#don’t think this is a popular opinion but it’s mine!

[alluraaaa]

lance being a jack of all trades had such good potential. a guy who’s decently good at everything but not amazing at anything who only sees the lack of perfection. he’s always someone’s second choice because there’s always someone better, and he acts out and builds a persona of false bravado to cope with that. that’s why he’s so proud of being the “cool ninja sharpshooter,” because it’s the first thing he’s been the best at that’s useful in a war

there could have been an amazing character arc about how being good at things or being the best at something isn’t indicative of someone’s worth. the team doesn’t love him because he’s a great shot and a good paladin. they love him because he’s lance

and idk if i’m swinging at a hornet’s nest here (defo would’ve been in 2017) but that’s why i don’t like black paladin lance lmao. lance isn’t the best choice for black paladin, and that’s okay. leading and strategizing are things he’s good at, like so many others, but it isn’t his forte. with his wide skillset and smooth adaptability, he’s the perfect fit for the role of support as the guardian of water. water is liquid! it fills in the gaps!! while everyone else has a dedicated Thing, he picks up the slack to make the team stronger!!!!!

and if we’re looking at this through a klance lens, there’s a lot to say about lance’s fabricated rivalry. keith was (at least in lance’s eyes) absolutely perfect. a perfect student, a perfect pilot, able to effortlessly do things that it took endless practice for lance to get decent at. of course lance starts to hate him, who wouldn’t in that position. not to mention the months spent being constantly compared to keith. to have keith— that keith— fall in love with lance would be so narratively delicious. to have someone so seemingly perfect look up to you? to have someone so seemingly perfect show he isn’t by being vulnerable and open and trusting you to not to be cruel? chefs kiss MUAH

ummm tldr blue paladin lance forever and ever and also the full quote is “a jack of all trades is a master of none, but oftentimes better than a master of one.”

#don’t think this is a popular opinion but it’s mine! #i feel like since canon did him so dirty the fandom overcompensated by making him The Best At Everything Ever #and imo that’s also doing him dirty #let him be flawed!! it makes for a better story and a better character #again. (spongebob holding out hands under a big shadow) in my opinion #<- he’s terrified of rabid lance stand crawling out of 2016-2018 era tumblr and killing him #*stans jfc #txt #lance #keith&lance

[starkwlkr]

Hiii! okay maybe teen mathéo likes a girl so he could talk to charles about it and ask for advice a little father son moment would be cool.

numbers | charles leclerc

hello lovely anon! thanks for the request! for this imagine, I’m going to include mikey and demri schumacher. they are characters that belong to @cs55version from their mick series that i am absolutely in love with!!

I JUST STAY IN MY ROOM TOO LONG BUT I FINALLY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND SHE’S THE BOMB — numbers by tempered

While the media saw Ruby Leclerc as the loud, but funny child of Ferrari driver, Charles Leclerc, they sometimes forgot about Mathéo Leclerc, the shy and quiet boy. It wasn’t a bad thing (Mathéo’s exact words). The boy liked not being in the spotlight.

He enjoyed art museums and going to see musicals with his mother and grand-mère. But there were sometimes when the media did question whether or not he would follow in the footsteps of his father. From a young age, Mathéo decided not to pursue a career in formula 1 and his family respected that.

Even the kids at school would ask him when he would start karting. He would always answer with “I’m not going to be a driver. Ask my older sister.”

He grew tired of people at school always asking him about Ferrari, his father and uncle, asking for paddock passes. It was always the same people, people he never even talked to. But there was one day when a girl who had just moved to Monaco came up to him during lunch.

Mathéo’s usual friend, Robin, was sick so he remained home. Now it looked like Mathéo didn’t have any friends and sat alone during lunch.

“Hi. Is it okay if I sit here?” The girl asked, pointing to the chair across Mathéo.

“Yeah, it’s okay.” He replied then went back to eating his sandwich that his mother had made him.

“I’m Giselle.” The girl introduced herself.

“My name is Mathéo, but with an h in between the t and e. A lot of people forget about the h.” He explained.

“Oh, okay. Mine is with two l’s so it’s not like the supermodel’s name, you know the one that was married to Tom Brady?” She asked.

“I don’t know who Tom Brady is, but I know who Gisele Bündchen is. My maman had dinner with her last week.” He said casually. “Wait, you don’t have an accent.” He quickly noticed.

“I’m from America, but my mother’s side of the family is from here. My mom got a really good job offer so here we are,” Giselle explained. “My mom has about of an accent though. She was born here but left when she was ten I think.”

Mathéo had a crush on a girl before. Her name was Eloise. She was the sister of the most popular girl in school so when Eloise asked Mathéo out to the movies, the boy thought it was just some kind of prank.

Giselle seemed nice, she listened when Mathéo had something to say, laughed at his jokes when he made one and she didn’t know of Mathéo’s last name so at least he didn’t have to worry about that yet.

As the school day came to an end, he walked back home only to find Mikey and Demri Schumacher and his sister eating in the kitchen while his mother was on the phone talking.

“Hey, Théo! Missed you.” Demri ruffled his hair as he passed by her to get to the refrigerator.

“You can keep him if you want. I see him all the time.” Ruby teased.

“Maman! Ruby wants to give me away to the Schumacher’s!” Mathéo yelled. He ignored the laughs coming from then teenagers and grabbed a juice then walked out the kitchen.

“Ruby, what did I say about trying to sell your brother?” Y/n groaned from her spot in the sofa.

“Uncle Mick won’t mind having him around!”

“Hi, maman. Is papa around?” The fourteen year old boy asked shyly. He needed his father’s opinion on Giselle.

“He’s in our room, baby. He might be asleep, but you can go check.”

“Oh. I’ll let him sleep then. I’m going to my room.” Mathéo said. He knew how hard his father worked so he rather wait to have a conversation with him. He walked up the stairs to his room and closed the door behind him.

Y/n could see the defeated face on her boy. “Mom, I’m going to call you back. Bye.” She hung up the phone. She got up and walked to her and Charles’ room where he was sleeping peacefully on their bed. He had just gotten back from Belgium and he decided he wanted to have a nap before dinner.

“Charles, sweetheart,” Y/n gently shook his body to wake him up. Charles groaned as a response. “Mathéo wants to talk to you. I have a feeling it might be important.”

“What time is it?” He asked, still not opening his eyes.

“Almost dinner time so you have to get up.”

Charles sighed and sat up in his spot. “Where’s my boy?”

Mathéo was in his room working on his art project. It was a show box diorama of his favorite memory, which was the day of his birthday when all of his family from both sides made it to his party. As he was putting a toy birthday cake in his box, he heard a knock on his door.

“It’s open!” He said, still concentrated on his project. In came Charles with a tired face, but he didn’t care. His son needed him and he was here to listen.

“It looks very nice. Is that Uncle Arthur with frosting on his face?” Charles pointed at a paper drawing of the whole family. Arthur had been drawn with blue marker ‘smeared’ on his face to resemble the frosting of the cake that Charles had thrown at his face the day of the party.

“Yeah, it was kind of hard to find the right shade of blue but I made it work.” Mathéo said, not looking up from his work.

Charles nodded and walked over to the boy’s bed and sat down. “Maman told me you wanted to talk.”

Mathéo finally looked up and slowly turned his chair to face Charles. “But you’re tired. We can talk later-”

“Théo, I’m not tired. I’m okay, now tell me, is someone bothering you in school? Are your grades bad? If it’s about grades then I’m not mad because my grades were not good. Arthur and I used to skip class because of karting so-”

“It’s not about grades. I’m doing well in school. Promise you won’t laugh at me.” Mathéo said quietly.

“Why would I laugh? I’m your papa.”

“Just promise me.”

Charles held out his pinky finger. “I promise I won’t laugh,” Mathéo nodded and was about to speak but Charles stopped him. “No, you have to do the pinky promise. This is serious.” Mathéo chuckled and laced his pinky finger with his father’s then let go.

“Okay, so I was sitting in my usual table during lunch and then this girl comes up and sits with me. Robin wasn’t with me because he’s sick so I thought she felt bad for me because I was sitting alone. But turns out she’s new to Monaco and to the school. We talked and I have decided that she is the coolest girl I have ever met and she doesn’t know I’m your son!” The boy explained. “And she laughed at my jokes, I think I’m in love.”

Charles’ lips turned into a smile. His son had a crush.

“Well that’s a big word for you. She seems nice. What’s her name?” Charles asked.

“Giselle but with two l’s. Even her name is pretty. But I don’t want to seem like a creep and ask her out. How did you ask maman to go on a date with you?”

“Your maman was not an easy person to ask out. The first time I asked her, she said no and I respected her decision. A month later, she was in Monaco and we got lunch with a couple of friends and I asked her again and she said yes. I wanted to take her to dinner but she said that was too boring for a first date so we signed up for a cooking class to make pasta but it was in Italy so we went to Italy.” Charles explained. He was never going to forget that day.

“Why Italy? Does Monaco not having pasta classes?”

