#like this post and i'll hit you up for plots specifically with her

[pastel-peach-writes]

Can i get a caitvi x fem reader who is short and they tease about her being short?

Coming right up!

Shortstack | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Cait + Vi with a short gf

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Feminine Terms, Cursing, Short Nicknames, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– I've said this before and I'll say it again, Vi will call you shortstack.

– Now, I also said she won't call you that if you don't like it, but for this post, we're gonna say you do because it's all in good fun.

– Moving on!

– Caitlyn and Vi love having a shorter girlfriend.

– Caitlyn loves holding you and squeezing you tight in hugs while Vi loves picking you up and throwing you over her shoulder.

– CaitVi also love having you in the middle of hugs or cuddle sessions because they can squish you between their bodies.

– (Also it means you can't escape from their hold unless you're granted permission)

– When it comes to teasing you about your height specifically, they tend to have fun.

– Sometimes they put things on high shelves and watch you struggle to the items you want

– Another thing they(Vi) do is pretend they can't hear you or see you because you're so short

-"Sorry, what? I can't hear you! Cupcake, you hear something?"

– Sometimes Vi would purposely bump into you and claim it happened because she didn't see you.

– No, Vi. You saw them. You're just an ass LMAO

– Speaking of ass, Vi will always hit your ass when you reach up to grab something. Or even bend down.

– Tbh, she would do this regardless of your height. Her excuse would be, "but it's right there! what am i supposed to do?"

– While Caitlyn appreciates your bum, she's the person who prefers your thighs.

– She loves when they double in size when you sit down, when your thighs jiggle as you walk, and when you wear shorts or clothes that show off your legs so she can stare at your thighs.

– She'll try to be secretive about her obsession, but Cait is obvious as hell.

– If you're a lapsitter, Caitlyn and Vi will pull you onto their laps. For Vi, it doesn't matter where you are.

– You could be at a bar, in a meeting, or chilling at home. She will always pull you onto her lap.

– For Caitlyn, she's more reserved. She prefers to have you sit on her lap at home, but if there's spare time and she's alone with you and Vi in her office, expect to be sitting on her lap.

– Vi absolutely loves to carry you. whether that's bridal, on her shoulders, or on her hip like a baby, you're being carried.

– Caitlyn likes to carry you too, but she's way more gentle than vi.

– Vi carries you and throws you around like a ragdoll.

– She'll launch you onto the bed, nearly breaking the frame, and then she falls on top of you to bury her face into your chest.

– Now don't get her wrong, she can be gentle too, but it's so fun seeing you flounce and flop around like a fish out of water

– OMG! One thing Cait and Vi do is throw you over their shoulder.

– If you're a part of the angry short gf stereotype, they'll throw you over their shoulder to get you out of a situation.

– Poor Cait has two angry gfs. (she'll deal)

– If you're not a part of that stereotype, they'll throw you over their shoulder when you're being stubborn.

– You won't move? Okay, swoop. Oh, you don't feel like going to work today? Too bad. swoop.

– They love doing that to you. Your reactions are glorious.

– Sometimes you'll playfully kick and throw fists and other times you'll whine and complain

– Vi will tap your ass, "reassuringly" each time while Caitlyn will sigh and shrug with a smile on her face.

– You don't even mind being picked up though

– you like knowing they can "handle" you and you get a front-row ticket to their beautiful thighs and ass LMAO

– okay, finishing this up, but on the same topic, Caitlyn and Vi will casually pick you up, move you out of their way, and then put you down again.

– it'll be like: "Good mornin' babe. *picks you up, moves you away from the pantry, casually gets coffee*" LIKE HELLO???

– Caitlyn and Vi will also pick you up and spin you when they're excited about something or proud of you.

– Vi's hold is bone-crushing and she spins you until you get dizzy while Caitlyn's hold is tight and she holds you by the legs instead of your torso like Vi.

– MMMM that's all i have for now! if you guys have extra headcanons, drop them in the comments below or inbox me!

WC: 747

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[bonefall]

Now this had me thinking... Would Willowpelt die in the same way as canon (although to another creature im assuming since bb!badgers aren't as dangerous as they are in canon)? If she's getting kept around longer, maybe Cricketclaw is the one who sacrifices herself instead? That sounds like a fitting way for her to go, considering she couldn't protect her own siblings?

I feel like I should add a TM to anything that I'm working on in my drafts that has significant progress and is blog-plot-relevant, that will explain something exactly like this LMAO

Forgive me I am, at heart, a bear that eats half a salmon and then forgets I had a fish at all

Willowpelt's brush with death is staying, and is actually a bit plot relevant in Firestar's Quietus! I have a very specific scene which is actually totally written out-- actually fuck it, I'll just post it here

Context and narrative purpose of this scene:

Firestar is informed of a boar on the territory, and gathers a little scouting patrol to try and figure out what sort of hog it is.

VERY IMPORTANT SEGWAY. Because of how Willowpelt gets bitten here and Firestar loses a life saving Sorrelpaw, they all end up in the Cleric's den where Ferncloud is telling a story both to practice her new job as upcoming Educator and to comfort everyone.

The fact Willowpelt is not dead is how I get Littlecloud away from Runningnose and Firestar

Runningnose has a hunch, in this moment, that goody two-shoes little Firestar might be the perfect person to help Brokenstar, and teases the visions and revelations he's about to have

Establishes that boars are the new Big Bad Beastie of BB

Presents Sorrelpaw's epilepsy and demonstrates how it is a danger to her safety

(this is a lot of buildup but this is actually pretty short lmao)

So anyway before I let you go on to the readmore and a preview of Firestar's Quietus, no one takes Willowpelt's death here, and Willow is going to hang on for longer. I wanted to make sure I have a good amount of cats to kill off in the carnage of the White Hart's destruction.

Wherever Cricketclaw dies, it will be for a purpose. Either to show how bloody the TNP conflicts are, or in a greencough epidemic because I'm trying to make sure those aren't just "Kill a bunch of randos offscreen" disease anymore.

WILLOWPELT'S BOAR

The patrol is Sandstorm and Sorrelpaw, Willowpelt, Longtail and Sootpaw, and himself. It's just supposed to be for scouting, hence why the apprentices are coming along.

Unfortunately the hog has other plans, lunging out of a bush and going for Sootpaw

Willowpelt jumps in the way and gets bitten instead

Sorrelpaw acts quick, slashing its sensitive nose, drawing its attention and bolting as fast as she can

RIGHT as she crosses the Thunderpath, her body goes limp and she falls to the ground

She is having an absence seizure, and fallen flat on the road

The hog is hot on her heels, bowling after her, when a monster screeches to a halt out of nowhere

The hog is frozen in the headlights, Firestar bursts into action to pull Sorrelpaw out of the road

(i hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums) BUMP BUMP

The boar and Firestar have been hit by, have been struck by, an automobile

When he sees StarClan, they're about to greet him with love. But their faces turn to shock and fear, the scenery becoming sinister and trees falling down.

A fifth oak tree is crashing down towards them. Firestar stares at it, dumbstruck.

Just before it strikes him, his eyes snap open

Firestar resurrects with a burst of energy, dragging Sorrelpaw off the road and into the safety of a fern on the ShadowClan side

The humans are coming out of the car to examine the boar they struck, but Firestar doesn't have time to consider that or his vision.

Littlecloud's head pokes out of the foliage and he springs into action, checking them both for injury. Breathless, Firestar points behind him and rasps, "Willowpelt!"

Littlecloud nods and bolts across the road.

Runningnose saunters out from a different angle-- one where he would have been able to see the road. Everything that happened.

His gaze is unsettling as ever, pausing, eyeing the leader up and down.

He starts tending to Sorrelpaw, then mumbles,

"Brave of you."

"It's what any leader would have done."

"No. It's what you always do."

Firestar doesn't know how to respond to that, but he's glad Runningnose isn't staring at him anymore.

But continues, "You will learn terrible things in the days to come, Firestar, and StarClan will not answer the questions that find you. If you seek the truth, meet me by the mothermouth on the night after the next gathering."

Sorrelpaw is leaning up now, her eyes dazed and confused, as if she's trying to figure out what happened.

#So Crick could still get killed in the Boar Attack of BB!TNP #But I'm unsure yet. It's not a pressing matter either though #Because I also wouldn't mind just keeping her around until a Po3 epidemic #But there's THREE deadly events in TNP so it makes the most sense for her to meet her maker there. #Firestar's Quietus #better bones au

[hana-no-seiiki]

Saw that post you made a little bit ago and was hit with an idea (ow)

A yandere that tries so damn hard to hold themselves back from crossing boundaries because while their love is, in fact, incredibly twisted and probably unhinged, they do love their darling. Hearing that Darling never had anyone respect them the way they deserved really grinded their gears. So the Yandere asks for permission before giving hugs, kisses, ect.

Is it out of genuine respect? Is a ploy/plot to gain Darling's affection a bit faster? Up to you, I'm very tired. I'll also let you decide how successful the Yandere is at Not Crossing Boundaries

My yans in general are yans because they have no sense of boundaries, do not care about these boundaries, or expect you to have no boundaries because they have none themselves.

I think the only yans in my roster that will definitely respect that in a direct sort of manner are the Midnight Darling (Yan! College) ones. Purely because the reader there is at the top of the foodchain and they have a system for organization’s sake. Most of them would still stalk you, or ‘feel’ you indirectly by taking your stuff. But if you ever voiced it out, they’ll make sure that no one messes with the lines you’ve set.

That being said, they do expect a reward and will very much coax it out of you if not outright force it if enough time has passed by that they get impatient.

Try not to implicate who didn’t respect your boundaries, unless you want them dead or humiliated to death. Though I do see them hunting your family members down since that’s where stuff like that usually happens eitherway (totally not speaking from personal experience h a h a)

Particularly speaking, Justin (Yan! Jock) is actually the best at keeping his hands to himself. He’s great at adjusting. You just have to not tick him off or intentionally provoke him and he’d basically do whatever you wish. He cares more for how he can serve you rather than how you can reciprocate his feelings.

Amir is also very good at respecting your boundaries. Physically speaking at the very least. He is incredibly bad at verbal boundaries and can easily say something real bad at the worst times, but he does apologize and feels awful afterwards. He does awkwardly hover over you sometimes and is too shy to ask for permission, so you have to read him yourself to know when to ply him with kisses.

The worst for respecting your boundaries would be Yichen (Yan! Himbo)

What are boundaries? You’ve been bros for forever! Friends don’t have boundaries! You guys should always be open to each other! And y’know what he’s been feeling rather pent up lately. Won’t you be a dear and jerk him off as you sit prettily on his lap?

God while his is more innocent in nature, there’s also someone I haven’t written specifically here yet but have been brainrotting in dms w/ @not-a-bot-just-shy . Caterpillar (Yan! Ex Goon/Now-A-Villain) who just doesn’t care entirely. You’re hers whether you like it or not. Who are you to set boundaries when she owns you? Possessions don’t have rights much less should have the ability to say no.

She’s very similar to The Scientist (it’s in the name) who doesn’t even see you as human. Reader in that story is a monster so it makes sense but 🤷‍♂️ i dunno sounds kinda fucked up-

but yeah, a lot of my ocs are crap at it ngl. They’re needy sluts.

#hns.ask💌 #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere imagine #yandere fic #yandere oc x reader #yandere core #yandere x darling #male yandere #yandere male #yandere hcs #yandere headcannons #yandere x reader imagine #yandere scenario #fem yandere

[man11c]

Xavier x Reader - Maybe a few more lessons. Pt 3.

Plot - During second term, you join Nevermore academy. One of the first things you do is join the archery club, and from there you get to know Xavier Thorpe. At first he seems head over heels for Wednesday, but maybe at some point he'll see something in you? In school, you go through many dilemmas which you need to solve.

Part 3

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Just as you thought, an assignment. It was only the start of the second week of the second term and alresdy an assignment hit you across the face. You dreaded the thought so you slouched in the seat and hid away from everyone around you. You were in your own world, thinking of other things that had nothing to do with the class. In the background, your teacher was blabbering on about things no one had real interest in.

"Students, for this assignment I've paired you up as this is a shared project. Both parties In the group have to show their effort in this. So I'll call out the names." And there she went, calling out pairs she had made up. Some people were pleased, other not so much. You were still day dreaming, losing yourself in a train of thought until your heard your name being called. "(Y/n)....(y/n)!" The teacher raised her voice to snap you back to reality. You slightly jumped before looked at her and muttered your apologies under your breath. "Now that I have your attention, you'll be paired with Xavier Thorpe for this project." Well that wasn't bad was it. You nodded to the teacher and then looked over at xavier who sat a few seats infront of you. You were slightly startled to see he was already looking at you with that sly grin of his. The two of you exchanged smiles. For the remainder of the class, the teacher further explained on the assignment. Expectations and specific things. That was really all the lesson consisted of today. The end of lesson swung around fast, and you were packing up your things. In your head you were trying to plan out how to approach Xavier about this. You liked to be organised so you tried to plan it all out in these few moments.

