#everything is such a struggle ugh this is so shitty

[crybaby-bkg]

I’m writing a long fic about being a singer in a speakeasy that’s always visited by mafia bkg and I am struggling SO BADDDD trying to figure out an ending. everything I come up with feels so unnecessary and SCHEWPID and it’s annoying omg I’ve been actively writing it for over a month and it never takes me this long to finish fics but GODDAMN!!!!!!! why is this so hard I’m gonna cry

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[musical-chick-13]

Love when people make a judgmental comment about [xyz behavior that holds absolutely no inherent moral value] and it's a thing that they don't realize applies to me.

[lunaelemon]

ᥫ᭡ Slut alert- Having him fuck you dumb wasn't enough, now you gotta fight your low iron levels too?

Maybe riding him wasn't the best idea when you have anemia but it was worth it~

MDNI

"Tired already, precious?" His breathless voice reached your ringing ears as you moaned softly, biting on your lower lip to suppress it as his hips bounced you up and down on his dick. The fat, thick base of his cock stretching you out as your hips crashed with his with each bounce, every squelch and every moan.

It was all fun and games until you opened your eyes to look down at him, maybe tease him a bit about his whiny moans when you almost lurch forward from dizziness, somehow holding back by squeezing your eyes shut, black spots taking over your vision as you gasped every time the curve of his dick rubbed against that one particular spot, basically kissing your cervix while you struggled to get words out of your lips.

His cock fucking the words out of you as your mind was rendered dumb, drunk on the way his hips rolled against you, the way his voice called you filthy names, his rough hands playing with your bouncing tits as his name rolled from your tongue like a mantra.

He fucked you mean, fucked you mean enough for you to feel more stimulated by his dick than the constant blackening of your vision everytime you opened your eyes.

"Fuck fuck fuck toru...m'gonna cum....cock reaching so deep fuckkk"

His hair was sticking to his forehead as he let out a low chuckle, smirking at the way your eyes rolled back every time he abused that spot with his dick, pressing up against it, pushing you down on his cock as it squelched around his girth.

Taking in his inches so fucking good. His nasty girl.

"Look at me baby. Wanna look in your pretty eyes while you milk me, hm? Fuckin' me nasty, lemme look at your eyes, okay?"

You swallowed back as you tried opening your eyes only to see black, everything spinning around you, feeling lightheaded as he bounced you in a rhythmic motion.

His lithe fingers rubbing soft circles on your clit, squeezing out whimpers from you as your thighs trembled from exhaustion.

"Your pussy is making such pretty noises for me, such a pretty tune"

Filthy, nasty fucker

You closed your eyes again, much to his suspicions as he frowned at your reluctance to follow his requests...orders

"Can't...just...just lemme cum please" you whined out, you didn't want to stop just yet due to this shitty condition.

"Babe? What happened"

His thrusts stopped abruptly as you let out a loud whine, trying to grind against him only to have him hold you down by your waist, leaving angry red marks as you begrudgingly stopped.

"Fu-ckkkk toru..just a lil bit more...just feel a little lightheaded-"

"I told you we don't have to do cowgirl, your body isn't fit enough for it. Wait let me bring you some water."

"Why did you let me fuck you through it"

His voice was stern and authoritative as he just proved his own point as to why you didn't tell him mid fuck, rolling your eyes at his words.

He swiftly pulled out of you, leaving your aching hole empty, making you whimper as you slumped on the bed on your stomach, chest heaving from exhaustion as your legs trembled from being this close to orgasm seconds ago.

"Here you go"

As you drank from the glass, you noticed him staring at you, his eyes seemingly making a decision as they glanced all over your sweaty mess of a body.

"Only missionary for you now. I don't want you to bounce on my cock, fighting your orgasm and your low iron levels"

"Ugh come onnn, it's not that bad toru"

"Nuh uh, and I'm looking into your diet starting today."

He placed the glass on the bedside table, before continuing his next sentence. He always had so much to say -

"Now lay down on your back sweetheart, finish what you were doing before"

Well that worked out, but obviously in missionary

ᥫ᭡ Authors note - I kinda wanted to make it a headcannon for all jkk men but I got impatient cuz this is so brainrotting, this is so filthy omg

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[wholoveseggs]

Kinktober - {Day Twenty-Six} {<- kinktober masterlist}

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{Elijah Mikaelson x f!Reader} Request {Anon}: Hi, for kinktober could you do one with Elijah and have shower/ bath sex with some mirror included? Preferably bathroom sex atmosphere and please use she/her pronouns and heterosexuality please and thank you.

♡♡♡ Ugh love this idea anon! I made this one super sappy & steamyy ..♡♡♡

2.4k words - Kinks: mirror sex, shower sex, Elljah being sweet & a tea kettle ..

Elijah could tell you were exhausted the moment you walked into the compound.

The dark circles under your eyes were a sign that you hadn't been sleeping well. Your shoulders were tense, and the bags you were carrying were heavy. He immediately grabbed them from you, setting them aside.

"Ughhhh," you groaned, falling against his chest. "It's been a day, and a half. A long, fucking, exhausting, day and a half."

He squeezed you against him, his fingers running through your hair. Seeing you like this, all he wanted was to make you feel better. "Did you want to talk about it?"

"Not really." You let out a sigh. "Can we just watch a movie, and I don't know..."

You felt so shitty, that the ability to make simple decisions had escaped you. You were too tired to even think.

"I have a better idea," he said, "go take a hot shower and I'll make you a cup of tea. We can cuddle on the couch and watch movies, okay?"

You smiled against him, and then looked up into his warm brown eyes. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

He leaned down and placed a sweet kiss against your lips. Then, with a swat to your ass, he nudged you in the direction of the stairs.

You smiled, loving when he did little things like that.

As you reached the top of the stairs, you could hear him in the kitchen, starting the water for your tea. You went to his bedroom and into the bathroom, turning the shower on and letting the water heat up.

It's always a bit of a strange feeling, using someone else's shower. You looked around at all of the toiletries, everything expensive and high quality, just like him. The thought brought a smile to your face.

His shower was ridiculously fancy, with a huge rain shower head, glass paneling, and a built-in bench. It was all so pristine, it was as if no one had ever used it before.

You got undressed, and stepped under the hot stream of water, the tension in your muscles slowly beginning to dissipate.

You closed your eyes, and tilted your head back, letting the water run through your hair and down your face. The tension in your muscles had begun to melt, and you sighed with relief.

You grabbed an expensive looking bottle, sniffing the contents. It smelled like him, and it made you feel warm inside. He was always so good to you, and he always seemed to know what you needed, even when you didn't.

There was a soft knock at the door.

"Come in," you called out.

