#he was so not ready to talk to Ed about whether he was okay with the killing

[stargirl-and-potts]

Stede has always got a clear measure of his opponent and made his moves deliberately. But he was so clearly not ready for a duel with Zheng. And he didn’t look overconfident. He had tears in his eyes when he challenged her. Was he telling himself he could handle it to prove something to Ed? To the thought of him asking Stede if he’s okay? To the memory of his dad? To the crowd’s approval? Or was he goading her, the way Ed goaded the crew in the storm?

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒 - 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Konoha 13 boys; Ft teacher/student|age gap, ft Sex ed; Demonstration, cunnilingus, Daddy kink, belly bulge, creampie

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Naruto or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 2,428

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: includes father/daughter incest, underage(16)(though it’s only implied), No use of Y/n, 2nd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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“You ready, baby?” Your father asked you, staring straight into your eyes from his position between your thighs. You nodded, your toes already curling in anticipation. “You gotta use your words, baby, okay?”

“Y-yes, Daddy..” You breathed, not knowing what to really expect. He smiled up at you before dipping his tongue into your folds. The sensation made you clench your hands, white-knuckling the edge of your father’s desk, and fighting the urge to clamp your legs shut.

“See that, boys? You wanna make sure your partner’s feeling good.” He leaned back in a pressed a kiss directly to your clit, sucking on it slightly. Your hands snapped into your father’s hair and your legs instinctively wrapped around his shoulders as you hunched forward slightly, your hands not knowing whether to push his face forward or pull him away. You felt a chuckle against your sensitive bud and the feeling only made your thighs clamp further around his head. With one last lick combined with a bit of suction to your clit, he pulled back and untangled himself from your limbs, lightly coaxing your hands out of his hair and instead intertwining your fingers with his.

“What was that?!” Naruto asked, wonder and fascination clear in his voice.

“That’s the effect of stimulating her clit,” seeing the blonde’s confusion, your father sighed, “Does anyone know what a clit is?” You could almost hear the desperation in his voice to not have to start from scratch with these boys, making you hold back a giggle.

“The clitoris, a bundle of nerves on the vulva that can cause extreme amounts of pleasure.” Sasuke recited as if reading from a script. He tried to look and sound indifferent but the tent in his pants and the pink dusting his cheeks was a dead giveaway.

“Oh thank Kami..” Your dad whispered against your clit and sent a shiver through your whole body, “Yes. Now, everyone gather behind me and make sure you can see.” He instructed, the boys doing so like trained soldiers. “Everyone can see?” He asked for confirmation and got half-assed mumbled responses that generally amassed to a ‘yes’ which was good enough for him since he just wanted to get on with the lesson.

“The clit is not always in the same spot so you can’t just use one reference and take it as universal fact. But on our gorgeous young model here,” your dad looked up and smiled when your eyes met, a smirk evident when he saw how your cheeks reddened from the praise, even teasing more by pressing a kiss to your inner thigh directly next to your wet folds, “her clit is right here.” He announced as he slid his left index and middle fingers into your wetness and spread it to show off your swollen bud. “Can everyone see what I’m talking about?” He asked, not bothering to look behind him. You did, though, look up at the boys, and seeing them all nod, you conveyed that to the teacher.

“Good. Now. See what happens when I rub it a little.” Your eyes widened before he shifted his hands to use his left hand to spread you open and wrapped his right around your thigh to lower his right middle finger to gently rub loose circles over it. Your back arched and your feet flexed down with toes curling, letting out a long moan.

“Holy crap…” You heard Shikamaru’s voice mutter, seemingly in awe.

“That’s right. It’s certainly a beautiful sight,” The older man said, sending a cheeky smirk up to you when you looked down at him still between your legs, “Stimulating the clit is a surefire way to get her to cum, yea?” He explained as he never stopped his ministrations. “But don’t rely on it, that’s just plain lazy. You gotta make her feel good in other ways too.” You felt his breath hot on your wet lower lips and a tremor wracked up your spine at the feeling.

He looked back up at you as he sped up his fingers, rubbing and rubbing at your sensitive bud and when your moans got even louder he dipped his head back in and lapped at your entrance again. The dual sensations sent you over the edge and your hands shot right back to his silver hair but managed to somehow keep your legs open as you spilled into his mouth.

You heard the noises of wonder from all the boys surrounding you as they watched your hips twitch and your cunny gush around your father’s tongue. His fingers didn’t stop as you twitched from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You whined and tried to shuffle away from the overstimulation but he planted his hand on your hip to keep you trapped in place.

“Ah, hold still babygirl, we still gotta teach these boys how to properly fuck such a pretty pussy.” The silver-haired man breathed against the puffy lips of your pussy. As you panted to try and refill your lungs with the oxygen they needed, you dazedly nodded and did your best to stop your squirming for him. With a fond smile, your dad pressed a kiss to your swollen clit and stood up, soothingly stroking your hip in response to your jolt.

“Daddy…” You whined into the room otherwise quiet apart from small groaning breaths and murmured observation from the boys watching your father stand between your thighs with his pants tugged down below his achingly hard cock and full, heavy balls.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.” He spoke lowly, specifically talking to you, “Are you ready for me, baby?” Your father raised his tone enough that he made sure all the boys heard him. He wanted to set a good example of specifically asking for consent. When he first gave you The Talk, he put extra emphasis on the phrase ‘Consent is not only sexy, but mandatory.’

You nodded enthusiastically and chirped out a verbal confirmation before he had a chance to prompt it. He looked down at you with a fond, proud smile, still coated and dripping with lust. Your cunny fluttered around nothing at the sight it only increased when you felt your daddy’s hot, rock-hard rod rest against your slit.

“Can everyone see well enough? If you can’t, get into a position where you can.” Your dad called out, once again without looking at his students. More nonverbal nods and quiet shuffling from the boys that you relayed to their Sensei with a lazy nod. He smiled at you in silent thanks before it turned more predatory and sensual and he started rocking his hips against you. His shaft slid through your pussy lips and he coated himself in your dripping arousal. His cock head slid all the way to the bottom of your cunt and then all the way back up to your swollen clitty and collected your juices. Each time he rocked his hips back and forth against you, his tip caught on your twitching hole before it slid back onto its path, teasing you torturously each time it didn’t go in.

You whined at the almost cruel teasing and tried to subtly roll your hips enough to force your father’s tip inside your cunt but he was quick to stop you with a tightening grip on your hips. The wordless pleas grew more desperate the more he relented. Your noises caught the attention of some of the boys and their gazes flicked to your face. They saw your bottom lip caught between your teeth, your brows bunched together, and desire and desperation and a deep want gleaming in your eyes. If they weren’t painfully hard before, they sure as hell were then.

Finally, your daddy decided it was enough teasing and slid his tip to the bottom of your cunny and slowly slid back up where his head caught on your hole once more. But instead of simply shifting his hips to just move past it, he angled his hips just right and finally started to sink his cock into you. Your mouth dropped open and a silent moan escaped your lips in a quivering breath.

“That’s it, baby. That’s a good girl.” The silver-haired man praised, rocking his hips forward in small intervals to push in inch by inch. The stretch of your little pussy over his thick cock was delectable, the burn mixing with blinding pleasure. Your father slid his thumb back and forth soothingly over your hip bone as he continued to push in. The boys where were at an ideal position— right beside your father and your hips— were tantalized by the sight of your cunt stretched so wide over the thick cock.

“If you’re like me with a partner so much smaller than you, make sure that you’re extra careful. Always go slow and be careful at first, but if she’s so much smaller than you like my good little girl, then you need to be extra careful. Don’t hurt her. Isn’t that right, baby?” Your father spoke, only slowing his movements when he got nearly 3/4 the way in. You were so focussed on your breathing and the feeling of your daddy’s cock that you couldn’t muster up words so you settled for an eager nod and a whined affirmation.

“That’s it. Good girl. My good girl.” He cooed and slowly slid the rest of himself inside you until his hips were flush with yours. With his size, especially compared to yours, his cock made a bulge in your tummy, not painful at all but noticeable. You released a full breath and took the moment’s reprieve to prepare yourself. Your father quietly cooed praises at you and relented on his strong grip on your hips to lightly ghost his fingers over your skin. Your walls beginning to flutter around him was cue enough for him to regain his hold on you, adjusting his grip to prepare for the harsh thrusts to come.

“Ready, Daddy.” You breathed, lust-filled gaze meeting his. He nodded and slowly pulled out until just his tip was left before he jolted his hips forward to bury himself inside you once more. The movement punched a moan out of you and made you instinctively arch your back, though his hands on your waist held you down. “Fuck-! Daddy!” You cried out as he pulled back again, this time with the intention to set a rhythm.

“That’s it, baby. Just relax for Daddy.” He spoke calmly even with his hips hammering into you with a steady pace. “Make sure you pay attention to her reactions. How good she feels.” The sensei spoke to his students, his voice still impossibly even. Some of the boys, who you identified as Kiba, Shikamaru, Neji, and Sasuke in your hazy state, followed his instruction and aimed their gazes at your face, and flicked to the movements you made.

“Fuck!” You squealed and gripped the edge of the desk as your expression contorted with pleasure when your dad hit your internal bundle of nerves dead on. He started aiming his thrusts for that spot, pumping his cock inside your gummy walls. Your moans reached even higher in pitch when he masterfully steeled his grip with one hand to keep you in place with his rough thrusts and moved his other hand over your belly. His left hand smoothed over your tummy before his fingers covered the bump that formed each time he buried his dick inside you again. He pressed down with just enough pressure to not be painful and send pleasure shooting to every last nerve ending.

Your chest thrusted up as your back arched, as much as his grip and pressure on your lower body allowed, and your head was thrown back with your mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Your legs trembled around your father’s form and your toes curled almost painfully and your breath got caught in your throat as your cunny spasmed violently around his cock, still roughly fucking into you. Your creamy pussy left a nearly dripping ring of white at the base of his length and your fluids gushed out and soaked both your thighs and his.

“Ohh, that’s a good girl. Such a good babygirl.” You could hardly hear his voice over the ringing in your ears from your most intense orgasm yet. The aftershocks still rang through your body and sensitivity made your puffy pussy lips ache with the continued stretch of your father’s member pushing in and out of your walls without pause. Your cunt continued to pulse around him for several more thrusts until his pace finally faltered. It was a single stutter but it was enough to know that he was close.

Your father let out small grunts as he got closer to his end and his thrusts became sloppier and had random bouts of more force that promised to leave you with bruises. It was hardly painful, though, it had you letting out yelped moans and unintelligible rambles of Yes and pleas for more and how good your daddy was making you feel. The silver-haired man’s hips finally halted as he planted himself as deep inside as he could reach and emptied his balls inside your quivering cunny. The hand that had been on your belly was now planted beside your body to keep himself up as he hunched over his pretty little daughter’s heaving body.

You both knew that you would have a dark bruise on your hip from his hard grip and on your hips from his forceful thrusts. You also knew that you would wear them proudly, no matter how long it took to sit down normally afterwards. With the view of your tummy unobstructed, you could see how the bulge seemed to inflate more with all of his cum filling you up. The boys around you stood in a tense silence, both because they didn’t quite know what to do or say, and because they all felt too stiff with the painful boners straining against their pants.

“You did so good, baby.” Your father cooed breathlessly and set a gentle kiss on your lips. Slowly, he moved to stand straighter, the movement consequently making his cock inside you shift and had you both flinching from oversensitivity. The sensei sent a cheeky glance around at all his students’ faces and saw the poorly veiled excitement on all their faces as he spoke,

“I hope you all saw that. Because if you didn’t you’ll have to wait for another demonstration on another day.”