Before you could finish thinking, you were interrupted. "(Y/n)!" Xavier called to you. You noticed how Binaca scurried away the moment he got close. She really wasn't a fan of him. Turning your attention to a hazeled eye man, you looked at him as if asking what he wanted. "Will you swing by my dorm after archery...I doubt Bianca wants me in her dorm." The last part Xavier mumbled to himself, avoiding looking at you for a moment. "Its for the project of course." He added trying to make it less awkward for the two of you. "Yeah, that sounds fine. It's good to get a head start on these things." You told him with a calm smile that curved up in your lips. Relived, Xavier ran his hand through his hair. It fell back into place. He had it down today. "Then I'll see you later (y/n)" Xavier spoke to you softly as he began to walk off out of the class. You did the same and said bye to the teacher on your way out. Already you started to think through the project and executing it in your mind even before you got to it. You cleared your mind, that was for later after all.

5:29. You already stood at the archery court, picking out your equipment. Xavier already got used to you showing up early. So he made sure he came bang on time. "Hey you weren't late for once." You spoke to the footsteps approaching you. Xavier scoffed and shook his head. "I'm literally never late. You are just too early." He said dramatically as he alresdy went to grab a bow and a few arrows. "Uhuh." You joked on as you aimed your bow. In the few lessons you've had with Xavier - you definitely improved. You wouldn't tell him that however. "Fix your shoulders." Xavier said sternly as he leaned againts a post and watched over you. Obliging, you fixed your shoulders, ruffing them up before they fell into the right place. "Like this Mr Thorpe?" You mocked him as you rolled your eyes. Catching onto the blatant mocking, Xavier straighted out his back. "Actually... no, push your right shoulder back a bit... and fix your posture. Also your hand should be lower." Well he was petty now. All his criticism followed with a short laugh, which made you laugh in turn slightly. "Right right." You said as you fixed yourself up and tried to please the bossy man next to you. "Now that's a lot better (y/n)." Xavier mused to you. "This arrow is about to go through your skull Xavier." You threatened him, not with seriousness. Not yet at least. Xavier put his arms up in defence and backed up a bit from you. "Sorry sorry." Xavier said.

Focusing for a few moments, you looked at the target and took a deep breath in before letting the arrow go. Again it missed your desired target, but at least it hit. Your arms dropped as you graoned in frustration slightly. Not getting something first try really bothered you. Maybe you were too much for a perfectionist. "You'll get better eventually, especially with my help." Xavier took that moment to boost his ego and give him sly comments. You shot him a peeved joking glare. "I think, I'm failing because of you." Xavier looked slightly offended by that comment and went ahead to pick up his own bow. "Yeah, whatever you want to think. (Y/n)" of couse his cocky ass had to one up you and hit the bullseye perfectly. It only annoyed you more to see how proud and smug he was.

The two of you continued for a longer, a lot of was Xavier really picking at you and making sure you perfected it. And you moaning about it because it bothered you. But atlast it wad wrapped up. Xavier took the gratitude to clean it all up as you stood there watching him. "You know, sure like to boss around." You spoke up to which he replied with a laugh. "Well yeah that's me." He jumped back upto his feet, and he stood taller than you once again. "Okay, now let's head off. Because we have that assignment to discuss." You don't even reply, you just follow behind him to his dorm.

It was what you'd expect an angsty boys dorm to look like. But it seems like he had no dorm mate. "You don't have a dorm mate?" You ask him while you take a quick glance around the room and some of the things inside of it. Xavier went ahead to his desk and sat some of his thing down. "No, not anymore. Something happned with his last semester." Xavier said casually, not seeming to be bothered by the absence. You go ahead and welcom yourself in and walk deeper into the room, shutting the door behind you as you walk in. For a few moments you just stood awkwardly waiting for him to say something. But Xavier was busy grabbing his note pad and a few pens to get the project started. "Oh you can sit down." He motioned to the bed with his head. You just sat down and stayed silent as you waited.

Seeing as he was getting organised, so did you. Laying out your notepad and a pen which you fiddled with in your hand. Twirling it around your fingers. "I already have a few ideas we could go over, I noted them down so I don't forget." You said showing your notes to Xavier. He leaned over and looked at them. Pondering as he did so. His hair falling forward, but he tucking it behind his ears as he continued on reading. He hummed to himself as he thought. "Hmm." Xavier paused before parting his lips to talk again. "I quite like the sound of this one. So let's do something with that?" You nodded and smiled at you.

For the hour or two spent in his room, you two began to map out a few things and establish who did what. He sat next to you on the bed, his legs crossed over with his notepad resting on his knees. You looked at your phone to see the time. Thankfully it wasn't too late so you could stay for longer. Xavier looked at you and tilted his head to the side. "I think we did quite good, do you wanna wrap up here?" To that you nodded, you were tired out now. Standing up from the bed, you starched out and heard a few joints cracking. "I'll go now. Since you have my number...from god knows where. You can text me when you want to do this next." You looked at him raising your brow, still having queries on where he got your phone number. "I'll walk you to your dorm, its dark now." Xavier too stood up and let his stuff just lay on the bed. That was for later. "Do you think I'm defenseless Xavier Thorpe?" You pressed the question onto him as you alresdy made your way to the door, which he followed you shaking his head. "No. But weird shit happens at this school...so I wanna be cautious. Plus your knew." Xavier told you as he peered down at you with his calm gaze. You didn't make a fuss and instead let him walk with you.

The halls were now lit with dim lights that set a nice mood. It was still cold though. They were mainly empty with a few stay students lingering around. Xavier knew excalty where to go, so there was no need to lead him. He walked close to your side, occasionally glancing at you to see if you were looking at him. A soft perky smile on his lips. When you got there, you looked at him and gave him a greatful smile. "Well, thank you for walking me. I'll see you later Xavier." Opening the door to your room, Bianca was inside and she definitely heard you say his name. "Yeah, I'll see you later (y/n). Night." And for a moment he caught the eyes of Bianca who looked displeased. But quickly shutting the door, leaving Xavier to his own. Bianca said nothing... just looked at you with something in her eyes. You should have thought this through better.

You said nothing either, instead you got into your bed and straight onto your phone to see a text from no other but Xavier : Xavier - 'good work today. We'll ace this.' You smile at the nice text and tuck your phone away. Today was another successful day. Now you got to enjoy the rest by sleeping.

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Ending on a slightly bitter note with some Bianca and Xavier beef... but we are all here for it. Also... its like 4am so I'm sorry if there's a shit tone of spelling mistakes

Part 4 out now ❗️

Word count : 1767

#Spotify #xavier thorpe x you #xavier x y/n #xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday series #x reader #fanfic #percy hynes white

[ineffableigh]

Timeline of Suspicious Events Brain Dump - PART 3

You know the drill at this point. Off we goooo! [Part 1][Part 2]

"Maggie and Nina are depending on me!" Azi's really drunk his own Kool-aid at this point, or he's putting on a complicated show to pretend this is a serious endeavor. Giving away a valuable book just to trick Heaven? Something's really not adding up.

Another weird noise for the logs: A bassy 'whoosh/boom' noise right after Mutt says he has anniversary dinner with his beloved spouse and the camera pans to Crowley. Not sure it means anything, but it did stand out to me lol.

Something that stands out to me a lot as well, assuming it was done deliberately (I don't know the actor) - Mutt seems to be having an awfully hard time handling the cards he's currently sorting. Like, after he says 'no' at first, I cannot figure out what he's trying to do with his right hand.

Also of note: The mysterious Bird Box is nowhere to be seen in the shop, even though MANY of the set items are identical to the 1941 scene. Where that bird at??

"Under no circumstances can I there be for tonight." ... what? This has to be on purpose, right? I'm digging, I know, but that's what we do here lol.

Big sad empty warehouse for the Demon Legions. Why on earth (or in Hell) is Hell so short staffed? Where them demons at?

DANGER...osity!

"I can only be there 'til 7" so that's a half hour window for the meeting, at least for Justine. Fair, she can only handle so much of Azi's painful French lol.

The metal barrier just outside the cafe is... awfully snake-y isn't it?

"Looking where the furniture isn't..." is definitely going to be VERY important. Crowley absolutely knows something about losing AND regaining memories and it's been telegraphed all season.

Michael has eye earrings! This feels like a huge tie-in with Maggie's all seeing eye necklace.

Skimming through the rest since I've gone through it multiple times through other posts, but quick takeaways include...

Ms Cheng looking at the Pub before she goes in. Suspicious given we know that's the Hellevator, but have no reason to believe she'd be looking for someone else coming from that direction as the cafe AND record store are the other way.

Mr Brown has to be suspicious because we HEAR him getting mulched by demons when he's taken, but he survives? WEIRD.

Maggie's main character moment as I mentioned in my 'Thoughts about Maggie' post.

Azi seems very genuine when explaining the Coffee Shop Love Plot to Nina, so maybe he really did believe he was helping. I don't get why they steamrolled past her already having a partner, both the lads knew it. It's weird for that much.

Maggie blankly standing by the open window in range of trash is weird, especially since she like Activates and Becomes Brave right after.

I do wonder... how does Shax know Maggie couldn't pay the rent? That seems awfully specific. Like REALLY specific.

Throne, Dominion or Higher Crowley - what a way to drop that info! That moment hits so hard lol.

"Institutional Problem" I wonder if we'll learn more about The Fall next season. What was it that actually triggered it (in this universe)?

I love that the archangels clearly interact with each other SO LITTLE that no one even knows if Gabriel actually has his own bloody desk lol. Talk about isolation.

Huh. I wonder why Shax didn't get discorporated by the Exploding Halo...

You know who else is wearing a damn turtleneck? SARAQUAEL. OOH. COVERT AGENT? HMMMM

No one looked at the damn box, I still can't believe it. Everyone was so busy Being In A Story that they didn't think of it lol.

Analysis of the last chunk of the episode has been done to death, so I'll finish by underlining that it's SO awfully convenient that Maggie INSISTED that she and Nina talk to "them" while Aziraphale was waylaid by the Metatron.

In fact, it's Very Fortunate that the Metatron made a point of going and sitting at JUSTINE'S CAFE out of sight of the bookshop AND Nina's Cafe. Otherwise Nina might have been like hey you, get in on this chat! Like he knew that was the plan...

Plus the fact that they do that even though Justine's cafe is clearly CLOSED. I doubt she'd be chill with that so I guess she's not around.

Anyway that's enough so here's the TLDR:

The Metatron pretty much just LETS Gabriel escape, knowing that the Archangels will go down and muddle about trying to investigate.

We still don't know why Michael thought they had the right to strike people from the Book of Life. The Metatron seems to think that's out of the question, so where did that idea come from in the first place? It was a major driver of the early plot this season.

It seems convenient that Maggie cried about Nina RIGHT before the Angels arrived to inspect the Jimbriel miracle, and then RIGHT AFTER THAT, Mr Brown (of Brown's World of Carpets) shows up to set up the venue. That alone, all happening in the span of maybe 15 minutes, is a LOT.

It really feels like much of the plot was specifically orchestrated to keep Aziraphale and Crowley apart and NOT TALKING to each other. They keep hiding shit from each other to protect each other, but just hamstring themselves.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #ineffable husbands

[nitewrighter]

Hi! I wanted to ask for a book recommendation! I'm doing a "get out of your comfort zone" kind of reading challenge and one of the prompts is a book recommended by a librarian, and you're a librarian, so. I'm generally pretty omnivorous, though I lean toward fantasy and I don't particularly enjoy modern literary fiction or things with sad endings. I read a lot, so maybe something more obscure?

You're a treat to follow on Tumblr, so I feel like you'd give good recommendations. Thanks in advance!

Hmm, well it's probably within your comfort zone, and I don't think it's that obscure because it got some buzz on here a while back, but for fantasy one fantasy read that I enjoyed recently was Legends and Lattes, which is like... THEE coffee shop AU to end all coffee shop AU's. It's about an orc mercenary lady who retires and starts a coffee shop and strikes up this very soft slow-burn romance with a tiefling-looking succubus. And there's THE WORLD'S CUTEST RATKIN BAKER. But I'd categorize that more under 'cozy autumnal read.' I feel like T. Kingfisher is also a pretty popular author on here, but I really loved "Nettle and Bone"---good blend between Fairy Tale Tropes and solid worldbuilding there. If you're in the mood for a more ~gothic~ read I've also enjoyed both "What Moves the Dead" and "A House with Good Bones" by her, as well.

