#his entire world revolves around her it’s crazy to think about

[mcls899]

As much as i miss Ladynoir i really can’t see it happening again because IMO Adrien fully got over Ladybug… like Marinette might have some lingering feelings for Chat considering the timeline but Adrien has definitely moved on and i don’t think he’s ever loved anyone as much as he loves Marinette, including LB… he’s also showing heavy signs of emotional dependency, his whole world revolves around Marinette now (which I know is not a healthy thing don’t get me wrong) . Even when Marinette messes up, his first reflex is to blame himself. She’s literally all he has left... I don’t think he could ever leave her himself no matter what she does.

He trusts LB with his life still and she’s definitely extremely important to him, but I just can’t see him going back to Ladybug before the reveal.

[runningthroughthegarden]

dumb young love

1.9k words, summary: when art leaves you in the dust for tashi, a part of you breaks. after an argument art realizes how desperately in love he is with you.

request from @fangirlinc :)

you had gone and done the one thing everyone had warned you not to do. you had fallen in love with your best friend. i mean how could you not? he was handsome, charming, talented, funny, everything you could want in a man and more. you both had such bright futures ahead of you and just loved being in each others company. which is why you never felt the need to profess your love to him. but lately you've been rethinking this choice. 

you obviously knew how close art and patrick were, i mean you guys all practically grew up with each other. this dynamic never really bothered you, why would it? that all changed once tashi came into the picture. 

you had been there, at the match where it all started. you had come to support them like you always had, but within those few days something had shifted and you had no idea why. suddenly the boys were ditching you to go to a party you didn't even know they cared about. 

they had come back to you the next day, raving about how amazing tashi was and the night they spent together. you noticed a glint in art’s eye that wasn't there before, and you tried your hardest to suppress the jealousy you were feeling. 

that day, when patrick won the match, you couldn't help but feel relieved that art would remain yours just for a little longer. what you didn't realize is that art didnt care if patrick was with tashi, because he was still head over heels for her.

 

“hey are we gonna have dinner tonight?” you ask, throwing another tennis ball over the net.

“yeah, just gotta get back to my room and shower” art replies, hitting back the ball with a distraught look on his face. 

“is it tashi?” you sigh.

“what? no-no. i'm just stressed about my next match” he replies, walking over to the bench. 

“you're art donaldson. you’re never stressed about a match. c'mon just tell me” you say as you walk over to him. 

“its just. patrick called and all he can fucking talk about is how amazing tashi is. and then i walk around campus and all i hear is how amazing tashi is. no matter what i do i can’t escape her.” he confesses, putting his head in his hands.

“i can’t imagine you ever wanting to escape her” you reply, letting out a forced laugh. 

“what?” 

“cmon art, from the day you lost that match it’s like your entire world changed or something. i mean all of a sudden your whole life revolves around this girl” you scoff. 

“y/n i really don’t need this shit from you, i’ll see you later” he scoffs, picking up his bag and leaving the court. 

“art!” you call out, only for him to leave you there alone.

standing there you think back to when everything was fine. how art would link his pinky with yours as you walked. the way he would call you everyday when he had to travel for matches. the nights you spent in his dorm trying to cram week's worth of studying into one night. the way he would so effortlessly plant kisses to your forehead. the moments you thought he might actually be in love with you. but now all you had were those memories. 

 

before you knew it, all art was doing was hanging out and helping tashi train. he had been your training partner first, so it hurt like hell to be left in the dust. you decided to try and let it go and focus on winning your matches. your most important match was coming up and you couldn't let your silly love life get in the way. the one person you had always dreamed of being coached by was going to be at your match. so you knew you had to train like crazy to get to work with them. 

a part of you was hoping maybe art would see how amazing your match would be, and finally start paying attention to you again. but you knew you were holding onto false hope. 

 

the day of your match had finally come, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared. this was such an important moment for your career and you couldn't shake those nerves. but you knew seeing art up in the stands would give you the boost of confidence you needed. 

the first set was about to start and you still didn’t see art in the stands. you felt your heart skip a beat at the thought that he might not show up. he would never do that to you. right? 

the first set had started and for a moment, the world around you started to fade. you may have hated tashi, but man was she right about tennis. you were performing flawlessly and you knew all the hard work was finally going to pay off. 

after winning your first set, you go back to your seat, taking a breather and still scanning the crowd for art. he was still nowhere to be found and you could feel your sadness turning into anger. deciding to use that as fuel, you prepare yourself for your next set. the rest of the game goes flawlessly and you know this is the best you have ever played. 

hitting the winning point, you stand in shock as cheers come from the stands. thanking your opponent you can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face. that is until you spot art in the stands. you could feel all the anger and resentment you suppressed fighting to be released. this had been your best game yet, and there art was, to ruin it.

packing up your bag, you felt a presence behind you. all spectators and coaches were long gone so you knew exactly who was behind you. turning around to face art, you push past him not wanting to hear a word he has to say. 

“y/n please i-” art calls out, quickly catching up with you.

“you what art?!” you yell, turning around to face him.

“you forgot? you had homework? you lost track of time? oh better yet, maybe you were with tashi?” you continue, looking up at him. you could feel hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes. 

he stays silent and thats all the answer you need. 

“oh my god you were” you whisper, stepping back from him. 

“please just let me explain” art pleads, a look of desperation you’d never seen before. 

“today was the most important day to me. and i really thought that as my best friend you would at least care a little more. but i know where your priorities lay. and i'm done fighting for a spot i’ll never get” you say as tears quickly spill onto your cheeks. 

art’s hand reaches up to brush away your tears, but you step back. 

“stay the fuck away from me art” you choke out, quickly walking back to your room. 

 

the next few days were hell. spending each day crying in your bed, you had lost not only the love of your life but your best friend. you had gotten a call offering to be coached by someone you could only ever dream of working with. you should’ve felt happy, ecstatic even, but the last conversation you had with art was still ringing through your head. he had called you far too many times and texted you even more. but you had ignored every single one. the first day he came knocking on your door, but gave up after an hour of waiting. the apology flowers he had sent you sat on your desk. you had no idea what you were going to do. until, you got a text from patrick. 

patrick 

hi love, art told me about what happened im sorry. 

y/n

hi, you don’t have to apologize for him being stupid

patrick

do you want to hang out today? try to get your mind off of him

y/n 

actually i would love to

patrick 

meet me outside at 2

getting ready to see patrick was a highlight from these past few days. while you were enjoying your sulking you knew you had to get out at some point. going out to the courtyard, you see patrick sitting on a picnic blanket. your favorite foods and snacks were neatly laid next to him. you felt yourself genuinely smiling for the first time in a really long time. you spent the next hour eating your favorite meal and laughing at stupid shit with patrick. although your heart still hurt, you could feel your spirits rising. 

“thank you for this patrick, it’s all so lovely” you smile. 

“of course i’ll always be here for you” he gleams, pushing away the hair around your face and leaning in to kiss your forehead. 

“what the fuck?!” 

you would recognize that voice anywhere. 

“art what are you doing here?” patrick stands up to face him. 

“oh i dont know maybe i go to school here? what the fuck are you doing here patrick?!” he replies, getting closer to patrick. 

“seriously y/n? you run off to patrick?” he questions, obviously distraught but you can't seem to place why. 

“hey you don’t get to blame her for this” patrick replies. 

“oh fuck off patrick would you let her speak” 

grabbing arts hand, you quickly lead him away from the public spectacle this was all becoming. 

“what the hell is wrong with you art?” you yell, shutting your room door. 

“i mean, you completely forgot about me for some other girl and now you're mad at me? none of this makes sense, you broke my heart. you don't get to be angry.” you continue, feeling tears brim your eyes. 

he paces for a second, running his hands through the curls you missed so much. 

“im in love with you” he stops, looking down at you. 

it felt like you were dreaming, like you were imagining the words that just came out of his mouth. 

“i always have been. i've just been so stupid about it. when tashi came around i threw myself at her because i thought there was no way you would ever feel that way towards me. and i know i fucked up by doing that, i really really fucked up. but when i picture my life i see you, i've only ever seen you. and seeing you with patrick, i was scared i lost you. i'm sorry y/n, i really am. i would do anything to take it back.” he confesses. 

“you’re so stupid!” you yell, pushing his shoulders. 

“ive been in love with you for like, forever!” you look up at him, confused as to how he never realized. 

“really?” he asks, pure shock all over his face. 

“yes! i thought it was obvious” you frown. 

before you knew it he was holding your face in his hands, planting a kiss on your lips. in that moment everything felt right, like the stars had aligned. 

“y’know i'm still mad at you” you look up at him, placing your hands over his. 

“trust me, i will do everything to make it up to you. i'm just glad you're finally mine” he couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off his face as he kissed you again. 

[awriterinthenight]

"I Might Even Be In Love With You"

requested: anonymous

words: 1233

warning: swearing, that's really it besides the two idiots being oblivious af

summary: Fred Weasley is obsessed with you, a Hufflepuff student, but he's too afraid to admit it, and you're too afraid to admit you love him too

If you looked up the word 'obsessed' in the dictionary, you would find a very distressed picture of Fred Weasley. Fred was obsessed, and every synonym for the word. His entire day revolved around a Hufflepuff girl, who was now the only reason he believed the world still spun. Fred now truly believed nothing mattered before he met her. All that mattered was that she was here now and it was as if he was attached by a red string that kept him tethered to her.