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

Crossed out if I can’t tag you for some reason!

@frosch-thefrog @hellsingalucard18

[oldiesstationlover11607]

Bullies - Peter Parker x fem!reader

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! Super fluffy <3

Word Count:

Description: Peter comforts reader after a hard day at school. It can be any Peter btw but I imagined it as Tom :)

Peter knew things at school weren’t good. They never had been. I had six weeks left before I graduated and we’d been counting down the days together, despite being at different schools. Peter was the smart scientific boy who I’d met at the library and I was the music obsessed girl who was brutally bullied for who I was. I’d been shoved up against a locker before my English class by Carson, the boy who was committed to ruining my life. I had banged my head badly and was sent to the nurse’s office after passing out in the lesson. My mom had been called and I was sent home. After watching a couple episodes of (your favorite tv show), there was a sharp knock at my window. Spider Boy. Peter. I stumbled out of bed to unlock and open the window so he could come inside. 

“What are you doing in bed?” he asked, crawling in next to me. I rubbed my eyes, hoping the throbbing sensation would stop. 

“I came home from school early. Had a headache,” I muttered. He knew full well I never got headaches, which was reflected by the conflicted look on his face. 

“Tell me the truth y/n, why are you in bed at 3:00?” I tried to figure out a decent lie but had absolutely nothing. Maybe I’d fallen down some stairs, maybe I’d accidentally broken my nose in dodgeball. He wouldn’t believe that, he knew I never showed up to phys ed. 

“Remember how I told you about Carson?”

“Oh so that’s why you currently have a black eye and a half,” he seethed. Well guess that answered the question of whether I looked as bad as I felt. “Are we going to talk about it?”

“I’d rather not,” I responded, cuddling closer to him. His arm was around my shoulders, body turned into mine.

“Did he hurt you?” Of course he hurt me. No one else would’ve done this to me. 

“I just said I don’t want to talk about it,” I looked up into his glowing brown eyes, not able to tell if he was worried or raging. 

“Fine, we don’t have to talk about it. But just know Spiderman is going to have a very stern conversation with Mr Carson,” Peter spoke with severe clarity, “he’s not going to hurt you again y/n.” I knew he meant what he had said. We sat there in silence while my computer continued to play (your favorite tv show). He watched the episode with me, occasionally asking questions so he could catch up. Once the episode ended I turned off my computer and put some music on. 

“How was school today Pete?” I asked. School was much easier for him, his teachers actually cared, he had his friends MJ and Ned, and he didn’t need to study to get an A. 

“Not too bad, we’re just getting ready for finals and prepping grad stuff, y’know,” he explained. I nodded, excited for the short period of time we had left before college. 

“What time do you have to get home?” Aunt May always knew Peter was at my house, but she had standards, especially knowing Peter was Spiderman, and a high schooler. 

“Like 10:30, we’ve got time,” he pressed a kiss to my temples and ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel the tension in the air, I wanted so desperately to cry over the day, over how much pain I was in. 

“I’m going to hurt you y/n. I’m going to hurt you as much as I can. And once school is out I’m going to fucking kill you,” Carson had whispered into my ear as he pressed me into the lockers. I could still feel the padlock being pressed into my back. My eyes started to water and a few tears slipped onto Peter’s shirt. 

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” He sat up and held me back so he could get a proper look at my face. I shook my head, letting the floodgates slip.

“H-he told me he was going to kill me Peter. I can’t go back there,” I sobbed. He pulled me in close, his forehead resting against mine. 

“He won’t lay another hand on you ever again. I mean it y/n.” I could feel the tension in his body. 

“You promise?” I cupped his jaw, my fingers resting behind his ear. 

“I promise. I’ve got you.”

//

Please submit any requests y'all have! I love to write so let me know if you've got any!

@urmykindofwoman let me know if you like this! I haven't written to Peter in a wee bit

[honestlydarkprincess]

so let the words slip out of your mouth

buck & eddie || rated: g || wc: 1.7k || read on ao3

Buck wasn’t trying to hide from Eddie. Really, he wasn’t. It’s just….every time Buck tried to get the words out he clammed up. He was pretty sure that Eddie thought there was something wrong with him, he’d been giving Buck increasingly worried looks over the last couple weeks.

Eddie had overheard Hen telling him that she would add him to the queer LAFD group chat— not she had said what the group chat was for at the time— and he’d given Buck a weird look, as he knew how much Buck hated group chats. Buck was also sure that Eddie had noticed the look on Bobby’s face when he looked at Buck sometimes, like he was proud of him, happy for him. It never failed to warm Buck from head to toe but he knew it made Eddie curious. The worst was probably Chimney, who, after a few too many weird goodbyes, had stopped saying bye altogether and had taken to saying adios.

So Eddie definitely knew something was up with Buck, but Buck was pretty sure he didn’t know what.

Buck was sitting at his table, staring into space as he contemplated how to tell Eddie. Tommy had just left— they’d had a nice romantic date before Tommy had to leave due to an early shift the next morning and Buck was still giddy over their date. Things were good between him and Tommy. Solid. They’d only been dating for a few weeks but Buck was over the moon and he was really excited to see where things were going to go between them.

A soft knock sounded at his door, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Buck went to answer it, figuring it was Tommy. “You forget something?” He asked as he opened the door.

Only it wasn’t Tommy, it was Eddie. “Hey, Buck. Can we talk?”

“Y-yeah, of course,” Buck stumbled over his words, moving to the side so Eddie could come in. Buck swallowed roughly as he shut the door behind him. Looks like they’d be having this conversation whether he was ready or not. “What do you want to talk about?”

Eddie just gave him a look. “You know what.”

Buck sighed. “I wasn’t trying to hide it from you, Eds. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Eddie pressed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “If I’m being honest, Buck, I don’t really know what’s going on. I just know that everyone at work is acting weird, like they’re in on this secret and I’m not, and I’ve tried to figure it out, trust me. But I can’t. What could be so bad that you can’t tell me?”

“It’s not bad, I promise,” Buck said earnestly. “There’s nothing wrong, I’ve just…figured some things out.”

“Okay…” Eddie trailed off, looking at Buck when he didn’t elaborate. “What things?”

“It’s that— I’m—” Buck tried, swallowing against the lump in his throat. His heart was beating so fast, just like it had the first time he came out. You’d think all the practice he’d had would have made it easier but something about coming out to Eddie made everything feel so much more.

“Is it that you’re hanging out with Tommy? I saw him leave. You guys don’t have to hide it,” Eddie said, his brow furrowed. “It’s not like I’d be upset. A little bummed that I’m not invited but not upset,” Eddie chuckled, although his laughter trailed off when Buck just stood there.

“Tommy and I…” Buck started, clearing his throat. “We are hanging out but we’re not friends.”

“How does that work?” Eddie looked adorably confused.

“Eds, we’re dating.”

“Oh,” Eddie said, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” Buck said, rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “So I’m…the news is that I’m bisexual. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

Eddie was quiet for a moment, digesting the new information while Buck fidgeted in front of him. “So…when we ran into you at the pizza place…you guys were on a date, weren’t you?”

“Yeah, it was our first,” Buck mumbled, unable to keep a small smile from gracing his lips. The date had been a little tense and a whole lot awkward when Eddie and Marisol interrupted but then Tommy had walked him back to his door and kissed him and Buck had melted, throwing himself into the kiss. They’d found their footing and it hadn’t been awkward since.

“Shit, Buck, I’m so sorry, we totally interrupted,” Eddie looked dismayed.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know,” Buck reassured.

“I’m still sorry,” Eddie said quietly. “And I’m sorry for storming over here and basically forcing you to tell me. You clearly didn’t want to and I made you and I’m just, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, no,” Buck said, his brow furrowing as he took a step closer to Eddie. “You didn’t make me do anything, I was always going to tell you, I was just having a hard time finding the words.”

Eddie let out a sigh of relief and closed the distance between them, pulling Buck into a bear hug. Buck hugged back just as tightly, letting out a shuddering breath when Eddie whispered, “I’m proud of you, Buck. Thanks for telling me.”

“You’re welcome,” Buck mumbled back. A quick fleeting thought dashed across his mind that Eddie’s arms felt so good around him, something he’d always known but now it was at the forefront of his mind. It felt different now and Buck felt a tendril of confusion. Why did hugging his best friend feel different now? Why did it feel better? Like something was slotting together? Buck shook his head as he pulled away from the hug, trying to physically shake away the thoughts. He wasn’t ready to think about that. “I’m surprised you’re here so late, where’s Chris?”

“Ah,” Eddie looked sheepish. “We had a bit of a fight and he wanted space so Tia Pepa said she’d take him for the night.”

“Oh? About what?” Buck was confused, the amount of times Eddie and Christopher had fought was a very small number.

Eddie sighed. “It’s dumb, you probably don’t want to hear it,” He tried to brush it off. “Let’s talk about more important things: so, you and Tommy?”

Buck ducked his head, blushing. “Yeah, me and Tommy.”

“That’s great, Buck, I’m really happy for you,” Eddie said. A quick expression flitted across his face, too quick for Buck to decipher it, before Eddie gave him a genuine smile.

“Thanks, Eds,” Buck murmured, a pleased glow lighting up his face. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know but first, talk to me about Chris. What did you fight about, is he okay?” Buck was concerned for his favourite Diaz.

“He’s not Marisol’s biggest fan,” Eddie sighed, scrubbing his jaw. “He doesn’t like that she’s been babysitting him so much— which is on me, I’ve been going out a lot with Tommy, especially that first couple of weeks and now, I just— I guess I have to figure that out.”

“Shit, Eddie, I’m sorry,” Buck said, his voice soft with sympathy. “You want a beer?”

“God, yes please,” Eddie blew out a breath, coming to sit down at the island in Buck’s kitchen. Buck placed an opened beer in front of him and then opened one for himself. “Thanks, Buck.” Eddie said gratefully, taking a hearty sip.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t even know,” Eddie said, picking at the beer bottle label. “If I’m being honest, I’m not…really feeling it? Like, it was exciting at first and she’s nice but that’s…that’s it. I don’t feel a spark with her, y’know? I don’t really feel anything for her. I guess that’s why I kind of blew up at Chris, because I felt guilty that I wasn’t actually upset that he didn’t like her.”

“If you want me to talk to him, just let me know,” Buck offered.

“That would be great, I’d really appreciate that.”

“No problem,” Buck smiled before he took a deep breath, steeling himself for his next question. “Speaking of Christopher, Eddie can I….can I tell him? About me?”

Eddie looked at him in surprise. “Buck, of course. You don’t even have to ask. Besides, he’s…” Eddie trailed off, looking at Buck with soft eyes. “He’s your kid too.”

Buck swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat, feeling tears sting his eyes. “Y-yeah?”

“Yeah, Buck,” Eddie grinned.

“You’ve never said that before,” Buck said shyly.

“To be honest I thought you knew,” Eddie’s voice was gentle. “You’re his guardian if anything happens to me.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s mine,” Buck countered, looking down at his hands.

“It does to me,” Eddie replied firmly, so there was so ifs, ands, or buts. “He’s ours.”

“Ours,” Buck tested the word out, liking the way it sounded. “Okay. Ours.”

Eddie’s smile could outshine the sun and Buck felt his heart skip a beat, just like it always did when Eddie smiled at him.