For something kind of obscure--I mean I wouldn't say it has a ~happy~ ending but it's a very short read and a fun ride--"Your Favorite Band Cannot Save You" by Scotto Moore was really fun. It's cosmic horror meets kind of dotcom era music journalism. Oh! Another über-short cosmic horror read that kind of defangs itself by being fun! and cheeky! is "Walking to Aldebaran" by Adrian Tchaikovsky.

Another short read, and also part post-apocalyptic part western featuring lesbians: "Upright Women Wanted" manages to hit all my Louis L'Amour plot point bells while also being kind of... intensely introspective about like, masking and closeting and it manages to up its own western tension vibes because of it. Though honestly if you're looking for sci-fi lesbians *specifically* I'd recommend "This is How You Lose the Time War"--not that obscure because it won the Hugo award, but it's also like "If you haven't read it yet, WHAT ARE YOU DOING."

Gosh let me know if you've already read a bunch of these, and I'll see if I don't have other recommendations. I love recommending stuff SO MUCH.

#book recommendations

[powdermelonkeg]

Tears of the Kingdom: The Final Analysis

Part 1

Everyone buckle up, this is going to be a long one.

The new trailer dropped this morning, giving us a LOT of content to look forward to—everything is in its final state. The cutscenes, the models, the plot, the voice lines.

We're at the end. Any more surprises will need to be in-game.

Our intro shot. Nothing we haven't seen before, to start, save for maybe that strange block over on the sky island to the left.

Hazarding a guess, I'd say that this is a piece to be used in an Ultrahand construct. It doesn't look to be a typical building, at least.

We get past the clouds and see Hyrule's horizon, and we get a feel for just how high these things are.

Look, down there. THAT is Farosh, at the peak of its flight.

The isles are so high up that it'd take an insane amount of glitching to get there without using Recall.

On top of that, we have multiple tiers of height. Hyrule is INCREDIBLY vertical this time around.

We're then given a shot of the sky isles up close. Again, nothing too notable, but-

The construct fighting this Chuchu does imply that they're here to protect the isles, rather than just be enemies. Despite their hostility, it isn't due to any sort of malice corruption, like the Guardians.

One of the working constructs from the gameplay teaser is chopping at a tree, backing this theory up; they're here to work on something, and the attacking ones are their protectors.

Next, we have Link diving down past the biggest building in all of this. This is the one from previous trailers that's been mostly obscured by clouds; given the amount of isles surrounding it, I'm willing to bet that it's a central hub of sorts.

The world has curvature, which is a nice touch—we might be able to see what the land looks like beyond Hyrule if we get up high enough.

Goddess cube? It doesn't look like it's resting on anything.

This thing interests me most in this shot, though; it's got the same kind of spiral we've seen coming off of the Sheikah shrines, but this is definitely NOT that. If anything, it looks like it's generating the spiral.

Then we have the lower part of the structure, with what looks like an altar and landing pad.

Moving past it, we see the ground.

Red circles of malice, though we haven't had a chance to see them up close yet.

More Zonai glyphs on the ground

But most importantly, a very distinct lake.

That lake is at the southernmost point of Hyrule Field, meaning that Link's skydive here is likely right above the center of it.

Then we get our logo drop.

As well as probably the biggest glyph to date.

However, unlike almost every other one we've seen, we know what this is.

See the crest at the peak of it, the way the figure hunches over, the big circle that could be an eye?

That's a Lizalfos.

Why are the glyphs monsters? Is it indicative of a challenge? An outbreak?

Link flies on

And we see the glowing spire. It's got four distinct spotlight sort-of things. It's in a similar spot to the Lake Tower, map-wise, so it might be a corrupted Sheikah tower despite its silhouette.

Link runs through a grassy field. We can also place this one:

A river separates a forest

There's a bridge

And an island

That's the southeastern edge of Hyrule Field. Specifically, that island is where Magda (aka Flowerblight) gets upset if you trample her flowers on the way to Hila Rao shrine.

However, this disqualifies this thing from being a Sheikah tower. The closest tower is the Dueling Peaks tower, and that's in the water further south—which would be further to the right than the screen shows. The only thing in the area this thing is placed in Breath of the Wild is a Korok.

Also, what is this??? It looks like a portal, or something you would fly your Loftwing through in Skyward Sword. It doesn't SEEM to have magic in it, but that might just mean it's inactive.

And I'll have to make this a multi-parter because I've hit my first image limit. I'll edit this with a link to the next part once it's posted.

Edit: Part 2!

#totk #loz #zelda #analysis #theory #long post

[toh-tagteam-au]

are you gonna try to flesh out s2 first and then post the synopses rapidfire like you did for s1? or post them as they get done?

I'm going to try and flesh out the main and sub plot of season 2 first, and then release them as I actually finish writing the synopsis posts. Hopefully after fleshing it out, it will be rapid-fire since I'll know what I'm doing lmaoooo. Season 2 isn't as,,, solid? As season 1? It's a weird balancing act I didn't know NEEDED balancing until I started really writing the season 2 episode synopsis posts – I want to be able to set up things early in the season so they make sense later on.

There's some really specific set-up I need to incorporate into the episodes to make Hollow Mind, King's Tide, and Season 3 itself really hit, but it's proving difficult as there's so many moving parts. There's King's titan situation which I want to differentiate from canon instead of copying the Echoes of the Past, Knocking on Hooty's Door, Edge of the World development; there's Luz's situation in the Emperor's Coven and her... whole deal that develops; and then there's Hunter's ongoing subplot revolving his relationship with curses. Out of these 3, the King situation is currently being the most difficult.

I know how season 2 ends, it's just a matter of getting there realistically and setting up season 3 that's being a pain. I'm lowkey planning on seeing how Watching and Dreaming wraps up the Collector situation, bc that might help knowing how the series ends.

#ask

[ectonurites]

thoughts on convergence batgirl?

ah yes i did mention i have problems with it in a tag last night which i imagine prompted you asking this.

on the one hand, in 2015 it was a 'made me cry out of joy to see Steph back in the Batgirl suit at all' sort of thing, so i'll always have a certain fondness for it. i do think it has some good moments (like the one in that above linked post) plus Steph & Cass as roommates my beloved.

BUT the major problem I have is that I think the premise is inherently flawed—I think it's way too out of character for Steph to quit being Batgirl/a vigilante the way she is shown to have done once the dome appeared. And that sorta bleeds into the whole story, it's a driving force behind how Steph & co are dealing with the Convergence situation.

Steph’s resilience and unwillingness to ever give up anything—no matter what the world threw at her—had pretty much always been a defining characteristic for her. The only times prior she’d ever ‘given it [being a hero] up’ were temporarily while she was pregnant (because. obviously) and when it was entirely not her choice post-War Games (because Leslie faked her death and brought her to Africa, but basically the second she got back to Gotham she was being Spoiler again).

Being a hero is something she had to work so hard for. It's something that she was told to stop doing over and over again—by Bruce, by Tim, by fucking everyone—but it's the thing she wanted to do and it's the way she wanted to help, so by god she was gonna do it!

And once she became Batgirl, that determination to be a hero only intensified:

(Bruce Wayne: The Road Home — Batgirl #1)

Like... this is her last page before the reboot:

(Batgirl (2009) #24)

Literally saying 'it's only the end if you want it to be' in rebuttal to Babs mentioning an end, and following it up with 'Here we go' as she swings off into the early morning to keep Batgirl-ing—in her last appearance before continuity is about to reboot and make her disappear entirely for a few years. This page is like the clearest example of showing how Stephanie Brown is a character that will carry on being a hero—doing what she loves and thinks is right—even if things are ending all around her.

So I just can't comprehend looking at that and saying 'yeah, when an emergency hits, she's gonna give all this up ASAP'. It just feels like it contradicts the very nature of Steph's attitude on being a hero and will always rub me the wrong way.

Then, a smaller thing that also bugged me on the reread of Convergence Batgirl I just did is how Tim/Steph was handled.

Because they were apparently together as Red Robin and Batgirl pre-dome which then led to the 'Tim ghosting Steph because she quit being Batgirl' breakup... but them being together was not the case nor really the trajectory things were headed towards last we saw the post-crisis versions of them. They had never gotten officially back together after Steph's death in War Games—like there were a few kisses and obvious feelings that were still present when she was revealed to be alive right around Batman RIP, but after the shit that went wrong at the end of Robin '93 they were very much so NOT together anymore. And when they had the chance to get back together during the Red Robin/Batgirl crossover they very specifically didn't.

So it just feels like... IDK, randomly added in drama for the sake of drama, that felt like it didn't add anything meaningful to the story besides... connecting an action to the already-seeming-ooc 'Steph Quit' plot point. But like, I think there easily could have been a story of rekindling their actual old relationship—without adding in this off-panel getting back together and breaking up thing—that would have made them getting back together again at the end feel way more satisfying.

[direwombat]

wip music monday + last line tag

tagged by @simplegenius042, @jillvalentinesday, and @inafieldofdaisies for some wip music/last lines

most recent line(s) from the werewolf au (the plot is starting to plotten <3)

Deputy Pratt stands near the front door, speaking quietly with the coroner and turning an almost comical shade of green. His hand is pressed to the lower half of his face, covering his mouth and pinching his nose shut as he pointedly ignores the gruesome scene before him. 

and most recent lines/paragraphs from katc ch.5 (syb is uh...not doing great)

Microwave dinners and takeout eaten alone. Nights spent drinking herself into unconsciousness because it’s easier to do that than to suffer with the Hell that is her own mind. Days upon days spent on the road, measuring her life in the miles ticking up on her odometer and hooking up with random people in bars just to remember what the touch of another person feels like.  No laughter or singing coming from the kitchen. No television or radio playing softly in the background as someone goes about cleaning or doing laundry.  No life. No family. No love. No hope.  No future.  Just a lonely, unfulfilling, miserable life, hurtling towards death as quickly as she can because there’s nothing worth living for.  A life she can’t return to. She refuses. She needs to find [Augustine]. 

song + lyrics under the cut

no specific songs are directly inspiring any of my wips, so take one that's been hitting me in the syb pov jakesyb feels

Like a virgin, a Madonna (Madonna), on my knees praying for a hunter You got a wild heart in your cage Little death, but I want another and another and another I want it bad, and I got no shame (I got no shame)

Just put your hands around my throat, ain't been to Heaven but I'm close Your love is a murder, your love is a murder I'll let you touch me sweet and slow, just take my body and my soul Your love is a murder, your love is a murder

In your bed just the way that God made me, cover me up, baby Just lay me in the dirt 'til I'm pushing up daisies, oh-oh You got a dark side, and it don't phase me, cover me up, baby Just lay me in the dirt 'til I'm pushing up daisies, oh (ooh)

tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton, @strangefable, @adelaidedrubman, @cassietrn, @poetikat, @strafethesesinners, @confidentandgood, @miyabilicious, @trench-rot, @g0dspeeed, @josephslittledeputy, @aceghosts, @madparadoxum, @voidika, and anyone else wanting to share some wips/music

(and if you want to be included in (or removed from) writing tags, like/reply to this post please!)

#pratt nearly vomits at a crime scene in the werewolf au (dont worry syb and eli are fine...for now) #and please...enjoy(?) a VERY heavily dean winchester coded syb moment for katc #ch 5 of katc needs some major tlc but i figure actually finishing a draft first will be easier than starting over #or...rather more /helpful/ than starting over anyways

[clangenrising]

Hi! I wanted to do something similar to this, but I’m terrified of burnout… do you (or anyone that does something similar that happens to see this) have any tips for avoiding it?

This is a great question. I've spoken a bit about it here, but I'll see if I have some more specific advice for Burnout

I think the big thing is to know your capabilities before you commit to things that aren't sustainable. For instnace, I know that I can produce about... an art piece every week or so when I'm busy (and more if i get inspired but never count on that). So I decided to post at least once a week and I made sure to build up a queue about a month in advance so that i have time if I don't have the energy to draw one week. My decision to post 'in real time' has also helped this, since I only need to post if stuff is happening rather than every week without fail.

Also, make sure you follow your bliss. I like Scorch a lot, so I write a lot about Scorch and her plot line. I try to hit all the big points every month but if something isn't interesting to me, I'll make it a smaller piece or throw it in the background of a piece about something I'm actually excited about.

So to recap I guess, 1) draw/write what excites you and 2) give yourself a buffer of queued up pieces and only commit to making as many as you know you can do sustainably.

And probably don't worry about taking a break if you need to. Your audience will understand <3

If anyone wants to add their thoughts to this, please do! I'm sure lots of people would love to hear how you fight burnout.

