#[ look at her so pretty i cant handle how amazing she is ~ ]

[valenschmidt]

Ok so this is how the Buddie canon timeline works in my brain:

8A: Eddie has a moment of introspection and realizes he's gay in Texas... He starts remembering his past and all the things he repressed over the years with his parents and how he probably idealized his relationship with Shannon because she was his friend and he loved her and finally moves on while also talking to Chris and mending their relationship (with Chris also getting to understand his dad a little bit more... that he is human and makes mistakes and all the things he went through). While having this realization at the same time he realizes he might be in love with his very amazing, kind, supportive golden retriever best friend but he CAN'T cause Buck is a man and he's not ready but oh he loves him as easy as breathing

Meanwhile Buck keeps dating Tommy but realizes along the way that Tommy is not a good match for him and doesn't really listen to him or understand and breaks up with him because he's not what he wants. He wants to feel loved, and respected and valued in his relationship.

8B: We get Eddie newly out as a gay man (with a lot of happy tears and hugs from the firefam) and Eddie tiptoeing into the dating pool of men because he doesn't want to tell Buck because he's afraid of hurting him and losing him like he hurt Shannon because of how terrible he is as a husband and a boyfriend while also still freaking out a bit about the interested in men thing but it's getting better (Bonus points if we get Eddie being flirted on by a man on a call and him getting all flustered while Buck boils with rage and doesnt understand why) and Eddie realizes that his type in men are pretty much Buck lookalikes and the fact that he will never be able to date another man. Buck is it for him

On the other hand we have Buck... realizing that he doesn't want to date around anymore. That he doesn't care to get to know anyone and he's tired. He wants a family. He wants kids. He WANTS. And then one day while he's at Eddie's house he has his Oh moment while watching Eddie and Chis interact and he thinks. "This is what I've been looking for. They are my family" but freaks out completely because Eddie's his best friend and doesn't want to lose him because of his stupid feelings for him

This realizations get them to be really awkward around eachother and very distant to the point the other notices and thinks the other realized about their feelings... This culminates with an emergency where they get trapped or very close to getting really hurt with a confession in the season finale (which in a perfect world ends on a cliffhanger where we don't know what happens next - with the emergency and the confession)

9A: We pick up right from where we left of and we get our big emergency. By the end of it we get the other to admit their own feelings and we get Buddie canon in ep 3 with a kiss in Eddie's kitchen and we get to see their relationship develop

I CAN'T HANDLE A TIME JUMP ON THEIR RELATIONSHIP I JUST CANT

The rest of 9A is Buddie secret relationship ❤️

That's it... Thanks for coming to my TED talk

[bluedeedeedoop]

My Thoughts on Tales of the Empire; mostly Barriss (spoilers ahead!)

Ah hello all, i have had some days or so to think since watching the show and to say it has completely wiped me of my life force would be... pretty accurate tbh. BUT I HAVE FINALLY DECIDED TO POST MY THOUGHTS. will this cover my entire though process that im sTill working through? PROBABLY NOT! my thoughts are very unorganized and very unstable! ANYWAAAAYS.

Now I just gotta say overall, the show itself definitely passed the test. To be completely honest, i wasn't really paying attention to the Morgan parts as i was the Barriss parts, since it was literally what I was looking forward to this entire time.

Though I will say that the first Morgan episode was pretty neat! it was crazy seeing that perspective of the Nightsisters again and god did they make Grievous fucking terrifying. Honestly, bravo to them, it was amazing. I diiiiid end up just.. kinda spacing out the rest of it tho unfortunately cuz i just wanted to see barriss..

Visuals 10000/10. stunning, amazing, phenomenal, gahdamn. the animation was so smooth and fluid and uGHH it was amazing throughout the entire show. Acting amazing as always. BUT GOD I CANT GET OVER HOW AMAZING THE ANIMATION WAS.

NOW.

In my opinion, they got her character pretty on the dot. I am SO glad they did. I was rlly rlly worried they were totally butcher her character and make her unrecognizable to all of us but oml they didn't completely disappoint us, she has her morals, SHES STILL A HEALER! Im so happy from that.

Now although i did enjoy it, i do have my own little complaints.

Now okay one i noticed since the trailer and has REALLY been bugging me; where are her hand tattoos??? idk i guess i just wasn't expecting them to just be gone?? they couldn't have just forgotten them.. right? I dunno, but unless someone has a genuine answer for that, imma just keep drawing them on her in the future.

??????

Alright another thing i've been seeing ppl post about is how come she looked so old at the end? I am also confused on that and i've seen multiple theories. She should only be like 30-35 max right?? Because i'm assuming the last episode took place a the time in Rebels where the inquisitors were after the force sensitive children, and Ahsoka was around that age a the time, so why is Barriss any different?

I suppose the one i think makes the most sense is the force healing? I guess it could take a toll on her over the years causing her to look more aged, but still, i'd really prefer an explanation. Also what happened to her hair coverings?? Is that not her culture?? I dunno, again, i really need an explanation. I suppose that maybe her perspective has changed since trying to come to terms with her new life, and her ditching the coverings is a way to free herself from her past? Honestly i have no clue but i just need a lot of things answered.

That's mostly my complaints on it! I just felt things weren't explained enough but to be fair, they only gave her like 3 15-ish min episodes?? I really think they got some explaining to do. Which brings me to my next points.

I'm like... 98% sure that the "old friend" is Ahsoka that she was talking about. Who else would it be?? Like cmon. And if it is Ahsoka, why did we not get to see anything about the moment of confrontation? or at least more of a mention? I guess they wouldn't rlly wanna rush that scene, and tbh, im glad they didn't. It's not some "we talk for 5 min and everything is fine" type of situation. it'll take time. time to rebuild that trust. time to discuss. YEAH. I've heard many people state how it would be more likely and realistic to see a novelization of that and i agree. I would want it to take time, showing the build of the relationship over time, going on further into the story as we watch their strong bond mend from the trauma it's faced. I'm not saying this as a crazed Barrissoka shipper, i mean it that I would genuinely want to see how that confrontation is handled, as do many others and not just as a ship!! It's been a decade! the fans wanna know!

And my last point.

I.believe.Barriss.is.alive.

The more i rewatch it, the more i believe it. the first time around i had my doubts, but something tells me they are NOT done with her character. At least before the stabbing scene anyway. There's too much stuff that's left unanswered for it to just end that way! I dunno man, but Lyn's "i'm going to get you out of here" sounded way too determined for a "im going to move your body out of here" type of thing yk? maybe she could sense she was still alive, just barely hanging in there? I don't think they are done with Barriss Offee, and I wont think so unless we see her corpse being fucking BURIED. Not to mention the UNGODLY amount of parallels of that scene along with them exiting the cave. I've already seen so many point it out. Post-Vader and Ahsoka fight on Malachor?? Back when we all thought Ahsoka may or may not be dead?? sounds familiar hello?? Also a parallel from earlier in the show itself when Barriss saves that unnamed jedi! she HEALS them when they were going to be left there. Something tells me the same fate may happen to Barriss. Idk call me crazy but i will say it again, i don't think they are done with her story.

Thank you for reading my very unorganized thoughts! this has taken me longer to write than expected because i did not predict this to make me have to step away from making SEVERAL times- but yeah! lmk what yall think! and yes you can be expecting some art here and there! i know i've been slacking- Also lmk if u want me to post my crazed Barrissoka thoughts! because aHa i have them. i have them a lot. send help.

ALSO KEVIN KINER I GOT MY EYE ON YOU. BRO NEEDS TO RELEASE THE SOUNDTRACK BEFORE I DIE.

[avalover1228]

PSA: Sluts Make the Best Wife’s.

I love having a Hot wife, she’s so cute and sweet and gentle and she’s always so loving, but there’s one thing about her, that deep down that sweet little girl is a complete and total slut.

Any normal girl has self respect. They feel like they can be independent. Girls like Ava don’t. They know that they need their big strong man to remind them of their place.

Example 1: If I told a normal girl that she’s going to get fucked senseless and used

Normal Girlfriend: she would probably say something like “Sorry baby, I’m not up for it rn”

Ava: Ava would more than likely says something like “Yes Daddy” and would be quick to get herself ready for you. My good little fuck thing knows that I don’t like to wait so she would quickly get naked and wait to be thrown around fucked like some pocket pussy

Example 2: Blowjobs

Normal girl: very rarely gives head, and feels unpassionate.

Ava: Ava honestly never liked giving head, and even now I don’t think she’s too big of a fan, but what I’ve learned is she’s a fan of serving me. I don’t want to make her serve me too much, but oh my god when she really wants to she is quite honestly the best ever.

I love love love her pussy and all, and trust me like I love it. I could stretch it and pound it for hours. But her head when she’s dedicated and submissive is the best of my life. I feel like she made the connection that her giving me head, ends up with her getting a free show of me moaning and groaning, compliments on how good of a girl she is, and she gets to prove she can do it. I love it so much. She has two styles to doing it, the first type where she gives her everything, and she truly sucks me off and jerks me off or whatever she wants to as good as she can. Or the opposite, where she gives In.

Her passionate blowjobs are amazing and on their own set her apart from every other girl. She does so good n taking as much as she can. She listens to my noises and she knows how to make me go feral for her. She knows to do more and go faster when I start whimpering. It’s so amazing, the moment I get close she just dedicates herself to me. She starts sucking me off so good, always like she’s got to go prove her worth to daddy. Like she needs me to know that she can provide for me. I rarely see this side of Ava but when I do I think about it for a long time.

The other type is for her slutty and submissive side(Housewife traits), when she gives in and wants to just be used. This is why the slut deep inside Ava is so perfect. This is more often after I buy her something in exchange for head, because if she has a forced job, she doesn’t really have the connection to it to have passion. But she’s still daddy’s good girl, and she knows that I want it, so she gives me her throat, and gives in. She will 100% let you use her face as long as you give her air and treat her nice. It’s so perfect. Her throat feels like an extension of my hand. Whether I’m pushing down on her head or grabbing her by her braids, she follows what her owner tells her to. She likes being talked to while she goes down and she loves being kissed. She’s a good cock sucking princess who has the elegance to look pretty, but she knows to listen to her man. She’s perfect

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Example 3: Shes a brat

Regular girl: just asks for sex

Ava: This brat cant handle something so simple. She can’t just ask her daddy to come and use her. She wants to earn it. Slutty girls have some ego to feed that that makes them think they can take any man’s attention and soul with their body and looks. Ava can. She does. She’s such an innocent thing but she loves to look pretty. She does things like wearing smaller and smaller crop tops around you, or she’s wearing booty shorts that don’t cover anything. Or most of the time she just sits in her underwear, grinding up on me, one single tiny strip of cloth between me and her, and she keeps pressing on my dick. She’s just trying to rile me up. And it works. That little brat gets me every time. But I give In. Every time:

“Baby you keep teasing me, do you want to have sex?”

“No Baby it’s okay, I’m just cuddling with you”

“Ok baby, so you don’t want me to fuck you?”

“Not rn baby…”

So then I wait. Even though she admits later she wanted it, she still says no. And she doesn’t stop doing it. She just keeps grinding up on me. She takes a nap. And she does it more than ever before somehow. Like she’s begging me to use her pussy. She wakes up and just gets too touchy. She starts running her hands all over my body. Through my hair, brushing it and playing with it. Across my back, digging her nails in. On my dick, just begging for it to fuck her but she won’t ask for it.

God that whore I love her but I really can get riled up for her.

Every time:

“Baby you’re grinding still. Do you wanna fuck now?”

“No baby I’m okay, im just cuddling”

“Princess. You’re practically Begging for something to happen between us.”

“Am I daddy? I don’t see how I am”

And it always works so goddamn good. That bratty little girl gets away with it every single time.

This little girl always loves to keep teasing. She does more and more. She thinks I don’t notice but I do. She plans it from the start. She dresses like a sexy little doll, but looks so natural. She gets my attention and she makes me take her. She can never make it easy for us. But she always makes me desperate to fuck her slutty little pussy for acting the way she does.