“They do, but your mother hadn’t been to Italy so I took her. It’s became a tradition now. On our anniversary, we go to the same cooking class and make pasta. You would think my cooking skills would improve by now, but at least we have maman to help.”

“Maybe I can take Giselle to a cooking class in Italy.” Mathéo suggested.

“How about we start with watching a movie in the local theater?”

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #anon #inbox <3 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #baby leclerc series teen edition

[vampiredaryl]

**NSFW themes below!!**

Just some little thoughts, nothing too explicit!!!!

Gif not mine

This is probably not a very popular opinion, but I don’t think Daryl’s very rough in bed. I’d feel like he’d be very gentle, at least for the first times you guys do it. He wouldn’t like the thought of too rough with you, he wouldn’t want to hurt you when he’s supposed to be pleasing you. Most of the time he’d go at a slow-medium speed, maybe he’d only go fast if he’s upset about something or he’s too pent up.

And yeahhh norman has said he’d probably bite your neck and pull your hair, but I personally think that’s about how far he’ll go besides some nibbling in other places (not necessarily down there lol) Nothing beyond that, he’d be too afraid to hurt you.

#daryl dixon #vampiredaryl speaks #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon twd #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl imagines #daryl fanfiction #twd daryl #daryl x you #Daryl Dixon x reader smut #Daryl Dixon smut #norman reedus #norman reedus x reader #norman reedus x reader smut #norman reedus smut #twd smut #the walking dead smut #daryl smut #daryl dixon the walking dead #the walking dead Daryl Dixon

[absolutepokemontrash]

One of the strangest Obey Me takes I’ve ever seen was that Diavolo was a shit ruler who his people should hate- like bro- regardless of what anyone personally thinks about Dia, (whatever your opinion is, it’s valid because its yours) in the game itself, his people canonically love him. It’s explicitly stated in one of the earliest chats you can get.

Literally no one is pissed that his student council officers are fallen angels (in the original game, Nightbringer is a different story) because the brothers are almost EQUALLY as loved as Dia. IIRC Lucifer got second place in that RAD popularity contest in one of the first chats in the game, only losing to Diavolo.

And during season two, that other popularity contest that we help Asmo win, it was down to O N E vote between Asmo and Lucifer, meaning the student body must R E A L L Y like these fuckers.

AND JUST A REMINDER, in Obey Me! canon, MC is only threatened with being eaten in the FIRST LESSONS by random background demons. For the rest of their time at RAD, they’re totally fine, and in a chat between Barbatos(?) and Simeon I believe, Simeon comments on how the other demons at RAD have stopped trying to eat him after MC started whipping the brothers into shape, showing that at least most of the student body is chill by season two.

…also this is a dating otome game where we go on wacky adventures with a bunch of loveable dumbasses, why are some people looking at this from a realistic political standpoint-

(I don’t want to start fights or anything, once again, your opinion is your own, just putting mine out there lol)

#sorry just needed to get this off my chest #I love Dia. is he perfect? NOPE. but do I love him? yes. #obey me Diavolo #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Asmodeus #obey me #obey me! #obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?

[girlreblogger]

the annoyance with blk y/n and the stories she’s in is hilarious. her characteristics might be the problem one day or her side characters the next. it legit feels like we may never get to a balanced solution on what to do with our own representation since the wrong ppl always talk about it and create it. we have mean and shallow ppl who take over the conversation, ppl who really self hate but try and cover it up with “i just don’t want her to be a stereotype” and then the ones who probably love and support tyler perry movies.

the bottom line is the ppl who do write those niggafying, toxic (it’s a buzzword but that’s what they are) or smutty fics (not talking abt the actual good ones with a blk reader though 🧎🏽‍♀️) can do wtv they want and owe you nothing. that’s why they get so frustrated. i don’t think all the times those should be crucified for what they write when other groups of ppl (or our own) write all kinds of other crazy shit.

and.. i know a lot of ppl who don’t want to say it but y’all keep bringing up the smut and niggafying as the main problem, but i think it’s some of the ppl writing it and their underlings. it’s just no one wants to say anything.

an excerpt from a draft of mine

“a lot of ppl on here be weirdos or mean asl. so when someone block you don’t be like “oh what i did” “they that mad cause of my (internet—fictional—digital on screen) presence”

like nobody got time to go to your acc and say “i don’t like you” who cares. oddly some miserable ppl do actually but still. the lack of awareness is ridiculous. that’s why ppl don’t f with y’all.”

i was talking abt all of tumblr and every other app but it applies here.

from what i see on here, some are just straight up weird, cliquey, and chiesty (if that’s how you spell it) and that’s why ppl be so mad abt those types of books 💀. we also have to acknowledge the amount of overwhelming & honestly damaging blk yn fics (not to be confused with ppls screwed ideas of stereotypical) there are. i understand why ppl write them for personal reasons but when it comes to our own reflections of ourselves as blk women it’s almost hurtful to read some of the things people put “her” through. i mean even her with a white man that use aave and has cornrows is hurtful.. 😔 (i’m trolling now 💀) naw but fr. i personally don’t like reading blk women just being written for smut or going through crazy situations or kinda like.. i don’t wanna say unfulfilling but like.. idk i can’t think of the word. (edit: ppl write blk yn to be in unfulfilling situations) but girl i can watch a tyler perry movie for all that.

again. ppl write these stories for there own personal reasons, relate to them and enjoy them for those reasons as well. that’s why depending! on what it is i don’t think blk writers should be bombarded with hate like that. also ion think smut should be banned like y’all go to far can we just slow down on it … there are some nice ones out there i promise 🧎🏽‍♀️

but in all seriousness there are many other reasons why i feel toxic and smutty fics are popular for blk yn but i don’t think anyone cares to hear that and the conversion will prolly go back to nigga eren somehow which is crazy cause y’all be arguing over a fictional white man.

oh! 😒 i almost forgot 😒 the ppl who are against “ghetto” y/n to try and advocate for more fluffy or like.. normal (healing) stories and from what i see the ppl who are the most up in arms about it in my personal opinion seem to dislike certain parts of blkness that i appreciate personally and so i just straight up disregard their opinions. y/n doesn’t have to “act” (😒) blk but i see ppl get mad about her protecting her hair….. with a bonnet….

sigh, anyway but yeah we need more soft and sweet fics or just like calming ones? but someone gon have to write it! i don’t like this app or my writing all too much so i gave up a while ago.

just like many other blk writers….

gaspp! we should also do like a fluff challenge or sumn where writers do like fluff … march? girl idk so maybe that will trend and all the ppl who spend time arguing and going back and forth with ppl who write stories they don’t like can like idk look for other writers who write soft, normal, fun stories and reblog them or make a list of them. or maybe like possibly write their own stories too????

everyone says the smut fics gets the most likes and they do. that’s why you keep seeing them. so maybe support or refreakingblog the fics that are comforting to you so others can be as well.

i actually made this page to repost softer fics because i was tired of blocking certain tags so i can avoid heavy smut and subtly abuse fics. also pls leave the ppl who niggafy anime characters alone they will not be stopped. i mean we still have ppl who have been calling chris evans jamal since 2020.. calling him that to this date. married and all.

sigh… 2 more days until blk history month ends. maybe next year we can find a balance between “dramatic” and smutty fics and soft and slice of life ones for blk y/n next year. remember this is tumblr too and the ppl writing aren’t even getting paid for this but it’s for the ppl yk.

ppl who are respectful and reblog tho.

muah

#anime x black!reader #aot x black reader #x black fem reader #black reader #x black reader fluff #x black reader #black fanfiction #x black plus size reader #x fem black reader #gojo x black reader #jjk x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #x black oc #connie x black reader #x black y/n #eren x black reader fluff #eren x black reader #i’m so dramatic #rant #rant post #complaining #ramblings #im just a girl #i’m also just being very sarcastic and condescending because i’m so tired of the blk yn bull crap. lemme just read. #i said what i said

[9w1ft]

Interested to hear your interpretation on Suburban Legends

first off the song and beat sounds so similar to mastermind and gold rush. particularly mastermind. listen to the opening seconds back to back! she sings through a lot of it similarly in my opinion

and it has some of the similar mechanics of mastermind in that it leads you to believe the song is going one way but then pulls a switcheroo on you at the end and the swell in the music aids that at the end which makes it a really sweet and emotional listening experience. i’ll get to that in a second.

i think at the beginning of taylor knowing or being aware of karlie (so like, your kitchen or mine times), this was very much the situation. karlie is in her peripheral vision (on her radar) but just as taylor described in gold rush, karlie seemed like something utterly unattainable. in lover as well we get the line “i’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you” and i think this fits with this description of karlie.

i didn’t come here to make friends echoes their entire conceit of mastermind, and a lot of the kaylor discography that uses the word ‘friend’ — another way to say “i don’t want you like a best friend” etc

also this is a sort of throwaway point but “i didn’t come here to make friends” was a 2000’s reality tv phrase that came into popularity via the show America’s Next Top Model. it was iconic and soon every competitive reality tv show under the sun had contestants saying it.. but it’s origins are from a show about models! of which karlie is one.

more importantly, the “you kiss me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever” is like the follow up to the gold rush “eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting i almost jump in” language. it’s cruel summer’s “snuck in through the garden gate every night that summer just to seal my fate” because falling in love with karlie lead to taylor wanting her complications too

mismatched star signs works because fire signs traditionally match best with air signs. also visually, stars mismatched fits in with mastermind’s “the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned” — things that weren’t in alignment coming into alignment.

there’s a bunch of story page chapter stuff throughout taylor’s discography, some of which makes its way into kaylor but i’d probably write for way too long so i’m just gonna skip over that for now

this part might be a bit tricky but i sort of blame it on many kaylors not talking that much about really early kaylor possibilities out of (a sort of unearned) respect and the one way street principle of staying in our lane but the idea of taylor saying “i know that when you told me we’d get back together and kissed me that you remember[ed] we were born to be national treasures” isn’t that too wild of a statement if you imagine them as maybe briefly connecting or talking at some point before taylor made her plans to make karlie hers. indeed, we know their paths crossed several times before they were first connected at the 2013 vs fashion show.

