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#everything that’s wrong in my life is my own goddamn fault

krashlite · 3 months

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Anyways my hot take abt the cheater’s arc is that all four of them were in the wrong but it was mostly Grian’s fault things went so horrendously since man was the reason why the actual Cheating part of the cheater’s arc happened (characters, obviously)

But yeah here’s how they were all wrong yes

Grian was being incredibly controlling because he didn’t trust Scar to keep them safe. Man was scared of his own damn shadow for a lot of this, but his way of ensuring his own safety was basically to tell Scar to stand in one place and not move. He pretty much disregarded the fact that Scar is a grown man capable of making his own decisions And capable of keeping himself, and the both of them, alive. The fact that they were last on green doesn’t reassure him, only confirms that he is in the right for being so controlling. He thinks his behavior kept them alive. He only loosens up once they hit their red life since at that point danger is assumed. Grian DOES NOT learn to respect Scar here, just puts his paranoia on hold for another day. His conclusion is that he was right and Scar was unreasonable

Scar was pushing back against said control since he knew it was unfounded. Again, he’s a grown man capable of making his own decisions. He has a tendency to mock people to show when they’re being ridiculous, something he does here through being purposefully careless. It’s both to point out how ridiculous Grian’s being and a way to punish him for being so obsessive. Instead of having the intended effect, Scar just pushes Grian further away. He later winds up just following everything Grian says, which doesn’t address the root of the problem here. Except he has no way of knowing what’s wrong because Grian doesn’t tell him. From his perspective, the only thing that got Grian back at his side was murder- since the only times they actually stood on equal footing was when there was a plan for a kill or when that plan went well. Scar’s conclusion here isn’t that he was unsafe, but that he was boring. So it reaffirms that he’s in the right and Grian was being unreasonable

BigB is not and never was the mistress in this situation. Had Grian never approached him, he would’ve never left Ren. He was using his Secret Soulmate as an escape from normal relationship problems he was too scared to address. BigB mainly felt overlooked because he has a quieter personality than Ren, meaning Ren wound up making most decisions for the two of them. BigB did a lot to mirror Ren and to be Ren’s other half, but didn’t give himself space to be his own person in the relationship. This is something that’s brought up in couple’s counseling and something they at least started to address before dying. BigB never intended to hurt either of them, since he did love and value both Ren and Grian- something that’s affirmed by how he talks to them after dying. BigB and Ren talk about how they stayed together until the end and B takes the time to forgive Grian for murdering both him and his soulmate

Ren was doing his best to keep Box afloat but failed to meet BigB’s needs. Since B wouldn’t communicate what was wrong, Ren kept trying to course correct in ways that inadvertently made the situation worse. Ren’s instinct is to be protective- to find an enemy to defend against. That enemy was first Pearl and then Clockduo when Bdubs inadvertently got BigB killed. He also reacted to news of B cheating by distancing himself from BigB. Which, reasonable!! Ren wasn’t obligated to save them if B was the one who left. However, this action only pushed BigB away since Ren was so quick to assume they were over. Ren has a habit of isolating himself when something’s wrong, assuming the worst of a situation when things can be fixed. It worked out between him and BigB in the end but goddamn was that rough

Anyways the four of them are very!! Very messy, I love them dearly

#anyways that’s my armchair therapist take on them #I’ll shut up abt this arc I prommy #grian #bigbst4tz2 #rendog #goodtimeswithscar #trafficblr #trafficshipping #they make me crazy #it’s 2 in the AM take my keyboard away from me

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verysium · 5 months

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PLEASE DO BLUE LOCK ICKS IM BEGGING🙏😭🌹

😏 coming right up anon. gonna channel my inner critic and not hold back on any of these.

RIN

brother complex. not much else to say except that he needs to get a life. not everything is about metaphorically crushing your older brother's dreams and brooding in the dark hate of retribution.

competitive but only because he is a desperate whore for external validation. ignores everyone but craves the attention of a sole person named sae itoshi. was defeated by isagi once and has never let go of it since. has a one-track mind that is impossible to derail. stubborn when he wants to be.

probably a virgin and will continue to be one until his late 30s.

has not known a single day of peace ever since sae ditched him for the popular girlies. as a result, he has developed a very concerning case of social awkwardness. his idea of a conversation involves a brick wall and thirty minutes of you staring at his resting bitch face. constantly looks like that one grumpy cat meme. judges you for your poor decisions but then gets aggressively defensive when you point out his own mistakes.

reeks of so much teen angst that even metallica can't save him. the problem is that he has nothing to back up his emo persona. his insults lack creativity and, unfortunately for him, phrases like "lukewarm" and "half-baked" and "hell" do not make his words carry more weight. uses the f-word but in the most embarrassing context that it makes you facepalm and internally cringe.

SAE

zero social awareness. this boy's head is empty. the lights are not on up there. there are no picture frames or furniture. the curtains are drawn, and there is not a sliver of clouds or sunshine. cannot read body language and does not know what a filter is.

the source of all of rin's stress. he is the original trauma projector, creator of generational cycles. not even subtle about it. "turns out i was wrong. i thought japan was incapable of ever giving birth to decent forwards." sir....with the way you worded that, you knew exactly what you were doing when you gave rin false hope.

swears but it's even worse than his brother. literally called his elders a "fatso and bob cut duo" and "insect turd." i mean....there is a line between what is considered a legitimate burn and what is a first grader making up insults in his coloring book.

has a horrible haircut and no fashion taste. i already talked about this previously, but it was so bad it deserved a second mention.

a freak but tries to justify it rationally. like what do you mean you can tell a person's athletic ability from their buttock size? just admit you have a kinky fetish already.

somewhat of a coward but i'm gonna give him some leniency due to his tragic child genius backstory. tbh he's just an eighteen-year-old boy who needs a goddamn break.

KAISER

alexa please play clown music. this man sets himself for failure and then wallows in self-pity when he actually fails. like what did you expect? you knew what was going to happen the moment you challenged isagi like that. it was most definitely your fault you got violently humbled.

has a borderline god complex (currently calls himself an emperor but has not evolved into a deity yet.) unfortunately, he does not stand on business. cue the dramatic meltdowns when he realizes there is an actual gap between his ability and his reputation. if you're going to lie, at least make it believable.

insecure and mentally unstable. he probably cuts and re-dyes his hair every single time shit happens. no wonder his locks get shorter every time.

lazy when it comes to anything that is not football and expects others to do it for him. demands princess treatment wherever he goes. unfortunately, not all of us have servants with no self-respect like ness.

"it is not enough that i should succeed, others should fail" type of person.

does not wear shoes and even if he does, it's sandals. put them grippers away.

NAGI

a literal sloth who has so much potential but uses none of it. has no intrinsic motivation of his own, so if he's going to do anything, it has to be you behind the wheel, making sure he gets put to work.

does not have a close relationship with his parents, and so he has no sense of community, holidays, or traditions. no fun at all if you want him to do things like christmas shopping or birthday celebrations.

rots in bed all day and then has to nerve to ask you to carry him around. your back better be strong because his 190 cm body is not going to be light.

not loyal (need i say more.)

REO

second male lead syndrome. also known as that one popular guy who's always picked last.

acts like a victim but then when you realistically tell him to how to change his situation he refuses to do so. you cannot ask for advice and then take none of it to heart. no wonder you're still not over your ex.

"i can fix him" mentality. no, you can't. you are a seventeen-year-old child, not a licensed therapist and nagi isn't even all that.

NESS

touch-starved to the point he will stay in a toxic and abusive relationship in order to gain some scrap of affection. just because you were the black sheep of your family does not mean you can lose all sense of personal dignity.

probably stalks all the people he hates. has a burn book like regina george from mean girls. cuts out and glues little pictures of kaiser all over his bedroom. doodles hearts all over it with glittery gel pen. isagi's face and name are scratched out of every team photo.

delusional and prone to mood swings. medicated but at this point, he is beyond saving.

ISAGI

a home wrecker. has ruined more relationships than he can count on ten fingers yet still manages to smile like he's some angelic saint.

solves jigsaw puzzles for a living (not very cool if you ask me.)

has some unresolved anger management issues. probably repressed all his negative feelings when he was younger, so it all comes out when he's on the field. unfortunately, his twilight-sparkle-friendship-is-magic agenda is not going to work if he keeps cussing out his teammates like that. but then again, he is the main character, so i guess his plot armor makes up for his pitfalls.

says that he's a good guy but then holds personal vendettas against rivals he doesn't like. boy was so ready to throw hands when #kaisagi was trending on the internet. but when you actually think about, he's similar to kaiser in more ways than he'd like to admit.

BAROU

has the worst case of high and mighty "holier-than-thou" attitude. isagi put his ego in check, but it still peeks out from time to time.

he was the ugliest baby when he was born. i am not going to hold back on the child barou slander because it is true. no, he was not a cute and lovable bundle of joy. he looked like a demonic gremlin.

he needs to take more risks in life and try cross-dressing. simply imagining him in a maid uniform will not suffice. it needs to be made into a reality.

with how nit-picky he is, i doubt people can realistically stay within a 1-meter radius around him. unless you are a clean freak yourself, his constant complaints will start to get annoying after a time. even if he does have good intentions, he needs to let people have a little breathing room sometimes. a messy room is not going to kill you.

BACHIRA

this boy's brain is smooth. no folds. no gray matter. no intelligence either. his pencil and eraser have been left untouched since day one. if he wasn't crazily good at football, he would be unemployed and homeless in the future. not even a mcdonald's wants him.

one of those people who will do the literal opposite of whatever you say. you want him to stop talking? well, now he's never going to shut up. you tell him not to step on a pile of dog shit? well, now he's going to walk right into it. you want him to quit running around and act normal? well, now it's his life's mission to make you as annoyed as possible. please pray for your hair follicles because at the end of the day, you're not going to have many left with how much he makes you want to tear your hair out.

has the cerebral capacity of a toddler. if he thinks monsters are real, he's going to think anything is real. super gullible when it comes to any form of scam, ploy, or trickery. the only way he would not be fooled is if he's also played the same prank before.

SHIDOU

a brazen pervert. says the most out-of-pocket things and refuses to apologize for them. sometimes it comes out a little too sleazy for your liking.

"to me a goal is fertilization! a shot is the seed and the goal is the egg!! and the birth of that joy i call an explosion!! my genes are gonna knock you up!" let us give ourselves a moment of silence to digest this quote. only shidou ryusei would come up with a sperm and egg metaphor to describe football. (i guess protection means nothing to him.)

has no empathy. if you dislike him or cannot keep up with him, you're a literal nobody in his books. no sportsmanship. no compassion. no self-awareness.

you cannot say "balls" to him in a serious tone without him misinterpreting it as something dirty. that alone should tell you enough. stay the hell away from him.

where do men get the audacity? right here. from this little bastard. he invented the term "shameless slut." boy was getting off during the u-20 arc and on live TV too. no wonder sae said he was disgusting.

and finally, he comes from a long line of cockroaches. he's even got the antennae to prove it.

i think this might have been a little excessive, but i have no regrets about it. you're welcome anon ♡

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the-final-sif · 2 months

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what is your opinion on the situation?

I've been at work all day so I haven't been able to sit down with stuff fully, it also seems like Caiti is planning to release a statement later today with more information I think? So I'd like to get her response there, but based on what I've seen so far I think I fall more on the side of "people made some dumb choices and should learn from them" than anything else.

Consent is messy and it gets messier when people start lying or are drunk. In this case, both Caiti and George were drunk. From what I understand, either Caiti had a 21+ wristband from the vidcon party, or her friend group did and assumed since she was drinking with them, she was also 21+.

Honestly, when it comes to the matter of underage drinking, I don't think it's even remotely fair to place blame on Dream/George for that. The blame there lies with Caiti deciding to drink while under 21, and on her friends, Ghostie and the other person present who were both over 21. Unlike Dream/George, both of them knew Caiti and knew exactly how old she was and were letting her drink. They were also letting her drink with no one sober and no one making sure she got home.

Now, Caiti is 18 and also I'm not a goddamn square, I'm not gonna stand here and be like "oh no drinking at 18 clutch my pearls" but like, if people are going to blame other people for that situation, that very much lies with Caiti's friends who knew they had an underage person drinking with them. I feel like people are weirdly assigning blame to Dream/George for not like, iding every person they hang out with (particularly if she had a 21+ bracelet at vidcon, which would mean she already got IDed). While completely avoiding placing any blame on the people who 100% knew they were taking an 18 year old drinking without a doubt.

Putting that aside, from my understanding George's side is he believed at the time that she was having fun, and the most they did was cuddle on a couch with other people there. He believed at the time that everything was cool, and that she later decided she was uncomfortable with what happened.

Honestly, I don't really think that's an unfair reading. At this same party, her best friend was there and from Ghostie's own words, she also didn't realize Caiti was uncomfortable until several months later when Caiti told her. If her best friend didn't notice she was uncomfortable or see anything wrong, then I find it hard to think anyone else would pick up on it.

There's certainly risks taken here that I wouldn't have taken. I think that George needs to do better with checking for consent and maybe vetting the people you're hanging out with. Although I also understand that doing a full background check on everyone you ever meet is an absurd requirement and if, at the time, they trusted the person that they actually invited, I get how that shit happens. Per consent, given that he was also drunk, I get how it may've appeared to him that he had consent. I do think it's still something to work on, but I'm also perfectly aware that in real life, people are often going off vibes and social cues, and sometimes those don't mash.

I also think that Caiti's friends have been pretty shitty throughout this. They take no responsibility for having let an 18 year old drink and then ditching her. They are absolutely milking drama out of this shit and they have a weird obsession with blaming Dream for shit he had no fault in.

As for Dream, I don't think he did anything wrong here. Full stop. If Caiti's best friend didn't notice that she was uncomfortable or unhappy, it's insanely unreasonable to expect Dream to have managed that. He was also drunk and hanging out with people, and he had no way of knowing Caiti was underage. None of that shit was his fault, and his statement seems very measured and reasonable. People are trying to blame him for things that he had absolutely no part in, and the UK group are absolutely trying to pull that shit.

Overall, sounds like several people involved made dumb choices, I hope they learn and grow. Otherwise all of this honestly sounds like shit that should've been talked out privately and not tossed to the internet for speculation. Human beings are messy and will fuck up sometimes. This feels like a case of miscommunication and people making risky choices that left people with some hurt.

Again, I may change my mind with further evidence presented, but that's how it feels to me.

#dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #discourse #sif speaks #sif answers #idk man I think I just have more irl experience with these sorts of situations #like #shit happens in real life #and I think maybe part of the problem with like twitter #is you have a lot of 15 year olds that have never been drunk or fucked in their lives #who are totally sure they know exactly how consent works and how sex goes in real life #I really liked the greendot talk I got about it back in college #I should find a recording of that sometime for people #It laid it out really well that consent is not an on-off switch #It's a door that you're opening #and depending on the circumstances you take risks with how you're opening it #0 risk is like the two of you have a formal plan #and have signed contracts #and then you start to move up through situations that can be more risky that something goes wrong #and someone gets hurt #And honestly for irl consent I found that was so much more of a valuable framework to look at things through

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twstgarden · 6 months

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❀ ❝ 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲'𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 ❞

━ malleus draconia x gn! reader ━ hating how your body works will always be a feeling you've grown accustomed to. at one point, your dearest lover found you breaking down and loathing yourself and he attempts to comfort you and show you just how much of a gem you truly are. (f/n means first name)

cw: (including, but not limited to) topics of self-loathing, talks of dysphoria

requested by: @meleanorsslave <3 <3 request type: oneshot - hurt/comfort trope requester's message: i'm hungry for some hurt/comfort and i saw that your requests are open. May I request fluff oneshot of malleus with a reader who is physically weak? like, malleus comforts the reader while the reader vents out their frustration about the way their body works totally not bcs that's relatable. oh, not to forget, I hope you're feeling alright, eating 3 meals a day and having a good rest!! don't overwork yourself, mina!! <3 florist's note: this request hit a liiiittle bit too close to home. apologies it took a while~ my own writing is making me cry with how realistic this is lololol. and to everyone who self-loathes or those with bdd, please know you are loved and you matter. you are perfect the way you are <3

this work does not contain spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia's arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

within the confines of your dorm room, there you stood once more by the mirror, unable to look at yourself in the eye yet brave enough to stare at your own body with so much hate and disgust.

it's not your fault, they say, but it feels like it is. every physical education class always ends up with you either getting left out of the activities or getting to work twice or even thrice as hard as your other classmates - all because you were physically weak.

why were you like this?

why were you born so weak?

what mistakes could you have possibly made in your previous life that you ended up being cursed this way?

all those thoughts roamed in your head as you kept staring at yourself in the mirror. it's not like you haven't tried to improve yourself. you've done a lot of things to improve your weaknesses. every suggestion and every advice was taken into consideration, yet it never seemed to work.

your eyes glazed over yourself as you stared at the mirror, looking at your arms, legs, shoulders, and even your torso with great hatred. i would trade everything i have just to not be like this, kept chanting in your head until you started tearing up.

not only am i physically weak, but it was enough to send me crying like a goddamn baby, your voice echoed in your head as your tearing up turned into soft sniffles and sobs.

unbeknownst to you, someone was passing by your room and heard your muffled sobs through the door. footsteps were then heard entering your room before he knelt down next to you.