I love when u finally give in and decide to break her. It feels so goddamn relieving to finallly take what’s mine. I want to respect her and listen to her when she says no but sometimes this girl needs to reminded of every thing that I do for her and that when I ask she listens.

I normally get fed up around the time she starts taking her second nap

“Are you really just gonna keep teasing me baby?”

“Yep. Why does that bother you or something?”

“Baby you know what you’re doing. I’m gonna make you take it. Stop acting so silly baby. You’re gonna start something you can’t handle”

“I know I am daddy”

“So let me use you princess”

“Nope”

“Fine then”

Once I decide to remind Ava, it’s mostly just her fighting back at me until I finally put it in then that brat stops fighting on the spot

No matter how bad she wants me she always decides to fight back. I spread her legs so she closes them. I put my head between her legs and she will push it away. I move my fingers close to inside her and she resists each time but just a little bit less. So I make her take it. I start forcing her legs open for me, eating her pussy no matter how many times she says no, overpowering her weak little arms and fingering her little pussy. They all work. They all make my baby give in. They make her stop teasing. And the beautiful part about Ava is that if you can Tame her, she’s yours. Like genuinely totally fully yours. She will take dick in any position until you tell her she did a good job. She’s a perfect whore and she’s so perfect for it.

[lefetellc]

✨🌈💖Doodles n Ocs !!!!!! 🌈🌈💖

I was energized yesterday, so I grabbed my pencil and started looking around for interesting ocs lol

(( @minoru-eno // Idk what Kitty's @ is.... ))

First and foremost was this booger

Cant remember what his name was... But I really loved his zombie//rotting body

If I have a second chance, I'd draw a bit more gorey or twisted poses with him, since he can just regen himself>>

Have to say, this sketch turned out the BEST purely bc at a character standpoint, its amazing cough

Second is how well he can integrate himself in the detailed, Jmilo style

And also cus he's a cutie patootie...

And well, most of my energy was really put into this sketch

I had a lot of fun with him!!

MINORU IF YOURE LISTENING GIVE ME MORE CRUMBS STOP GATEKEEPING GRRRRR

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HONESTLY after drawing 'experiment boy,' I knew that I wanted to do KittyLilyHeart's oc, Amcy, next

I wasnt certain what kind of pose I wanted

So, in the heat of the momment, I kinda... Redrew her refrence pose..

IN HINDSIGHT i could've just read her lore ((bc im a sucker for transmigration stories, my pfp boy is LITERALLY from one + 1 Lefe Lore point))

I think that she looks so much more... savage-like? An almost fox-like slyness...

What really stood out to me was her wide smile

It would be a dishonor!! Of me to make it smaller

Soo...

Nayway! I wished I leaned more into her transmigration plotpoint

Maybe a high tech panel to her sides, showcasing profiles of her 'units' and current progression eithin each story ...

Ah, but from my own speculation, she doesn't necessarily like or want to do it, huh?

Her dialogue on her refrence sheet is strange; "HELP" written in a light blood, red handprints on her shaded figure, a glitched and foreboding scream "GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!"

I like this aspect of her; it seems to me that she doesn't wanna be in this endless loop of romancing pointless people in a pointless story

If I had understood this earlier on, I would e implied ot better with the sketch

Hmm... Maybe a disgruntled expression while staring at a True Milo? A bit complicated... Ahh

I do like her though. I'm not fond of many characters, but shes got a place somewhere here

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OK AT LONG LAST

Eerie Day

EERIE DAY, THAT ONE PL G*N OC

who happened to win a "whos the most unhinged" poll, cant forget that!!

Im surprised that he... Well, whatever

Pretty boy smh

Im showing his ugly picture, just for his humiliation fun!!

I

Actually liked drawing him again

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Just kidding he needs to go back to jail

Stupid

ugly

Get in there, pretty face!!

Heh

One bad thing, put behind bars

Speaking of metal things, remember Opal? Yeah uhm. He's here too...

It seems like all my ocs are making a reappearance after weeks!! (R.i.p Cherry...)

Its been TOO LONG

and frankly I

Opal isnt suited for Jmilo style tbh

For one; no nose, no eyebrows, big boba eyes, unrealistic hair details

Ahh

Hes always meant for Jchan style I guess

Cutesy, big eyes, unrealistic hair

ehe, Speaking of Jchan style ...

Ta-da!!! A little present for coming down this far

Long road of me yapping

I like to yap. Just that nobody is here to listen.

Nayway!!!

Theres a few (ton) more ocs/characters I want to draw

Lots

All the milos, for one

And maybe another Pl oc? Ehe

Oh well~ Ill get to a certain nredeacterjecjevavtsbrsvg eventually

Anyway!! Heres a small sketch of myself!

My persona tbh... Same thing! Person! Same person!

Ahh

Thats all the tumblr images can handle

Thanks for seeing them all! I wish more people could tell me that I didnt waste my time, more often

Cya tmr! Or today? Its 2am... Ahhh

*falls backwards into coffin

[pink-lightsabre]

c3 105 thoughts dump

when... are we getting new opening titles... please i wanna see more of dorian in the beginning credits...

IMOGEN GIRL WHY ARE YOU NOT INSIGHT CHECKING THIS CONVERSATION. WHY ARE YOU TAKING THIS AT FACE VALUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oooooooooooooh she's gonna broadcast downfall. "it'll harm everyone." while that is true. i dont think yall can hoard that information. personally.

we really didn't do any check about that. wow. that feels ill advised!!!!!!!!

a mass poisoning???????? perhaps a little like molaesmyr?????

it could be a trap! that's true! which is why IMOGEN NEEDED TO DO A CHECK ABOUT IT!!!!!!

do not. try to bargain with fearne's bio dad. please.

oooooooooh what IS ira doing. that's a great question.

"i thought we would have A plan and now it seems like we have A LOT of plans." dorian that's so relatable

man i wish the silken squall was at this meeting. i understand that theyre not bc they're very isolationist but. i want to see dorian interacting with his parents SO bad

the judicators are still so fucking creepy. and the fact that aeor had their own arcane version FUCKS me up.

"it's pretty low... 24." LMAO

i hope someone gave vex advanced warning that dragons were gonna be there. otherwise her favored enemy ranger sense gotta be going BANANAS.

braius flirting with dorian. absolutely hilarious. 12/10 sam i love it.

"i've got my faith in you. and my finger." // "it's a pretty big finger." // "dont underestimate me." ROBBIE

RARY'S TELEPATHIC BOND!!!!!! THE GROUPCHAT!!!!!!

pie dice!!!!!!!! i love that.

oooooooooooooooooooh who is there. WHO IS THERE!!!!!!

fearne being poly is so special to me. i love it.

robbie cosplaying as dorian with the deep necklines of his shirts. is chefs kiss.

braius sticking his nose EVERYWHERE. way to go sam.

HELLO MATTHEW WHAT THE FUCK

DORIAN'S DAD IS THERE?????????????????????????

APPARENTLY I WAS WRONG AND THEY ARE THAT ISOLATIONIST. OH MY MCFUCKING GOD.

i need to run laps around my house. i cant handle this.

oh no cyrus looked like their mom. D;

"i'll shake it off."

DRAGONS!!!!!!!

FIRE ASHARI!!!!!!!!!! robbie gets to know the feeling of a character he voiced being there! i love this for him.

related to that. i cannot w a i t for the robbie daymond c4 permanent cast member announcement.

zone of truth cast by a fucking dragon!!!!!!!! my god that's so cool. but jesus christ what is the DC on that. 20 apparently!

robbie calling himself the rizzler. hate that. LMAO.

it's not bolo. and that is a TRAGEDY. LONG LIVE BOLO.

VOX MACHINA TO THE MALLEUS KEY. LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

people being upset that vm gets to take down the malleus key and m9 gets to take down the weave mind while bh takes down ludinus. understandable i suppose but COULD NOT be me. i love how interconnected c3 is to everything and i love the other heroes getting to take other shit down.

"time is short." // "and so am i."

"ash. just for a few minutes. lock it up." THAT'S RIGHT DORIAN.

ashton i swear to god... do not blow this...

PHEW thank god braius can lie. my god. SPECTACULAR work braius. way to fucking go.

PLUS FOURTEEN!!!!

saint graham... sam what the hell

travis peer pressuring his wife into using her abilities. i fucken love it.

LOVE the contingent from the matron's temple supporting laudna. absolutely wonderful.

i want. the first thing. that dorian's father says to him. to be about dorian wearing gold.

ashton going to talk and EVERYONE going "no no nonononono!!!!!" hugely relatable

okay okay that wasn't bad actually!!!! way to go ash!

magical girl fearne in her titan transformation. amazing.

a bard with performance anxiety! truly i love that so much. robbie ur mind. absolutely genius.

orym can you step up and talk about all dorian has to offer

ROBBIE YOUR MIND. ABSOLUTELY GENIUS.

F I N D G R E A T E R S T E E D

"orym totally blue screens" oh so relatable. a HUGE mood. i've also been that horny.

chetney reminding everyone that he's old... old as balls...

all the speeches were so good. i am. of course. absolutely biased towards dorian's.

OH THESE TITLES F U C K

does chetney have A KID

liam GLARING at matt while he's playing dorian's dad. EXTREMELY relatable.

"word of cyrus's passing has reached us." O U G H E "we wanted to make sure you were properly aware." excuse me whilst i sob on the floor.

oh no. oh no this is not how i thought this was gonna go. oh no i'm gonna cry. dorian "locks up with physical affection" storm. my favorite for a reason.

OH NO SAM WEARING THE FRIDA HOODIE. I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE. frida still doesn't know what happened to fcg....

NOT DORIAN CRYING IN HIS FATHER'S ARMS

aaaaaaaaaaand there's the other shoe dropping! "those willing and capable" because you think dorian ISN'T?

y e a h this is more how i thought this was gonna go. oughe my heart.

there's dorian's anger! oh it is so precious to me.

i'm gonna throw up dude. oh my god. matt and robbie i love you. IS THE ZONE OF TRUTH UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what a deeply revealing question!

A CEREMONIAL BLADE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"a smile and a look in his eyes you've been chasing your entire life. pride." O U G H E

"you made my favorite toys growing up." HAHA I KNEW IT.

THE C-POPPERS!!!!!!! chetney has a fan club this is so great.

"can i get a painty." m a t t h e w

chet calling imogen his assistant. what a throw back to dorian and imogen at the masque in jrusar.

braius you silver tongued motherfucker.... god that's so good

PIKE!!!!!!!!

THIS IS TRUTHBEARER. LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

that's so funny. oh my god.

HOW MUCH HE LOVES DORIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! liam obrien i am kissing you on the mouth

LIAM OBRIEN I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH

dorian and orym having so many conversations AROUND how much they love each other. never actually saying it. or talking to each other about it directly. makes me want to chew concrete.

oh ashton....................... i love u. i really do.

"i think what she said was trustworthy" AGAIN YOU WOULD HAVE A BETTER IDEA IF YOU DID A CHECK ABOUT IT

imogen and keyleth... kiki saying imogen reminds her of a younger her... saying she's gonna need to convince the rest of vm to do this malleus key mission... oh i am sick

matthew.......... why the random d20 roll

oh if we're going back to nana morri does that mean SOMEONE will FINALLY ask orym about his not new anymore magic and how/why/where it came from. or if there's a conversation between orym and nana morri about the state of his deal since fcg died.

chetney you dumbass. that was NEVER gonna happen. HER CALLING HIM A YOUNGIN. amazing.

the BQILF lmao

y'all simply HAVE to be more careful with ashton and the worshippers of the luxon. this is how people get kidnapped and experimented on in underground layers.

oh the tragedy of ashton only getting to be okay and not in pain when he's in the titan form. ugh that makes me so sad.

god i love callowmoore so much!!!