*for posterity, i included the apple music lyrics as the genius lyrics appear to be worded partially incorrectly

this is the part of the song which i just think is so beautifully done. in particular i love the “you don’t knock anymore” of it all

at first it sounds like she’s saying karlie doesn’t knock anymore because she come around anymore, or this idea of there having been a breakup or a period of not being together or something sad, which is matched by the tone of how she sings it for the first time. the waves crashing to the shore feels like a storm.

but at the end of the repetition her voice becomes more upbeat and it dawns on you, you’re like, oh wait karlie doesn’t knock anymore because she doesn’t need to knock anymore, she has a key! (“is that your key in the door?” anyone?)

and suddenly the waves meeting the shore is a pleasant image of unification and happiness. she closes with the thought “you don’t knock anymore and i always knew it” which makes it feel a bit more like mastermind’s “you knew the entire time, and now you’re mine” — always knowing they would get together, taylor always knowing karlie was the one. “and my life had been ruined” is sung in a sort of sweet resignation, one that i find throughout a lot of kaylor music, the idea that she knows its complicated but that its what she chose.

so yeah! that’s why suburban legends is a kaylor song to me 😌

#kaylor

[dreamgrlarchive]

My Fav Bad Girls

#PrettyHeiressDiaries: BGC Edition 🎀

tiara - bgc 7

“i’m the sh*t! look at me, then look at you! look at your hair, then look at mine!” ❤︎︎

bougie girl down! the hair and makeup were never not on point (tbh this is the reason i like most of these girls)!

real and pretty. never hopped on a bandwagon simply bc it was popular.

so freaking funny! and effortlessly too. she never came across as try hard.

my number one fav!

ashley - bgc 6

“i’m establishing my own dominance and these b*tches can’t f*ck with me!” ❤︎︎

if tiara is my number one fav, ashley is a close number two!

very girly girl and i love that in anyone.

cute little playboy bunny.

so authentic and never gave snake or try hard.

took an entire house on and was not scared to stand alone.

danni - bgc 8

“i’m not scared of no b*tch! whoop my ass today, whoop my ass tomorrow! i don’t give a f*ck how big you are! if i wanna do something i’m gonna do it and none of these b*tches are gonna stop me! so i’m glad you whooped my ass! that was the biggest fight in bad girls club history and it ultimately made us the stars, so, THANK YOU!” ❤︎︎

if you pay attention, danni was never the issue. she just always had her sisters back unconditionally. as someone with three sisters, i love that.

she and her sister WERE the entertainment of season 8.

knew she couldn’t fight and walked into the lions den unafraid. tbh i don’t care about a girl that “fights”. that is NEVER the reason i like someone. it’s corny.

danni was very clearly aware of the bigger picture and simply did not care about taking a hit. it’s not that deep.

camilla - bgc 8

“b*tch you’re just mad that another cute, hottie chick came up in this mug, and looked AMAZING!” ❤︎︎

gorgeous!!!! doesn’t get enough credit as one of the prettiest bad girls.

as someone that has been bullied in real life it was so fulfilling to see the way she handled it. she didn’t let ANYTHING shake her.

said exactly how she felt when she felt that way.

girls were jealous and she knew it.

sarah - bgc 11

“there’s no lying or sugar coating it! i do what i say and i say what i do!” ❤︎︎

my fav bgc blonde of all time. better than kate, kristen, and jada in my opinion.

yeah she talks a lot but she’s real and isn’t scared of anyone.

i would love to be friends with her she seems so sweet and caring. she reminds me of the girls that took me under their wing when i started at hooters.

called out stephanie’s irrelevant ass at the reunion, checked mehgan as soon as she heard shit talking + anyone who beats gigi’s ass is a fav in my book!

her signature piercings, bows, and blonde hair was so bimbo i love it. + that iconic reunion look!!!

unfortunately didn’t get enough time to shine on that raggedy season of hers but she was definitely the star of season 11 so i’m glad we got to see more of her on BGASB and season 13.

jelaminah - bgc 14

“i don’t feel like i’m better than nobody!… but i’m comfortable with who i am because it’s taken me a lot!” ❤︎︎

dominance at its finest. she said it’s the jela show and manifested that down. she had girls stuck in her face, but talking behind her back. that’s because they knew it wouldn’t fly.

her signature look oozed of feminine allure. educated! believed in having her own life and goals AND not entertaining men that weren’t up to her standards.

she kept her space clean and was disgusted by mess and filth.

able to cope with lots of personalities and get along with everyone.

proud to be black and didn’t tolerate racism.

the clermont twins - bgc 14

“you know, certain things i can’t help. i feel like i’m not just cute; like i got a lot going for myself and i’m smart. so like when you’re that strong of a person, you’re a bad b*tch!” -shannon

“i just look so damn good, and it’s so hard to meet other girls who are just as confident as i am! -shannade

“b*tch, SHUT UP!” ❤︎︎

vain black barbies and i’m here for it.

as much as people seem to think otherwise, they weren’t mean girls or bullies. they just spoke up for themselves when getting unsolicited harassment from the other girls.

every look for for me was a ten. i loved their aesthetic back then.

smart girls. they capitalized on their appearance on the show and now they’re two of the most noteworthy and wealthy bad girls ever.

unshakable confidence. the other girls wanted them humbled so bad and they just didn’t waiver. luvs it.

#prettyheiressdiaries #bgc #i had this idea for ages but #saw bakeryfairy do this first #my posts #the prissy girl agenda #edit: sarah

[theoreticslut]

「 how will i know? 」

eddie munson x fem reader

summary: eddie finds you working as the solo member of the prom committee and takes it upon himself to help you, solely because he’s wanted more time with you ever since he comforted you that one time a few years before. 

requested: no

word count: 5.7k

warnings: stress/anxiety, implied insecurities/low self-confidence, kissing, fluff

a/n: i’m in such an eddie mood, but i feel like everything i’m writing for him sucks when compared to all the other fics I see for him. even though mine are kinda cute, i feel like they’re boring?? :/  so i’d love to hear your guys’ input if you’d be willing to give it. 

It’s no secret that Eddie Munson actively shits on the popular crowd - the golden girl cheerleaders and their golden boy basketball counterparts. He hates how they wholeheartedly accept societal norms and expects everyone else to do the same. 

His blatant disregard of said societal norms and his theatrical ways - among other things - has earned him the title of ‘freak,’ however you think he’s anything but.

You’ve been watching him as he boisterously shares his opinions, typically  during lunch, since starting high school. It’s hard not to when he purposefully makes himself the center of attention. It’s not like you mind it though, if he’s got everyone looking at him, then you get to blend into the background as you admire him.

He may be loud and defiant, not to mention quite flirtatious, but he’s such a kind person. So many people overlook that fact, though. 

You’ve seen how he takes in freshmen and gives them a place to belong. You’ve overheard how passionate he is about his different interests. You’ve even been on the receiving end of his kindness once before.

It was about a year and a half ago, and you hadn’t been doing too great for a couple months. You were having issues with your so-called friends at the time, you were struggling with the material in a handful of your classes, and you were being bullied a bit by some upperclassmen. Not to mention the fact that your parents were divorcing, setting high expectations for you as a way to cope with their feelings of powerlessness. 

You weren’t doing well, and it had all caught up to you one day. You had gotten a barely passing grade on an assignment you worked really hard on, and you knew your parents weren’t going to be happy. They wanted to keep up the image that you were a perfect, happy family although you were far from it.

On top of that, the few popular upperclassmen girls that liked to bully you decided today would be a great day to do so. You had gained a little weight with all the stress you were in, and the shirt you had decided to wear didn’t quite hide it. Of course the girls had to point your weight gain out, cornering you in the ladies bathroom after school and making comments that were more than hurtful.

