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𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 part ii ✎ 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary: rules are meant to be bent and broken, fortunately. and while you try your best to keep your distance, it’s almost impossible around eddie and his daughter, finding the best parts of your day are always influenced by them.

cw: 18+ (minors dni), kids are assholes, non-graphic mentions of failed pregnancy, mentions of death (small mention of blood), very deep talks about personal trauma, fluff between reader/eddie and eddie/riley/reader, eddie is jealous of how much riley loves reader, cute dinner dates, smut (grinding over clothes/handjobs), this is very sweet but also very sad so please heed the warnings, i’m begging.

word count: 7.2k — part one

The morning is already going downhill when you walk into a child in the midst of a full meltdown just outside your classroom. Normally you handle it all well and find ways to distract the kids or help calm them, but then there were mornings when you couldn’t handle it. You couldn’t blame the kids, you never did—but when the child thinks the best way out of this situation is to bite and kick you, it turns into someone else’s problem and regardless of how difficult it is for you to deal with, the best option is always stepping away.

And by default, most instances like that would get a phone call to the parent or guardian, which you had no problems with—regardless, after the child is dealt with you have no other option that to separate yourself and take a breather at your desk, door locked, and a long fifteen minutes of silence before you completely lost it.

Eddie had made sure to leave the house early that morning and Riley was just as eager, giving him no trouble in getting herself ready for school and in Eddie’s van before he could remind her, already buckled in and ready to go. Having Riley spend the weekend with Wayne was enough to reset both of them and made for a much smoother routine—and Riley is adamant that she doesn’t need to be walked to class, but Eddie follows anyway.

The jiggle on the knob is what finally brings you back, the fuzzy dark curls on Riley’s head peeking through the window in your door, her eyes barely reaching over the ledge of it, no doubt on the tip of her toes. She screams a cheerful “Hi!” and waves enthusiastically from behind the barrier.

If there was anyone who would cheer you up instantly, it was Riley.

Definitely not Eddie—even if his gaze was locked on you despite your lack of acknowledgement toward him.

You cross the room swiftly, pulling the door open with a joyous greeting to Riley, kneeling down to her level to hug her, puffy coat crinkling underneath your grip.

“Daddy, can I show her?” Riley asks, head turned up toward him in question.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think she—“

“Show me what?” You interrupt quickly, eyes squinting scrutinizingly at Eddie before falling on Riley, looking at her with rapt interest.

“Look,” She squeals, showing off her teeth and pressing her tongue against the top row, one of her front middle teeth looking dangerously loose, “daddy said there’s a tooth fairy that will take my tooth!”

“Yep,” You nod, “they take your teeth and trade them for gifts and wishes for the good kids—have you been good?”

“Uh—yes.” Riley responds with uncertainty. “I cleaned my room and brushed my teeth and even did my homework by myself and—“

Eddie shakes his head in amusement, patting Riley’s back as he talks over gently, grabbing your attention.

“She’s got a ton of energy this morning.” He tells you, grinning from ear to ear. “I hope that’s okay.”

“I love it.” You admit to him wholeheartedly, standing at your full height again, making a small noise as Riley slips past you and runs toward her desk, conversation forgotten.

Eddie lingers, smile gradually fading from his face as he looks over at you, waiting for you to say something—anything.

“So, I was thinking—“

“Eddie, I’m at work—“

Eddie looks at you scarcely, eyes apologetic.

“Sorry, I just—don’t know how to do this.” Eddie tells you.

“Well, not here,” You tell him firmly, “but—follow me.”

Eddie follows you skeptically, rounding the side of your desk as you lean over and grab a paper and pen, scribbling down something quickly. Eddie notes the bandage around your wrist but doesn’t say anything—you notice it when you hand the paper to him, he doesn’t want to pry but he’s curious.

“Meltdown,” You explain simply, “It’s just a small bite and a couple scratches.”

“A kid did that?” Eddie asks in sudden shock, offended by the idea that someone so small could be capable of such violence.

“Yes, but it’s fine,” You assure him, “it’s not the first time.”

Eddie looks a little mortified, glancing over at Riley.

You laugh to yourself, shoving the paper into his chest until his attention is back on you.

“It’s my landline,” You explain, “call after six during the week and the weekends are fair game, I’m usually always home.”

“Oh,” Eddie responds, surprised at how forthcoming you are after expecting a rejection or something to tarnish what had happened a couple days prior, “yeah, shit—that works.”

“Eddie.” You warn, a few kids lingering into the classroom.

“Sorry, sorry.” He quickly recovers. “Uh, I’ll call you later tonight then—if, if that’s okay?”

Eddie’s never been a nervous guy, always oozing with his overconfidence and exuberance—though most of that was left behind in high school. It’s been nearly six years since Eddie’s done any kind of dating or putting himself out there. It was like watching a baby gazelle stand for the first time and he couldn’t get his footing.

“That works,” You assure him, a gentle press of your finger against his covered arm—Eddie yearns for that touch, eyes drifting toward your hand with a subtle grin, “now go, class is starting.”

And Eddie can’t help himself, eyes lingering on you all the way to the door, leaving you with his goofy, dopey smile to get you through whatever hell this day was going to bring.

“She’s been talking about bugs for an hour.” Eddie complains through the receiver, the endless ramblings of Riley heard on your end, screaming about spiders and butterflies and every possible bug that exists in the universe.

“And you better sound damn well entertained with everything she’s telling you,” You admonish, shoving your dinner into microwave and pressing a button, stepping away briefly so the noise doesn’t drown Eddie out, “I spent half the day cutting out about a hundred paper legs for them to make those crafts, I don’t want to hear any complaints.”

Eddie’s silent for longer than usual, possibly trying to process your quick change in tone, or thinking of some lame, but witty comeback.

“Yes, ma’am.” He responds instead and you can see him smirking from here, the dimple in his cheek as he grins.

You roll your eyes adoringly, pulling your food from the microwave when it dings, “How was work?” You ask casually, hoping it doesn’t sound too mundane or boring.

“Uh,” Eddie’s brows furrow, “it was fine.”

“That sounded like a question to me.” You tease, plopping yourself down on the couch, food in your lap, television buzzing in the background.

“It’s just…some prick, they come in and ask for all this shit to be done on their fancy ass cars and expect it to be done within the day,” Eddie unloads and you can visualize the stressful hand he runs through his curls, “but those parts take days to come in, if not weeks. They’re just coming to us because we’re cheaper.”

“Daddy,” Riley’s voice is muffled on the other line, “what’s a prick?”

“God,” Eddie sighs, low enough that only you can hear before responding to Riley, “uh—it’s a bad word, sweetheart. Don’t repeat it.”

“I think someone owes another dollar.” You tease and it makes Eddie laugh which was entirely your reasoning for doing so.

Eddie doesn’t say anything, the soft hum of his breathing on the other line as he sits with his thoughts, distracted from the hectic day.

“Some of the parents are like that,” You attempt to comfort him, “they want us to accommodate to their kid in a lot of ways that we can’t do for others because they think their kids are special—and don’t get me wrong, all kids are, but it’s just the entitlement of it all.”

“I don’t understand how you do it.” Eddie sighs, from his end he’s stretched out on the couch, freshly showered, his right leg propped up on the back of the couch while Riley plays on the floor with her toys, little action figures and tiny figurines that Eddie had accumulated over the years.

Eddie from a few years ago wouldn’t be caught dead letting someone of Riley’s age near his things, but he was a much different person now. He also really enjoyed listening to her count out all the sides of his dice, her attention so laser focused as she sounded out the numbers.

“I love kids,” You tell him, “I love teaching to them, helping them learn new things, I’m sure you understand.”

“I guess it’s kind of like when Riley learned to walk,” Eddie says, a fond smile spreading across his face, “I could’ve cried, honestly.”

“They’re tiny and they’re learning, it’s really fun to witness.” You shone a forkful of your dinner into your mouth, “They aren’t tainted by all the shitty stuff outside of the reality of being a kid.”

“Daddy is that grandpa?” Riley asks, her voice nearly blaring through the phone. She’s crawled onto Eddie’s lap out of nowhere, drawing a pained huff out of him.

“No, Ri—no.” He tells her, readjusting her sideways so she isn’t squishing her weight down on his stomach so harshly, her little feet dangling over his side as he back slumps against the couch.

“You only talk to grandpa.” Riley points out.

“Riley, we talked about this.” Eddie says sternly, starting the sentence and allowing her to finish, “Daddy is a—“

Riley pouts in annoyance, arms crossed over her chest lazily, “—grownup.”

“And?”

“I’m little.”

“So?”

“Don’t be nosey.”

You laugh softly, “I can let you go if you need to spend some time with her.”

Eddie’s style of parenting was refreshing, less patronizing, more leveling with her than disciplining.

“Yeah…I probably should.” Eddie says with deep regret, his fingers running through Riley’s curls, still reeling from today’s play. “I need to get her in the bath and ready for bed.”

“Okay.” You tell him simply, knowing he shared the same smile as you. You could hear it in his voice.

“Can I call you later?” Eddie asks shyly, “After she’s asleep.”

You chuckle at his bashfulness, giving him the benefit of the doubt, knowing how eager he is to get to know you better—the sentiment was shared, but you were also exhausted from the day.

“I’m really tired, actually.” You tell him, hoping he doesn’t hate you too much for it. “Maybe when I’m not on the verge of passing out.”

And Eddie understood, “Yeah—I’m sorry.”

“Eddie,” You sigh, “I’m gonna have to muzzle you if you keep apologizing to me.”

“That doesn’t actually sounds too bad—“

“Goodnight.” You tell him quickly, cutting off his howl of a laugh on the other line by ending the call.

Eddie does call every day that week, and the week after, almost every day for the entire month and beyond the holiday nearing into December.

Eddie had forgotten about the date entirely during that time, so invested in learning every possible ounce of information about you, learning what made you laugh and what annoyed you, almost to the point where he could have you in tears over some stupid joke he made, or how his one-ended arguements always ended with Riley having the last word that left Eddie grumbling into the phone at you.

It was the most normal you’ve felt in forever, forget high school, forget college—you’d never been in a relationship, not a serious one anyways. They’ve always been casual or quick hookups, nothing that you felt had any real meaning—with Eddie, it was hard to describe, even if you two were just friends for the time being.

“No, I’m serious,” Eddie explains through a hushed laugh, “she fell asleep in the middle of dinner, face full of chicken noodle and didn’t even wake up when I moved her.”

“Please tell me you cleaned her off at least.”

“I wiped her face down but I’ll have to give her a bath in the morning—it’s the weekend anyways so I’ll take care of that and drop her off with my uncle.”

“Does he take her on weekends all the time now?” You ask curiously.

“Since they started making him take mandatory weekends off, yeah.” Eddie says, “Man is even more stubborn in his old age.”

“Well,” You say with a sweet tone, dragging out the word, “we could hang out.”