ASHTON BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CAAAAAAAAAAAAAREEEEEEEEEEFUL

chetney is so excited about having a fan. i love this for travis so much LMAO.

NOT WHISPERS ABOUT WAYLOND

"he made me a beautiful toy boat! i gave it to a street urchin." LMAO

THANK YOU MARISHA FOR CALLING OUT DEALS MADE WITH NANA MORRI

this is truly so funny. i relate to this man so much.

"this is the room you're gonna die in." // "i'm okay with that."

[rosecrystal]

it feels so weird to write about this to you because i made fun of your dumb anons countless times but my god you are someone who has some real and working brain cells so please bear with me for five minutes. So. I had this online friend for 11 years now. We pretty much grew up together lmao. Well. Lately i feel some... flirting when we talk. She told me she wanted to kiss me once when she was very drunk. Our "lets move abroad together and have a shitty small apartment together!! #girls" fantasies suddenly became hey wouldnt it be funny if we got married in europe. And babes i cant tell you how much i hate it. I do not have any feelings for her romantically, fuck i am SO BAD with romantic relationship stuff that even thinking about this makes me want to ghost her after 11 fucking years of geniunely amazing friendship. I know i should bring it up to her but i also know its gonna go TERRIBLY because she cannot handle rejection well like at all. The worst of it all is she got a very good job recently and shes planning to come visit me during the winter. Ive been just dodging any talks about her visit and saying well let me figure out my grad school stuff and my job stuff and my moving houses stuff blablabla but i know i Have to say something very soon. Please for the love of god look at this from an outsider perspective and give me at least a bit of advice i am willing to be the clown of the day. What do i do. What do i say.

Helloo anon the i am willing to be the clown of the day part is so funny to me but this is definitely a complicated situation um my 2 cents are that you guys should have a serious talk about this (duh) if you want to salvage your friendship because if you’re already walking on eggshells and avoiding her then your friendship is doomed to begin with. Even if she can’t handle rejection well it is up to you to be honest with her about your feelings and intentions to avoid hurting her/leading her on. I just feel like honesty is an act of love and the biggest favor you can do to another person, how they deal with it is up to them and not up to you anymore. Consider either having a video call or you guys could even talk face to face when she comes to see you (if she’s coming to see you as a friend). Maybe talk to her about what her expectations for visiting you are (eg. maybe shes excited to see and explore the city where you live or she wants to hang out with you etc) and that might give you an idea of how to handle the situation. Wish you luck!🍀

[sparda-ly]

i cant believe that you do write for mgr!! i swear that i've been dying to find some new fics of this fandom, because, you know, no one makes content of it. but anyways! im really really happy that you do write for mgr and, as always, i'll make u a request (and you can ignore it if you want :))

how would sam and raiden (and maybe mistral and moonson if you are willing to write for these) separately to a reader that likes to write love letters with little hearts and sweet words all over and send for them when they aren't around :)

and keep your good work but also take care of yourself, okay? love u, darling!! 💕💕

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RAIDEN, JETSTREAM SAM, MONSOON, MISTRAL WITH AN S/O THAT WHO WRITES CUTES NOTES

GENDER UNSPECIFIED!

note: hey there sugar, love to see you in my inbox! hope these headcannons are ok since i'm not really sure bout the monsoon part! let me know if you have any tips

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raiden

raiden is pretty slow when it comes to showing affection therefore when you started leaving him cute little notes with hearts splattered all around them, he only makes a ??? face and questions why would you do that if you can say the same thing to his face.

it probably takes a lot of time explaining to him that this is just tyour way of showing your love and affection for him

plus, the poor cyborg thinks there are some type of secret bombs hidden in these notes dropped off by his enemies due to his trauma

however, after some time he grows to actually enjoy them and always smiles whenever he notices them on his desk

once raiden tried writing a little note for you however it looked absolutely horrible, the man felt so embarrased he threw it away before you could even see it 😭😭😭

sam

this cocky mf definitely enjoys them and absolutely cherishes them with his life

sam definitely handles affection better than raiden, that's for sure

also, he himself has quite a few ways of showering you with love

that's why he surely understands what you mean by these cute notes and always lets you know how he feels about them

one time after a particular hard objective, he saw a pink note attached to his desk with the words "let's dance after this mission ;) ♡♡" and it absolutely made his day

let's not forget the fact that he will absolutely show these notes to all his acquaintances and eat up their jealous faces, feeling pride he has such an amazing partner 💗

monsoon

starting of with the fact that this man is arrogant and cocky as fuck, monsoon will definitely appreciate these small acts

he may have a hard time showing that though

monsoon secretely loves them and always collects them putting them in a safe box in his office

although he will get defensive if anyone brings it up during a conversation and deny the fact

he can also be flirty when he feels like it but it's only when he's in the mood

similar to sam and raiden, small notes from you can easily change his entire mood

mistral

please for the love of god never stop leaving this woman cute notes, she adores them

whenever she sees these pieces of paper containing tons of hearts and a little message, she goes quite litreally crazy

"baby, if i knew i would get these notes every day, i would've asked you out earlier"

her favourite notes are the ones were you praise her and tell her she's your favourite person

at some point mistral definitely starts leaving you similar notes possibly with flirty pick-up lines that surprisingly are good

she feels pride and satisfaction whenever she sees you blushing at them

[onestorytorulethemall]

ok guys. this post is inspired by a couple pjo pinterest girlies. “we need more complex characters” everyone says. BUT WE CANT EVEN HANDLE SHOW SALLY JACKSON. “book sally never would’ve done this or that”. WE ONLY SEE SALLY FROM PERCY’S POINT OF VIEW. just like how people are gonna make a huge deal about how leah ruined annabeth’s character in the show. but no because that’s been annabeth all along, that’s who she is, she’s bringing life to her character from a third person view. we get to see the whole picture now. we should be incredibly grateful that we even get a show, with a phenomenal cast, who have done a wonderful job so far. like that is exactly what makes good acting and storytelling and good and complex characters is IMPERFECTION. because NOBODY IS PERFECT. like we can’t handle seeing sally jackson, a struggling single mom on the edge of losing her crap because she’s so stressed out and all alone and is feeling pretty helpless. we can’t handle seeing annabeth chase IN ANY WAY BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW SHE IS PORTRAYED SOMEONE IS GONNA HATE ON HER. whether she’s that strong and tough fighter or vulnerable and emotional and affectionate someone is gonna find a way to complain about her. if sally is perfect and flawless and amazing people are gonna be like well there’s no way she’s actually that good but if she’s complex and shows her struggles and her emotions and her vulnerability people are gonna be like BUT NO SHES NOT PERFECT ENOUGH. there is no such thing as a flawless character. a GOOD character is full of imperfections and flaws. and i mean we can all agree that percy is clearly an unreliable narrator, so we see these women through his perspective. i would just like as we go into season two that we as a fandom will take a step back and look at the whole scene and instead of bashing leah for ruining annabeth but instead be grateful that she brings such life and perspective to her character. and the very same with sally jackson, thag we will just appreciate her character to being a good mom to percy and appreciate the great acting and be compassionate towards her character and try to be more understanding to her. because if we can’t even be compassionate towards a character like sally (though she doesn’t exist in the real world), how can we show compassion towards the people in real life?

[jaylleoo14]

Why is Quanxi so

so

SO??!??!?!?!?!?! WHY IS SHE SO FREAKING COOL!?!?! I love her so much please be my girlfriend I promise I know how to cook or I can learn how to cook for you. Light of my life, my wife, my one and only :( GIRL PLEASE I CANT HANDLE IT

This is my wife yall 😊 look at her look so good and amazing and dashing and oh my god i feel like i cant shut up

PLEASE CARRY ME LIKE THAT TOO!!! OMG AHHHHHHH (I am not down bad I dont know what you mean I am simply just admiring her strength and how pretty she is and how fine and how-)

So true so true 😊she is THE CHARACTER. THE MOMENT. THE EVERYTHING AHHHHHHHHH

I shall refrain from talking about her now before I say anything too.... not family friendly <3

QUANXI MY WIFE I LOVE YOU-

[blujaishah]

hi! How’s it going?

This is a good opportunity to explain why I haven't been posting art dont read any of it if u dont want to it's more for me

Aside from normal academic stuff it's mostly because my school's literary magazine is allowing submissions and I really want to get my art in it (you're a published artist/author if you get in it)

Thing is last year I didn't get my art in it (I made a self portrait titled 'hearts' that I stupidly never took a picture of because I never got it back) but they had too many art submissions and not enough literary submissions so most of the art got cut from the magazine

So I think you can tell that I was pissy bc I really need to get my art in this thing

So now I have been focusing a lot on my submission because I'm writing something with it, it's gonna look like a children's picture book with multiple drawings and a story

I might post it here if it doesn't end up being too personal but prob not

It's taking me a while because one i want it to look good and two i want it to look painted and that isn't my normal style and three because I am not a writer

Another reason as to why I'm not posting is because I'm looking for jobs because ur girl does not have money and that's something I wanna prioritize

And the last reason is less fun and something that I genuinely need to type out and admit in writing is that my parents are absolute batshit crazy and I want nothing more than to complete my high school credits and leave my home town

My sister didn't mind leaving like I want to in fact she wanted to get as far away from us (specifically my dad) as possible but she has no problem having me with her and husband because they've somewhat settled down

She's traveled the world and she's pretty cool, she's at a very prestigious university, she went to Thailand in high school, she's been to Jordan, Lebanon, and a couple years ago she went to Palestine for a year and became a high school teacher there she's awesome

It would be amazing to go to college where she is (i'm in a position financially and academically where going out of state for college is very possible ESPECIALLY where she is) and also to get to know her husband more would be great cause we barely got to know each other when he was here

My brother on the other hand didn't want to leave our mom but really needed to get out of the house because of our dad so now he's in this really awkward position where he lives in an apartment literally a 15 minutes walk from our house and by extension his very comfortable bedroom, and also he comes home every night to see our mom

It absolutely sucks and I very much want to leave my home even though I say what my parents want me to say I'll do after high school when I'm around them

My dad is demented and I have no problem admitting that he's never abused me physically but he has verbally quite a few times and hinted at physical abuse and it gets to me a lot

mostly it's about academics which he is quite literally insane for thinking I don't do well academically

There's a lot of stuff with him that's god awful and i wont get into it because that's what I do in a therapeutic environment which I cant get without being gaslit by my family so yeah

I can't draw anything except what I have to with all this it's a lot to be thinking about because I'm still just a kid and idk i can't handle it maturely so I have to write about it on tumblr lmao

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super 043

Hey, shut up!  There’s a baby!

So Goku isn’t feeling well lately.   He’s got no appetite, and when he flies, he has difficulty steering, which sounds scary as hell.  Chi-Chi suggests he go consult King Kai, but Goku’s Instant Transmission power doesn’t work very well either.  I mean, that could lead to some pretty horrifying scenarios, now that I think of it.  Like, Cronenburg movie horrifying, let’s leave it at that.  Fortunately, he just keeps teleporting to the wrong places until he finally ends up where he wants to go.

King Kai diagnoses Goku with “Delayed Onset Energy Disorder”, which is just a Dragon Ball Z version of Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness.  That’s a real-world condition where you get sore after overdoing it at the gym.  People used to think this was caused by a buildup of lactic acid in the muscles, but this was later proven to be false.  Anyway, that Bluper Kaio-ken Goku used against Hit in Episode 39 and 40 was probably what caused it, and now Goku cant’ control his ki.  I’m assuming the “Delayed Onset” part was just to explain why this didn’t bother him during Episodes 41 and 42.  King Kai recommends Goku rest until he’s back to normal, except he still has to teleport back home, so that’s kind of a problem, right?

So yeah, he makes it home, but he also crashes through the whole house, so the Son family has to crash at Gohan and Videl’s house.