To say the least, it hadn’t been a good day, so you found yourself in an empty hallway and started crying. Eddie had stumbled upon you, and instantly felt his heart ache. He didn’t really know what to say or do, but he couldn’t leave you sitting there by yourself, crying.

...

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You hear someone ask, their voice oddly comforting.

Looking up, you find the one and only Eddie Munson. The guy you’d been secretly admiring for the last year and a half. Of course he’d run into you on probably the worst day you’d had in years.

“N-nothing.” You hiccup, carefully wiping at your cheeks and all the tear tracks that had been created.

“Nothing? Really?” He questions, cocking a brow at you and you can’t help but find it attractive. He’s a walking masterpiece, you’d swear it.

“Y-yeah.” You mumble, sniffling as you choke back more tears.

“Most people don’t cry over nothing. Unless you’re one of the odd ones, something must be going on.” He smiles lightly, his signature teasing tone present.

You can’t help but let out a shaky breath as you feel your resolve breaking. Everything has been far too much for too long and you can’t take it anymore. 

“I just…I can’t do this anymore.” 

“Do what?”

As he coaxes more information from you, he settles himself beside you on the floor, hugging his knees like you are but focusing all his attention on you.

“Everything?” You state, although it comes out as more of a question.

“That seems like a problem.” He jokingly comments, trying to lighten the air and cheer you up even the slightest bit.

He hates seeing such a beautiful girl in so much pain. He’s noticed you around school before, but never got your name. 

Regardless, he’s always found you cute. You’re quiet, blushing so easily whenever someone compliments you or puts you in the spotlight, and he finds his stomach twisting in knots every time you do. 

You don’t have many friends, but the few times he’s seen you talking to someone and they draw a smile out of you, he swears his legs turn to jelly. Like you, your smile is shy, but oh so warm and bright. 

It honestly pains him to see that warmth and brightness so dim right now. He can’t imagine what could have brought you so down.

“You could say that.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” He offers, eyes gentle, warm and inviting as he looks at you.

Although you often hesitate, and usually stop yourself, from sharing your feelings, you find that you really would like to share with him. He seems to want to listen - seems like he wants to make you feel better.

“If you’ve got the time to listen to my sob story?” 

“I’ve got all the time in the world, princess. Spill.” He smiles, and so you do.

...

You told him about your parents and their unreasonably high expectations of you. You told him how lonely you had felt among your friends because they never seemed to listen to your problems, but came to you the second they wanted to vent or needed advice.

You shared how you were struggling in multiple classes, and how much that was stressing you out. You told him about your bullies and the stunt they pulled, how they called you a pig and oinked at you between teasing you for tearing up and telling you how you’ll never fit in.

You admitted to him just how tired you were and how sometimes you wanted to just give up completely.

He never interrupted, though. He let you share what you wanted to, and gave you his undivided attention. He didn’t judge you when you had started crying again lightly, nor did he belittle your feelings. He listened to you and for once you didn’t feel like a burden.

When you had stopped talking he frowned at you, feeling your pain, but gave you his honest opinion on everything you shared. He told you that if he were you, he’d drop your friends and wouldn’t even bother trying to live up to your parent’s expectations. 

He told you that all you needed to do is enough to make yourself happy, and that it didn’t matter if it fell short of the expectations set for you or by you.

After it all, though, he reminded you that it’s okay to not feel okay and that sometimes all you need is a little time for yourself.

You swear that he sat there with you for an hour just comforting you, but you doubt he even remembers it. Surely he wouldn’t remember some girl he found crying to herself in an empty hallway, not when he’s done so much since then.

Regardless, his kindness has only made you fall for him more over the last few years. Not like you could ever tell him that you’ve got a crush on him, though.

For starters, you haven’t ever talked to him aside from that one day in the hall. Secondly, he’s far too cool for him to know who you are, let alone return your crush.

That thought alone kills you, but it is what it is at this point. You’re graduating this year and you’ll move on to something else where you’ll probably rarely see him. You can handle these last few months without risking embarrassment. 

~.~

You sigh, looking around at the mess that currently is one of the - many - empty classrooms of Hawkins High.

You had found yourself on the prom committee, somehow becoming the leader of such, and right now you were looking around at all the decorations that still need to be made. Unfortunately, the rest of the committee is rather…laissez faire.

Hence why you were currently looking at the mess that is the room late on a Friday afternoon just weeks before prom is supposed to happen.

The decorations have to get done someway or another, so grabbing out your Walkman, you start playing your favourite mixtape you made and get to work.

~.~

Eddie can’t help but whistle as he walks the empty hallways of Hawkins High. Hellfire had ended about a half hour ago, the campaign playing out really well which excited him.

He was getting ready to leave, making his way through the halls towards the front entrance, when music from a lone classroom caught his attention. 

As far as he was aware, no one else stays at school after hours on a Friday. After 4-ish, the school is practically a ghost town aside from him and Hellfire.

His curiosity gets the best of him as he seeks out the music, recognizing it as some pop song that’s been popular on the radio as of the last year. He’s pretty sure it’s by Whitney Houston or something, but he never really listens to anything but metal. 

Finding himself outside of one of the other empty classrooms that Hawkins has, he can’t help but peek through the window to see what’s going on.

Inside he sees you dancing, surrounded by a mess of paper and craft supplies. He’s honestly not sure what any of it is or what you’re doing with it, but he doesn’t care. Not when you look so beautiful dancing with no cars in the world.

~.~

“Oh, wake me, I’m shaking; wish I had you near me now, uh-huh.” You sing, dancing to the upbeat music.

“Said there's no mistaking what I feel is really love.”

Needing a break from the work, you find yourself abandoning the shimmery stars as you begin to dance around the room.

“How will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer with ev’ry heartbeat.”

“I fall in love whenever we meet; I'm asking you what you know about these things - how will I know if he's thinking of me?” You belt out, smiling as you twirl around the room, using a sponge brush as a makeshift microphone.

Ever since you first heard this song, you’ve only ever thought of Eddie, as pathetic as that might sound. You’ve barely said anything to him, and yet you’re singing a love song with your mind full of him.

You can’t help that he’s got an intoxicating smile with those big brown eyes that aren’t often anything but warm. You can’t help that his voice and laugh create a wave of butterflies in your stomach. You can’t help that his hair looks like it needs to be played with, or that his hands look like they need somebody to hold onto. 

You can’t help that Eddie Munson is your biggest weakness.

“I try to phone but I'm too shy - can't speak! Falling in love is so bittersweet; this love is strong, why do I feel weak?” 

As the song continues, you find yourself just falling into the music - singing right along and dancing like there’s nothing in the world that could stop you. You can’t help but widely smile, the song - and the thought of Eddie - giving you an instant boost of serotonin.

“Ooh, how will I know? I fall in love.” You smile as the song gradually fades out and the next one begins.

You definitely needed that, taking a moment to just enjoy the serotonin rushing through your brain. If only you had the courage to tell Eddie you like him. 

“That was cute. Looked like you were having fun.” 

At the deeper voice you can’t help but jump, turning around to find the one person you had just been thinking of.

“Eddie! My god.” You exhale, trying to catch your breath from the shock.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“N-no, it’s alright. I didn’t realize anyone was still here.” 

“Neither did I. Heard your music and had to see what was going on.” He explains, looking around the room at all the paper and craft supplies.

“What is going on?”

“Oh. Uh, welcome to the prom committee.” You state, giving him an awkward half smile as you wave your arms at everything.

“You’re the only member? Hate to break it to you, but that’s a rather sad committee.” He jokes and you can’t help but chuckle, not really believing he’s here talking to you.

“Yeah…everyone else had other plans. Just like they always do.” 

You can’t help but sigh, frowning at everything that still needs to be done and how you’re the only one doing any of it.

“How long have you been here working on this?” He suddenly questions.

“Uh, I-I got here about 3:30?” You offer, not knowing what time it currently was to give him an actual answer.

“Three and a half hours? Shit.” 

“Th-three hours?!” 

“Oh my god this is never going to get done.” You panic, feeling a headache come on at the thought.

“Hey. Don’t stress yourself out. It looks like you’ve got a lot done, and prom isn’t for another three weeks or something right?”

“Yeah…yeah. I’ve just…never mind.” 

“What?”

“No one else has really been helping.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead as the headache sets in.

“Well that’s a shit thing to do.” He retorts, feeling for you. 

“Yeah…yeah, it is.”

A moment passes where neither of you say anything, but your mind is running with everything you still need to do. Not only do you need to finish the stars, but you need to make the little, holographic streamer decorations and the table favors, not to mention the photo booth accessories.

“Have you had dinner yet?” Eddie suddenly asks, pulling you out of your spiral.

“N-no. I didn’t realize how late it had gotten.” You admit a little bashfully.

“Would you like to grab something with me? There’s this diner on the outskirts of town that’s really good.”

“Y-you want me to get dinner with you?” You question, not believing he’s actually asking you that.

“That’s what I just asked you, isn’t it?” He teases, his beautiful smile appearing on his face.