"f/n? what's wrong? did someone hurt you?"

malleus' voice somehow made you sob even more. you felt pathetic now that even your boyfriend caught you like this. he immediately brought you close to him, holding you in his arms as you kept crying and mumbling words that sent him worrying.

"why am i like this...?"

"what?" malleus responded in shock as he continued holding you, but looked down at you to see you crying into his chest, completely surprised at your question.

"why am i so weak? why was i born like this?" you sobbed as you tightened your grip around him, making him caress your hair as he realized what you were saying.

you sniffled as he held your hand and brought it up to his lips, planting a soft kiss on them as you looked up. he continued to trail kisses from your hand to your arm before moving to your forehead and cheeks.

"every spot that gets a kiss means they are perfect," whispered malleus before he continued showering you with soft and gentle kisses, "i don't ever want to hear you doubt yourself, my love. you're magnificent the way you are."

"you're not weak," whispered malleus once more as he placed a kiss on your shoulder before placing a finger under your chin to make you look at him, "what made you loathe yourself so much?"

you cast your gaze away from him as you mumbled in reply, "i just... it was always like this, but... today, i... was left out in class again..."

he frowned at your words before pulling in for another hug. you felt comforted and safe in his arms, his warmth and loving touches gave you a sense of security, almost as if he was your safe space.

well, he is your safe space.

"my treasure, let no one in this world make you feel like you are anything less than worthy because they think you're weak. you're not. you've always been one of the most resilient people i've met," spoke the dragon faerie as he gently rubbed your back for some more comfort while hugging you close.

"but..." you trailed off, making him look at you as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"you're not weak just because you aren't as physically resilient as everyone else. strengths come in different forms, my love." his words brought a sense of comfort in you, especially with how gentle and loving his tone was. he then placed a kiss on your forehead as he whispered, "i love you, f/n. if you feel this way again, please don't ever hide from me."

you nodded a little in response as you hugged him tight, sniffling softly as your crying died down a little, "...thank you... for being there for me..."

a faint smile ghosted over malleus' lips as he caressed your hair, "why are you thanking me? i'm your beloved. i'd consider myself a failure if i could not even comfort the person i love the most in this entire universe."

you didn't know how to respond to that as you looked up at him, "i... but still, thank you... you've been the best partner to me and..." malleus placed a finger on your lips to make you stop talking as he smiled, "don't thank me, love. how about we buy your favourite dessert? we can stay in and eat your treats while watching your favourite movie."

you smiled in response to that and nodded, which gave him permission to carry you in his arms while walking out of your room and leaving the dormitory to buy some snacks in sam's shop or visit the cafeteria to see what they have in store.

while he was walking down the main street with you in his arms, you kissed his cheek with a sweet smile and said, "oh, and i love you, too. more than you could ever know..."

a sweet smile found its way onto malleus' lips, "how cute of you, child of man, and because of that, you can buy as many treats as you want."

#disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #malleus x y/n #twst malleus #malleus twst #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus x mc

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mintmatcha · 1 year

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Minty I’m living for baby daddy Touya omg. Im so curious tho. Like we can see that he’s trying so hard to do right by his daughter but obviously he still is deep into crime and everything. Why does reader let him see their daughter if they know what he does. Maybe they don’t know?

Your daughter is sleeping, so the fight is quiet. It bubbles, thick and volatile, just as emotionally draining as any screaming match. In fact, the hushed tones are almost worse because every word feels careful, planned and thoughtful.

"You're not keeping me away from my own damn kid." Touya spits, eyes narrowed in disgust. He's standing on the shredded legal papers you handed him, asking him to sign away parental rights. "She's my kid."

"She's our child." you shoot back, "And you're barely in her life."

"And who's fault is that?" he scoffs, then scoffs again, twisting his dirty heel into the paper once again and leaving a track mark upon them, "Because it's not mine. I'd be here every damn day if you would just-"

"You know why you can't be!"

"Holy shit," Touya runs his hands through his hair so hard that it pulls his forehead taut, "There's plenty of people beggin' their baby daddies to be more involved and yet you're pushing yours away! What is your fuckin' problem?"

"I'm trying to protect her."

"Protect her? Protect her? From what? Me?"

"Yes!" your voice cracks, so you turn in your heel to hide your expression. Touya's boot thud closer as you retreat, going no where and anywhere, "From you and the shit you do and the people you work with and the fucking consequences of everything-"

"Listen- listen!" Touya catches you by the wrist and jerks you back to him hard, slamming you back into his chest. When you squirm in his grasp, he holds on tighter, free arm slipping around your waist to keep you in place, visibly seething. "Fuckin' cool it for one goddamn second."

He waits until you stop fussing to continue, head dipped low enough your noses touch. The anger has drained from his face, replaced with an eerily calm expression.

"I love her," he whispers, "Fuck, I love her even more than I even love you, so if you think I would ever do anything to put her in harm's way- you're wrong."

Touya's bangs tickle against your forehead and his breath is soft against your lips. The down-turned lid of his eyes, heavy with sincerity. "She's our baby."

Your chest expands with every pant, ears ringing with the pressure of stress, thrumming through your head. "Tell me you're done."

"What?" He draws back slightly.

"Tell me you're done with breaking the law. Tell me you're not going to get involved in that shit anymore." Despite yourself, you cling to him. The shape of him under your palms is painfully familiar: a reminder that he was once yours without conditions, "Tell me you're going to behave like a good, normal dad, Touya."

It takes a moment before he responds. "Yeah. I'm done."

"Say it like you mean it." you plead, whisper breathless and fragile, "At least make me believe it when you lie."

"I'm done." Touya pulls you closer, "I'm done."

You don't believe him. Not fully. "You'd break her heart if anything ever happened to you."

"I know."

"Tell me one more time."

"I'm done. For her." His hands are warm on your hips, "For you. I'm done for good."

His words are sweet enough that you swallow them down without question. You know better-- you know him, but you let him fool you anyway. "Okay."

Touya folds over you, head in your shoulder as he sighs with relief, but his touch is still horribly tight. "Don't you ever pull that shit again. Don't ever threaten to take my babies away again."

"Babies?"

"Yeah," he grumbles into your skin, "You're my baby too. Don't forget it."

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buddieswhvre · 11 days

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Requested by @buddiesmutslut here's number 9 the lawyer Eddie and innocent Buck fic! I tried my best to make things clear but still keep the air of suspense lol. Also, yes Buck is going through it right now.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, the hands of the clock continued moving but Buck was frozen still. This was a warning, this should be a warning, right? He may act as if he wasn't scared but in reality, he was losing his goddamn mind. Coming home to his place being absolutely trashed was a big wake-up call. He needs to stop this. Yes, his loft wasn't his home, never was, but still, it was a place that gave him shelter for so long, and seeing it like this was painful.

There was a time when he was his own person, and had no one who could suffer the consequences of his actions but now it was different. He had Bobby, Chimney, Hen, and Eddie, oh my god Eddie.

It was as if Eddie had some special power when it came to Buck and suddenly his loft opened to reveal Eddie.

“Hey so Bobby was doing some research and I think-”

“I'm withdrawing the case.” Eddie looked at him as if Buck had lost his mind but in reality, today was the first time ever since this all started that he was really thinking.

“What are you talking about and why are you cleaning the loft?” Buck needed the previous Eddie who didn't care about him so much. He needed him to ask less questions and do what he was asked to.

“Because it doesn't matter. It's not like I can practice after this so why even bother?” Some time ago they were standing at the exact place where Buck screamed about how important his job was to him and how he needed Eddie to trust him and today at the same place he's asking, no begging Eddie to leave him alone.

“Buck-”

“No Eddie, maybe I deserved it. I mean it was my fault, right? I took an oath to save people and I couldn't so maybe I do deserve it. Or what do you know, maybe I did kill him? Maybe-”

“Buck! If there's one thing I know about you is that you'd never hurt anyone on purpose-”

“What do you even know about me? Nothing. I just want you-” Buck needed Eddie to just go away. If Eddie said anything else Buck would completely break down and tell him everything that happened. And that's what Buck didn't want. He didn't want Eddie to put himself and in turn Chris in more danger because of Buck.

“I know how you act like you like dark coffee when your favorite is oat milk vanilla frappuccino. I know how you feel bad for killing a moth, a literal moth because it did nothing wrong. I know how you give your whole heart for someone without anything in return because that's how selfless you are, Buck. So yeah, I know you. I know you to the core and that's how I know that something is wrong.” One side of Buck wanted to cry in front of Eddie after everything he just said. There was finally someone who saw his whole existence and still thought he was worthy of something and yet he couldn't.

Christopher, the absolute treasure of his life would be in danger and Buck would literally walk through fire alone if it kept Chris safe. And if the fire was Eddie's disappointment and hurt, then so be it.

“Eddie, I want to withdraw the case”

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heartfucksmouth · 4 months

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so my mil def overheard my meltdown yesterday and she's been quiet and meek and I can tell she had been emotional. before she left for work this morning she mentioned it and said if she can do anything to help me be happy living here she'll do it. but like... you wont?? how you act 99% of the time makes me unhappy and uncomfortable and like I'm being judged??

my mom said maybe it's good bc she needs the reminder... but it's exhausting bc my mil needs a reminder every 2 months to stop being a miserable asshole bc she's insecure af (and super trashy conservative White Woman) and it's not my goddamn job to be her mirror or her life coach or whatever the fuck this is

I don't *want* to dislike her, I don't want the stereotypical shitty mil relationship, I don't want to be uncooperative or hard to live with, but I also can't deny the feeling she gives me in my gut. Shea a fucking asshole and she doesn't even know it (or denies it bc she can't confront herself) and like. if she's spent 50 years this way, I'm not holding my breath that she'll change.

she's everything I despise.

she's racist, sexist, ableist, hypocritical, she's inauthentic always, fragile af, she lives her life in fear and speaks incredibly confidently about things she knows nothing about,

shes a hoarder of toilet paper among other things, shes a terrible cook and thinks salting food will give you a heart attack and she cooks meat while it isnt completely thawed so its dry af, she complains about everything and does nothing to change it,

shes self employed and has no financial plan for retirement besides relying on her husband (and son?). she charges us ridiculous rent so we'll never save up and leave, she yells and swears at her dog for doing dog things and uses intimidation to make him behave, she refuses to clean her house "unless someone pays" bc shes a house cleaner for other people,

she moves my shit and we essentially dont have evidence that we exist in the house except in our room (me and myles would have to bring our shower stuff into the bathroom every time until i bought a shower caddy and hung it up without asking), she once threw away myles toothbrush bc she "was sick of looking at it," if anything is wrong or broken or missing its ALWAYS myles fault, she expects myles to bring in the groceries every day even if its one bag,

she'll do all the dishes but leave aidans bottles for me to do, she insists aidan will die if he doesnt wear socks, she sits him in front of the tv and leaves him there, she lets him cry and tells him hes fine while refusing to pick him up to comfort him, she only knows how to make him fall asleep with a bottle and once hes asleep she puts him down, but she's pro-life and tried to use Aidan being born as further proof supporting her belief ..

she's a Trump supporter. STILL. I should have just lead with that. I could go on for a while longer but I'm exhausted.

idk. idk what to do. I'm just going the way I did with my dad and trying to feel nothing for her. I get that she's human and flawed and has her own shit and she's fucked up and insecure but like. I don't care? I don't want to cater to it or live with it or expose my child to it. I feel guilt for it, but I'm not going sacrifice myself to make others comfortable anymore.

I really hate this.

#personal #vent post #justnomil

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bombingqueen · 7 months

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I might make a rec list of all my favorite wincest and j2 fics. I wouldn't mind receiving some recs if anyone is interested. I decided to just list my wincest recs because I read more sam/dean fics then J2. I have no idea how many parts I'm gonna have.

Updated:

Wincest Recs Part 1

Favorites (these are pretty much rated E):

the blood in your mouth (5306 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Dean wishes he could sink his hands right through Sam’s skin, his ribs, wishes he could touch straight down to Sam’s heart. He’d feel the strong muscle of it, the clench and release of every beat, the thick heat of blood. He could take a bite, all for himself. (In which Dean starts experiencing cannibalistic thoughts about Sam, and Sam just needs his brother. Season 11.)

take the things you love (4784 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Summary: The thing is, Sam’s reinforcing every bad behavior Dean’s ever had with this kind of shit. Fucking Sam stupid over the hood of the Impala? Dean’s wet dream—unfortunately also Sam’s—but more importantly the implicit validation of every claim Dean thinks he has on Sam—unfortunately every claim Sam’s lizard brain wants Dean to have. (Sam knows his brother wants to possess him. It's a point of internal conflict.)

brother only wants (64098 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 11/11 Summary: Sam breathes like it takes effort, and then he says, "Wanting you was the very first thing I realized was wrong with me. It was how I knew there was something sick inside." (One of them had to fall first. A story about devotion.)

an act of faith against the night (5953 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Summary: When Dean kisses him again, he tastes like Sam's tears. "I hate you," Sam whispers into Dean's mouth, still trying to get Dean to fuck him faster. No one should ever love this much. "It's your fault, this is your fault." Dean gave him this, everything that Sam never wants to lose, and now Dean's just going to tear it all away. He's going to throw himself away, like he's nothing, if Sam can't save him. (Angsty porn set sometime in Season 3. In lieu of actually talking things out, Sam and Dean have a lot of sex. Sometimes, like now, Sam breaks down.)

Bullet for my Valentine (8840 words) by merle_p Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Summary: Stupid. He is so goddamn fucking stupid. Running his mouth like a fucking idiot, not knowing when to leave well enough alone. Bad enough that he just practically talked dirty to his little brother, which, Christ – he must be more stressed than he thought if his self-control mechanisms have started malfunctioning that badly. But no, no, he came up with a scenario straight out of a bad slasher film, as if that is something normal people talk dirty about, as if that is something Sam would seriously enjoy. As if – As if Dean hadn’t hunted his own brother through the maze of the bunker, eyes black and hammer raised to strike, not even a full year ago. As if Sam hadn’t, just a few weeks back, knelt at his feet, neck bared, waiting for Dean to deal a fatal blow with a fucking scythe

Sam has a serial killer kink and Dean indulges him. There is no explicit consent discussion prior to the kink exploration. But there is a safeword that Sam is fully able to use.

With Your Dreams Untold (10157 words) by waywardelle Chapters: 1/1 Summary: For the past ten years, Dean has been bookmarking porn on the laptop for Sam to watch. Sam figured it would never go further than that, until one night, not long after killing Hitler, Dean decides to be brave. One thing is for sure: Dean is never going to let Sam live down the fact that porn is what brought them together, in the end. Set between 12x06 & 12x07, but not necessarily a coda.

Walkin' the Tightrope (24702 words) by non_tiembo_mala Chapters: 1/1 Summary: It’s 2036, and twenty years since Sam and Dean called it quits on hunting to take up a secluded, quiet life. Maybe Jesse and Cesar gave them the idea, but after Amara, they realized they’d done enough. And they wanted a proper life together even more. Known as Sam Wesson and Dean Smith to the residents of the nearby town they call home, Sam and Dean keep mostly to themselves, their immaculately kept ‘67 Chevy Impala, and their cabin in the woods. That is, until someone from their past tracks them down, desperate for help. Sam and Dean can’t say no, not when it’s their dear friend Jody Mills in deep trouble – she’s missing – but the wedding bands they wear make going back to their old life just that little bit more complicated…

because you want to die for love (27299 words) by hathfrozen Chapters: 1/1 Series: Part 1 of Heaven verse Summary: He almost misses it. “Seventy-eight days.” A beat passes. “What?” That’s the face of twenty-four year old Sam staring at Dean with the eyes of the thirty-six year old Sam he left behind. Dean can’t get a read on him, on the expression there when Sam clarifies, “It was only seventy-eight days. I lived for seventy-eight days without you, and then I ended up here.” (Sam and Dean settle into their Heaven—and into each other, too.)

Just about everything by hathfrozen is awesome. The author really knows Sam and Dean and hathfrozen explores their unhinged dynamics well.

Strange How the Night Moves (2282 words) by dollylux Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam and Dean talk about Sam's night with Piper.

Kings of Christmas (4987 words) by brokenlittleboy Chapters: 1/1 Summary: During the holidays at the bunker, Sam and Dean engage in a tense competition over who can decorate the bunker the best. Things get out of hand, but in a good way.