But Gohan’s not at home at the moment, because he and Videl are having dinner with some academic big shots about some future career thing.  I can’t fault Toriyama/Toei/Shueisha for not being too interested in the details of Gohan’s scientific career.  I mean, that’s not what the show is about, and I’m not sure it’s worth the trouble of explaining how this works in Dragon World.  Maybe this is exactly how it works in the real world, and I just never found out because I settled for a Bachelor’s Degree. 

My point is that it’s kind of cheap to just have Gohan in these vague conferences, or having meals with vague characters who talk about how “impressive” his work has been without ever explaining what he’s doing.  I’m pretty sure Dragon Ball Super: Super Hero was the first time they confirmed that Gohan is a professional biologist, and that movie came out in 2022.  I mean, I think that was what everyone had guessed, but in 2016, I couldn’t tell you for certain whether he had finished college or grad school, or if he was already working in the private sector. 

Anyway, he had to skip the Destroyer Invitational Tournament because of an important meeting he had to go to that same day, and this episode suggest that his attendance is paying off.  He’s supposed to get this big job offer soon, and Videl supplying an autographed picture of Mr. Satan doesn’t hurt either. 

Oh, and Gohan’s let hand looks like ass in this scene.  We’re through the worst of Dragon Ball Super’s slipshod visuals, but it never ceases to amaze me how often I find off-model stuff without even trying.  We’re 43 episodes into this thing and they’re still finding their level.

The point of this scene is that Goku is calling to let Gohan know they’re at his house and why.  And since Gohan repeats everything Goku says for exposition, he gets overheard by the Pilaf Gang, who are just... here at this restaurant for no apparent reason.

I miss my dad a lot.

Anyway, Piccolo’s been at the house looking after Pan, and he doesn’t trust Chi-Chi and Goku to handle things without him, so he sticks around.  Later, Piccolo takes the baby and her sick grandpa up to the roof to hang out, because Piccolo. 

Pan is fascinated by the stars, and Goku offers to fly her up for a closer look when he’s feeling better, but for now he promises her that she’ll become a Super Saiyan someday and see them for herself.  Then she calls him “da-da” which bothers him because he’s “grampa”, but Pan can’t say that yet, I guess. 

Outside, Pilaf has this whole scheme lined up, but I honestly don’t understand any of it.  Basically they want to get the others away from the house so they can beat up Goku with their new robot suit.  Since Goku’s powerless, they figure this is their best chance to finish him.  I’ll be honest, I’ve completely lost the plot with the Pilaf Gang.   Trust me, I’ve been paying attention here.  Part of the reason I wanted to re-watch this show was to try to get a handle on what they were doing, but it’s no good.  None of this makes any sense. 

Okay, so their last appearance before Dragon Ball Super was in the filler arc at the end of Dragon Ball.  It’s been roughly twenty-five years since then.  Now they show up in the Battle of Gods arc as children.  The movie explained that they once used the Dragon Balls to make themselves younger, but DBS never bothers with any of that.  So if you’re going in cold, and Dragon Ball Super is the only one you’ve warched, then all you know for sure is that these nutty kids really want Dragon Balls and they seem to want to murder Goku for no apparent reason. 

Anyway, their plan goes haywire for some reason.  I think it’s because they saw people leaving the house to search for Pan.  As it turns out, Pan came to them, and in their haste to bug out, Mai brought Pan aboard.  Pilaf wants her to toss the baby out, because he won’t do it himself.  In his ranting and raving, he damages the controls, which causes their robot to shoot straight up into space.

Then Pan busts out with all the Pilaf Gang hanging on to her foot for dear life.

She can finally see the stars, up close, although I suppose the view isn’t much different.  Then she remembers all her stuff is back home, so she flies back.

The Pilaf Gang gets deposited in a tree, or something. 

Goku and the others return from their search to find Pan sleeping on the couch like nothing happened at all.  What a li’l stinker.

Then Gohan and Videl come home and explain that they offered Gohan the job, but he turned it down because the hours were too much.  Also, his daugther is a super-strong flying baby, so that complicates things.  Pan starts saying “grampa” to Goku, so she learned a new word.  And that’s basically it. 

Honestly, as a story, this really didn’t go anywhere.  Goku gets over his DOED by the next episode, and while this was a cute outing for Pan, I’m not sure what the point of it was.  They might have done more with the Gohan plot, since he’s the only character who made any sort of decision, but I’m not sure how that could work.  I’m not eager for a five minute scene where Gohan and Videl discuss the pro’s and con’s of taking some new job. 

Well, at least the baby’s cute.

[theskyexists]

Went to see across the spiderverse

In retrospect, a film about parents dying and preventing it from happening was..

Anyway.

It was incredible animation of course again. The first part was honestly AMAZING. With Gwen. She looked so breathtakingly beautiful. And her dad????? The EMOTION. And also, wtf. But think they wrapped it up too quickly actually.he HUNTED her and then tried to arrest her (stupid cop!) when she saved people and even when she showed him who she was!!! And she left him for it - rightfully she said: I guess there is no one for me here now. And he didn't apologise. He didn't say: I was wrong. I'm sorry. I was worried sick. I'm your dad first and a cop second - a cop no more. GWEN!!!

Really interesting that the first film already had the theme: being Spiderman means experiencing certain fundamental things. And the point of being Spiderman is getting up again. (Nvm the weird thing about everybody can be Spiderman....uh..I always thought that was weird in that first film. Bc the whole point was that no you cant it takes a certain something)

But. Now they're taking it to the next level of course. And it's getting VERY meta. In order for a spiderworld to exist - some spiderrelated events MUST happen.

But actually Miles is an anomaly so he REALLY CAN WRITE HIS OWN STORY. Like Gwen says: HE REALLY CAN DO ANYTHING. And. He really can change canon. (Also explains why he's so OP yeah)

But also - didn't he already lose Uncle Aaron? But that's a different event? So Uncle Aaron is Uncle Ben. And then there's a police captain and a kid. Who's often related to the love interest. The question even is, why didn't Miguel gun for Miles immediately. Probably didn't know how to 'fix him'.

Stupid idea to tell Miles anything anyway tbh.

They really got rid of Aunt May quick to isolate Miles again.

I loved Hobie like - almost in retrospect. HE WAS ACTUALLY PUNK ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT!!!

Loved the moments of betrayal. Especially between Gwen and Miles. And Peter and Miles. and Peter and Gwen. And Gwen and Spider-Woman. 'we're supposed to be the good guys!' YEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!! That's also why I thought they wrapped Gwen's dad's thing too soon because dude, that was like a huge awful betrayal and they handled it almost like some regular fight between a kid and her dad. Especially coz GWEN had to be the adult in the room when he walked away - like WHAT. And how did her speech lead to him quitting. There should have been one more beat about firstly: Gwen being like: oh god he's gonna die anyway and secondly: something changed - Miles changed it. Or - I changed it (because. I met Miles?). To tie it all back.

It was incredible action, emotion, tempo, character moments etc. BUT I'll say it.

The ending was weak. Couldn't have been anything else I guess. They definitely could have done worse. The windowed narrative was pretty good, and the reveal etc. it all helped..but still weak and a little disappointing.

'There's always a way'. But how? I guess you got Spot which is a new element in the multiverse. Might be able to do something about....holes in the canon. eyyyy. If he weren't a supervillain for idk stupid ego reasons.

Miguel is not funny. It's actually amazing that it's commented on and in fact right around that comment the jokes around him fall flat.

Interestingly he seemed to be injecting himself with spiderdna I guess as more permanent inoculation against glitching

Loved Nueva York...

I also can't think of a way the ending could have been better. I just didn't think they'd cut it off. Didn't realise it was a series and not a whole story. Then suddenly I get this uneasy feeling like wait uh we're slowing but we're not there yet by far....

I think maybe my brother is right and they should have spent less time on Uncle Aaron putting on a record and more on Gwen getting ALL the buddies from ALL the worlds - interspersed with Miles getting getting more 'threatened' and that speeding up and up and then we get the reveal. BAM. And something about Gwen coming for Miles. Actually I think probably the windowed band story might have been bad actually here because tbf this ISNT Gwen's story anymore. We switched povs. I really absolutely LOVED Gwen as the main character at the beginning there. I adored it. Holy shit. But we switched. And they should have made her reference something Miles said. Not (just) her own personal story. Because it's not (just) about her anymore at that point.

Hah. What a thing to say from me who realised during those first ten minutes how POWERFUL a Spiderman story about a girl was to me suddenly - told so incredibly - even if at super high speed. Her internality is so different from what Miles sees ... Genuinely felt so - well whatever. Im glad enough we got ten minutes of her story, of her as main character. Still can't really expect more.

Also absolutely called that teleport mixup the moment I realised he wanted to use the going home machine

Also just really loved Miles' world. Brooklyn. the bbq, the streets it's all so homy and particular. His parents are a great team but damn they really shouldn't use that for ganging up on him. I feel like this film doesn't deliver enough comeuppance for parents, not enough grovelling. Why was there that moment with Gwen and his parents? It didn't land fully - because at that point I didn't yet know that the film was ending.

[dollwrites]

HI BABE please take all the time you need I know you're probably sooo busy right now!!! I'm so sorry about your old page you didn't deserve that, but I'm so so happy you decided to stay and make a new one I couldn't even imagine coming on here anymore if you weren't here 😭

THEY ARE TALKIING ABOUT BANNING TIKTOK! Unfortunately our government REALLY wants to ban tiktok they had a hearing with the CEO of tiktok and everything about it, and they're also trying to ban vpns so we cant get to tiktok that way either 😒 it's so annoying I would be so crushed lol I have hundreds of edits and stuff

I DID GET TO SEE DEMON SLAYER OMG IT WAS AMAZING I mostly just went to see the tengen/gyutaro fight on the big screen tbh lol. They only showed the first episode of the new season but I will say koku looked and sounded VERY cool he was super mysterious I'm very excited for you to see in like a week 👀 hate to say it but muzan looked BEAUTIFUL and of course akaza did too, but as someone who hasn't read the manga I was SHOCKED at just how HUGE Doma is like the stature on that man is insane I was expecting him to be kinda skinny and lanky but NOPE 👀 Also mitsuri I- 😳 the bi in me cannot handle it I just love her 😭 like was there a certain scene that was just brazen fan service, yes. But did she look gorgeous YES. I'm also kinda excited to see more of Genya his character design is so cool to me. I'm very excited to see what you think when the new season comes out 👀

Also PLEASE write more diabolik lovers!!! Diabolik lovers is one of the only animes I consistently rewatch I just cant help it it's like a guilty pleasure lol. It has so much potential for dark content like idk if it's just me but I love reading about blood/my blood getting drank etc lol so it fits perfectly. I also just love the trope of being forced to live with them and the whole gothic vampire vibes 🖤

I didn't want to send many tiktoks since ik you're probably so busy with the new blog so I'm just gonna include two diabolik lovers ones lol 🥰

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRceDUYr/

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRceukvJ/

I'm so excited for the new things you're going to post, I hope you're doing well 😘 -jjk anon

BABY YES HI

First of all I’m so sorry all the shit happened before I could answer your big ask I WAS SO UPSET 😭

OH NO THEY SHOULDNT DO THAT. I mean I pretty much exclusively use tiktok to watch thirst edits of anime hotties BUT STILL I wonder why the gov doesn’t like tiktok???

if they do ban it we’ll have to send each other fan art back and forth 😭😭

YES DEMON SLAYER IM SO EXCITED I’ve been getting so hype about finally seeing Koku baby animated my big big big warrior man 😵‍💫😵‍💫 BRO I SAW SOME LEAKED CLIPS AND PICS IM NOT A MUZAN GIRLIE BUT HE LOOKED V V GOOD and douma is fucking MASSIVE !!! I haven’t read the manga either but one of my besties has and I did make her ( begged 💚 ) to give me all the spoilers which is how I knew about koku in the first place SKKSKSK SO IM EXCITED

YOU LIKE DL TOO ?? YES WE SHARE ONE BRAIN I SWEAR. DL would be a guilty pleasure anime if I possessed even 1 ounce of shame but I do not so I just openly love those slutty slutty vampire men. I must know who your favorites are 🤨🤨 YOU KINDA GIVE SUBARU AND YUMA STAN VIBES but I can also see you being into ayato also THE FORCED DOMESTICATIONNNNN ONE OF MY FAVES WE REALLY DO HAVE ONE BRAIN SKSKSKKSK

THE TIKTOKKKKSSSS OMG YOU SEND ME THE TWO BABIES ??? IM GONNA SCREAM kanato is my little meow meow the urge to be his mommy ( bc his real mom is….. ya know 💀 ) and let him drink from me while I pet his hair is OVERWHELMING and AZUSA SOFT BOY I’m shaking trembling I love those TikToks thank you for the snack babe 💚💚💚

It is kinda hectic trying to transfer everything 😅 BUT I always want to make time for you when I can !!