He entered, his eyes sweeping across your naked form. "What kind of tea do you want? I have chamomile, green, or I have a new lavender blend that Freya made..."

He was trying his best to keep his gaze focused on your face, but you could tell he was struggling. It made your core throb, just the way he was looking at you.

"Surprise me," you said with a smirk.

"Alright," he said, clearing his throat, and making an effort to leave.

"'lijah?" you called out.

He stopped, and looked at you again. "Yes, love?"

"Would you like to join me?" You asked, biting your bottom lip.

He gave you one of his slow smiles, the lines around his eyes creasing in a way that made you want to melt. "If you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," you said with a grin.

You watched as he removed his clothes, and folded them neatly, placing them on the sink counter. His eyes never left yours, and the more skin he exposed, the hotter you felt.

The steam had caused his hair to curl a bit, it made him look even sexier, if that was possible.

He opened the door and stepped inside, standing before you, the water running down his skin.

"Hi," he said, smiling shyly.

"Hey," you replied, stepping towards him.

You took his face in your hands, and kissed him, his wet skin sliding against yours. He wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you flush against him, his length pressed between you.

"I have to say, your shower is quite impressive," you said with a grin, leaning in for another kiss.

"Thank you," he said. "I'll be sure to tell my architect."

He pulled you closer, his hand sliding down the slope of your spine, coming to rest on your lower back. He held you like that, the two of you kissing languidly, under the hot stream of water.

He reached for a bottle, pouring some liquid soap into his hand, and then rubbed them together. You loved the way he was looking at you, like he was going to devour you whole.

He ran his hands along your body, his fingers exploring every inch of you. His touch was firm, kneading and massaging your tired muscles. You leaned into him, closing your eyes.

You were feeling relaxed, but you also felt turned on, the way he was touching you, the way his fingers were gliding over your slick, wet skin. You looked up at him, his gaze heavy, and intense.

You smiled, and grabbed the bottle, returning the favor.

His body was perfect. Every inch of him was firm, and smooth. His broad shoulders and muscular chest, and his arms... his arms were something else. You enjoyed his patch of chest hair, and the happy trail leading to his cock. The way the water ran down his face and over his body was enough to drive you crazy.

He was watching you with lustful eyes, the way your hands were exploring his body. You were teasing him, your fingers ghosting along his lower stomach. The heat had seeped into your bones, and the feel of his skin against yours had started a fire inside of you.

You could feel yourself growing more and more aroused, his hard length pressing into your belly, only making you more desperate.

His kisses trailed from your mouth, along your jaw, down your neck, and onto your collar bone. You sighed, your hand coming to tangle in his damp hair, your nails gently scraping his scalp. He took a step forward, backing you up against the wall, the tiles cool against your back.

You reached for him, and wrapped your fingers around his cock. He groaned, his forehead falling against yours. He pressed into you, and you began to stroke him, feeling him grow harder with each pump of your hand.

You loved the way he responded to you, the way the water cascaded down his chest, and the way his breath quickened as you increased the pace of your movements.

He took your wrist and pulled you off of him. Then he guided you towards the bench, getting you to sit down, your back against the tile wall.

"Would you like to see what else this shower is capable of?" He asked with a wicked smile.

"Mmm, show me," you answered, excited to find out.

He reached up and fiddled with a couple of dials, until the jets came on, the water shooting out at different angles, and varying pressures. The steam was thick and heavy in the air.

You could feel the warm water misting against your skin. You sighed, it felt so good. He knelt in front of you, and kissed you, then moved on to your neck. You closed your eyes, your head falling back against the tile.

His kisses trailed from your neck, to your chest, his tongue laving over a nipple. You let out a moan, your body melting against him. His hands moved down your sides, hooking under your knees, spreading your legs.

He continued to kiss his way down, until he reached your core. He paused for a moment, looking up at you, his eyes dark, and lust filled. You bit your lip, and nodded. He grinned, and began to kiss and suck on your inner thigh.

He placed your leg over his shoulder, and then buried his face in between your thighs, his tongue licking up the length of your pussy. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

He licked and sucked on your clit, his fingers rubbing your opening. You moaned, your head falling back, your eyes squeezing shut. He was groaning softly, the deep vibrations causing waves of pleasure to course through your body.

He kept a slow, steady rhythm, curling his finger to hit that sweet spot inside of you. Your grip on his hair tightened, and you cried out, his name falling from your lips, lost in the thick, humid air.

Your orgasm was building, your hips grinding against his face. He increased his speed, sucking harder, his finger moving faster, the pressure coiling tighter, and tighter.

And then it happened, a burst of heat and euphoria, rushing through your veins, as the orgasm rippled through your body. You could hear him groan as you clenched around his finger, and his mouth continued to lick and suck at you, drawing out the waves of pleasure.

He removed his finger, and gently sucked and nibbled on your clit, before giving it a tender kiss and leaning back. You were still panting, trying to catch your breath, and regain some sense of reality.

He shook his head, water flying off his hair, a sly smirk on his face. He stood up, and reached behind him, turning the dials off.

He pulled you up, and into his arms, causing you to giggle. He gave you a kiss, and then took a step backwards, bringing you with him, and pushing the shower door open.

"Where are we going?" You asked, laughing.

"Having sex in a shower is never as comfortable as people think," he explained, pulling you out into the steamy bathroom, the air was so thick it was hard to see.

"And I'm worried you'll slip," he said, walking towards the sink counter.

"Ah," you said with a smile. "You're a very thoughtful lover."

He chuckled. "I try."

You laughed, wiping the condensation off the mirror, your hair and skin wet and slick. He was still behind you, kissing and nibbling on the shell of your ear.

You could see him in the reflection, his arms wrapped around you, his hands running over the contours of your body. You pushed your hips back, grinding against him, feeling his cock throb against you.

He looked up, meeting your eyes in the mirror and you smiled, bending over the sink and giving him a wink.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he said, running a hand down the curve of your spine.

You watched him in the reflection, the way his gaze followed the curves of your body, and the way his tongue flicked out, wetting his lips. His fingers weaved through your hair, while his other hand was on his cock, guiding it into you.

The sensation of being filled, stretched and pleasured was so overwhelming. You gripped the counter, and let out a gasp. His fingers gripped your hips, his gaze never leaving yours in the reflection.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

"More than okay," you assured him. "It's so hot, watching us."

You could see the way his face changed, his lips parting, his breathing quickening. His eyes were hooded and dark, a look of lust and desire that had you aching for more.

He moved inside of you, slow and deep, his gaze fixed on yours. You could feel him, filling and stretching you, each movement bringing you closer to the edge.