The Exodus (14189 words) by waywardelle Chapters: 1/1 Summary: So. Dean left with Cas over a week ago on some sort of recon mission, and yeah, Sam has been trying to bury himself in research, but he's just not coping all that well with the long-term separation. He wakes up early one morning, expecting the day to be like all the rest, except it's even worse than all the rest, because he's completely and totally alone on his (brother-less) thirty-fourth birthday. His bleak outlook quickly changes with an unexpected phone call, and he has to admit that maybe someone, somewhere answered his embarrassingly needy birthday wish, despite his lack of candles to blow out.

Promise Me (9281 words) by brokenlittleboy Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Additional Tags: Soulmates, Fluff, Romance, Marriage, Marriage Proposal, Men of Letters Bunker, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Winchesters, Canon Compliant, Top Dean, Bottom Sam, Frottage, Anal Sex, Sleepy Kisses, Minor Character(s) Series: Part 4 of Commissions Summary: Dean makes a promise to Sam. He'd already made a commitment to his brother in a church, but this time is more significant and meaningful. Their lives are already weird enough that one incestuous marriage proposal won't flip things upside down.

Sweet Sin, So Naked and Bare (16105 words) by HandsAcrossTheSea Chapters: 1/1 Summary: “Have you ever thought about us doing it bare?” Sam pauses with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth and brings his gaze up. “What do you mean?” “You know. Fucking bareback.” Dean’s not looking at him and Sam really, really wishes he would. Sam sets the cup down and exhales slowly. “Maybe.”

the need to choose (4542 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Castiel tells Dean something he never expected to hear.

This is an amazing fic. It does involve Mpreg and Non-traditional A/B/O dynamics. Dean is told he is pregnant. It also discusses the possibility of abortion due to the possibility of Sam and Dean being vessels and their war with Heaven and Hell. I think the concept is utterly brilliant. Sam and Dean having a child would really make it so that Heaven and Hell hunt them down or they give up their child.

reclamation (4152 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Once they're finally on the same page again, once things are okay, Sam realizes there's just one thing missing.

femme (4460 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Rummaging around the internet, Dean finds a kink he hadn't seen before; Sam explains, and demonstrates.

the beams of our house are cedar (7864 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: While they're still cementing the bunker as theirs, Dean remembers something he used to play with, when he was younger. He decides to give Sam a surprise, whenever he gets home.

there will be better days (9430 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam and Dean settle into their heaven.

ambiguity (4155 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam has a fantasy that he's long wanted to see realized. Dean misunderstands, at first, but Sam sets him straight.

a gift; win-win (967 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam wants to watch; Dean obliges.

oh so good, oh so fine (7580 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Series: Part 1 of it started with the kinks Summary: Zachariah gave them their memories back, but he didn't erase what had happened in the time they were other people. Dean Smith made a mistake, and Dean Winchester--well. He's still living with it.

kansas city (4231 words) by deadlybride Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam dies in a barn, and Dean tries to live, after.

deadlybride is one of my favorite wincest authors. everything they write is certified gold. Also, I'm a simple woman, I enjoy reading about Dean in panties.

Good Clean Fun (6050 words) by nigeltde Summary: Loose lips sink ships.

Fair warning, if Sam and Dean having sex when Sam may not be fully with reality squicks you then proceed with caution. It is not stated out right and it is left ambiguous.

Lips That Unlock Doors (2668 words) by AlulaSpeaks Chapters: 1/1 Dean may have the lips that unlock doors, but it’s Sam’s mouth that drives Dean crazy.

Dean just wanted a taste.

You Have Always Been a Fire, Burning Under My Skin (6037 words) by faequeentitania Chapters: 1/1 Series: Part 1 of Sharing is Caring Summary: The first time Sam woke up to the sound of Dean jerking off, he was twelve. Hearing your brother stroking himself in the middle of the night shouldn't be a turn on at twelve. And it definitely shouldn't be a turn on at twenty-two, either. But here he was.

The entire series is awesome. There is hetero sex but Sam/Dean has a pretty established thing going on throughout. Sam and Dean enjoy sharing their sexual experiences with women and they enjoy having threesomes.

Giving Thanks (23271 words) by chiquititasnewsong Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam forgets it’s Thanksgiving until he finds Dean in the kitchen at the bunker getting ready for a huge holiday spread. Whether it’s the day or the atmosphere or some kind of odd cosmic synchronicity, Sam takes a chance that turns out to change his life in ways he never dreamed possible.

I love this fic so fuckin much. The mutual pining and the increasing sexual tension is everything to me.

To Have and To Hold (3668 words) by fallingintodivinity Chapters: 1/1 Summary: It’s while standing in the middle of the vegetable aisle at a Wal-Mart, a slightly wilted head of lettuce in one hand and a six-pack of beer in the other, that Dean Winchester realizes he’s married.

A Warm Respite from a Chilly Night (1854 words) by doilycoffin Chapters: 1/1 After spending a good chunk of their evening freezing their asses off, Dean decides to warm him and Sam up with some good old fashioned spiked hot cocoa. And if it results in him getting to have a little fun with a very tipsy and horny Sam, then who is he to complain?

It's all consensual.

In the Chair Next to Mine (14407 words) by chiquititasnewsong Chapters: 1/1 Summary: This was written for this prompt from the SPN Masquerade Round 10: WINCEST - CAMPBELL BROTHERS, MARRIAGE KINK from: (anonymous) they really do love their little life in lebanon; the cozy quaint togetherness, the domestic bliss of coupledom, and they definitely get off on fooling the townspeople—letting everyone think they're mr. and mr. for real. (matching rings, the occasional pet name slipped, no one around them realizing they're getting an eyeful of incest every time a kiss is shared in public.)

Sam has a serious and intense incest kink. Dean gets into it.

Cri de Cœur [The Heart's Cry] (37817 words) by kelleigh Chapters: 7/7 Summary:

Sam and Dean could use a break after banishing God’s sister to the far reaches of oblivion. However, a new case drops into their laps when they receive a message sent to the Men of Letters using a strange old code. The name Campbell makes it impossible for them to refuse. The hunt takes the Winchesters back to Charleston, South Carolina, a city they haven’t been through in almost twenty years. It plunges them into the obscure and bloody history of an old plantation where ghost sightings and a consuming madness mean the clock is ticking.

Using every resource they have, including the help of the last Campbell ancestor in the South, the testimony of a powerless ghost, and the expertise of a handsome young historian, Sam and Dean need to uncover the truth behind the haunting before it claims another innocent victim. Based on the short story, The Yellow Wallpaper.

This is the second part of a series but it can be read as a stand alone. I love reading case fics and love reading ones that read like it could be on the show. This is awesome. Takes a divergence after Amara reunites with Chuck.

Sticking With You (10522 words) by smalltrolven Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam’s soul has been stretched to the limit after being attached to Chuck via the damn bullet in his shoulder. But now he has something to decide: whether or not to fill Dean in about what had really happened to Sam while Dean was off hunting on his own and killing his old buddy. It takes him the whole drive to Alaska, and nearly the whole way back to work up the courage to spill the whole story.

Dean helps Sam's soul heal and it is a beautiful thing.

nothing's gonna hurt you, baby (17652 words) by orphan_account Chapters: 1/1 Summary: “You get to have this, Dean.” The brush of Sam’s mouth against his own is the sweetest ache. Lips catch and drag and Sam whispers into his mouth, “You get to have this. If you want this, I’m giving it to you. Let me give this to you.” Dean wants to say yes. He wants to say please and I love you and thank you. For the trust, the devotion, the care. It’s not something that has ever needed to be verbalised but god, in this moment Dean wants nothing more than to tell this boy just how much he loves him. “Yeah. Yeah, Sam — I want this.” The words taste like the sweetest freedom and a thousand more years of damnation but Sam’s tongue soothes the burn of them. Long fingers cradle the back of his head tenderly, so tenderly, like he’s something precious to be taken care of, and Dean’s chest feels fit to bursting with how much he loves this kid.

I adore this fic. I really really do. and its sexy hot. This has Daddy kink. Sam calls Dean Daddy and it has undertones of subdropping.

Every New Beginning (1881 words) by remy Chapters: 1/1 Summary: one night you realize you love him, you love him in a way you shouldn’t, in a way you can never tell anyone, least of all him because he is not here. he is miles and miles and miles below your feet, so far out of your reach that you can’t even imagine it, and your chest hurts so sharp and vindictive you can’t breathe. and here’s the thing – without him, you don’t want to.

This is written in second person but it is an honestly beautiful depiction of Dean's feelings for Sam.

they were each other's toxic cure called codependency (2172 words) by nowhere_blake Series: Part 8 of codas for the damned and the brokenhearted Summary: Mary’s back, Dean is gone and Sam stops sleeping. She thought she understood how deep her boys' relationship goes, but when Michael takes over and Dean disappears, she needs to reevaluate just exactly how scarily codependent the two of them are. Coda to 14x01 Stranger in a Strange Land.

There's No Normal After That (6274 words) by Fenix21 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Dean discovers the truth behind the words of what it really means to love his brother.

Dean's turmoil after Sam's non-death is good stuff. This fic is set after Red Meat.

O Heavenly Christmas (8124 words) by SmackTheDevil Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Reunited on a bridge in Heaven, Sam and Dean have much to catch up on and slide back into their close relationship as if they had never been apart. Sam is reflective about a life long lived, while Dean is his usual self; cracking jokes and teasing his brother. But without the weight of the world on their shoulders, for the first time, in a long time they are both able to relax and talk about their time together on Earth, relive a few memories and enjoy their first Christmas together in Heaven.

amazing work and the progress of their re-joining is beautiful

ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves? (ain't you my baby?) (3367 words) by pilotflyingj Summary: Five times Dean calls Sam "baby," and one time he doesn't.

Monsters Are Always Hungry (27458 words) by untraceablegirl23 Chapters: 1/1 Summary: He peers down at him for just a second, a second that skips on like hours, because looking at Sam is like giving something up, like air, like space, and being replaced entirely with devotion. (Nonlinear depiction of the time Sam and Dean are found out and how it all comes to in the months beforehand which are Heaven and Hell at once. Or an acknowledgement of just how far they’d go for each other, even when it’s beyond wrong, because how can you hide when you’re entirely made for someone else?)

Midnight Ride (2749 words) by ani_coolgirl Chapters: 1/1 Summary: Sam really just means to get some sleep. But if he wants Dean’s good mood to last, he may as well indulge and enjoy the ride.

Sam indulging Dean's cowboy while Castiel and Jack are in the next room.

#wincest #I have over 100 saved wincest fics #I have a problem #personal #wincest fic recs

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kil-me-n0w · 1 year

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I have something to say.

Hello there, I’m back with another thing to talk about.

JJK spoilers from the beginning up to the latest chapter- just don’t scroll if you aren’t caught up to the latest chapter as of February 10th 2023

I swear on everything if you get spoiled at this point it’s your own goddamn fault.

Thank you 🥰

So. We as a fandom have this misconception going that I would like to correct, and I’ve been meaning to talk about it for a while but denial is NOT just a river in Egypt- and now there’s physically no way to deny this so!

These two, we always say that these two are parallels to these two.

Which is absolutely true, but who we compare them to is wrong.

Every video and post of comparisons between SatoSugu and ItaFushi have paired up Gojo and Megumi, and Yuji and Geto.

And thats wrong.

Just hear me out for a second.

We always match up Megumi and Gojo, mostly because they both have spikey hair, they’re both super powerful with influential families, they’re both meant to be clan leaders, and Gojo got raised by Tsumiki with Megumi.

On the other side of that we always match up Geto and Yuji since they’ve both got an entity possessing them, Gojo was supposed to have killed them, they died and came back to life because of the entities possessing them, and they both have ties to Kenjaku.

None of these comparisons are necessarily WRONG, but they’re so surface level it hurts, and we’re missing the bigger picture here.

The right parallel is Yuji and Gojo, with Megumi and Geto. And Sukuna’s possession of Megumi confirmed that even more.

Starting off with Yuji and Gojo!

Not only is it surface level shit, like their joking personalities and light hair, it’s the deeper things. Their characters as a whole.

Yuji and Gojo were both born to do things that shouldn’t be possible, containing Sukuna and Having the six eyes. They’ve got strong moral compasses and on top of that, they have a strong sense of duty. Even when it comes down to the wire, they’ll choose their responsibility. Their characters as a whole are perfectly complimentary to each other. Not to mention their happy acts to mask the fact that they don’t like anything happening around them.

Then theres Megumi and Geto.

Again, surface level shit, dark hair, the asshole tendencies, and now the possession by another entity. But their similarities are also much deeper.

Geto before death was stuck in a “only the strong survive” mindset. He believed that weakness meant death. And that’s exactly what megumi thinks too. He sees strength as necessary for survival, not as something that gets developed. Another similarity is their power, they’re both able to summon curses, while their methods of obtaining those curses are very different, the basis of their abilities is the same: they use cursed energy to summon curses. They also both had a pretty damn strong sense of Justice, even if it seemed skewed at times, they saw injustice and couldn’t stand for it, fighting against it.

Now for my own personal inputs since I write quite a bit like Akutami. In the case of Gojo killing Geto, if Yuji had ever been turned to the dark side, or fully possessed by Sukuna, Megumi wouldn’t be able to bring himself to kill Yuji. I’ll say it again.

Megumi wouldn’t be able to kill Yuji. Not because he’s not strong enough, but because he wouldn’t be able to bring himself to kill Yuji. He dosent have that sense of duty like Gojo and Yuji have- because while it would cause Yuji HUGE distress, he would be able to kill Megumi. Because that sense of duty, of NEEDING to do what’s right, that’s stuck on Yujis brain constantly.

And then theres the whole Geto destroying a town to save two little girls thing. Yuji is a good person, a kind person. But he’d never be able to do that. You know who would? Megumi. That strong sense of Justice would take over and he’d tear down the world to just save one person.

Geto and Megumi fall more under “grey” or “villain” mindsets, sacrificing many to save one. Where as Gojo and Yuji check the boxes for the classic heroes, sacrificing the one person- regardless of who it is- to save everyone else.

Thanks for reading this far- maybe this time I won’t ghost tumblr for like a whole ass year until I get another random idea!

ANYWAYS

TLDR

The right way to paralell SatoSugu and ItaFushi is with Yuji as Gojo, and Megumi as Geto.

#jjk manga spoilers #jjk #jjk headcanons #jjk hcs #jjk conspiracy #jjk gojo #jjk megumi #jjk geto #jjk itadori #itafushi #satosugu #i’m right

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bippot · 2 years

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Might be weird for you to write if you don't like this kinnnda thing sooo don't do it if your uncomfortable.... love to see something with a daddy kink. Eddie or Adrian? Both if possible. Again I get if you not okay with it. Love yous xx

Summary: They get paired together for a biology assessment. That's it. The popular cheerleader would never ruin her reputation and standing with her parents for a DnD nerd. Unless....?

Also, why does Jason Carver hate Eddie Munson so much?

Tags: Cheerleaders, Daddy Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Fluff and Smut, Cheating

Song Recommendation: Rich Girl by Hall and Oats.

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

Cheerleaders. Love em or hate em, they're an American tradition. There's a reason why you find girls like that in all of the movies surrounding the high school experience. They were supposed to be perfect, pure, and innocent, but as most know, they are notorious bitches.

Well, a lot of them are. Take Y/N for example. She was whip-smart with a sharp tongue and that uniform, oh, that uniform made Eddie feel things that he didn't want to feel. He thought that cheerleading uniforms were some sort of torture device made by perverts to ensure that horny teenage boys got boners whenever they stared at them for too long. But, it was never going to happen. The freak and the queen bitch? Nope. That would never happen to poor ol' Munson, right?

They were in the same year at school. It was back at Eddie's first try at graduating high school. Back when everything seemed possible, when there weren't nearly as many problems in his life. Back when the only problem on his mind was this goddamned assignment that Mr Kane was yapping on about.

Something something biology. Presentation.... oh fuck me in the ass, this class is so fucking boring. If I shoved this pencil in my eye, would I die? What if I shoved two pencils, one in each eye? Would I double die? Or would it cancel each other out?

"Edward Munson, could you please pay attention for five minutes?" Eddie snapped his eyes up from his notebook to his teacher - and the rest of the other students who were staring at him.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he responded politely, but with an air of arrogance that he had perfected throughout high school, knowing that teachers hated it and they hated him for it. It's not his fault that school sucks and is boring. He just spends the majority of it in his own head. It's way more interesting in there.

Mr Kane took that as his cue to continue what he was saying. Like the absolute prick he was, he decided to announce, "It's time to partner up. Yeah, you heard that correctly, I've decided to let you share the brunt of your work with one of your lovely classmates," in a tired and humourless voice.

Brilliant. Amazing. Fucking fantastic. Not only was Eddie going to disappoint Uncle Wayne with his grades, but also one of his fellow students. Perfect. He was waiting for the moment when whoever was picked to go with him, whined about it to the teacher and either:

a) managed to swap partners

b) made it very clear that Eddie 0% of the work

Because that's what was going to happen. Nobody ever wanted to work with him. Why would they? He was awful at homework and tests and all that assignment bullshit. Hell, he barely went to class. He sat alone doodling in his notebook most of the time, staring at the door and waiting for a chance to leave.