The two of them were quiet for a minute, basking in the comfortable silence while they sipped their beer, before Buck eventually spoke up. “How do you think I should tell him?”

“That you’re bi?” Eddie asked and Buck nodded. “I’d just say it straight.”

Buck laughed. “Well, I don’t know if I can say it straight.”

Eddie chuckled. “You’re going to be making all the puns now, aren’t you?” His voice was unbearably fond and Buck wanted to wrap himself around the glow it lit inside him. “You know what I meant. Just say it outright, you know he’ll support you. You may have to explain what bisexual means but honestly I think he’s going to be very casual about it. Plus, he likes Tommy so you know he’s going to be excited that you’re dating.”

“Okay, great,” Buck’s shoulders relaxed and he let out a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you, Eddie.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Buck,” Eddie said. “Now come on, let’s finish these while we watch a shitty movie.”

“Sounds good,” Buck said warmly, following Eddie to the couch. And it did— sound good. He felt better than he had in weeks now that Eddie knew and was okay with it— just like Buck had always known he would be, but that small part of him that worried was loud. As Buck leaned back against the couch while they flicked through the movie options, he felt complete. And very, very free.

[starshideurfics]

Thirsty Thursday - Sexy Sailor

steddie, omegaverse, halloween, mdni 🔞

“Oh my god, how did I miss this!? You’ve gotta wear it for me, Stevie! Please?” Eddie grabs the polaroid off Robin’s cork board.

“No, Eddie. One summer was enough. Besides, I don’t even have it anymore.”

“It’s just not fuckin’ fair! I have the hottest omega in Indiana, and I never got to enjoy the magic of him dressed as a hot little sailor. C’mon, puppy! I bet your ass looked amazing in those shorts!”

“My ass looks amazing in everything.”

“Your ass looks amazing whether it is constrained by fabric or not, sweetheart.”

“Then we can drop this train of thought. Robin will kill you if she has to hear about how hot you think the work uniforms from our shitty summer job were.”

“I mean, we could always roleplay…”

“No.”

Robin gets back then, laden with snacks from her mother so they can get down to brass tacks and plan their costumes for Halloween.

👻🧟🧙‍♀️

Robin getting a girlfriend ruins Steve’s costume plans. Because Chrissy wants to show Robin off, and Steve can’t blame Robin for saying yes. But he also cannot go as one of the twins from The Shining if he doesn’t have his match. And Eddie’s already going werewolf.

Which sends Steve to buy a costume last minute, picking from the dregs of what is left. There is one costume still in his size, and at least he’s gonna get well and truly laid after the party

👻🧟🧙‍♀️

Eddie gets off work late and has to meet Steve at the Halloween party. He changes into his costume in the restroom at Thatcher’s, then breaks a few traffic laws to get to the party before he’s even later.

He runs into Chrissy first, so bouncy in her Raggedy Anne costume, and she tells him Steve and Robin just ran to the kitchen to grab new drinks. Eddie knows he could wait, but he doesn’t want to be away from Steve any longer than necessary. Thanking Chrissy, he makes his way back to the kitchen and is greeted by the most glorious sight.

It may not be the Scoops Ahoy uniform, but it shows off his boyfriend’s assets to perfection. Eddie slips up behind him, arms snaking around his waist. “Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs against his ear, pushing out his scent to make it clear he isn’t a stranger.

Steve leans back into him, grinning as Eddie nuzzles against his neck. “Hey, puppy, how was work?”

“Who cares? Here now, with you.” The surprise of the outfit, coupled with Steve rubbing back against him has Eddie half-hard, and he is very seriously considering leaving the party now.

Steve turns in his arms, smirking at his rushed creature makeup, then guiding their mouths together. “You gonna be okay?” he asks with a smirk.

“Give me a minute… But we might have to go home early.”

“No, we’re staying until Rob and Chris are ready to go.” His tone is stern, but Steve is still smiling.

“But you’re so hot, puppy! Just wanna taste you, maybe flip your little skirt up…have you present.” Saliva pools under his tongue, made all the worse by his fake werewolf fangs, and drool escapes from the corners of his mouth.

“I didn’t think you’d be *this* into the outfit, Eds,” Steve says, sounding flattered, maybe even blushing a little, but it’s hard to tell because the lights are so dim.

“I’m into you always, but this has been in the masturbation rotation all month.”

Steve pulls back and makes a judgmental face. “You need better fantasies.”

“I can only jerk it to your panties so many—”

“Shut up.” Steve tugs him close and quiets them both with a hard kiss, running his tongue along Eddie’s pointy werewolf teeth and moaning.

They will definitely be talking about that later, but for now Eddie allows himself to melt into kissing his omega.

When they leave, Steve is out of his panties as soon as they make it to the van, and Eddie fingers him the whole way home.

[three--rings]

Okay so I know we're in this big anti-sex cultural moment.

And I know my own personal standards on this issue are way out there. I am a sex first relationship later person. It's just how I roll. So I'm biased.

But I have to say, everyone talks like it's definitely for sure that it was a bad idea for Ed and Stede to have sex when they did.

And honestly, like, I'm not even arguing with that. It was a very understandable time for them to have sex. There should have been some more talking either before or AFTER about how they were both feeling. But it wasn't ideal perhaps.

Still I want to be clear: I don't think them having sex is the fucking problem here.

Ed is overwhelmed and unsure of where he fits right now. He's been through a lot of trauma recently (and caused a lot of course.) So it's understandable why he'd feel unprepared to add sex with Stede on top of it all.

However, they both do very much want to have sex with each other. And when two people are in love and really attracted to each other and really want to have sex, even if they have other reasons why they are holding back from it...well, eventually they're going to have sex. Sooner or later, but probably sooner.

Time in this show is very difficult to gauge, especially this season. So some time has passed between the moonlight scene and the beginning of ep 6. Ed had his leathers back, he's not wearing the bell, things have changed and progressed. It's not the next day. Probably.

We don't get to know how much time it's been or what has been said in between. Ed seems basically in the same place mentally. If not a worse one. Progress is not being made.

It's easy to criticize Stede for initiating a rather aggressive pounce on Ed in the wake of his trauma. But he's clearly not thinking. That's his issue, separate from the question of whether Ed is ready, so I'm not going to get into it. But he does pause, and he looks to Ed for permission, which Ed gives before enthusiastically and passionately joining in.

They both just went through a scary time. They both are seeking comfort in each other. It means sooner comes rather than later in the inevitable 'they're GOING to fuck' race. I know that sentence is a trashfire but let's move on.

Ed is happy in the morning. He's a little nervous, with the breakfast, but he feels good about dumping his leathers. He's come to a decision. Even after he starts to get nervous after Stede talks about their career, he's mostly fine when they go eat. Relaxed, happy about what happened.

And then all the fame stuff starts and he's fine at first. He talks to Jackie and is fine about it until Jackie is like yeah but you have a problem with your man. He talks to Izzy.

Now he's REALLY done a 180. He doesn't see his desired life and Stede's desired life matching up. Stede apparently doesn't understand Ed and where he's at if he thinks they're going to be pirates together now.

This is the problem. This is what upsets Ed. he spirals for hours. He's running scenarios and coming to negative conclusions. He's not valuable or loveable if he's not Blackbeard. Stede doesn't want him if he doesn't fit into that life. He needs to move on. He is panicked and freaking out.

Then he talks to Stede, after already making the decision to leave and go fishing. Like, let's be clear, he doesn't decide that during their fight. He's decided and signed on. He's just saying goodbye.

It's only then that he brings up the sex. He does throw blame at Stede for it a bit, which I think is mostly fair. But he also isn't accounting for Stede's state of mind at the time. They were both off tilt. But he digs into that, and to me, I think he's using the sex as an excuse.

He didn't have a problem with the sex itself. He was happy in the morning and after. Smiling, smug, cute, loved up, having heart to hearts about mermaids and letters.

It was all the life/identity stuff that crashed in that shifted him. But he doesn't know how to talk about that. He doesn't know how to explain it or be vulnerable about his worst fears and self-worth issues.

So he goes on offense and says hey, actually, this is your fault. He picks the issue he has words for, the only one they've actually talked at all about.

Stede is NOT wrong when he identifies Ed as panicking and wanting to run. Stede is recognizing the behavior from himself.

Just like it's not about Ed wanting to fish, it's not about them going too fast. It's about them not communicating about their deepest needs and desires and fears.

They can have sex or not have sex, if they're not communicating it won't work. They could continue fucking like rabbits and have long talks in between sessions and get really really far. Or do what they've been doing which is NOT having sex and also not communicating which can go on forever and they won't get closer to happy.

I feel like fandom has latched on to this one thing as The Problem, because it's all Ed SAID was a problem. But we have lots of evidence otherwise.

I mean, even the conversation...Ed says it's too fast, Stede is like...okay well we can do whatever. He doesn't get defensive even though he's hurt. But that's not good enough, because that's not actually the problem. But at that point Ed really starts running away.

And they start getting more heated, both being sloppy at expressing themselves. (Stede is unfortunately pretty freaking drunk.)

I think they are both very avoidant personalities when it comes to this kind of thing, this kind of deeply personal conflict. Their anxieties keep them from being honest. And so the sex combined with Stede's killing of a man, and newfound fame, that all became a crisis that forced them to confront these issues. I think ultimately probably for the best, instead of not addressing them.

[eddiestightywhities]

TEASER TUESDAY

this is from (what has evolved into) my jealous!eddie fic asdfhjkljjjjsksk. it's canon compliant, so far, and i actually shared the first half for snippet sunday but i'm including it here, too, because it's changed quite a bit since then.

WARNING: i personally have no hate for tommy, but eddie is becoming increasingly jealous af over tevan—and is also devastated about chris leaving and sad in general right now bc of it—and therefore kinda digging in on hating on the guy in this particular story.

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“It'll always be you, Eds.”

Buck beams at him from across the table and Eddie thinks of Texas sunshine in late July and of violet flames and Supernovas.

He feels his best friend's words and that blinding smile in his gut like a constant, gnawing hunger, but Eddie's an old hand at starving himself of his desires and doesn't know how to answer anyway so just winks and smiles back, and it's a dim little effort peeking out from the cover of the shady place Eddie's been cowering in for a while—ever since the brutal incandescence of the lightning strike, since Buck fucking died—while he tries his utmost not to freak out two-fold: 1) at the non-stop panic attack-inducing possibility of something as completely fucked-up as those three minutes and seventeen seconds happening al over again and 2) self-abasing distress over whether or not here is just where Eddie lives, now.

Dwindling in the shadows.

He crosses his arms over his chest (his heart) and breathes in deeply yet silently, and is motionless as possible as he prays his wild-eyed expression isn't giving away his hard-won hiding place.

Buck shouldn't be able to just—say stuff like that to him. It's torture. And while Eddie may very well be a masochist, he does have his limits. Sure, right now his partner is actually only talking about them teaming up for Pictionary and whatever other games the group will undoubtedly end up threatening each other over this evening, but still. Eddie can't help but hear some things in the way he is so desperate to hear them.

Those things he wishes Buck meant for real.

Whether Eddie is capable of openly admitting it or not (maybe he has some kind of weird defect when it comes to this shit?), he now knows inherently that it'll always be Buck for him from here on out

Then Buck is merciless, adding, “You're my Ride or Die, Diaz! It's you and me forever, right?” just to up the torture and consequently murder Eddie in cold blood right here in the middle of Hen and Karen's living room in front of all their friends.