I have some for you too 🥺🥺

listen… I’m so excited to write that upper moon reverse harem au I’ve been HOLDING ON TO FOR THE LONGEST TIME it’s finally almost time to release these fics and Douma is going to be a MENACE to our poor reader

I SAW THIS AND IMMEDIATELY SAVED IT THINKING OF YOU

I genuinely cannot believe my FAVORITE va was cast as the deadbeat dilf I am going rabid

I WISH I HAD MORE FOR YOU BUT SINCE THE MOVE IVE NOT BEEN ON TIKTOK THAT MUCH

[mmunson86]

“Yes, he's good looking, obviously. No, we aren't a thing, we were never a thing.”

We are not a thing YET gotta look at the bright side eh, lets keep that hope alive that one day we are a thing with our BFF Eddie🙂‍↔️

“In jeans that weren't ripped, with wild hair scooped back into a low bun.”

Yup i am done any time this man is sporting a low bun my mind runs wild i cant handle it🙈

“In the soft wink that loosed a thousand moths within your core.”

and whatever feelings we had for Eddie that “mellowed” are suddenly back and catching fire😩

“That's a load of crap. You, hey, you look amazing. Seriously, smoking hot.”

Please i am begging you Eddie dont make us loose our composure it is taking everything in us not to jump your bones right now

“Hey,” he replied, crowding your space with the confidence he embodies, “you look incredible. Trust me.”

Oh we trust you Eddie what we dont trust is ourselves or our knees , all these compliments are going to make our knees give out🫠

Chrissy fucking Cunningham. 

Alright we get it you have money and you are beautiful, who let this girl in because i am about to kick her ass right out🙃 

“You know, if you wanted me that badly you could have just asked, sweetheart.” He said, as he flashed you a smug grin. 

Shut up Eddie before we smack you on the side of the head, there was no way we were letting Chrissy take you home, & now we have no car money😑

She smiled, and just said, “pretty sure you could have got that date for free.” 

Not the time & place mom please just save it we know you are right but not right now😂

“This felt good. This felt right. You circled his neck within your arms and relaxed for the first time that evening.”  

This is exactly where we have always belonged , we could get lost in this man forever💗

“So, if this was a date, what would we be doing instead?” 

Ohh we are feeling bold BOLD tonight lol okaay lets get it , come on Eddie give us your awnser

“Yeah. Then, I would have taken you back to my place, offered you a cup of coffee”

Coffee ? Okay Eddie lol i mean i guess we need the caffeine to keep up with late night activity’s we would be participating in 😉

“Then, I would kiss you, properly. Like you deserve to be kissed.” 

That is our queue to get the hell out of this place we need to tell this man how we feel FR FR😩

“I feel stupid. I've had… kind of a crush on you, since high school.”

We did it! Oh fuck oh fuck shit okay we did it we finally told him, now we have to see how he reacts, that is the nerve wrecking part😭

“It's not, it's really not. You're in pain, and I know you'd never ask. Plus, I, ha, don't have the balls to say this to your face.” 

We appreciate the back rub but for the love of god what is it Eddie? what cant you seem to be able to say to us i am begging tell us 🫠

“I've got a secret. I've- had a crush, on you, since middle school.” 

Ohh hell yes! We are literally idiots in lovee! My heart is going to explode! The fact that he feels the same?!?🥹💗

“I'm in love with you.” 

Screaming , crying & throwing up! All in a good way of course i am just ahh he said he loves us!

“Sweetheart, there's a thirteen year old boy doing backflips in my head. Let him have a moment.” 

Gosh i love him! He is just so freaking perfect in every way! We cant help ourselves Eddie🙂‍↔️

“Sweetheart, I'd ask you to move in tomorrow.” 

Well you dont have to ask us twice your wish is our command🫠

“Holy shit, Eddie- are you, pierced??” 

This is all yall get i am not giving anything else up lol go read this fic it is soo freaking good , it has me kicking my feet and twirling my hair!

Highest Bidder

Description: When you get Eddie to agree to be on auction for the Valentine’s Ball, you don't count on jealousy affecting you this much. To be fair, you didn’t think Chrissy Cunningham would be there. But maybe, just maybe, he likes you just as much as you like him? 

Warnings: Angst, fluff and smut, my favourite horsemen. NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll shoot you with arrows and not the cupid kind. Slight older, 25 ish Eddie Munson x 23 ish fem reader, confessions, BFFs to lovers, oral fem receiving, p in v unprotected sex (dress before you impress irl) 

A/N: So this was meant for Valentines but I decided to catch Covid instead. Inspired by the auction scene in Groundhog Day. I loved writing this, hopefully you get the desperate pining feeling that I was trying to give off. I love all of you, not only on Valentines but every day. 

Comments and reblogs keep this little paper heart from bursting Into flames. Please, comment and reblog, it makes me so happy you don't even know. 

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“So sweetheart,” Eddie begins, a sly smile creeping over his face as he steeples his hands in front of him, elbows on his knees, “are you gonna tell me why you did it?” He's sitting across from you in his armchair, like this is some sort of bizarre job interview. 

The surroundings are familiar. Eddie's second hand couch, the worn fabric soft under your thighs. The coffee table you helped drag up four flights of stairs, adorned with a coaster placed entirely for your benefit, of course. It's not like Eddie cares about water rings. The comforting smell of the fabric softener Eddie uses intermingled with cigarettes, and incense to cover the smoky aroma. That, and Eddie's aftershave; faint after a night in proximity of it, but there all the same. 

The situation is not familiar. The wayward glances, the lingering touches, the tension filling the air so thick it's like trying to move through cake batter. Wading through some dense, sweet, all consuming feeling that sticks to your ribs and pulls you into its gravity.

Torn between looking at him and shyly stirring your drink with its straw, you think about it. Why did you? The answer wasn't simple. It never was, with Eddie.

It all started with the Valentines Charity Ball your mom roped you into helping to organise. She was a force to be reckoned with, your mom. The human equivalent of a wrecking ball. When she got involved with any good cause, no one and nothing could stop her. Including you. 

So, when she ran to you in desperation last night, you didn't hesitate. One of the guys for the date auction had taken ill and she was stuck for a fourth. So, the first name you could think of spilled out of your mouth. It took some convincing. No, he's not just some freak. Yes, he's doing well for himself. Yes, he's got a steady job, an apartment. No, he doesn't deal anymore. Yes, he's good looking, obviously. No, we aren't a thing, we were never a thing. 

You were never a thing. It was much more complex than that. Affairs of the heart always were. When you'd met Eddie at school you were quiet. A loser, living on the fringes of obscurity; not popular, but not strange enough to be bullied. Eddie was safe. A shield. You'd entered Hellfire without a second thought. And sure, he was handsome, ridiculously so. But at the time, he was seeing some twig called Stacey or Samantha or something, and you bit down on your attraction. Hid it deep within the tissue of your heart. Swallowed it whole. Then, you'd dated Thomas, and after that, he had seen Wendy, and then it was circumstantial. At no point had the pair of you been single together until recently, so it clearly wasn't meant to be. Whatever attraction you'd been harbouring was mellowed, dissolved and disintegrated in yourself. After that, he was just Eddie. 

Convincing Eddie to do the auction had been an entirely different story. It wasn't nerves. He had stood on tables in the cafeteria to speak his mind, after all. He had conveyed his innermost thoughts to almost any who would listen, like some wayward preacher at a bizarre sermon. It could never be nerves, not with him. It was always the fear of not being enough. The fear of himself. After many words of encouragement, he'd agreed. If only to shut you up, but it worked. 

What you hadn't accounted for was the sight of Eddie climbing out of his beat up van in a goddamn button up shirt and fucking dress shoes. In jeans that weren't ripped, with wild hair scooped back into a low bun. You hadn't counted on the easy smile you'd seen a thousand times now winding into your stomach and sending raven wing beats into your heart. In the soft wink that loosed a thousand moths within your core. Moths, they say, live at most, a day, but these seem ancient compared. Alive in an enclosure you had created years ago, set loose suddenly and all at once, their once fixated caretaker ignoring his responsibilities. 

“Hey sweetheart, am I late?” 

When had his voice gained that huskiness, that depth? When had looking into his chocolate brown eyes melted your insides? A twinge in your back brought on by the stress of the night took you back to the here and now. Gazing back at him whilst you attempted to rub it away, you replied.

“N-no, not at all. You, you look really good, Eddie.” 

He scoffed aloud, shaking his head in disbelief, a cascade of loose curls flowing around his face. 

“That's a load of crap. You, hey, you look amazing. Seriously, smoking hot.” 

Your head span with the compliment, as you looked down at your own outfit. It was a ball after all, and for once your mom had insisted on a dress. It was a deep red, cheap satin, low cut, a tasteful hem at the knee, with a slit up the side providing at least a little mobility, and kitten heels. Currently, you felt like an outsider looking into a different world through plexiglass, but the way Eddie looked at you made you feel like you belonged. 

‘It's nothing, just a dress.” 

“Hey,” he replied, crowding your space with the confidence he embodies, “you look incredible. Trust me.”

His knuckles dragged across your flushed cheek, and for a moment all sense of who you were and why this was happening was lost to the feel of his skin on yours. But only for a moment. Dipping your eyes down, you took a tiny step back. 

“We should head inside Eddie. You ready?” 

After a couple of hours of cheesy music and weak as fuck punch, you tapped your fingers on your plastic cup and turned down the latest pensioner who thought you were here for his amusement. Until finally, the host tapped the microphone and asked everyone to gather at the front for the main event. You made your way to the side of the stage in case you were needed, and waited for the bidding to start. 

“And now, ladies and gentlemen, we have the highlight of the night. For one night only, Hawkins’s most eligible bachelors will be yours, to an extent. Be prepared to be wined, dined, and entertained, by our finest gentlemen, all in the name of charity, of course. And first up, is our very own George Heights! Give it up for George everyone!” 

The crowd clapped as George walked onto the stage, an early balding man with just the hint of a pot belly poking through his chequered blue shirt.  

“George is an artist, and an aspiring architect, with a penchant for poetry and an insatiable appetite. Give it up for George, everybody!”

After a lukewarm auction, which ended with George being bought for 65 bucks, the next one was sold. And the next one. Pretty soon, it was Eddie's turn. He stepped forward, and whispers began to float around you. You expected that, to some extent, but there were woops, and even a wolf whistle too. Ever the showman, he bent into a low bow, straightened back up, and winked at the audience. 

“And last, but not least, we have a handsome young man up for your bidding pleasure. Put your hands together for Eddie!” 

As he did a turn on the spot, hands outstretched, the rouse of applause went on for longer than you thought it would. Enthusiastic hands clapped for your man.

No. Your friend. Just a friend. 

“That's it, that's what we're looking for! Eddie is a mechanic, and a talented guitarist, who is looking for your company tonight! So, starting bid, can I hear twenty dollars?” 