You were everything to Fred and he made sure to keep a firm grip on you. He would be damned if he let you be the one that got away. He might've taken this a bit too literally, since he always had a hand on you.

When you sat together at breakfast when you snuck over to the Gryffindor table, Fred either had his arm around you, or his hand on your thigh, which was becoming more common the longer you knew him. When you hung out with your friends his arm was either around your waist, or he was holding your hand. In class together he would move your chair closer to his, once again resting his hand on your leg, or his arm on the back of your chair.

Fred was notorious for being late to class, but you didn't know that. Fred would walk with you, his hand on the small of your back to guide you through the corridor, to all your classes.

"Aren't you going to be late to your own classes?" you would ask, concerned he would be late, even though he'd rather skip class just to be with you, but this was his best option.

He knew you'd tell him to stop walking you to class if he told you the truth, so he continued to lie, "My class is just down the hall, it's fine, love," he would say, starting to call you 'love' more often.

You reluctantly accepted that he would walk you to class everyday as long as he wasn't late for his own classes. Fred had become your own personal shadow, which you didn't hate. You enjoyed Fred's presence, and how wherever he was you were immediately drawn to him. It was his laugh, or the way he made everyone around him laugh. The smile that was always on his face, or the way he put a smile on everyone's face. Everything about him was perfect to you.

He made you smile, laugh, feel safe around him, and every time he touched you in some way it gave you butterflies. You had the biggest crush, if it was even that anymore, it was more like you were irreparably in love with him. The only thing was that even though it seemed obvious, you still didn't think Fred returned your feelings for him. Anyone sane would say it was obvious, but to you Fred was always laughing and joking with everyone, the same way he was with you, just maybe less touchy, so you didn't know if he liked you or not, and decided to play it safe.

Luckily your friends were also fed up with you and Fred doing the world's most complicated dance to avoid saying your feelings for each other while also putting them all on display for each other. Angelina was currently trying to knock some sense into you, as the two of you hung out in her dorm room that you snuck into.

"When will you accept that he's obsessed with you, and you both are crazy in love with each other, and will one day be married with 5 kids," Angelina said, annoyed by how you were so blind to all of this.

You let out a sigh, "We don't actually know that, and shut up with the whole 5 kids thing, I swear you add one more each time we have this conversation," you told her, putting your head in your hands.

Angelina was moments away from knocking some sense into you, literally, but lucky for you Katie walked in the room, "Katie, please tell our oblivious friend here, that Fred Weasley is in love with her, and there's no denying it," Angelina said, desperate to get her friend to finally come to the realisation.

Katie looked like she'd just been told the most outrageous thing ever, which she just had, "How do you not see that he's completely in love with you. I mean he's late to class almost everyday because of you-" she cut herself off, but not fast enough to realise her mistake.

Your head sprung up, shocked by her words, "What do you mean he's late to class because of me?"

"Well, the thing is," Katie started, looking a bit nervous, "He told us not to tell you because he knew if you found out you'd stop him from walking you to class, so he had us not tell you," she explained, looking apologetic for letting the secret slip.

"Wait, but why would he do that unless," you said, the lightbulb in your head finally turning on, "I'll be right back," you were not going to be back actually. Angelina was finally relieved that you finally realised, so much so that she was on the verge of throwing a party.

You found Fred talking to George in an empty corridor. Fred saw you and ushered for George to leave, so that it was just you and Fred, "Hello, love, what can I do for you?" he asked, leaning against the wall with his trademark smile on his face.

"You lied to me," you stated, causing him to look confused, then realise what you were talking about.

Fred continued to smile at you, but pushed off the wall moving closer to you, "I'm sorry, love, but I just knew if I told you the truth you'd make me stop walking you to class," he defended.

You crossed your arms, "But why did you do it?" you asked, needing to confirm the truth before you said it out loud.

"Lie to you? I told you why, you'd make me stop-" he said, deflecting from the question, since he knew what you truly meant.

"No, I mean why did you walk me to class even if you knew you'd be late."

Fred let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding in, "I-I, I don't know I just like walking you to class, since I-I," he said, continuing to stumble a bit, which was unusual, "I really like you, I might even be in love with you," he confessed.

You were shocked and at a loss for words, but tried to pull yourself together as best as possible, "I really like you too, love you even," you confessed also, beaming from how overjoyed you felt.

Fred moved even closer to you, wrapping his hands around your waist, leaning in a bit, "There's usually something two people do when they're in love with each other," Fred hinted at playfully.

"Oh yeah, and what's that," you teased. Fred wasted no time connecting your lips together. Your hands found the back of his head, running them through his hair, while his hands stayed on your waist. Both of your torments were finally over. You could be in love forever, and in the words of Angelina get married and have 6 kids.

[taintedcigs]

GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader

CHAPTER SEVEN: SHE'S THUNDERSTORMS

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✦ summary: in which corroded coffin performs at the hideout (wc: 9.3k+)

✦ warnings — angst, ANGST, arguments, FINALLY SOME DESERVED FLUFF, jealousy, jealous!menace!eddie, the kiddos make an appearance!!!, uhmm kissing,,, eddie and p are an old married couple, drinking, smoking/weed, uhm thats it i think.

✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader

✦ authors note — not proof-read i tried but i cant do it. pls ignore all mistakes. SO VERY SORRY FOR THE WAIT. hopefully this makes up for it. as usual the song is by arctic monkeys, and the other song mentioned is lover you should've come over by jeff buckley. but we'll pretend like its all by corroded coffin so shshsh.

anyway ily all pls interact + like + reblog to support me! i'd also LOVE LOVE to chat about anything abt this series it literally is my baby!! pls dont hesitate to send me an ask about anything mwah thank you for reading💗

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“Dude, I’m telling you it was not my fault.” Gareth exasperated desperately, hands up in the air in defeat.

But Eddie was quick to shake his head, “You drove her here, how is it not your fucking fault, Gareth?” He spat, bitter and angry. 

“She insisted! She wants to apologize to Pinky!”

“What?” Confusion etched across Eddie’s face. 

With an annoyed sigh, “Yeah, the whole fuckin’ world has to revolve around her,” Gareth muttered under his breath, knowing that saying anything about you would drive Eddie crazy. 

“Watch it,” Eddie warned, mouth downturned in disgust almost immediately. 

“What? It’s the truth.”

“Gareth, I’m not gonna tell you this a second fuckin’ time, okay? Don’t do that shit around me and never say one fucking word about her again, you got that?” He gritted through his teeth, his hand unintentionally clenching into a fist. 

“Jesus Christ.” 

“I mean it,” Eddie spat.

“Fine, fine!” Gareth threw his hands up in defeat, both of them downing their drink before scurrying away. 

Shit.

You knew you shouldn’t have been eavesdropping, but it wasn’t your fault. You were just trying to get a drink for the group, surfing through the sea of people—which was unusual for The Hideout. Still, you guessed the only celebrity from Hawkins was enough to have people swarming in, and Gareth and Eddie happened to be chatting right behind you. 

Even though it stung to hear Gareth talk of you like you were the fucking anti-christ, hearing Eddie defend you like that had that familiar warmth spread through your entire body. And you hated it, you hated the soft spot you’d always have for him, how it would take you back to five years ago when he would be there for you, every single time. 

Fucking great, you had so many people to avoid tonight; Chrissy, Gareth, and Eddie. 

With a sigh, you quickly disappeared into the crowd, carrying a tray of drinks for everyone. Plopping it on the booth with a slight sloosh. 

Everyone reached for it and you were quick to slap away Max, Lucas, and Dustin’s curious hands. “Oh, come on!” Max protested with a groan. 

“Not legal,” you hummed with a narrowed gaze. “Yeah, I’m sure you were legal when you were shotgunning beers and smoking joints like it was your lifeline during senior year,” Lucas mumbled under his breath, quick to get settled into his seat with a huff. 

You gasped dramatically, “Lucas Sinclair!” Exclaiming as he gave you a simple shrug. 

“So what’s new with you and Mr. Rockstar, now?” He teased, and you narrowed your gaze at Max who snickered underneath her hand. 

“Nothing,” You mumbled, shying away from everyone’s gaze on you. 

“Good thing, we can always ask the other party, too,” Dustin chimed in with a smirk, head pointing toward behind you. 

There was a slow tap on your shoulder and you were quick to jerk your body around. 

Of course.

Eddie. 

His soft gaze was dumbly addicting, that boyish grin curled deliciously on his lips while amber eyes took you in wholly. 

His gaze wandered to your figure, the midnight blue dress embracing your figure, accentuating your curves, its hem grazed against your mid-thigh, allowing him to get a glimpse of your sun-kissed legs, simple but exuding how breathtakingly pretty you were. 

He couldn’t place why your brows were so tightly pinched together, or why your arms were crossed against your chest, plump lips downturned with a pout. Still, you looked so pretty, so alluring that he could barely form any sentence. 

Mind captured entirely by you, almost feeling paralyzed while he took you in. 

“H—hey!” He stammered, awkwardly putting his hands in the back pocket of his chained black jeans. He was just him, and oh, god, you were you. 

Plush lips that curled into the prettiest smile, the most captivating eyes, even when you seemingly looked upset, brows pinched together, those glossy lips downturned, you were perfect. 

You ignored Eddie’s greeting, your piercing glare was still not that noticeable to him, all he could think about was how beautiful you looked, and how he was glad that he saw you before his set. He wanted nothing more than to see you watching him perform the songs he wrote all about you. 