#not art #asks and answers #clan gen #clangen #clan gen blogging #clangen blogging #burnout #tips and advice

[strangesmallbard]

have u ever shared the lore of torlynn's guardian/dream visitor? :O

i haven't yet! at least not directly—i have posted about the oc she looks like: torlynn's previous girlfriend, a human storm sorcerer/oath of the ancients paladin named thalia adrian, who died in terrible circumstances about a century ago. specifically, she's the version of thalia that torlynn first met. when she died, she was about 40 human years old.

those terrible circumstances happen to be extremely plot relevant! anyway, like many people, i always headcanon the guardian as someone significant in tav's life, either someone who previously guided them and/or haunts them. and thalia—and those terrible, plot-relevant circumstances of her death—haunt torlynn so so so much! especially awhen the party enters the shadowlands at the beginning of act 2 . eyes emoji.

something else important: in addition to all the cool things above, thalia is also a bhaalspawn. if you know bg1/bg2 lore and raised your eyebrows at thalia's last name, you are very correct: she's actually gorion's ward, the protagonist of the first two games. (i haven't gotten a chance to play them yet, so all my info is from various wikis. i definitely plan to, though!)

the full torlynn/thalia story has expanded into many rooms in my mind palace, so i'll put the rest under a read more for anyone interested haha.

HISTORY:

a century and a half before the events of bg3, torlynn was a high harper based in the sword coast. before that, she served the harpers since her early 100's, participating in multiple campaigns/adventure parties across faerûn for the next three centuries. a century and a half before the events of bg3, torlynn was a harper before she was anything or anyone else, wholly dedicated to the cause. she also took her leadership role very seriously and gave up most personal relationships as a result, even amongst fellow harpers. she also became more careful than the unreserved, reckless, hotheaded person she'd been in youth.

more important context: torlynn's mom was a powerful necromancer and well-known in her academic circles. back in the day, she'd do all sorts of necromantic experiments in the baldur's gate sewers, as so much weird shit happens there. including bhaalist cults every few centuries or so. when torlynn was still in school, her mom went missing down there and absolutely everyone stonewalled her when she tried to find out why, including her dad (shareholder at sorcerous sundries) and the flaming fist (who she briefly joinde after graduating wizard school). she eventually determines that bhaalists were involved, but never found any trace of her mom.

SO when sarevok causes problems on purpose in baldur's gate, torlynn is right in the thick of it for both harper reasons and personal reasons, pulled to the home that hadn't been home in a very, very long time. (frankly unsure if this counters bg1 canon but this is also my mind palace <3). and then she meets thalia: bright, kind, reckless, very chaotically good, and a bhaalspawn. and a sorcerer, which simply doesn't help matters regardless of how torlynn is a wizard who cannot stand the company of other wizards. (parents made her go to wizard school).

RELATIONSHIP:

they ummmm do not hit off right away. although torlynn very much believes in the harper tenets of Free Will and Liberty Over Systems, she's also a big fan of rules and organization and systems that facilitate free will. and, of course, breaking rules and systems that are stupid and don't make sense. (this all very wizard of her, but don't tell her that) (thalia tells her that, repeatedly). she also doesn't trust thalia's dark urge for very valid reasons. this all manifests in clashes that annoy everyone in the general vicinity. but this is a classic enemies-to-lovers, babey! they experience trials and tribulations, defeat thalia's loser brother, and fall very hard for each other.

their relationship is always a bit tumultous, as they don't stop clashing about the fundamentals. bhaal is also determined to make thalia succomb to her urge, meaning her bhaalspawn dreams get a lot worse around torlynn. but these bitches love each other! they're mutually obsessed! lesbian devotion > your shitty dad, every time. their differences are ultimately complements; torlynn grounds thalia, helping her perceive things like fantasy spreadsheets and consequences for your actions, while thalia helps torlynn find that balance between her Great Harper Responsibilities and like, having fun lmao. experiencing life to its fullest extent after spending her own protecting others. [insert a 50k relationship development fic here].

LET'S JUMP 20 YEARS:

in that time, thalia has also joined the harpers, albeit in a less formal capacity. she and torlynn spend half those years together and half apart as thalia 1) avoids murdering her, and 2) searches for other bhaalspawn across the realm, determined to save them from their urge. (she rarely succeeds. according to the wiki page for gorion's ward, something that sets gorion's ward apart from other bhaalspawn was their supportive upbringing, which very few have). at some point, they hear about a weird situation brewing beyond the mountain pass. some guy named ketheric is causing problems on purpose and shar is involved. can't be good.

and man, you know most of what happens next. the harpers join forces with the druids from the grove and together they defeat ketheric and his dark justiciars. in this version of the story, however, they almost lose. their forces have dwindled into nothing and help isn't on the way and torlynn's best ranger flew off the fucking handle and started torturing enemy scouts. one night, huddled under a tent, shar's darkness already clinging to every corner, thalia brings up a strategy they haven't considered. dire to be sure, but don't these people deserve every dire strategy we have left to give? aren't you always saying that to win, we must sometimes be willing to lose? torlynn says Under No Circumstances Are You Allowed to Do That. i will make sure you never have to do that.

thalia bristles; she hates when torlynn pulls rank. (when anyone pulls any type of rank). she doesn't say anything else because she doesn't want to get mean. torlynn is too terrified to say anything and too ashamed of her fear to talk about that either. so they don't talk again, not until that final battle when another fucking shadow squadron crests over the field and thalia Does Just That.

that being: assume her slayer form, succombing to the very urge she dedicated her entire life to fighting. and because the slayer's only motivation is Kill Everyone, there's only one way to stop her from turning on the harpers and the druids after the dark justiciars are all dead and gone. and torlynn makes sure she's the one to stop her. she owes that end to her. she wants to hold her one more time, even if what she's holding is a very scary creature with lots of pointy limbs.

AFTERMATH:

when the war is officially over, torlynn is not well. like fundamentally just had her belief in anything shaken and stirred and then exploded and also exploded again. she's dedicated her life to this cause and now the lands are cursed and thalia is dead, turned into the monster she hated. perhaps her mother was right about everything turning to rot, so you may as well use that rot to your own ends. except torlynn is bad at rotting, so she goes to bother her mother's god about getting her girlfriend back. but, well, thalia isn't with myrkul. she's with bhaal. and he's noooot letting her go so easily.

that's when torlynn loses that last grip on her previous life. she deserts the harpers, throws herself into necromantic research, and decides she's going to rescue thalia from bhaal if it's the last thing she does. she spends about 75 years doing this. and then something too complicated for this already too-long post happens that causes her to abandon this mission. winds up teaching 10-year-olds how to conjure ice at her old school in waterdeep, still adrift and bitter and mostly unwell. that's roughly her status quo until the nautiloid scoops her up from the road between waterdeep and baldur's gate.

CONCLUSION:

anyway! the emperor sees this big ball of noxious grief in torlynn's mind and is like Oh fuck yes a little bowl of seeds for me (perfect circumstances to manipulate the scary, highly-competent elf lady). he would have succeeded but torlynn has the power of friendship and gay sex with karlach on her side.

HEY, THEY KIND OF LOOK LIKE TALDER?

you got me there! torlynn kind of started out as an alder uber; i wanted to make an older lady oc who was both a magic user and some kind of military commander. besides their penchant for repression and the way grief is a huge part of their stories, torlynn wound up pretty different overall! thalia shares some physical traits with tally, but she's also taken a life of her own since that initial Haha Wouldn't It Be Funny If brainstorm. if anyone's interested i'm very happy to elaborate, but this is already too long LMAO. p.s. if you read the whole thing i love you

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #tav bg3 #bg3 tav #torlynn alderstar #yell.txt #fashionablyfyrdraaca #ask #thank you so much for asking!! apologies for writing a wiki article!!!

[eddiernunson]

Trapped | Eddie Munson | Part 8 | 18+

[This isn't a very accurate title anymore but I don't know what else to call it?]

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Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9.9k

Warnings: One mention of risky public sex, (sorry there's only one smut scene), there's about two total specific sentences that I wrote that I would consider cringey, but when I took them out it didn't have the same bite to it. All of my other chapters were meticulously edited. I barely skimmed this one. Apologies for that.

MINORS DNI

Authors note: I think this is the last smut scene I'll be presenting to you in this story, as we have caught up with canon. If any smut scene in the next Chapter it would be right before Hellfire, and I'm pretty sure I'm placing her in the game, making that the last time they see eachother before Chrissy is killed by Vecna. I just wanted to communicate I had a lot more intentions before catching up to the show, I wanted to establish more of a relationship with his band members, write a scene where Corroded Coffin performs, have far more scenes including Dustin (he's so fun to write), but I fear I was very ambitious as I had a hardcore schooling program in January and will pick it back up in March. I had so much fun writing this story, thank you to anyone has cared about it.

I'm sorry to inform you if you wish for me to change Eddie's ending, I don't think I will, which makes this chapter all the more tragic. It's interesting to write someone talking about their future when you know they won't have one.

My original plot points will cease and I will pick up with the main story line for now on. The only episode that has me remotely stumped is Dear Billy which is the only one Eddie doesn't feature in. I hope to bring the canon story line justice.

The last few days of December were spent filled to the brim with get togethers of in several different combinations of the members. Unbeknownst to you, Mike and Eleven had only had a few hours together alone for the entire holiday, creating a terribly irritable Mike in company leading to her departure. Nancy spent most of the time telling Mike off about his attitude until he let out his frustrations to her, and she was more forgiving.

In fact, she defended the two when berated about being ‘shut-ins’ from the rest of the group. Nancy would’ve loved to have the same problem as him, still frustrated at Johnathan for staying in California when she could hear Joyce encouraging him to go. Yet she extended a courtesy towards him all the same.

Unfortunately, this started a minor ridge in the two of them, Nancy refusing to start an argument during the holiday on the phone but when it hits January figuring it was too late. Isn’t that how resentments start.

In light of the New Year, El taking off back to California, basketball season beginning, exam season picking up, it felt like being thrown headfirst into an ice-cold lake after being at a nice warm campfire. Jarring, and borer-lining on illegal. Illegal might be too much, but why did they put exams after right after holiday?

The night before school had started again, you spent well into the night on the phone with Eddie, soft mumblings, both half a sleep and neither one of you wanting to hang up. What a stupid cliché, something the members of Corroded Coffin would make fun of him for, but Eddie has started to find a nice balance.

Morning of the first day back was riddled with the hustle and bustle of friends bragging about their presents and school announcements of upcoming dates for exams and college applications. You haven’t even started thinking about college, the future almost too much to bear. In the hallway, speaking with Eddie with Garreth, making fun of Josh for a stunt he pulled with his girlfriend that almost cost him their relationship, Ms. Kelley interrupts your conversation graciously.

“Sorry, gentlemen, Y/N. I was heading out of the office and they had asked me to send Eddie down to them,” she says gently, a method she uses her students which most of you find effective.

“Oh, uh. I haven’t-“ Eddie starts, a streak of decent behaviour having miraculously kept him out of the office.

“Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble.” She says, assuring him.

Eddie sighs, smiling at you and Garreth and trudging off to the office, not given any choice in the matter. “What do you think they want him for?” Garreth asks you, also stunned due to Eddie’s lack of spats with his teachers.

“Not a clue.”

-

Eddie walks into the front office for the first time since late October, inhaling as a heap of mild anxiety hits him. When he found himself in trouble for most of his highschool career, he instigated it. He would be bored out of his mind, wanting a little pizzazz to his afternoon, so he would get himself sent to the office.

Now, for the first time ever, he was sent when he knew he had done nothing wrong. Scheming to get his girlfriend in the custodian closet with him during the lunch period is not nothing but it’s not like he’s done it yet.  

“Oh, hello Edward.” One of the administrators greet him, and he finds himself under the knowledge of what it’s like to walk in the office as a normal student. There were no sneers, no eye rolls upon his entrance into the office. “Take a seat, Principal Higgins will call you in a moment.”

He sits on the opposite side of the delinquent chairs, a group of seats reserved for students who are sent and may have to wait an extended period. Sitting, staring, confuddled by the very moment that he has been brought to. “Edward.” Higgins walks out of his office, gesturing behind him to lead Eddie in. “Come on in.”

The first bell rings, and Eddie could hear one of the administrators start the morning Monday announcements as the office door closed behind him.

“Good morning, thanks for joining me for moment today.” He greets Eddie, and Eddie is sitting awkwardly, unsure how to behave when he wasn’t in any trouble. “I’m sure you’re very curious to why you’re in here, your track record has been exceeding expectations lately.”

He nods silently, clutching onto the arm chairs with both arms, looking around the office he had been in on numerous occasions. His Uncle had joined him once or twice, the talk of suspension, once the talk of an expulsion mentioned that had Wayne chewing him up that very night. It’s been long enough Eddie noticed the changes made in the office, a lighter green curtain that brought some light into it.