“Here! Twenty dollars!” An old lady waved her programme enthusiastically in the air. Eddie's eyes rolled and caught yours momentarily, and you flashed a smile at him. 

“There we go, twenty! Can we go to twenty five?” 

“Thirty!” an equally old lady shouted, earning you yet another look from him that made you laugh. 

“Fifty dollars!” 

The crowd went silent as a man in the back shot his hand in the air. 

“Woah, a high bidder! Anyone want to beat fifty?” 

Before the crowd had a chance to recuperate a young and extremely pretty woman's hand shot upward. 

“One hundred dollars!” 

Everyone fell silent. The only thing not getting the message was your heartbeat. The beautifully manicured and delicate hand belonged to none other than Chrissy fucking Cunningham. 

She looked more beautiful than ever. Hawkins’s sweetheart, all grown up. The popular girl, the pretty girl. Prettier than you, at least to your mind. Prom queen, beauty pageant winner, and the icing on the cake? Actually a nice person. No one could hate her, it would be like kicking a kitten. 

But as your heart dropped like a lead weight into your chest, you thought you wouldn't mind seeing a bit of fur flying across the room, guided by your heels. 

You saw it, you couldn't fail to. The sudden way Eddie stood a little straighter, chest puffed up a little more, as a slow smirk crawled over his face. 

“One hundred? Wowee! Thank you young lady! Anyone for one twenty?” 

The man at the back called out, “right here!” 

Chrissy giggled, small hand held up covering the cute noise, and made another bid. 

“One thirty!” 

It seemed like the entirety of your body's blood had rushed to your head. You felt dizzy and sick, watching this happen, like some slow motion car crash. Again, your damned back hurt. you rubbed it in vain, and gazed back at the ruin in front of you.  

“One fifty!” The man at the back bellowed. Eddie's eyes widened, and he put his hands together, as if in prayer. His gaze was begging, pleading, and directed at Chrissy. 

The frozen spell you seemed to have been under lifted suddenly. This was not going to happen, you wouldn't let it. Chrissy had everything she could possibly need, she didn't need more. She couldn't have him. 

He's yours. 

Through watery eyes, you fiercely trawled through your purse, and came across the little envelope you tucked in there earlier. The money you had scraped together to go towards buying a car. You'd almost forgotten it, intending to drop it home before you came here. 

It looked like you'd have to be a pedestrian for a while longer. 

At the same time Chrissy placed delicate fingers in the air, your whole arm shot up, purse clutched in hand. 

“Two hundred and fifty two dollars and thirty nine cents!” 

Gasps and grunts from the crowd echoed throughout the hall as everyone turned to face you. Even Eddie's jaw hit the floor. It took a moment for it to register, but when it did people were cheering. 

“Well, I think that wraps it up folks! The highest bid of the night, sold to the very eager young lady in red right over here! What a great donation!”

He continued talking, wrapping up the show, and signalled for the music to start once again. Blood was hammering in your ears, making you almost oblivious to everyone around you. All you could focus on in your tunnel vision was Eddie as he walked to the edge of the stage, climbed off in a smooth hop, and started sauntering toward you. 

“You know, if you wanted me that badly you could have just asked, sweetheart.” He said, as he flashed you a smug grin. 

“Hey, I was just saving you from that guy over there, pretty sure he wanted more than a date.” Your words came out calmer than you thought you were capable of as you clenched a fist at your side to hide your shakes. 

“Oh, really?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest, “That's what you were saving me from, huh?” 

He knew it was a lie. You knew it was a lie. You're pretty sure the entire hall knew it was a lie. 

“Of course, don't want some old geezer putting his hands all over you. Not a fun Valentines. Plus, I own you now. You've gotta do what I say.” 

Your hands dropped to your hips, holding them as you smiled at him. 

“Kinky,” he replied, stepping closer, making you falter in your confident stance as you’re forced to look up at him, “so, what are your orders, princess?” 

“Can you, get me a drink. A proper drink, from the bar? Please?” 

Taking your hand in both of his, he brought it up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it that turned your insides upside down. 

“Easy. Your wish is my command. Jack and Coke, right?” 

Gormlessly nodding, all you managed to say was a stunted “uh huh.”

He flashed that grin again, and bounced off with more of a spring in his step than usual. 

You turned on your heel, begging yourself to get your head together, and busied yourself with gathering the donations for the auction, including your hefty one, and passed the cash to your mom to be locked away. When you approached, she opened her mouth but you wildly waved a finger at her. 

“I know, I don't want to hear it. Not right now.” 

She smiled, and just said, “pretty sure you could have got that date for free.” 

Rolling your eyes and simultaneously rubbing your back, you passed over the cash and turned quickly, nearly slamming into someone. 

“Easy princess, I know you bought me but I won't stand for full on tackling.” 

He was holding your drink high, arms up to protect it.

“Sorry Eds, just escaping from-” 

You looked over your shoulder, but your mom had disappeared. 

“-nevermind. Thank you.” 

As you grabbed your drink you took a generous gulp in a vain attempt to steady your nerves. 

“So, now you have me, what are you gonna do to me?” 

As he guided a wolfish grin to you, you simply rolled your eyes, trying to hide the fact that several unsavoury thoughts were swimming through your mind. 

“What if I told you to hop on one leg and bark like a dog, huh?” You replied, sending a grin right back. 

“Oh you don't think I would? Don't test me princess.” 

You simply folded your arms and cocked your head, daring him with a look. Eddie nodded, and started fucking bouncing on one leg. 

“Woof! Woo-” 

“OK OK stop you weirdo!” Gasping a laugh, you grabbed him by the crook of his elbow and dragged him away from the curious stares of those around you. 

As the song changed to a slow ballad, Eddie whipped the drink from your hand despite your protests and placed it on a nearby table. 

“What are you doing?” 

Grasping your hand he escorted you to the middle of the dance floor and suddenly pulled you so close that the air expelled from your lungs. There was no air, just music, and feeling, and Eddie. 

“I'm dancing with you. Isn't this what you do on dates?” 

As he held your hips, thumbs rubbing into your sides, your mind cleared. Like a bubble of smoke had popped. This felt good. This felt right. You circled his neck within your arms and relaxed for the first time that evening.  

“This isn't a date, Eds.” 

Your words held some spite, but it was belied by the smirk tugging at your cheeks. 

“You are right. This isn't a date. If it was, well, we wouldn't be surrounded by geriatrics.” he nodded at the crowd around you, eliciting a high pitched giggle from your chest. 

As you swayed in step with him, gazing into his chocolate eyes, the smirk only grew, fuelled by the mischief in his eyes. 

“So, if this was a date, what would we be doing instead?” 

A part of you wants to feel bashful and turn away, but the spell his eyes have you under is in control. No force on earth could tear your gaze asunder. The couples around you could burst into flames and be chalked up to little more than background noise. 

“Well, first, I would have picked you up at your house, bought you some flowers too,” he said as he brought his hand to yours, holding it and pushing you into his frame even more, so you strained your neck up to him. His breath fanned delicately against your ear as he continued his explanation. 

“Probably took you to a fancy restaurant, with fabric napkins,” he said, making you giggle at his understanding of ‘fancy’, “would have paid too. Maybe had some wine. Shared a dessert.” 

“Yeah?” You nearly whisper it, words falling into the exposed skin of his neck. 

“Yeah. Then, I would have taken you back to my place, offered you a cup of coffee,” suddenly he spun you, pressing his lithe front to your waiting back, his fingers scooping the hair from your neck sending comet trails of sensation down your spine. He continued, words making your head dizzy, “Then, I would kiss you, properly. Like you deserve to be kissed.” 

As he spun you back to face him, you held his gaze for a moment, seeing every ounce of honesty etched into those big brown eyes. 

“Eddie?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Let's get out of here.” 

You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the here and now. Here you sit, opposite Eddie, invaded by his scent, debating whether or not to just tell the truth and hang the consequences. 

Taking a gulp of your drink, you set it back down and look Eddie in the eye. 

“Listen, I'm gonna be honest. I saw the way you looked at Chrissy and I… I was jealous. I didn't think, I just kinda acted. I'm sorry if it was weird.” 

Bravery fleeing your bones leaving behind an airy wobble, you look at your own lap, fingers twisting over and over. You're only slightly aware of the shuffle and rustle of Eddie rising to his feet, of footsteps, of the dip in the couch next to you. Then, Eddie's large hand comes to rest over both of yours. 

“Do you know why, sweetheart? Why were you jealous?” 

His hand is steady, fingers stilling your movements confidently, but there's a quaver to his voice that seems entirely unlike him. Grasping his fingers, you absentmindedly play with his heavy rings. 

“I feel stupid. I've had… kind of a crush on you, since high school.”

Of all the reactions, you hadn't expected a deep laugh to reverberate from his chest. Recoiling in horror, you shift your hands away from his and move to stand, your only thought to run, flee. 

“No no no, please, sit,” he asks, hands grasping at your waist to keep you there, as you rub at the twinge in your back again. 

“Turn around,” he says, and you don't find it in you to disobey. Firm hands stroke softly down your back, “you've been rubbing your back all night. Right here?” 

Fingertips circle the spot that's been aching and you nod, confused.

“Eddie, if this is a rejection, it's a really odd one- oh fuck, right there.” 

He chuckles lowly, knuckles working at the knot near your spine. 

“It's not, it's really not. You're in pain, and I know you'd never ask. Plus, I, ha, don't have the balls to say this to your face.” 

You don't say anything in response, you can't. Of course he's noticed you're in pain, he always notices stuff like that. The fact that this isn't a rejection though? It has your head reeling with so many thoughts that you can't express the words. Eddie clears his throat, hands rubbing into your skin through your dress, easing some of the building anxiety. 

“I've got a secret. I've- had a crush, on you, since middle school.” 

“Shut up!” You gasp, mouth hanging open at his confession. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“You didn't even know me in middle school Eds.”

“Yeah I did. Well, sorta. You remember that day I ran into the library? I asked for help?” 

You pick at the scab of a memory, itching it to the forefront of your brain. 

“Oh yeah, you were running from that idiot... Johnny?”

“Jimmy Salinsky. He was gonna beat on me. You, you didn't hesitate. You didn't even know me, but you told me to hide under your chair, you even threw your coat over your lap to hide me.” 

“What else would I do?” 

He snorted derisively, continuing his impromptu massage, “ignore me, tell me to fuck off, just like anybody else. But you, no, you didn't. Jimmy ran in looking for me and you didn't even lie! He asked if a freak had run in and you-” 

“-I said ‘the only freak in here is you’, I remember.” 

“That's right!” He laughs, squeezing your hips appreciatively, “Then he asked if you'd seen the poor kid, Eddie. You said, ‘I've never even met an Eddie’, which was true too. Not like I introduced myself before I dived under your chair. I remember crouching there, trying not to laugh, watching your little legs swinging. You had odd socks on, and you smelled really good. Anyway, I crushed on you hard.” 

Head buzzing over his words, you try to organise your thoughts. 

“Did the guys- did Hellfire know?” 

“Sweetheart, I'm surprised you didn't know, it was common knowledge. I just thought you never liked me like that.” 

Turning to face him again, you stroke hesitant fingers over his knee. 

“Didn't say anything, you were seeing Stacey.” Eddie's face screws in confusion until clarity rings like a bell in his mind. 

“Her? I wasn’t- that wasn't a relationship. I would have stopped in a fucking heartbeat if I'd known.” 

“Oh. I dated Tom to get over you.” 

“I dated Wendy to get over you!” 

Sharing a laugh, you both hold eye contact, giggles dying at the realisation of what this means. 

“So, Eddie, about that kiss…” you inch forward, ever so slightly nearer to him. A pink tongue darts out of his mouth, wetting his bottom lip. 

“Yeah, that. That was me, running my mouth,” he says, anxiety wracking his voice as he strokes his neck compulsively, “Not that I don't want to kiss you, I do, just, erm, don't expect fireworks?” 