“Wow… Uhh—you look… amazing,” He mumbled, breath getting hitched on his throat when he saw your unreadable expression. 

And all you could do was give him a tight-lipped smile. Almost immediately wiping that glow off of his face, face going momentarily blank. 

But he should’ve expected this, he knew you wouldn’t jump into his arms at any opportunity, he deserved this. He needed to do more, he needed to win you back. 

He opened his mouth to speak, desperate, needing your approval, but you interrupted. “I—I’m going to get a drink,” you mumbled, face flushed with heat, you didn’t know how to act either. 

Eddie glanced over at the tray of drinks on the booth, with his head tilted, “there’s a bunch of drinks over there,” he mumbled, he didn’t want you to leave. 

“I can see that, but I still want my own,” you sassed with a narrowed gaze, not letting him talk back once you left to go to the bar. 

Eddie watched your figure leave with a deep sigh, turning to the booth to take one of the drinks. “I really fucked up, didn’t I?”

“Yup,” Steve muttered with a nod, and Eddie was quick to give him a death glare. 

“So, will you finally enlighten us on what happened with you and Mrs. Grumpy over there?” Dustin huffed impatiently, grabbing three drinks from the tray now that you were gone, handing the other two to Max and Lucas with a grin.  

“She didn’t tell you guys?” 

“No! Which is a shame because she usually can’t say no to my adorable face.” Dustin blinked quickly, batting his eyelashes while Eddie shook his head at him with a chuckle. 

“Oh c’mon, Eddie, just tell us!” Max let out an impatient huff, her captivating icy blue gaze was pleading in a way that he could never say no to.

These doofuses would always be his weakness. 

“Yeah, Eddie, pretty please?” Lucas added exaggeratedly, mocking Max as she hit him in the chest playfully. 

“Fine, fine!” He sighed, running his hand over his forehead in frustration.  

“But nothing really happened and I don’t think it’s—” When he felt everyone’s gaze piercing through him, he was quick to shut up.  “Okay, okay!” He huffed.  

“She came to my trailer guns ablaze and then just slammed the note against my chest, calling me a coward, and then I told her off—”

“Wait what?” Max was quick to interrupt him, brows pinching together. 

“Yeah, I told her I wasn’t the one who left.”

“Uh, I’m sorry, didn’t you kiss Chrissy in front of her?” Max taunted.

“Yeah, and did you not bring her to Steve’s?” Dustin added. 

With a huff, he turned back to Steve. “Jesus, Harrington, did you gang up all of them against me?” He just gave Eddie a shrug. 

“That’s not even the point! Everything has just become too convoluted with us,” He spat, anger returning quicker than you intended to, while the rest of the gang sipped their drinks with an ‘oof’.

“It’s not convoluted, just tell her how you feel!” Max inquired, gently, almost like she was trying not to tip him off. 

“I—” He took a deep breath. I will. He wished to say, but saying it out loud felt too real. And you were right, he was a coward.

“I’m gonna properly apologize and make things right by her,” he muttered, taking a big sip from his drink. 

“You better hurry up, rockstar,” Steve taunted smugly, the weird face he pulled was making crinkles appear on Eddie’s forehead.

Eddie’s head cocked toward Steve, aggressively. “You better tell her how sorry you fucking are.”

With an all-knowing snort, Steve’s finger accusingly pointed towards something behind him. “Or someone else might swoop in.” 

“Fuck off, Harrington,” Eddie mumbled, rolling his eyes before he turned around with a huff. 

Oh, shit. 

Everyone’s gaze turned toward Steve’s accusatory finger, a slight ‘shit’ escaping from Robin’s lips which Nancy elbowed gently to shut her up. 

Eddie could barely move, his entire face feeling hot and jaw clenching involuntarily, jealousy shooting through him faster than the alcohol swimming in his system. 

Because there you stood, in front of the bar, with your head tilted sideways, a pretty grin sitting on your lips, mellow gaze looking up at the guy in front of you—dirty blonde, hair cut shorter than Eddie’s but almost as long as Steve’s, wearing the most expensive and tidy outfit Eddie had ever seen—making him feel stupid for choosing to wear those black chained jeans. 

His scowl was anything but pretty, brows furrowing in a way that made him look like a complex puzzle, eyeing the way this stranger was touching you. 

“Oh, isn’t that—” Robin spoke up, and the entire table shushed her because they also realized exactly who that was. 

James.

Your ex, not Billy, of course, the other douchebag before Billy. 

He really wasn’t much of a douchebag, a genuine, nice guy, and to make matters worse he was a total gentleman; attributes Eddie would never call a typical high school Jock. 

The relationship only ended because he went to college one too many states away, the distance getting between the two of you, but Eddie always referred to him as ‘the douchebag’ The jealous feeling sunk into his chest even then. 

Rich kid, a jock in high school, older than both of you, someone who had his life together. Everything that Eddie never was. Everything Eddie always wished to be.

But now, seeing you with him made something almost click in Eddie’s head, like he was meant for you as he suited you much better than Eddie ever would. 

He could treat you much better than Eddie would, sure Eddie had his name now, the riches he never had back in high school. But he was still just Eddie.

And he was certain James never kissed Chrissy, he’d never fuck up like Eddie did.

He watched the way your eyes lit up when he was animatedly talking, his gentle touch on your arm, the smile that curled on your lips. 

What if he asked for your number? What if he wanted to reconnect? What if you said yes? Just because Eddie had been a total fucking idiot and couldn’t see what was right in front of him? 

He tried so hard to push the idea of the two of you together back into his mind. To make sure it never left, to make sure it never manifested. 

But the way his jaw clenched and the deadly glare burning through both of you showed that he couldn’t. 

He was jealous, a type of jealousy that quickly translated into anger, one he could almost feel on his skin, hot and prickling rage stabbing into his body, agonizingly slow, making it harder for him to stay glued there and not do anything the more he eyed the hold James had on you. He was standing too close for Eddie’s liking. 

Usually, he’d let this feeling sink back into his mind, take a breather, smoke a couple of cigarettes, and then act like nothing was wrong for the rest of the night while he spent it sulking. Keep that rage caged in his chest, so he could keep his feelings contained. 

But he couldn’t do that this time, no. He wasn’t going to be stupid enough to let you slip through his fingers, not again. He was going to fight for you, he was going to show you that you belonged with him. 

No matter what Mr. Fancy Pants could offer to you, he needed to tell you how he really felt, he needed to make sure you knew. Because even if he could feel the insecurities jabbing into his brain, he always knew, deep down that there was something there between the two of you. Something always left undiscovered because both of you were cowards.

He couldn’t let that happen again, he wasn’t going to go down without a fight. 

“Oh, I get the appeal now,” Max murmured, breaking the silence between everyone, and earning a hard glare from Eddie. 

“What? He seems nice, has pretty hair, much better than Steve’s, and that outfit probably cost more than your wedding,” Max spoke bluntly, now earning more than just the hard glare of Eddie, mouth hung open Steve looked offended, Nancy and Jonathan narrowed their gaze, but Robin snickered behind her hand, almost giving Max her approval. 

“Max!” Lucas reacted before them and Max furrowed her brows, a smirk earning her way to her lips. “You’re still my number one Lucas, don’t worry,” She hummed, pinching Lucas’ cheek and ignoring Dustin’s groan.

“Dude, why would you do that?” Dustin whispered, eyeing Eddie worriedly while nudging Steve by his jacket. 

With a dramatic huff, Steve pulled his collar back, “Relax, I know what I’m doing.” 

Eddie’s fingertips absentmindedly traced the rim of the glass in front of him, his eyes never leaving the two of you when he downed the drink, slamming it back on the booth, making everyone flinch. 

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie muttered, a forced chuckle escaping his lips. 

“What are you even going to do?” Robin inquired, almost mocking.

A smirk landed on Eddie’s face. “I’m not going down without a fight, Buckley.” 

“Not this fucking time,” he hissed, almost all the brows of the gang raising at his determination.

“I’m gonna tell her how I feel, and I’m not letting another douchebag ruin this,” Eddie mumbled, and a dumb smirk was placed on everyone’s face almost too quickly.

He was going for it, and the soap opera was continuing, the gang watched in excitement.

“Was he ever really a doucheba—” Dustin’s worries were quick to die down when he threw him a deadly glare.

Without another word, he stormed off to the side of the bar. Quick, too fucking quickly that it almost gave him a whiplash. He didn’t know what had taken over him, eyes burning the back of their figures as everyone else at the table watched him with a proud look. 

But the child-like jealousy he felt within his body was uncontainable, it felt like his face was almost too hot to touch, he was desperate, quite literally. 

The tap on James’ shoulder was anything but gentle, making him turn to Eddie with his pair of brows furrowed, and Eddie’s muscles were quick to tense. 

His dark gaze only softened when he looked back at you, muscles relaxing, and creased brows returning to their normal form. 

The jealousy eased inside of him, not dissipating quite enough, but slowing with one gaze from you.

Back in the booth, with another sip from his drink, Lucas huffed, “Five bucks says they’ll confess by tonight.” 

Robin was quick to snort at him, “You’re trusting them too much, kid, Steve’s ‘little push’ might help them,” She mumbled with a roll of her eyes. “But Jesus fucking Christ, just look at her face, she’s going to go off at him. The most they’ll probably do is have another fight, get just a little bit close to talking about their feelings, and then do it all over again.”