And ¡Dios mio!, Eddie is so totally fucking fucked.

Despite himself, he nods and huffs out a small laugh, confirming, “Ride or Die, Buckley,” while cursing the blood vessels in his neck and cheeks and ears as he flushes a shade of scarlet redder than the sacred Mexican Heart under the scrutiny of the entire gang (bar Bobby and Athena), fists clenching further where they're balled up beneath his armpits.

Chimney raises his beer in the air. “Alright, alright, settle down you bunch of reprobates! All Ride or Die teams have been established, so, everybody buddy up and take your places beside each other now, please. I believe that you all have a drink…” and he looks around the table to check if his estimate is correct before continuing. “Yes, cool, okay, so. It is therefore once again time to find out who this month's Most Powerful Party Gaming Duo will be—” and he turns to Maddie and says, “Don't worry pookie, nobody's taking away our reigning champion title tonight; we got this.”

Maddie smiles at her husband, sweet as sugar cookies, before addressing the rest of the room with a savage, “Get ready to have your asses handed to you, Losers!” 

There is a round of disgusted gasps being gasped and disbelieving heads being shaken and defensive fists being waved in the air, all amid Hen's, “Reigning champions? You won one time. And who the hell made you Gamesmaster Han, anyway? My house, my rules, Howard.” And then Karen's adding, “I think you'll find it's actually our house, my rules, babe,” in her wife's direction, she and everybody else now moving around the table like they're playing musical chairs—Eddie stubbornly stays put because if you ask him, it's more than enough that he's managing to be here, period—as each of them pairs up with their chosen teammates into squads made up of Significant Others.

Husband and wife. Wife and wife. Two sets of Boyfriends and girlfriends. Josh and his date. 

Eddie and Buck. 

Except it isn’t Eddie and Buck, not really. Not at all, actually, at least not in the way Eddie wants it to be—fucking needs it like his blood needs to move oxygen around his body to keep him alive—because Eddie will only ever be Buck’s ‘forever’ whenever Tommy isn’t around.

The Air Operations pilot is on shift tonight, thank fuck. Eddie honestly isn’t sure of what he would have done if Buck’s boyfriend had come over this evening. Bailed on the whole thing, probably. 

He becomes vaguely aware of the half-moon shapes that must be forming in the heels of his palms from where his short fingernails are trying their best to break the skin, and wonders when exactly it was that he started referring to his buddy, Tommy, as ‘The Pilot’. Although Eddie isn't sure of whether the term buddy can really be applied any longer, not since the dynamics between Tommy and Buck changed, and Eddie hasn’t heard from Pilot Boy in weeks. And, okay, so the reason for that is most likely the fact that Eddie kept brushing the guy off like a first class asshole, until Tommy just stopped bothering to call. But honestly, he just can’t bring himself to give a shit about whatever the new buddyship between the pair of them might have bloomed into—not when the sneaky fuck stole his Buck.

If the skin on the palms of Eddie’s hands wasn’t so calloused from work he's pretty sure there'd be blood dripping from them right now. 

“Hey, you okay, man?”

Buck has swapped seats with May and is now bumping Eddie’s shoulder and knee with his own, and Eddie wants to fucking die. 

“What? Oh, sure, peachy. You?” 

“Yeah, I'm good, Eddie. You just—you look a little—” 

“How we feelin’ about our odds tonight then, amigo? Think we can take the title?” Eddie can't change the subject fast enough. 

Steady as ever, Buck just goes with the flow and rolls with Eddie's punches like the seasoned champ he is. 

“I really think tonight could be our night, Eds.” 

Pure. Fucking. Torture.

“Eh, your artistic prowess isn't exactly well documented, Buck.”

Buck scoffs in mock-offence that has a little too much bite for it to be entirely pretend. “I absolutely beg to differ, actually, and so would—”

Christopher.

Their eyes meet for less than a second before Eddie is looking away, yet that's all it takes for him to spot the anguish swirling round his best friend's baby blues. It's like oil in water: Two things that should just never be put together.

“Eds—”

Eddie clears his throat and tries to swallow down the lump that's instantly formed, in an attempt to fill the other gaping hole in his heart; the one that sits right next to the empty space that belongs to Buck.

He can't do this right now. Not here.

“To be fair, I'm not much better, so.” His voice sounds like somebody else's.

Somebody better than him.

Again, Buck pulls on the thread Eddie's left dangling for him, the way he's supposed to. “Well that is bullshit and you know it,” he counters, with a parental look of admonishment that's become polished over the years with the ton of practice that he's had with—

This time Eddie can't keep his deep breathing covert, so he sucks in two big lungs full before exhaling sharply and grabbing at his beer. He takes a long swig to distract himself from his wayward thoughts, and the IPA is nowhere near as bitter as the foul taste already festering away on his tongue.

“You're too hard on yourself, Eddie. You always have been. You need to—you gotta learn to be kinder to yourself, man. Realise that—that some things, such as art,” Buck says pointedly, as if Eddie doesn't know that he's not talking exclusively about Eddie's mediocre willow charcoal skills, “they can just—take a little extra time and patience, is all.” 

God, Eddie loves him so much he aches right down to his fucking bone marrow.

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[norskheks]

Okay, it's late and I really should be sleeping, but can we talk about the relationship between Lucius and Ed in S2?

I can't stop thinking about the line, "There is nothing you can do that would fix this." Lucius tried revenge, and it didn't work (at least for longer than 30 seconds).

Ed hasn't really apologized (as of the end of E7) yet to anyone but Fang and Izzy. The rest of the crew have sort of forgiven him anyway, because... Lucius is right. An apology wouldn't, couldn't, fix it no matter how sincere.

I remember in therapy a few years ago, my therapist asked me, if my dad did the thing that abuse victims dream about and apologized for all his verbal abuse while I was growing up, like he sincerely understood what he did wrong and regretted it, how would I feel? How would I respond?

And my answer was, I wouldn't trust it. I wouldn't care how sorry he was; he shouldn't have done it in the first place. In fact, an apology at this point might make me angrier. Where was your self-reflection when you were actively harming me? Pretty convenient that now you're sorry after I set some damn boundaries. You want to atone? Get a damn time machine.

There is nothing he could do that would fix me!!! I had to fix myself (it's a WIP)! And once I started fixing myself and setting boundaries, I started moving on from the shame and anger and rage to just living my life and not caring what he says or thinks or does. And I'm even able to live with my parents now because of that; it's not ideal because he's still irritating af, but my mental health is relatively good.

(Compare that to 10 years ago when I had a breakdown and was out of work for months, but I couldn't move back home because I knew if I did, the risk of my suicidality moving from passive to active was very high. Like, I was prepared to live on the street before I lived in that man's house.)

But at this point, I know that whether he ever understands or acknowledges how he fucked up has nothing to do with me.

I think Lucius is going on a similar journey with Ed. He had to be angry for a while (an unrealistically short while, but they basically sail at super speeds using gaydar on this show, so), and now he's ready to advocate for himself and his happiness.

Love that journey for us!!! 🥰

[weiner-enjoyer]

ofmd s2 literary analysis, mostly so i dont die of gay disease. obviously, spoilers for our flag means death season 2

okay so im going to start with the gravy basket because.???? there has to be some kind of metaphor im missing. but regardless, most of it was pretty up front. ed hates himself, he chooses to live, he changes. but theres some smaller details i find important. for one, he’s under the immediate impression that he hates hornighost, but hornighost feeds him and takes care of him anyway. he helps him. if hornighost is ed, then we can assume that ed is taking this time to take care of himself - with or without anyone else’s help. was he doing a great job at it? not at all. but he displays this self help when he establishes his boundaries with stede. not to mention, death is a huge main theme in this series. obviously he didn’t die, but he had a choice to. he was faced with “fix your problems, or die.” and he chose to fix them; he chose change, but change of his own accord, not death’s. he has control.

i also want to talk about ed saying “you’re not a fucking mermaid”. which seems really obvious, and it is. but the whole mermaid vision was to show that stede is here, whether he likes it or not. and whether he likes it or not, he takes that help. and it helps him. but he’s just started this whole self help journey, and he doesn’t want to accept he’s not strong enough to do it himself. so he’s telling stede to back tf off. and also obviously their divorce or wtv

okay so the bunny. ed is confiding in this random ass bunny. the bunny stays put, but it is also quite visibly shaking. ed has control now, but he isn’t ready to deal with the feedback he would get from a person. humans are unpredictable, and they aren’t always good at receiving emotions. ed also doesn’t want to use feedback to get better, because he’s so convinced he’s always right (or he chooses to think that to avoid how he absolutely knows he’s wrong.) and so theres this bunny. and then the bunny fucking dies, and then he eats that bunny. which is crazy, but he immediately talks to stede after eating it. he lost a safe zone, and then he got out of his safe zone and fixed a problem; the main reason he chose to live

and then theres the lesbians (i forgot their names, im so sorry). love those guys, my favorite plot device so far. this one is pretty obvious as well. but they’re just so immature. like. oh my god. and it’s fun at first. at first, both stede and ed love them, but both of them realize how unstable it is. they’re not even afraid to become that, because they know they’re better than that. but. there’s a but. the lesbian’s way of life was easy. if you don’t have to deal with the problems, you can live and die childish, probably from gangrene after your girlfriend stabbed you. and stede and ed immediate relate themselves to the lesbians, and then they completely defy that relation by doing the mature thing. i kinda forgot to say this, but the lesbians are a symbol of ed’s past life too. they act like how ed acts when he meets his old pirate friends; immature and reckless. when ed leaves that scene, he leaves that part of him behind.

okay so then we have the robes. im almost done, i promise. the robes are fancy. the robes are rich. the robes are cursed. they protect stede in every way except that everyone around him fears the robe. the robes are super cash money. unfortunately, stede no longer likes being cash cash money bags, so he gets rid of the suit. most of it. because he really does wear fine things well. but the robes are a past life for stede, and he willingly gets rid of them. he’s not even that mad about it. the same can be said for the lesbians; when stede leaves the robes, he leaves that part of him behind. he does it for his shipmates, but it helps him too

okay okay okay now izzy. so it’s less an analysis and more of a question. of course, izzy has been suffering a lot. like a lot. and he deserves that. wholeheartedly. he was doing relatively well with the suffering too, at first, and then he decided “fuck all that. im going to get drunk off my ass and pretend that ed didnt almost kill me, because i’m too immature.” this behavior is not healthy and im almost positive he’ll eventually come back to hating ed and try to kill him. but even with all of this, how is he going to do as a captain? we now have two other former captains on board, albeit fairly weak captains, but they pose a threat to izzy’s power. and probably his emotional state. is he going to govern the ship like before, or is he going to be emotional like he was in the beginning? he had to have learned that it could get him betrayed, but he seems intelligent in the robe situation

i hope this makes sense

[alexlesuagz]

Small Snippet of a Fanfic I’m working on! I hope you enjoy!

[TW: Mention of Drugs]

Feb. 13, 2018

10 more minutes until lunch.

Vicky raps her pinky against the desk repeatedly in anticipation.

Come on, damn clock, go faster!

She grabs her paper and scribbles some more answers onto her worksheet. It’s science, a subject she gave zero shits about, so she doesn’t care whether her answers are correct.

Once she finishes, she scratches her left cheek as she glares up at the clock, now continuously tapping her foot against the floor like it’s some belated kind of morse code.

8 more minutes.

She lets out a loud exhale through her nostrils as she puts her head down on her desk, her hands running through her wavy black locks.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Chelsea, her best friend, giving her a small look of concern from the other side of the classroom.