“I’ll get right onto it, then.” He fold his hands, in such a principal way. “As you recall, we had a discussion about your academic career and that this is your last chance to graduate here this September.” Eddie nodded, and the memory of Wayne immediately calling to request to be put on night shift flashes. “I had stated you only needed nine credits to complete the full 300 to graduate, meaning 3 classes. Incidentally, the same three classes you have been repeating.”

Eddie nods, and for the first time he’d rather be in class. Might have to do something with you being in his line of sight, but Spanish is turning out to be an interesting subject. “I am afraid I have some bad news.”

“Bad news?” Eddie asks, eyebrow raised and already afraid of what he might hear.

“I’m afraid we missed about 5 credits, the equlivalent of two classes.” Eddie’s face goes hard, his jaw locking. He was pissed, and for good reason. “I can see you didn’t like this news. Good news, one of the extra optional classes we now offer is Music Theory. Because of your good behaviour and increasing grades, we have decided to reward you with that being one of your classes. You passed band with flying colours, and a buddy of mine says your band isn’t too bad, so I figure you’d be okay in that class.”

Eddie wasn’t sure how to take this. He hasn’t been rewarded for anything academically since his youth. “I- thank you.” There wasn’t much he could add on top of this, but he knew he had said enough.

“Of course. Now your second class, there weren’t many options, and I’m sure you don’t need to take another science or math this close to graduating.” Higgins comments, and Eddie is confused when his principal almost starts looking like a normal person. Where’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing?

“I’m okay at math. No complaints there.” Eddie comments, and the sigh Higgins gives him leads to a flux in laughter.

“Edward. Eddie. I’m doing you a favour. One I think would be less antagonizing than World Geography is World Religion. No hellfire to study, but I think you’d find it more interesting.” Was that a joke. Did his principal just make a goddamn joke? About the name of his club? Eddie had to get out of there before the walls started caving in. “Sound good? Only two more classes after exams and I’ll see you on that stage. Right?”

Eddie is stunned, and nods vigorously, one thousand percent agreeing with this plan. He wonders how much differently this conversation would’ve gone had he not put in a goddamn effort. Fuck you.

“Uh. Anything else?” He asks, afraid for the third shoe to drop.

“No, that’ll be all. Keep up the good work, Munson. I look forward to handing you the diploma in May.”

It seems Eddie was dismissed only on social cues, the look of Mr. Higgins now bringing out some paper to peer over his glasses curiously. He slowly raises from the chair, and leaves the office for the first time with no consequences, and yet, it’s the least confident he’s ever felt.

-

Eddie entered the classroom about ten to fifteen minutes late, and you already had an inkling that the phone call Seniorita received had something to do with it, seeing as he wasn’t even acknowledged. You turned your head back to get a general consensus of his mood. How did it go? What did Higgins have to say? Were you about to have some words with your own principal?

The shrug he gives you mixed with a laughter, shaking his head tells you nothing and at the same time everything. Something happened.

It wasn’t until lunch when you found out after a class with Robin filled with passing notes and a biology class that drives you to later get a hold of Nancy and beg for her magic flashcards that you finally find out why Eddie had gone to the office for.

“So, you’re being rewarded?” You ask, taking a bite from the sandwich you have chosen for the day. “Damn. Must feel weird.”

“It does.” Eddie comments shifting as he snacks from his lunch box tin. “I mean, I’m also being punished because I was supposed to be done this semester and spend next one finding a damn job until I graduated, but more time with her.”

“That’s cute.” Robin, comments, sticking her tongue out at Nancy.

Nancy snickers, working over a few sheets of paper. “Nance? New expose on the realities of hard drinking?” You joke, just wanting to know what she had been working on.

“No, uh working on early admission applications. Me and Johnathan were talking about our plans for after high school and we found a school we both liked the programs for. I will make early admission for sure and I’m helping him write his college essay for it.” You gulp, looking at Eddie. Four months into your relationship, it wasn’t a conversation you had yet. Wasn’t even in your line of thought. Even around Christmas your mom was starting on your ass about looking at places to apply and it was too much to even think about.

Eddie leans into you. “Are you panicking, too?”

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth. “Yes. We haven’t even-”

“We’ll get to it.” That simmers down your own anxieties, but Eddie’s remain flared.

Lunch continues, and eventually Eddie is called to the Hellfire table. He asks if you want to join, but you decline, having a chance to ask Nancy for her flashcards. Work is mundane, not unusual. Steve sits on the counter cross legged, exuberantly helping out the women who walk in as ever. You take note he’s been going on more dates lately, and the have started to become increasingly shallow. Not that you judge, it’s more worry. Whatever Steve was looking for, whatever he had hoped to find, you weren’t sure he was going to find it.

“My love. You have a problem.” You mutter to him after he successfully gets a cute brunette’s phone number.

“Yeah, yeah. All it’ll take is one date and I’ll know. I’ll hop-skip this dopey cursed town with her and...get a damn van for all I care.” Steve mutters the end of his sentence mostly to himself than to you.

“A van?” You peer curiously, leaning on the counter next him as he tucks in the phone number into his vest pocket.

“Yeah. A van. Something stable.”

You squint at him, this new attitude of his being sent at a left field. Why was everyone suddenly so keen on discussing their future?

“What’s on your mind?” Steve asks you, leaning down to talk.

“Not much.” It’s a lie, and it was like you didn’t even attempt to sound genuine.

“She’s lying.” Robin pipes up, entering the front counter area. “I mean, you know that, but our girl has been in thought since lunch.”

“So, spill.” Steve states, as if spilling your guts was so easy.

You sigh, not wanting to get into it. “Suddenly everyone around me is talking about college, leaving town, their future. We haven’t even brought ours up yet, hell we only started saying the word Love last month. I’m not sure how to approach it. Should we be talking about college? Would I go to college, and he works here? Would we move in and shack up and he works where I choose to go? Would he resent for that, moving for me. How am I supposed to ask for his plans without sounding-I don’t know dumb or something.”

It was a load of questions off your chest, all of them having occurred to you after Eddie left the table, staring at him laughing obnoxiously. A boy who was just rewarded for improving behaviour in the office this morning now acting rowdy in the cafeteria. In the middle of your internal freakout Eddie glances over, knowing your common habit is to is leer after him. You don’t mind him catching you, especially when he gives you a saucy little wink in the middle of it like he did. You felt mildly guilty for not telling him about any of it but usually these anxieties need a channel to go through before reaching the source.

“That’s not even the tip of the iceberg.” You manage out, sighing as your head lands in your hands.

“Those are words you probably need to bring up with him, yeah?” Steve asks, pointing out the obvious.

“Almost like she needs someone to vent about it before she does.” Robin comments, pointing out an empathy link that Steve seemed to be missing.

“Well. Say it so, you still need to bring it up with him.” Steve states, and you wanna crawl in a hole from the pure fact that he was right.

-

It would be a lie to say that you were alone in this thought process. Eddie had been thinking through of the same thing, and Nancy’s mention of applications with your wide eyes had brought forth a looming thought he had middle of November. Maybe looming wouldn’t be the right word, but it sat there, the kind of thought that you’re not ready for so you set it aside for when it comes up.

It came up.

A quiet night while you were at work at the Munson’s, Eddie practising his bass in the living room as Wayne absentmindedly watches a rerun. Doesn’t bother him, he’s used to tuning out the loud music. The less he fights his nephew on, the more it matters when he has something to say. Eddie ends up messing the part he was attempting yet again, grunting in frustration and kicking over the nearest object.

Wayne finally turns down the volume to the tv and looks Eddie directly in the eyes. “Hey. What’s the matter, you’ve been stuck on this part for the last hour and I’ve heard you and your band perform this enough times to know it’s in your regular set list. What gives.”  

“Just not happening for me tonight, I guess.” Eddie puts his prized guitar aside, and rubs his eyes tiredly. Maybe he should’ve put a stop when he realized how doomed it was.

“No, that’s not it. When your hands aren’t co-operating it slides right off you like butter. You got some big news today, I’m not sure what that his to do with it. Edward. I don’t judge. Lord knows I’m not in much of a position in life to judge. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“We got to talking about College and shit today, and she just looks at me, all wide-eyed and it occurs to her we haven’t talked about our futures together. I’ve been avoiding it, because, well, the inevitable.”

“Inevitable.” Wayne states, blinking.

“Yeah. That girl has a future much brighter than whatever the fuck I can give her. The moment she realizes what a loser I am outside of this school and how little I’ll be able to provide for her..it’ll destroy the two of us.” Eddie comments, and while Wayne is listening intentionally, he’s uncomfortable with how matter of fact he was stating it. “I figured about a month before graduation I’ll just end it to save us both the heartache.”

Wayne lets it sit in the air, dramatic and final. He gets up to grab a beer in the fridge, grabbing his nephew one as well. As soon as they both had a sip, their eyes on the tv, Wayne reaches out and gives Eddie a good smack on the head.

“Ow, Jesus, Wayne. What the hell?” Eddie complains, rubbing his head.

Wayne takes another sip, wiping his mouth. “That was the biggest load of bullshit I’ve ever heard, Edward. If you have decided for this long that you plan to break up with the girl for her sake, then break up with her! Don’t drag her along, that is unfair to her and to yourself.” Wayne pauses, taking another inhale of his cigarette. “And when you do, after this great speech of leaving her for her own good, which a gain, bullshit, you think she’ll just let you go? No. Be a man, son. Talk to her. Tell her you’re scared, because chances are, so is she.”

Just like that Eddie had is ass handed to him, and he realized about the same time you did there was a conversation needed about where both your heads are in regard to the future.

-

The next morning students were welcomed with a banner, asking students to recognize and congratulate their new basketball team captain, Jason Carver. You recognized him, didn’t mean you were necessarily going to enjoy doing so. Eddie had some deals to make that morning, backed up from lack of deals some students were able to make during the holiday when they were on vacation. Robin had morning band practise for the frequent prep rallies the band would be playing at, Nancy dealing with putting out fires in the newspaper. You would hang with Hellfire if it didn’t feel so odd without Eddie. Nothing against the club or it’s members, you knew Eddie liked their company for good reason.

It was early in the morning, you’re sat at your cafeteria table, listening to the Walkman you haven’t really used in two and a half years, mind filled to the brim with questions. You had started to write them down, wanting to get the ideas out of your head before approaching it to Eddie. Calm mind, calm conversation. You’d spent a good ten minutes on your list, still plenty of time before the school day started, even some of the teachers not having arrived yet, and your music stops in the middle of a sentence you were writing.

You look up at where you had laid your Walkman, and it’s still playing with no stereo. Your hand goes to the wire connected to your headphones and it leads you to the very mentioned, very infamous Jason Carver is stood at your table, holding the very wire you were looking for. You take off your headphones, flabbergasted at the sheer audacity that Jason must hold in his right pinky. “Hi, Jason. Can I help you.”

“You show up early most days, I figure I’d catch you alone one of these days.” Jason states, as if it’s not the creepiest thing you have heard. Jason has been slowly waiting since the day in October for you so he can corner you, alone.

That is stalker behaviour. When does he get the time? “That is terrifying Jason, and I’ll make sure to pass the news that you are a creep. I’m afraid to ask but what the hell do you want?”

Jason places his hands on his hips and it’s not nearly as charming as when Steve does it. “I wanted to make sure you know who you’re with, Y/N. You are not the type of girl who should be around him, getting involved in his cult, in his drugs, in his bullshit. I-I’m sure the bad boy type is fun for now, but come on. Use that brain of yours. It is not too late. You can still go.”

“Jason.” You attempt to start, and the whole thing is so loaded you barely know where. “I can make my own decision. I know you’re a captain, congrats. Just because you lead a group of sweaty boys on a court doesn’t mean you can be the playmaker out here. I decide who to spend my time with.” You smirk as you start packing, a thought that occurs that you don’t say for Jason’s sake.

“Why are you smiling? I’m trying to help you, here.” Jason seems frustrated, and if he were acting human you’d feel for him.

“You don’t want to know, bud.” You attempt to mend it, and hoping he’ll leave it at that.

“No. Why are you smiling?”

Fine, if he insists. “I was just thinking that maybe there are other girls in the school okay with their left labia being rubbed for thirty second and then asked if they came, which by the way, one of my exes is on your team and did just that. I’d rather someone who makes me squirt all over his bed several times in one night just for the hell of it, oh shit, I’m sorry, was that too much information? I want someone who cares about me, who loves me. So, if he gets a little culty, at least he doesn’t include me on it.” Your bag is packed, you swing it onto your back.

“Carver.” Oh, thank god.

“H-Harrington. How’s it going, man? Haven’t seen you since-”

“Yeah, no. Did you tell her that you have been waiting for a moment to get her alone? You realize how shitty that sounds, right?” Steve asks, having heard the conversation and wanting to give you a moment to stick up for yourself. “Leave her the fuck alone. Be glad I have a better temper than The Freak, because he didn’t get that reputation out of nothing.”