"Y/N and.... and, who's left? Y/N and Eddie."

For fucks sake.

There was a smattering of laughter as people snickered to themselves. This wasn't going well at all. What a perfect combination. He could probably survive, right? Maybe. But, then again, maybe not. Oh, how he wished that he was invisible.

Hey, it's all good. It's not like she'll want to talk to him and go over the work or anything. She'll do all the work and get an A- or whatever she usually gets, and he'll get a big, fat F because she'd tell on him in no time. Right?

Right? Wrong. As he left the classroom, he heard her calling his name from behind. Great. Now he'd have to deal with the girl he had been crushing on since the beginning of school. He sighed, preparing himself mentally and emotionally as she caught up with him to tug on his sleeve.

"Are you fucking deaf, Munson?" she snapped in her usual sassy manner as she spoke. He rolled his eyes in return as he glared down at her, raising an eyebrow as he waited for her to continue with the onslaught of insults that were bound to come from those pouty lips of hers.

When she didn't say anything else, he looked at her questioningly, waiting for an explanation. When she remained silent, he decided it would be best if he cut in before she started another tirade. "What is it, Y/N? You want to swap partners? Be my fucking guest. I mean, you obviously want to switch partners. Just say it." He knew he sounded rude, but there was no point in holding back on someone who had a mouth like hers. He couldn't help it, she just pissed him off. She was always like this; sarcastic, disrespectful, rude, pretty, totally out of his league, surprisingly funny when she wanted to be, a quick thinker that he knew had a lot more going on than it seemed at first.

One thing that always brought a smile to his face was a memory that he had of her. It was simple. Quick. He didn't even know if she remembered it. He'd come out of the Hellfire room a little late as he'd been packing up after a session - all the other boys had gone home by now - and he thought that the parking lot would've been empty.

Nope. It wasn't.

Sat on the curb with what Eddie assumed to be her boyfriend's hoodie on, Y/N was still waiting for her ride. Luckily, she wasn't alone. A stray cat that often liked to prowl the school after hours took a shine to the cheerleader, nuzzling itself into her leg. Eddie had never seen Y/N look so happy before. She was smiling, giggling, playing around with the cat, talking softly to it and playing with its ears while Eddie watched on in complete awe. As stupid as it sounds, he came to the realisation 'Oh, she's just a girl'. He'd seen her as this unapproachable and strong, intimidating force, but looking at her now, it seemed like she really wasn't that bad. There was niceness to her. Something inside of her shone through, something soft and kind and sweet that she hid away from the general population of their classmates.

It hurt his heart a little, but he tried not to think too much about it as he cleared his throat to acknowledge that he was there. "Are you okay?" he asked bluntly as she jumped at his sudden interruption and accidentally scared away the cat. "Whoops, my bad. I'm sorry."

"Eddie Munson? What do you want?" she sneered, crossing her arms as she looked at him with annoyance. Ah, so the mask was back up already.

"Would you like a ride?"

"From you?"

"It looks like it's going to rain."

And, she noticed the sky turning dark. Well, shit, he was right. She glanced down at her watch and realised that it was way beyond the time her boyfriend was supposed to pick her up. Evan had forgotten.

Again.

So, she weakly nodded and accepted his hand when he offered it to help her up. It was awkwardly silent as he guided her to his van and opened the door for her to get in. Y/N had never been treated in such a way. He was a gentleman. That was new information that she'd try not to dwell on. And since she'd never had the door cordially opened for her, she couldn't help but respond with a coy, "Th-thank you," and if she wasn't mistaken, there was a blush threatening to creep onto her cheeks.

As soon as she'd taken her seat in his car, he got in and pulled away from the school grounds. After she got settled in, she turned to look at him and saw him watching her with concern. "How was your day?" he asked gently, trying to break the silence.

"Fine." She paused for a second, deciding whether or not to give him some more details, but quickly abandoned the thought. He didn't need them. No matter what she told him, he wouldn't care. "You?"

"Same old, same old," he answered, glancing over at her briefly before he continued driving. They both stared straight ahead in silence again until he decided to ask, "So...you like cats?"

Honestly, it was the only thing he could think of saying. It seemed like the safest question starter, plus, it was better than the tense nothingness that was the alternative. She looked down at her lap, refusing to make eye contact, before replying "Yeah. I'm not allowed any pets at home. Mom says she's allergic but I don't think that's true." Then, she chuckled quietly, "I love animals though."

"There's this dog that is always around where I live. Don't know if he's got a proper name but I call him Scruffball. Don't even know if he's got an owner," he explained, laughing lightly under his breath when he caught her expression at the mention of a dog. It was cute. Very cute. "He loves me. I mean, who doesn't? Yeah, he's always waiting for me when I get home." His smile widened and he added, "He likes to chew on my shoelaces."

A small chuckle escaped her as her gaze lifted to glance at his, meeting his eyes for a split second before shifting her head to look out the window. There was a strange, unfamiliar feeling bubbling inside of her chest. It felt nice. Warm. Comforting. Like butterflies were fluttering around in her stomach. God, she hoped that didn't mean what she thought that meant. Did she like him? No. She was just sad that her boyfriend was probably too preoccupied with fucking her friends to pick her up from practice. No way. It's not as if she had always thought he was cute. He was here. That was it. Evan wasn't here. Eddie was.

Hardening her resolve, she coolly announced, "You can drop me off here."

"Do you live around here?" Eddie asked curiously, taking in how different the buildings seemed. This neighbourhood definitely wasn't anything like the trailer park. It was that perfect picket fence type of place that he assumed all cheerleaders lived in.

"Does it matter? I can walk."

The weather outside was horrible. Terrible winds and pouring rain. "You're not walking in this rain, Y/N. You'll catch pneumonia or something," he argued, glancing over at her before continuing, "How else will you do all those... moves? All the-" He took both hands off the steering wheel to shake his hands like he was holding pom poms and smiled when he caught her attention. "All of those."

Why was she smiling? Why the hell was she smiling? It was impossible to stop the way the corners of her mouth upturned upwards ever so slightly. Her lips quivered slightly at the sides with amusement as she fought to keep her laugh from escaping.

"You sold to Harrington in the year below at his party last month, right?"

"Yeah."

"I live opposite."

He was grinning bigger than before. That smug bastard had weaselled information out of her. He'd gotten his way somehow and safely dropped her off at her house. By the time they'd reached her drive, the rain had stopped.

"Here you go, princess. Your... absolutely fucking huge house," he almost gasped, his jaw hanging open as he saw her home. It wasn't a mansion, but definitely bigger than he was used to. Like three stories with a massive lawn and a Dogwood tree in the yard. Every bit of the shrubbery green and beautiful and well maintained. Everything looked fancy. It looked like it belonged in a movie.

Was she rich? Most popular people are rich. Why would she be any different? They're all rich and snotty and have pretty things to show off to impress their other snotty friends.

"Do you have a pool? It looks like the type of house to have a pool."

"Yeah. My mother is fucking the pool boy and everything," she joked, trying to pass it off as an offhanded comment that he shouldn't take seriously. It was true. Of course it was.

Normally, when she phrased things like that, people tended to take them as surface level shit. You know, she said them in a jokey way so they must be just that: jokes. Not Eddie. He picked up on the slight sad undertone in her voice and exclaimed, "Really? That sucks. My old man cheated on my mom before she died, yeah, he was the worst. It, uh, never stops feeling weird, just so you know."

"That sucks..."

They fell silent and neither made any move to leave. Neither one knew why. Maybe it was because no matter how cold the air might feel against their skin, they couldn't help feeling warm when they're together. Maybe it was because neither wanted to leave just yet. Maybe it was because neither wanted to let the other go.

Yet, they couldn't let the other know. Especially not Y/N. Eddie having a crush on Y/N was fine from the outside. Yeah, why wouldn't he? She was popular, hot and mean. The dream girl. Eddie, on the other hand, was social suicide to interact with, let alone be interested in. A loser. A freak. An idiot. A DnD nerd, whatever the fuck that was. There was no way she was going to go public with this information.

"Uh, thanks for the ride." She unbuckled herself and went to pull the door handle but hesitated. Before she could stop herself, she turned and quickly placed a kiss on his cheek then got out. "Don't tell anyone I did that or I will make your life a hell."

"Yes ma'am!" he replied mockingly, his face growing redder by the second. "Good night," he murmured as she closed the door and began walking towards her front door. Once she disappeared into her house, he let out the deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair before leaning back against the headrest and staring ahead. What the fuck had just happened? And why did she act like it hadn't happened when they got to school the next day?

Transporting back to his current mind, Eddie realised he hadn't responded to her yet. She said something and he was too busy thinking about how soft her lips felt against his cheek to pay attention. It was months ago, but it was if she'd just done it, as if it happened yesterday.

"What did you say?"

"Library or my house? And don't say your trailer. My dad would kill me if he heard that I was seen there."

A snort left his lips in disbelief. What? She actually wanted to work with him? Was she trying to get a rise out of him? She must know about his very obvious crush on her. Or was it just her being cute? Oh yeah. That's exactly what it was. A flirty joke, as the kiss must've been too. She was trying to embarrass him in front of everyone. Typical bitchy cheerleader behavior.

"If you don't make your mind up, I will make it for you."

"...What?"

She sighed impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest. If looks could kill, he'd already be dead. How long did he want to prolong this interaction? People had already noticed that she was talking to him. And as she glanced over her shoulder, she noticed Evan walking up to them.

"You know where. Friday. Six. Don't be late."

Woah, she did remember.

Then without another word, she strutted away and straight to her boyfriend with a fake smile plastered on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes, despite her best efforts.

Eddie's heart was beating faster than ever before and he couldn't believe what she had done. Did she really just...? No! No way! Absolutely not. He wouldn't let himself fall for the stupid cheerleader that was the only one who ever offered to let him help out. For the first time in ages, he was going to do half the work, which he'd never been excited about before. And, since he was stationary in the middle of a busy corridor, someone bumped into him and yelled, "Out of the way, fucking loser."

And he couldn't help but retort, "Sorry, couldn't fit your fat head through the gap, Harlington?"

"Fuck you."

"No, fuck you. Eat a dick."

After that, he managed to walk away without further interaction from anyone else. All while thinking to himself, 'Jesus Christ, what the actual fuck?!' He had just gotten a date with the hottest girl at Hawkins High School. A study date, but still. He smiled stupidly to himself, completely lost in his own little world as he made his way to the Hellfire table.

Friday evening was a mix of emotions. On one hand, holy shit was he excited. Eddie Munson was excited to do homework? Well, no. Not that bit. Hanging out with Y/N again, that was it. It would definitely be more time together than their little driving session. Yet, he was also beyond anxious. She wasn't the easiest to interact with at times. She had a temper on her and was extremely stubborn and sometimes harsh. And that just added more fuel to the fire to the fact that he was obsessed with her.

Actually, if it went well and he had the guts to, he could ask if she'd kissed him with the intention of turning his pesky little crush into, well, into what he felt for her now. He couldn't quite bring himself to admit the truth, though, so he settled for just hoping for the best.

There were so many concerns rushing around his fuzzy head. Like, what should he wear? Should he dress casual or something more out there? Eyeliner? What if he looks like a dork? Maybe he should wear his old blue jacket. He was wearing it at school today. Should he go for a new shirt? Wait, did he even need to change? Should he shave? Shit! Does she expect him to shave? No, of course she doesn't.

Oh shit. What if her parents were home? He wasn't good with parents. Parents didn't like him. Fuck, not even his own liked him. That's it! He's cancelling this whole thing! He'd rather die than spend any more time pondering this. Just give up. Stay home and lock himself in his bedroom for as long as he could. Yes. That'll work. That's totally it.

However, he could imagine that annoyed pout she'd get if he didn't turn up and he immediately stopped that train of thought in its tracks before continuing. No, he couldn't just ditch this. This was his chance, right here and now! With all these thoughts running around the inside his head, it took less than two minutes for him to jump in his van and start driving. Hopefully, by the time he got there, all his worries will be put aside for good and it's not like he has any plans for this evening anyway. (He totally got asked if he wanted to hang out with his buddy Socko and get absolutely wasted but he declined because he had 'other' obligations).

As he arrived at her house, he rang the doorbell and waited impatiently for someone to answer it. There was no answer after a whole minute and he was growing desperate. He knew he was going to regret this, but he pressed the doorbell once more anyway and called out, "Hello!"

In a huff, she opened the door wide, revealing herself in her normal clothes opposed to her cheerleading costume with a disapproving frown on her face. "I told you-" she stopped abruptly when she saw him standing there, looking stunned and slightly embarrassed. "Oh, I thought you were...Hi. Come on in."

"Who'd you think I was?"

"My boyfriend," she deadpanned at him. Damn it. He forgot about that asshole Evan. He was the captain of the basketball team. Jocks and cheerleaders make sense together. It was an inevitability that those two would be together.

Eddie shook his head and forced himself to look away from her to focus on the surroundings of her house. Yep, just as he thought - clean and neat. Perfect. Nothing was messy in this place. It was almost as if nobody lived here. It might've been a house that her family lived in but there weren't any photos or personal touches - this wasn't a home. It couldn't be. It was visually so devoid of warmth. Yet, her house looked like her father would have some really nice ashtrays that he'd love to steal.

It looked so cold and lifeless and lonely. He felt a sudden pang of pity for the girl, which quickly faded as she ordered, "Take off your shoes."

"What?"

"You heard me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave him a stern look. "Do it." He shrugged and did what she instructed him to do - although, it was obvious that he was reluctant in complying with her request.

He just hoped she didn't hear him mumbling under his breath, "Cunt." He didn't know why he said that, either. It was reasonable to take your shoes off so you don't trail mud or grime or whatever gross shit lives at the bottom of your shoes. Yet, she could've been nicer. Was that too much to ask?

Emerging from the stairs was a blonde haired boy that Eddie had seen around school. He was also on the basketball team. Eddie was also aware of that. But he hadn't talked to him. Why would he? Just because he was seriously swooning over the guy's sister, didn't mean that Eddie wanted to interact with the other Carver. "Why's Munson here?"

"Biology project, dear brother."

Jason rolled his eyes and brushed past Y/N to get to the kitchen, giving Eddie a nod as they crossed paths. Weirdly, these siblings looked nothing alike. Eddie's mind went back to the joke about Y/N's mother having an affair, and looking at the two of them, he guessed she had more than one instance of adultery. Y/N's eyes followed her brother as walked and she inquired, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah," Jason lied with a shrug, not caring whether she believed him or not.

"Do you want me to make you anything?"

"I just told you that I've eaten!"

"Well, you lied. Didn't you?"

Siblings. Eddie was glad he didn't have a brother or sister. He was so pleased at that moment to be an only child.

"So, I'll repeat my question, do you want me to make you anything before you out?"

"Who says I'm going out?"

"Why do you have your jacket on then?" she questioned with a knowing glint to her eye. Jason paused briefly at this question and then turned around to shoot her a glare.

The siblings had a mini staring match as Eddie watched on. Y/N tilted her head to the left and waited for her brother to spill. She knew he would eventually. "Youre such a bitch. I've got a date, okay?!"

"Once a Carver, always a Carver," she quipped back, using the family motto as a defence. She couldn't help but inquire, "Who?"

Cheeks reddening at the thought of his date, Jason responded an almost dreamy, "Chrissy Cunningham." Y/N gasped dramatically and clapped her hands together, chuckling at her brother and making him blush again. He cleared his throat and searched for his keys. "We're getting dinner, so no, don't make me anything."

Y/N pushed Eddie in the general direction of the stairs and teased over her shoulder, "Poor girl." He could feel his ears burning at the comment and hurriedly out of the front door, slamming it behind him.

Were all siblings mean to each other?

Once upstairs she led him to her bedroom, which looked more plain than he expected. There weren't any posters or artwork on the walls or anything. Her bed was pretty simple - just a white bed frame and flowered duvet. Her desk was the only bit of furniture that seemed to have any personality at all. A lot of papers - that mostly consisted of scribbled notes and drawings - and the shelves had a vast array of books. A few of them caught his attention and he wondered how many she actually read.

She closed the door behind them and motioned for him to sit down at the end of her bed whilst she grabbed the notebook that was sitting on her desk. Taking the seat next to him, she took the pen from the metal coil of the notebook and asked, "Alright, what should we start with?"

"You tell me."

"Okay. Where is your textbook?" she asked him, leaning forward on her elbows so she could prop her chin in her hands.

Shit. He knew he forgot something. Eddie swallowed, suddenly nervous. How could he have messed this up? "I didn't bring it," he answered, knowing how stupid that was of him to do. He rarely ever brought them to class, and even if he did, she usually left it in his locker. Hell, he'd used some of the paper as blanks when he rolled his ciggys so maybe a page or two could've been missing.