Are you alright? Chelsea mouths.

Vicky nods quickly. I’m fine, she bullshits silently.

Chelsea looks back at her worksheet, and Vicky looks back up at the clock.

5 more minutes.

Fuck this. If she had to last another unbearable 5 minutes in Miss Goldfinch’s class, she was going to lose her fucking mind.

Also, it was 5 mere minutes, so why not just ditch? She thinks as her hand shoots up.

“Yes, Vicky?” Miss Goldfinch asks.

“CAN I USE THE BATHROOM?” Vicky exclaims in her best I-am-in-pain-and-I-must-piss voice.

Miss Goldfinch glances at the clock. “Vicky, dear, it’s 4 and a half more minutes until the end of lunch, can’t you just hold it in?”

Welp, that didn’t work. Time for the Trump card.

“I DON’T THINK I CAN, MISS GOLDFINCH.” Vicky says through clenched teeth.

Miss Goldfinch looks back at her and frowns. “What do you mean by that?”

Vicky walks up to Miss Goldfinch and whispers some words into her ear.

“Oh…OH…okay, then. Do you need anything?”

Vicky shakes her head rapidly.

“...Well, alright, then, go right ahead to the bathroom, and take your backpack with you if you must.”

“Thank you, ma’am!” Vicky shouts as she grabs her bag and power walks out of the classroom.

Great. Now that period 4 torture time’s basically over, now all I need to do is wait for…wait, what’s his name?

She pulls out her phone and checks her notes.

Julian Ramis “The Murderer Kid”

…Ah, yeah, him.

According to reports, the kid was arrested for murder around five years ago, which is why people tend to avoid him. However, she did not know everything that happened, and even information about the crime wasn't exactly what she wanted.

What she wanted was cannabis.

“Who’s that?” Vicky asks, pointing to the boy sitting alone at the less crowded side of the bleachers, typing on his laptop.

“Oh, him?” Chelsea asks.

“Yeah, beanie boy.” Vicky replies. “Is he a transfer or something? I haven’t really noticed him before until now.”

“Oh, no, he ain’t a transfer.” Chelsea responds, shaking her head. “That’s Julian Ramis. Apparently, dude, uh-”

Chelsea’s hesitating now.

“He what?”

“He, uh, ‘game over’-ed someone, like 5 years ago.”

Vicky could feel her eyes widen and her jaw drop. “Are you, like, serious about this?!”

“Yeah, like totes serious!” Chelsea exclaims as the two girls walk down the bleacher stairs. “Why else would he be so emo-looking?! Constantly smells of weed, too. I feel kinda bad for him, but at the same time, he’s like, really scary. Last time I tried talking to him, he immediately started getting high and mighty, calling me a ‘ginger, rat-faced bimbo!’” She shudders.

Of course, a guy who constantly smells of weed would have weed in his general vicinity, right?

Vicky rehearses her plan in her hand once again. Alright, once the bell rings, find Julian, drag him over to the gender-neutral bathroom, and force him to fork over the drugs. And if all else goes to absolute shit, then remember that one self-defense acronym!...What was that one acronym again-?

BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNG!!!!!

Oh yeah, ‘solarplex’, ‘instep’, ‘nose’, and ‘groin’. Alright, I’m ready.

When lunch comes around, the whole school grounds are open, so Vicky knew she had a lot of searching to do. However, considering where she had seen him the first time, she had a good idea on where he was going to be.

Sure enough, as Vicky clambers onto the bleachers, she spots Julian in the relatively uncrowded corner, eating a ham sandwich with one hand and typing on his laptop with the other.

He’s also hidden in the shade, like a true emo.

Vicky takes a deep breath in and exhales. Fuck it. Just introduce yourself and try not to get into trouble.

She walks over to Julian, who’s still too invested in his laptop to even acknowledge her.

What is he even doing, anyway? Writing fanfiction?

As quietly as possible, she looks over his shoulder to study his screen.

Oh.

Oh.

First of all, Chelsea was right, he does in fact smell like weed.

Second of all, what the hell is he even trying to type? “Rejected and despised by all, I walk a dark and tormented path, leading to despair…”

Julian suddenly shuts his laptop.

“You know I know you’re behind me, right?”

Shit.

[billowyy]

Please Take Me Home (ao3)

Ed/Izzy/Stede | 1.5k words | Febuwhump day 8: panic

"Dad! My bag!" 

"Oh! Stay right there, I'll get it." 

Ed watches as a man dashes off the train back onto the platform, but just as he turns around after he’s retrieved the bag, the door to their car starts to close. Ed tightens the arm he has around Izzy’s shoulder anxiously. He knows what’s about to happen. 

"Dad!" One of the children says. The doors close right when the man reaches them. 

"Dad! No!" Both of the kids rush to the door, stumbling as the train starts to move. 

"Shit," Izzy says. He's already walking towards the kids and Edward quickly follows. 

Both of them are crying, but the girl, who can’t be older than eight, looks like she’s trying to hold it back. She’s holding her brother’s hand as they watch their dad through the window. He’s quickly gone from view and that’s when the smaller one really lets the tears loose. 

“Alma! We have to go back! Tell them to go back!” 

“Don’t be stupid, Louis.” 

That’s when he and Izzy reach them. 

“Hey, no one’s being stupid,” Ed says as he approaches. Both kids turn around at his presence.

“Stranger danger,” the boy, Louis, says quietly. He’s gripping his sister’s shirt with the hand that’s not holding hers. 

“Yes, stranger danger, but we’re going to get you two back to your dad. I promise.” Ed kneels down on his good knee in front of them. Izzy holds his shoulder steady. 

Alma eyes the two of them warily. She wipes the tears from her eyes and face and must decide that he’s telling the truth because she holds out her hand.

“I’m Alma.” Ed shakes her hand. “This is Louis.” 

“I’m Ed and that’s my partner Izzy,” Ed says, nodding his head back to Izzy, who is shaking Alma’s hand now. “Do you know your dad’s number? I reckon we should tell him you two are okay.” 

“I do!” Louis says. He’s still teary, still gripping onto his sister, but he perks up a bit, ready to contribute and share his knowledge. 

Still on his knee at their level, he pulls out his phone, gets the dad’s number, and shoots off a quick text.

Your kids are fine! My name is Ed. Your kids gave me your number. I'll get off with them at the next stop and wait with them until you get there 👍

“All four of us are going to get off at the next stop and me and Iz will wait with you until your dad gets there. Does that sound okay?”

Alma doesn’t look like she completely believes him, so Ed amends—

“How about you take my phone and call your dad. You can keep it with you until we meet up with him.”

He waits until both kids nod before reaching a hand up so Izzy can help stand. He feels his knee pop as he rises and has to hold onto Izzy and the pole for a moment to get righted again. 

“I want to talk to my daddy,” Louis whines. Alma sticks her hand out, expectant and firm. 

“You good?” Izzy asks, voice low in his ear and hand gripping his elbow. Ed unlocks his phone and hands it to Alma. 

“I’m good, Iz. Should have brought my fucking stick today.” Izzy presses a kiss to his shoulder.

“How about you two, you okay?” 

Alma nods, eyes glued on the phone. “Dad texted back. Says he’s on his way.” She brings it to her ear.

Ed and Izzy leave the kids be while they talk to their dad. Louis gets weepy again as soon as he has the phone and Ed presses his face into Izzy’s hair, keeping his eye on them. They should be pulling up to the station very soon. 

“Reckon we’ll make it back home in time for our show?” Ed asks into Izzy’s hair. 

“We’ll probably miss the beginning. Depends on whether the next train is on time.” The two of them are back to their position from earlier—both with a hand on the pole, Ed’s arm resting on Izzy’s shoulders, and Izzy’s wrapped around Ed’s waist. Izzy rubs his hip and sighs in a way that tells Edward he’s disappointed about their show. It’s a weekly tradition. 

“We’ll watch what we can and find it online later.” Ed squeezes him into his side briefly. 

The train pulls up to the next station and Edward and Izzy let go of each other, shuffling closer to the kids so that they can stay close as they exit. 

“We’re about to get off,” Alma says into the phone. She’s still holding Louis’ hand. “Are you close?” 

Izzy herds them to a miraculously empty bench and Edward gladly takes a seat. His leg is yelling something fierce and he takes the chance to rub at the achiest bits. Alma tells them that their dad is a few minutes away as she passes the phone to Louis. There’s no room on the bench for Izzy, so he stays standing and watches the people around them.

“Is your leg okay?”

“It will be. I’ve got a bad knee and it likes to play up, especially if I’ve been on it for a while.” 

Alma nods, “My stepdad says his wrist is like that when he paints. He has to wear a brace on it sometimes. Is that what’s on your knee?” 

As she was talking, Edward had loosened said knee brace so he could dig his fingers under it. 

“Yup,” he says, voice strained. Alma opens her mouth to say something, but then her eyes shift past Ed and into the crowd. 

“Dad!” Alma stands, arms reaching out.

“Children! Oh!” Both of the kids are quickly wrapped up in arms that belong to the man from earlier. Ed notes that he has the lost backpack from earlier on his back. “Are you alright? Louis? Alma?” 

Ed watches the dad worry over his children and grabs his phone, which had been left on the bench in Louis’ haste to stand. He ends the call and puts it back into his pocket. The dad is, well, quite the dad. Strong arms, pretty hair, pretty face. Definitely a dad he’d like to f—

“You must be Ed!” He holds out his hand and Ed is reminded of the way Alma did the same in their own introductions. 

“I am. That’s my partner Izzy,” he nods his head over to him. Twenty years and it’s still his favorite thing to say. The universe must be thanking him by letting him say it more than once in one day. 

“Oh,” he breathes, eyes going between them. Ed swears he can see his cheeks reddening, more than they already were. “I can’t thank you two enough for helping them.” 

"It was no trouble," Ed assures. Stede's eyes focus on him and Ed notices that they're red and swollen. His heart lurches. 

"I'm Stede, by the way." Stede stands up and swings Louis up on his hip. 

"Stede." 

"Yes," He nods. 

Right, enough staring into this man's eyes. Ed fixes his brace and stands up as well. The ache has gone down some. 

"Thank you, again." Stede is looking at Izzy this time, placing a hand on his forearm. 

Ed watches Izzy's face. Oh. He knows that look. He's feeling the same way about Stede that he is. 

“No worries.” 

The two of them stare at each other, not unlike him and Stede were doing just moments before, until Alma tugs at her dad’s sleeve. Stede startles and turns to look at her. 

“Dad, can we go?” 

“Oh, yes, darling! I’m terribly sorry about all this. Let’s get the two of you home.” 

Ed wraps his arm back around Izzy’s shoulders and watches as Stede gives them both another long look. He seemingly nods to himself before saying goodbye and walking away with his children. 

“Damn,” Izzy says under his breath. 

“Fucking hot, right?” 

“I heard the girl say something about a stepdad. Did you see a ring?” 

“Even if I did, we both saw the way he was looking at us.” 

“We have his number.” Izzy slides his hand up Edward’s back and guides him back to the front of the platform. 

“We do have his number. Worst thing that happens is he says no.” 

Later, when they’re laying in bed and talking about how to ask Stede if he’s interested in seeing them again, a text comes in from his newly made contact. 

Stede (dilf 🥵🥵): Hello! This is Stede. Thank you again, truly, for helping my Alma and Louis. Alma is telling me that she now wants a leather jacket. I’m terribly sorry if I’m being presumptuous, but might you and your partner be interested in accompanying me out to eat? It can be in thanks for your kind deed. 