Eddie knows you’re making fun of him, but he gives into it.

“I still fully intend on taking you on a date.” Eddie promises.

“I know,” You nod despite his lack of being able to see you, “I enjoy this a lot more, if I’m being honest.”

“Would be a lot nicer in person,” Eddie hints at, letting out a soft groan as he sinks into his mattress. You were already there, turned over on your stomach with your head in your palm, phone pressed firmly to your ear, “like, a lot nicer.”

“Eddie, just ask.”

“Do you want to? Come over?” Eddie asks hopefully, “I can cook dinner again—maybe without the car trouble this time.”

“Eh, I don’t know.” You say with a sense of hesitancy, only joking.

“Hey—“

“You didn’t let me finish,” You complain, stopping his rant before it began, “I was going to say that you deserve a change of scenery, why don’t you come over to my place instead?”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Sounds like a good fuckin’ idea to me.” Eddie responds lowly, free hand resting against his bare stomach, “A smart, pretty girl inviting me over for dinner? How could I say no?”

“Smart, surely. I’ve got the degrees to prove it.” You tell him proudly, “Pretty—mmm, I don’t know.”

“Fucking beautiful, in fact.” Eddie flirts openly, feeling less constrained in his language now that Riley wasn’t around.

You smile to yourself, still hung up on one small thing, “I never said anything about cooking for you, to be clear—there’s a reason I don’t even cook for myself.”

“I’ll cook then.” Eddie says in a compromise, “I don’t mind.”

And Eddie is nothing if not thorough, waiting at your door Saturday night with a trove of bags, enough to cook for a full family, complete with wine and all.

He looks a little fancier—like he put on his newest pair of jeans and shirt, still him but more done up. You stare down at your pajamas, blocking the doorway. It was a matching set of lilac satin, loose button up top and shorts to match, fuzzy socks to keep your feet warm—and now, you just felt embarrassed.

But all Eddie has to say is, “Cute.” with a satisfied smirk, bags held tight in his grip.

“Shut up.” You grumble, dragging him inside and shutting the door behind him.

You waste no time pouring you both a hefty glass of wine, spreading yourself out on the chair nestled under the island in your kitchen, giving Eddie free-roam of whatever he needs.

Eddie preps and sets up the food with little small talk, focused on the task at hand.

“You’re really serious when you cook.” You comment, halfway through your glass. “It’s…cute.”

Eddie huffs a weak laugh, stirring the food in the pan before turning toward you, “Cute? Is that all you got?”

“Hot, attractive, take your pick.” You shrug, smiling around the rim of your cup.

“You don’t drink often, do you?” Eddie asks, eyeing you suspiciously. He wipes his hands on the clean towel before tossing it on the counter, sliding his glass slowly along the island as he travels toward you, linger beside the unoccupied seat.

“I’m not drunk.” You insist. It was true, you weren’t. But given the high you felt being around Eddie like this, alone, for the first time—you might as well be.

Eddie’s eyes squint, narrowing as he judged your response, lips pulling into a tight line.

“How long until it’s done?” You ask, nodding toward the stove.

Eddie approaches slowly, shoving himself between you and the empty chair, sipping generously on the wine. “Uh, half hour—maybe a little less.”

“Oh, okay.” You nod slowly, turning toward him, legs widening wordlessly to welcome him.

You two remained relatively distant in public, given the situation—and not that he was obligated to act any certain way, but the tension was there the moment he stepped inside of your apartment. It was written all over his face, his body language.

“Yeah.” Eddie says mindlessly, eyes trailing the line of your exposed neck, the start of your top where the first button is undone, the hair that’s thrown over your shoulder and giving him a perfect view.

“Eddie.” You interject his trailing thoughts, eyes pleading.

He blinks, a silent “Can I?” that never comes. You smile welcomingly, pulling at the center of his shirt to force him toward you. His hand instantly slips around the back of your neck to cradle your head, tipping it up to meet his gaze as he bends slightly, forcing himself between the small space you had created for him, knees bracketing his hips.

He’s an absolute menace as he leans forward, lips brushing against yours to pull away just as quick, causing you to grunt in frustration, chasing his fleeing lips.

“Stop that.” You complain, mouth pulled down in a full frown as you look up at him, eyes glazed over in frustration.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eddie chuckles, rubbing the back of your head with his thumb, causing you to lean into the touch. “Feels good?”

“Mhm.” You hum softly, eyes falling shut as his hand trailer back down your neck, squeezing softly, pulling a pained moan from you.

There wasn’t enough massaging in the world that could fix your tight muscles, but if it was bound to bring those sounds out, Eddie would work as long as it took.

“Eddie, you’re really starting to frustrate me.” You complain, letting him work at the muscles tenderly.

“I’m just trying to help you out.” He insists and you peek an eye open, his devilish smiling and heated gaze staring right back. “If you want something so bad just take it.”

��Fine.” You retort, fisting your hand into his collar and pulling him in, lips pressing against his in a way that’s almost bruising—that metaphorical dam breaking after weeks of lingering touches and little contact, and god dammit you just wanted to feel good.

Eddie’s also a very physical kisser, something you were just now learning, his hands slipping under your silk top and squeezing at the skin, his gentle nudges of his nose forcing your head back, lips latching onto your neck just as fast, but you’re not having it. You pull away, eyeing him tensely.

“Nuh uh.” You say with a head shake, gripping his face in between your fingers, pulling his mouth back to yours, tongue dragging across his top lip until he’s parting them, and it’s the first time Eddie sighs, his tongue grazing against your own.

“The dinner…” His voice lingers, “We can’t get distracted.”

“Don’t act like you weren’t asking for it,” You counter, pulling back slightly to look at him—he’s guilty, you can see it written all over his face, “and last time I checked, we still had at least twenty minutes to waste.”

“If only I had some ideas.” Eddie says dreamily, sighing against your mouth as he kisses back lazily, soft pillowy lips grazing yours sweetly.

You pull back after a moment, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth and eyes flicking up toward him—he was at your will instantly. Your hands wandered toward the belt wrapped tightly around his waist, the old and worn out belt buckle outline of metal handcuffs pairing with the leather perfectly. You tug roughly and Eddie grunts, hands flying out to his side as he stumbles forward.

“I have one.” You say softly, “How efficient are you?”

“Huh—uh, depends.” Eddie tells you, stammering over his words. “It’s been, um, a while—so, yeah—“

The words linger between you both and Eddie is expecting some judgment, but it never comes. You were in the same boat, mostly—aside from the very rare and occasional hookup with someone from the bar in town, but that had also been months ago.

Your palm flattens out and rubs over the front of his jeans—Eddie was already there from the moment his lips touched yours, his dick pressing a hard line against the seam of his dark jeans.

Eddie’s eyes squeeze shut out of habit, forcing himself to concentrate—it's not like he’s as inexperienced or young as he once was but he’s also never been the best at holding out, his eagerness always getting the better of him.

“You don’t—you don’t have to.” Eddie insists, hips rocking up into your touch despite his words. “I didn’t expect you to, you know—“

“Put out?” You tease him, smoothly undoing his belt enough that you can reach the button of his jeans, popping it open. The zipper is loud in the silence of your apartment, aside from the distant hum of your television and the food cooking on the stove. “We’re not teenagers, Eddie.”

Eddie’s tired of fighting it, feeling like he needs to be the better person instead of indulging in the things he wants. So, he gives in.

“Fuck it.” He sighs, pulling you up from the chair roughly, hands tangling into your hair while he coerced you backwards toward your couch, nudging your leg up only slightly so you don't fall over the arm, guiding you down carefully.

“Shit, hold on.” Eddie forces out, settling himself over top of you, positioned in between your spread legs as he works his jeans and boxers down swiftly, pressing himself up against your clothed body—and maybe it was a bad idea to wear silk or any clothes at all, for that matter, but you didn’t have time to worry about that. Eddie sighs deeply, nosing under your chin until your neck tips back, running his lips along the hinge of your jaw, using his hands to wrap your legs around his hips until he’s pulled flush to your cunt, the bare heat of his dick apparent even through the thin material.

You giggle softly at his touches, gentle pecks against your skin, light traces of his fingers against your sides, against your rib cage until he gradually reaches your breasts, squeezing the flesh gently.

“Now this,” You speak distantly, voice airy as Eddie tracks his mouth along your jaw, stopping just over your lips, eyes opening lazily to stare at you, “this feels like something we’d be doing if we were still in high school.”

Eddie chuckles audibly, a toothy grin on his face as he moves his hips, gauging your reaction as he rubs against you—it’s not the friction you want, but it’s what you’ll take, glaring at him just as intensely.

“You’re looking at me like you want to say something else.” Eddie comments, slightly out of breath. He adjusts himself against you, the sharpness of his knuckles dragging against your clit teasingly. He hadn’t even meant to, clearly—too distracted by the shallow rise and fall of your chest as he grinded against you, any earlier shame now gone.

You shake your head shyly, pushing his fallen hair away from his face and tucking it behind his ear carefully, admiring the way he leans into your touch, eyes falling shut as he moves, mouth falling open soundlessly, taking the opportunity to drag your thumb across his bottom lip.

“We should stop,” Eddie says regretfully, despite his still moving body, “don’t wanna—mess up your clothes.”

You laugh quietly, tipping his head up slightly to look at you, “I can change.” You tell him, seeing the stress in his face as his eyebrows pull together. “It’s fine, really.”

There’s a small pause of silence, the sound of your clothes dragging together, Eddie’s muffled moans as he buries his face beside your head, turning his head every so often to press absentminded kisses at the shell of your ear, willing himself to last longer than he knows he’s capable. But it’s there and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold off.

“Can I touch you?” You ask softly, fists pressed against his abdomen, rubbing against the cotton of his shirt, “Do you want me to?”

“Fuck, yes—yeah, please.” Eddie rushes out, creating a tiny space for you to squeeze your hand between, taking him in your hand firmly and giving him more resistance to thrust against, squeezing just enough that it forces him to lose focus, hips faltering. Your thumb swipes over the head, pearlescent precum leaking from the slit. Eddie curses again at the action, having been so starved of another person’s touch—it only takes a few more minutes of your precise but delicate touches before he’s falling apart above you, coming with a strained groan as he spills over your hand and your stomach, indeed making a mess of you.

When Eddie finally gathers himself, he’s got a look of disbelief, barely able to process what had just happened before the timer is going off, signaling to both of you that things had gone on a little longer than necessary.

“Shit—the food.” Eddie panics, tucking himself back into his pants quickly and shoving away from you, skidding toward the kitchen to turn off the stove.

You’re already mostly undressed when he turns around, though your back is to him as you trail toward your room, tossing the dirty clothes away as you reach for some new ones. He’s still watching when you return, a sated grin on his face.

“What?” You ask with a weak laugh, walking toward him. “Do I have something on my face?”