You enjoyed the way the water darkened all of his features, his hair clinging to his face, the way his eyes were even more intense, the way his skin glistened. You loved the way his muscles flexed, the way he moved inside of you, how his hands were gripping you.

He began to move faster, his cock hitting you in all the right places. He gently tugged on your hair, pulling you back towards him. Your head fell against his chest, his other arm wrapping around you, his lips on your neck, sucking little marks into the soft, sensitive skin.

You could feel him everywhere, all around you, the weight of his body holding you down, the scent of him in the air. His fingers were gripping your hip, his arm was tight around your waist. You were both moaning, your skin sliding against his.

Your eyes met in the mirror, his expression one of pure ecstasy, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, his brows knit together. It was enough to push you over the edge, and send you flying. You moaned his name, and clenched around him, your body pulsing and quivering.

He pulled you back towards him, and thrust into you a few more times, before finding his own release, spilling inside of you.

He stayed there, buried deep, his head on your shoulder, the two of you catching your breath. He kissed the back of your neck, and gently pulled out.

You stood up, and he handed you a towel, and wrapped one around himself. Then he scooped you up, and carried you out to his bedroom.

"Are you feeling better?" He asked, setting you down on his bed.

"Much," you said, snuggling into his soft sheets, reaching out for him to join you.

He was about to climb in beside you, when he paused, tilting his head towards the door. Then he stood, rushing out of the room.

You heard him running down the stairs, and then you heard the faint sound of the kettle whistling. You laughed to yourself, shaking your head. He had been so wrapped up in the moment, that he had completely forgotten about the tea.

He returned a few minutes later, and you had made yourself comfortable, waiting for him. He had a sheepish look on his face, and a hot mug of tea in his hand.

"I may have damaged the stove... And the kettle," he admitted, handing you the drink.

You let out a laugh, the steam rising from the cup. "Oh, 'lijah."

He shrugged, climbing into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms.

"How about a movie marathon?" He asked, placing a kiss against your head.

After a long day, nothing was better than this. You were curled up next to him, safe, and loved, and warm. So relaxed that you fell asleep before the first film had even started.

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[ghosts-bandwagon]

Hellllo, I saw this post from you about the 141 with a reader with past sa, and I wanted to ask if you could do one where reader mentions something that happened to them, without realizing it was sa (pls with König, I just love him). I hope this is ok for you to write

Ooh that’s a good one! I love writing for him honestly!

tw: mentions of sexual assault, mild description but nothing graphic, trauma, comfort

König loves your voice. He especially loves all your stories of your life before him, all the highs and the lows, the victories and the pitfalls, and everything else in between. His favorite part of getting together with you, is learning about you. He just loves you so damn much.

So when you’re lying in bed with the TV playing and you’re curled up against him, head on his chest, gently tracing the skin of his pecs under your fingers, he’s in heaven. He’s indulging your guilty pleasure of watching trash TV, he could never understand these dating shows but he gets a laugh out of seeing you get so worked up about them and maybe he gets a little invested too.

“Ugh poor girl.” You sighed watching the couples argue, “I feel for her, my ex was the same way.”

“How do you mean?” He’s running his fingers over your arm, drawing figures absentmindedly,

“He was just kind of manipulative and gas-lighty, always got what he wanted.” You shrugged, “Like, he’d initiate things and I wouldn’t be interested or I’d be too tired and he’d still keep trying and we’d wind up doing it. Like I said always got his way.” You seemed nonchalant about what you said, so much so that it took him a second to process what you said.

And then König’s blood went cold and his feather touches slowed to a halt,

“Schatz…” he breathed, his heart starting to race, he wasn’t sure how to handle this new information. Were you aware and just putting on a brave face? Or…

“Don’t sweat it, Köni, for all his aggressive persuasion he was a shitty lover.” You chuckled, confused as to why he stopped stroking your skin, yet as the words came out of your mouth paired with his reaction, you started to wonder if you messed up.

“Liebling, is that true?” His voice was even as he continued rubbing your arm, he moved to sit up and brought you with him,

“It’s fine, sweetheart. I’m over that asshole anyway.”

“Have you talked to anyone about it?” He turned to face you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face

“About what, my ex?”

“About his ‘persuasiveness’.” His tone hardened as the word came out of his mouth, he’s not big on sugar coating, but this is delicate and should be handled carefully,

“Not really? I mean, I’ve mentioned it to a friend before but that’s about it.”

He watched you carefully, eyes tracking every centimeter of your face, watching, waiting for a reaction, waiting for a response.

“Why do you ask?”

He stayed silent, still watching you. Waiting for you to piece things together, waiting to catch you should you realize what you just said. He watched gears turning in your head but still you struggled, is it worth bringing this up and helping you realize it? Would it do more harm than good to protect you from the truth? He wondered if a part of you realized but you’re protecting yourself from the truth so it’s forcing your mind to stop from connecting the dots. Is he even equipped to deal with the fallout after you piece it together? Would it be worse to encourage you to speak to a professional?

“I’m just worried, liebling, what you’ve described isn’t exactly a good thing.” He hated picking and choosing his words so carefully, it only made his anxiety worse and he worries he wouldn’t be able to help you with how busy his own mind is. But for you, he’d do anything. Whether it’s choosing his words carefully, gently guiding you to a point of realization, or finding your ex and breaking every bone in his body.

“Well, yeah, I know that but…” and then it hit you, he watched your eyes widen as the gears all clicked into place, “it wasn’t like that, König. That’s different.”

“It really isn’t, schatz. I’m so sorry, but it’s not different at all.” His voice is so soft that you wouldn’t have heard him if you were so close. He pulled you in to sit on his lap, his arms wrapping around you, holding you tightly against his chest. He’s got your head tucked under his chin, one hand pressing your head against him, his fingers running through your hair,

“That’s not what happened.” Your voice was small as your own arms came up to wrap around his back, your body preparing you for the tears you were fighting to shed,

“It’s ok, liebling, I’ve got you. You’ll always be safe here.”