“Izzy. This man is so fucking formal. What kind of restaurant would he take us to?”

Stede (dilf 🥵🥵): It can also be more than that, if you two are so inclined. 

“Izzy.”

[munson-blurbs]

Thankful (Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader)

You and Eddie celebrate Melody’s first Thanksgiving with the Hawkins crew.

Warnings: none

WC: 1.7k

Part I | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Taglist: @dylanmunson @tayhar811 @princess-eddie​ @briasnow-blog @eddielives1986 @lost-in-contingency @eddiesprincess86​

--

“Are you ready?” You hear Eddie whisper through the bedroom door; the man was never good at keeping his voice low. “C’mon, let’s go surprise Mommy!”

The record store is closed on holidays, which means Eddie’s home, which also means that you can sleep in. Motherhood is more exhausting than you had anticipated. It’s one thing to pull an all-nighter once in awhile to finish some work or have a movie marathon; it’s another to wake up every two hours to feed, change, or rock a screaming baby.

Your husband has been nothing short of an angel: balancing work, a newborn baby, and a wife who feels like she’s falling apart physically and emotionally. You take care of Melody while he’s at the store, but he’s holding her as soon as he gets home so you can take time to rest. 

You open one eye as the door opens and slip on your glasses. Eddie’s still in his pajamas, but he’s got Melody in an outfit you haven’t seen before.

“Hi, my loves,” you greet them sleepily. “Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Mama Munson,” Eddie replies, carefully shuffling towards you. “Mel wants to show you something.”

“I hope it’s not another diaper explosion,” you give a small laugh, sitting up to get a better look at your little family.

“Nope. Had one of those already this morning, but Super Dad took care of it,” he grins proudly. “This is much better.”

He hands you your little baby, her dark blond curls tickling your chin as you pull her close for cuddles. She’s wearing an orange onesie with a cartoon turkey on it, and the text below it reads “My First Thanksgiving.”

“This is the most precious thing I’ve ever seen!” you exclaim as she takes your finger in her tiny fist. “Eds, where did you get this?”

“What are you talking about? You gave birth to her!” he teases, kissing your forehead.

“You know what I mean!”

“Ohhh, her Thanksgiving outfit,” Eddie says, making you smile even wider. “One of my regulars gave it to me last week. Been hiding so we could surprise you.”

“I swear, every time I think this kid couldn’t get any cuter,” you kiss her little fingernails, and she looks up at you with her wide eyes. “Right? Every time Mommy thinks you couldn’t be a more adorable little baby, you prove her wrong!”

Eddie’s heart leaps watching you be a mom. The last few weeks have been hard on you, but he’s so impressed with how naturally you fell into motherhood. On more than one occasion you’ve questioned whether or not you can do this, but he reassures you that the feeling is normal, especially when sleep deprived. And while you’ve had no shortage of visitors, you haven’t really left the house.

Today, however, the three of you are going to the Hopper-Byers house to celebrate with everyone—and you mean everyone: Jim Hopper, Joyce, Will, Jonathan, and Eleven will obviously be there, as well as Steve, Nancy, Andy, Robin, Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Max. A full house.

Eddie crouches down so he’s eye-level with his daughter. “What’s that, Melly Bean?” he asks, cocking his head towards her. “You want Mommy to come out to the living room so we can watch the parade together?”

You roll your eyes and laugh. “Only for my little turkey,” you place her back in his waiting arms so you can stretch. “And because I have to get up anyway and make a casserole to bring to Joyce’s.”

“I thought Joyce said not to bring anything?” He furrows his brows.

“Well, I’m not going over empty-handed,” you reply. “Besides, it’ll feel good to cook something again.” Your friends and neighbors had brought food to you after Melody was born, and you’d been subsisting on that and take-out since you got home from the hospital.

Eddie nods. “Okay. Just take it easy.” You give him a warm smile, appreciating his concern without being overbearing. God, you love him.

~

You wrap the hot casserole dish in tinfoil just as Santa Claus makes his way down 34th Street, signaling the end of the parade.

“Look, Melly!” Eddie coos, though she’s sound asleep against his chest. “That’s Santa! He’s gonna come to our house next month and bring you so many gifts.” He looks over at you sheepishly. “Speaking of which, I should probably pick up some extra shifts.”

You feign ignorance for your own amusement. “Whatever for? I thought Santa was bringing everything for her.”

“You’re so lucky I’m holding her, or I’d throw a pillow at your head.” Instead, he opts to stick out his tongue, making you giggle.

“C’mon, let’s bundle her up and…Eddie!” you cry out when you see that he’s still in his pajamas, with his hair mussed and his face unshaven. “How are you not ready yet?”

“I think a better question is, how are you ready?” he gawps.

“I showered and got dressed while the casserole was in the oven,” you explain. “Just need to throw on some makeup, cover up these bags under my eyes, and I’m good to go.”

“Fuckin’ Wonder Woman, I’m tellin’ you, babe. That’s what you are,” he muses, standing slowly and putting Melody in her bassinet next to the couch. He walks back to the kitchen and presses a sloppy kiss to your temple. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, stinky man,” you wrinkle your nose dramatically as you pretend to lean in for a kiss but lick his lips instead. He retaliates quickly, pulling you close to him and licking your ear.

“You’re gross,” you mumble as his jaw drops.

“Me? You started this!” he retorts.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, babe. Now go get ready.”

~

You pull up to the house half an hour later than you’d hoped, but considering you had a four-week-old baby, you were impressed that you weren’t tardier. Eddie throws the car in park and shuts off the engine, and immediately you hear a voice call, “They’re here!”, followed by a parade of people vying to be the first to hold Melody.

“Whoa! Hey, guys!” Eddie calls as he steps out and opens the rear door to get the baby. “Just give us a sec to get settled in and then you can fight to the death for her.”

You sling the diaper bag over your shoulder as Eddie unhooks the car seat. Melody stirs slightly and lets out a cry.

“Sorry,” you mutter as you make a beeline for the front door, “she might be hungry.”

Joyce pushes through the crowd to get to you. “Breathe. It’s okay. Babies cry,” she rubs your back gently. “You’ll feed her, and she’ll be good as new.”

You take a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth, and nod. “Thank you.”

There’s a soft tap on your shoulder as you walk in the house. “Uh, Y/N?” Mike Wheeler says. “I can give her a bottle, i-if you want. I used to help my mom when Holly was a baby.”

You’re reluctant to accept help, for the sake of your own pride, but you relinquish some control and smile. “That would be amazing, Mike.” The boy visibly relaxes as you bring him over to the kitchen so you can prepare the bottle.

Eddie places Melody in Mike’s arms, and she takes the bottle immediately. “She’s so cute,” Mike remarks, making silly faces at her while she drinks.

“Once that bottle is done, give her to me,” Dustin demands, and Max scoffs at him.

“You already got to meet her when she was born!” she argues, pushing him out of the way.

“Not my fault I’m a better friend than any of you are!”

“Hey, who says I’m giving her up?” Mike calls back from the sofa.

“Sheep!” Eddie’s voice stops their bickering immediately. “Here’s the deal: Wheeler’s gonna finish feeding her, then we’ll go in alphabetical order by people who haven’t met her yet,” he emphasizes, earning a glare from Dustin. “That means Eleven, then Jonathan, Lucas, Max, Robin, and Will.”

“So not fair,” Dustin mutters, but doesn’t put up more of a fight.

“Also, there’s a rule,” you add teasingly. “If she poops while you’re holding her, you have to change her diaper.” Surprisingly, no one seems fazed.

~

For the first time in nearly a month, you’re able to have adult conversations and eat a meal without having to tend to Melody. It feels strange, like a piece of you is missing, but you learn to enjoy the moments of freedom.

It’s Hopper’s turn to hold her, and he’s standing next to Eddie, who’s eating a slice of pie. You overhear a part of their conversation:

“Having a daughter is the best feeling, isn’t it?” Hopper asks him, waving a finger at Melody. She’s so good, you think with a smile.

Eddie nods vigorously. “I can’t believe that I get to be her dad. I feel like I don’t deserve it,” he admits.

Hopper glances over at Eleven before replying. “I know the feeling,” he agrees, “but trust me when I say that if anyone deserves this, it’s you.” You blink back tears, half because you don’t want to be crying at Thanksgiving, and half because you don’t want to get caught eavesdropping.

Joyce uses her hip to gently bump yours. “Look at our guys,” she says. “Almost hate to steal her away from them. Almost.” She marches over and motions for her husband to hand her the baby, heart melting the instant she holds her.

Eddie makes his way over to you, placing his empty plate on a nearby table. He brings his arm around your waist, and you rest your head on his chest.

“You good, baby?” he murmurs into your hair.

“Mhm,” you say. “I’m just really happy.”

He squeezes you even closer and brings his gaze back to his daughter, cooing in Joyce’s arms. “We made the cutest kid ever, didn’t we?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you agree. “Makes every other baby look bad.” You look up at him and he bends down slightly to kiss you.

Instead, you lick from his lower lip to the tip of his nose.

“Gotcha.”

[h4rring1on]

hey theree i've never requested anything but i have this idea in mind...

so reader and eddie are dating and they're hanging out with steve, nancy and robin and they play truth or dare and they kinda tease reader about how her and eddie have never done anything besides kissing and reader gets really upset because shes not ready yet and locks herself in the bathroom and starts crying, then eddie comforts her about it?

idk just a little idea i had

have a great day :))

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

you and eddie always loved hanging out with the group, even though you’d much rather be with eddie, you weren’t the type to never hang out with your friends.!

so the two of you invited them over to eddie’s trailer, you started talking a bit but soon enough you started playing some party games, one of them being the infamous truth or dare

“okay—is it true that you and steve are gonna have kids the second you graduate” eddie asked

“yep, emphasis on graduate, something you’ll never be able to do”

the group chuckled, “we’ll see about that” you said and everyone ooh’d

“well, munson, didn’t know had your head in the game this year” steve said

“yeah because he doesn’t, it’s me” you joked and everyone laughed

you enjoyed moments like these, where everyone would laugh and joke around, without all the darkness that consumed them when they were alone, just peace. because recently, that always gets ruined.

“okay okay, y/n, truth or dare” nancy asked

“truth” you said

“you guys are such cowards! pick dare for once” robin said and you guys laughed

“have you ever had sex with eddie?” she asked and the room erupted in oohs and cheers

“oh please, she’s a goody two shoes” steve said, “besides, she’d never lose it to his fugly ass” steve teased and eddie lightly chuckled

“we already know the answer to this. i’ll cut my arm off if it’s a yes. she’d never be one of those girls” robin chuckled, and you just played along. you didn’t exactly like the way they were talking about you, as if you were not there, and it wasn’t even in the good.

“excuse me” you said, getting up, but nobody really noticed, too busy laughing, except for eddie, who knew exactly what was going on

you went to the bathroom and locked the door, tears started streaming down your eyes as you slid down the door, you felt so stupid.

why did they say it as if it was a bad thing? why would they even ask that? she wasn’t a goody two shoes—she loved eddie but—

knock knock knock

“sweetheart?” eddie spoke and you quickly wiped your tears

“yeah?” you said, your voice hoarse

“they’re gone, love” he said

“wh—why?” you asked

“you know why, let me see you, baby” he said and you sighed, slowly opening the door, but the second it did, he saw your eyes, red and puffy with more tears brimming in them

you were a pure thing. highest grades, great in after school activities, never had a drink, very polite, the nicest girl anyone met. eddie knew how innocent you were, and how important your innocence was to you, and he’d never ever take it away unless you ask.