“Yeah. I just, I didn’t think - do you even know who I am?” You question, clearly confused by his want to take you to eat.

He chuckles, smiling as he nods.

“I know who you are, y/n. So what do you say? Dinner? You look like you’re going to hyperventilate if you keep working on this.” 

“Y-yeah. Okay. Dinner would be…nice.” 

“Great! Let’s go then?” He smiles, encouraging you to grab your things and go.

As you do so, you still can’t wrap your head around the fact that this is happening. You didn’t think he knew who you were, let alone ask you to dinner with him.

~.~

“So you’re on the prom committee? How’d that happen?” Eddie asks as he picks a fry up from his plate and takes a bite out of it.

“Honestly, I’m not really sure.” You admit, chuckling lightly as he smiles.

“I think I may have volunteered, but didn’t realize I was?” 

“Ahh, so you were manipulated into the position.” 

“I guess so? I don’t know. It’s not the worst thing I could be doing.” 

You shrug, dipping a fry in some ketchup before popping it into your mouth. Feeling a little too awkward to make eye contact with him, you don’t realize that he’s just sitting there watching you, an amused smile on his face.

“So after all this decoration making and planning is done, do you actually get to enjoy your hard work?” He questions, drawing your attention to him.

“I…don’t really know. I mean, I’ll have to set up the place…and take it down,” you sigh, frowning.

“I’m not really sure I want to attend prom in the first place, though.”

“Really? You don’t want to attend your senior prom?” 

Risking a glance up at him, you find him watching you with raised brows that slowly drop into a furrowed look.

“I mean, isn’t that what most girls dream of?” 

“Typically, yeah.” You chuckle.

“I just…I don’t know. I don’t have a date, and the only friend I really have has work that night. I just, I don’t really see the point in being a wallflower all night.”

“Understandable, but it’s your senior prom. You don’t really get another chance to go to one.” He comments, watching you as you play with your food, attempting to busy yourself.

“I know, but I couldn’t be missing that much anyway, right?”

“Couples will be all over each other, someone will spike the punch, and some popular cheerleader and her basketball boyfriend will get king and queen. It’s the same as any other dance, really. Right?” 

“So I’ve heard.” Eddie replies, keeping his eyes on you as he munches on another fry.

“It’s not like I’d be the only one not going, anyways. But I don’t know, I’ve got a couple weeks to decide.” 

He nods, taking your hint and ending the topic there. At least for the time being.

~.~

“Like a virgin, touched for the very first time.” You mumble, absentmindedly singing along to your mixtape as you carefully paint the rims of the glass centerpiece containers.

Ever since Eddie found you here working Friday evening, you’ve been taking a few hours after school each day to work on the decorations, still worried you’re not going to get them all done on time.

“Working alone again?”

Jumping slightly, you nod lightly as you send the briefest of glances toward the man.

“Of course. You don’t see anyone else here, do you, Munson?” You comment, heart racing as you talk to him. 

It’s kind of pathetic, actually, just how nervous you get in his presence, let alone trying to talk to him.

You can hear him chuckle but can’t bother to look back at him as you focus on the current glass vase you’re trying to paint.

“Would you like help?” He questions, voice closer than it was before, making you jump.

Turning your head you find him standing over you, looking at what you’re doing.

“You want to help?” 

“If you’ll let me. Wouldn’t want to stress yourself out doing it all.” 

“O-okay then. Do you want to take this over for me? I need to design the tickets before I forget any longer.”

“You got it.” He smiles, taking the seat beside you and stealing the paint from you as you set the vase you were working on down, having finished it.

~.~

“Can I ask a question? Or a few, I guess?” You start, looking at Eddie as he sits at the table while you’re sat on the floor a few feet away working on the photograph backdrop.

It’s been just about a week now that he's found you after school and offered his help. He even spent his Saturday morning helping you after you mentioned you’d be there.

You definitely enjoy his company and appreciate his help, but you’ve got these questions nagging at the back of your mind.

“Go ahead.”

“Why have you been helping me with all of this? I’ve never known Eddie Munson to take part in school activities, especially those that cater to societal expectations.” 

You hear him chuckle and you can’t help but glance up at him to catch his beautiful smile and bright eyes.

“While you’re not wrong, I don’t know. You seemed so stressed about all of it, and I don’t know, I couldn’t let you do that, I guess.” 

“Why though? I’m no one special…”

“I mean, we weren’t friends or anything before this. Why would you care about me being stressed?” You question, cutting him off before he can speak, knowing he had a retort of some kind to your prior statement.

“I don’t know, you seem too cool and kindhearted of a person, I guess.”

“And how do you come to that conclusion? How do you even know who I am? I don’t really do anything to stick out.”

At your question, a silence falls between the two of you for a moment as you keep working on the backdrop, too nervous to look up at him. Little do you know he’s got a bright smile on his lips, watching you.

“You were a…sophomore, I believe, when I first talked to you.” He states, making you pause your work.

“You were crying in the hall after school.”

“I know. I’d been having a rough few months.” You murmur.

“Mhm. I think I sat with you for an hour or more just listening to you.”

“I’d noticed you long before that day, and even though you were always shy and quiet, I always felt like you were pretty optimistic and positive. Watching you cry kind of broke my heart.” He chuckles, shaking his head as he lightly smiles.

“It broke your heart?” 

He nods at your retort, your brows cocked at him in disbelief.

“Kind of, yeah.” He chuckles, watching as you shake your head.

“I mean, here you were - this beautiful, quietly warm girl who blushed anytime someone gave you attention - crying by yourself in an empty hallway. I couldn’t just leave you there like that.” 

“Anyways, I never knew your name, but I had to figure it out after spending the afternoon with you. You know, in case I stumbled upon you crying again.”

You can’t help but chuckle as he almost seems to start rambling.

“You’ve kind of been on my mind ever since.” He states, an ever so slight blush dusting his cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. There’s something about you, I swear.”

You smile, letting his words sink in as he smiles at you, watching you process the conversation.

“You know, I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for listening to me that day. I really appreciated it.”

“If I’m being honest though, I couldn’t believe you would sit there and do that. I mean, I’ve always kind of liked you, but I never thought you’d take the time to sit and comfort a nobody.” You chuckle, a warmth filling your cheeks as you shy away from his gaze.

“You’re far from a nobody, y/n.” 

~.~

You find yourself sighing, bouncing your marker between your thumb and index finger as you sit at the lunchtime ticket booth - otherwise known as a plastic foldout table that had seen better days and a cold, uncomfortable metal chair.

Being the only one that’s actually done any preparation for prom, it’s only natural that you’d be the one to sit and sell tickets during your lunch hour.

“Hey, y/n!” Robin greets, bounding behind the table with you.

“Hey, Robin.” You smile, your attention flirting over to the energetic dirty-blonde.

“You mind if I help you?”

“Not at all. I’m actually getting sick of selling these.” You chuckle, sighing.

“Well then I’m here to relieve you. And buy a few tickets of my own.” 

“What? Really?!” You gasp, watching as she writes down the transaction before making herself change and grabbing two tickets.

“Mhm. Keith offered to cover the store on prom night which left me free. At first I still didn’t plan on coming, but Steve convinced me to. Even offered to come as my date! As a friend of course since our relationship is strictly platonic with a capital ‘p.’”

“I’m excited for you, Robin! I hope it’ll be fun.” 

“What? You’re not going?”

“I don’t know yet. You weren’t going to go, and I don’t have a date. I didn’t want to stick to the walls by myself all night.” You frown.

“Now that you’re going, though, maybe I’ll consider it. I’d have to find a dress though, and I don’t know. It seems like a lot of work.”

“You should definitely come! I’d hate to experience our senior prom without you.”

“I-Eddie! Hey.” You greet, finally noticing the man standing at the table in front of the both of you.

“Don’t let me interrupt your conversation.” He states, smiling as he motions for you to continue.

“No, you’re fine. What’re you doing?”

“Well, I’d like to buy a couple tickets, if I could?” He states, catching you off guard.

“Y-yeah, sure. Two?” You stutter, not able to stop from wondering who he could possibly be going with.

“Mhm.”

“Okay, and your date’s name?” You question, going to write down the transaction.

“Y/n y/l/n.”

“Me?!”

“If you’d be willing to go with me, yeah.” He smiles, warm eyes watching you as you  fumble over yourself, having dropped your marker.

“Otherwise, I’ll be needing a refund.”

Looking over at Robin, who looks just as shocked as you, you turn back to Eddie.

“Y-you want to go to prom with me?”

“Mhm. What do you say?” 

“I-I guess we’re going to prom, Munson.” You smile, stomach flipping at his beautiful smile directed fully at you.

“Great. Better find yourself a dress.” He smiles, grabbing the tickets from you with a wink before walking off, leaving you dumbfounded.

~.~

Watching Eddie as he walks through the crowd with your drinks, you can’t help but smile. You still can’t believe he decided to come to prom, and with you as his date at that. 