Honestly, what did she expect? He didn't show up to school with the necessary items, why would he show up to her house with them? He was never one to be reliable anyway, so it wouldn't be surprising if the book was long gone by now. But Y/N sighed, seemingly upset as she replied, "Look. I won't force you to help. If you don't want to do it, I understand. But.. I don't know, I guess I wanted to give you a chance to try because I know most people don't."

That was nice. She'd actually said something nice to him for a change. Even if he didn't really understand why, he appreciated it nonetheless. And there was something about the way she said it too that was somewhat sad. Sad and tired. So, so sad. He felt his heart ache for her and he immediately began racking his brains trying to figure out why. However, his brain was failing at finding an appropriate answer.

"I want to help you." He blurted it out before he could stop himself, even though he knew the chances of him helping her was slim at best. He had not paid attention in biology since third grade. Still, he could try anyways. Maybe he was just desperate to keep her company and see the expression on her face. It sounded stupid. Ridiculous. But it was the truth.

"Really?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised by his admission. She leaned back against the headboard of her bed and arched her eyebrow curiously at him. As her mouth opened, he thought he was about to get hit by one of her insults but he didn't. Instead, she smiled - a real smile. One where it reached her eyes and lit up her entire face. "Thanks."

Her real smile was like sunshine; warm and inviting. If anything, it was a bit goofy looking. A dimple appeared on her cheek and the corners of her lips curled upwards just enough. It made her seem happy and innocent and cute instead of scary, mean and angry. It was a real contrast from how she presented herself at school.

Now, he felt himself getting sucked into those bright eyes and he found himself blinking rapidly in shock as he tried to tear his gaze away from her. His cheeks burned and his stomach fluttered and he didn't know why. It must be something in the air. Right?

"Well, how about we make a start?"

That's exactly what he needed right now. Some work. Something to distract him from her. And he needed to concentrate. She handed him a sheet of paper as she began explaining their assignment to him and he nodded along, trying to act as though he'd been paying attention to the course, which of course he hadn't. Throughout her explanation, he kept his gaze fixed on her lips as she talked and his mind went crazy. He needed to stay focused - otherwise he'd screw everything up.

Just look at the page for five seconds.

Stop gazing at her or she'll figure you out.

Focus.

Come on, Eddie. Focus.

Stop staring.

"Eddie," she called out to him softly and he snapped out of his trance, finally tearing his gaze away from the sight of her pink lips. He gulped and muttered an 'okay' to her before turning his full attention towards her instructions. She sat back, looking satisfied and slightly amused. She tapped the pen to her lower lip and commented, "This shouldn't be that hard, honestly. We're probably going to have to use these pages for reference... Are you listening?"

Oh yeah. Of course he was. Now he was staring holes into the textbook laying across her thighs, he could hear what she was saying perfectly well. He nodded quickly, biting his lip and fiddling with his fingers, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with her gaze on him. It's fine, he could pretend he was reading. Or he could actually read it. That would've been beneficial to them. She seemed satisfied with his response and his newfound concentration because she returned her gaze back to the open textbook and picked her pen up, preparing to write her notes.

Whatever it was between them was purely academic. All he needed to worry about now was schoolwork. That's all. No feelings involved. Nope, nada, zip. Not at all. Totally not happening. Would never happen. Never ever ever ever ever ever. So why did it feel so good when she pointed out an image of a neanderthal and joked, "That guy kind of looks Mr. Kane. Is it bad that I find it kinda hot?" and then grinned at him while raising one side of her brows, daring him to disagree.

And he couldn't disagree. He was so far gone. He was falling head first without a parachute or a net - just falling straight ahead. Falling down Mount Doom and plummeting to his fiery demise. "Oh yeah, he's got a real hot bod, huh?" he retorted back, unable to suppress a small smile as he spoke, and was rewarded with a laugh from Y/N. He couldn't help himself - not only because he genuinely enjoyed seeing her happy, but also because he felt something bubbling inside of him - he playfully bumped his shoulder into hers, and smiled when she did it back to him.

They worked in silence for a while, writing their own section and only occasionally exchanging comments back and forth. She felt relaxed around Eddie and it wasn't a feeling she often had around anyone, especially someone who she barely knew at all. And she liked that. It felt almost normal. He didn't know how long they were working on their homework until she stopped for a second to ask, "Do you want a drink or anything? I completely forgot to ask when you came in."

Pleasantries? She was extending pleasantries to him? Where was the notorious bitch of Hawkins High and why had she been replaced with the girl next to him? He could've sworn he'd been a little intimidated by her when he first arrived here but now, he didn't want to leave. Was this a trap?

Trap or not, he was thirsty. "Can I get some water, please? And do you have any aspirin? My head is killing me," he asked, chuckling nervously as he ran his hand through his hair and looked up at her for a second.

"Sure. Bottom draw on the left."

Bottom draw on the left? Bottom draw on the left! Shit. She got halfway down the stairs before she bolted back up, cursing under her breath as she appeared back at her door. She forgot about the other thing in that drawer. Oh no. He'd found it. Immediately turning red as he held the item that caused her to panic so much, Y/N watched on in horror as Eddie inspected the object with wide eyes and an unreadable expression. "What the fuck?! Where'd you get this?!" he questioned incredulously, clearly in disbelief as he waved it around. She gulped, stomping her way towards him to try to take it from his hands, but he didn't let go. Oh boy, did he hold onto that thing tight!

"Put it down."

"No way!"

"Asshole. Just drop it!"

A boisterous cackle erupted from his lips as he used his height as an advantage and lifted his hand above his head so she couldn't reach it. It was amusing watching her jump for it every time she tried. Although he was being a little cruel, he had to admit; she was amusingly adorable when panicking. "What? You don't want me to see you dildo? Huh, Y/N? Look, it's got fake veins and everything." He raised it higher. "What are you going to fuck yourself with now?"

Now she looked murderous. The bitch was back in business. He smiled evilly, knowing full well he was probably being ridiculous, but he still couldn't stop it. This was too good! Too funny! He had her now and he really enjoyed playing the game with her. Especially since her reaction was totally worth it.

"Come and get it," he said triumphantly and took another step forward, closing the distance between them so that he practically loomed over her. He held out the toy, dangling the tip in front of her face tantalisingly close only to swipe it away as quickly as it arrived.

Before he'd registered it, she'd grabbed him by the collar and threatened, "I will tell everyone in school that I caught you breaking into my house to go through my panty drawer. The sherif would love to hear about your breaking and entering, you fucking perv," then held her hand out expectantly.

That caught him off guard. He blinked a couple times, staring in confusion as he processed what she'd said. He knew it was true - she could definitely do it and everyone would believe her. He had no chance in defending himself from that accusation. He'd get laughed at. He'd get further ostracised than he already was. People would think he was a creep as well as a freak, that's for sure. There would be rumours spread amongst the whole town that he was some sort of sicko. He didn't need that. His uncle Wayne didn't need that. He couldn't afford more problems.

He swallowed dryly and stared down at her for a moment, her eyes shining as she stared daggers that pierced him right through the heart. And he accepted defeat, but as an act of defiance, he suckered the dildo to the wood of her desk rather than placing it in her hand like she wanted him to.

"Why the hell do you have a dildo? Your boyfriend not doing it for you?"

Silence. Complete, utter and total silence. Her face remained blank as she stared at him. There was nothing she could say. Nothing she could do. He was right and her lack of response gave it away. She bit the inside of her cheek and clenched her teeth together to keep from making any noise, hoping that he wouldn't notice her heartbeat pounding away against her ribs as she thought of her stupid boyfriend.

Taking a deep breath, she explained, "It was a joke gift. All my teammates pitched in - even the ones who are fucking Evan behind my back - and, yeah, they all think it's so funny that he's never made me... he's never cared to, you know, after all our time together," and now she was hoping that somehow he wouldn't hear the slight tremble to her voice and he would stop teasing her, but it was too late. He saw it. He heard it. Everything she was trying to hide, he saw it. She couldn't lie to him.

Oh boy, did he just hear her correctly? No way. If he had a girl like her that would never happen. Her boyfriend was a cheating twat who barely gave two shits about her at all. She deserved better than Evan. A lot better. Someone who loved her unconditionally. Who would make her feel special and satisfied every day just because she was his girlfriend. Someone who she could trust and count on and rely on to be faithful.

"That's fucked up." He sounded so serious that Y/N almost didn't recognize the emotion in his voice. He was angry? Sad? She didn't know which. But it was there.

Weirdly, she felt the need to further, "Cynthia was the one who instigated the whole thing really. I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that she calls her boyfriend daddy." He averted his gaze as she said that nickname, and she made a conscious note of his reaction. "Like out of the bedroom. Inside is completely fine with me. We were at practice and she genuinely squealed 'Oh, daddy!' as he walked into the gym and I couldn't help it."

Again, there was silence. Eddie's eyes shifted back to meet hers, and although he wasn't smiling, his eyebrows were furrowed slightly, his expression one of complete concern. "You have awful friends."

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm an asshole so it makes sense that Im surrounded by assholes, right?"

Eddie shook his head, frown deepening slightly at her sarcastic tone. "But-"

"Look, I can handle it, alright? I deserve it."

Her words struck him harder than she thought they would. He didn't know what to think at that moment. Did she honestly believe what she was saying? She couldn't read his expression nor his body language at this moment; he was still glaring at her, but something told her she shouldn't take back what she'd said.

"After all the shit you lot have thrown at me over the years, I should want to agree with you. I don't ," he added, laughing dryly at her last comment. Maybe she wasn't perfect, but at least she was honest.

There was something about seeing her like that; so open and naïve. He suddenly felt like he was the most likely person to relate to her. She was as perfect as he was. That's why he was here, looking like an idiot in front of her as he picked the dildo up again to jokingly point out, "Hey, this about the same size as me," and relieve any tension that had grown. He wasn't sure if he succeeded or not in any of his missions, but she still cracked a smile despite herself.

"Bullshit."

"One hundred percent truth."

"I don't believe you."

"I'm not lying."

"Prove it."

Prove it? Prove it! He glanced cautiously down at his belt then back up to her eyes. Was it possible? Why would she even want him to do that? Even if he could prove it to her, what good would it do? How would it possibly help? They'd just had a nice tender moment and now she was telling him to get his cock out. There had to be an ulterior motive in the back of her head. Would she use this as blackmail if he ever accidentally spilled on everything they'd spoken about? Whatever, he needed time to ponder what was the worst outcome that would happen?

"Do you want to forget I ever said anything?"

"Shut up."

There wasn't enough time to ponder. And before he'd even realised he'd moved, his fingers had found the buckle of his belt and were working their magic. He didn't waste another second once he'd gotten his jeans undone, and pushed both his trousers and underwear down around his thighs. He watched intently as she examined him, her eyes wandering over every inch of him. He could almost feel her eyes burning a hole through his skin. She leaned over to retrieve the dildo and held it next to him, but he complained, "At least let me get a little bit harder before you start the comparison. That's not fair."

Okay. That was more fair. Fair enough that she slowly got to her knees in front of him, keeping her eyes glued to his the entire time. She ran a finger along the hardening shaft and smirked as it became evident that her touch alone had affected him so much that he was unable to hold back the moan that escaped his lips. He watched her blush at the sound he made as she shook her head, chuckling softly as he reached out and gently grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger so he could tilt her head back upwards, gazing intently into her eyes. He lowered his voice, allowing a few moments to pass as he brushed his thumb lightly across her bottom lip and said, "What's your boyfriend going to think of this?"

"This can be our little secret."

With his consent, she took his cock into her hand and guided it into her mouth, slowly moving to get used to the length of him. As soon as he started hitting her throat, she bobbed back and forth in rhythm, swallowing him whole and enjoying his groans of pleasure, relishing in how wet her mouth felt around him.

Pulling back to breathe for a second, she licked along his length and he moaned so loud, "Jesus Christ. That feels so good. Your boyfriend is so fucking stupid, you know that?"

At that moment, she remembered something that he'd done earlier. "I do know that." She paused and held the tip of his cock on her bottom lip as she seductively called him, "Daddy."

And that was it. She had hit that particular nerve of his. His eyes darkened as he jerked his hips forward and he swore aloud when he finally slid fully back into her mouth, groaning pornographically. It was as if a switch had flipped in his brain. His cock throbbed furiously in her mouth, pumping it rapidly faster and faster as her throat worked its wonders around him. He was lost to her touch. Lost to everything else. Just pure sensation. Pure pleasure.

His hand tightened against her head and he bit his lip, struggling to maintain his composure. His heart pounded painfully against his chest as he felt her tongue stroking at his length while sucking at him greedily. He was holding onto her for dear life, and thrust upward, gasping, trying desperately to push himself further inside her mouth and lose himself in the pleasure that she brought him.

"Oh fuck!" His one hand shot out and gripped the edge of the her desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his jaw was clenched, and his teeth were digging into his bottom lip until he tasted blood.

Then, she pulled away just as he was about to reach his peak. He stared at her in disbelief for several seconds, his chest rising and falling frantically. Everything seemed frozen in his mind as he gazed at her flushed face as she took the dildo and compared him to it. "I stand corrected. I apologise, Munson."

"Oh, it's Munson now you've had my cock down your throat?"

"Sorry. You did seem to prefer it when I called you daddy. Didn't you?" She coquetted as her hand began to move across his slick member. He grunted as his fist closed tightly around a stray lock of her hair, tugging gently with every movement of his hips.

Fuck, how the fuck did she do that? He felt like he was losing himself. He was losing control. This had never happened to him before. He was usually the one taking control, but she took it from him without even trying to. And he hated it.

"Stop teasing me."

"Whatever you say, daddy."

Jesus, she'd never been into the whole 'Daddy' thing, but fuck, maybe she was now. She'd only said it earlier to mess with him a bit and he'd responded way more enthusiastically than she'd imagined. But she didn't think twice about it. It was clear that he was growing increasingly impatient by the second, especially after seeing her reactions and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it immensely.

Her tongue flicked out to lick at him hungrily once more. Once he was firmly back into her mouth, he began thrusting into her mouth and she complied without hesitation, moaning his name around his cock. Using her hair, he bounced her up on him faster, her tongue dancing across his shaft and her hand came up to cup his balls, squeezing tightly. His head fell backwards as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his entire being going wild.

"Like it when daddy fucks your pretty mouth, huh, baby?" He rasped through gritted teeth, pulling sharply out of her throat then plunging straight back into her hot, moist mouth, his hands still firmly gripping her hair, refusing to let go. Her reply was utterly incoherent as she continued to suck greedily at him, her grip tightening on his balls. Eddie groaned loudly and his grip loosened as his hips bucked forward, releasing every bit of cum within the confines of her mouth with a loud, "Fuck, take it all. Take what you want from me."

His eyes flew open, breathing heavily as he stared at the ceiling above him. He was completely spent. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been that turned on by anyone. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this satisfied.

"Jesus fucking christ," he mumbled, running his palm over his face as he tried to regain some semblance of control over his mind. It had gone beyond lust at this point, he needed this. And he needed her to "Take your clothes off."

Fuck, he didn't need to tell her twice. Without a second thought, she swallowed as she stood, removed her sweatshirt from her shoulders and shimmied her jeans down to her ankles. She kicked them to the side carelessly as soon as she was free from them, exposing herself to his view.

"And the rest." His voice was dangerously low, making her breath catch.

"I thought you'd want to take it of me," she replied, biting back a sly smirk as she slowly shifted closer to him to whisper in his ear, "Don't you want to, daddy?"

"You're going to regret saying something like that, babe," he growled, whipping his shirt off, grasping her ass firmly and pulling her close to him. She landed against his chest with a thump and was a little taken back when he sweetly kissed her cheek, then his mouth made its way down her neck.

Each kiss became more and more needy, more desperate, as each one went on for longer than the previous one. Every fibre of his being ached for her touch and every little moan or whimper she made was causing him to caress every bit of bare skin he could.

"No marks," she breathed out, pushing him away slightly. "One rule."

"You got it. Can't have anyone knowing about us."

"Just us."

Just them.

Those simple words made his heart feel like it had just expanded tenfold or more because he never imagined that she would say them, nor would he ever imagine her saying it to him. In that instant, everything seemed different; better somehow. A little more tender, sweeter. More genuine. Like a promise or a vow between the two of them. One that meant more to him than anything he'd ever wanted or expected.

Tenderly, he tipped her chin up so she would be looking straight into his eyes as he admitted, "Seriously, Evan can go fuck himself. Jesus, this can't be a one time thing, Y/N. I need more of you," and captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss before she had tone to respond. He hooked his arms under her thighs as he deepened the kiss, feeling her wrap her arms around his neck and her hands tangle into his knotty hair, tugging and twisting, eliciting moans from her throat.