Eddie nods seriously, reaching for your face with his outstretched hand, bringing his lips to the bridge of your nose.

“Now you do.” He mumbles against the skin, leaning your head up to press an even sweeter kiss to your lips before pulling away. “Go, sit down. I’ll get the plates ready.”

“Thank god,” You sigh, patting his lower stomach gently, right at the gap of his still unbuttoned pants, “I’m starving.”

Eddie never leaves that night either. It’s not his fault or yours, an hour of conversation turning into a night. Eddie never gets bored of it, listening to your voices, watching you talk about your job for hours on end, so enraptured by all of your stories, meaningful or not. He could bore you with cars, or music, but he can’t even bring himself to interrupt—only when he decides to interject about Riley. He sees that way your face lights up when you mention her, as does his, but there’s a difference.

Riley is the love of Eddie’s life, it’s so blatantly obvious. He’s spent years trying to figure out what was missing, what he needed to fill that void of abandonment and loneliness—growing up without his mother and father, it was like he was fixing their wrongs and breaking that cycle. He wouldn’t be here without Wayne, but had Riley not entered his life, he wasn’t sure he’d ever find his purpose. Eddie was a semi-retired metal head, a mechanic, but more importantly he was a father.

For you, Riley fills that space that left you so long ago. You knew the possibility of having kids was impossible and it’s why you cherished your job so closely, you treated the children as if they were your own, but Riley takes the cake. Her vibrancy and whimsyness is something you lacked as a child and as an adult even, it’s hard not to smile around her.

Eddie’s soaking your pillow with his wet hair, but you can’t be bothered to care. His arm is tucked up under his hair, eyes following your movements as you shifted under the covers and turned to him, tracing your fingers along the tattoo just over his chest, comfortable in the silence.

Eddie uses his thumb to fiddle with the rings on his left hand, right hand twisting the ring on your own finger. He smiles slightly, bringing your fingertip to his lips to press a gentle kiss.

“Do you want to know?” You ask curiously, voice low.

“If you’re comfortable.” Eddie soothes, “If it’s hard to talk about you don’t have to.”

“It is—but I’ve shoved it away for so long,” You sigh, wrapping your hand around his palm, letting him squeeze it tight, “it was unplanned.”

“I didn’t even think I could have kids,” You explain, “but that was just me being naive—and I had sex without protection once, once.” You stress greatly, “I found out I was pregnant a month later and I was terrified.”

“Whatever happened to the—“

“I didn’t tell him.” You answered simply, “It wouldn’t have made a difference. I was a year off from graduating, I figured I could handle it myself.”

Eddie nods silently, listening as you continue.

“Nothing was wrong—at first. But they had said she was measuring small, which wasn’t that uncommon.” You take a shaky breath, crisp air filling your lungs. “I figured she’d catch up eventually but she never did.”

Eddie says your name softly, an apology in its tone.

“Her heart couldn’t take it.”

And you couldn’t bring yourself to save the words, but Eddie knew. He reaches for you wordlessly, a hand wrapped around to cradle your head, pulling you to him. He pressed a long kiss into the crown of your head, resting his cheek there. He’s silent for a while, tender fingers rubbing into your scalp.

“There were complications during Riley’s delivery.” Eddie says softly, “At least, that’s how they explained it to me. I never really knew what happened, just that she lost a lot of blood and they had to get Riley out quickly.”

“You weren’t in the room?”

“I was slammed at work, I left as soon as she called but I was stuck on the highway—I didn’t find out until after.”

“Oh, Eddie.” You frown, looking up at him.

“Things were—not good, toward the end.” Eddie explains, “We started arguing a lot, but I was really trying to fix things, make it work, you know?”

“Riley only knows her through pictures.” Eddie says, “She knows that her mom isn’t with us, but I haven’t really explained it to her.”

“She’s a force,” You comment fondly, “I’m sure she carries her spirit with her, even if she’s the spitting image of you.”

Eddie huffs a soft laugh, “Anyways, it took about a year for me to deal with it. I don’t think it’ll ever hurt any less, but I had to move on at some point.”

“You…haven’t dated since?” You ask curiously.

“No—well, not until—“ His eyes linger on you and you smirk slightly, “no, I haven’t.”

You rub your hand over his bicep comfortingly, “I don’t expect anything from you, Eddie—and I’m not expecting anything serious, either. I do enjoy spending time with you. Riley too, she’s such a ridiculous ball of energy.”

“I just don’t know how this shit works anymore.” Eddie laughs sadly, “But, I’ve never seen Riley interact with someone so easily before.”

“I’m her teacher.” You remind him humorously, “She’s around me constantly, it makes sense.”

Eddie smiles, “She keeps asking me to invite you over for another dinner and saying that we could have a sleepover.”

You raise your eyebrow in question, a laugh bubbling from your lips.

“Sometimes we pig out on junk food and watch movies in my room—that’s what she calls it, she always falls asleep halfway through the first movie.”

“I would love to—I just don’t want her getting the wrong ideas.” You tell him regretfully, not that you weren’t already enamored with them both. “Or trying to force myself into a position that doesn’t feel right.”

“Are you scared of her accidentally calling you mom?” Eddie grins and you roll your eyes with a faint annoyance, “I think you’ll be okay.”

“No, no—“ You interject seriously, “I think we should figure out what this is before we try to explain anything to her, but I don’t want you feeling pressured to label it.”

“I don’t feel pressured,” Eddie shakes his head, “but you can’t avoid Riley outside of school forever if we keep this up, eventually you’ll have to face her. She’s a huge part of my life.”

You smile slightly, laughing fondly to yourself.

“And I really hope you are too.” Eddie adds, staring down at you vulnerably, “In whatever form that is.”

Riley begs Eddie every day after she hears your voice on the phone the following week, Eddie being caught too red-handed to deny it. That night ends with you talking to Riley for almost an hour, her cadence never faltering until Eddie has to pry that phone from her tiny death grip.

“She’s asking if you’ll come over for Christmas.” Eddie tells you. Silently, Eddie was just as hopeful. “Well—demanding is more accurate.”

“Daddy,” Riley whines, “She has too.”

“You heard her.” Eddie adds, awaiting your response as Riley stared him down.

“I suppose so.” You agree, “But, only because Riley wants me too.”

“She said yes.” Eddie whispers to Riley, a cheerful screaming ripping through the receiver, “God—okay, let’s not do that again.”

“Sorry.” She giggles, enveloping Eddie in a bear hug.

“Get in your pajamas,” Eddie tells her, “I’ll be in your room in a couple minutes.”

“But Eddie, she wasn’t done telling me about her favorite color.” You beg jokingly, “It’s yellow, by the way.”

“I know,” Eddie responds with a fair amount of attitude, “you two can finish it in when you come over—on Christmas.”

Eddie would never admit he was jealous of Riley stealing his time with you—even if he did watch with a scowl as Riley made you laugh more than he did.

And when Christmas finally rolls around, Riley is stuck to your side every moment of it. You made a huge deal of the affair, buying matching pajamas and all. Eddie doesn’t put up much of a fight either, not with both of you threatening him so viciously.

Eddie hated being tickled and Riley was very persistent when she wanted something.

You had decided to come over the night before, spending Christmas Eve having the sleepover that Riley had talked about for a while—and like Eddie had told you, she was asleep halfway through the first movie, crashing hard from her sugar high.

He tucks Riley into bed with no problem before spending the rest of the night shoved up beside you on the couch, both of you falling asleep deep in the night without realizing—woken up by a proding tiny finger shoved in both of your faces.

It’s Christmas!” Riley had cheered, both of you two groggy to react immediately, “Wake up!”

“We’re up, we’re up.” Eddie repeats, using his palms to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

You and Eddie had both agreed on no gifts for each other, not wanting the other to feel obligated about spending money on one another, focusing solely on Riley.

It’s the happiest you’ve been in a while, used to spending your holidays alone, not celebrating and wallowing in your own self-pity. But, it’s a reminder how easily life can give, just as quickly as it can take away.

Riley crawls into your lap later that afternoon, a cheeky smile on her face.

“What are you up to?” You ask suspiciously.

Riley grins wide, her fist closed tight.

And holy shit—her tooth had finally fallen out. It has been hanging on for days and Eddie was dreading the day he had to pull it, already too squeamish for his own good.

You gasp in shock, thankful that Eddie was out on the porch smoking and couldn’t hear you.

“Oh my god, Ri—“ You tell her, pulling open her first to—indeed, a tooth. “How did that happen?”

“I pushed it with my tongue really hard and it went pop,” Riley responds comically, using her free hand to extend her fingers out to mimic the sound, “but now my mouth tastes funny.”

“That’s blood, sweetheart.” You explain, seeing the small amount staining her bottom lip. You rise with her, settling her on your hip until you can reach the counter, placing her next to the sink.

“Blood?” She asks in a squeaky tone, immediately panicking.

“It’s normal—that’s what happens when you lose teeth.” You explain to her, watching as she touched the tooth with her finger, rolling it around. You scrunch up a paper towel and press it to the missing tooth, “Here, keep that there for a couple minutes and it should stop.”

“Okay.” She muffles around the tissue, kicking her sock covered feet out lazily.

“Hey, I got an idea.” You whisper to her, “Do you want to pull a prank on your daddy?”

Riley giggles softly, nodding in response.

You lean forward to whisper in her ear, devising the perfect plan.

Eddie comes inside a few minutes later, face flushed from the cold wind as he hangs his jacket up, only noticing Riley when she turns to him. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head, running to her side immediately.

“Woah—wha—what happened?” Eddie asks in a panic, eyes flicking between you and Riley.

Riley pulls away the blood-stained paper towel, grinning excessively wide.

“Hey! It finally came out.” Eddie says cheerfully, grilling her chin to inspect the vacant spot in her mouth, “Where is it?”

“I…swallowed it.” Riley says sheepishly, putting on her best acting skills. She frowns, eyes welling with tears.

“Hey—what’s wrong?” Eddie asks, looking up at you desperately. You shrug.

“Now I don’t have a tooth for the tooth fairy.” She says sadly and if you weren’t in on it, it could’ve brought you to tears too.

“Oh, Ri—it’s okay.” Eddie assures her.

“But the tooth fairy needs teeth.” Riley argues, “And mine is in my belly.”

Eddie wishes he had some prior experience with this, but he's at a loss, hoping your familiarity with kids and these situations would come in handy—he’s floundering, unsure of how to cheer Riley up. It’s was fucking Christmas after all.

“Just kidding!” Riley says giddily, flashing the tooth still gripped tightly in her fist, shoving it into Eddie’s face. Riley smiles up at you, waiting for your judgment.

“Good job.” You tell her, offering her your fist. She reaches over her free hand and bumps it lightly.

“Oh, ha ha.” Eddie deadpans, “You two are hilarious.”

“Thank you.” You respond genuinely, hand placed over your heart. “She’s got a real career ahead of her.”