Steve, ignoring Robin’s theories, exclaimed with a smirk. “Ten bucks that Pinky will sleep with Eddie tonight!”

“I second that,” Max said with a grin.

“Steve!” Nancy warned with a disapproving tut. 

“What?” He huffed. 

“They’re kids!”

“We’re nineteen!” Max groaned. 

“I turn twenty next month!” Dustin chimed in. 

“Still!”

“Fine, fine!” Steve sighed with a glare at Nancy, “Then ten bucks that they’ll kiss tonight!” 

“No fucking way.” Robin shook her head. 

“Nah, they’ll at least kiss tonight,” Jonathan said with crossed arms. 

“Are you guys seriously betting on our friends?” Nancy said with a furrowed brow. 

They all nodded vigorously, “Fine,” Nancy muttered. 

“Then I second Steve, ten bucks for them sle-kissing.” Nancy corrected herself, earning a wicked grin from Steve. 

“Come on!” Robin groaned, dissatisfied by Nancy’s answer. 

“I agree with Robin,” said Dustin with a shrug.

“Finally!” Robin exclaimed, hands rubbing together in victory. “Someone with common sense. There’s no way those idiots are going to do anything but fight, just watch her come back here, all fuming about how much she hates Eddie.”

They all shrugged, going back to continue watching the soap opera unravel in front of them. 

“James!” Eddie greeted with faux excitement, a grin playing on his lips, amber gaze remaining on you. With your brows creased, ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ you mouthed behind their awkward hug.

He shrugged, and his hands clutched James’ shoulder harshly, making him chuckle awkwardly. “Munson, the man of the hour!” He greeted him with a beaming smile.

He really was too nice for his own good, wasn’t he?

“I’d ask what you were up to, but it seems you’ve been doing just fine, rockstar,” James exclaimed, returning a friendly slap to Eddie on his shoulder—in a much nicer way than Eddie intended with his.

You smiled uncomfortably, your gaze still throwing daggers at Eddie, who was actively avoiding it. “I have to say that last album? Fucking Christ, had it playing over and over again for days.” He beamed again, much to both of your dismay.

That all-knowing smirk on Eddie’s face disappeared, the unexpected compliment seemed to make him uncomfortable, conflicting with the defensive walls he had put up.

“Uhh—thanks man,” he chuckled awkwardly, casting a quick, scrutinizing glance at you, catching the small smirk on your lips.

“What have you been up to?” He asked, curiously, desperate to know what the two of you were talking about, nervous to see if the two of you would do anything more than this.

The confidence in the way James held himself, his slicked hair, his fancy outfits up close, Eddie’s insecurities washed him over once again. Now with that part of his brain convincing him that the two of you would somehow end up together again.

“Oh, you know, I was just in town, got a nice job here, thought I’d stop by to see Corroded Coffin play, been seeing the posters everywhere—great marketing by the way,” He hummed, flashing Eddie a smile. 

And Eddie returned a forced one, lips pursed together in annoyance. “and then I thought I’d get a drink, but then I heard this familiar voice next to me, yelling to the guy next to her to fuck off for attempting to steal her drink, and I thought oh that’s Pinky.” Eddie couldn’t help but not keep his gaze on you, studying your features, almost gauging your reaction, trying to nitpick something to fuel his jealousy. 

“Been a long time, but I’d never miss this one’s sassy voice and that pretty face,” He mumbled with a sly smirk, making Eddie’s face scrunch and almost making him scoff out loudly. 

“Oh, stop it!” You mumbled with a smile, all flattered, and Eddie’s gaze narrowed, jealousy overtaking him again. 

“So you two are… reconnecting for the old times' sake, huh?” Eddie asked through gritted teeth and you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Eddie—”

With a smile, James turned to you, “I mean I’d love to grab a drink, are you free tomorrow?”

“Ah! I wish I could, but I need to help Nancy out with some wedding stuff.”

“How about next wee—”

“She’s busy,” Eddie interjected quickly. 

“Eddie!” You warned with your brows raised, heat rising to your cheeks, what the fuck was he doing? 

“Can I just—steal you away for a minute?” Eddie turned to you with his jealous gaze, hand gently having a hold on your arm. 

“Oh, sure, man!” 

“No!” You and James exclaimed in unison. 

James stared at the two of you with his brows furrowed, both of you breathing heavily, an intense gaze connecting the two of you. With a sigh, you followed him out of the crowd, an apologetic smile thrown toward James. 

“What the hell are you doing?” 

You scoffed, “Me? What the hell are you doing, Eddie?” You snapped, naze garrowing. 

“I’m not locking lips with James that’s for sure!”

“Jesus Christ I was not locking lips with—” You halted abruptly, the absurdity of the sentence hitting you like a wave. Taking a moment to breathe, “What are you a child?”

“Well, if pointing out the obvious means I’m a child then so fucking be it!” The words tumbled out of his mouth harshly, almost lost in the din of the bar. 

“The obvious? Do I need to remind you that you were the one who kissed Chrissy?” You accused sharply, your anger returning and cutting through Eddie’s jealousy like a knife. 

“Look, I—I’m genuinely sorry for that, Pinky, I am. I should’ve never done that, it was a mistake—” His voice strained, getting lost amidst the background clamor, their set was about to start and Eddie could careless. 

He took a step closer, but you didn’t budge. “You don’t kiss someone as a mistake, Eddie! You don’t invite them to brunch as a fucking mistake!” You snapped, tone a poignant mix of bitterness, jealousy, and an equal amount of hurt. Teary yet ablaze gaze bored into Eddie's, breaking his heart more and more. 

His shoulders sagged under the weight of your words, the realization of the irreparable damage sinking in. 

He took a step closer, a desperate attempt to bridge the emotional gap.“Will you just listen to me?” Eddie's plea hung in the air, the room seemingly shrinking as you and Eddie’s gaze connected. Your breaths mingled, heavy with unspoken words that pulsed between you. 

Only inches apart, and you couldn’t help it when your gaze drooped down to his lips, then back to his mellow eyes.

“Eddie, this is the fifth fucking time they’ve been calling you.” Gareth’s irritating voice snapped the conversation, loud enough to have you almost jump back, as you threw Gareth a daggering gaze. 

“Just fucking wait for a second,” Eddie spat, trying to dismiss him, but the moment was gone. 

And Gareth wasn’t having it. “No way, dude we go on in like five minutes,” He scoffed, momentarily dragging Eddie by his arm.  

“Fine, fine!” Eddie scowled, shaking off the hold.  

“You should uh— go.” 

“Let me explain,” He almost begged, desperate. 

But with another dismissal, you left. 

Eddie wanted to drop everything and run to you, apologize, tell you what he felt, but somehow, some way he was always managing to fuck up the things between the two of you, now. 

It was like he was fourteen again, his dad letting him know that he always managed to fuck up something good, that he was destined to the Munson name. Like he could never manage to do something right.

Wayne, Jonathan, Corroded Coffin, and Nancy all changed that belief. 

But, you? Oh, god, you made him believe that he was good, you pulled him out of that darkness, you were the first one to believe in him, you were the one who encouraged him. You made him feel like he was on the right path, always. 

And you were the one who mattered, if he didn’t have you believing that now, what else did he have? 

With a hand on his shoulder, Jeff was dragging him back, he stared at your figure leaving, and with a sigh, he headed backstage. 

-

Aurora was the fifth song they sang, and it should’ve gotten to you, the way his gaze didn’t leave yours, how vulnerable he sounded, the way he barely even made eye contact with the guitar he was supposed to be focusing on, that should’ve gotten to you. 

But it didn’t. 

Your glossy gaze and your crossed arms, as everyone else around you cheered for him, did nothing but upset you more and more. 

Everything was so confusing that you couldn’t even make sense of yourself anymore. Yes, you were mad about everything with Chrissy, but you also knew he didn’t know everything that transpired between you and her. 

Chrissy and Billy should’ve been enough for him to not want anything to do with her, yet you still believed him when he told you it was a mistake, that he would’ve never done it if he knew. And the pool… the things he said in the car. Hours ago when you went to his trailer.

Sure, he was sorry, and he said he’d prove himself to you. 

But none of you ever out loud said anything, it had always been a cowardice dance around your feelings, and you were afraid that if this dance ended, then it would be all too real. It would all be over.

A heave of breath exited your lips, attempting to drown away the worries, but they were spiked up the second the song ended and Eddie spoke up again. 

“This next song is for my friends over there, Nancy and Jonathan,” He exclaimed with a grin, finger excitedly pointing towards the two of them, it was the first time his gaze had left yours, involuntarily your head turned to your right. 

“They’re getting married this weekend, and were kind enough to let me and my dipshit friends play,” He said with a sheepish grin, and Nancy and Jonathan shyly smiled at him, waving him off in a dismissive way, 

“So this is for the soon-to-be newlywed couple, and for the special girl next to them, who’s mad at me for a lot of reasons, and she has every right to be, I was a total ass.” He earned chuckles and some cheering from the crowd, who unintentionally all faced you. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but hey, maybe this might help my case, huh?” He said with a grin, his gaze was dangerously addicting, full of promises, and you couldn’t help the way it made stupid butterflies appear in your stomach. 

It was so easy for him to get you like this, you were starting to feel pathetic. 

Speechless, and the heat quick to rise to your cheeks, you were trying to ignore the whispers and stares from the crowd, but it was basically impossible. 