In no time, he'd laid her down against her pillows and was kissing down her body once again, licking and pecking in a frenzy of desire as he ran his hands over every curve, every dip and every inch she offered him willingly. When he eventually arrived back up at her breasts, she lifted herself so he could undo her bra, which he quickly undid with ease and tossed aside. Then he moved lower, taking her breast into his mouth as her fingers combed through his hair roughly and he sucked hard at her taut nipple, earning a whine from her.

"Such a pretty noise, baby," he murmured as he continued the assault on her breast, nipping at the sensitive skin and swirling his tongue around the swollen flesh. He heard her whimpering his name and felt her hands tugging on his hair as his hand moved into her panties, slipping past the barrier to stroke her wet slit. She was already slick and ready and he smirked, teasing her, "So wet already? I haven't even put in any effort yet. This pretty pussy has been neglected, hasn't it?"

A soft moan escaped her lips as he rubbed her clit in circles, sending jolts of arousal shooting through her body, making her writhe beneath him impatiently. He quickly removed the rings from his hand and chucked them on the floor.

"You have no idea," she chuckled, but the sound eventually died in her throat as it was overshadowed by a loud moan as he rather abruptly pistoned his finger into her. She grasped frantically at the bed sheet, attempting to refrain from wriggling away from him. She felt as though she was melting in his hands, and it only spurred him on.

Without warning, he slid another finger inside her and pumped furiously, relishing the sounds she made as she couldn't help but grasp onto his forearm and squeeze tightly. He knew he was driving her insane, but he also couldn't give a damn right now. She wanted him, and he was going to deliver. No matter what it took.

She arched upwards against him and he pressed his mouth hard against hers as his fingers increased their pace, pumping her repeatedly without mercy. All of her staggered whines were let out against his lips.

"Daddy!"

"Come on, baby. Give it to me."

He slammed two fingers deep into her, watching as she trembled beneath him, her eyes glazed as she cried out his name in pleasure. Her whole body tensed as her walls squeezed tight around his fingers as an orgasm consumed her body. He groaned softly, his head thrown back in pleasure at the sight of her shuddering underneath him.

"Fuck, Eddie. I'm-"

Interrupting what was going to be praise, Eddie decided that it wasn't over. No. He quickly manoeuvred himself between her thighs and lowered his face towards her core.

"Ed, you don't have to. I know some boys don't like it."

"Are you okay with spanking?"

"Do whatever you want to me, Eddie. I'll most likely be into it."

Eddie. Again.

"No. Not my name right now."

As punishment, he brought her onto her side as his hand slapped her across her ass, causing her to squeal in a weird sense of delight. He watched with satisfaction as she squirmed and writhed beneath him as he began playing with her clit again as he slowly pressed himself down onto the mattress and placed her knees over his shoulders.

"Evan ever eat you out?"

"Never."

"What a pussy."

After insulting her boyfriend, he held her gaze with a smile as he placed his mouth against her entrance, letting his tongue slip inside and swirl around her entrance for a few moments as if he was trying to taste every bit of her. He licked every inch he possibly could, feeling her muscles twitch beneath his fingertips as she struggled to remain quiet, her hips bucking against his face and urging him to continue. As his tongue worked against her, his hips jerked rhythmically, rubbing himself against the mattress as he moaned into her.

Her breath came faster and she gripped the sheets beside her as she panted. Her entire body was on fire, as if it had caught alight in flames. Every muscle burned in ecstasy, feeling raw and exposed at the same time.

"Oh fuck, Eddi- I mean...Daddy," she moaned in response to the sensation of his tongue swirling around the entrance to her slit and he smirked. God, he loved hearing her call him that. It felt so good in his ears and it made his cock throb painfully as she bucked against him in an attempt to get closer to the sensations coursing through her body, which only heightened his desire to give her exactly what she wanted.

"Nice save," he teased breathily as he continued to flick his tongue at her clit whilst keeping contact with her entrance, his fingers moving around inside of her, working her over until she was trembling uncontrollably. He used his free hand to hold her hips in place so she wouldn't wriggle away from him.

In a moment when he happened to look up at her face, he noticed that her head had rolled back and her lips slightly parted as she panted up at the ceiling. Her expression was dazed, her breathing laboured, and he found it impossible to believe how beautiful she looked when her whole body trembled with pleasure.

"Y/N, look at me." Her eyes widened as she stared into his chocolate brown ones, seeing nothing but pure adoration in his eyes that made her heart beat out of her chest. He reared back for a minute to command, "Watch what Daddy is doing to your cheating pussy, baby."

At those words, she nodded and proceeded to follow his gaze down to the way his fingers were curling inside her pussy. She gasped loudly and bit her lip, beginning to move her hips to fuck herself deeper onto his digits in an attempt to make herself come. He smiled devilishly at how truly fucked out and desperate she'd become, his own hips rutting faster into the duvet.

"That's right, baby."

"Daddy, please," she begged hoarsely as he kept thrusting into her. His movements were erratic and rough as he tried desperately to make himself as close to coming as he possibly could. Which wasn't that far away as he'd moved his mouth back on her clit, sucking hard as he finger fucking her into oblivion. He was completely oblivious to any other thought in his mind but her. He didn't care about anyone else.

Not about work. Not about school. Not about Evan. Not about anything else. Because all that mattered to him right then was getting her as close to ecstasy as possible, because she deserved it.

"Be a good girl and come on my face."

She responded by arching her back in response, gripping fistfuls of his hair as she reached her peak, letting out a low, guttural cry. Her orgasm washing over her in waves. He continued pounding into her, loving the feel of her juices flowing into him, soaking his fingers, filling his mouth, and coating her inner thighs.

Eddie quickly got to his knees and took his cock in his hand, pumping three times before placing the tip against her clit and cumming all over her pussy. He let himself take a moment to catch his breath before he collected some of his excitement and pushed it into her entrance, causing her to grab onto his wrist.

"No. Not again. Just fuck me."

"Let me get hard again first."

Both of their voices sounded slightly strained, neither having expected the amount of pleasure they experienced as they lay there catching their breaths. He slowly pulled out of her, licking his fingers clean and flopped on the pillows beside her. She had never been this turned on before. Never. Ever. Not in her wildest dreams.

And yet here she lay with Eddie in her arms. With his chest rising and falling rapidly beside her, his breath mixing with her own, his fingers still intertwined with hers. "Should've guessed that the freak was freaky," she teased him jokingly after a few minutes of silence.

"And I should've known that you are such a fucking tease," Eddie responded, tightening his grasp around her hand in mock irritation. After a while though, he sighed out a small smile and spoke. "I am not kidding though, Y/N. You really are so fucking sexy."

He lifted himself off of her and propped himself up on one elbow above her so he could look down on her flushed, happy, and satisfied face.

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Jesus fucking christ."

Playfully, she giggled and rolled her eyes, resting her hand softly against his slick cheek, her fingers running along his stubble. She loved the feel of his rough stubble against her skin, which sent an involuntary shiver running through her spine.

The way he was gazing down upon her with a soft expression plastered on his face almost made her forget how utterly ruined she would be if anyone found out about this. She would probably never recover from it, especially since her parents would most definitely find out about it eventually. Associating with those from the trailer park was not Carver behaviour.

Hell, how was she going to be prom queen with Eddie fucking Munson on her arm?

A slow smile spread across Eddie's lips as she gazed into his deep, chocolate coloured eyes, his thumb stroking her cheek gently, lovingly. His eyes were soft when looking at her, warm and affectionate, which made her heart skip a beat at how cute he looked. And when the corners of his lips curved upwards, revealing two dimples which she adored so much, it only added to the picture.

God, what a fucking idiot she'd turned out to be. This was stupid. So stupid. But, for him? She do it.

Reaching the back of his neck, she pulled him closer for a kiss that was rudely interrupted when their lips were ghosting against each other, mere millimetres apart. The front door, how she wished it had never gone off.

"I'll be right back."

"Y/N...you might want to put your clothes back on to answer the door."

Her footsteps halted and she returned to retrieve her clothes, pulling them on quickly.

"Oh, yeah. My mind is still a bit fucked out..." Before she left the room, she called back, "Thanks for that, by the way."

Dressed, yet still a little flushed, Y/N made it to her front door and opened it to find her boyfriend on the other side. Shit. He wasn't supposed to be here. Oh fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck.

"I know you said not to over the phone, but I'm here."

"Why?"

Without consideration, pushed past her to enter her house, his shoes making loud noises as they struck against the floorboards. He walked towards her kitchen and got a drink from her fridge. She followed behind him, her heart beating a mile a minute as she watched him retrieve a coke. Once he sat down, he raised the can to his lips, drank its contents, before placing the cup down in front of him.

"I was hungry and my mom is out."

"I'm not making you something to fucking eat." She folded her arms across her chest defensively and glared at him as he continued to drink from his soda. "Couldn't Stephanie do it for you? Or Penny? Or Tilly? Huh?"

Evan's eyes narrowed and he placed a forefinger under her chin to tilt her head up. "Calm the fuck down. Don't start this shit now." She rolled her eyes but remained silent, yet she did clench her fists. "You're acting like a total child."

"Okay, Evan. Do whatever you want. Raid my kitchen and then leave," she let out defeatedly, leaving him be to make her way upstairs. She managed to keep her footsteps even and calm until she reached the top step, then she hurried to her room.

During the brief amount of time that they'd been apart, Eddie had retrieved his underwear and pulled them on as he surveyed her bookshelf in more detail. In his haste he hadn't really taken the time to observe it, and the sight of them there caused him to smile softly.

"Nice choice. Neuromancer. Never would've guessed a cheerleader to read that." A light chuckle escaped his lips as his hands traced the spine of the book and looked up at her, immediately seeing how she no longer looked amusement about what was going on.

Truthfully, it seemed as if her mask was back up.

"Evan is here. Either jump or hide."

"Shit."

After scrambling his clothes on, he looked out of her window at the distance he'd have to fall if he jumped. He exhaled heavily. "I guess jumping it is," he joked, moving towards her and grabbing a handful of her shirt to pull her into a goodbye kiss. It was short, but meaningful nevertheless.

"See you on Monday, Eddie."

As soon as she finished speaking, he jumped out of her bedroom window and landed clumsily on one of her mother's bed of flowers which littered the ground below it. Without hesitation, he sprinted for the gate of the fence surrounding her backyard and scaled it easily before making his way across the street without being seen, disappearing into his van and back to his trailer in no time.

Evan was none the wiser.

School on Monday went swimmingly. The pair hadn't got many classes together so there was no chance at anyone suspecting anything. Yet, if someone was paying really close attention, there was a moment when Eddie happened to be walking behind Y/N and Evan. He couldn't help it. He stared laser beams into the back of her boyfriend's head like it was going to do anything and scoffed when Evan let his hand rest on Y/N's hip as they walked.

When she felt eyes on her back, Y/N turned her body slightly towards Eddie and met his eye for a split second. A small smile played on her on her lips as she whispered something to Evan, who nodded and removed his hand from her.

Whatever the case, at fourth period they had biology. Y/N tried her absolute hardest not to look in Eddie's direction, to act normal, act like nothing special was going on between them, but she was nudged by the girl next to her.

"I think you've got an admirer."

It took a second for Y/N to realise what she was talking about, but when she did, her eyes instantly shot over to where she knew Eddie sat. Sure enough, he was gazing at her. He even mouthed what looked like "Osmond's shitter."

Mrs Osmond's classroom was opposite the staff toilets - a collection of bathrooms that tended to go unused by everyone but stoners. So, she assumed that was a meeting place for them.

After class, she slipped away from her friends and was yanked into one of the bathrooms before she knew what was happening. By the time she managed to catch her bearings, she realised that she was being attacked. She found herself pinned against the wall opposite the bathroom door, a pair of lips pressed against hers in an instant. For a second, she froze in shock. Then, she kissed him back, letting her hands wander freely around his neck, her long fingers tangling themselves in the strands of dark hair.

"Real romantic place you picked, Ed."

Eddie smirked against her mouth, nipping at her lower lip with his teeth and leaving her craving for more. He pulled back reluctantly, leaning against the wall with his forearms braced above Y/N's head, giving himself enough space to see her looking up at him with her big doe eyes.

"Well, I figured the best place for us would be somewhere private, away from prying eyes." He trailed light kisses along her jawline, stopping near her ear as he breathed out,, his voice low and raspy with desire, "And I could wait any longer."

She couldn't help but shiver at his words. It was only when his hands wandered down to her waistband that she snapped out of her daze. "We are going to get caught," she said, attempting to sound stern despite her heart thudding in her throat and her cheeks reddening.

"We won't if you keep quiet." He moved his hips to grind harder against hers, causing her to gasp. She felt heat pooling between her thighs as she felt his arousal growing inside of her jeans. She wanted to cry out his name, to beg for more, but instead swallowed thickly. Seeing her apprehension, he moved away and cooed, "We don't have to if you don't want to. Please don't feel obliged to, you're not at all. Just slap me away, okay?"

Forgetting her worries, she lifted her hands and placed them on his shoulder, pulling him back towards her, keeping him flush against her chest. "You locked the door, right, daddy?"

He hadn't. He'd been too focused on kissing her as she arrived to do it, so it was a good thing he double checked. It was just the adrenaline rush getting the better of him at that moment, that's all.

Assured that there was a locked door in between them and their schoolmates, Y/N grabbed onto both sides of his shirt tightly and pressed her forehead against his as his hands slid underneath the material of her cheerleaders uniform and ran them down her sides to cup her ass firmly.

"Fuck, baby. I can't stop thinking about you. And I mean that literally. Every. Single. Thought." He leaned forward again, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. She moaned softly, opening her mouth for his tongue and allowing him to slip past her defences and into her mouth, his hand making its way back to her waistband and into her underwear.

Just as he had predicted, she was already wet, aching, longing for him. She opened her legs wider and gripped his shoulders tighter as her hands travelled higher up, to tangle in his hair for stability as he began slowly sliding his middle finger inside of her.

His touch sent a flood of euphoria through her, and she released a deep sigh, her head falling back against the cold brick wall. She closed her eyes in pleasure as her muscles tensed up automatically and involuntarily.

Once she was substantially prepped, he undid his belt and tugged his jeans down a few inches so that they were bunched around his knees as she flipped her skirt up and joked, "You're lucky I haven't put my spankies on yet."

"I don't know what the fuck that is, but I like the sound of it."

"It's like underwear that cheerleaders have to wear over their actual... you know what, just put your cock in me."

Turning her so she was facing the wall, he moved her panties out of the way and let some drool drip onto his cock before he eased into her with ease. Her back arched upwards at the pressure on her entrance, and she felt her eyes start to slide closed as she let her head drop to the wall once again. She bit down on her bottom lip hard in an attempt to suppress any sort of reaction, trying her damnedest not to make a single noise.

"Holy fuck, you're so tight. I see why your boyfriend cums prematurely now," he cursed quietly at her tightness. He kept kissing the curve of her jaw while he fucked her, and she groaned softly. She never imagined it would happen, especially in the school bathrooms where anyone could be listening in, but it was happening. This was definitely happening though.

And there was no stopping it now they'd begun.

Laughing at that comment, she opened her eyes and looked back at Eddie, giving him a crooked grin that dropped as her jaw did when he found the right angle, hitting her spot with sort of a methodical accuracy. Her whole body trembled and shook as she gasped, trying in vain to fight back the moans of ecstasy.

"You take cock so well, don't you? I can tell that you really enjoy this, you cheating slut."

It took her a few seconds to collect herself, but when she managed to regain control of her thoughts, she looked back at him again, smiling at the sight of him getting so riled up. "I've had dildo practice, you see," Y/N retorted playfully, rolling her hips back onto him. As he continued to pound into her mercilessly, his hand found hers and he yanked them behind her back as slammed himself harder and harder into her. "Practise for you, daddy."

"Fuuuck."

"Be quiet, we don't want to get caught like this."

"Sorry, but when you say shit like that? I can't help it." He buried his face in the crook of her neck in an effort to contain himself, breathing heavily, and moaning her name repeatedly into the the skin of her neck.

But then, he happened to remember something and knew it would make this situation ten times hotter. He had to. So, he shifted them in front of the sink and placed his hand on her jaw and lifted it to look in his eyes in the mirror. Her hands immediately clutched onto the porcelain and watched with half lidded eyes as he grabbed her hips with such intensity and bounced her on his cock.

"Like the view, baby?" He asked huskily, grinning widely. His grip tightened on her hips as he continued to rock her body against his, making it increasingly difficult for her to stay composed. "Like watching daddy pound this slutty pussy of yours?"

"Oh God," she whimpered under her breath, her legs shaking as she held on to the counter top with both hands for support. She tried desperately not to react or moan at his words as her mind spun with lust. Her head attempted to roll back on his shoulder but his hand was firm on her jaw, forcing her gaze to stay fixed on his own.

"Good girl," he praised lowly, causing her to bite her lip as she fought back another moan and a whimper escaped her lips. She felt his thumb brush the corner of her lips gently as he smiled, enjoying the way she was looking at him. He liked seeing her eyes go wide and her mouth hanging open slightly as she came undone before his very eyes.