[pocketgalaxies]

So, having finished the episode, thoughts???

ugh. SO GOOD. everything i was hoping for and more!! marisha was so so fucking incredible and stunning obviously. and matt did such a great job (as he always does) portraying a troubling parental figure, with all of their complicated love and selfishness and failures

the thing is. having an emotionally unavailable parent is such a common struggle, even if it takes on wildly different shapes and sizes for each person, and there are parts of the ep that i feel tied to in vague or inexplicable ways too. which makes my feelings harder to put into words and actually analyze in this moment lmfao

but ofc marisha did so many things that just made me ache. "that was a good fucking idea to handle a situation with a daughter that was clearly just wanting your fucking attention" and "i thought a dad was supposed to stay by their kid when they're having a fucking hard time" say SO MUCH about what beau's struggle was always rooted in. a girl who just wanted her parents to look at her and actually see her for once in their fucking lives, and making them proud was nothing but a guilty pleasure pipe dream. little eye rolls and head shakes when they both fall back into their shitty clueless habits because they will never fucking get it, even when she shows up at their doorstep drenched in rain and spits it in their faces. and "maybe i'm the one that's sent to humble you." because if i'm to be defined by the words of some random woman in the woods and not by my actions or my words or my efforts, then maybe they will also explain why you seem incapable of loving me.

other marisha things that hurt me include: trying not to listen when they were at the evening nip and nott and cad are telling jester "of course your dad loves you – what's there not to love?" still making sure to yell "mom! i'm going, mom." before leaving so she doesn't leave without saying bye. the waterworks as soon as TJ hugged her. OBVIOUSLY "well some things never change, do they, dad?" so many more. ugh marisha is so fucking good.

anyway at the end of the day, it honestly doesn't really matter how much your parents love you if they never fucking do anything about it. and it was neat to see m9 recognize that these people do love their daughter and perhaps they can do better by her in the future, but also recognize that their actions have made beau feel almost irreparably unlovable in her own home. and really interesting to see jester say "it's not worth it to carry this poison in you" while yasha says "maybe it's worth it to destroy this place, if it'll show you what you destroyed to get it." such an interesting contrast in reactions that says so much about these two characters too! WHAT A FUCKING GOOD EPISODEEEEEEE.

[ch3rryjampi3]

"Oh my good looking boy."

Trans! Katsuki x Fem! reader

This was inspired by a song called: Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

Ever since Katsumi was a little kid, He always knew he never wanted being a girl. He hated it, he hates wearing stupid dresses, he really hates playing with stupid ugly dolls and barbies. He hates it. He hates being a girl.

He hated his whole appearance that he overcomes it by bullying others. Especially Deku. "Look at how so fucking pathetic you are shitty quirkless Deku!!" He laughed as he poured everything out his bag, dropping it in front of him. "Poor Midoriya..."

It has been a routine of his. Reflecting his struggles to others. Maybe he acts all tough and all but deep inside, he's scared or maybe pathetic. Hah!! Pathetic?! He's not pathetic!! He literally has you!! His girlfriend that loves him so much and someone he's trying to hide cuz your both....girls.

"Hey Kats!! Ya ready to go?" You asked your girlfriend as she met up with you in the hallway. "Yeah. Let's go." You both then starts to head to the gates. You invited him to a sleepover since its weekend tomorrow, also to spend time together.

You both had stopped by at his house so he could pack his belongings for the weekends,he shouldn't have since he can just borrow some of your stuffs but he's stubborn so you just let him. "Katsumi!! Your staying at Y/L/N's house again?? Ugh just be home before Sunday night okay?? My little Prince-"

"I will I will!! Shut up!!" He yelled as he slammed the door shut. The ash blonde sighed deeply as he walked besides Y/N, an arm around her shoulder. "Does your Mom and Dad okay with me always staying at your house in the weekends?"

"Yup!! They couldn't care less plus, they're mostly not at home during weekends since they're busy." He nodded. "So basically, I'm your roommate during weekends?" He asked, raising a brow. "Maybee but you love staying with me!!" You exclaimed as he softly smiled.

"Just let me do your makeup!!" "Hell no!! Get that thing away from me!!" You've been wanting to give him a makeover but he kept on resisting. You knew he disliked makeup but you wanted to give him a makeover, to make him look more handsome than he already is.

"I'll treat you tomorrow on that ramen restaurant you like!! Please?!!" You pleaded, desperately wanting to give him a makeover. "I- ugh!! Fucking Fine!!" He said giving up. He don't wanna miss the opportunity of getting free food, even tho he knows he can afford it on his own.

"Yayy!! Okay so just stay still..." Few minutes had past and your done with his makeup, you fixed his hair abit to look abit shorter and you looked at your final work with awe. "Now look Katsu..."

"Holy shit...I look so handsome." He said, looking at his reflection in the mirror. He looks like his father but with his mothers hair color and eyes. He was in awe. "You always are." You said, smiling on how happy your boyfriend is.

"One day, maybe you can tell everyone on who you really are." You said, hugging him from behind as you kissed his cheek. "My Good looking boy."

A/n: I'm sorry if its bad!! I really tried my best 😓😓 I apologize also if it's not really Trans!! But I hope you guys like it!! Reblogs are appreciated 😚💕

[angeliqueiguess]

“Focus!” (j.jh)

015. contract? warnings: swearing, kind of short (srry in advance, studying gives me writers block)

Friday was dragging on, and for Y/n, every second felt like torture. She walked through the hallways of the building with Ten, venting her frustrations. ''Seriously, I run into him everywhere'' said Y/n, tossing him a knowing look.

''You’ve gotta stop giving it so much importance. How many times have I told you that? You still haven’t learned, have you?''

''Yeah, yeah, I know...'' Y/n groaned. ''But every time he walks past me, he huffs like I'm bothering him just by existing. And, I swear, it makes me wanna spin his head like in The Exorcist.'' She said it so deadpan that Ten burst out laughing.

''Sorry! It’s just... you said it with such a straight face, I couldn’t help it.''

''Alright, enough'' she muttered, rolling her eyes ''I just don’t get why he’s wandering around the building all the time. The only thing he needs to do is show up for the photos and leave. That’s literally it.''

They kept walking until they reached their office. Y/n stopped and turned to Ten. ''Oh, and remember, Ash is coming in...'' she checked her watch. ''In about two hours. We need everything set up by then so we can go over the plan, mkay?''

''Yes, ma’am.'' Ten straightened up with an exaggerated salute, making her snicker. She reached for the doorknob, but the door wouldn’t budge.

''Ugh, this fucking lock! I swear it’s out to get me'' she grumbled, twisting and pulling the handle to no avail ''No... not again.''

After a bit of struggling, the door finally clicked open.

''Okay, seriously, I need to get this shit fixed...'' she muttered with a half-smile. But before she could say anything else, a familiar voice cut through the moment.

''Yeah, you should fix it. Don’t you think?'' Y/n froze on the spot. Standing right in front of her was Jaehyun, calm as ever. He looked at her briefly, then added, almost casually: ''And, by the way... in case you didn’t know, Im kinda sealing a deal with your brother, that's why im roaming aroung as you say.''

Without waiting for a response, Jaehyun turned and walked off, leaving Y/n and Ten standing there, too stunned to speak. After a beat, Ten turned to her ''Girl... we’re so fucked.''