It's almost like he's back at middle school, the nerves radiating off of him. Smiling sweetly, you take his hand and place it on your jaw, leaning into its touch. The breath he exudes is shaky as he moves closer, eyes darting to your lips as yours flutter shut. 

It's tentative; a brush of his mouth as if he's scared of you running, of some practical joke. When you make no move to pull away his thumb strokes your cheek, lips now moving more confidently against yours. Your heartbeat is echoing inside your head as your hand slips to slither down his chest and around him, circling his side. 

Only then does his tongue slowly snake out to wet your bottom lip; a silent plea which you happily grant. Still, it's delicate, tongues moving leisurely against one another as if you have all the time in the world. It's by no means dispassionate; far from it, it may be the most emotionally  charged kiss of your life, but it feels like he's holding back. 

So, you pull him closer by the front of his shirt, flicking your leg over his knee as your fingers tug hard. It's then that his tongue licks into you in earnest, thick and smooth, filling your insides with need. Just when you feel utterly consumed, whining inside his mouth, he breaks away. After a few pecks to your lips, he presses his forehead to yours, breath uneven, cooling your swollen lips. 

“I'm in love with you.” 

It comes out of his mouth in a rush. All you can do is stare gormlessly. 

“Huh?” 

“I love you. I just needed you to know that. This isn't just a- a thing. I'm in love with you, I have been since forever. I know it's a lot to take in, and I don't expect you to say it back I just need you to-”

You shut him up, pressing a hard kiss to his parted lips.

“Eddie, you lied.” 

“What? I'm telling the truth I-”

“You said don't expect fireworks. You were wrong.” 

Wasting no more time, you force your body onto him, tongue clashing against his teeth as the force of your kiss presses him backwards. His head makes contact with the arm of the couch, hands hot and heavy on your hips, pushing you into his bulge. 

The fabric of your dress is constricting your movements, making you huff into his mouth. 

“Eddie,” you manage in between spit slicked kisses, “unzip me.” 

There's a cross between a grunt and a moan that vibrates from him into you as his hand wanders across your back, groping its way to the zipper. In a few short bursts he manages to unzip it, not once breaking the kiss. 

Cool air hits your skin and you stand up, shimmying the dress to the floor and you straddle him moving in for- 

“Woah, slow down a second, just, just wait.” 

You try to kiss him again but he pushes you back, your ass flush against his crotch as you sit up. His gaze is scrutinising, examining every inch of your form, making you feel more exposed than you've ever felt in your life. 

The desperate urge to shy away works into your arms as you cross them over your chest, but Eddie's having none of it. He tugs at them gently, pulling them to your sides as his thumbs rub encouragement into your skin. 

“Sweetheart, there's a thirteen year old boy doing backflips in my head. Let him have a moment.” 

A little laugh you let out comes out as a snort whilst he gazes up at you in wonder. So, you give him a show, flicking your bra undone in one practised movement and sliding the straps down your arms, eventually letting it fall to the floor. 

“Jesus H Christ and all the angels.” He breathes, grip tightening on your forearms. 

A quivering hand reaches up, and to your surprise, cups your face. 

“You are so beautiful.” 

Eyes suddenly watering, you blink twice to will the onslaught of emotion away. 

“Not like Chrissy though,” you shrug, eyes downturned. 

“No, you're not like her. You're beautiful, like you.” 

Tugging you forward, he pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss, the full force of his feelings overflowing and filling your heart with heat. With a nibble to your bottom lip, he lets up for a second. 

“Can we go to my bedroom?” 

Nodding, you clamber off him and stand up. Eddie just makes a noise like you knocked the wind out of him, holding his hand to his heart. 

“What?” You ask, hands on your hips, like it was normal to be standing in front of him in just a pair of panties. 

“Don't look all stern like that, or I'm gonna bust in my pants,” he jokes, standing and crowding your back. 

The journey to the bedroom takes a while. Mostly because you can't keep your hands off of each other. He's grinning, giddy as a school boy, firm hands pressing into your sides, hips, ass. You respond in kind, nearly ripping his shirt in your efforts to remove it, only managing to unbutton the offensive material to expose his lean tattooed torso. 

Eventually, your spine hits Eddie's mattress, the soft furnishing welcoming you, begging you to sink in further. His touches are soft too, almost reverent in their delivery. He stands to remove his shirt and jeans, bulge prominent in his black trunks with little patterns on them. As he coaxes you further up the bed you squint and realise what they are. 

“Eds… are you wearing Star Wars underwear?” 

He chuckles, following your eyeline. “They are Darth Vader pants, to be specific, very manly.” 

The smile you flash him almost hurts your cheeks, the situation feeling so close to normal. Normal adjacent at least. 

“Yeah, very manly. Almost caveman like.” 

“Look, I didn't think I'd have a hot girl watching me undress tonight, let alone the woman of my dreams. Just forget the nerd pants.” 

You're laughing now, even when he's grabbing a pillow and getting you to lay on top of it, positioning you just where he wants you. Your giggles stop however, when he asks a question that steals your breath away. 

“Do I need to put a towel down?” 

“That's very presumptuous of you.” You smile, batting your eyelashes at him. 

“Look, I'm just asking. I don't mind sleeping in a wet patch I just want you to be comfortable.” 

He hovers over you, lips pressed into a line of concern. pressing your mouth to his to will the tightness away, you whisper into his face. 

“You want me to stay?” 

“Sweetheart, I'd ask you to move in tomorrow.” 

The next kiss is a searing heat, all heaving tongue and grinding hips. His hand winds into your hair, tilting your head to get you just where he wants you. No longer the blushing boy, he's the confident man, taking just what he needs and giving you what you crave. It's fire, it's want, it's everything. 

“Eds?” You murmur into his mouth as your hips chase his form. 

“Hmm?”

“Get the towel.” 

Hopping off of you, he practically skips out of the room, leaving you to debate whether or not to take your panties off. As you finally decide to strip them, fingers wedged into the fabric, he returns. 

“Nope, just wait, please?” He asks, propping you up with ease to lay the towel down under you. So, you let go, allowing your arms to fall to your sides.

“Lemme look after you,” he says, climbing on top of you to plant open mouthed kisses to your neck. You nod, gasping when his teeth graze a sensitive spot on your neck. Short nails dig into his back as you whimper at the contact. 

“Right there princess, hmm?” He chuckles, mouthing at your neck. 

“Uh huh- oh fuck,” as he bites softly, tongue flicking out to lather at the spot. 

Moving down, his lips press to your collarbone, then down your chest, until he places a peck to your nipple. 

“I've been dreaming about these tits, but nothing can compare to the real thing,” his tongue darts out, swirling around the pebbled nub, sending goosebumps over your skin, “fuckin’ flawless sweetheart.” 

You want to say a smart remark, shaking your head, but all thoughts fly out the window when he sucks, rough fingers reaching out to rub the other. Back arching, your legs clamp on his little waist, saying their own prayer to keep him there. 

As he releases his mouth with a wet noise, the thoughts flood back, all barriers forgotten. 

“I've been thinking about you too, what you'd do, what it looks like,” you admit, truths flying free in the heat of the moment. 

“Yeah?” He smiles up at you, “been thinking about my dick?” 

“Yeah, how'd it feel in my mouth, how'd it feel inside me,” you breathe out as he continues his worship of you, tonguing and kissing at your tummy. 

“Fuck,” he says, hot air fanning over his wet string of loving kisses, “you're gonna kill me, saying shit like that.” 

“Don't die, I'll never find out,” you joke, breathing unsteady as he falls between your thighs, playfully nipping at the sensitive flesh. 

“Oh we wouldn't want that. How else could you know what this feels like?” 

Lifting your head, he locks eyes with you as he licks thickly over your clothed clit, pressing hard. 

“Oh Eddie, yes,” you wail, wriggling under his touch. 

He merely smiles in response, hooking rough fingertips into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down almost torturously slowly. They stick between your legs so much that your cheeks flush. Eddie doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, working them off your feet and tossing them on his bedside table. You briefly wonder if you're going to get them back, but then his lips are sucking at the soft skin on your ankle and you stop caring. 

Up, up, up he moves, showing each patch of skin just the same amount of love, until he reaches the crease where your thigh meets, tongue rippling over it. You huff in frustration, hips wiggling. 

“I'm getting to it sweetheart,” he says, pressing a kiss to your mound, “I wanna savour this.”

Words of protest dissipate when he laps at you, rooting out your clit without a moment's hesitation. Any clandestine thoughts you had about this very moment are nothing compared to this. To the feel of Eddie sucking at your clit, his pillowy lips wrapped around it. To the sudden roughness of his fingers as they graze your entrance. To the breach of one, slipping deep inside of you, immediately seeking out your sweet spot. 

“Eddie, ri-right there, oh God!” 

He moans into you, vibrations tickling you in the most delicious way. It's an amazing feeling, but you can't help but think about the noises you're making. Maybe they're pathetic, and not what he's used to?  You bet he's heard some beautiful moans in his time. Some pretty blonde things with long legs and big tits. Girls who know what they're doing. Oh God, what if you start feeling him up and he laughs at you? What if- 

“Hey, sweetheart, you here?” 

He gazes up at you between your legs, eyes boring into you with the question. 

“Sorry, so sorry, I'm here I-” 

“Hey. Don't apologise. You in your head?” He asks, head resting on your thigh, “you know we don't have to do this right now.”

“No, no I want to, honest, it's just- I dunno, second guessing myself? I'm just thinking about-” 

“See? That's the problem. Stop thinking. Lie back and enjoy it. Just, get out of your head. No place I'd rather be.” 

His brown eyes are wide, wet with honesty. He was never able to hide his real emotions, at least not with you. 

“OK, I'm so- I'll enjoy it.”

“That's it. Close your eyes princess, and just feel.” 

Eyes fluttering shut, you concentrate on the feel. Of his lips, suckling softly at your clit, tongue running around the hood. Then, fingers slipping inside once again, curling within you. Moans slither out of your hoarse throat as your hips roll up to meet his lips. 

“That's it, so good for me,” he mumbles into you, “doing such a good job. You sound so sweet.” 

Sweet. You sound sweet. 

In that instant, all your hang ups begin to melt away. The pleasure he's giving you is hitting just right, making you forget all your worries. Pressure builds in your tummy; a whirling, winding force hitting you from the inside out. You're squirming, but it's as if someone outside of you is letting you know. It must be Eddie's firm palm, the one that presses into your abdomen, keeping you steady. Keeping you here, in this moment. 

There's no rush. Time loses all meaning. He could be between your thighs for minutes, hours, days. All you know is the ball of desire tightening within you is fit to burst, bubbling over in a melting pot of raw emotion. 

“Eddie, I'm so close, s-so close!” 

He doesn't falter, doesn't deviate in his ministrations. He continues, tongue circling, fingers curling so deep inside you think you can see God. A swirling, cloying heat encapsulates you, winding around that feeling you buried in your heartstrings and tugging it loose. That deep emotion you pushed aside years ago, a healed splinter, set free by the love and care he's pouring out of his flowing tongue.

It reaches its crescendo, vision darkening as every nerve is coddled with an inner fire. You're not even sure what you feel; release, blinding pleasure, pure love? It could be all three as you cry out, fingers tugging at Eddie's hair. 

He rides it out with you, fingers coaxing your orgasm to the very brink and beyond until you flop back into the bed. 

The first clue you have that something different just happened is the wet feeling underneath your ass. It feels damp, and cold? Opening your eyes, you haul yourself onto your elbows to look down. 

“Now are you glad I said about the towel?” 

Never have you seen so much of your own release coated on a man. It's covering his mouth, chin, cheeks, hand. You briefly wonder at how it could have happened, how that much could have come out of you. 

Eddie wipes his mouth and hand on the towel underneath and makes his way to hover over your heaving form, eyes practically shooting hearts at you from deep within.

“You alright princess? We can stop right now if it's too much.” 