The opening chords were enough to rattle your memory, the dreamy guitar riffs from Eddie sweeping in echoing the space as if it was just the two of you. 

You knew exactly which song he was playing. 

And the vocals, added with Eddie’s smooth, sultry voice were enough to have your heartbeat raising making you almost feel small, haziness overtaking your mind. 

And it only brought back one memory to your mind. 

FIVE YEARS AGO.

LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.

Another job interview, another opportunity you feel like you have missed.

It hadn’t been long since the two of you had arrived in Los Angeles, yet every passing minute felt like you had been wasting away your time, you needed a job, and no one in stupid LA was hiring you. 

A groan escaped your lips when you plopped yourself onto the couch, right next to Eddie who was way too into scribbling something into a notebook. 

Wait… was he using the…? 

“Is that… the notebook?” Your eyes lit up happily. It was such a small, stupid thing. 

But for you, it was important. That notebook was important. And you never actually thought he’d care about it, but it looked like he was carrying it in his back pocket. 

“Is that a crime?” Eddie sassed.

With a scoff, you narrowed your gaze. “No, doofus! I just didn’t think you’d actually use it.” 

Almost taken aback Eddie sat up straight on the couch, knees brushing against yours now. “Are you kidding? Half of this bad boy is filled with lyrics.”

“What is the other half made of?” You asked with a dangerous grin. 

“You’d have to kill me to find out.” Eddie enunciated dramatically, tone drooping lower to mimic mystery. 

“Oh, come on!” You huffed, curiosity getting the best of you. Scooting closer to him, you pouted. “Can’t you at least give me something?” You asked, all doe-eyed, tone sticky sweet, in a way that always got to Eddie. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” He groaned, almost melting into you, “You know I’ll give you anything if you ask that sweetly.”

You grinned happily, clapping your hands together in victory once he ripped up a page and handed it to you. 

“That is the chorus of a song I’m working on,” He mumbled, eyes nervously following you, waiting to read your reaction.

She's thunderstorms

Lying on her front, up against the wall

She's thunderstorms

Your eyes blinked quickly to process everything. It had been not too long since the both of you had come to L.A., Eddie was desperately trying to send the band’s best material to any label who was willing to sign them. 

And you had just gotten out of a horrible relationship, things had not been steady enough for the two of you to ever discuss anything about your feelings, always tip-toeing around it, but too scared to ever actually delve into it. 

Yet, you could tell this was about you, something about being described as thunderstorms stuck to your mind, maybe he somehow meant it as good. But all it reminded you of was destruction. And he wasn’t wrong. 

It was like everywhere you went, something horrible followed, exactly like a dark cloud looming over, waiting to strike anyone daring to be near you. 

Your hand flew to your mouth, teeth grazing through your nails anxiously. “Who’s this thunderstorm girl?” You asked, masking your nervousness with a brittle smile. 

He snatched the notebook back, ignoring your little huff. “Someone I went to school with,” He answered cooly and then leaned further into your face with a grin. “I was drivin’ around one day, then saw this girl’s car on the side of the road, to be nice I helped fix her car but then she became totally obsessed with me.” He recalled the first time he met you, animatedly.

“Oh, is that so?” 

“Yeah, didn’t leave me alone for years.”

With a narrowed gaze, “Asshole,” you bantered.

“That’s so weird,” He hummed with a smirk “That was her favorite nickname for me,” quipped Eddie and you stuck your tongue at him childishly. 

With a slight push on his elbow, he drew closer to you. “So… what did you think?” He coaxed nervously, you could tell it was important to him, yet being this close was making your mind spin. 

“I like it,” you muttered, unable to face his beautiful features when he was so close, and your mind spinning with the fact that Eddie thought of you as destructive, too.

“That’s it? You… just like it?”

“No that’s not it, it’s just—” With a sigh you snatched back the notebook from his hands. “It’s just… isn’t this bad?” 

“What?” His brows creased together in worry, “W-which one did you not like I can change it-” You shook your head, interrupting his anxious ramble.

“No! I love all of them! But describing… uh—this girl,” Tip-toeing around it, causing Eddie to smirk. “As thunderstorms? Isn’t that bad?” 

“No, not at all. It’s a metaphor.” He shook his head, explaining gently.

“She embodies the essence of thunderstorms—unpredictable and explosive. She has the power to create chaos and destruction, and on the surface that might sound bad, yet within that destruction she sparks a new life. You know, making it so much better,” He hummed, licking his lips.  

“And she also feels like a thunderstorm, intense and electrifying, shaking up your life, in the best way possible.”

“Oh. Wow,” You mumbled, gaze turning mellow with how well he explained everything, heart melting with how he saw you, not just from the surface, like he could peel the intricate layers of your existence, appreciating every part of it. 

“Uhh, then I love that actually,” you concluded with a smile, attempting to mask the fluttering in your stomach. Did he really see you in that way? 

Did he really see you as someone worth all of this? You tried to ignore the tears prickling in your eyes, begging to pour out, but you weren’t going to ruin this moment. 

You didn’t deserve him. In the slightest. He didn’t deserve to get caught up in your bullshit. You shouldn’t have dragged him here. You were being selfish, but, god, did it feel good. 

To finally feel safe, to finally have someone take care of you, to finally have someone you could rely on. After everything, didn’t you at least deserve to be a little selfish? 

But that feeling ate away at you, even though you shook it off for the moment, it was eventually going to return. And it did. 

“You do?” His brows raised in surprise, it made you want to fuck all and just grab his cheeks and kiss him, lips plush together until the two of you couldn’t breathe. 

But you couldn’t afford that, you couldn’t afford the feelings, nor could you afford the fallout. You couldn’t lose him. 

“Mhmm,” You answered with a broken smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He always did.  

“She sounds special.”

“She is,” Eddie agreed, eyeing you with a worried look. “Very, very special,” He repeated, he could tell something was off. 

But it was okay, because he was here for you now, and he wasn’t going to leave. 

NOW:

Suddenly the room felt suffocating. 

Eddie’s gaze on you felt mocking.

It was stupid, he had just dedicated the song to you, yet all your mind could focus on was everything bad that had happened. Ruining everything good that happened with him. 

How were you even going to be with him if you couldn’t even handle this?  

Fear, trust issues, being afraid of not knowing how things were going to go, if you would fuck this up too, then that was it for you. No one else could compare, and you knew that. 

Maybe if you just knew that the same went for Eddie, if you just could see that the five years you spent apart had been just as hell-ish for him if not more. The constant thoughts in his mind reminded him that he could never be over you, truly. Sure, it hurt less now, but the scar was still there, scabbing the second someone mentioned you. The realization of knowing no one could ever be you etched onto his skin. 

“Hey… you okay?” Steve’s concerned voice snapped you out of your thoughts, Eddie’s voice served as a background noise while his gaze was still stuck on you. 

“Y-yeah, I just—” You faltered, face growing numb and anxiety increasing when you suddenly needed some air. 

Too much, all of it was too much. 

Eddie could almost sense it, he grew worried at your frowny brows and your tear-streaked gaze. 

“I’ll be right back,” you mumbled, body jerking back scurrying out quickly when you ignored everyone calling out for your name. 

Eddie’s vocals almost halted, missing a few notes on the guitar before Gareth was quick to snap him back to it. 

His head cocked toward your direction, desperate, nearly begging to stop the show, but all of them shook their head quickly, and once Eddie turned back to see the look on Jonathan and Nancy’s face, he realized he couldn’t do this to them. 

This was his friends' wedding, and he owed this to them. When the song ended, he was quick to mouth to the others, “After the next song, we’re taking a break.” It wasn’t a request, it was final.

And frankly, the rest of them were too tired out to even argue with a hot-headed Eddie.

“So how is your plan working, dingus?” Robin jeered at Steve.

“Shut up.”

There were a couple more people outside, all leaning against the wall, chuckling while talking over each other loudly, the smoke of their lit cigarettes quick to take over your senses. 

With a cough, you leaned further away from them, mind still unraveling what had just happened. You didn’t even know what was happening anymore. 

You wanted to smoke, hand itched to reach for the pocket of your jacket and light one to take away your stress, but you could barely breathe as it was right now. 

A light tap on your shoulder snapped you away from your thoughts. 

Who was it now? 

You huffed loudly when your head cocked back.

Fucking great. 

Chrissy.

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” You pinched the bridge of your nose in annoyance, this just had to be your luck, your feet picked up quickly, hand quick to reach for the door and go back inside.

“Please, please don’t leave,” She pleaded.

Your hold on the door remained, barely glancing back at her, “Just leave me alone!” You snapped. 

“I just want to apologize, please, then I’ll leave you alone, forever.”

“Please, just five minutes.”

You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t. 

Your hold on the door faltered, and with a deep sigh, you turned to her. “Fine.”

“Five minutes,” You warned, your patience already wearing thin.  

Her face lit up, blinking a few times to make sure she heard you correctly. “O-oh, okay, good,” She cleared her throat.

“First of all, I’m sorry, for everything, for what I said five years ago, for what I did with Billy, for using what he did to you like a fucking joke. For w-what I said about your parents.” She stammered.

“It’s too late, I know, I fucked up, I shouldn’t have done any of those things, you didn’t deserve it. You deserved a better friend, someone like you.” She almost looked at you like she was waiting for your approval, gauging your reaction, your expressionless face encouraged her to continue. 