A large sigh of relief escapes your lips as Steve sits down next to you, making sure you were okay. You nod, a little shaken from the prospect of being border-line stalked. “I’m glad you don’t have a Chief Hopper to rat him out to because Hop would’ve had his head in a minute.”

“I’m still considering it.” Steve says, sentence muffled by picking at the skin on his thumb. “Eddie doing deals this morning?” You nod, still lightly shaken. “If it’s mostly jocks I wonder if it’s a coincidence.”

That hadn’t occurred to you, and now you’re more freaked out. Steve was kind enough to stay with you until the halls started filling out more, chatting with you about the brown hair girl who had accepted his offer for a date. He didn’t seem too overly excited about her, but you tended to be worried when he was.

“You okay if I go?” he asks as he gets up from your table, now surrounded by old students.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. Well, you might want to mention it to Ed, but. You know. See you around.”

-

Sometimes, the starts seem to align no matter the chances. The very idea of both of you having discussions around mutual anxieties toward the future and the following day having the time to spend together to discuss seems too perfect. Nothing is ever perfect, and this discussion is about to be far from it.

The entire day at school had Eddie seething, gritted teeth as he suddenly felt dumb as to why all of the jocks needed something that morning. He had to beg up the ass from Rick to provide the necessities he needed to make the unbelievably hefty payday. He begged, hustled and got a good rotation going just for a complete creep to keep him occupied and get you cornered. Did he do his research and understand Robin had band practise and Nancy would be occupied on the newspaper?

How much did this prick try and use his social standing to get you alone and why did it matter?

Eddie was less inclined to beat the shit out of him and more annoyed, tired. Every time he managed to conclude his social standing wasn’t all that bad they pull some dumb ass stunt.

The two of you had made a plan to spend the night studying, and as an afterthought the both of you shared you had something you had wanted to talk about. Studying for your exams soon turned out to be a planned discussion of your futures when both of you wanted elaboration on what the other had to talk about.

So here you are, Eddie’s room. Some where you have been enough times to point, a point beaten to death by now, that it’s a home to you. Yet somehow the two of you are sat awkwardly on his bed like you were on his couch that fateful Friday night, like you had never seen his room before and he’d never experienced your kiss.

“So. I want you to tell me what’s in that pretty head of yours, then I’ll tell you what’s in this old nutcase’s head.” Eddie started, attempting to shift himself into a less stiff shape.

“A-alright,” you reluctantly agree, wondering if there was a particular reason he had insisted on going first. “Our relationship has been, words can’t describe, really. Never in any wildest dreams did I think that it would be this great. Reality being better than fantasy is my own personal jackpot. It couldn’t have gone any better than this.” You smile to yourself, and look up to him. Was that ..guilt on his face? You shake it off. “It’s weird, because discussing your future together after about four or so months together would be considered bizarre in normal high school relationships. I mean, it’s only four months. My parents have about 25 years on that, give or take. That’s just over 8 times as much. I always had a specific place in mind and I think I know what I want to study and it’s a generic enough subject to have some variety on where I may apply, and that’s enough to have options. I’m lucky to have those options. To have parents that guided me into a hard work ethic and able to decide where I want to go to school. That was everything to me, and suddenly it felt like too much. Where do I go? If I choose to go across the country, will you be joining me or would you stay in town? Is that too much to ask, for you to come with me? Is it too little that I am doubting that you would; because I can’t stand the thought of you more than Hawkins length away from me. Then I wonder, because when we started actually talking about your experience, you mentioned you thought you would wait until college. Does mean you have intentions on going one day? Or am I some egotistical bitch who doesn’t realize that you have huge dreams around Corroded Coffin and hope one day to open for Black Sabbath? I don’t know. Because this has never really come up before, in this extent. I want to. I want to know what your plans are. Maybe I can bend mine a little bit to be with you, if that’s alright with you.”

It was a lot for Eddie to digest, so to say. He would never admit it out loud, but he was astounded to how much thought you had given him in your future. You saw him. In fact, you saw him enough to wonder if he would take his music seriously, something he was considering, turning his cover/original song band into just original songs. It made what Eddie was about to say that much harder. He shifts in his chair, and he’s wondering how big of a bullet he’s about to bite. “As discussed, I won’t say anything, just share what I’m thinking.” He sighs, and it was harder than he was expecting. “I’m sharing this with you because Wayne thought it would be important.” A heavier sigh leaves his mouth, and you’re starting to worry. “I had this thought, and it was a kind of thought I tend to push aside until I’m ready to face it. I think it happened like two months ago.” He gulps, avoiding eye contact. “I had this thought, you’re too good for me. Too good to deserve the type of life I can provide for you. I mean, I could do an apprenticeship, if I have the grades. If I were to take Corroded Coffin on the road and put my heart into it, there’s a tiny ass chance would make it big, which is a whole nother level of heartbreak, being on the road everyday just for nothing to come out of it. I’m pretty much doomed to be a loser. I mean, three years as a senior doesn’t exactly say otherwise. I don’t want that kind of life for you. You don’t deserve it. You are going to do so much more, and be so much brighter than whatever hell I’ll give you. I figured before you find out the hard way”…you were already seething at this point, daring him to finish where you thought he was going with it, “I would us both a favour and end it before it got that far.”

This. Fucking. Asshole.

You just poured your fucking heart to him, rambling on about what possibilities you saw for your future together and he just admitted to planning on ending it before it even got that far? Is he fucking with you? The rage must’ve been clear on your face because when Eddie had finally made eye contact his eyes visibly widened, and went straight back to the floor. You get up, pacing back and forth along his room, trying to get your thoughts in place before responding.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Edward fucking Munson?” You inhale deeply, bringing your fingers spread on your forehead. “I had spent a good thirty minutes this morning attempting to get my head together in order to collect my thoughts so I can calmy and directly tell you how I see our future together. That’s what I thought this was. Talking about our future together.” You look off angry tears threatening to fall. “Turns out, you’re not willing to give it, to give us, the shot we deserve. You’re so fixated on thinking that you’re a loser, you’re willing to give away the very idea that we could be more than that, together.” You look him dead in the eye, having felt his eyes follow you around the room. “What’s more. You think you can decide who or what is good for me and my future. Thank you for the offer, but I can make my own decisions, or have you not been fucking a grown ass woman?” He winces, and you feel sorry.  “In my future, I’m with you. Until you decide you no longer love me. The idea of breaking up with someone because you love them, is bullshit. Don’t leave me because you’re scared. You should be running the other way, towards me. Have faith in me, in fucking us. In the idea of what we have is sacred, and worth holding onto.” You gulp, still furious he even had the idea to begin with, still, you walk over to sit down next to him. “I love you, but you’re a fucking idiot.”

Eddie gulps, and you can count on one hand you’ve seen him tear up before. He tries to blink the tears away, annoyed at himself. “You-you have that much faith in-in us?”

You half smile at him, understanding his true question. Did you have that much faith in him? “Eddie, you have no idea how much I think of you.” Tears threaten to fall down your face, and you almost start laughing at the different reasons for tears in this moment. “You brought me out of my shell, into someone that has the courage to drunkenly make out with her boyfriend at a big party, or maybe one day hook up in the custodian closet.”

The mist in Eddie’s eyes seem to dampen, and he raises his hand to frame your face delicately. “Am I that much of an idiot that I even considered letting you go?”

“You’re a full-fledged dumb ass.” You whisper to him, and you’re brought by his hand into a kiss, one full of emotion and unsaid resolution. You part into forehead to forehead, a sharp inhale from him as you rub his face with your thumbs, feeling his dimples appear as he smiles.

Emotional confessions into sex? Nah, you spent the night listening to music, Eddie playfully taking you through his music catalogue, explaining the politics and conspiracies of Black Metal/Heavy Rock albums. Couldn’t have gone any better than that.

-

Two days later you’re woken up by an unexpected honk outside your house. You peer outside your window, but you knew already who it was. The front door opens, and you’re curious to what can drive Eddie to use the key your mom had finally given him. You thought she was bluffing when she brought it up, but true to her word, now Eddie has a damn key to the house. If you didn’t know if she liked him then, now you did.

Eddie’s footsteps are heard coming up the stairs and within five minutes of hearing that initial horn Eddie is walking through the door, a look of despair on his face. “Ed?” You ask, tossing the blanket off you and shooting strait towards him. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

Eddie sighs, gulping. “I got a call around 3 in the morning, one of the other dealers in town, Benny, he also gets his supplies from him..um..Rick. Reefer Rick. He was arrested, police raided his house last night, someone sent an anonymous tip to the police, and they took it as word.”  

“Oh shit.” It might have been inappropriate, but it was your immediate reaction. “Oh my god, Ed. I’m so sorry. You okay?”

“I mean,” he sighs, his eyes shifting, avoiding eye contact with you, something you were sure he was doing to refuse the tears. “It sucks. Rick was, high. All the fucking time. I mean, he considered his heroes to be Cheech and Chong. Yet, he took over this area as the main supplier and ensured that what everyone received was safe. Before Rick, I didn’t have a sole supplier and sometimes I couldn’t guarantee what I was selling was safe. Which is shitty because I sell to highschoolers, well mostly anyway. I have loads of one-time buyers just trying for the first time.” Eddie pauses and looks at you with a sense of grief. “Shit, I’m gonna have to find a new dealer. Rick took me under his wing, made sure I was dealing for the right reasons, and taught me a lot about what I know now. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have woken you up so early. I’ll go.”

“Hey, hey.” You didn’t even time yet, it was 4:15am. “I think you need some sleep. Come on, lie down.”

Eddie crawls into your bed, falling asleep within minutes. You put aside his jacket and boots, something you had to convince him to take off. You crawl in next to him, wrapping your arms around him as to comfort him.  

You were awake about three hours later to the sound of your alarm clock, Eddie barely even stirred. You waddle downstairs, grabbing cereal for some breakfast when your mom makes her way into the kitchen. “Morning sweetheart.”

“Hi mom. Um, just wanted to let you know-”

“I know. I saw his van.”

“He’s going through a hard time, a friend of his got arrested last night and he just needed someone to be with.” Your mom knows he deals. Even if you did decline to tell her, it’s not a town secret. He’s been arrested once or twice, also not a town secret. Wasn’t hard for your mom to put two and two together.

“Reefer Rick?” She asks delicately, putting the process of making her breakfast on hold. You almost ask how she knew, and she answers before you could. “It’s all over the news. There was a big raid of his house on Lover’s Lake. He’s being put to trial, but with the evidence they found it seems he’s going to prison.”

“Oh. That’s rough. Should I tell him, or let him find out through the news?” You ask her, clueless on how to help him.

Your mom offers her best word of advice, but in the end, Rick going to jail was always a possibility and those who deal are aware of the risks. It didn’t make it any less shitty. Both Eddie and Rick knew that Eddie woke up with a gloomy disposition, yet an aura of reluctant acceptance. What was he to do? His name was Reefer Rick, for crying out loud. Their ongoing joke was he wasn’t in prison, not yet at least. It was just odd the day had arrived when it did.

-

The odd news on weekend was met with in a left field on Monday morning, Mike walking up to the table where you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy were sat at the table, Nancy reaching into her bag to find her flashcards she had needed to dig up. As much as you were both students who tended to do well, she was in AP classes. Applying for college with your grades would be simple enough, but you were no Nancy. Her study notes were to die for, your saving grace.

As you were thanking her profusely you watch as Mike walks up to the table, his lankly stature hunched over. “Mike. Is something wrong?” You ask him, fingers playing with the flashcards.

Mike inhales, as if preparing himself. “Max broke up with Lucas last night. Usually I wouldn’t bother sharing, but Lucas is taking it a lot harder.”

“Oh, damn. Anything happen, or?” Steve asks, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. “I mean, she dropped him at the sound of a hat all summer. Won’t they be back together in like a week?” Steve doesn’t mean to be judgemental; he’s merely being observational.  

Nancy glared at Steve, the pointed under her brows in the are you kidding me kind. “They were inseparable at the beginning of the year. They definitely grew closer after last summer. Max breaking up with Lucas was just something she did. But they have been consistently together since September. Something is wrong.”

Mike agrees with her for once. “Yeah, he said she’s been acting off lately, but now she just shut him out. She’s in my chemistry class, I’m gonna try and talk to her, see if she’s ok.”

You leaned back in your chair, thinking about the number of times you have seen her around staring off into space or sitting in a corner by herself at a get together. Nancy sees the thought cross your face, in the way your eyebrows furrow, for only half a second. “Y/N, what? What’s on your mind?”

“Hmm?” You move your eyes around the table, all looking at you expectantly. “Uh…no, it’s probably nothing.” None of them were buying it, not enough to let it go. “Honestly, she’s been off since more noticeably since November. I wondered if I was just imagining things..maybe I should’ve said something.”