Sure, you have been spending a lot of time together this past month, but you didn’t think you two had gotten close enough for this. Not that you were complaining in the slightest.

He was stunning, nearly taking your breath away when he picked you up earlier. You never expected him to wear a tux, and you were perfectly fine with that. Lord knows he wears his black skinny jeans perfectly well. He did find a button down shirt, though, and even got you a corsage. 

“Your drink.” He smiles, finally making his way back to your table.

“Thank you.” 

Taking a sip as he does the same, you avert your gaze as you feel him rake his eyes over your body - just like he’s done numerous times since picking you up.

“You really look amazing.” He compliments, trying to study every aspect of your appearance.

When he saw the dress you were wearing, he swears he nearly lost it. You’ve always been beautiful, but this dress fit you perfectly. It was rather simple - a solid, deep red colour in a satin material. The strapless, sweetheart top highlighted your chest without being revealing. The skirt puffed out only a little, making it formal without being over the top. 

Then, aside from the draping of the material, the only other decoration was a simple little bow off to the side where the dress gathered at the slit. You had paired it with a pair of silver heels that brought you from his chin up to his nose, which he kind of liked. If he found the courage, those couple inches from your heels would make it so much easier to capture your lips with his.

You had opted to keep your makeup more neutral, but he still thought you looked stunning. In his eyes, you didn’t need any extra help to look beautiful.

“You look pretty amazing yourself.” You shyly smile, pulling him from his thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I still can’t believe you’re here, to be honest.” 

“How come?”

“You’re kidding, right? Eddie Munson, who notoriously shits on societal expectations, at prom. I mean, have you ever even gone to a school dance before?”

“Mm, not that I can recall. Then again, never found anyone I actually wanted to go with.” He comments, quirking a brow as he winks at you.

“Which I also don’t believe.” 

“Which part? That I’ve never found anyone I wanted to go with or that you’re the one I wanted to come with?” He gently teases.

“Both, if I’m honest.” 

“Well both statements are true, princess.” 

You can’t help but bite your lip to keep from smiling dumbly, but you’re pretty sure you fail at that when he smiles back at you.

~.~

Prom is slowly winding down, only about an hour and a half to two hours left before it’s over, and you haven’t really danced too much. 

You didn’t think Eddie would care to, and you also don’t like being the center of attention, which you - irrationally - feel is the case when you dance.

So far the only times you’ve danced is when Robin drags you onto the dance floor to dance with her or her and Steve. Each time, you’ve had fun, but found yourself retreating back to your table with Eddie before long.

Little did you know he watched you each time you danced though. He loved how happy you looked, just having fun with your friends.

He wanted to dance with you himself, but couldn’t bring himself to ask you yet. Not until a familiar song started to play.

As the intro plays, you find yourself swaying slightly to the beat of the song.

“Let’s go dance.” Eddie suddenly encourages, surprising you.

“R-really?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” He smiles, grabbing your hand and pulling you out to the dance floor.

Robin smiles at you as you pass her, and you can’t help but send her a slightly panicked expression, not sure what you’re currently doing.

Before she can really say anything back with her expression, Eddie pulls you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist as the other holds your right hand.

“There’s a boy, I know, he’s the one I dream of.” He goofily sings, drawing a smile from you as he moves the two of you to the beat.

“Looks into my eyes, takes me to the clouds above.” He continues, smiling widely as you start to giggle.

“Sing with me. This is one of your favorites, isn’t it?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Then join me.” He challenges, smirking at you as you smile, both of you still swaying and moving to the song.

“Ooh, how will I know?” You sing, giggling as he sings the echo to you, slightly leaning in so you can hear him.

You pause for a moment, simply watching him as he does the same. It’s not until he raises his brow with a smirk do you start singing again, smiling like a dork.

“How will I know if he really loves me? I say a prayer with every heartbeat.” 

“I fall in love whenever we meet; I’m asking you what you know about these things.” 

“You’ve got a beautiful voice.” He states, dumbly smiling down at you, loving how you shy away from his compliment, a blush rising to your cheeks.

“Shut up.” You mumble, dropping your eye contact with him as you bite your lip.

“You’re adorable when you get all shy, you know that?”

“Am not.”

“Are too. I can never get enough of it.”

You gape at his comment, not sure how to respond. Although he’s practically directly contradicted you, you can’t believe he’d actually like you.

He doesn’t seem to mind your lack of response, though. He just keeps swaying the both of you, spinning you occasionally which draws a slew of chuckles from you.

Even as the song ends, he keeps his hands on you, dancing to the next song as it starts. You have to admit this is rather nice, and fun if you dare say so.

“Because your kiss; your kiss is on my list” he sings to you, smiling as he does so.

“Because your kiss, your kiss is on my list.” You sing back, not able to stop the smile on your lips from growing as his eyes seem to sparkle at you joining in with him.

“Because your kiss, your kiss I can’t resist.” 

“Because your kiss is on my list, of the best things in life.” He murmurs the end of the song, having pulled you close to him as you were dancing, a soft smile on his lips as he looks into your eyes.

A few seconds pass where the two of you simply stare at each other, a million thoughts running through each of your minds as the next song begins - this one a little slower.

“Every breath you take, every move you make, every bond you break, every step you take I’ll be watching you.” 

You can’t help but feel your stomach somersault as he sings to you, his voice low as he leans in close to you.

“Every single day, every word you say, every game you play, every night you stay I’ll be watching you.”

Enjoying his voice, you let yourself relax into his hold as he carefully sways the both of you, not caring who may or may not be watching the two of you.

He’s only wanted to hold you like this for four years now. Now that he's got you in his arms, he’s not going to let anyone disrupt the two of you.

“Oh, can’t you see you belong to me?” He murmurs, mouth next to your ear as he sings, hoping you can read that he’s not just singing to you, but letting his feelings pour out.

As the song nears its end, you find yourself looking up to him, his wide, brown eyes looking down at you.

“Eddie…” you murmur, not sure where you want to go with this, but knowing you want to say something.

“I want to kiss you…” he announces, voice soft as he searches your face.

“Then do it.”

A brief expression of shock passes over his face before he smiles, leaning down and capturing your lips with his while he cups your cheek with the hand not wrapped around your waist.

“I think I love you.” He admits, smiling as he continues to kiss you.

“I think I might just love you too.” You chuckle, hearing Robin somewhere in the background gasping and cheering as you and Eddie kiss.

“Good. I was really hoping you would.” 

“You’re not the only one to have someone on their mind.” 

“Oh yeah?” He questions, brows quirking.

“Mhm. You, Eddie Munson, have been on my mind for a long time. Even before you first talked to me.”

“Hmm. I’m very glad.” He smiles, kissing you softly once more.

“How about we get out of here? They don’t expect you to pick this all up until tomorrow anyways, right?”

“Luckily.” You smile, chewing on your bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to leave with him.

As he smiles at you, you know he feels the same. Especially as he kisses your lips once more before leading you off the dance floor and out of the gymnasium all together.

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[aquaquadrant]

Hello! I've been told to ask you this =D

What do you think about Jimmy as a minecraft player, what is he?

It's for a project =3

ooh a project, how fun :0

i should preface this by saying i’m not the BEST person to give this opinion, cuz despite how much i write jimmy, i uh… don’t actually watch his pov? i haven’t seen any of empires (except the hermit’s crossover in s2), i don’t watch his streams, and i don’t watch the one-off vids he posts on his channel. most of my knowledge of jimmy comes from his appearances in other pov’s life series episodes and how ppl portray him in fandom.

howEVER, that said, i’m curious how my interpretation would line up with other ppl’s. i view minecraft players as generally fitting into a few broad categories- tho there can def be overlap between them or a jack-of-all-trades situation. and this prob applies more to people who actually play minecraft professionally (ie. ‘play video games for a living’) than the casual player (such as myself hagshdha).

builders: have a creative eye and practiced skill in building to the point where they can, generally speaking, throw down a decent build on the fly (things that require a lot of planning/detail work often drafted in creative mode first). have good understanding of achieving a certain shape and color with their block placements. may or may not include terraforming ability. generally drawn to the game’s building aspect and spend a lot of time/care making things look good.

redstoners: have an adequate amount of base knowledge for how most redstone components work and interact with each other, tho they may occasionally still use tutorials or take inspiration from others (can only reinvent the wheel so many times). usually capable of making simple redstone machines/contraptions on the fly. generally drawn to the game by the possibility of farms and automation. some take it to extreme game-breaking lengths (doc).

competitors: have highly-trained skill in areas such as PVP, parkour, and/or any other multiplayer server type minigame. think hypixel and MCC. this isn’t to say they don’t have their own solo worlds for building or other projects, or don’t participate in smps, but their main draw to the game initially was competitive multiplayer and it features heavily on their channels. to me, speed-runners/challenge-seekers are a subcategory of this.

explorer: this type doesn’t actually show up often in popular mcyt bc it’s a largely solitary- and in some ppl’s opinion, boring- experience. but these are the players that spend hours in their solo worlds just traveling around, mining out massive caves, or doing any other kind of repetitive grindy work as a manner of relaxation. some ppl really enjoy this aspect of minecraft and it’s a major draw for them. special mention for kurtjmac, a mcyter who’s spent 13 years and counting just walking to the farlands in an old version of the game (tho he does other things on his channel as well).

and now for what category i think jimmy fits best in (which again, doesn’t mean he can’t build or do other things). i don’t have a good name for it rn so i’m just gonna call it ‘the sillies’ (affectionate).

sillies: above all else, they’re here to have fun. most, if not all, of their content is on multiplayer worlds (both public servers and private smps), and on these worlds they are extremely social, making a concentrated effort to interact with others even if not legitimately roleplaying. high amounts of pranks and hijinks abound, as well as ‘committing to the bit.’ lots of videos feature them doing some kind of funny little challenge, game, or mod with their friends. again, that doesn’t mean they can’t engage w the other aspects of the game or be skilled in those categories, but generally, it’s not their main objective and not how they spend most of their time.

that’s what i’ve got! obviously u could split all of these into many subcategories, and your average player is gonna be fairly well-balanced. but for our pro cubitos, i think this is a nice way to categorizing things (and it at least makes sense in my mind).