Blindly you reach out, clumsy fingers rubbing at the hard swelling of his member inside his underwear. 

“Don't you want me to return the favour?” You ask, confused. 

“Sweetheart, one kiss of those pretty lips on my dick and I'll be done for.” 

“Then- I'm on birth control. Fuck me, please.” 

The groan that he lets out is deep and guttural, moving his limbs for him. He gets up to whip his pants down and you see it for the first time. You see him. 

It's big. Fuck, its the biggest you’ve seen; not just long but thick, even thicker than your fumblings thought. A glint of silver throws you for a loop, almost making you think you imagine it, but there it is again. 

“Holy shit, Eddie- are you, pierced??” 

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles, glancing down to follow your eye line, “you didn't know about that huh.” 

He climbs on top of you, kissing as he goes, plush lips on your skin. Soft, delicate, and warm. Guiding his hardness to your opening, you can't help but rub your thumb over the tip, pre cum slipping on the balls of the piercing. Eddie's breath stutters, nearly panting in your mouth as you smirk. 

“Now that's not fair sweetheart.” 

You continue to smile, gathering your slick to slide him in, but it quickly turns into a wince. 

“Fuck, Eddie, you're too big,” you whimper out as your eyes screw shut. 

“You're fuckin’ flattering me princess.” 

“I'm not, seriously, you're- oh goddamn-” 

He's pushing into you, slowly, but it still burns, the sheer stretch at his girth almost too much. Gnawing at your lips, tears well in your eyes. 

Eddie looks shocked, taken aback by your reaction. 

“Really? Fuck, OK sweetheart, you're OK. Look at me, you can take it, yeah?” 

Trust Eddie to say the hottest thing by accident. He's just trying to check in, but by God it sets your insides on fire. 

“I-I'll try.”

“That's it, atta girl, little more.” 

Reaching down to where you're joined, you wrap your hand loosely around the base, realising he's only halfway in. 

“Eddie, jeez you could- oooh- you could have f-fucking warned me, ah!” 

“Just relax, I've got you princess, you're taking it so well, you can take the rest- oh Jesus H Christ you're tight.”  

A long drawn out cry echoes out of you as he bottoms out, tears loose and running down your temples. He's leaning on his elbows, fingers stroking at your hair, leaving snowflake kisses on your cheeks. 

“Uh- mmmph- Eddie, you've got a pornstar dick.” 

Gritting his teeth, he looks at you almost sternly.

“You can't say that or I'll cum right now, please.” 

Eyes softening, you kiss his lips instead. He envelops you, tongue dancing in your mouth making you forget the dull ache. Nothing can make you forget how full you feel however, your pussy quivering uncontrollably around him even though he's not moving. 

“This is so nice,” he says, entwining his fingers with yours over your head. 

“Eddie, you're literally balls deep in me and it's ‘nice’?” 

Laughing so hard you feel it in your chest, he kisses you again. 

“Sorry, I mean, just being this close with you. It's everything I've ever wanted.” 

Lips quivering, you stare at him, eyes wide and wet. 

“Eddie, I lo-” 

“No, don't. Not like this. Just- can I move?” 

You nod, biting back the words, and he slowly rolls his hips. Eyes nearly hitting the back of your skull, you moan, meeting his movements. He's so deep, it's like he's everywhere. Every pore, every capillary, pulsing with him. 

“Oh my God, baby, oh God!” 

You're rambling words but it doesn't seem to matter, mind filled with fog, with feeling. With him. He links one arm under the fat of your thigh, coaxing you to curl it around him, and everything seems to fall into place all at once. Each rolling movement is pressing into that sweet spot inside of you, that spot he seems to find so easily like a gravitational pull. He smiles, panting in tandem. 

“Right there princess?” 

Nodding like a puppet on a string, he lets out a long groan. 

“Good, I-I’m not gonna last, you feel too fuckin’ good.” 

Pleased at his reaction, you link one arm around him, stroking at the taut skin of his back as he drives into you harder. Grunting with each thrust, he's tensing, holding back. 

“You can come, Eddie,” you say shakily. 

“Not before you sweetheart,” he replies, doubling down on his efforts. 

It all feels so intense, each whirl of feeling sinking deep into your bones and fanning the flames of your heart and desire. 

“Eddie, s-so close, come with me, please.” 

Almost as soon as you say the words your climax springs out, overflowing with every emotion he won't let you say. It fizzes through your nerves, throbbing with each beat of your pulse. 

Eddie groans, releasing at the same time, two bodies with one heart. As you both relax, melding together, you giggle at the same time. A laugh of relief, of pure happiness. 

“Sorry, thought I'd last a little longer.” 

He seems embarrassed, lifting his head enough to look you in the eye. 

“Eddie, that was perfect.” 

He snuggles his head deep in your neck, inhaling your scent as if it were the last time. 

“I'm gonna get you cleaned up, hang on.”

Lifting his head once more, he kisses, and kisses, lips moving against you with pure feeling. 

“OK, now I'm really gonna go.” 

You giggle as he just keeps kissing you, staring up at him with each unspoken word swimming in your mind. 

“Right, now, just hang on.” 

With a final peck, he slips out of you, returning with a warm cloth. Not used to this affection you merely lay there, allowing him, and wriggle out of the way when he takes away the towel. When you move, you see there's still a wet patch, but it's been mitigated at least somewhat. 

“I can change the sheets if you want-” 

“Eddie, I don't care, just hold me.” 

Grinning like a boy he climbs back into bed, pulling blankets over the both of you. Fitting together like you were always supposed to, you sigh with relief. 

“Eddie? Can I say it now?” 

You whisper it into his chest as he holds you close, almost afraid of breaking the spell of the evening. 

“That depends sweetheart,” he says, fingers tracing unknown patterns on the skin of your arm, “you have to mean it. I couldn't take it if you didn't mean it.” 

“I mean it. I love you Eddie, I think I always have.” 

The smile in his voice makes you smile too.

“I love you too. Happy Valentine's Day."

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[indigo474]

I had pancakes for dinner and i can hardly keep my eyes open. I am procrastinating.. I talked to the mover today. if he has a girl he is naming her exactly what my daughters name is. I cant believe this is happening.. i thought to myself today.. i deserve this.. I've worked hard and i'll continue to work hard and wow.. i am amazed at life. I have so much to do and i am eating pancakes.. i deserve a good life.. we all do. i dont believe we were put on earth to suffer.. and just about everyone does in one way or another. I feel guilty for not working out. yes, i feel horrible- so i made myself 1 big pancake- i haven't made pancakes in years.. it was delicious. i try not to be hard on myself about certain things-- taking a night off. honestly i hope my new place is as quiet as this place.. i dont know that it will be. im sure i will get use to it. this feels big to me- because it is. i should be packing but im not. ha. ughh.. i can do it tomorrow. after i run? the energy feels - not heavy- thick- people are having a hard time moving through it- not even a hard time- slow- a slow time.. Madison is tired. shes been working for a week straight. my daughter also works hard. she deserves good things- all the good things. i am glad she is witnessing my life- it shows her what she is capable of- dam near anything. I have all the packing supplies i need. I just need to do it. and i will tomorrow.. work is work- new member on my team. shes a nice knowledgeable person and she should fit in well. time will tell. i had to pick up a christmas shift- madison was not happy.. she'll be sleeping anyway. i think she is just tired. i saw marci for a minute today- she was complaining about the manager who does the holiday/weekend schedule.. all valid things to complain about. i helped a customer today- a lady in her 70's- i actually walked her through how to get her heater on.. she kept saying she couldnt do it and the conversation started out pretty bad.. she wanted to be mean to me. I had her check her t-stat- it was 61 in her house. she made her way into her basement and i talked her through what she was looking for-she found the reset button and pressed it and i heard her heater come on and she started crying- calling me her angel. it was really sweet.. now, she will only speak to me.. i talked to her 3 times today after our first call.. she called me 2x and i called her once. I wish she lived closer because id pick her up and take her out for breakfast. Mrs Hack. she said she didnt have heat for 2 days and was praying it would come on. i told her she couldnt do that and to call us right away next time. I'll only talk to you.. i might not be in the office-let someone else help you and i will call you back. it was a good day.. i would love to have someone to share the good days with.. i wonder how it would be to have someone by my side on the gray days- i'm use to being alone-im use to handling things on my own . .. im tired.. this is October-thankyouthankyouthankyou

[mountttmase]

HI LOVE

IM IN FEEDBACKS MOOD, SO ILL START REREADING AMTC AND SEND YOU FEEDBACKS DAILY, DONT HATE ME😌🩷

PS. Since you reminded me the 🌺 thing it's back😌

So let's start with chapter 1

‘It was nice meeting you’ you cut him off, pulling on your jacket and slipping your shoes on as you walked to the door of the hotel room. He sat up in the bed, the covers slipping dangerously low on his waist and you took one last appreciative glance over his body before grabbing the handle. SHE WAS SOOO DIFFERENT

He was good looking, you couldn’t deny it. A mop of messy brown hair on his head poking out of an orange beanie and a scattering of stubble adorned his face. But it was his big eyes that made your tummy flutter in a way you don’t think it ever had before, and when he finally smiled at you, you almost lost your breath. AND YOU'RE GOING TO SEE THAT PRETTY FACE EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE IN A FEW MONTHS 😌🤭

‘No no no, fuuuuck don’t do this’ he ranted, pushing all the buttons on the panel as if that was going to magically make it work again. MY WORST NIGHTMARE, EVEN IF I WAS THERE WITH MASON

‘Are you alright?’ He asked gently and your eyes snapped up to look at him. THE FACT THAT HE CARED ABOUT HER EVEN IF HE DIDN'T KNOW HER

‘No, I’ve climbed up the lift shaft and escaped. Of course we’re still here’ Mason told him and you couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle. SILLY BOY

‘Thanks’ Mason huffed before looking down at you on the floor with a small smile. ‘You alright down there?’ He asked, sitting himself down opposite you. The lift was only small, both your legs almost touching the wall opposite. He sat close to you, his leg almost touching yours and you could feel the heat radiating off him which made you shiver. You tried to play it cool though, knowing his eyes were on you as you shrugged at him. THAT PART DOESN'T FAIL IN MAKING ME KICK MY FEET EVEN AFTER MONTHS

‘It’s Friday night. Why are are you thinking about work?’ YOU'LL FIND OUT SOON, AND YOU ARE GOING TO TEASE HIM ABOUT THAT

‘Because I feel like talking about my sex life is a little bit different to talking about work’ you told him and you saw his face flush immediately. AHHAHAHA OPS

You kept your eyes shut but you felt Mason move towards you, resting his hand on top of yours as if to provide you with some comfort and you opened your eyes, instantly to look into his. I'M JUST DEAD, NOTHING ELSE

‘Wait, where are you going?’ Mason asked as you turned to him, and you kept your expression blank as he look at you confused. CALM BABY, YOU’LL SEE YOUR WOMAN SOON ENOUGH

MY BIG LOVES

I ADORE THEM, AND SEEING HOW MUCH THEY, HER ESPECIALLY, HAVE GROWN-UP IS BREATHTAKING

YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE MUM AND DAD

SO JUST THANK YOU FOR GIVING US THESE TWO

LOVE YOU AND YOUR AMAZING WRITING SOOOOO MUCH🩷🩷🩷🌺🌺🌺

PS. I THINK I WAS STILL ON ANON WHEN I SENT THE FIRST FEEDBACK ABOUT THAT CHAPTER, IS LOVELY DOING IT WITHOUT TURNING THE ANON OPTION ON (I'VE GROWN-UP WITH THEM😌😂)

THIS ISNTHE SWEETEST THING EVER LOKE THE SMILE ON MY FACE I SWEAR

You really have grown up with them and I love it 😭

It’s so wild to see how different they were and how much he’s softens her up a bit and how open she is now 🥺

I CANT WAIT THIS IS SO EXCITING 🩷🩷🩷🌺🌺🌺