Ten opened the door and found Y/n looking at him with eager anticipation. She hurried inside.

''Come on, spill the tea!'' Y/n said, grabbing Ten by the shoulders and lowering her voice since there were staff members wandering around.

''I overheard Ash and Jaehyun talking'' he paused, and Y/n raised an eyebrow ''Ash was laughing about something Jaehyun said, and it was loud enough that I thought everyone in the building would hear'' Ten continued, waving to a passing staff member.

''And then what?'' Y/n asked, clearly interested.

''Then Jaehyun hugged her, like, by the shoulders and whispered something in her ear, but I couldn’t catch it'' Ten said, mimicking the scene, which made Y/n frown. ''And that was it.''

''Seriously, Ten, if you were sent to rob a house, you’d probably knock on the door first'' Y/n joked, smacking her forehead in mock frustration.

''What do you want me to do? I can’t just creep around and spy on them!'' Ten protested, but before Y/n could respond, someone called out.

''Hey! Y/n, how have you been? Long time, no see!'' It was Ash, who rushed over and pulled Y/n into a tight hug. Y/n felt a bit awkward at Ash's enthusiastic greeting because she was really calm and collected, y/n hugged her back, stealing a glance at Ten, who looked just as baffled. Ash pulled away and grabbed Y/n’s hands. ''I’m so excited to work with you again!'' she exclaimed, and without waiting for a reply, turned and dashed off, leaving Y/n with a mix of confusion and amusement.

''What the fuck'' mouthed Y/n looking at Ten who had the same confused expression.

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prev//next masterlist.

Angie's note: sorry in advance for this shitty chapter (my brain is fried from studying) hope you liked it and dw, i'll update again in a few hours <3 love u! don't forget to take care of yourselves and drink tons of water <3<3

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[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Into the Breach'

Sorry, been busy with work and life and so has Doug.

Now, let's get onto the next episode, 'Into the Breach'.

CW: Pretty chill, by Doug's standards.

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Episode 13: ''Johnny Cash would be Proud''

Welp, sometimes, you gotta go where you’re wanted. And for Little Orphan Blondie, she’s back at the Museum of Science and Industry, now doing shitty puzzles with the Jedi babies. I really do hope Gun Safety Muppet sat on one of his own guns after that bullshit, hate that blue puppet fucker. 

At least the little pink girl got to keep her souvenir doll from the gift shop that Stepsister Beth . I hope these babies are going around and stealing from the storage. I would. 

Church Lady left these guys in a shitty parking lot. Ha! Time waits for no man and she’s got a potluck with Sassy Park Ranger to prep for. 

Aw hell yeah! My boy Toaster Strudel showing up in a stolen work van. And Daddy Warcrimes and his boyfriend MBA Rob are wondering if there’s yet another sobbing family stuffed in the trunk they can ransom once they cross the border. Never change, you two. 

God MBA Rob looks and TALKS just like my asshole nephew. Ugh. “Do you think I’m lying?” “Yes!” 

Wow, Daddy Warcrimes and Julio ain’t taking no one’s shit. My boys!

Toaster Strudel even went into the Empire’s dumpster and yanked out an imperial uniform and forcing MBA Rob’s scruffy ass into it. Or maybe he hooked up with one and stole his clothes. Didn’t take Toaster Strudel for that but hey I don’t judge, that’s for Jesus and your God to do now ya know. 

(“Wait, that Echo likes dudes?”

“No, that he steals from people he’s banged. Come on now Meat Muffin, why you gotta be prejudiced and stuff, we got laws now, ain’t you seen Brokeback Mountain?”)

Oh, Stepsister Beth is on the struggle bus. Come ON, Stepsister Beth, start chatting with some of those other clones can get these babies out of here! Why all the male scientists got them windowless van mustaches? 

Scientist with bangs is a real bitch. Don’t like her. 

Look at Little Orphan Blondie plotting her way out of the Museum of Science and Industry! 

Oooh my boys going all Johnny Cash with the BLACK! Love it! And MBA Rob trimmed his ass down, looks like My Wife’s First Love in Star Trek, gotta give it to him, good look.

(“I’m assuming that’s Will Riker?”

“Yeah, Captain Picard’s Number 1.”

“Why not call him Riker since you know who he is?”

“My wife told me I’m not allowed.”

“....I’m not asking anymore.”)

MBA Rob’s super power is being a wild asshole. Ya know, that’s not always a bad thing. Man, he’s good at this. Ah, there’s Daddy Rambo shooting Stormtrooper dingbats and Toaster Strudel doing a thing. 

There’s Julio checking out the ladies on his cell phone. Wonder which lady he’s texting, lay that pipe where you can, brother. 

Is Toaster Strudel wearing jeans? Oh who cares–look at my boy kicking ass! Being all 007! Man, hope Alex-from-Manitoba is watching from heaven, proud of his boy! 

(Alex-from-Manitoba is Fives?!)

Julio fires up the stolen work truck, and off they go! Will they make it? Will they make it?! Come on, Daddy Rambo! Turn on some Folsom Prison Blues, you got this! 

Even Daddy Warcrimes knows that Toaster Strudel’s on it. No wonder they gotta sideline Toaster Strudel like this, when he comes on shift everything works. Dang. 

Woah! There they go! My boys! And Little Orphan Blondie! Woah! 

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[katsona-the-katsequel]

Sorry, but I saw your post on Nyarly and the other gods? if you don’t mind, How do you think Nyarly would feel about the other protagonists? Or even the groups; S.E.E.S, Investigation Team and Phantom Thieves?

Don't apologize, I love speculation!

Nyarly doesn't think much of humanity in the first place. They're all struggling to prevent the inevitable downfall of mankind and can only serve as toys for greater beings. It is rare for any of them to stand out and make him form an individual opinion of them (tbh the only ones I can think of are Tatsuya and maybe Chandraputra??? I don't think he even thought much of Jun and he "raised" that kid). That being said, we're only going to discuss the teams.

In Nyarly's opinion, SEES is amusing (in a cruel, mocking way). At least in the beginning. They are being manipulated so hard they don't notice they're bringing the end of the world. After Ikutsuki ruins everything by spilling the beans, the team plummets in Nyarly's esteem. Nyarly considers them the same as the St. Hermelin students: Just another group of wannabe heroes fighting against the inevitable. They are a bit more irritating than the St. Hermelin ones, though. Due to SEES' actions, the easiest route to end the world through the Planet Eater has been sealed off indefinitely. Nyarly would blast that Seal if he could, but there's something of the Velvet Room in it so he can't do anything about it. I wouldn't be surprised if Nyarly tried to screw SEES over with the events of The Answer. After it becomes clear the Great Seal isn't going away anytime soon, Nyarly would lose interest in the team as a whole and decide to focus on something else.