“i—‘m sorry eds, i’m not ready—i know a lot of girls usually do it but i’m—i’m too scared i can’t—“

“princess” he said as he held your hand, “don’t listen to them, i know you’re not ready. that’s why i don’t push you. trust me, i don’t care. i only care about you, whether you’re ready or not.” he said, looking right into your eyes

god, how did you find a man like him? how was he so patient with you? how could he give you so much love when he could easily find any other girl that would give him what you’re not ready for?

eddie was right, who cares? your innocence is yours and you’d only lose it when it’s time.

[knowlesian]

like the research nerd i am, i decided to get together all the evidence (aka: all the scenes where izzy and ed talk about death, stede’s or otherwise, since you always need the whole data set on this kind of thing to sort out the answer) to try to suss out if the text tells us whether izzy knows about ed’s fine line on killing.

just to make it easy on myself, i’ll start with breaking down the scenes first, in order from e3-6.

e3 - 

- izzy asks if “we” should attack/kill/feed to the sharks stede and co; this could imply ed would take part, but it could also mean the rest of the crew sans ed, so inconclusive.

e4 - 

- the talking tough way ed mentions the spaniards dying seems a bit odd if izzy knows ed never kills directly/feels morally weird about the subject, but also inconclusive.

- “what’s the plan”/“the ushze” conversation about the revenge’s crew is again on the ambiguous end; it doesn’t really give us much on who would be doing the executing.

- until a little later! when izzy casually orders ivan and fang to kill the crew for him. this doesn’t give us much re: ed, but it does show izzy offloads his own killing as well and isn’t the Ship Executioner as a matter of course.

- during their first conversation about stealing stede’s identity ed implies he’ll be doing the killing, and izzy doesn’t appear to assume otherwise/show any surprise or shock ed would break a decades-long rule.

(which to me is the first potentially slam dunk piece of evidence: the natural response to finding out something like that would be anything but easy acceptance, if izzy was aware this would be the severest of breaks in pattern for ed. it’s like... we all have that one friend who orders the same thing every single time they go to a restaurant, and if they ever switch it up people go OH SHIT, THO. this is more than that— this is like a lifelong vegan ordering a whole rack of ribs without warning. essentially: when you know somebody’s rock-solid established patterns and they up and break one, you don’t go yeah sure okay. i have no shock.)

e5 -

- ed tells fang to kill the french captain for him and again there’s no shock or indication this is unusual, so it’s definitely not just izzy doing ed’s killing either way.

e6- 

- opens with izzy’s internal monologue that after two weeks of spending 24/7 living up each other’s assholes he’s “beginning to suspect” ed himself isn’t going to kill stede. which seems odd, if izzy has any idea ed doesn’t kill— why would he be surprised ed’s getting cold feet at all? and if it took him two weeks to be like, wait. ed’s maybe NOT gonna kill this guy??? even though he knew killing was a line for ed, that seems a weird way to say that/approach this situation. 

(on a formatting note: the fact that this is the single moment of internal thoughts given as voiceover/monologue on the series— eta, forgot about mary! overall point stands, but accuracy!!! refining arguments is always best. this is also interesting since stede’s narration is given via his narration to lucius in-world which makes mary and izzy the unreliable/reliable no in-world explanation for the monologuing pair, anyway back to the action— and worth thinking deeper about. the writers made sure to establish even in the privacy of his own head, izzy isn’t thinking to himself anything but ‘huh. maybe ed... isn’t going to do it????’ and that it took him literally two weeks to suss out ed’s flirting, not getting ready to do a murder. 

they also juxtapose the monologue with ed being obviously flirty and enjoying himself— so obviously that Fang and Ivan can see it—  so on the emotional intelligence/reading the room and seeing things he doesn’t want to see side: if izzy’s been with ed for years and it took him two weeks to notice ed was playing footsie vs plotting murder, that’s another mark against the idea that he can read ed like a book.)

- then we get a direct line into the scene where izzy tells ivan and fang ed is for sure gonna kill stede, he promised. so unless we’re meant to take away that izzy is aware this would be huge for ed and is simultaneously not running cover/setting up things to pressure ed before he ever offers to do it himself (or even thinks he’ll have to!) this feels like more evidence he has no idea. (because the use of internal monologue just told us izzy isn’t lying to ivan and fang here: he 100% expects ed to do it, and not that he’ll want or need izzy to step in.)

- which leads into izzy bringing ivan and fang in to push ed. (and being a bit of an unreliable narrator once again, as he speaks for ivan and fang despite the earlier scene where they push back on him and don’t agree with his desire move ed along.) if we read in that izzy knows ed doesn’t kill, this positions izzy as the kind of skilled manipulator that just doesn’t scan with the rest of what we see from him. the kind of sneaky/fucked up you have to be to know ed’s line here and only implicitly threaten that image while also bringing in fang to remind ed about the dog doesn’t fit with izzy’s blaring sirens/neon sign mode of persuasion. izzy sort of just says FUCKIN DO THE FUCKIN THING I WANT! FUCK!!! he’s not a sneak around corners dude. if izzy 100% thinks ed kills people then this is a scene of him getting more and more impatient about annoying foot dragging.

- then we get to: “i’ll happily end it.” / “no, it’s my mess. i’ll do it.” izzy only volunteers to kill stede for ed after two weeks of waiting and after pulling in ivan and fang and still getting nothing, and again he expresses no surprise or doubt at ed’s continued promises he doesn't need the assist, either verbally or physically. 

(this is also the only time izzy offers to kill for edward, in the entire run of the show, outside “you’re not doing this. so i must” before the duel begins. izzy says over and over he absolutely expects ed to kill and isn’t assuming it would be hard or a break from pattern, and only once in ten whole episodes offers to do it for him. these are very careful writers: i can’t imagine this is a mistake.)

- this is immediately followed in the same conversation by izzy saying “send him to doggy heaven” as a followup to the offer which... again, as ever, makes me die laughing. but also shows us: izzy still has zero real doubts ed himself is gonna do this, and has once again not acted like somebody who thinks this is hard for ed, or a change in pattern. he offered, but by the end of the conversation izzy is back to: yeah, of course ed will do it.

so, my baseline argument: just given what we see in the text, it seems far more likely izzy doesn’t know ed doesn’t kill. 

it’s either that or he’s somehow aware but not in any way confused/shocked/even vaguely suspicious that ed is changing this long-held rule out of nowhere, and is comfortable using it against ed despite knowing in a way that positions him as more of a manipulator and not just a guy trying to hurry ed along and get rid of stede, already. 

beyond that izzy never mentions ed’s choice not to directly kill a single time, even in his own brain or when telling ed he wishes he was dead in the finale; it seems a huge writing oversight to leave that out, if izzy is trying to provoke ed and/or prove his worth while enforcing what he assumes is ed’s natural state. if izzy understands ed is not actually that legend and in fact uses the legend to keep people from noticing what’s behind it on a practical level, shoving the legend in his face and saying it’s all ed is doesn’t scan.

and what’s more, we know ed has put on a good pirate show. he’s cut off toes before, he's maimed people, and he takes parts in raids just like everybody else: to be blunt, there are a hell of a lot of ways to hurt people reeeeeal bad without directly killing them. if you shoot or stab or whack somebody real hard and leave them there and they die like, twenty minutes later when you’re already gone, that suits ed’s definition of not killing just fine. there’s a lot of hard to notice ground between ‘leaves to die’ and ‘doesn’t kill’.

which leads me into the human nature argument, and the fact that the show establishes ed is the kind of person who thinks about how to conjure and use fear to control people, and thus needs to understand people in order to accurately assess their fears. on ed’s side, if you make yourself known to be the sort of man who cuts off poor bastards’ toes for a laugh or sets ships aflame and all that, people don’t ask themselves: wait, does this guy kill people though? 

it’s part of why we have the whole ‘but he seemed like such a nice/quiet/etc guy!’ trope whenever somebody does some fucked up shit. most people don’t notice a lot happening around them, because they aren’t looking for it and don’t expect to see it. people fail to notice things on the scale from infidelity to a serial murder habit in their intimate circles alllll the time.

and then on izzy’s side, we are shown a real lack of emotional intelligence and/or social observational skills over and over. it takes him two whole weeks to even begin to suspect ed doesn’t want to kill stede at all, he can’t really improvise or adapt to any sort of situation that breaks with his expectations of how things should go, he can’t manage the crew the second ed isn’t around (pre-canon and in canon) or tell a mutiny is brewing even though everyone but pete disappears to go plan it, he can’t stop said mutiny once in progress, etc etc etc.

he’s also built up an image of ed that isn’t about who ed actually is, and then built his own career and image around being Blackbeard’s First Mate. we really have to think of things from izzy’s perspective: blackbeard is a legendary pirate, izzy came into his service when he was already a legend, and izzy’s concepts of the world do not seem to include “it’s cool if you don’t like to kill people”. we are given absolutely zero evidence izzy would consider that anything but a sign of horrifying weakness, and lots of evidence he thinks ed is someone who does kill.

given all the evidence, everything we know of izzy’s character and how he processes the world/ed, and the fact that these are very good writers who know human nature and how to craft a story, i would say with a fair amount of certainty it’s more likely izzy has no idea ed draws that line.

[itsclydebitches]

Okay, maybe this is just due to OFMD’s hand-wavy plotting — or maybe it has something to do with the fact that I’m writing this at 2:00am and am thus forgetting something important, that’s always a distinct possibility — but what exactly does Spanish Jackie get out of this team-up with the British + Izzy? I mean, I know she says she’s got beef with Stede because “He broke my nose jar and one of his crew murdered my favorite husband” but she also kinda... doesn’t? Because we watched Jackie choose to let Stede go once she learned Blackbeard wanted to speak with him, despite the whole nose jar thing. That’s settled by her telling him not to come back. And then we watch Jim show up of their own free will, entirely unrelated to Izzy’s plot, and Jackie’s having drinks with them in under three minutes. Unlike the very strong motivations of “I want Stede Bonnet dead for murdering my brother” and “I want Stede Bonnet dead because he’s ‘done something to my boss’ brain,’” Jackie just seems to be involved because Izzy had nowhere else to go. I mean, does she actually do anything besides providing a place to meet?? Calico Jack is the one who does all the work of separating Ed from Stede, Chauncey leads his armada to attack The Revenge, and Izzy is ready in the wings to take over as Captain. Jackie, meanwhile, just kinda chills and presumably has no idea whether this plot of theirs even worked.

On the one hand, a lifetime of analyzing media has me hooked on Izzy’s promise that he can “offer a more lucrative proposal” than Geraldo’s bar food idea, suggesting that Jackie was meant to get something else out of all this, beyond the — meh— pleasure of Stede dying. It kind of sounds like Izzy meant to repay her somehow once he was in charge, or things were back to normal with Blackbeard. That would also fit with the various theories that Izzy tied himself to the British and/or simply intended for a very different outcome for them all (beyond Stede’s obvious death) before the Act of Grace threw a wrench in those plans.