“I was bitter, jealous. Which isn’t a fucking excuse, I know, I was just—” she took a deep breath. “You were everything I wanted to be, careless, had all the boys' attention, and you didn’t even have to try, you didn’t have to do anything, and they’d just fall at your feet. And I was stupid, bitter, and insecure enough to envy that.”

“That’s not my problem, Chrissy.” You spat out with your gaze narrowing, you couldn’t handle her pity party right now.

“And really, you wanted to be me? Chrissy I didn’t have parents, my boyfriend was a narcissistic asshole.I was broke.” You scoffed with an ironic chuckle, shaking your head in anger.

“I know, I know. It was stupid, and I was stupid, and you didn’t deserve any of that.” Sincerity. Something you haven’t seen from her in years.

“I just wanted to tell you that none of it was your fault.” Now your gaze narrowed, a chuckle rolling on your lips. 

You opened your mouth to speak, to protest. “No, I know you’re going to say you didn’t think that but I know you do. Even though you hate me, which I don’t blame you, I know you like the back of my hand, you blame yourself, you always did it. And I’m telling you shouldn’t because it was all my fault. A-and I shouldn’t have done whatever I did with Eddie, I practically took advantage of him like he did to me and then got mad at him, oh god, I’m such a fucking bitch, aren’t I?”

Your eyes blinked quickly to process all of it. Her apology didn’t mean anything, her words didn’t mean anything. But deep down, you knew she was right, even if you wouldn’t admit it. Because you spent many nights blaming yourself, for even opening up to them in the first place. 

“First of all, breathe,” you mumbled with annoyance.  

“Second of all, yes you are,” you huffed. 

“And, taking advantage? What do you mean?” 

“Some fucked up part of me wanted him because I knew you wanted him back then, a-and he was right there and he was being nice to me and—” Chrissy took a deep sigh, big blue eyes staring into you knowing that you were not going to like what she was going to say.

“I should’ve known.”

With puckered brows, you crossed your arms against your chest. “Known what?” 

“That he was still hung up on you,” she muttered.

You were quick to roll your eyes, “Chrissy—”

“No, no just listen.” But she wasn’t going to let you spiral.

“Look you were dumb enough then—” You threw her a glare, so daggeringly cold that she stopped.  

“Sorry,” she muttered before continuing, “Look, the two of you wasted a lot of time. And I know it’s funny hearing this from me because I took part in it, but I’m only saying this because he’s a nice guy, even though I don’t particularly like him right now, he’s a nice guy, and you deserve someone like him.” She enunciated, azure hues embodying such sympathy that had you taken aback.

“You loved him back then, too. I could see it, and I could see it in him, too. That’s what I always wanted, and maybe that’s why he intrigued me so much. But I knew he never got over you.” 

You could feel your heart skip a beat, it wasn’t anything new, but hearing this from her, it meant something. 

You needed to take control of your feelings, and hearing Chrissy’s words was doing nothing but fuel them more. “Chrissy stop—”

“No, Pinky! He told me! He told me it was you! It had always been you!” She exclaimed, her face growing a nice pink color as you stood frozen.

Your brain felt mushy, rest of your body felt so warm, but still that anger lingered. Why couldn’t he just tell you this? Why couldn’t he just show you?

“What?” You mumbled, brows pinched together.

“Yes!” She exclaimed, sighing at your reaction.

“Look, I just wanted to tell you this, and tell you to get your head out of your ass. I know I’m the last person you wanted to hear this from, but I had to at least make one thing right for you because I know I fucked up every other thing.”

You wanted to tell her to stay the fuck out of it, you wanted to tell her it was all because of her. That she basically ruined your life. But it wasn’t true. It wasn’t all her, it was Billy, too. It wasn’t all her, Eddie played a part in it, too. 

But you weren’t going to waste your breath, you didn’t need to blow up in her face for her to know she was wrong, she needed to let that feeling sink in. You weren’t going to forgive her, and you didn’t need to make a fuss about it to feel real. 

This was it. A closure. 

“I’m sorry, for everything. And I know that you won’t forgive me, but that’s okay. I’m sorry, but please listen to what I just said. Please don’t get in your head and try to ruin something this perfect, okay?”

A peaceful smile appeared on your lips, and you took a deep breath. “You’re right, I won’t forgive you.” You weren’t going to give her any satisfaction or approval, her words didn’t mean a thing. 

“Goodbye, Chrissy.” You mumbled. 

You could see her stammering, struggling to open her mouth, because she couldn’t say anything else, and this is what she promised, five minutes. It was over. 

You backed yourself against the wall, fingers fishing out the pack of cigarettes sitting in the pocket of your jacket. 

Without having anything else left to say, she left. And you heaved a sigh of breath, the tip of your cigarette smoldering when you lit it. 

You inhaled with eyes squeezed shut, head swirling with much to think about. But at least you were alone. Finally, some space for you to think, and to lay out a little bit of your stress with the most unhealthy outlet.  

And of course, that peace lasted for about a few minutes, just when you had finished your cigarette, squishing the remains on the nearest trashcan, Eddie appeared, lightly squeezing your arm to have your attention.

“What?” You snapped when you saw him, eyeing the way he looked taken aback. 

His hands held up in front of his chest in defeat, clearly not understanding your sudden rage. The laughter around you had died, people who were smoking outside the bar were clearly more entertained by your drama. 

With a huff, you dragged Eddie away from it all, still close to the bar but far away to not have any other distractions. 

He sighed, brows etched with worry. “Why did you leave?”

Your hand flew to your forehead, trying to calm your nerves, trying to clear your mind. “Eddie, are you kidding me?” You scoffed, arms wrapped across your chest defensively. “You can’t just drag me away from James, dedicate songs to me and—”

His forehead puckered. “Why not? They’re all about you anyway,” he said with a sly smirk. 

“Aurora, She’s Thunderstorms, Zero, Forget Her, Resolve, Fool, two fucking albums, all dedicated to you, you know that.”

“These notes? These stupid notes I’ve been carrying?” He huffed loudly, hand quick to fish inside of his back pocket, aggressively flipping through the pages. “Even if every nerve in my body were numb I’d still be able to feel her.” He turned the page toward you before flipping again. 

“I have tried to forget you but I can’t, you invade my dreams, my mind, my whole fucking life. You’re stuck in me and I don’t have the heart to get you out.” He shook his head, reciting it all like it was nothing, but you felt all of it. 

His notes making you dizzy. His words scrambling your mind like never before. 

“She’s the tear that hangs inside my soul forever. That one is uh—in a song, too,” he mumbled, cheeks flushing with how passionate he was getting, and you held your breath, it’s like you were staring into his soul. 

Stark naked. Laying bare, he really was doing this. And you didn’t want him to stop, even though your mouth suggested otherwise. 

“And so much more embarrassing stuff that I don’t want to include to not ruin my chances,” he muttered with a lazy smile, and you hated that you could feel it in your skin, the flutters, stomach flipping in the best possible way. 

“All fucking about you. Because it was you, from the moment we met.”

“S—stop,” your mouth betrayed you, it was the furthest thing from the truth, and you needed to hear more. You needed the reassurance, you needed him to convince you. More than anything in the world. 

But it was all so scary, and he was so close to you that you could feel his passion integrated into your veins. 

“Why, Pinky, why should I stop? Why do we have to tip-toe around each other, huh?” He was desperate, eyes flashing with a newfound of desire for you, he wasn’t going to let it go this time.

And it scared you, him being this determined, getting so close to what you actually felt was making your skin crawl, because the way you could feel your heart thumping against your ribcage wasn’t normal. What he was making you feel wasn’t normal. “Because w—we can’t!”

“We can’t what?” He complained, a deep sigh escaping his lips. 

“W—we can’t do this, you can’t—”

He shook his head with his brows puckered. “Who are you to decide that? I want to, I so badly want to,” He spat, taking a step closer to you, face merely inches away from you. 

His gaze was dangerously inviting, those alluring amber eyes melted into yours, making your pupils dilate, breath hitching as you struggled to keep him away. “Please, Eddie, d—don’t.”

You gulped, hand raising to put a space between the two of you, but it was impossible. He was in your veins now. “Too much has happened, you with Chrissy and—” You didn’t even know what you were blabbering about, just anything to stop your feelings from getting out. 

“Chrissy was a mistake!” He retorted with a hiss. He hated that you saw Chrissy as a problem between the two of you. Yes, he fucked up, but it really was a mistake, he’d take it all back in a heartbeat if he could. 

Your gaze narrowed, that pettiness returned when you scoffed. “Which time, when you kissed her or when you brought her to brunch?”

Eddie let out a bitter chuckle, shaking his head when he looked at you with a dumbfounded look. “Jesus fucking Christ…” He took a breather. “I can’t believe you’re doing that again,” he mumbled, realizing that it wasn’t going to be easy to get you out of this mindset. 

It was going to be hard, to convince you of anything, and he understood that, he had trust issues himself, but he wasn’t going to back down. This was it.

You crossed your arms against your chest, gaze avoiding him momentarily. “Doing what?” You muttered.

“You just— you get scared when things get serious, running away when it gets just even a little bit too real,” He scoffed, angling closer to you, fingers ruffling through his curls in frustration.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah! You call me a coward and fucking look at you!” He snapped, hands gesturingly pointing to you.