If it wasn't for the creation of the TV World in the Expanse, Nyarly wouldn't have noticed something was going on in Inaba in the first place. The Investigation Team is, in Nyarly's opinion, the most cookie-cutter, idealistic, hypocrites ever. Some of the worst humanity has to offer. This immediatly comes to mind:

Then they join the Shadow Operatives and they all blur into one mass of the world's most annoying humans. Whatever.

Honestly, he would like the Phantom Thieves the best. As much as he can like something, anyway. The only thing stopping Nyarly is him. You know. Yaldabaoth. Ugh. The PTs are a creation of the god of control. Even their "enemy", Akechi, is a puppet of his. How boring. There's no real stakes here. Yaldy is going to go ahead with his plan anyway. Ironically, this is the only instance where Nyarly desperately wishes someone would shoot the final god in the face and- oh? Oh? Well, would you look at that. They might not bring the end of the world, but the PTs run around making sure no controlling deities (or wannabe deities) turn everyone into zombies and make everything 100% more boring. Very useful. Sometimes Nyarly even agrees with some of their speeches about "shitty people", though its a shame they aren't as frequent as before. Safe to say, Nyarly is going to keep a closer eye on them. Is that a good or a bad thing? Nyarly hasn't decided yet.

[therealcocoshady]

ugh coco don’t worry about those idiots that hate constantly i think people forget that the writers are actual people with feelings and lives that can’t just drop everything and write day and night. ignore their stupidity because we’re grateful you’ve taken time out of your day to write for us and given us quality content instead of just pushing out shitty chapters

we know that recovery will come when it’s due and the kinktober episodes will too 🤷‍♀️ so don’t feel any pressure and take the time you need

good vibes your way 🤍,

-😛😛😛

Thank you 💕 and thank you to everyone who has supported me via Asks and comments ! You guys are absolute treasures 🥹💕.

Also, I’m insanely grateful for the visibility that silly little blog has gained in the past two weeks. Over 500 followers is crazy and intimidating 🙈. I can’t believe there’s that many people reading my stupid fanfiction 😅.

I’ll do my best to keep up with Kinktober ! As usual, I’m messy with the way I work. I have blurbs here and there and I’m struggling to finalize them 😂. Which means that I’m behind on some of those Kinktober episodes and that some of them are already done 🙈. Do you guys mind if I post in advance and disturb the schedule ?

I happen to have the « Fuck Or Die » episode ready. But, you know, I wouldn’t want to be irresponsible or whatever it is that anon called me 😒.

[jellogram]

I feel like researching the mental disorders you suspect loved ones might have can be a good thing, but people are going about it all wrong. I discovered my ex most likely had narcissistic personality disorder, but if you actually read about that disorder, your reaction should be like... sympathy? That's a shitty disorder to struggle with. And learning about it helped me grapple with the way he treated me, because it helped me understand that he was suffering and didn't mean to hurt me.

I don't feel like "Ugh, I had a narcissist ex and that's why I'm so fucked up!" because his situation isn't about me. It's not a means to justifying why I was traumatized by him, it's just information that can help me piece together why he acted the way that he did. It's harder to brood hatred against someone when you can understand them.

And I feel like that's the logical reaction to discovering that kind of information? If you think your mom has BPD, that should be a means to researching the disorder, understanding why she acts this way, gaining some sympathy for her, and maybe even trying to talk to her about it. Not just... winning Pain Olympics points for yourself, or dismissing everything she says.

These diagnoses exist to help categorize different conditions and allow people to seek help. Not so you can use them as weapons.

[aprillikesthings]

can I finish this before I gotta get ready and leave for the Maundy Thursday service let's find out lol

(Edit: Nope.)

THREE MORE EPISODES LEFT

*cries*

s5 ep11 Failsafe

someone hold me

I have to actively suppress the urge to read the synopses of the episodes at this point

oh also lol this is just funny to me, I saw a post Elsewhere Online where someone watched all of spop the first time and they HATED the dumb names everyone has, and I think they mentioned Castaspella specifically.

And like FIFTY PEOPLE responded with "dude they had to use the original names from the 1980's series" and I was the only one there old enough to have watched the original series and I had to point out: the original series was made to sell toys. The vast majority of cartoons in 1985 were only made to sell toys. They gave everyone those dumbass names because it was easy for kids to remember and beg for the toys."

That's also why all the female characters in the original series have the exact same body type. Yeah the body shape itself was due to 1980's-era sexism, but also? It was so much cheaper to animate the show AND make the toys that way!

But also, it's hella ironic to me that the 2018 show has so little official merch!

And now, back to crying over cartoon lesbians:

good question

ugh I hate her

Shadow Weaver: "While you were traipsing around in space,"

OH MY GOD they were saving a few people's LIVES and it was kind of IMPORTANT but WHATEVER

"--some of us have been working to stop the Heart of Etheria from falling into Prime's hands. And we discovered the same thing you did. Rumors of a Failsafe that will break the restraints the First Ones built and set the stolen magic free." Glimmer: "Are you kidding? After everything that happened last time, you're still going after the Heart of Etheria? And you're helping her?" Castaspella: "We're trying to free the magic for all of Etheria so we can be strong enough to fight Prime. I'm doing this for your father and for you. Shadow Weaver is the lesser of two evils."

I love that she says this right in front of Shadow Weaver. Like "girl I hate her too"

nice

okay ngl I have mixed feelings about this one because unfortunately she's not entirely wrong here but also, shut the fuck up

(something something people are responsible for their own actions but also she wouldn't have done all that godawful shit if Shadow Weaver hadn't been such a shitty parent)

but yeah Catra gets up like she's about to fucking throw some hands and Adora's like It's okay bb

;_;

but also they do need the information Shadow Weaver and Castaspella have

so it turns out Mystacor was built on top of a First Ones' citadel? huh

Castaspella: "Beneath Mystacor, there are many secret tunnels and rooms, forgotten and sealed off. No one has been able to access them in centuries, but there are whispers of what they contain." Shadow Weaver: "An artifact known as the Crystal of Arxia, hidden there by a group of traitorous First Ones." Castaspella: "You said I could do it!"

lol they bicker like old marrieds

Adora: "If you figured it out on your own, why come back here? Why do you need us at all?" Shadow Weaver: "Because Mystacor is controlled by Micah, who, you may recall, is controlled by Horde Prime."

they've been TRYING

"If he seizes the Heart, it will all be over."