ON THE OTHER HAND, acknowledging that OFMD is a loose collection of plot-points working almost purely in service of queer romance and fun, I love the idea that Jackie is just... there. That’s it. That’s the reasoning. She’s there because she’s Spanish Jackie and she’s awesome. Like no, she never actually had a larger role to play, or a major stake in this outcome, which makes Izzy’s scenes with her SO much funnier to me. This rat man swaggers in promising to make you money, so you offer the guy a free drink and agree to hear him out, but then he proceeds to just bitch about his crush’s crush for god only knows how long, periodically burning himself on your candles and scaring off any other patrons. Then this admiral or whatever shows up, questions your name, is generally stinking up the place, the rat man is still talking like falling in love is some kind of disease, and you’re... just going along with all this, you guess? Yeah, Stede Bonnet is a strange and off-putting man. Dude broke your nose jar. You wouldn’t mind him being dead. But wasn’t the rat man going to make you money? Why the fuck are we teaming up with these assholes now? Geraldo, how did this happen?

Oh look, now Jim’s here.

I don’t have a point beyond my enjoyment of Jackie potentially vibing in the background of this entire mess. Does she actually know what’s happening? Eh, only kind of. Is any of this turning out like how she was promised? Not in the least. She’s going along for the ride only to realize halfway through that the ride is not what she expected, but hell, she already paid for a ticket, so no sense getting off now. Season 2 Izzy is going to show up again, do another sexy wall lean, slick back his hair, spout off some nonsense about needing her for the next Grand Plan, and Jackie will just be like, “Babygirl, you’re here to talk smack and drink me dry, don’t pretend.” Whether she let’s him, kills him, or makes him her next husband remains to be seen.

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because i liked a boy | eddie munson

eddie munson x (f)reader!

summary: you just started dating eddie. its been a few months since and you guys finally decide to make it public…but what people have to say about the relationship makes the two of you question everything.

wc: 2.2k

warnings: cussing, mentions of suicide, angst, bad ending sorry

a/n: partly inspired by the song because i liked a boy by sabrina carpenter! lmao i might get a little mean writing this but just know i love eddie so much, its just for the sake of the story x

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you were on cloud nine. eddie and you have been dating for about 3 months now and it was almost everything you’ve wished for. almost. the rumours and accusations about eddie were still up in the air and they were not going away. it was a mutual decision to not let everyone from school know about your relationship and only your closest group of friends of steve, robin, nancy, jonathan and arygle know. oh and dustin and his friends.

at first it wasn’t hard, you and eddie were in the same friend group so it was not suspicious to anyone. but as time goes by, you were antsy. you wanted to kiss your boyfriend, to hold his hand, makeout with him without having to be afraid whether someone was going to catch you two in the act. ‘darling… we’re happy right? you like being in a relationship with me?’ eddie asked out of nowhere while you two were hanging out in his trailer.

‘eds, of course i do. i’ve never been happier’ you put your hand on top of his while giving a small smile. ‘then why do we have to keep hiding? i know we decided not to make it public…but i don’t know, i just wanna show off my girlfriend you know’ he set his beer down and hold both your hands in his while rubbing his thumb along your hands.

you gave it some thought, ‘okay, we’ll do it. we’ll make it public. i want to be able to show off my boyfriend too’ you see eddie’s face lit up and he leans in to kiss you. you two slept happy that night, excited about tomorrow, finally being able to tell everyone you’re dating.

‘you ready?’ eddie took the first step today by driving you to school so both of you would be seen walking into school together.

as soon as you entered hawkins high, people were already staring, and not in a ‘omg look at those two! they’re dating!’, its more like ‘ew, the freak has a girlfriend? someone save her’ kind of stare.

both of your hands started to sweat and you and eddie looked at each other wide eyed, he’s definitely thinking well this is going great.

your body eases as you two spot steve, robin and nancy and the rest. you walked over to them hand in hand, too afraid to let go now.

‘i see you two finally made it public’ steve moves his eyebrows up and down while pointing out that you two are holding hands.

‘yeah well, 5 minutes in and we already got daggers coming our way’, the 5 of you turn around to see people still staring and whispering.

‘just ignore them, they have nothing better to do other than judging people who are just minding their own business’ nancy squints her eyes at the people staring and they immediately look away. that girl is a keeper. this was the true test of your relationship, to see if this will make or break it. you looked up at eddie as he’s talking to the group, his eyes twinkle at steve’s remarks, his laughter erupts at robins jokes and you knew no matter how many pins and needles try to penetrate the eddie-y/n bubble you have created together, you will stick by each other, and it seemed as if steve, nancy and robin would go back to the upside down if it means their bestfriends could be together.

as lunch approaches, your heart races. the whole school is going to be in the cafeteria. what would happen when you and eddie walk in with his hand around your shoulders? that question was answered the moment you two walked through the doors, people were still staring and the whispers never get any softer.

once you reach a table, jason carver and his balls in laundry baskets crew walk up.

‘oooh, looks like the freak has found himself a pretty girl’ eddie starts clenching his fists ready to knock jason out. you reached out and put your hand over his and he softens his hands . jason bends down to whisper to you but loud enough for eddie to hear ‘maybe when the freaks turn is over, we can have a good time’ he winks and eddie launches off the table ready to start a war. steve holds him back and jason just smirks and walks off while giving the finger.

you felt like you were about to cry, not only because you just got harassed by jason but also because making it known that you’re dating eddie might not be the best idea. you wanted to go to the bathroom and just scream but before you could even get up, you hear shouting ‘eddie you really are a freak! how did a girl like her end up with someone like you!’, ‘maybe she’s the slut for dating someone like him!’, ‘huh how ironic, a slut and a freak, they’re the perfect match!’ laughter erupts throughout the cafeteria. the hellfire club rushes to your table and tries to block the noise. you held on to eddie tighter and a tear rolls down your cheek. you could not do it anymore, you got up and rushed to the nearest bathroom.

‘look at the slut go!’, ‘boyfriend too much of a pussy to even stand up for her’, ‘not only a freak anymore munson, but also a major pussy! you should probably just kill yourself’ that’s all the things you hear as you rushed out of the cafeteria.

‘all of you just shut the fuck up, for fucks sake’ steve slammed his hands against the tables while the rest of the group rushes off to find you. ‘all of you need your ego’s in check’ dustin rolls his eyes.

eddie felt like a coward. he couldn’t say anything when people were talking shit about his girlfriend. he felt guilty and thought to himself, am i really a bad boyfriend? should i actually just unalive myself? maybe the demobats can help me. he shook off those thoughts and tried to find you. he hears sobbing and swings open the door, not caring that its a girl bathroom.

‘y/n, baby, are you in here?’ eddie sees you curling up in the corner of a stall. ‘eddie…this is the girls bathroom’ you still tried to crack a joke between sobs.

‘sweetheart, i’m so sorry for not saying anything back there. i feel like such an ass. you don’t deserve to have all those awful things said about you. you are beautiful and you are the sweetest person i’ve ever met’ he says now tearing up while wiping the tears off your cheek.

‘i love you eds. i’m so sorry for what they said back there. you have a reason to live okay? we all love you and want you around’ you give eddie a quick peck while the both of you stood up.

‘holy shit, im out of breath, are you guys okay?’ robin was panting and everyone had a worried look on their face.

‘we’re okay. thanks guys for being there and thanks steve for saying something man’ eddie pats steves arm while everyone came together for a group hug. times like this are where you appreciate for having a group of friends like them.

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its been a week and the whispers have died down but the stares have not. you and eddie pretend like you guys don’t see it for both of your sake but you can’t help feeling like there’s a burning hole at the back of your head. you and eddie have been doing everything you guys can to not talk about it and just keep living your life. but every night, when eddie’s not around, you cry and scream into your pillow. you love eddie, with everything in you, you would not trade this relationship for anything. but this relationship had taken its toll on you and maybe eddie too. ever since you guys made it public, you cried more and eddie drank and smoked more. it has become an unhealthy coping mechanism and you did not want to keep up with it or let eddie drown himself like this.

‘babe, you wanna meet after school? i’ll drive you home’, you looked at eddie and you felt like crying. he was so lovely and you adored everything about him but you knew the step you had to take. to make everything normal again.

you nodded and decided that you were gonna have to talk to him later. ‘i’ll see you at 2 love’ you gave a quick peck before going to class.

eddie drove you home in his van. it did not help that the van had the word ‘freak’ spray painted across it but eddie did not have the money to get it fixed so it’s there forever now probably, which just sucks and its being used as a daily reminder that this town hates him.

once you reached your place, you decided to invite eddie in. your palms were sweaty and your heartbeat picks up its pace. you went in the kitchen to grab drinks and also cool off your nerves.

‘thanks sweetheart. sooo, how was your day? you feeling better?’ thats the 100th time you hear that question ever since that incident. you lied everytime and said you’re fine but this time, you don’t think you could lie anymore.

‘i’m not fine love, and i know you’re not too.’ you sigh, taking a deep breath before continuing while taking his hands in yours. ‘this past few weeks have been tough, we both know we can survive anything, but at what cost? we try so hard to stick by one another but inside, we’re just falling apart and it’s affecting us. eddie anthony munson, i love you and i will till my very last breath but i cannot continue with this if it’s affecting our mental health.’ with every word you say, eddie’s eyes gets more and more teary. he knew you guys are having a hard time but to this extent? to wanting to break up? it felt like his worst nightmare.

‘y/n, baby, i know we’ve been going through a hard time but we can make it work. we always do. tell me what i can do to fix it, i’ll do anything my love’ he said through choked sobs. he was full on having a breakdown. eddie was a fixer. he did anything and everything he could to make you the happiest girl in the world. one time, when you were having the worst cramps, he came over to build a fort with you and binge watch all your favourite movies. he even skipped work to be with you when you had a panic attack. it hit you that maybe he’s not going to be there through all those times again but you already made up your mind.

‘you’ll do anything? okay…then you need to let me go eds. we’ll always love each other and nothing will change that but we cannot be together, not when we turned out like this’ you couldn’t even face him anymore and you knew your eyes would be puffy by the next morning.

he lifts your chin up and wipe your tears ‘if that’s what you want, i’ll do it. you know i love you so much and im always here’ he points to your heart and rest his hand on it. with one last kiss, he leaves your house. now, the house is more empty than ever but so is your heart.

you skipped school the next few days and so does eddie. during those days, you removed every part of him in your room. the shirts, the rings, the polaroids and the love letters. you were a crying mess and you couldn’t even leave the room.

when you arrive in school, you see eddie with his hellfire club friends. he looked…..happy. he has his hellfire shirt on, tucked in his ripped jeans with his hair let down. you smiled to yourself. he looks so happy laughing with his friends talking about the next campaign that will happen. you see steve, robin and nancy and walk towards them.

‘y/n, im so sorry, i heard about you and eddie, i tried calling but you didn’t pick up’ the 3 of them came to give you a big hug. no, not now y/n, don’t let the tears fall.

‘thank you guys, i’m better than i was a few days ago, sorry if i made you guys worry’ you felt comfort in their arms. you really couldn’t ask for better friends.

eddie looked at you from far away. even with puffy eyes, you still looked adorable. he wishes he could come over and kiss you but he can’t, not anymore. but you guys were still friends right?

‘hey y/n….how are you? you look great’, eddie walked awkwardly towards you with his hands in his pockets.

‘eds hey, im good, you look good too’ you fold your arms infront of you while the other 3 was just staring at this very tense and awkward exchange. both of you just smiled at each other and parted ways. things may never be the same again but you didn’t lose each other completely and that was the least you could ask for.

you know what’s the most painful thing about a breakup? not when it’s full of anger, resentment or hatred but its when you still have so much love and adoration for that person, seeing them grow, knowing all the things they can achieve and then seeing them achieve those things without you.