Eddie rolls his eyes lightheartedly, “I knew putting you two together was a bad idea.”

“Horrible.” You agree, heaving Riley up into your arms as she extended her own, meeting Eddie with matching mischievous smiles.

Eddie flashes up the note at you—the one had told Riley to leave under her pillow that night with her tooth listing all of the things she’d hoped for in exchange for it. He was expecting dolls or cars or any sort of toy that she was obsessed with over the month, not even close to what she actually writes down.

He can’t even read it at first, squinting his eyes to try and make out her messy scribbles before you have to yank it from his grip. You’re only a few words in before your face falls.

It’s hard to make out, your name misspelled and illegible but the thought was there—but from what you can read, it says:

‘I want her to come live with me and daddy. My friends talk about their mommy’s and all I have is my daddy. My mommy is up in heaven but if she stays, she could be my new mommy.’

You sob without question, shoving the paper at Eddie.

It takes him a moment to catch up through Riley’s handwriting, but he gets the gist—face falling just as fast.

“Hey, hey,” Eddie attempts to comfort, “I didn’t—I didn’t expect her to write something like that, otherwise I would have let you read it first.”

You bury your face into your hands, trying to process it all.

“I didn’t know she felt that way—I mean, she loves you obviously. But, she never talks about her mom. I didn’t—I couldn’t have—“

Eddie can’t make this any better, any easier—it was a horrible punch to his chest, knocking the air out of him.

“It’s okay,” You assure him through a broken sigh, “I just need a minute.”

Eddie pulls you into his chest, letting you calm yourself down before speaking, his cheek pressed against the top of your head comfortingly, the sound of his heart pounding in your ears.

He was just as terrified as you. Kids always made everything much more complicated, but the more it settled with you, it might’ve been exactly what you needed.

“I’m scared.” You tell him honestly, “Everything in my life always ends up fading away at some point, I don’t know if I can handle losing this if I commit to it.”

“Is that why you’re scared?” Eddie asks curiously, bordering on incredulous as he turns your face up to look at him. “That you’ll fuck this up somehow?”

“How long have we known each other, Eddie?”

“A little over three months.” He answers casually, wondering why you were taking this line of questioning with him.

“Does that seem rushed to you?” You ask hesitantly. In reality, you’d never felt something more natural.

“I knew Riley’s mom for not even a day before we knew we wanted to be together—not that any of that matters, but all that is such bullshit. I like you, I’ve liked you since I saw you—“

“But—“

“No—I don’t think you realize how much this means to Riley, or me. She loves you, she tells me constantly. And frankly, I’m right fuckin’ there with her.”

You frown again, deeper as your eyes begin to sting.

“I’m never going to push you into anything, but I can assure you that Riley is going to be super disappointed if her wish doesn’t come true—not after how much you hyped up the tooth fairy.” It’s a lighthearted attempt at a joke, it hurts but it works, causing you to laugh softly.

“Do you want this?” You ask hesitantly, “Long term?”

“Are you really asking me that?” Eddie asks, eyes pleading.

“How the hell do we tell her?”

“Considering what she wrote on that note, I think she already knows.”

Riley was more intelligent than she let on, even at such a young age. And even if she didn’t fully understand, seeing her dad smile was the first sign, but it was also all she needed.

“We’ll do it together.” Eddie comforts you, “Okay?”

You nod slowly, eyes searching his. He smiles lopsided, thumb rubbing against the corner of your mouth.

“I love you.” You tell him suddenly. “I just want to say that.”

Eddie feels like his thunder was yanked out from under him, shoving you gently. “That’s so unfair,” He complains, “—couldn’t even let me say it.”

He’s only joking, causing you to smile now, tears forgotten.

“You’ll live”. You tell him, poking at his cheek to force the scowl off his face. “Won’t you?”

Eddie shrugs, falling back on his mattress and pulling you along with him. “We’ll see.”

As long as he had Riley and you, Eddie had nothing to worry about.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #my writing #1kfic

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sophieinwonderland · 2 months

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Found a Hate Blog in The #Plural Tag. 😮‍💨

As I covered recently, "Plural" is an inclusive word with origins in endogenic and non-disordered systems.

If any anti-endo posts in the "#plural" tag or other inclusive tags, don't expect your DNIs to be respected.

They also are doing this knowingly. People have already tried to contact them about using the inclusive plural tag and the hate blog has stubbornly refused.

So if they're going to post in inclusive tags, I figured I might as well respond to some of their vent posts in anti-endo tags. As always, if anti-endos have a problem with this or feel boundaries are being unfairly crossed, please take it up with the hate blog I'm responding to that's invading our spaces.

Also, really weird how they just jump straight into saying "pro-endos" aren't systems either. Hate to break it to you, but there are a lot of traumagenic DID systems whose disorders and trauma are just valid as yours. And they manage to not be bigots too!

Wait... are they claiming that ALL dissociation can only be caused by trauma?

Although previous research has implicated a history of childhood trauma in the development of dissociative tendencies, insufficient cognizance (in this context) has been taken of the distinction between pathological and nonpathological dissociation. In this study, the relationship between childhood trauma and both pathological and nonpathological dissociation was investigated in a sample of 100 Australian adults. Pathological dissociation was positively predicted by dimensions of childhood trauma, but no such relationship was found for nonpathological dissociation (psychological absorption). The data are consistent with the traumagenic model of the dissociative disorders, but factors other than childhood trauma may also be pertinent.

Amazing how they compare us with anti-vaxxers while trying to claim all dissociation is traumagenic. This wasn't even hard to find. 🙄

"I don't care about any morals"

Well, at least you're up front about it.

Also, I tend to check the DID tags every now and then and you know what I don't see there? Endogenic systems!

"#Endo Safe" tags are more often than not used by pro-endo traumagenic systems.

Guess what! If you have DID, you get to post in the DID tags. Being a hateful bigot isn't a requirement! Anyone with DID has the right to post in the DID tags, and can tag their post as endo safe too!

Maybe you wouldn't get as many anons from endogenic systems if you stop posting in inclusive tags. Just a thought!

How are they harmful to the community again?

Weren't you just saying earlier that pro-endos were stealing resources? Now you're acknowledging that they're making resources for the community, but this is also bad?

LOL!

Genic labels literally only exist because of the pro-endo community. And the anti-endo community notoriously hates xeno-origins like NPD-genic. Yes, people will assume you're endo-safe when you use xeno-origins because these terms, like most resources in the plural community, were made by pro-endos.

Keep it up guys! It's working! We're spreading!

Sorry, I don't feel like rebutting anything here. I just appreciate seeing that our efforts are paying off!

The Future is Plural! 😁

Stop!

This talking point has been completely debunked.

System hopping was used by pro-endos 15 years before the earliest association with RAMCOA. The idea that it was a RAMCOA term is a total lie invented by anti-endos!

OSDD-1A and OSDD-1B are not actually official disorders. There is an OSDD. The first example, called OSDD-1 sometimes, gives two possible presentations. One with less distinct alters and amnesia, and another with no amnesia. But these aren't called OSDD-1a or OSDD-1b.

If your goal is education, this nuance is important.

Could it be because ASPEC people have dealt with a ton of exclusionism from some queer communities, and are more accepting of other people as a result? And perhaps they also recognize similarities between system exclusionists and queer exclusionists?

You're coming and posting in our tags!

That's why people keep interacting with you! "Plural" is a term coined by non-disordered systems, you've been told this, and you insist on posting in inclusive tags anyway!

You don't get to bust in someone's door, complain about them in their home, and then tell them not to interact with you! It doesn't work like that!

Funny how these are the only sources they can provide. And they exclusively deal with DID without even touching on other forms of plurality.

Anyway...

The ICD-11 says you can experience "multiple distinct personality states" without a dissociative disorder.

The creators of the theory of structural dissociation have said hypnosis and mediumship may involve self-conscious dissociative parts of the personality.

And Transgender Mental Health, written by Eric Yarbrough and published by the American Psychiatric Association (who publishes the DSM) says you can be plural without trauma or a disorder.

Sources repeatedly affirm that it's possible to be plural without trauma!

Anyone who claims it's impossible to be plural without trauma is either ignorant or lying.

And if you're going to keep spreading hate and misinformation, at least keep it out of inclusive tags!

#syscourse #pro endo #pro endogenic #anti endo #anti endogenic #sysblr #systems

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giac222 · 3 months

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I think one of the most annoying takes I see about TCOAAL is when someone says Ashley is solely the problem and that Andrew is completely innocent…💀 like did we play the same game?? Ashley and Andrew are the same, they always have been. Andrew just hides it better, but we see his mask slip in Ch. 2.

In a comment section on YouTube I literally saw someone say “Andrew needs to realize that Ashley is a bitch and leave.”… I rolled my eyes 🤦🏻‍♀️ lmao, like alright are we just going to completely ignore everything Andrew did? I’m convinced that person didn’t actually play the game.

I’m going to die on the hill that Ashley and Andrew weren’t born evil. The two of them are a product of their environment, especially Ashley. We see that her parents never cared about her and that her “friends” weren’t actually her friends. I’m sure we’ll see more of this in Ch. 3, I already know it’s going to make me sad ughhh. Ashley’s been treated like shit by everyone around her it seems except for Andrew. Andrew has been the only consistent presence in her life, the only one who’s ever been there for her. The flashback from her birthday was so fkn sad, but Andrew tried his best to make it special for her 😭. When she called him her favorite lemon muffin 🥺 yeah, she loves him downnn.

Ashley also has major self esteem issues which absolutely stem from her childhood. Again, I think we’ll see more of this in Ch. 3. She also has a ton of internalized misogyny, she’s had it since she was a kid. I’m like girl.. why are you like 10 calling other girls hussies? 😂 Seriously though, I believe she picked this behavior up from her mother. I mean where else would she learn those words and behaviors from? It’s very easy for kids to pick up on things. I really need the lore on Mrs.Graves because I don’t think she was born evil either. 🤔 The fact that she was a teen mom of 2 before the age of 18 is crazy. That also means her and Mr.Graves have been together for quite some time.

We know Mrs.Graves overall doesn’t care about either of her children, but it’s fair to say that Andrew was treated somewhat better than Ashley. I bring this up because I’ve heard stories about how some moms are easy on their sons while being very hard on their daughters. Also, I’ve seen someone else bring this up before, but when Andrew declines the olive branch and defends Ashley, Mrs.Graves doesn’t understand why and then she accuses him of sleeping with her. Why did her mind automatically go there? As if he couldn’t love Ashley for any reason other than sex. I think the reason Mrs.Graves said that is because of her own internalized misogyny and is projecting. Basically saying: If a man cares about you and does things for you, it’s obviously because you’re sleeping with him, not because he actually wants to do those things out of love. I could be wrong though, that’s just something I picked up on. So yes, I do believe Ashley got her internalized misogyny from her mother. I think generational trauma is definitely at play here, which is honestly just sad more than anything.