Stop toUCHING HER

oh god Adora turns around to ask Catra to help out--and she's gone

YOU'RE THE REASON SHE'S FUCKING "SULKING" and you fucking know it, why are abusers always so god damned surprised to find out their kids don't want to be anywhere near them

(I mean I know why, they think they should be able to control you forever)

aaahahaha Adora's just like Nah I'mma go look for her tho

anyway roll intro!

omg look at Netossa and Spinny on the bottom left awwwww

she looks so sad

well okay sad and angry

their conversation here is so good, because Catra's fully aware of why Adora's doing this, but is really struggling to push past how much she (justifiably!) hates Shadow Weaver and hates being around her

I actually do kinda wish I'd kept a list of all the times Adora does the self-sacrificial thing, separated into "someone asked her to do it" vs "nobody asked her to do it" lol

BUT ADORA EXPRESSES A NEED oh nice that's progress

Adora: "Hey, she can't do anything to us anymore. Please, come. We--I-could really use your help."

two things I really love about this: One, she doesn't say that she doesn't like Adora, just that it's not the reason she's going. Two, I feel like Adora knows damn well Catra's not being 100% honest here.

Like, to some extent Catra's saying this as a way of attempting to protect herself a little. She's taking baby steps towards vulnerability, and it's terrifying! And I think Adora can see that and is fine with it--not JUST because she's like "any crumbs are better than nothing" but ALSO because she doesn't want to push Catra.

Because yeah, if there was any actual doubt that Catra does like Adora--

WELL.

Entrapta was able to get Spinerella's chip out but says it had started fusing with her nervous system and they're running out of time to safely un-chip everyone.

But she's been digging around the network that connects all the chips to Prime, hoping to figure out how to disconnect everyone at once, and Bow gives her a little encouragement, it's really sweet.

OKAY so everyone who can, teleports to Mystacor with Melog making them invisible. (Apparently Catra doesn't get motion sick from it anymore which is nice lol)

I love the way they animated them being invisible

oh GOD okay

Catra turns around and says "looks like there's no sorcerers here" while, unfortunately, a sorcerer walks into the room. Shadow Weaver grabs Catra and puts her hand over her mouth to keep her quiet, and Catra (understandably!! but unfortunately!!) jerks away in fury and yells

And her fury causes Melog to drop the invisibility

And now the chipped sorcerer knows they're all there

they manage to duck the attack but Adora goes to transform into She-Ra--and can't do it

she had this issue last episode aaaugh it's not from being near Shadow Weaver she wasn't there

okay but also Adora runs behind a pillar to hide from an attack with Catra and it's cute

girl help why is this giving me so many emotions

y'know it's funny how often I've bumped into posts of people who are confused as to why Adora starts trusting Catra again so quickly, and I frequently wonder if they forget all the childhood flashback scenes of these two. To varying extents they both spent their entire childhoods seeing the other as their only consistent source of comfort and (something resembling) safety, and with some notable exceptions Adora's spent the last four seasons (which was like three or four years) visibly holding out hope that one day she could trust Catra again. This despite the fact that she now has other sources of safety and comfort and love!!! Being with Glimmer and Bow and everyone else was healing, sure; but it never erased her grief over losing Catra. She always, always held out the tiniest flame of hope that Catra would change sides.

And Catra basically tried lighting her own grief on fire (metaphorically and kinda literally) over and over and it just didn't go away, and I feel like when she saved Glimmer and apologized to Adora she had sort of come to terms with the fact that her grief over losing Adora couldn't be burned away, but of course by then she figured she'd fucked up so bad Adora would never forgive her or trust her again. And rather than take it out on other people or suffer any longer she was willing to just die, instead. She really did think that sending Glimmer to Adora was going to be her last act, and she wanted Adora to know she was sorry before she fucking DIED. And I don't think her saving Glimmer was consciously meant to be proof that she meant her apology, but it was. And that's part of why Adora trusts her again.

The fact is, even after everything that happened, both of them had a hole in their hearts shaped like the other. ;_;

And that's why Adora runs and hides behind the same pillar as Catra. (I mean yes, it was also closer, but that's not tHE POINT)

Anyway, this is all why, as I previously noted, Adora's not being pushy. That failed on her, spectacularly; the couple of times she tried it. Asking Catra to come along on this mission is the closest she's come. And even then, it wasn't "you're a good person deep down and you should change sides because I think I know you better than you know yourself," It was "please do this for me, because I need your help." And Catra is fully aware of how hard that is for Adora.

And these two still have a lot to work out post-canon (like, Catra has still got to deal with her need to not just be seen as Adora's sidekick/shadow, and lbh right now some of the rebellion is like "we're only putting up with you for Adora's sake" as if Catra was Yoko Ono) but that's part of why I'm writing a fic lolol

I have so many feelingssss on a related note I spent like fifteen solid minutes last night in bed having taken an edible and listening to my playlist and staring at this gifset lolol

ANYWAY Castaspella knocks out the chipped dude and they run for it

AAAND lol I gotta get ready to go to church. There's still 17:30 left on this episode. Pfft.

BACK FROM CHURCH I washed someone's feet, they washed mine, they stripped the altar, I go back at one or two in the morning for the overnight vigil

In the meantime: gonna finish this episode

(what is my life sometimes)

Entrapta plans to find a bunch of clones so she can figure out how their signals to Horde Prime work. Swift Wind is like Ugh, fine, I'll go with you, someone's gotta save your ass

Entrapta: "Thanks, bird horse!"

lol how many times have they had that convo

A family can be a sorcerer and her evil ex, a girl and a boy, two traumatized lesbians, and a cat

But also it looks like something out of an episode of Scooby Doo

Shadow Weaver opens a magic door

ngl that's PRETTY. like it's obviously about the Heart of Etheria but wow!

(and there's a dinosaur???)

Adora notices how stressed out Catra is and says "It'll be okay...Trust me." ;_;

Shadow Weaver: "There's no time to waste!"

"...disturbance."

The disturbance was your fault, dumbass. I am reminded of all the times my dad got angry at us for being afraid of him. And would hit us. For being. Afraid of him. Because y'know. That's how you stop a kid from being afraid of you. By hitting them.

In any case Shadow Weaver is still trying to get between them and separate them and I just really need this bitch to stop.

(Yes yes I remember she dies later)

Castaspella: "We're on the right path. The Crystal of Arxia was rumored to be the key to reaching deep magic within Etheria."

"But those who hungered for more power have long sought other ways to obtain the deep magic...with disastrous results."