“Scrambling just at the thought of us being together.” He argued, some part of him feeling a bit insecure, that maybe you didn’t want this. But, no, he saw that glint in your eyes, he knew the little angry twitch on your lips. You felt the same. And all you needed was a little push. 

You breathed, mind scrambled and trying so hard to convince yourself to leave. “T—that’s not it, you—uh you just don’t get it!” You complained with a huff. 

Another step closer. One more step and his lips would be on yours, Eddie knew this, you knew this. His gaze momentarily drooped down to your lips, then back to your dilated pupils. 

“Then make me understand, let me help you, don’t fucking run, not this time.” It was a little jab, but something needed to get you to spill, he was playing all the right cards and you were getting overwhelmed.

“J—just stop!”

“Why? Fucking why? Tell me one good fucking reason as to why we shouldn’t try it, we never even gave it a chance!” He ranted, veins in his forehead popping with how much he was trying to keep it all together. And you weren’t even trying. 

“We wouldn’t work, okay?” 

He shook his head. “Not good enough,” He argued. 

“W—we’re on two different paths now, Eddie.” You didn’t have any good excuses, he was right. 

“Not good enough.” Once again, that same arguing tone. 

You huffed. “Too much time passed and—”

“Not fucking good enough!” He cursed, hands landing on your shoulder to keep you in place, and your cheeks flushed immediately, while still trying to deny it. You were pathetic.

“Stop being a fucking coward!” He seethed, eyes fiery and red. 

Why were you insisting on being so fucking stubborn? You were driving him crazy, yet it wasn’t going to stop him. 

Coward is what had you scrambling. Because you knew he was right. “Fuck you,” You spat, body jerking quickly to leave, feet picking up quickly as Eddie groaned loudly.

So. Fucking. Stubborn. 

He was quick on his feet, letting curses slip past his lips before he yanked you to him, earning a small gasp from your lips before you finally faced him. 

Gaze mellow, but just as fiery, your furrowed brows and dilated pupils only encouraging him more and more. Flutters in your stomach had never left, your skin was burning, everywhere, but specifically on the hold he had on you. 

You didn’t manage to utter anything else, you couldn’t because he had you this time. There was no running away from it, your heart was hammering so hard inside of your chest that you were sure he could hear it. 

His hold on your arm was firm but somehow gentle, letting you know that he wasn’t going to let you go.

You opened your mouth, wanting to speak, but he interrupted, his hands now firmly cupping your cheeks, squishing you with force, and you couldn’t help the contended sigh that left your parted lips. “I’m not letting you run away, not this time,” He mumbled, words sounding like silk falling from his lips, all you could do was gaze into him. He stood inches away from you, breath fanning against your face.

He licked his lips desperately, gaze drooping to your candy-glossed, needy lips. Face so close that you could feel the desperation radiating off of him. And you shared it. You managed to take a quick breath before his hand fisted your hair and his mouth crashed down to yours.

He pressed you harder against his chest, breathless, your lips molded together, a perfect fit. And he could taste the Cosmopolitan on your tongue, a tinge of alcohol mixed with your sweetness, making his head spin, a taste he realized he’d never have enough of. 

Those little thumps your heart did were now out of control, possibly pounding a million beats a second. His small stubble scratched against your chin, rough, it should’ve made you uncomfortable yet all it did was make you kiss him harder, shutting up your brain as your mouth replied to him, kissing him back with just as much force, you melted into him, melted into his hold, and you let him engulf you, fully, completely. 

Plushy lips slightly parted apart, his tongue slipped past between your teeth, your hand finding its way to his hair, feeling the curly strands between your fingers, it’s softer than you expected and your lips parted to let out a slight whine as you tugged at them.

All those years of wishing, all those years of wanting, yearning, and needing exploded into this. Kissing like your lives depended on it, chests pressed against each other, Eddie’s hand slipping to your waist, desperately tugging you closer to him as if that was even possible. 

Your heart exploded into your chest, his tongue not wavering the chance to explore yours, sucking on it, greedily, desperately. 

The background noises disappeared, the cackles of the girls, the booming music coming from inside of the bar, and the honks from the busy street. They ceased to exist and it was just you and him. Feeling each other, completely, fully. 

You knew at some point one of you had to pull away, but none of you dared to, it was just pure desire, a hunger that couldn’t be sated. 

All the years spent yearning and pining, acting like two fucking idiots. 

He wanted to breathe you, drink you in, and he wasn’t intent on letting you go. Ever.

You from five minutes ago who wanted to refuse him, refuse this was an absolute fucking idiot. Gone. You tasted like the sweetest honey and he tasted like everything you wanted and more. It’s even needier than the first kiss, more sure, it’s like a promise. 

This is it. Both of you can feel it. This finally changes everything. 

final authors note — uhhhh so yeah... if yall wanna talk about that my asks r open LMAO.

[communistkenobi]

brain damage mission impossible posting

okay there are 72 fics listed as Ethan/Julia on ao3 despite her being his canonical wife. Which like on a baseline level I understand because she’s not a character. she’s a symbol meant to represent Ethan’s desire for domestic quietude, something that is perpetually out of reach because he’s the mission impossible guy who saves the world. every time he tries to be a normal person some evil entity threatens to destroy his life by kidnapping his wife/parents/etc. But the idea of a hot/cold relationship with Julia, or them as perpetual lovers without any promise of marriage and family or even exclusivity, is never entertained in these movies, which I think cements Julia as firmly not a character. She’s not even really that important to Ethan when viewed in this context, because there’s no shades of grey allowed - he’s either a full time spy or he’s a retired husband. He won’t even take “scraps” in the form of casual sex or infrequent clandestine loving hook-ups, even in contexts where that wouldn’t put her in any danger. the only two horizons of possibility for him are marriage or volceldom. the films make the case that you can’t really have any work-life balance, but the “life” part of that equation is just full-package white heterosexuality. And they don’t even make it seem that appealing honestly, like in the third movie when Ethan tries to retire he’s clearly not comfortable and on edge all the time and abandons it at the drop of a hat (almost killing Julia in the process). But every time she appears in these films after they break up he is deeply distraught about it - like god does Tom Cruise sell the “we can never be together” look of abject longing he does whenever their characters collide. He sells the intense emotional stakes despite the lack of normative sexual desire to go with it.

Because what’s also crazy is that Ethan as a character doesn’t really express any sexuality in general - most of it is extremely restrained, confined to caressing a woman’s face or accidental physical closeness (like landing on top each other during a fall, etc). It’s always hinted at but never really develops into anything, and even in later films where it’s clearly shown that he and Ilsa have something going on, they barely touch. Like most of it is communicated through emotional glances and long pauses of them staring at each other. Clearly the misogynistic spectre of “men and women can’t be friends without eventually fucking/dating” is present in this, but the conclusion of that heteronormative configuration is never paid off with sex. And this is despite women’s bodies being shown off constantly in these films, like there are a lot of unjustifiable and disgusting shots of women’s asses and legs especially, but they are pure “eye candy” for the audience, they are rarely if ever framed as being attractive from the perspective of Ethan, the principle POV character of every film and the character that audiences are clearly supposed to connect with.

And in those moments where women’s bodies are on display but Ethan is not paying attention, there is a clear separation between the director’s and Tom Cruise’s vision of these films. Like he is entirely in control of them at this point given he is the driving force behind them, all of these films are sold on Cruise doing some insane stunt like holding his breath for six minutes or climbing the exterior of the tallest building in the world or him doing 109 HALO jumps to get the best footage for a mid-air struggle over Paris. He does shit no other actor does, he sells it by making it ‘real.’ The films also narratively revolve around him - he is, to use direct quotes, “the living manifestation of destiny,” “the embodiment of chaos itself” and so on. He is the emotional and narrative centre of gravity. Ethan’s emotional states, his desires, his tribulations and internal conflicts, they are all that matter in these films. Basically no one else is a character. And he doesn’t fuck in any of these movies! He's a hot-shot spy but he isn’t a ladies man. Women fall over themselves for him but he’s not interested in them. The only exception is Ilsa, but that is clearly the result of her saving his life multiple times and their emotional trust in one another. Like these films have action movie levels of misogyny, sexual objectification and narrative discarding of women and all of that, but our main hero doesn’t really “partake” in any spoils of triumph or whatever gross horseshit is usually in these things. So to me this indicates a general lack of desire on the part of Cruise to “indulge” in any of these tropes, something he has the money and power to force on screen if he wants it to happen (which is what happens in many movies! Including these ones, only you just see a woman’s ass disconnected from any character’s sexual intention - the sexual intention is purely presumed on behalf of the audience).

I think this is aesthetic evidence that Tom Cruise is gay. But I still don’t really care about any of the guy characters either because they also aren’t characters, so Benji/Ethan is entirely uncompelling to me in a way that Ethan/Julia isn’t, not because cookie-cutter heterosexuality is “more interesting” but because there is something weirdly restrained and emotionally repressed about it that feels strangely uncomfortable with its own cookie-cutterness. so personally if you want to do Benji/Ethan in an interesting way I think you need to contend with the bizarreness of Ethan/Julia, OR, you deal with the narrative tension of Ethan/Julia itself by focusing on it. I am obviously biased in that I am extremely partial to a good “lovers doomed to be forever apart” thing (and these movies are NOT good examples of this), but their relationship is purely emotional and purely based on repression of a desire for intimacy as opposed to sex, which feels weirdly out of place in an otherwise titanically normative action film series. AND ITS MAKING ME CRAZYYYYYY!!!!!!!