Yet, she had been relatively good at being quiet so he had no idea he needed to put a hand on her mouth until it was already there. Even in his fucked out haze, he'd been quick enough to think about doing it only seconds after he heard the first note of her moan.

Eddie continued to thrust himself into her relentlessly, keeping her trapped beneath him and refusing to stop until he came too. His release came quickly due to the sounds of her mewling into his hand as he asked, "Want Daddy to come inside of your pretty little cunt?"

"Please, Daddy. Come inside me," she whined as the last syllable slipped out of her mouth and he obliged, pumping himself furiously for a brief second before releasing his load into her. They stayed there for several moments afterwards afterwards, simply breathing heavily and listening to each other's panting breaths before eventually letting go of one another's bodies.

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his free hand, smiling triumphantly as he pulled out of her and, once again, pushed some of his slick back into her in a possessive manner and postioned her panties back normally. "Who'd imagine that the head cheerleader is going to be strutting around the halls with Eddie Munson's come deep inside her."

"You'd imagine that."

"Don't have to imagine it, baby."

Finally with most of her bearings back, Y/N turned to wrap her arms around his shoulders and pulled his body closer to hers as she nuzzled her nose into the side of his neck, inhaling the scent of his body wash and presumably all the weed he'd smoked up to this point, feeling content in his arms. As she did this, he wrapped his arm round her torso and kissed the crown of her head. "Now I bet we've missed a lot of sixth period if I had to guess."

She hummed thoughtfully, lifting her head from his shoulder. "Hmm, true..." Her finger twirled one of his curls. "Might as well skip the rest of it, don't you think?"

"What shall we do instead, Ms Carver?" He replied, inching his lips closer and closer to hers. She grinned wickedly before closing the distance between them and smashing her lips onto his, kissing him roughly and passionately, and he responded accordingly, moving his hand across the small of her back to hold her close to him, pulling her tightly against him.

Mrs Osmond's shitter became the meeting spot for the pair at school because, truly, nobody used it. It was always empty and secluded and secret. Whilst it wasn't the most romantic of spots, it was what they needed. A quick get away to see each other during school time to interact any way they wanted to, innocently or not so innocently.

Weeks went by of much the same. Sneaking around at school. Sneaking around at home. Just general sneakery. Yet, as time went on, it became apparent for the both of them that it had turned from lust into something more.

Y/N only came to realise this as she had phoned Eddie to come over as her brother and parents were out and that left her home alone. Her second boyfriend arrived at the door and they didn't fuck.

"I got some popcorn and I rented those Star Wars movies you speak about all the time. Want to watch it?"

"Yeah. Of course," he said happily, taking off his jacket and plopped down on the sofa beside her, setting the bowl of popcorn between them. His arm instinctively wrapped around her shoulders a tugged her closer, and she rested her head on his chest as the movie started playing on the screen.

"Hey," he whispered quietly after a few minutes, his fingers tracing random patterns on her back. "Scruffball misses you. I'm sure of it."

"I miss him too. Sorry I haven't been round, my father was very high strung this week and I didn't want to add anything to it," she apologised in a small, sad voice.

Being together made Eddie realised that her parents weren't...Great. Despite the money and the fancy house and all that shit, they were as bad as his parents. Y/N's mother was not only a cheat but completely concerned with the family name and preservation. Mr Carver, on the other hand, was barely present and when he was, he was an ego maniac. Nothing was too big for him to deal with, even if it meant overlooking his realationships with his friends and family. He could and would start a cult if he was asked.

Such traits had been passed down to their children, so it seemed.

Eddie nodded at her answer, leaning his chin on top of her head. She closed her eyes as the tension left her body and she started to relax into his embrace completely. He lovingly kissed her hair as his hand ran up and down her back rhythmically. They lay like that for a while, the only sound being their breathing and the movie coming from the television.

"Gross. They're siblings?" she exclaimed as she sat up straight, turning her head towards Eddie for confirmation.

"Babe, you're about a year late with that revelation."

"Sorry I'm not a big nerd like you. I was busy having friends," she teased. He leaned forward suddenly and stole her attention as he brought his face closer to hers and kissed her softly, his tongue dancing with hers playfully as they kissed each other senseless like they usually did when they were alone.

Once their tongues parted and he took a moment to catch his breath, he stared at her with soft eyes full of love. There was no doubt in his mind whatsoever that he loved her. Maybe even loved her so much that he couldn't bear to live without her for one second longer than he needed to. He looked down at her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world and her eyes reflected the exact same feelings back at him.

He leaned forward once again and pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then another one to her temple before leaning backwards again, bringing his hand to the back of her head and gently rubbing her scalp.

For some reason, it calmed her, just as he always seemed to calm her. It didn't seem strange to be around him, not now as he was rapidly becoming the only person who made her feel safe and happy. She sighed deeply, gazing at his chocolate brown eyes as he watched the movie intently. She never knew she could still smile this much.

She had never been happier in her life. It amazed her how things turned out this way. How simple it had become to look beyond the surface and just be herself. Eddie had shown her that no matter what, she was loved. That she could be loved. That she should be loved. He was everything she had ever needed. He cared about her so much. He treated her right.

"Eddie?" she whispered, her eyes shining brightly at him through her eyelashes. He immediately stopped watching the movie and turned to look at her.

"Hmmm?"

Take a deep breath and go for it.

"I love you."

A grin broke out across his handsome features as he leaned over to plant kisses on her forehead and cheeks. "I love you too, Y/N." He paused, waiting a minute or two before speaking again as he continued to caress her face and hair. "You know I don't have the money to give you the world, but I'll try."

Her breath hitched in her throat as tears began to form in her eyes. "Oh baby," she whimpered, unable to take his words seriously as she reached up and placed her hands on his cheeks. Her gaze flickered across his face, taking in every detail of him, trying to commit each line of his face into memory.

This boy was more precious to her than gold; more valuable than diamonds. More precious to her than her mothers pearls. She would sacrifice everything she owned to have him beside her forever.

A few weeks later, Jason had given up on the party he intended to be at that night and soberly drove home. Y/N had mentioned that she was spending time with Evan, which he didn't quite believe since he was pretty sure he saw his sister's boyfriend at the same party. It was full of members from the basketball team, and the captain definitely made an appearance.

That's why he was surprised when he opened the front door and found his sister in the lap on Eddie Munson. The freak's hands were all over her and his mouth was firmly attached to her neck, sucking on the soft skin there repeatedly while she moaned in pleasure. Jason had to suppress the urge to throw up.

"What the fuck?" he yelled angrily, glaring at the scene in front of him. His sister's eyes widened when she spotted her younger brother at the door, pushing Eddie to swiftly break away from her neck. "The freak? Really, Y/N?"

"Don't call him that!"

"Everyone else does!"

Y/N got to her feet and glared daggers at her brother. "How dare you?!"

"How dare me? How dare you! You're just like mom!"

It was the last straw, the thing that broke the dam. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her face and she quickly wiped them away angrily. He was right. She was a big ol' cheater.

Eddie was straight to his feet to hold her as soon as he saw her tears falling down her face. "I'm sorry, babe," he muttered against the side of her head, kissing it gently.

"Stop touching her like that."

"Jason-"

"Leave her alone!"

At Jason's request, Eddie pulled back with his hands up in surrender. Anger and disappointment filled his Jason's as he watched his sister cry and reach towards the school freak. What the hell is wrong with her, he thought to himself. Why does she keep letting this guy touch her like that? Like she's some kind of whore.

As he stared at his older sister, he felt an uncomfortable knot build up inside of him. It wasn't his business, really, but he couldn't help but find the situation to be distasteful. Eddie, however, remained silent and simply stared as Jason stormed past them. Once the front door slammed shut behind him, he let out a sigh.

"Give him twenty minutes and the whole basketball team will know," she pointed out, sniffing and wiping her face with the sleeve of her tshirt.

They fell into silence, both lost in their own thoughts as Y/N cried into Eddie's shirt. Eddie was thinking about the fact that he had never seen Y/N cry before. Sure, she had always seemed upset whenever she let slip something about her home life, but she never cried. Ever. If anything was happening around her, she hid it well and laughed it off like nothing ever happened. But this time... This time, she clearly hadn't been able to do the latter.

"Are you okay?" he asked her hesitantly, looking down at the girl resting her head in the crook of his arm. She looked up at him with a watery smile.

"Can we go and see Scruffball?"

With that, he nodded his head and led her by the hand to his van where he very swiftly made it back to his trailer, surely bypassing many road safety laws on the way like usual. They got out of the van moments later and Scruffball came running to her feet, excited to see her. She scooped him into her arms as he licked her nose.

All seemed fine when she was with Eddie and his (but also not his) dog. She sat on the ground and ruffled the dog's fur as Eddie watched with a fond smile on his face. She glanced over at Eddie who was still smiling at her before looking back at Scruffball. Maybe everything could be alright after all. Maybe life at the trailer park would be fine.

Evan did find out that night. Once he searched her home and she wasn't there, he knew where to go next. The trailer park had never been a hot spot for the popular people before. Ultimately, Y/N was given a decision.

It was between Evan and his cheating, but the promise of prom queen and a chance to stay head cheerleader vs Eddie and his love, doomed to spend the rest of her school career as a social outcast and, ultimately, become a disappointment to her family.

Was love worth that much?

Apparently not, as when Evan came a-knocking, Y/N left with him.

"What the hell, Y/N?" Eddie yelled after her, standing outside the door as she went out of sight. "Where are you going?!"

But she ignored him as he called out to her once again, begging, pleading, pleading to come back. He sank down onto the doorstep as he stared down at the ground, knowing there was no point anymore in getting up from there. It was pointless to try anyway.

Once a Carver, always a Carver.

Frankly, Y/N had never felt so shitty before. She thought it couldn't get worse, then she saw Eddie at the Hellfire table at lunch on the following Monday. He wasn't even talking to anyone. And, worst of all, he kept staring at her with those same sad eyes that had once been filled with such love.

Noticing where she was looking, Evan. roughly grasped her chin and shifted her head away from her freak in the corner.

"Don't fucking look at him." She tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip around her jaw and squeezed until it hurt. "Not in front of everyone."

He released her face after a moment and, you know what, fuck this! She got to her feet and slapped Evan across the face with a sharp "That's for the fact that it takes you a less fucking minute to come." Then she backhanded him. "And that's for coming in every single cheerleader on the team."

With that she began to walk away, only to realise she forgot her bag and had to return to get it so she played it off as if she needed to clarify, "All of them apart from Chrissy! She's actually lovely and if I were to pick a successor, it would be her." It seemed as if the whole cafeteria was watching her every move as she strutted towards the Hellfire table.

Eddie was stood as he was just about to put his tray away when he felt a delicate tap on his shoulder. Upon turning around, his eyes widened in shock when he noticed Y/N standing in front of him. Before he could ask anything, she stood on her tippy toes to plant one straight on his lips. It caught him completely off guard, causing him to blink twice before wrapping his arms securely around her waist and deepening the kiss.

As they kissed, several students around them whistled, hooting and hollering as they watched them. No one expected this pairing, like, ever. And yet here they were.

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispered softly against his lips as she reluctantly tore herself away from him. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Mad?" Eddie echoed as he reached forward and cupped her cheek in his large palm. "I could never be mad at you."

"Can I sit with you guys at lunch? I don't think I have any friends anymore."

"Sure, babe. Come on."

She smiled and happily sat with her only boyfriend at the Hellfire table, where all his friends seemed to be stunned that a cheerleader spoke to Eddie, let alone, dated him. As they all started chatting and catching up, Y/N turned to look at him, a smile on her face that was more real than the others he'd ever seen her wear in public.

Turns out that the Hellfire club was actually filled with cool, easy going individuals. Who would've guessed?

After listening to her new friends talk, Y/N got closer to her boyfriend to kiss him in the cheek and whisper, "Love you, freak." She paused before adding. "Sorry, I know you prefer Daddy, don't you?"

Answering her taunt by squidging his fingers into her hips, playfully pulling her towards him, Eddie smirked and couldn't help but kiss her hairline over and over again, getting a rush from the fact that, yes, he could do it in public now.

In the end, the fact that she was a Carver didn't come up much more during their relationship. Mostly because at the very moment Eddie had enough money to, she wouldn't be a Carver anymore. She'd be a Munson. And a happy Munson at that.

#eddie munson & reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #cheerleader reader

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I cannot believe I have to ask this of people (nobody here that I know of, otherwise you'd be contacted personally, but I've seen enough). Please don't trivialize this war by bringing fandom attitudes into them.

This is serious. I can speak for the Jewish Israeli side of things, that the foundations of everything everyone here ever believed are being tested in a degree unseen in our country's entire existence. I cannot tell you what I believe and what I don't anymore - this is existential to degrees I cannot compare to any event other than 9/11 and many of you are too young to remember that. Life as we knew it doesn't exist anymore. I will not pretend to speak for the Palestinian people because I'm not Palestinian, but I know them to be facing horrors beyond most people's understanding, particularly in Gaza.

This is no joke, and no talking point. This is an ongoing conflict that radically challenges the status quo for every involved side; too many of the chips have yet to fall, and personally I don't believe anything I'm told beyond the barest irrefutable facts. Misinformation and propaganda are rampant on both sides, and that's an insult to the truth and each and every victim. It gets worse when people with zero stakes in the matter get involved and turn our suffering into yet another point of debate to virtue-signal and boost their ego and pretend they're better than the person they're talking to.

I've had to see people with my own two eyes treat this as a shipping war or as another partisan issue to fight with your uncle over on Christmas dinner. Attempts to "pick" aside or to "help me convince [relative]" or "how can I rebuke [point]?", basically twisting reality into knots to make it fit your Western little heads.

Major yikes. It's bizarre and invasive and borderline appropriative, to think of our issues on your terms, and try to shape cherry-pick these narratives to suit your set of morals. These are Middle Eastern peoples (check Israeli demographics and my Ashkie DNA if you think I'm pulling that out of my ass) with our own cultures and sets of beliefs, and a conflict with an incredibly unique history and reason to be.

(For example, something I wish people understood is how diametrically opposed the notions of pikuach nefesh and jihad are. Pikuach Nefesh is Judaism's most important tenet - human life comes before everything and anything and it is our duty to do whatever it takes to save a life. Jihad is, as explained to me by several Muslim people, is a pillar of Islam and encompasses the idea of martyrdom, or basically that there are things worth dying for, and things one must die for. These principles factor on how both sides deal with warfare and it's a fascinating thing to talk about - but you'd never know if you only care about this war to boost your ego).

So what I'm about to say below goes tenfold if you're from the wealthy Anglosphere or the seat of a former European empire, because the state of the Middle East is your leadership's fault and you, yes you, have been doing absolutely nothing to hold your elected officials accountable. You also benefit directly from the instability in the region your countries caused (by keeping us powerless, yours are more powerful) and you have the privilege to sleep safe and sound and know war never will come to you. So here it goes:

Bringing selfish and trivial attitudes into a very real issue that affects real people that isn't you is a complete moral wrong. If you don't have a direct stake in the issue (ie. Israeli, Palestinian, or descendent of either) and have the absolute privilege of not having experienced war yourself (ie. lived in an active war zone for real personally in unequivocal terms) please take several steps back and a goddamn seat. This is not about you, your need to virtue-signal, and your feelings.

#“but we know each other” so long as you don't want me dead we're good at this point my bar is that low #“but i'm jewish/muslim/arab” yeah so is ben shapiro and he's full of bad takes #i also have a few choice words about how the muslim/arab world treats palestinians so don't get me started #honestly i've even heard 200IQ takes from israelis that make me bang my head against a wall #“the iron dome shouldn't exist and the world would see how bad it gets here if more people die” uuuuhhhhhhhh #the shit i've had to deal with honestly....

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i would like to know about the ocs 🫴🏽

bless you

ok I have way more than just these but these are the current standouts, maybe I’ll do a part 2 tomorrow bc i cant stop talking about my silly little guys

Emmett & Marasmus: Newest oc for dnd, pact of the undead warlock. Emmett was just living his life til he ate the wrong mushroom for dinner and it revealed itself to be a god named Marasmus that wants people to praise it, so it took over poor Emmett’s body and puppeted him around, turning his hometown into a cult. Emmett broke out of his stupor and escaped after nearly feeding a spore to his brother and he’s been running ever since, his body slowly being eaten by the monster that inhabits him. Also they bicker constantly, real Beacon and Duck Newton vibes.