Andrew is everything to Ashley, he really is the center of her world 😭, and he’s the only person who’s shown her any type of love. We know she’s terrified of losing him and will do anything to keep him around. Considering no one else has stuck around in her life, it makes sense that she has serious abandonment issues 😞. Ashley can be abusive and manipulative, but I don’t think she necessarily wants to do that, she does it because she thinks that’s the only way she can keep him in her life… what she doesn’t understand though is that Andrew loves her just as much as she loves him, he would stick by her without any of that, we know this, even though he doesn’t show it as much. In ch. 3, I’m sure we’ll finally see him open up more and give her the affection and reassurance she needs. We see a glimpse of this in the questionable burial route when they’re on the bridge. In my opinion, I don’t see how people can call the questionable route the “bad” ending when both of them look the happiest, especially Andrew. I don’t think I’ve seen Andrew that happy at any other point in the game. 💀 he was fr in his element there.

Some people may not want to admit this, but Ashley is a victim as well. That’s why it’s frustrating to see people with the take that Ashley is purely evil and that Andrew is an angel who was manipulated to do everything he’s done. They’re both flawed individuals, but their upbringing was awful and the world around them is awful too. They live in a dystopian society. How they ended up was inevitable, and I’m not excusing their behavior, but they were failed by their parents and had 0 parental guidance. I mean my god, to make things even worse, their own parents sold them to organ harvesters and they were left to starve locked up in an apartment for months with no one else but each other. If they didn’t do what they did, they would have died. 🤷🏻‍♀️ They originally didn’t plan to sacrifice their parents either, they wanted to rob them and leave, but their mother came home and it screwed up their plans. Their mother absolutely would have snitched on them if they didn’t take action. We also know now that people are looking for them, hence the hitman. They literally have no choice but to be on the run. Their situation and actions aren’t black and white.

This turned into a very long post, sorry if it’s messy haha. I just wanted to get my thoughts out there because some of the takes I’ve seen on this game are horrendous. 💀 Thanks for reading if you did. ❤️

#tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #nemlei #kit9 #ashley graves #andrew graves #andrew x ashley #andy graves #leyley graves #andy x leyley #gravecest #coffincest #mini essay #didn’t expect this to be so long oops

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rin-and-jade · 10 months

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Psst.. there’s something important you have to hear:

People with DID and/or psychosis are still beautiful beings.

They’re not even close to being evil, they’re not monsters, they don’t want anything from you. (Assuming from the stereotype)

They have been given the weird look by people, they bared criticisms and fakeclaimings. They deserved the care just like anyone else..

They have invisible problems going on that people can’t see, they’re restlessly finding a peaceful life and have people that wholeheartedly will support them through up and downs.

If you’re one of the above, i understand your pain, you’re not broken or anything, you’re still as loveable as you can be. If you have a friend who is suspected of having either, here’s for you:

Show some patience, it’s not easy living with one because it can interfere with daily activities. Even by doing this, it helps a ton already.

Educate yourself, it keeps misinformation and stereotypes away,, it also prepares you with the knowledge which creates an understanding on what to do.

Tell them that you care, nobody wants to feel like a burden.. especially to the people they loved. Tell them how you could help, and be there in their hard times even if it may feel uncomfortable to be present at that time.

If you also suspect having DID/psychosis, there are many resources out there but i’ll do my simplified version:

DID: unexplained memory gaps, thoughts with distinct opinions, dissociating often, inconsistencies in identity, coming back to an unfamiliar place/new items/missing items/conversations you’re not updated with but had talked about.

Psychosis: experiencing hallucinations, delusions, incoherent speech or thoughts, confusion, experiencing paranoia, imbalances with emotions, feeling different or weird.

Psychosis usually happens in schizophrenia, bipolar and etc. But they can also appear when the person is having stress, trauma, and other factors. DID is also common to comorbid with BPD and other disorders so make sure to do a more thorough research before coming to an evaluation (it also looks different for everyone). Have a good day!

- j

#did #actually did #did community #did system #did osdd #dissociative identity disorder #plural #system stuff #sysblr #Jeducates #psychosis #Jsaid

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quitealotofsodapop · 3 months

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Honestly if it were up to Macaque he'd adopt Bai Zhe right then and there. Dame with Wukong. The problem is, Macaque is technically legally dead. Or at least, he legally doesn't exist at all since he died in the Tang dynasty so there wouldn't be records for him at all. Wukong is not much better because while he does have a lawyer for things like copyright and such... he still spent 500+ years in near isolation and doesn't technically exist in the legal system either outside if being represented by a lawyer of some sort. Not ideal for adopting a child, especially since adoption would include things like home visits, employment, a shit ton of paperwork. Luckily PIF cab get him in contact with Fire Star and Gold Star owes him for the whole... Mountain thing. Between those two he's able to at least legally adopt her in the eyes of the gods, but the eyes of mortals are a little different. It ends up being this weird situation where Bai He is being fostered by Pigsy and Tang while Wukong goes through the legal BS that is trying to get custody of a human girl when he is effectively a myth as far as mortals are concerned.

Then there's the matter of Bai He's possession. Possession of a demon is, sadly, not as uncommon in the LMK universe as you'd think it is, and it has lingering effects beyond just the trauma if done for an extended amount of time. The LBD had, effectively, turned Bai He half ice demon by possessing her for nearly a year. This means someone is going to need to tea h this little girl how to control her previously nonexistent magic.

Wukong's and Macaque's earth-legal situation is like that one joke in SU:

Especially seeing how Bai He has been declared Missing for the last few months - I'm not sure if the Metropolis CPS has a protocol for dealing with possession victims. Just walking up to anywhere and saying "Yeah, she's my kid now." wouldn't fly in the mortal realm.

I feel like Pigsy and Tang wouldn't mind fostering Bai He while the monkey duo sort out all the legal nonsense. It kinda makes the two nostalgic for when MK was smaller. I feel like they already got used to the kid showing up almost every day to eat noodles (a new comfort food for her since it was the first thing she ate after LBD left her body) and pet Mo.

I also love ideas where Bai He's possesion leave her with demonic abilities - mainly ice powers and maybe some bony markings on her body. Beyond the usual hurdles of adapting to become something other than human, Bai He takes it in her stride.

Bai He, making her eyes glow blue with power: "You're gonna have a Bad Time." Macaque (is training her): "...Is that a pre-battle call you've been working on?" Bai He, now embarassed: "No... its from Undertale." Macaque (knows she means a video games): "Oh. What does the character do after saying that?" Bai He, excitedly: "He grabs your soul and destroys you with magic bones and giant skull lazers for hurting his family!" Macaque: "Wicked."

Despite being opposite elements, I could see Redson and Nezha helping Bai He out with her new powers. They remember having an element they can't control. Plus the little girl is like a sister they never had.

#slow boiled stone egg au #lmk aus #lmk bai he #lmk ldb's host #sun wukong #shadowpeach #six eared macaque #liu er mihou #dad sun wukong #dad macaque #lmk tang #dad tang #lmk pigsy #lmk dadsy #lego monkie kid #lmk

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Wanted to flesh out and add more headcanons to this ↑, so that'll be under the cut!

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This post by my friend(?) Is basically what I mean by he's chaotic academia lol

⫘⫘ Messy as hell handwriting that only he can read, although sometimes he can't read it either and struggles with remembering what he wrote

i feel like he'd have a typewriter in his room for important notes because of this (no idea if those actually existed when idv takes place but we have cypher machines which seem pretty similar so-)

He's always, always doing something with his hands.

if he's not writing on his notes, he's doodling abstract shapes or concept inventions on them.

And if he's not doing that, then he either has something to fidget with or tinker on, or he's playing with his hands.

⫘⫘ speaking of hands, to me he only wears one glove because they irritate his scarred hand.

He should take regular breaks so his hands don't cramp and hurt, but he's usually so engrossed in his tasks that he forgets it's even a problem.

⫘⫘ He talks a lot! But sometimes it's not just the chatty type of talking but a cacophony of thoughts and ideas that his brain works him up into and needs to be dragged out of him by the only way he can.

If you're not his friend already and you end up on the listening end of one of these, as long as you don't actively recoil from it you've probably gained a ton of trust with him.

⫘⫘ Part of talking so much with everyone is that he has a lot of friends! But he doesn't really have many friends, you know? There's only a select few he trusts properly.

⫘⫘ His memory tends to go blank on things like the date or time.

He's worried quite a few people by not realising it was a holiday, and commenting on it with confusion.

More minor holidays like Easter and Valentine's Day are the easiest to forget, because people don't really decorate for them.

He has Several alarm clocks for timing, but he usually asks people to immediately come and get him if he's needed for something and isn't there.

Due to this, he's been part of things he wasn't supposed to be, because he generally trusts that he's just forgotten he was meant to be there.

Of course he has distorted dreams of the incident, but he actually has quite a lot that revolve around his prison time.

⫘⫘ He has a lot of night terrors. There's been so many nights where he's jolted up, heart racing, and couldn't tell what was real or fake or where he was for a while.

He was treated... extremely badly there. Any excuse to take frustrations out on a rich person was taken liberally by the other people. Prisoners, guards, all of them.

Lots of both physical and mental trauma helped to cement his broken mental state and lack of memory, as well. Being hurt like that is not going for your head.

After all, one of his canon dislikes are "implements of torture"

⫘⫘ He's pretty good at decoding when he decides to do a match! He avoids hunters pretty well too. Unfortunately, they don't like him very much...

He always HATES the rocket chairs. Not necessarily what happens after he's eliminated, although that's startling too. It's actually being strapped down to it that makes him panic.

He doesn't like being stuck to anything, and he especially doesn't like it when the hunters are usually nearby ready to hurt him.

⫘⫘ It's alright though, because he has his chain! He's augmented it in order to create the static charges you see in the matches.

There is just one teensy little problem. After coming to the makeshift hospital ward after blacking out while using his abilities a couple of times, he was asked what he did to keep his electricity generator from shocking him. He didn't have an answer.

As it turns out, he's rather numb in certain parts of his body. Including his neck. And as he was only focused on this invention being effective, he never quite realised that it might be a danger to have it near his already messed up brain.

He's trying to refine it so it doesn't do that, but he's advised to stay out of matches for now.

⫘⫘ he's not the best with self care. At all.

his hair is VERY messy, so it's tied in place with a lot of unconventional things.

Ribbons, wires, gears to wrap it around, clasps, and more. He even kept it tied with a pair of pliers one time. He just needs it up. It's a sensory thing.

But on a less light hearted note, he usually forgets to eat, and "forgets" to sleep while he's working.

If he does eat, he usually brings things like pastries from the main hall to his room.

And if he sleeps... The night terrors about killing his mentor are much more vivid when he jolts up to a desk that looks exactly as it always did back then.