“You know Max. She’s stubborn. She wouldn’t have taken the help if you had offered it.” Nancy comforts you, and the collective group agrees with the sentiment.

Mike lurches himself off the table, rocking back and waddling awkwardly back to his table. “Yeah just passing the news. Lucas is pretty broken up about it, but now he’s on the basketball team so I guess he’ll just focus on that.”

“He’s on the team with that asshole?” You ask, fearful of the influence Jason had over his team and frankly, the rest of the school.

“I don’t know what he’s thinking.” Mike says, walking off, and the conversation is over with out a proper ending.

The bell rings, and before the four of you know it the cafeteria was crowded and filled to brim with students, Eddie coming to grab you as he headed to the final week of class right before finals, surprised Steve was still there. “Oh, you know me, sticking around to see you.” Steve jokes, and Nancy swats him away before he could be caught by a teacher and kicked out.

-

Finals come and go, and thanks to you and your meticulous study habits you had picked up from Nancy you managed to help Eddie get a C for the first time since his first attempt at passing grade 12. February had arrived and Valentines Day was right around the corner, wrapping the whole school in pink.

The gentlemen at Hellfire table made it clear that they had great disdain for the holiday, and you sat on Eddie’s lap as you both watch Peter tear it apart with amusement on both your parts. As you leaned back onto his chest, a smile sneaks its way onto your face, and you sneak a glance at Eddie before switching pack to watch Peter.

“What was that look?” Eddie says, leaning into your ear.

“They still have no idea who you are. Do they know you bought some roses for me from the school’s anonymous letter campaign, or are you gonna let Josh find out in third period for himself?” You ask him.

“As long as Peter doesn’t find out I joined the dark side.” He half jokes.

Eddie did buy you roses from the love letter campaign the school had done, only because you asked, practically begged him to. Problem is, he forgets you now share a class with Josh with the new semester and is dreadfully worried about you two gaining up on him. It was mere coincidence that you two were seated together, but it will be no coincidence in the daily roasting of him.

Unfortunately, with the new semester, came no classes with him. He still walks you to class when he can, but his first class isn’t until your third and his second one is right after lunch, so he gets basically the rest of the day to do what he or his uncle deems necessary. Considering you share a free period during his off hours you were excited to take advantage of the time with him.

When Valentine’s day rolls around, you arrive to school in a little skirt and some black knee high leather boots you were waiting for the perfect moment to break out. The afternoon hits, Eddie picks you up after your fourth period, having your fifth period with him free.  Eddie grabs you by the hand and leads you to your locker. You put away your books, staring oddly at him after he insists you had forgotten to put your bag away. You peer around your locker at him curiously but follow his suggestions anyway.

He starts walking down the hallway, leading you in a specific direction, but you can’t figure out to where he is leading you because it was not any clear way to a classroom, outside, or even the drama room.  The two of you stop and Eddie leans up against a seemingly random wall. “Do you trust me?” He asks looking down the hall both ways.

“Huh,” you ask, not sure if you heard him right.

“You trust me?” Eddie leans down, maintaining intentional eye contact with you, and you nod silently, wide eyes peering up at him.

Eddie gives you a mischievous smile, and you’re tugged into an open door you didn’t even notice him opening up behind his back. “What-what are we doing?” You ask already knowing the answer as Eddie hikes up one of your legs up to his hip and starts to work on your neck.

He turns around, making sure the door is closed and locking the room. In the custodian closet held a wooden shelf donated by the Wood Chop club. You leant up against it, watching your hot boyfriend close the door and turn on a small light.

Last week when you had asked Eddie if he could send flowers from the Anonymous Love Letter campaign at school because you’d appreciate it. He said it was fine, you just owed him a favour, which he could ask for at anytime. While a part of you was annoyed he’d asked for something in return, another part was thinking how hot he was as he told you, as if you weren’t given a choice in the matter. Your brain turned into goo, and it was impossible to deny it.

Eddie turns back around and lurches right back into nibbling on your neck. You lean into it for a moment and jerk back up when you remembered you were in a closet. “Wait, baby! Someone can walk in at any minute.”

“Not when the door’s locked, they can’t. C’mon, someone owes me a favour, remember?” Eddie says as you feel his nimble fingers travel slowly down the side of your hips and onto the fabric of your panties, you get the friction you can out of him but silently beg him to really touch you.

 Your stomach lurches at his sentence, but he goes around the fabric and rubbing your clit deeper and harder than before. Your breath becomes shallow as he stops and lets you answer. “You want me to fuck you in here because I owe you a favour?”

“No, I want you to fuck me in here because it’s Valentines Day and I love you, and what more exciting than a closet?” He pauses, and smirks at you. “Plus, you do owe me a favour.” You turn around, hiking up your ass against his hard cock, rubbing your barely clothed pussy against him. “Fuck, baby, you’re wet. You wanna fuck daddy in the closet, yeah? So everyone here knows when they smell it on you when you walk out?” Eddie’s words turned you on, your hips acting accordingly and doing a lap dance against his cock straining against his jeans. “So desperate for my cock, feel how wet she is, my poor baby. Do you need a cock in you?”

You wish he would shut up so you could actually bone, and at the same time hoped he would never stop talking to you like this. “Please fuck me, daddy.” You give in, the hot feeling in your pussy finally too much to ignore. The curiosity of the thrill and almost getting caught was even higher than at the restaurant.

“Has she been a good girl? Is it a good valentines day? Or was it a bad valentines day, princess?” He has his jeans and briefs off, bringing his dick out to be able to fuck you. You didn’t even have your own panties completely pushed aside yet, because it was not time for Eddie yet. You had a feeling if you had behaved well he’d take pity on you and be gentler.

“Good-good,” you stutter out when you realize he was waiting for a response as he stared at the outline of your pussy.

“Yeah, my good whore who thinks about my cock when I’m in all leather?” Eddie laughs, almost cruelly and steps back and you whimper at the prospect of his cock being not being even close to your entrance. You don’t have much time to mourn the loss, your boyfriend gently tugging on your hands to get on your knees. “I don’t think you have earned my cock yet, my love.”

He pushes his cock as far down your throat as you let it, nearly gagging the entire time. His cock is choking you so magnificently you choked back tears. He thrusts a few times, and you can feel the saliva gathering at the base. You feel Eddie’s hand guide you right up by the grip he had on your neck and he assist you on getting back up.

“Good girl?” You ask, suddenly desperate for his approval.

“Very good girl.” He assists you so you’re back on sitting on the shelf, panties still barely pushed aside, silently begging for some attention. He slips his hands under your skirt, sliding your panties down your legs. He takes it slow, moving down the entire length of your legs, watching as he moves the red lacey fabric and assists you in lifting your feet out.

You’re watching him as he takes a full look at the panties you had chosen to wear, crouched down at your feet and your roles are suddenly reversed, him at your feet. Eddie stares at the panties, brings them up to his nose and takes a deep inhale. Your mouth salivates at the sight, your heart pounding. “That scent, you, is intoxicating, sweetheart.” He said, moving his way back up face to face with you.

Your panties are slipped into his back pocket and you have a feeling you won’t see them again. He used to promise to give them back, but now he doesn’t bother. Where he keeps his collection, you still haven’t able to find them. You are lifted onto the shelf closest to your ass, your legs spread open so you’re openly exposed to him.

“I don’t think I can resist you any longer, sweetheart.” Eddie mutters, and you feel the head of his cock line up with your entrance.

You whimper as he finally makes his way into you, Eddie’s moans sounding like ecstasy in your ears as he revels in the feeling of your heat. “Holy shit, baby. So fucking perfect.”

You hike your legs up to curl around his hips tightly, clutching your thighs onto him. “Eddie, so good.”

Your breath hitches and you can catch it as Eddie’s dick reaches into the far depths of you. “Oh my girl you’re so wet. I told you you would like this, now didn’t I?” And while he sounds cocky you can hear the ragged breathing behind his words.

“I think you wanted it more than I do, Ed.” Voice shaky, but even he had to admit you had a point. For weeks Eddie would think about dragging you into a custodian closet while fucking into his fist, riding off the high of you riding him in a public restaurant, wanted something with a higher chance of getting caught. “I want to bend you over wherever I can.”

“Like your throne?” You ask, knowing since the first time you laid eyes on his dungeon master’s chair you had wanted him to have his way with you on it.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Eddie starts pounding into you harder at the very idea of it. “Need you to suck my dick under the table in the middle of a session-” Eddie groans in the middle of the sentence, getting himself off at very idea of it.

“You’re a horny ass mother fucker.” You comment, amused at how frantic he suddenly seemed.

“Can you blame me when I have the most fuckable girlfriend in the world?” Eddie gasps, his voice rough into your neck, and you’re hands clutching onto the fabric of his leather jacket.  

You start to get lost in it, forgetting the idea of anyone finding you when it’s interrupted by three knocks on the door. “Hello? Anyone in there?”

“I told you someone else was gonna have this idea.” Another, higher voice comments.

“Or it’s just locked so no one does it.” The voices are walking away, and you hide your face in Eddie’s neck, embarrassed.

“Fuck me.” You mutter, voice soft and you gasp in surprise when Eddie fucks into you, deeper.

“I already am.” Eddie thrusts continually, reveling in your slack jaw wide open against his jacket, and you’re gasping as he gains speed.

Turns out the interruption was the thing that got you both really going, the speed and the desperation going hand in hand as the feeling in the pit of your stomach starts to heat up. “Eddie keep doing that, please.”

“Yeah, my baby close? Did almost getting caught do it for ya, sweetheart?” He asks, his heart beating out of his chest at the slight interruption. “Shit, me too.”

“I’m so close, daddy. So fucking close. Keep going. Please.” Your hands are grasping at whatever you can hold onto, him, the shelf behind you, the shelf above you to keep your body from wiggling around pathetically. Besides, the two of you didn’t have room for it. “Hmm. Love you, keep going, please baby.”

“Love you so fucking much, you make me feel pathetic, my love.” He practically whines in your ear.

Eddie thrusts a final harsh thrust in you, and you can feel him filling you up. He stops, breathing heavily in your ear as you release your grip on his jacket, realizing you were holding onto him so tight your hand has grown sore in the constant tension. You finally regain your breath, your legs releasing their hold on his slutty little waist.

His pants are pulled up, smirking at you as he buckles them up. You only require moving your purple plaid skirt down your waist to properly cover you, smirking back him. “To prevent uh…leakage…may I have them back?” You ask attempting to slyly move your hand to his left pocket, often disguised by his black bandana.

“Nope. This is my trophy. I earned it.” He says, as if he was proud. “Don’t wipe your cunt, princess, make sure it stays nice and full.” He tells you as you start to awkwardly wipe at the excess.

“I get chocolates, too, right, baby?” You ask, holding his hand as the two of you make your way down the hall.

“Yes, baby. Let’s get you some chocolates after school for taking it like the good cum dumpster you are, my love.” Eddie smiles, and you spend the rest of your free period in the cafeteria.

As Eddie and you sit down to talk, he confesses his evil plan with his current big campaign and it’s just evil enough for you to laugh manically at the prospect of their great villain from the previous campaign making a big return. “Wasn’t he killed by Kas?”

“Sure was. Nothing better than a great comeback and destroying the campaign members.” Eddie smiles, leaning his chin on one hand. “I can’t wait for their reaction; I’ve had this planned for months. The buildup, each campaign at least in the room has been meticulously crafted for this.”

-

Beginning of March rolls around, and Eddie is ominously teasing his big finales repeatedly. Mike grows continuously more excited as his Christmas gift rolls around, going to California to visit Eleven, Will and Johnathan. For the entire week leading up to Spring Break he would excitedly bounce around when Eddie wasn’t there for him to annoy.

Lucas becomes distracted by the basketball, somehow managing to keep his worlds from colliding. He decidedly is done with being in the loser crowd, willing to let comments they make about Hellfire slide for a mere seat at their table. Max slinks to herself, being seen blasting music more often than she is seen talking to any of the group members, you included.

Nancy has been luckily accepted into the school she and Johnathan chose, him only being waitlisted. She finally, at the encouragement of you and Robin managed to ask him if he wanted to visit for spring break, but she didn’t give a clear answer to why he couldn’t make it, he just couldn’t. You had pressed her to talk about it further, Nancy refused to admit there was anything bothering her.

You and Eddie were looking forward to the upcoming spring break, wanting do nothing but lie in bed with him for the final break before things got crazy with workloads gaining more heavy and your acceptance letters about to be sent out.

Robin has seemed to fall even harder for Vickie, having now spent all her days next to her on the bleachers yet barely able to say any words to her. Steve and you had made fun of her together out of love, and Steve is completely convinced after playing Vickie’s return of Fast Times that there’s a chance it could be mutual.