Emmett is truly just some guy who doesn’t deserve to have this wannabe god parasite stuck to him but that’s how these things go. He’s so sweet and ofc he loves his family bc I’m predictable and make that a trait for nearly all my ocs. I tend to avoid family drama or at least do it in a different way than most people, in that I prefer my characters to be striving to get back home or avoiding going home because they feel they don’t deserve to be a part of their family anymore, but always always always they are loved despite everything bad they’ve done/think they’ve done. I really hope the game goes long enough to see Emmett get to hug his brother again and forgive his mom for not being able to help him, he’s the only one of my ocs who’s been wronged by his family and even then its neither of their fault. God he needs a hug so bad

Salem & Erin: god this guy is so fun. Salem is a skellington who started as a rich brat that got peer pressured into a ritual that makes you immortal, 40 years later he had a heart attack, died for a second, and then started rotting alive. He spent decades alone in his big mansion haunting his own halls, bored out of his skull. Occasionally people would come thru, be terrified by him or try to kill him, but largely he was just left there. It took him years to work up the courage to enter his son’s room and reminisce about him; he was married a long time ago, but as soon as he floated the idea of having his spouse and child go through the ritual too they up and left him.

Eventually a realtor, Erin, comes to the house to sell it, and she’s the only person who isn’t scared of him. It’s the first conversation Salems had in years and they become friends, her daughter Olivia makes clothes for Salem to disguise his form and help him gain the courage to leave the house more and more. Salem lets more people into the house, especially artists he really loves art, and eventually lets people live there while he moves in with Erin and Olivia once he feels safe enough to live among people again.

Originally Erin and Salem were supposed to just be friends but ofc I started shipping them and ughhh they make me insane. They’re both divorcees and have talked at length about how they’ll never make that mistake again, but Salems been in love with Erin since the beginning. And he’s the least subtle person on the planet so ofc everyone knows, including Erin and she’s just patiently waiting for the day when Salem admits how they feel, however long it takes. I made Salem for dnd and his quest is basically to find a way to undo his immortality, but tbh every time he joins a campaign it dies soon after so I think I want to try making a comic or a series of vignettes or something for him anyway, especially since I’ve had a lot of time to think about plot hooks and stuff.

this is the only fic i have them but i really love it please clap

Tillian & Somlen: The OCs of All Time. I literally have a tattoo representing them, they mean so goddamn much to me its hard to put into words like they changed me as a person. Somlen isn’t my oc, he belongs to my dm, but the two are so tied together and influenced each other so much it all kinda blends together.

Tillian is a haunted one bard who grew up in the town of Winslow, a little prairie town that had something Wrong in the well that caused all the sounds to warp. The crops whispered, the blueberries gossiped, her mom echoed, her dad sang, her brother spoke backwards, and when Tillian herself spoke everyone would hear something different (I had a d100 list for what they would hear). After someone disappeared while doing recon inside the well, the town boarded it up and went their separate ways. When Tillian’s family went to stay with her aunt, she said hello to her cousin and instantly killed him with her voice.

She went to bard college to help get her voice back, and as the game started she was simply looking for answers to why this happened and what caused it. She meets with the group, starts adventuring, and one fight goes so bad she gets fully 3 failed death saves killed. Something picks her out of the river of death and brings her back to life, and that’s when she buys a haunted doll, a homebrew item from TAZ that takes that final death onto itself.

As the adventurers leave town, she feels her bag moving on to find oh fuck the doll is alive and its an asshole. The doll says his name is Somlen and he was cursed after he slept with the wrong person. Tillian HATES this guy at first but ah fuck, if she dies he’s going to die in her place so she has to be more careful. And as she talks to him more, she starts to warm up to him. He cheated on his girlfriend and he’s the perfect picture of the horny bard trope, but he wants to do better and become a better person.

Things happen, yadda yadda, Tillian finds out the location of the hag that cursed him and they kill her, taking the curse away but Somlen is still stuck in the doll body, they need powerful magic to get him polymorphed back to human. The group decides to go to a city but, as a lark, one of the npcs decides to try her luck to change him back and she rolls a goddamn nat 20. Somlen is human again and oh god he’s in his birthday suit. While Tillian is in total shock, the group gets him clothed, Somlen jokes around and plays it cool up until he gets back to Tillian, who just. Wordlessly takes her signature scarf, the one her dad knit for her, and wraps it around him and hugs him. And it hits them both like, they did it, he’s safe, and Somlen would do anything for her and vice versa.

They go into the city where they get a clue to visit the outskirts where Tillian’s aunts house is, except its old, like really really old, all that’s left is a hole down into the basement. And when they get in, Tillian can feel something trying to communicate with her, and she learns this place is over 2000 years old and so is she. That night, when she sleeps, she wakes up inside the well surrounded by hundreds of faces and she knows every single one of them. The thing that lives in the well tells her to bring her friends back for it, and that’s when it hits her: This thing, the Uvuuduam, has been sending her out every hundred years to go collect a group of adventurers and bring them back to feed them to this monster. It controlled her into tracking down every villager of Winslow and throwing them down into the well, including her mom and dad and brother. She is as much the thing haunting her home as this awful creature is.

She wakes up, silently collects her things, and leaves everyone behind to spare them. They catch up, ofc, but she is desperate to spare them from this fate. She offers them a anti-scrying necklace so they can leave her and be untrackable, but no one agrees to take it, they’re all in it to save her much as she begs them not to. She is absolutely broken by this revelation, but the group and especially Somlen are there to hold her together.

They send some time leveling up and preparing to go to her town, and finally the day comes when they arrive. They go into the well and face the Uvuuduam, it’s a tough fight (we had a irl sleepover to play it all the way thru), but they do it and she severs this horrible things neck as she screams, her voice finally returning to her after all these years. Everyone in the well wakes up, she reunites with her family, and (this part always makes me cry) when she sleeps that night, it’s the first restful sleep she’s had in 2000 years. She and Somlen stay behind in Winslow, finally home.

Like. They are truly everything to me. They are foils in so many ways but it just makes them stronger. Tillian is an aromantic bard, helping me realize I myself am aro, and it always gets to me that she loved so fiercely and so much and it was used as a weapon against her, that the monster knew it could depend on her to make connections strong enough to make people willing to do anything for her and therefore bring back its food. She loves too much for her own good, but she’s safe now, she’s with her family and the people she loves and god forbid anything try to take advantage of her ever again.

Also these two are just funny. Two halves of a whole idiot. Tillian is a neurotic mess at all times, Somlen is full of himself, they’re life partners and also an inseparable comedy duo. They’ve seen each other at their very worst and choose each other without hesitation over and over. They’ve both had their free will ripped from them thru curses and manipulation and they vow to break the hold others have on them, they would tear the world in half if the other asked. And just. Tillian wants nothing more than to return home while Somlen runs as far away from his past as possible, but he finds a home in her and he helps her win back hers. They love each other and they are best friends forever :’) also I’ve written so many fics about them and I still have so many more I want to write lmao

#tillian and somlen #emmett #salem #i could talk about tillian and somlen for ten thousand years and i will #ocs

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peacerisendove · 9 months

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Big Ethel Energy S2 Episode 25 and 26

The best thing this comic has done so far is focus on Veronica and her blooming love life because I love to see it. It's interesting , it gets away from our annoying protagonist, it gives this comic life that doesn't seem insular.

And honestly that's what you want in a comic that is about life! You want to see the surrounding environment and what's going on because when the focus is solely on your protagonist and their problems it does get tedious especially when that protagonist appears self centered, never recognizes their own faults/wrongs, and bad mouths the people around her amongst other things.

For once something that feels extraneous and separate to Ethel and her main character life! And that is a good thing as I've mentioned!

I love something that has absolutely nothing to do with her. Ronnie is out living her life and getting interested in another man. It's very cute and wholesome how she's very into this guy without him even realizing. They're very different and it's super cute. Especially with how she genuinely wants to learn more about being more eco-friendly and not wasting.

I feel like these bit are trying to maker Veronica come off as rude, but I don't see it that way. She feels professional and focused, even though she really wants to get to know more about Gilbert.

Aaaaaand back to Big Ethel Drama we are.

Honestly, Betty's reaction is exaggerated. Someone else has a crush on the guy you like and said guy said no to you before? You deal with that kind of thing.

You don't own Seth.

Ethel is in a relationship and isn't going after Seth. She has a crush, but she's not going to currently act on it.

The only person Betty can be reasonably upset with is either Seth for rejecting (because it always hurts when the guy you like doesn't like you back) or herself. It's unreasonably to be mad at Ethel for something she can't control, but also isn't even a thing. She's making a mountain out of molehill and her response is exaggerated.

Though honestly, lets look at the comic, Betty has had a lot of time to be upset over Seth not liking her back, so her being mad even now is ridiculous in my opinion. She is rejected by Seth in S1 Episode Episode 50. I'm assuming it is around fall because Ethel states she was away on Holiday at the start of Season 2, so I think Betty's had more than a few months to process. The last time we heard about her opinion of Seth was S2 Episode 15, where she said: "I'm not angry at him anymore for not wanting to date me, but I'm still hurting a bit from his rejection".

Above Image: Season 2 Episode 15

SO which is it Betty? Why do you feel so goddamn attached and possessive of a man who has no interest in dating you and who we barely see you interacting with??

And even if it's just the rejection hurting her, that gives you not right or reason to bite your friend's head off for JUST HAVING A CRUSH when she is ALREADY IN A RELATIONSHIP AND PROBABLY WON'T ACT ON IT. Betty is fueling her own fears and anxieties and that's her own fault. It's honestly just ridiculous to watch as well.

This little reaction makes her seem really entitled and childish overall, which are aspects I don't associate with the general idea of Betty's character in the Archie Universe (essentially the concept of Betty over all as someone who's read the old comics).

-sigh- Man, I know this misunderstanding is going to blow up in Ethel's face and I genuinely feel bad for her in this instance.

Episode 26

OKAY NOW I CAN GET INTO THIS.

GIRL NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU. YOU'VE HAD SO LONG TO PROCESS YOUR FEELINGS. This is only your issue no one else's. It's truly so embarrassing and ridiculous to watch this go down.

Why is almost everyone in in this comic is so terrible? It's not even a reasonable sort of terrible you know? Yeah people get angry but it feels like drama for drama's sake.

NO YOU FUCKING DIDN'T DUMBASS. I HAVE THE RECEIPTS. FUCKING SETH POINTED THAT OUT TO YOU, YOU CALLED IT MANSPLAINING AFTER HE REJECTED YOU.

Above: Season 1 Episode 50 (read left to right)

Betty: "I'm sure he knew."

GIRL. Do not put the blame on him. Even if he knew. He also clearly knew it was inappropriate, so he politely ignored or dissuaded you from it. This is not about feelings. It's about what is proper. He didn't want to take advantage of you and so he didn't.

UGH SHE'S BEING BITCHY AND SHALLOW AND POKING AT ETHEL'S RELATIONSHIP, WHICH SHE KNOWS AS HE FRIEND IS A GENERAL SORE POINT, BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T HAVE ONE. How shallow can you get? Even as a friend I wouldn't do that.

I'm rolling my eyes ya'll. The pettiness. The idiocy of her reaction. Please go read a better comic than this.

Why do we keep blaming people who don't deserve it? First it's Jughead now it's Seth. When and where will it end? Also crying? Seriously? How are you not pissed the fuck off? I'm pissed the fuck off and I barely like you as a protagonist. Where are the actual fights in these friendships??? All it is is crying and yelling.

Seth didn't drive a wedge between you two. You continue to not want to take responsibility or accountability, and honestly neither does Betty now that I think about it. That and what drove a wedge between you two is Betty's stupid reaction to something should have dealt with months ago. It's probably been a whole season! It's spring right now I think! Get over it! He doesn't like you!

Goddammit. We almost have a voice of reason. He's right on the first part. It's not her fault, but we really need to stop propping up Ethel on a goddam pedestal. It's infuriating.

She's not right!!!!!!!

OH MY GOD.

YOU CAN SETH'S NAME A THOUSAND TIMES BUT IT'S LITERALLY NOT HIS FAULT. I am begging the author to get an editor or something. I'm begging. This is ridiculous.

(I am so upset that I hit the image limit of 30 I want you guys to see my upset Jughead reactions.)

Me too Seth. Me too. I know she's over correcting and being so FUCKING STUPID.

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WHAT THE UTTER FUCK!!!!! YOU'RE SO FUCKING STUPID. I HATE YOU. YOU LITERALLY DID THIS WITH JUGHEAD!

GROW THE FUCK UP.

TAKE SOME GODDAMN ACCOUNTABILITY FOR YOUR ACTIONS IN YOU GODDAMN LIFE.

YOU ARE NOT SPECIAL. YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE ON A PEDESTAL. YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO BE A FUCKING PROTAGONIST OF A SERIES WITH THIS KIND OF WRITING.

SETH DID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG. YOU'RE MAD!!!

#BIG ETHEL ENERGY #Dove reads BEE #Dove reads Big ethel energy #-SCREAMS YELLS-#BITE MAIM AAAAAAAAAGH #LONG POST #DEAR GOD #someone TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS BECAUSE OH MY GOD WHY WHY WHY

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Jake: MC I told you I'd come back

MC's POV

It's been 2 years since I last heard from Jake I look at the last message we had together

Jake: I love you MC

MC: I love you to Jake

We promised each other we would see each other after Hannah was safe, everything went so wrong. The FBI turned up looking for him and then there was Richy he set fire to the mine. A massive explosion erupted from the mine. Did Jake get out in time? Have I lost the love of my life? It's been 2 years since Hannah had found she was now getting her life back together. The judge didn't even give her jail time what the fuck was that about she's the one that's caused all this mess. It's her fault that I've lost Jake. She's the reason he went into that goddamn mine in the first place.

I've not spoken much to the group since Hannah was found, Jessy isn't the same bubbly all smiles woman she used to be, it broke her heart when Richy told her what happened. Thomas is in his own world now Hannah is back he spends his days devoting on her. Just the thought makes me feel sick. Dan still sends me the odd message letting me know how Jessy is doing. He's been there for her since everything happened. He tells me she is getting better everyday. It makes me smile a little to know she's getting better. Lilly keeps in contact since that whole video. She's been making an extra effort to see how I'm doing. Cleo hasn't spoken much. She's been super busy with her new cake shop. I hear it's doing really well.

It's been 2 years since I talked to Jake. Looking at the last message he sent sends tears running down my face.

Jake: I love you MC

MC: i love you to Jake

I moved to duskwood for him so I could be closer to him, I thought we would get to spend the rest of our lives together. Now I don't even know if he's alive, been caught by the FBI. Hell I don't even know if he's managed to clear his name and he just can't tell me yet. I start to feel the anger build up inside me. I try holding back the tears from coming out but it's no use. I completely broke down. I feel myself falling apart at the seems I curl up in a ball on my bed. My eyes start to feel heavy and I find myself drifting off into a dream world.

MCs dream:

I wake up to the smell of coffee and pancakes cooking, a smile forms across my face, I get up and walk down the stairs to find Jake in the kitchen cooking breakfast. A warm feeling spread across my body. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around his waist. His scent is so intoxicating he spins me round our eyes to meet each other.

Jake: good morning beautiful

MC: morning my handsome hacker, breakfast smells so good

Jake: it's all ready, go sit down and I'll bring it over

I grab a cup of coffee as I go to sit down. My eyes travel back over to Jake thebway he moves everything about him is perfect. I love him so much. We sit down together and eat out food laughing and joking as we eat. After breakfast I help clear away the plates and wash up.

Jake: MC can you turn round

MC: What is it Jake?

I turn round and find Jake down on one knee holding out a small red box with the most beautiful ring.

Jake: Will you marry me MC?

MC: yes, yes I'll marry you Jake

Jake got up and put the ring on my finger. It was a perfect fit, I felt tears rolling down my face. They weren't sad tears, they were happy tears. I wrapped my arms around Jake and kissed him deep. We had to break the kiss so we could catch our breath. I looked deep into his eyes. I could see so much love in his eyes.

We decided to have a little celebration just the two of us, Jake got to get a bottle of champagne that he hid. I couldn't help but smile. Later that night we order Chinese and we have ourselves a romantic dinner just the two of us.

After months and months of planning the big day has arrived, I start to walk down the aisle. I see Jake standing there. I can't help the smile on my face as I get closer Jake starts to fade away. I tried running to save him but he disappeared out of nowhere. I hear a buzzing noise.

I get brought out of my dream tears running down my face once again, I look over and see it's my phone buzzing. I don't see the number clearly so I decline the call. I pull myself up off the bed and go downstairs. My phone starts to ring again. I don't bother looking and carry on making coffee out of nowhere there is a knock at the door.

I think about just ignoring it but whoever it is keeps knocking, I go to open the door I fall to the floor when I see who it is I can't control the tears. I forced myself to get up looking at the person in front of me. Is this just another dream? Is he really here?

Jake: I told you I'd come back for you

MC: Jake, I've missed you so much

Jake: I've missed you yo MC, I am so sorry I didn't contact you I had made a deal with the FBI and….

MC cut Jake off and kissed him deep both wrapping their arms around each other

MC: the only thing that matters is your back

Jake: I love you MC

MC: I love you to Jake

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