⫘⫘ he doesn't work on his invention. He desperately wants to, but he can't.

Even for someone with good memory, trying to continue a project you last worked on YEARS ago, completely from scratch, is hard.

But he barely remembers what it was meant to do. His life's devotion, shattered to pieces in his mind because of a stupid impulsive accident he feels that he caused. It breaks him.

So he works on other things. Everything and everything will be tinkered with, because maybe he can remember what he wanted. Someday. Through desperate notes and ramblings and trying to weld the puzzle pieces together in his mind.

Grasping for it even as it slips away the more he tries to think of what it was...

⫘⫘ He has friends now. And he'll do whatever they want to do. Anything to distract himself from his plight.

They're the main reason he takes self care at all, besides keeping up appearances. He doesn't feel as alone when everyone is struggling with him.

His room is full of little gifts for them. Might as well put his knowledge to things that make them happy, right?

#identity v #idv #idv prisoner #identity v prisoner #idv luca

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sporesgalaxy · 4 months

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Whats is your ideal high school au zosan?

if youre gonna put the Straw Hats in a modern setting they still HAVE to be miscreants and freaks with insane trauma who regularly commit crimes.

I NEED Zoro and Sanji to be on the verge of flunking out and/or being expelled for fighting.

Zeff is making Sanji go to school so he can have a bright future or whatever the fuck but ALL Sanji cares about is helping run Baratie. Why the hell would he "do math homework" when he can COOK? That's the only future he wants anyway. So what if he also happens to love marine biology it's not like that matters and it doesn't help with his general education course grades. Also obviously he still gets into tons of fights because of his short temper and strongly held principles. He's probably got a reputation that, along with his workalohic tendencies at the restraunt, make it hard for him to keep friends.

Zoro made a promise to his late friend Kuina to become the greatest swordsman...in the sport of kendo. Zoro also struggles to care much about his classes. However, similar to Zeff, Kyoshiro won't let him completely give up on his education in favor of living and breathing kendo 24/7.

While NOT getting into fights and nearly flunking out of school would certainly make it EASIER for Zoro to continue competing in kendo, from what I've been able to look up about the rules of the FIK it's actually not impossible for him to get into kendo competitions even if he's a bit of a hooligan lol. Especially since his primary caretaker runs a dojo. So long as he can get some adults to vouch for him, like maybe the current greatest kendoka in the world...

I also don't think they'd go to the same school. If Zoro and Sanji are nearly dropouts, Luffy is definitely already a high school dropout, let's be real. I can't decide what sort of rougish illegal profession he'd be pureheartedly aspiring to on dry land right now (street gang leader?????), but he'd definitely have no interest in getting a regular education. So, it's no problem for this weird delinquent to befriend two other weird delinquents from different schools and rope them into whatever weird shit he gets up to between dine-and-dashes.

#1pc #asks #Nami would also NOT be getting her high school education in case you were wondering. Arlong would Not let her do that #1pc discussion

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blueberry-macaron · 5 months

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I'm in a salt mode so lets get into this

One of the biggest problems people had with the L//S is how poorly developed it's been and how less effort it has been put into it, And don't get me started how Adrichat and Maribug barely interact basically making the ship have 0 chemistry.

But then when ships like Lukanette and Adrigami came along, then there's some Toxic L//S stans who bash the characters (and doxx lukanette and adrigami shippers), with their only excuse being "ThEy R iN tHe Way of adr///ette/L//s (Mainly because they're insecure that Lukanette/Adrigami has Chemistry, proper development and effort and their ship doesn't)

I'm so sick and tired of the hate that Lukanette/Adrigami gets.

I'm so sick and tired of the hate that Luka/Kagami gets.

I'm so sick and tired of toxic L//S stans projecting their ship on every. single. damn. thing

I'm so sick and tired of seeing Lukanette/Adrigami shippers get d0xxed, threatened and bullied just because they don't ship the L//S or Adr//ette

Yikes, people doxxed each other because of ships?? For some reason I'm not entirely surprised. I've seen fandoms with super toxic people and the ml fandom sure can be toxic as hell. If you (general) get so worked up about people's opinions about characters from a kids show, you should be denied access to the internet and instead have access to tons grass to touch. But yeah, even just "normal hate" can be frustrating and discouraging, so it's best to just block those people. I completely understand your frustration.

Luka//nette isn't good because they were half canon, it's good because they have a meaningful bond and the root for drama is always outside circumstances and not the fact that they fundementally don't work together. If Mari wasn't Ladybug, they probably wouldn't have split up. That's why I love this ship so much. Besides, they never got in the way of anything. Realistically, no ship can get in the way of a confirmed endgame ship bc, well, it's endgame. So this argument is kind of falls flat (honestly most arguments against Luka//nette I've heard were either not really important or kind of a very outlandish interpretation of their relationship, I don't care about either.)

Heck, even if Luka//nette wasn't the rival ship but just friends in canon who interacted twice, who cares? Shipping isn't supposed to be serious, it's exploring different dynamics between characters and having fun putting them in different scenarios and have them have 6176310278 different first kisses. There's no rule that you have to be on board with the canon ship.

Now speaking of L//S developement (bc now I'm also in a salty mood and I have thoughts)

I and many others have already talked about how s1-4 didn't really do much with them. But I find it funny when people say that s5 did a great job developing they're relationship because... bitch where? I've watched season 5 (I have no self respect) and everything was confusing and over the place and I think that's bc the writers can't make up their minds about which problems the L//S might face actually matter and how they can be solved.

The season starts with Mari making a big deal about how loving Adrien is dangerous because hero stuff. Oh but actually it doesn’t matter, she likes CN now, problem solved! Oh wait no Chat friendzoned her and Adrien is pushing real hard for Adr//nette so they give up their fucking miraculous (in times of crisis I might add), problem solved! No wait, actually the new heroes suck so they take them back, but that’s okay bc being in love and being a superhero at the same time is actually no longer a problem for some reason! The actual problem is that Mari is incapable of expressing herself because she has trauma. And THAT’S the real shit because fucking everybody gets so invested they organize literal dates for them and watch from a distance until they smooch instead of, oh idk, letting them do things their own way. But actually that also doesn't matter anymore bc Zoe just confessed and Mari was so inspired she immediately ran to Adrien. Oh but Adrien is a senti without free will and he goes to england soon whoopsie. Also Gabriel and Tomoe are now Adri//gami shippers because of course we need an arranged marriage deal type of plot. Oh yeah there's also something about Monarch apparently having all the miraculouses but who cares amirite

See what I mean? There's no structure, no actually overcoming problems, it's just random shit happening without any connection to the previous random shit. The characters don't develop in a meaningful way. Mari's only life goal is making one cohesive sentence in front of Adrien and he's kind of just there. I mean he could maybe feel inspired by Marinette's passion for arts and crafts and try out some stuff or he could continue to have no direction in life. Yes, as a teen it's hard knowing what you want to do later in life, but Adrien doesn't even really have actual hobbies he can define himself through. The writers fail not only to develop the relationship as a whole but also the characters involved as people. They could as easily be a situationship where they meed every two days to make out and it wouldn't change anyting. It's just fan service here and there combined with shallow and forgettable dialogue (I think, there wasn't a conversation that stick with me at least) and idk this maybe works as a first love that maybe lasts for a year before they have a dramatic break up and then move on with their lives, But the show tries to sell this idea that the square will actually stay together forever (or have a constant toxic on-off thing bc that's the vibe I'm getting. Plus Bunnyx sort of implied that).

#ask #honeyblossom-20 #ml salt #love square salt #I can't really say much about Adr//gami since I don't really care for the ship that much #they're not bad but I kinda wish the show would've taken them into a different direction

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can you do an angsty fight with prompt #124 and #78 that could also end with smut, or whatever you feel like writing!

love foolish

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. angst, fluff ending tho, smut

warnings. winter from aespa makes an appearance but she’s a b!tch (it’s fiction!!!!), yn is crying :(, haechan is an idiot in this one, protected!! makeup sex, doggy style, face sitting, squirting, multiple orgasms, cunningulus, hair pulling

prompts: #124 “please don’t yell at me” and #78 “why are you crying?”

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you knew what you signed up for when you wanted a relationship with him, you understood the circumstances that would come with dating an idol. he does everything he can to make time for you. and you knew there would be times when you’re going to be second in his choices. and the understanding of that while doing your own thing in life is what builds this strong assurance holding you both together. so when he takes you out as a couple, why is it this time you feel so disappointed?

“well, i don’t know what you want me to do about it.” he exclaimed in frustration, his voice getting louder each time he opens his mouth.

and it scares you because of your childhood trauma, almost making you wanting to cover your ears and hide and cry under your blankets like you were seven again. he’s never raised his voice at you. you’ve had fights, obviously couples have them, but this one was bigger.

“i wanted you to stand up for me, donghyuck.” you exasperated with your hands. and if you paid close attention to his face you could’ve noticed how his eyes almost faltered when you said his name. you only say his name when you’re angry with him.

he tilts his head back, rubbing over his face with his hands. “baby, i can’t just cause a scene. i don’t know if you notice but i live around cameras.” he states in a matter-of-fact way.

you scoff, “you can’t or you don’t want to?” you push back.

he squints his eyes at you. “what?”

you feel embarrassed and humiliated like this. and you feel this way because in your head it makes sense and you’re getting frustrated by the minute to the point where your eyes are starting to water, because why doesn’t haechan get the problem here?

earlier tonight, haechan had brought you as a date to a party at the company building for this girl group’s album release. his members were gonna be there and a ton of other idols under the same company will too. and you were enjoying yourself, staying by haechan’s side as you get dragged to make conversations to his friends and coworkers. though you felt out of place, things were going smooth for you. until a girl came up to haechan like they’ve been childhood friends even going as far as putting her hand on his shoulder. you stand a bit behind him, not sure if she can even see you.

your eyes zoning out and blankly staring at haechan’s back before the girl finally notices you. “who’s that?”

haechan whips his head around, immediately smiling at you as he pulls you beside him.

“this is my girlfriend, yn. yn this is winter, or minjeong.” he chuckles at the end, finding it funny introducing her by her stage name and not her real name. you know who she is though. already familiar with the kpop industry and the popular songs, finding the music to be enjoyable. she was gorgeous. as if she didn’t outperform on stage she outperforms you by looks. she was about an inch taller than you and her makeup was like she was snatched out a beauty magazine. her outfit was probably costed more than your rent. and you’re sure of it by the way she almost mockingly stares at you, amused almost.