Unfortunately Steve’s dating life has gained even more desperation, barely any dates going past date 1 and he seems to have found a problem with all of them, despite his initial reactions of them being perfect.

Dustin has somehow grown more neurotic over time, and you watch slowly as Eddie gains jealousy in Dustin and Steve’s friendship. Mostly, he just wanted to be included. Did he not adopt Dustin as well? (You were very tempted to tell Dustin Eddie was wriggling in desperation on how close they were.) He and Susie were still going on strong, but tried to sneak around her father’s strict rules.

Finally as the morning of the Friday before break happens, all the teachers are packed in the parking lot leading everyone to the gym. Eddie has the luxury of sleeping in until second period, and a school pep rally to cheer on the basketball team sounded like hell to him. You pull in, barely any room to park, and every student makes their way to the gym.

You weren’t ready to cheer on Jason, but you would support Lucas, as he was doing his best to escape the trenches of bench warming. “Henderson!” You call out to Dustin, having saved a seat for them. “You’re later than normal.”

“Took longer for Susie to crack the code than we thought. Eddie won’t-”

“Eddie? Pep rally? He’ll be here later.” You comment, and Mike squeezes his way in between you, Max right next to him.

“Why are we here again?” Mike asks, sitting as he waits for the band to start playing.

“You’re cheering on a friend.” Dustin reminds him.

Principal Higgins kicks off the prep rally, inviting the cheerleaders to start their routine on the gym floor. All you could think about to get you through was seeing your boyfriend after second period and the break you’re about to have for the next week.

At least, that’s what you thought was about to happen.

Before your world went to shit.

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[m00nj3w3l]

Well here I am (ONS chapter 128)

Ok I'm finally writing out my thoughts about ONS' 128. Idk how long it'll come out (extremely long as I'm writing it it seems...) and also as always I want to hear others' opinions on this, but as a warning it will be mostly negative. I actually did a similar post back at the start of the year with BSD, but BSD at least managed to bounce back full force and do what it needed to do while ONS shows no signs of that.

I'll break it down into the following points:

>I'm also getting tired of the flashbacks (as many already did)

>I miss the Shinoa squad (will touch upon Mitsuba specifically and y'all probably know why)

>The belief that MikaYuu fans are getting much better content and why I think that's bs (will probably mention my theorem of "Mika, along with literally all the women of the franchise, got hit with the mysoginy stick")

So let's go I guess, under the cut so I don't clutter my non-ONS followers' dash.

>The flashbacks: I... Did not mind them up unti now, if I've got to be honest. Let's be serious here everyone probably expected a batshit crazy backstory for the characters, ESPECIALLY Yuu and Mika, and that's what made me not really complain. Now it has been like? 8 chapters of ONLY flashbacks??? Only things of the past with NO break and NO POV switches to at least let us know wtf is going on in the outside world. Christ. The fact that irritates me the most is that all of this adds nothing to the plot either!!! What are the MCs supposed to do now that they've seen one of them (WHO HAS BEEN 4 DIFFERENT SPECIES TOO SINCE THE START OF THE SERIES???) sacrifice for the 3rd time!!!! AND IN THE PAST AT THAT!!!! HOW IS THIS USEFUL FOR THEM OR ANY OF US AGHHFHGHHG. We got other gays going at it tho and that's just funny to me. This is just a BL masked as a battle shonen lmaoooo.

>The Shinoa squad: I feel like this is obvious. Where tf are they? They obviously are looking out for where Mika and Yuu are, how did we not see them again yet??? Some progress in their hunt (let's call it that) for those two??? Shinoa literally threatened to kill Mika (and, for a number of reasons, let me say this: ew.) I'd at least like to see her and how she's doing. And didn't Kagami promise us Mitsuba would get more screentime soon? THIS IS LITERALLY A PERFECT SETTING. SHOW ME HER AND SHINOA BEING IN CONFLICT CUS SHE WORRIES ABOUT HER FRIEND AND WANTS HER TO COME TO HER SENSES!!! SHOW ME HOW THEE LITERAL KIDS ARE DOING AFTER BEING ASKED BY A FULL ON 24 Y.O TO CHOOSE THEIR FAMILIES OR THE WORLD LIKE BE SO SERIOUS THE SETTING WAS *DECENT* (wouldn't say perfect cus I'm not the biggest fan of the "bring everyone back" plot but ok) FOR IT ALL I'M *explodes*

>MikaYuu: Oh boy ok here we go. So since I came back after my rewatch and catch up to this manga which resulted in hyperfixation again I noticed that the narrative of MikaYuu shippers getting better content cus a lot of the chapters now focus on them is... common. And for a while I just thought "ok" and moved on but now I'm fully on convinced it's just. Not true. Not because the content isn't there, I would be lying if I said that, but because it's... Not good. Good content, for me (as someone who clearly loves these two if you scroll for even 2 minutes down my fucking tag), would be seeing actual growth between them, some actual substance in what they are doing as of rn, and we are not getting any of that. Since when did we see them actually DO something? Last time we saw Yuu in his actual body and actually saying something was last chapter and he was EATING. Then we went back to them just passively staring at everything that went on. And to add onto this, I dislike demon Mika as a plot IN GENERAL because it recessed any development both for HIM and for Yuu himself. Yuu acts stupid (wtf happened to him after Nagoya I'm being so serious Nagoya Yuu I miss you so much) as shit cus anyway Mika IS strong enough to let him get away with it but not enough to oppose Yuu at some point and this was addressed as a problem for like 2 seconds and then nothing. Oh my God. And not only that but this fucking thing also shows that Mika did, indeed, also get hit with a mysoginy beam, but that's another topic I want to talk about in another post if anyone even really cares about it.

So... Yeah. I'm not tired (I only started catching up in March after my rewatch, so I'm still curios about how this will go), but I AM sad. I really miss the earlier arcs and the potential they all had that now seems like a long lost memory. Can we all collectevely just go back to the Nagoya one like if the series stuck to that path I would be able to excuse its flaws up until a point because GOD. The eyeball with its Seraph shit or whatever the hell it was doing was cool tho.

As always y'all can tell me what y'all think, but I'm mostly expecting this to get lost in the void given how dead the fandom is. So yeah, see ya.

#owari no seraph #owari no seraph spoilers #owari no seraph 128 #moon likes to rambletm #i was listening to scapegoat as i was writing this just to add an xtra 'i miss the earlier arcs' flavor fr #if this has any typo it'll probably be corrected later on

[dragonagitator]

Like House MD, time travel, radical canon divergence, and author-self-insert isekai fanfics? Beta readers wanted!

Welp it seems the brainrot I contracted from @acrownforaking is compelling me to write my own House MD isekai fanfic featuring an author-self-insert who unexpectedly reality shifts / time travels from January 2024 in our universe to January 2004 in the Houseverse, then immediately decides to seize this opportunity to unfuck the shitshow that is Greg House's life while simultaneously rewriting 20 years of history with nothing but her shitty memory and her hubris to guide her.

Unfortunately, while I've spent the past 30+ years reading 100+ million words of fanfic in various fandoms, my only previous experience in writing fanfic has consisted of starting and then abandoning a few Dragon Age and Baldur's Gate 3 fics. I wrote thousands of words, but I wrote the scenes out of order as the ideas came to me. I never published even a single chapter of those fics on AO3 because my writing process failed to produce a coherent Chapter 1 before getting hopelessly bogged down in obsessively researching the lore of the games' settings.

I've learned from my mistakes and this time I'm going to force myself to write my story in chronological order so I can begin publishing chapters while it's still a WIP. I've heard that those sweet sweet dopamine hits from AO3's email notifications can be a great incentive to keep writing. Plus the Houseverse being nearly identical to our own universe means there's very little setting-specific lore for me to research.

I'm seeking beta readers both for the usual reasons (motivation, accountability, and general writing feedback) and to help me untangle the messes I'll be making every time my OC uses her foreknowledge to force a radical deviation from show canon and/or IRL recent history. So, if you're the sort of person who enjoys pointing out a plan's fatal flaws or rooting out logical inconsistencies, then oh boy would I love for you to rip my drafts apart. Make both my OC and me cry. Please.

Warning: This fic will be dark. The source material is already pretty fucking dark -- House MD canon includes all four of the major archive warnings -- and my story will likely include even more potential triggers than in canon because one of the major themes will be how quickly things can spiral horribly out of control when you think you can predict the future.

So, if you have any triggers that you avoid reading about for the sake of your mental health, you probably shouldn't volunteer to beta read my fic because I won't be working on the trigger warnings until the final polishing for publication. It would be safer to wait until I've posted on AO3 to read it because I plan to break the chapters up so that triggering content is quarantined in its own separate chapters that can be briefly summarized and skipped.

Please let me know if you're interested in beta reading chapters before they're published on AO3. Any level of involvement welcome -- I am fully aware that most people don't have the time or interest to volunteer as a copyeditor or developmental editor! Quick feedback like "he would not fucking say that" or "yo there's a giant plot hole over here" would be super helpful to me too. Thanks in advance!

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[sneebnationalism]

"why cant chae yul have his happy ending??"

(or: why the ending of lero's secret alliance was perfect)

part 1 of 2

spoilers for the webtoon secret alliance, i'd 100% recommend reading it!! it's not too long and absolutely worth the read :)

this is also going to be an. obscenely long post

i constantly see people complain about how secret alliance ended, and how yul deserved better. this is complete horse shit and here's why.

1: his happy ending should be that sian did not press charges on him. this is. literally mentioned in the comic. she had every right to put him in jail.

2: he did get his happy ending. he wouldn't have been able to grow or get better as a person if he had stayed in a relationship with sian or continued to do his crazy shit

how do you read this and still think that his ending wasn't happy

him going away from her and getting a job and being a functional person was his happy ending. he's fucking miserable, but it allows him to actually become a happy person.

also people who defend yul's actions because they relate to him make me want to explode JUST BECAUSE YOURE ALSO NUTS DOESNT MEAN HE ISNT.

like most of the fandom are just like "oh i think sian and yul are cute" the whole plot of the story is that she is horrified of men, him specifically, and he's so fucking delusional and unstable that he chooses to crossdress and befriend her as a woman to be with her again.

they're a nightmare. sian can't even convince herself that she likes him, and the only reason they ever appeared to be friendly at most is because sian is a people pleaser and yul is clingy and determined.

the whole point of the damn comic is that yul is batshit crazy and needs help. he is absolutely mentally ill, but this doesn't excuse his actions. the fact that he is mentally ill also contributes to why sian cut him so much slack.

also. if you want a man to be in love with and that's the reason you like yul and want him with sian,

YUJIN IS RIGHT THERE!!

he is literally the most perfect man in the fucking universe and y'all are head over heels for the dude who bashed him over the head with a fucking pipe.

anyways. back on topic.

he didn't deserve a good ending. he should have gone to jail. but he was literally just given another chance and told to get his shit together. he got the best ending he possibly could have without jeopardizing sian's happy ending.

i don't remember what blog i got these screenshots from, but a lot of this rant was just me responding to one long post from a blog that tried to explain why yul deserved better. if i find them, i'll edit this post.

1: never at any point in the comic does it state that yul was physically abusive. he was fucking deranged and absolutely mentally and emotionally abusive (unintentionally), but he didn't hit her. the closest he got was saying he'd stab her so that they could frame her shitty mom. how did you come to that conclusion??

2: HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HATE THE PROTAGONIST?? she's also not plain in the damn slightest. she's boring and plain at the start, but that's because she's fully controlled by fear and her mom. as she gets over her fears and works through her issues, her personality is so amazing and cool!

that doesn't make up for anything?????

he tried to take her away from her mom in order for them to get closer. he told people at the school to bully her more so that he could act like the knight in shining armor and help her. she said she was going to leave him so he locked them both in a shed at the school overnight when he knows she is horrifically scared of men.

he tried to take her away from her mom in order for them to get closer. he told people at the school to bully her more so that he could act like the knight in shining armor and help her. she said she was going to leave him so he locked them both in a shed at the school overnight when he knows she is horrifically scared of men.

he was abusive the whole time. keeping someone locked overnight in a warehouse with you against their will is abusive.

her condition got worse because the first man she actually trusted ended up being an obsessive stalker. it is incredibly straightforward. it wasn't about how badly he abused her, it's the fact that he completely betrayed her trust.

it doesn't make sense because that's not the parallel. the connection between yul and sian's mom is that both of them had an idealized image of sian in their heads that they loved, but they both ignored what sian actually wanted or needed. sian's mother blamed her for "attracting dirty men" and basically kept her holed up in an apartment to avoid ever facing that fear because she thought sian was the problem. yul saw sian as a perfect specimen that was being tainted whenever she interacted with people he deemed unworthy of her. they are absolutely parallels.

#secret alliance #lero #eun sian #chae yul #chae yuri