#hermitcraft #empires smp #solidaritygaming #back in my day minecraft only had two genders: miner and crafter #(LMAOOOOOO) #ty for the ask it was neat to get my thoughts down on this

[juliapark13]

maybe don’t publish this, i don’t want to be called names in the comment section… but i read you last ask and wanted to say, i just can’t help but to be so skeptical about this "new Jungkook" or the image he’s currently going for because i too think it feels unauthentic..it’s like him but not him? idk, it feels forced or like he wants to be cool and popular so bad that he thinks he has to alter his personality? but also i wonder if it’s just how he is now and me just not connecting to him anymore because i don’t like this type of attitude.. i feel bad for even saying this, and i know i would be insulted by many jikookers, saying i’m trying to control him etc. i truly don’t, he does what he wants, i just don’t vibe with this image he’s showing. i wonder how he will be after he gets back from ms, i hate to say this because i truly love him and i loved him since i became an army 3 years ago but i think he needs to mature a bit. him and tae i realize are still quite immature for their age when i used to think the opposite just 1-2 years ago.. i just hope he’s really true to himself rn and that’s just me who’s not his target audience anymore and that he doesn’t end up "regretting" this phase or cringing at it in the future. anyway, that’s his problem i guess, and mine for not liking it. i just find myself a bit sad at not being able to connect with him as i used to. i’m still excited for his album, i hope some songs will surprise me and move me. sorry for the rant, you see like one of the few jikooker who could understand, i guess i needed to get it off my chest

Hi anon, I will publish this, because I agree with you. It feels inauthentic and forced to me too.

We don’t have to have same opinions as majority. I actually think some people maybe don’t want to see this.

It’s not something that he shouldn’t be doing and he’s still there, but for me personally it’s kind of disappointing.

I believe it’s a phase.

You won’t be insulted in comment section in my blog for unpopular opinions because I have them too.

[everafterwhat]

your redisnighs of the EAH characters are so stunning and honestly better than the originals! that being said, which character's original design is the coolest to you? im having literally the hardest choice picking

Thank you so much, that’s so sweet omg that means so much to me🥺💞💓 That’s such a hard question because I like a lot of their designs for different reasons, of course some of them I’m not a fan of but I feel like I can always find something I really admire!

I absolutely love Cerise’s design! I can’t get over her white streak of hair and the fact that she’s secretly the daughter of the big bad wolf is such a fun concept, it gives her hood multiple purposes which I love! Not only does she wear it to honor her destiny and mother, but to hide her identity. Though with all the growling she does I don’t know how she’s hidden it anyway. And don’t get me started on the patterning on her hood and stockings! And the BANGS😭💞

Lilly Bo Peep is also a favorite of mine and honestly I wish she had had a bigger part, I would’ve loved to know more about her. There are so many cool backgrounders it’s insane, the dedication is so admirable😔💓 The bangs over one eye, the multi length and multi colored hair, the pigtails, the cute little apron outfit and bonnet? Obsessed!!

Of course I have to put Duchess here, are y’all really shocked? I do have a few complaints about her outfit but I’m obsessed with her hair and hairpin. The pearls? The feathers? Love. I wish they hadn’t done a weird pattern on her skirt but that was definitely popular at the time of its creation, weird patterns were kind of everywhere. I love her pointe shoe heel things, they’re so cute and props to her for being that devoted LOL

There are so many other characters who have little parts of them I love, and some of them have beautiful special episode outfits which have my heart! I almost said Darling but I kind of hate her weird pink gem decor on her chest. I know it’s a throw back to what knights typically wore but I think it could’ve been illustrated better! She’s definitely a runner up tho💞

These are just my silly little opinions so let’s all be nice! I can’t list everyone here😭😭

[waxingrunes]

Will you ever actually draw bottom remus because I know that’s like the less popular thing and that’s fine but you’re restricting yourself massively here

‘Actually’ like at some point indicated I would. Short answer: probably not.

Long answer for you and the other two people: I don’t feel as though I’m restricting myself by knowing what I like having tried and tested the alternative. I don’t care whether Remus topping is popular or unpopular, I only care about what I like, what I enjoy and what gets me off (if that’s what I’m looking for). I have distinct impressions of these two boys and the dynamics I think fit better, feel better and simply, in my opinion, are just more well suited. My Remus will top 95% of the time no matter the way he’s painted; my Remus will top if he’s wearing a skirt, my Remus will top even if he’s too shy to speak when Sirius is around. He will bake Sirius a whole apple pie with homemade custard, blushing and waiting eagerly for his response, then fuck him into a stupor afterwards. Gentle giant, soft large man. Will he sometimes submit to Sirius? Of course, that’s his baby and he’d do anything in his power for him. Interestingly, I often draw similarities between Remus to a man I know (who will be reading this) who is bisexual and bottomed once and never went back; strict top and satisfied, just as big as Remus and just as bookish too.

I will read/enjoy art that has them switch if it’s done right, but keep him big and keep Sirius small(er), keep him as he is without making him a wittering mess. That’s what I like and that’s what I’ll continue to create and absorb. I don’t have FOMO over these here fictional men and which one I like to see get railed in the bedroom.

Hope this has answered the “General Topic” in full for that small group of people out there who get their panties in such a tight twist over this. You enjoy yours and I’ll kick back with mine.

#five I’m getting closer to closing anon off #but the rest of you lot on anon are perfection #ask

[pumpkzsafeplace]

anon questions 💌: how to love yourself.

loving yourself can be quite tricky, especially in an era where if you’re not the ‘pretty standard’ you’re deemed unattractive or less than compared to your peers.

so here are some things for you little ones to hear 💗

filters ⭐️

the vast majority of things now that you see have a filter on it, and believe me i know how deceiving it can truly be.

the amount of money i wasted on buying the new ‘full coverage’ makeup and then get annoyed that my face didn’t look like perfect and smooth was legit an every week occurrence.

today, i feel like it’s so easy to look at ourselves through a filter and pick flaws at what we look like- when it reality, we DO look beautiful, we just look human.

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spots 🌙

acne is a big part of growing up and can affect people in different ways. i was a spotty kid myself and still do get the occasional spots, but i’m here to say that having spots doesn’t make you disgusting or dirty.

our skin is incredibly sensitive and sometimes just the slightest hormone change can bring out an army of spots- despite cleansing and doing skin care routines 24/7.

it’s okay to get spots, i promise it’s completely natural 💗.

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weight ⭐️

no weight is perfect.

it doesn’t matter if you’re a size 0 or a size XXL, you will always feel insecure about your weight. especially with the media promoting underweight models as the ‘ideal type’ and curving peoples opinions.

whatever the size, you are still beautiful you know 💗.

i’m a curvy girl myself, always have been and i’ve dealt first hand with all the hatred that society can bring.

but at the end of the day, they were WRONG.

i did find a cute boy who loves me for me, i did learn to love my body and i am working on my confidence 💗.

no matter your size, you’re still beautiful okay? a number on a scale will never change that 💗

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clothes 🌙

being teased for not having the ‘best’ clothes has always been a mystery to me.

of course, there are some people who have fashion as a hobby and love to style and trial new and popular looks (which is completely okay) 💗.

but for the rest of us, i think how you dress mirrors a lot about your individuality and style. for example, i love a lot of DIY things- i love attempting to customise whatever i buy and make it mine.

it doesn’t matter if nobody else likes it, as long as you do then that’s all that matters 💗

dress for yourself not anyone else 💗

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hair ⭐️

having the ‘popular hairstyles’ used to mean so much to me when i was growing up. i was an incredibly anti-social girl who didn’t talk, so i tried my best to fit in any other way.

but i’m here to tell you in my twenties that hair & having the best hair style is not that important! you don’t have to look like you’ve been to the salon every day to feel important.

honestly, if you’re happy with your hair then that’s that! personally, i haven’t been to the hairdressers in around 2/3 years now- i cut my own hair and style it myself.

does it sometimes come out bad? yeah of course- but that’s the beauty of it! i then get to learn how to style a whole new hairstyle for a while 💗.

honestly, style and love your hair however you’d like! 💗 i promise if you feel confident in what you wear or how you look- you’ll be untouchable to those meanie bullies

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judgement 🌙

unfortunately honeybees, we live in a world where people judge first and ask questions later. but being YOU should never be a chore, you deserve to be happy in whatever you do 💗

and like i said earlier, if you’re happy and confident in YOU then those meanie bullies won’t be able to touch you.

you got this honeybees! & i love you all for your own individuality 💗⭐️

gif isn’t mine

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[kynimdraws]

INFO POST

Name: Kylee (they/them). 30+

A totally normal Korean American mostly known for my drawings, specifically my Pokemon nuzlocke comics. But I will talk about other things on occasion because I do have periods of being fixated on certain topics. I also am a doctor!