“ah, so this the girl. didn’t know these were your type.” she speaks up, sheepishly looking up at your boyfriend. not once making eye contact with you other than her looking you up and down.

your smile drops a bit at her words, subconsciously reaching for haechan’s hand to hold onto. needing some sort of anchor for the reassurance you crave.

haechan laughs so quietly that it seems like no breath is released. “what does-”

in the distance behind her, her name is being called. probably for photos but she quickly says goodbye by giving your boyfriend a hug with her arms wrapped around his torso that his hand absently leaves yours, she pulls away politely bowing at you before running off.

for the rest of the night, you were quiet. haechan reaches for your hand again but you don’t close yours on his. he doesn’t notice how you try to make yourself small, attempting to hide your form in the dress you had bought online (that was on sale) following him around, as he leads you back to the table where some of his members are sat.

“what?” squinting his eyes at you.

your mouth opens to answer him but you close it.

you find the confidence to speak a few seconds later while haechan stares at you waiting.

and it’s when you start speaking that the tears that threaten to fall, do fall. “you didn’t stand up for me when that girl came up to you.”

he tilts his head in confusion, trying to replay earlier tonight. “karina?”

you nod silently.

“what’re talking about? i introduced you as my girlfriend!” there his voice goes.

you shut your eyes before opening them again, “please don’t yell at me.” you timidly plead him.

“yn i’m not- baby, i’m not yelling at you.” he sighs, he’s trying real hard to not raise his voice at you and make this bigger than it has to be.

a pause falls between you two before you begin from where you left off.

you shook your head. “and i’m not talking about you introducing me as your girlfriend.” the tears falling harder.

and haechan’s frustrating emotions pause when he realizes you’re breaking down in front of him.

“why are you crying?”

“because i feel embarrassed for having to explain something that sounds stupid to you! and it isn’t stupid to me...” you verbalize, a heavy weight being lifted off your chest.

haechan stands in front of you, as he takes the time to stare over at you. your arms are wrapped around yourself in some sort of self-protection.

and it goes over his head what could have fabricated these emotions out of you. he honestly can’t remember a single thing about a girl tonight other than you, and he didn’t even have much to drink.

“baby,” he calls out to you softly. carefully taking steps to get closer to you.

you silently cry in your spot as you watch your boyfriend inch towards you.

when you don’t move away from him he takes it as a green light to comfort you, his hand cradles the back of your head as he cradles it to his chest. your fingers immediately curling into the fabric of his jacket as you shake with sobs.

“i’m so-sorry,” you choke out. tears freely falling and making wet stains appear on his jacket.

haechan softly rocks you side to side, murmuring the words ‘im sorry’ over and over into your hair.

“please tell me what’s wrong.” you pull away from his chest, sniffing and wiping the tears that stain under your nose with the back of your hand. you crouch down to sit on the floor, in the middle of your living room, tugging at his hand for him to sit down with you.

he sits criss cross across from you, your knees touching. he wants to reach over and grab your hand that’s nervously fidgeting with the hem of your flowy dress.

you mentally prepare yourself to open up and express how tonight made you feel, how your boyfriend made you feel tonight.

“you didn’t stand up for me when karina said what she said.” you admit, too scared to look at your boyfriend’s face.

his mouth slightly opens as he tries to recall what had happened when winter stopped you two. and then it dawned on him. when winter had mentioned she didn’t know you were his type. and he was going to ask her what that had meant but karina was being called by her group and she just left.

“baby i was going-”

you hold your hand up, “wait.” you stop him. “and she was all over you, touching your shoulder and hugging you like i wasn’t there. like i was non existent. and i didn’t like how that made me feel. if it’s a me problem, i’m pretty sure i’m not insecure because i feel secure with you, you make me feel secure with you. but when she was all up on you it made me feel small and inadequate. i don’t know i just never felt this way. i feel so disappointed in myself and i thought i was disappointed in you but it’s me. and i’m sorry for making this bigger than it is but it frustrated me that you couldn’t see the issue.” you tell him honestly with slumped shoulders. your sudden interest on the hem of your dress increasing, his hands slowly in your vision to grab it. placing his other hand over yours and bringing them to his lips.

your head snaps up to look at him.

“baby i’m sorry i made you feel like it was embarrassing to voice out your feelings. i never– i never want you to feel like that.” he deeply sighs, a shamefaced expression on his face.

“i’m sorry for the way i was talking to you earlier too. i never intended to raise my voice at you but i did. god, and i made you cry.” he winced at his previous actions, clenching his jaw.

you took your hand out of his to lock your fingers together, softly soothing the back of his hand with the pad of your thumb.

“it’s okay.” you whispered.

“and winter, oh the next time i see her i’ll for sure tell her–“ your eyes widen in shock, and you slap your hand over his mouth.

you shook your head scared. “you’re not gonna tell her anything. don’t cause trouble please.” he laughs under your head before you feel his lips touch the inside of your palm. his other hand goes up to hold your hand against his mouth in place. kissing it over and over.

pouting, “fine. but i still wanna talk to her– as coworkers.” he responds, his tone almost sounding as if he was asking a question.

you chuckle, before his eyes turn serious.

“i’ll be more observant next time baby, i swear. you’re my only girl. only you.”

with your hand that he was holding, he tugs on it past his back, pulling you to sit on his lap.

you nod, your tears ran out and you’re relieved that you got that off your chest and silently pray you’ll never experience something like that again. “i know.” you mumble breathlessly, as you cup his face into your hands.

maybe time stopped when your lips met his, only focusing on how soft haechan’s lips were, how addictively he invaded all your senses. there being raw emotion in the way your fingers tangled up in his hair quickly. as if he couldn’t get enough of you, haechan kept his eyes half open, sneaking a guilty peek at you every time he came back for air. the look of pure list as you reached again halfway for his lips, desperate to have them on yours again.

“i want you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“you have me.”

it didn’t take much strength to get to your bedroom, both your strong desire for each other pushing you both.

haechan wasted no time closing your door behind him and tossing you onto your bed, you beautifully sprawled out for him and his eyes only.

he presses his knee onto the bed to crawl over you, his hands on each side of your head and his knees on either side of you.

he wants this to be gentle. planning this with care the minute your lips touched his earlier in the living room. he knew you still felt shattered, the events of tonight and his clueless actions that had left you feeling broken. and he wants to be careful gluing your broken pieces back together.

when he was above you, his forehead pressed against yours and your lips centimeters apart from touching, his warm breath tickled your lower lip. just having him above you like this made you wet and clench around nothing.

your hand comes up to cup the right side of his face, your fingers playing with the hair by his ears. “you don’t have to be gentle.”

his heavy-lidded eyes, glared down at you. “baby-”

you shook your head, “please, i really want your fucking dick in my mouth.” you laugh quietly.

haechan’s eyes penetrating you before lowly chuckling at you, flopping down beside you.

“so hungry for my dick aren’t you?”

you sit up, biting your lip as you make yourself comfy, your sensitive center sitting on top of his growing bulge. you press yourself harder on him, making him hiss and roll his head back, his jaw and neck making you hungrier for him like a vampire.

his hands gripping your hips to stop you.

“don’t play dirty princess.” he warns you.

smirking, your hands slipping inside his shirt to hold his waist and you lean down and kiss him deep. whimpering into haechan’s mouth, his hand came up to cup your face, holding you close as you moaned.

haechan’s lips were soft, tongue sliding into your lips with ease as you latched around it, sucking on it roughly haechan gasps, but you held on, as you bob your head back and forth.

you release his tongue and snaked yours into his. pushing it in and sliding it back out, steadily and deliberately. haechan’s eyelashes fluttered, as he tugs your body in closer to his, needy moans in his chest. you drew back from his mouth, haechan panting in front of you, you cheekily smile down at him and his swollen lips as your mouth and chin are glistening from spit.

“fuck, you can suck my dick later but i need your pussy in my mouth right now.” he lifts you off his hips, switching positions with you.

before you could even protest, haechan’s tongue touched your soaking wet slit, lapping greedily as he watched the way your face contorted in pleasure. making him moan into your pussy, coating his tongue with your sweet juices.

“fuck, fuck, oh my god,” you moan, your jaw tightening, your fingers trailing down to your chest as you tug at your nipples.

“tastes so fucking good, so fucking good.” he panted hotly into your core.

your back arched as haechan increased the suction, your head tipped back against your pillow, biting down hard on your bottom lip that you swear you start to taste blood.

your orgasm hits you like a truck, hands flying to haechan’s hair, screaming your boyfriend’s name, thighs threatening to clamp shut if it wasn’t for his strong grip on your thighs spreading them open.

he groans, drinking it all up, literally sucking the life out of you.

when you start tugging at his hair harder, whimpering under him, he draws back, lips shiny and glossy with your cum. a triumphant smile plastered on his face as his tongue swiped over his lips. the action arousing and obscene all at once.

haechan lifted your limp body and twisted you around so you were lying on your stomach, he hoists your lower half so your ass is pressed against his half-clothed body. you whine at that.

“hurry up.” you wiggle your hips in front of him. haechan ignores you, quickly stripping off his briefs. if you weren’t facing the wall, you would be able to see haechan’s cock straining against his boxer briefs and the precum that stains it. but no, haechan is having his way with you. his way.

you were growing impatient as you hear haechan rip open a condem, and rolling it down his length. wishing it was your hands feeling his warmth against your fingers and not his own.

haechan placed his hands on the bed, on either side of your arms, your hands reaching to grip your blanket in anticipation.

“you’re so cute like this, just for me, pussy on display just for me.” his hands wrap around his cock, teasingly sliding it over your glistening entrance.

“please,” you breathed. “push it in.”

without wasting another second, haechan forces his cock deep into you. he curses at the sudden rush of pleasure, eyes rolling back into his head. and fuck, were you trying so hard not to clench around him, because holy shit haechan’s cock filled you up so good it was unforgivable.

haechan moaned, lowering his head, his brown locks falling like a curtain. his eyes staring down at how your milking him and swallowing him in, nails digging into your hips.

“fuck, hyuck...” your chest tightened, feeling yourself getting wetter around him.

haechan raised his hips and pushed back into you, clenching his jaw. continuously slapping his hips into yours, the lewd sound of clapping skin makes you clench around him.

“shit, fuck baby. you’re so wet and so fucking tight.” he bit his lip and began to go slowly but rough. your pussy squeezing his entire dick when it was inside of you.

your inappropriate sounds and his were so loud none of you cared about the sound of your bed from ikea that was squeaking. you gently spur on haechan, telling him to go faster, making your body shudder with pleasure, your mouth open and tongue out as you gasped for air.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum. you’re so fucking sexy.”

you whined pathetically into your sheets, liquid gushing down haechan’s dick and lower body as you came, core tightening while he fucks you harder, grunting.

he bends down so his back pressed against yours, sloppily placing a kiss to your shoulder as his hand moves to your chest, pinching your nipples, lengthening your orgasm. you squeeze your eyes shut, pleasure overwhelming your senses and consuming you.

“you’re doing so good, fuck you feel so good.” you whimper, feeling another ograsm washing over you, you might pass out.

the feeling of your tits bouncing in his hand and your praises leaving your lips, made his eyes darken fixated on the feeling of being inside you.

your pussy was throbbing, making you squirm and wanting to collapse but haechan held you while he rammed into you.