HIT THE IMAGE LIMIT lemme reblog

[beepsalotl]

crying ugh i love these characters so much and i hate the world so much except i dont and i just wish i could have what these characters had and be in a place that isnt like this one

im gonna cry ugh i dont know why i care so much, theyre not even real. but, like, in my head, they are, yknow? as in, they exist in the space i built for rhem as i read the series and learned about them and their world

fun fact, they were the first two characters whose books (each is the continuation of the story from a different third-person-limited perspective) had their names in the title. black hardcover w green embellishments for moonwatcher, a nightwing. white hardcover w blue for winter, an icewing. books six and seven, respectively. all the symbolism was there before you even open the goddamn books. yin and yang. AND YET.

and also they had two different histories and their tribes had a stale feud for thousands of years bc of some asshole jerkface. moon knew nothing about it bc she was raised in the rainforest practically by herself bc her mom had to sneak away from the shitty volcanic island the nightwings lived on to hide from the historic nightmare jerkface. winter knew all about it (or he THOUGHT he did bc he only knew the icewing side) bc he grew up surrounded by heirarchy and laws and rules and structure. moon didn’t grow up with the resentment at all, which allowed her a chance to see the truth.

she had to be self-sufficient. he had structure to lean on, even if it made him narrow-minded and nearly hard-hearted. he had to break through that, and she learned how to have patience. i feel like moon herself is sorely underdeveloped but i take the hints i can get and i feel that she learned how to forgive him by understanding who he was through his thoughts and, after skyfire, remembering that he was different inside than out and was still struggling.

when they were together, he was trying to be better and learn and he was kinder and softer even though he struggled to always be like that, and she was so patient with him.

heartbroken enraged screaming ensues, really.

like the rey and ben situation at the end of tros.

having him die in the end undermines everything the skywalker legacy stood for and all the development he had and it still breaks my heart bc he proved people can make bad, horrible choices and can survive abuse and break through it and change and be better and be loved. and then he DIED instead of getting his happy ending, which practically is what happened to winter bc the author basically said fuck you go live in the mountains doing work for peace and studying scavengers (which i know is his passion, but….) and your friends will hardly visit or write and they wont tell you the truth about how they defeated the bad guy WITHOUT ANY OF YOUR HELP EVEN THOUGH YOURE MORE THAN CAPABLE and they wont trust you and youll be alone forever.

my list of pairings and characters that i’m unreasonably heartbroken over:

ben and rey, winter and moon, catra and adora, draco and harry, zuko and katara.

catradora got together, ik, but their story still breaks my heart no matter how much hope it also gives me.

anyway, there’s no way for me to end this bc i dont even know what im feeling. it’s been years but winterwatcher’s fate still tears me up inside with the way it dashed my dreams of seeing a character like winter learn to let himself be loved.

i want to learn to let myself be loved, but i dont know how.

these characters are my attempts at finding myself out in the world and seeing if it’s possible. i dont attach my self-worth to them, but it hurts to see them fail to find romantic love where i saw it. idk

— a quick journal entry i wrote in my notes app years ago, as an emotional 16 year old with identity issues and way too much alone time on my hands

[i-used-to-wear-the-fedora]

Hush, Baby Girl

"Okay, first things first, you can't smoke around the baby." Steve was holding Thea as Eddie sat on his bedroom floor. The metalhead was currently trying to assemble the crib they bought, but he struggled to find the specific piece used to connect the railing to the bed.

"I know," Steve rolled his eyes, "believe it or not, I actually passed health class last year."

"Just making sure." Steve looked around the messy room. Clothes and DnD books were scattered everywhere, making it almost impossible to see the carpeted floor. It was crowded but also very Eddie. Steve was almost jealous. If his room looked any less than picture perfect when his parents got home, they'd probably have an aneurysm. Eddie pulled away from the crib with a triumphant look. Giving it a few hard thwacks and grinning.

"Not half bad for someone who failed shop, if I do say so myself."

"You failed shop?"

"Not gonna lie, I almost exclusively took the class for access to the fancy wood glue they use." Eddie admitted as he tore the plastic off ths crib mattress. Setting it in the cot, Eddie took Thea from Steve's arms. Gently cradling her in his arms, Steve was struck by how weird it was to see Eddie Munson of all people with a baby. Scary drug dealer, supposed murderer...cute dad. Wait. Cute wasn't a good word. Steve shook his head. Dudes didn't call other dudes cute. Well, some dudes did. But Steve was not one of those dudes. At least, he was pretty sure he wasn't....yeah pretty sure.

"What's with the look, Harrington?" Eddie asked with a raised eyebrow. Steve realized he must have looked weird just staring straight ahead at the other teen and he shook his head.

"Ugh, nothing. Just thinking."

"Huh. I thought I smelled something burning." Eddie joked as he laid Thea down on the mattress. He stared at her, expecting something. But she did nothing save stare up at them with her big brown eyes. The metalhead let out a sigh of relief as he fell back on the bed next to Steve. Letting out an exhausted groan as he stretched his body out. "God, who knew babies were so much work."

"Everybody." Steve deadpanned. Eddie playfully slapped him on the shoulder before his eyes turned back to Thea.

"....I don't want to fuck her up."

"Huh?" Steve asked as Eddie sat up.

"I don't want to fuck her up like my parents fucked me up." The older boy clarified. "Look at me. I haven't graduated, I sell drugs, I still live with my uncle...I shouldn't be raising kids. What if she ends up like me? A druggie deadbeat..." Eddie trailed off as his voice hitched. Steve frowned, turning to face Eddie.

"Hey, don't say that." Steve argued. "Listen, just because your parents sucked, it doesn't mean you'll be a bad parent. I like to think I turned out okay for someone with shitty parents. I mean, I'm not going to medical school or whatever, but I'm doing alright." Eddie's nose scrunched up as he opened his mouth to respond when there was a loud knock on the front door of the Munson trailer. This startled Thea, causing her to start wailing.

"Whoa, hey, hey, don't cry." Eddie went over to the crib and carefully picked her up. Patting her on the back reassuringly as he inclined his head to look into the hallway.

"Expecting someone?" Steve asked as he followed the now visibly annoyed metalhead into the living room. The two navigated around the bags of unopened baby items until they were at the front door. Eddie yanked it open, ready to chew out whoever upset Thea when he paused, recognizing the gaggle of freshman on his doorstep.

"I..." Eddie trailed off, unsure what to say. The kids' eyes already honed in on the baby in his arms.

"What are you guys doing here?" Steve asked as the kids' eyes remained locked on the crying child.

"You didn't call me back this morning." Dustin explained. "We were making sure everything was okay."

"Oh-shit, sorry I forgot. We got...busy." Steve turned back to Thea as he said this.

"Yeah, I can see that-why the hell do you have a baby?" Will asked, mouth agape.

"Her name is Thea, and for Christ's sake, could you keep your voice down?' Eddis snapped as he hushed the baby in his arms. "I'll explain after we get her down for a nap."