Interests: Pokemon, League of Legends (everything except the game lmao), Fire Emblem, Advance Wars, Animal Crossing, Mother series, Korean history/culture, character design

General FYIs: 

General inquiries/commission work/etc should be sent thru kynimdraws [at] gmail [dot] com! Tumblr messaging/asks/etc is not 100% reliable

I will not follow NSFW accounts but I am fine talking/interacting with them. There may be suggestive shitposting but I like keeping my content on the SFW side

I am VERY picky about who I follow/interact with online. Fandom content in particular is a minefield for me aka I have many things I dislike and don’t want to see, even if it might be a popular thing in media that I otherwise enjoy. Therefore, I will unfollow/block/mute liberally. There are times I accidentally block a blog bc I mistake them for bots. So if you got hit with that, just send me an ask or email me

I am very open about what I like and dislike, and none of those things are a direct attack on your sensibilities. I have never gone out of my way to directly send hate or whatever have you if I end up seeing shit I don’t like. My complaints in my little online space ain't a personal attack on you.

My ask/submission box/DMs  are open for criticisms if you have any issues you want to resolve in private. No one is perfect and I may have done ignorant shit that needs to be pointed out. I have deleted or edited posts in the past if people tell me what I did wrong. PS I get that some of my stuff may upset you, but try to act civil when pointing shit out please.

I try to tag all my things whenever I can. Again, send me a message if anything bothers you. I am all for good debate but if you send me excessive hate or threats bc I have different opinions about matters that are trivial, I will block/delete them.

If you wish to use any of my hcs, please credit me. And if you are comfortable with it, send me the works so I can check them out! Or @ me if that is easier.

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FIRE EMBLEM FYI: Specifically for 3Houses/3Hopes because I need a separate one for this franchise specificially given how many crazy things I got due to being involved in this fanbase via my fanworks:

DO NOT try to convince me to like or tolerate Byleth/student ships, ESPECIALLY the ones with the lords (aka CIaude, Dimitri, EdeIgard). I already summarized why I don’t like FE3H Byleth ships with student chars here. While the spinoff game FEW3H has now removed that teacher/student problematic situation, the fandom keeps putting the FE3H elements into the FEW3H fanworks (i.e. remembering Byleth from “another life” trope)...so no thanks!! DO NOT SHOW ME IT!!!

As for the Byleth ships with faculty members, my response is here so don’t try to bait me about that topic either thanks.

I do not care whom you ingame S-support. 3Houses limits the dating-sim part of the game to that character, so I cannot care less about how you play the game. The main issue I have is when people treat Byleth the “character” as a legit ship material when I personally think they are a cool character ruined by fans who are too obsessed with badly executed self insert otome tropes bc they self-project super hard onto them. Just to be clear, any FE3H or FEW3H OC/Canon >>>>>>Byleth ships personally. Even Byleth-sonas that remove the teacher/student aspects are better than canon FE3H!Byleth

Please don't drag FE VA statements as some sort of “gotcha” on my opinions like this post here. IDC what other people prefer with ship shit, that’s their problem and not mine. I am not gonna bother them about it. So don’t bother ME about it.

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Links to check out:

Myths of Unova + Episode Grey (Pkmn White/White2 Comic)

Tales of Sinnoh (Pkmn Diamond Comic)

Art Site (Portfolio)

Twitter 

Instagram 

#psa post #pinned info post lol #updating this for myself and also to use the “do not reblog” feature from the get-go this way

[cloudyko0kie]

I See Something Red (preview)

⟶🥀Title: I See Something Red

⟶🥀Pairing : scream!jungkook x student!reader

⟶🥀Genre: romance, enemies/friends to lovers (friendly banter not really tbh), eventual smut, established relationship, reader is shy, angst, jungkook is most popular guy in school, jungkooks kind of a dick, kind of yandre jungkook tbh.

⟶🥀Warnings: cursing, bullying, mentions of blood, mentions of sex, future smut, spitting, choking, degrading, lip biting, blood.

In Sherman Oaks High School, Jungkook is the popular guy that’s enemies with Yuna. They are part of a close-knit group of friends. However, unbeknownst to Yuna, Jungkook leads a double life as the masked Scream Murderer, responsible for a series of killings in their town.

I pouted cutely as I approached Jungkook, my test paper tightly clutched in my hands. "Seriously, Jungkook," I playfully complained, lightly tapping his arm. "You always have to get a perfect score. It's like you're trying to show off!"

Jungkook chuckled, clearly enjoying our playful banter. "Come on, Yuna," he teased, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "You were so close this time. Just two points away from perfection. That's impressive!"

Crossing my arms, I couldn't help but feel determined. "Well, next time, I'm going to knock you off your perfect-score pedestal, Jungkook. Prepare to be dethroned!"

Raising an eyebrow, Jungkook's smile turned into a mischievous grin. "Is that a challenge, Yuna? You're on! Let's see who can claim the title of the ultimate math genius. Game on!"

My heart raced with excitement as we continued our talking. Little did I know that beneath our playful competition, a secret admiration for Jungkook blossomed within me. He was always someone I liked, even when we were kids wearing diapers together.

Engrossed in our conversation about skittles, we strolled down the street, our laughter filling the air. Jungkook thinks the red skittles are the best, however i oppose to his opinion; i personally think that the green ones have a unique taste. As we passed by a nearby electronics store, a television display caught our attention. Breaking news flashed across the screen, announcing another murder in town. The cheerful atmosphere instantly turned somber, and a hushed silence fell over us.

“Did you see that, Yuna?” Jungkook asked, his voice laced with concern. “Another murder… It’s really unsettling.”

I nodded, my heart sinking with a mix of fear and disbelief. “Yeah, it’s hard to believe that something so terrible could happen in our town. I hope they catch the person responsible soon.”

We exchanged worried glances, the weight of the situation casting a shadow over us. In that moment, the reality of the world around us felt much darker than our friendly competition, and we couldn’t help but wonder if our lives would be affected in ways we never could have imagined.

“Anyways Yuna, red skittles are better right? Don’t fight me now, you know I’m right” jungkook smirks slightly. His face comes closer to mine; I could feel his breath.

“Wear your red dress at the school dance tonight…you know I like red” he whispers.

#jungkook #jungkook jeon #bts imagines #bts fic #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jungkook oneshot

[butididntpourthewhiskeys]

Hey loving the updates and the fic you’ve put out so I don’t want this to sound mean, but I feel like saying that Joe is “living off his ex’s talent” is a bit unfair. Obviously Taylor is the main force behind the songs he’s contributed on but in Taylor’s own words Joe did come up with a major part of those songs (like betty and evermore). And while I’m as Tayvis pilled as anyone here I do think Joe deserves credit when it’s due and deserves to be paid for it, and I would say calling that “living off of Taylor’s talent” is a little unfair.

I don’t want this to sound like a hate comment because it isn’t, I really enjoy your work, just I don’t that comment rubbed me the wrong way though you are allowed to have your own opinion of course, I just think it’s a bit unkind.

Hey anon you’re totally entitled to your opinion, but I do stand behind mine. I don’t believe Joe deserves all of the credit she gave him & I elaborated on this before. At the end of the day, he didn’t support Taylor in her career neither did he have a single nice thing to say about her in public. He came up with a rhyme or two which was only ever gonna become a penny making song because of Taylor’s popularity, talent, hard work and dedication for years! Do you really think that him playing around on the piano, making up a few lyrics would have ever received the recognition or monetary compensation if it hadn’t been for Taylor? Her folklore/evermore/midnights album concepts? Her entire… career? He wouldn’t be able to earn a single penny from those lyrics if it hadn’t been for him dating a superstar. So no, I don’t think he deserves to get paid for the rest of his life for these songs. And in response to my comment being “unkind” 🙃 let’s wait for April 19th to hear about how “unkind” this idiot has been

#I’m here for Taylor #not Joe #not the right blog to defend joebless my friend