“wanna come on my tongue again baby?” you gasp, frantically nodding.

“so needy for my tongue.” he hums.

he lies down on his back, while you’re slightly standing up with your feet on both sides of his head before you lower yourself onto your knees.

he licked a fast stripe down your slit, making you hiss at the sensation of his warm tongue. your hands pressed against the wall, as you lower your head to watch as his used his hands to spread your lips and push his tongue inside your pussy. he rubs his nose against your sensitive bud, his tongue sliding up and sucking on it, which drives you insane. haechan making you come for like the third time tonight, your eyes closed and hips rocking against his mouth.

“oh my god, fuck i’m cumming!”

your body trembles as you squirt on in his mouth. the nasty sounds of him loudly slurping and licking hungrily, making you cry out his name.

your literally squirming above him, mind hazy and heartbreat racing as you open your eyes and climbing off of haechan.

you practically plop down on the spot next to him, still recovering from your orgasm, as you move closer to lie on top of haechan. your eyelids fluttered closed, making haechan chuckle softly.

and after you both lied on your messy bed, haechan carefully takes you to the bathroom to clean both yourselves up. you wanted to stay in bed and just close your eyes and let sleep take over you but haechan wanted you to be clean before you both sleep. knowing you’ll regret it the next day and be all grumpy. promising to make you breakfast in the morning.

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doodlegirl1998 · 21 days

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I REALLY hope the latest leaks aren't true...

I REALLY hope I'm not seeing what I think I'm seeing...

AFO manipulated Tomura from his very conception since Hana was supposedly "too old" for him to do it to her. Which is INCREDIBLY stupid!

And not only that, Izuku also ended up losing BOTH of his arms! Like he hasn't had enough shit thrown at him than he already did!

And not ONLY that! The other characters started to show up and saying they'll take care of AFO!

So the Main FUCKING Character doesn't get the final fight to himself! He's crippled and has to rely on the other characters to do it for him!

What a fucking joke of a story! How can anyone read this and think this is good story telling!?

Hi @theloganator101 👋,

This story is a complete joke now.

The truth of Tenko's backstory and all the Kotaro and AFO friendship shit is just ridiculous.

Hana being too old feels like a lazy excuse as to why AFO didn't use her. Sure, AFO would have a harder time with her, but a kid accidentally murdering their whole family would make them susceptible to manipulation through that trauma whatever their age.

Izuku losing both arms felt disgusting to see. The manga panel was so gory. The poor kid has already lost his quirk he worked so hard to master, then his arms on top - he's bleeding out and distraught because of that, along with Shig dying. When help arrives, no one - not even the adult hero present - (FUCKING AIZAWA) is rushing to help him.

Aizawa gives an overdue apology (using Izuku's first name, that feels unearned and OOC), which well - I'll be blunt he fucking should be sorry. Aizawa didn't teach any of 1A this academic year (only someone outside his class!) then threw them all (including those who had problems with thier quirks) to the wolves against the biggest villians in Japan. He's lucky 1A aren't perma-dead yet (but some might be soon with Izuku's state and Ojiro, Sero and Sato rushing ShigAFO 😬.)

I have never seen an MC humiliated like this. Never have I seen an MC not be able to fight their own battles or achieve their goals quite like what Hori has done to Izuku recently.

How can Izuku be the number 1 hero, or be a hero at all, armless and quirkless?

How can he save Shigaraki when the villain is dead?

How can Izuku continue to fight at all, let alone against AFO, in the state he is in?

Izuku began the story as a quirkless civilian boy, and he looks like (if he survives) he is going to end it as a civilian again - quirkless as well as armless with a shit-ton of PTSD.

Rather than the, as previously promised by Hori, next number one hero.

This is not the manga I gleefully began investing in.

This has become morphing over time into something else entirely - a bastardisation of the original premise of MHA - My Abuser Academy.

I am so angry. Never have I felt bait and switched by a manga as much as I have this one.

#mha critical #bnha critical #anti aizawa shota #anti AFO #izuku deserves better

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the5n00k · 9 months

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Trauma is not a competition (long post)

‼️Spoilers for the ghost and Molly McGee season 2!‼️

And 1 but that's a year old so I assume you've seen it already

Just like the title says, Trauma is Not a Competition. And somehow, Molly and Scratch understand that better than most people out there. Heck, better than most people I know in my own family. Let me explain:

All trauma is equal, if it traumatized you and changed you as a person, it doesn't matter what it is. It could be so much as a bad dentist visit or your house burning to the ground in front of your eyes. Trauma is trauma

I've heard some people imply Molly's trauma is not as bad as Scratch's because she's younger or hasn't endured the same pain of losing everything after death. But she did lose everything. Multiple times. Now I personally believe they've been through equally as terrible shit but even just saying that is reductive because it doesn't matter what my opinion is because trauma is equal.

For an in universe explanation of how the characters understand this concept, let's look at season 1:

As early as episode ONE, Scratch is empathizing with Molly. He doesn't remember Adia at this point or even care about Molly as a person, he just met her. But his expression changes in a very peculiar and specific way. He puts his walls up right after this though.

First Day Frights is a prime example of him going out of his way for her feelings that everyone points back to but what Really stands out to me are the two bandshell episodes and Saving Christmas. Molly gets repeatedly beaten down by circumstances out of her control and her positivity is sapped out of her. And it freaks him out. He can't stand to see her like this and does EVERYTHING in his power to return her "annoying" positivity. Perhaps he's empathizing subconsciously from a life full of disappointment? But regardless, he deeply cared about her problems from the very beginning. They mean just as much to him as they do to her

In Home is Where the Haunt is, he knows she's had to move a lot, leave behind a ton of friends, and that he means so much to her because she thought she'd never have to leave him. Everywhere she went, he was there because of the curse, he couldn't leave either and she must have unintentionally gotten security from that feeling, knowing he's always there. So when it broke, and she knew it broke, (she says "I've been thinkin..." she was probably thinking about the curse being broken for the entire month the month the McGees were homeless) he saw her worried and instantly comforted her. In the goofiest goofball way possible (while also low-key avoiding the issue) but that's just how he does things, he's not good with the feelings stuff so using humor is his next best option most of the time. But his "see? I'm not goin anywhere" was probably the most genuine we'd heard him be up until this point.

I don't know if he ever considered leaving but even then, what's the point now? He finally had everything he ever wanted and Molly needs him just as much as he needs her.

Moving onto season 2

Even in situations where he can't directly relate to her like in 100% Molly McGee, he tries his best to help her feel better. He's terrible at giving advice but he still tries his best. It really means a lot to me that even when he was bunging up the entire inspirational speech, he tried naming something he knew always cheered her up (that being "puppies")

He stayed up probably all night with her cramming in as much Thai education as he could with her just so she'd feel less inadequate around her family. Season 1 scratch wouldn't be caught DEAD (again) putting in that much work. He was even trying to help her through the dinner scene (even if they were both getting overwhelmed)

Most of the time, even if he can't directly relate, Scratch does Everything he can to make Molly feel better and that's the sign of a good friend. That's emotional maturity I wish more people had quite honestly. Now I've rambled about this dumbass (/affectionate) enough, where's Molly fall on this?

Well first of all I'd like to start this by saying she literally separated her soul from her body to save him so girlie is also willing to do Anything for him.

But most of her emotional encouragement comes from season 2, let's take a look.

A Soda to Remember is a good example of this. For as much as she really wanted to learn more about Scratch, she understood how scary it must be to suddenly remember a past you've completely forgotten. She was willing to let him make the choice himself and that is HUGE emotional maturity for a 13 year old. Like some adults will pry more than her, but she's more than okay with giving him his space if he wants it, even after putting in all this effort to get him this soda. It could have been a huge waste of time for her but she was still willing to give him a choice and to me that just solidified how far they've come as best friends.

Now here's the really spoilery part, PLEASE don't read until you've watched All in the Mind

You have? Okay, good. Anyways

Molly is once again (understandably) thrilled to learn more about Scratch by experiencing his memories first hand. I've actually had a talk like they had on the boat with my family and friends that was very similar, she just wants him to open up and be honest about his feelings. Because keeping it bottled up (ha) is a recipe for disaster. She probably knows a lot about how much that hurts because despite all the pain she's endured, she has to keep this upbeat, chipper attitude to keep enhappifying others. She has to keep moving forward. I wish we got an episode where she just Acknowledged all the shit she's been through at such a young age but eh, beggars can't be choosers.

After Scratch admits he kept the Adia memory a secret, she isn't mad. She's just confused and a bit sad about it. She just somberly asked "why didn't you tell me?" She's a little hurt about it, obviously because she's his best friend, but she realizes how hard that must be to talk about, especially after how scared he sounded the entire time. And she reiterates what she told him in A Soda to Remember:

Then, they see the memory together.

(small aside, I think it's interesting with how many parallels there are to Molly and Scratch's relationship and Adia and [Scratch]'s relationship that Molly would see the blurry memory and ask "is that us?")

She saw the moving truck pull away, she knows now. She's been the one pulling away too. Countless times.

Both of them, regardless if it was s1 ep18 or s2 ep12(?)b, did NOT hold any resentment towards each other for being on the other side of the situation. A selfish asshole like scratch could very easily say "well how would you know? You're the one always leaving! You have no idea what it's like being the one who's left." but they're better friends than that. They both understand how much that entire circumstance SUCKS from either side. So she empathizes with him by mentioning how it feels to have people leave. Each time probably burned into her memory, no matter how short her time in any town was.

And she uses his own words to her to comfort his worry before he even expresses any. She recognizes how terrible that must have felt for him just how terrible it was that they had to move out of their forever home for a while. She remembered him comforting her after they moved back in and she began to worry about the broken curse. They both recognize how deeply hurt each other are by no longer having the people from their pasts in their lives. And they both reach out with nothing but empathy and understanding. They even extend the same care and compassion towards feelings they personally haven't experienced. Because they're best friends.

Might get a little personal here but I appreciate that they aren't one-upping each other constantly with whatever problem they currently have. I've had people do that to me and it's honestly discouraging and keeps me from opening up because it makes me feel like my problems don't matter. But their problems matter to each other, all of them. Even the stupid little problems they have, all of them matter

"If it upsets you, it matters" is something I've been told when I refuse to open up about something because I think it's dumb. And basically that's their entire relationship. If it bothers one of them, it matters to the other

I just think that's beautiful and a good, healthy friendship. Nothing is one sided, they both deeply care. They're both deeply flawed. Both deeply traumatized. Both deeply loving (platonically of course)

Ramble over, I have no idea if I got my point across At All because I had to stop writing this like. Three times to do something else lol but I think I got it. Hope you enjoyed me pouring my heart out because of Molly and Scratch. It will happen again. This is a threat

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