[katescribblesabit]

What happened to Crocker? What was his reaction when Timmy went missing?

Would be be angry that Timmy had disappeared and doesn’t understand what happened? Did he ever worry about Timmy?

Did he come up with theory, thinking if it had to do something with fairies or something?

Just curious because it had been on my mind for a bit.

Also how would Timmy feel and thinks about AJ and his business? How he founded the business, believe that the fairies are dangerous or something?

What about Vicky? Her reaction about what happened? I know she probably doesn’t care, does she?

Did Wanda and Cosmo tell Timmy how they stood up towards Vicky at Dev’s place during his birthday?

My apologies, not sure if you watched those episodes or not.

You don’t have to draw if you want, just something I was wondering. I don’t know why.

ok here we go! thanks for your concern i am drawing as fast as i can lol

first thing first! i gotta say i don't have everything planned out, im mostly going with the flow. i also never expected people to love this au as much as you guys do, i was mostly planning to do like 2 or 3 posts about it haha. (thank you all btw this is nuts i luve uuu <3)

so Crocker! ok thinking about it, he is most definitely pissed his one lead to fairies is gone. after some time had passed and the police stopped looking for Timmy, he suspected something must have happend with magic and his fairly god parents. so he packed up his fairy detective devices and scooped out the turners house for clues but found nothing. when people asked he replied with being worried about the teenager and looking for him himself since the police stopped. perfect cover to hunt for fairies!

i don't think AJ specifically believes in fairies. i thought it was the supernatural in general, seeing as the galax institution is for everything unnatural. also his reaction to Crocker stealing the Trophy says a lot to, he still thinks his former teacher is crazy for believing in fairy tales. as for how Timmy feels, he's happy for his former friend, since AJ is revolving his work around supernatural science, it makes Timmy feel closer to him.

for Vicky, when she heard about Timmys disappearing she didn't care. Timmy went to live in fairy world when he was 16, so Vicky hadn't babysat him for a while now. they didn't see each other anymore, which Timmy was grateful for. Vicky just moved on to other kids to torture. the police did visit her when going around looking for clues but Vicky is a great liar, so she got away with it again.

Devs birthday story was Peris to tell, and well.. i don't think Peri would tell his big brother that his godchild wished him away.. yeahh so Timmy didn't know Vicky was even there.

no worries! i have watched the entire a new wish! so i am caught up with the new stuff haha

[quillkiller]

I need some bellareg nsfw hc

i’ve got you buddy

cw: unhealthy sexual dynamics, d/s undertones & dubious consent. lmao

they have a lot of sex during their courting, pre engagement, during their engagement & as newly weds. it’s a way for bellatrix to manipulate reg and make him dependant on her !! he’s inexperienced and seventeen and horny and grieving his brother and desperate for someone to take care of him. cue bellatrix !!! she’s learned everything she knows from her father, orion, her disowned cousin & being a black

regulus is crazy gone for bellatrix. he’s been perving on her for as long as he’s been perving on his brother. because bellatrix belonged to sirius and he resenter her and wanted her in equal measure. and now she’s his !!!! he’s crazy with it. on cloud nine. his hot older cousin lets him touch her with his shaky nervous fingers and untouched pink lips. he wants her all the time and bella lets him, gives it up to him whenever he needs it, because she needs him to need her. he can barely focus on anything other than his cousins flushed skin under his tongue and fingertips. bella is endlessly smug, bragging to her sister about the heir of house black being wrapped around her finger

bella teaches him everything she knows. how to eat her out right, how to fuck her, how to kiss her slow, how to touch her and hold her and he’s so eager and impatient and desperate for it when bella gives her the black smirk and takes her dress of infront of him

they have separate bedrooms at grimmauld and mostly sleep apart !! and their sex life dies down a bit once they’re married, but not completely. bella still needs him to need her, so she sort of uses sex against him knowing he wouldn’t dare go looking for it somewhere else and sully the black name. besides, he’s still as gone for her as he’s always been. his world revolves around his wife-husband and a simple smile or a frown from her dictates his entire state of mind. kid is working overtime to make sure she’s happy with him and that he’s being a good husband-wife. it’s christmas and his birthday and every holiday combined when she lets him fuck her <- maybe like once a month once they’re married

their sex life has always been a bit one-sided, with bella being the instigator but it’s never been for her, atleast not the pleasure aspect of it. it’s been a means to an end for her most of the time, a game. again, my girl is a lesbian, and while she perversly does enjoy her good little husband-wife letting her do whatever she wants, reg is still not an actual woman. it’s complicated !! it makes her equally hot as much as it disgusts her <- reg is unaware of this, blind by how much he needs her lmao

so!! later marriage !! that’s when she’s slowly extracting herself from their sex life completely. she gets him off, tells him what to do, touching herself because it does get her off too, that he’ll do anything, being man of the house taking care of her wife. but she doesn’t really let him touch her anymore. not like she used to anyway !! she’ll let him watch her, or she’ll watch him, telling him what to do and how to do it, and he’s always so good for her :~)

last, but not least, bella has a bunch of mistresses! regulus is aware of this and while he does hate thinking about it, he doesn’t mind it. it’s expected from the man of the house to have mistresses. it’s just part of the pureblood culture. bella belongs to him, she’s his wife. no one can take that from him, no matter the mistress. they’re bonded, a team, an alliance. she comes home to him every time and that’s what matters. she wouldn’t leave him even if she wanted to and that reassures regulus like nothing else !!!!

[randomthefox]

As much as making predictions for IDW is pointless (but hey, maybe it can be fun to see how much the story deviates from its logical consequences :P)...

I think that in #75 Lanolin will finally discover that her babyboy Duo lied to her, and Whisper was right all along. She'll blame herself for being stupid, which will cause the others to rush to comfort her with the power of friendship and completely forget about her abusive behavior :)

Now, if the story was logical, this should be the breaking point for Lanolin. She was duped. She was stubborn. She was bossy, violent, and terrified the others (nevermind that it doesn't make sense). She always got in the way. No one cares that Sonic broke the rules, her oh so precious rules, because people inherently trust Sonic in a way they can't trust her, not anymore. She was useless and a terrible teammate.

These would be the perfect circumstances to make her reflect on her approach on heroism, and how flawed it is. Even assuming that she meant well at first, she did everything wrong. She should feel bad about herself! She should strive to be more relaxed and accepting of things that don't go the way she expected!

... but after ABT drew her getting so close to shooting Sonic because it's all his fault the world is shit, apparently, I doubt she's ever gonna change. She will join Surge in spreading the idea that Sonic upholds an unfair system of harm for his own amusement and she's just a poor victim of it.

Sometimes I feel like when I speculate about possible directions the comic could go in, I'm giving the writers too much credit. I'm thinking about the story too rationally. I'm thinking of it as if it is a story written by competent creatives who want to craft a narrative where the characters act believably and consistently. And the comic has repeatedly demonstrated that it is not capable of doing that even when it tries.

If I had to speculate entirely based off of this cover, my guess would be that Lanolin is going to demand Sonic be "brought to justice" only for literally everyone including Jewel to say uhhh no? And that is going to cause her to become disillusioned, especially since she interprets Tangle and Whisper hiding the truth from her as them "protecting a criminal." So Jewel ALSO being "in on it" would be interpreted further as a betrayal. The Restoration has lost its way, it as an organization revolves around this one crazy guy who is never held accountable even when he does something wrong. Duo's reveal as Mimic will either further contribute to that, OR he'll tempt her to the dark side and she'll take off with him to go become a villain.

But again that's me thinking about it in terms of what I think would actually make sense to happen based on the preceding events and characterization. Frankly this comic is so badly written and makes so little sense that it's almost unpredictable. I do think it's a pretty safe bet no matter what though that Lanolin is NOT going to grow and change and be inspired to become a better person. I think it's a pretty safe bet that she's going to start reciting the IDW gospel that Sonic Is Bad Actually. And the "fans" of the comic will eat it the fuck up.

Because this comic is written BY people who hate Sonic, FOR people who hate Sonic.

[anoopsiedaisie]

My Fionna and Cake episode 7&8 tangent

Lets start it off with the score. 20/20 it was fantastic. my stupid theory post will happen eventually, and I will ABSOLUTELY TALK ABOUT PETRIGROF

The star - Cake thinking Fionna was upset cause her fling died was silly, Fionna was clearly upset before about the candy people. The fight with the vampires was funny but intense, I love how Cake and Fionna care a lot about eachother. Also why does Simon know what holy water taste like. Pb and "Star" was so cute, and I was so right when I talked about us getting more Bubbline on tiktok (Tiktok account is not linked anywhere btw) The vampire world is super sad though, cause they had really been eating for so long, that a potential thousands of people died. Marshall and Gary really lit up the episode from the sadness once again, Gary's tangents of his candy kingdom are so cute. AND HIS HAMBO THINGY IN HIS CAR. Marten and baby Finn are so cute, I wanna legit cry cause HES MEANT TO BE A GOOD DAD BUT HES SO STUPID IN THE OG UNIVERSE. Also imma say this now, Prismo gets in trouble for breaking the rules once and ignoring a few beeps, BUT Scarab ignores several beeps and his entire job and doesn't get in trouble, that boss better have a good reason. Second date (potentially) and Marshall already introducing his boyfriend to his mom, damn. Marshall's mom matches og Hunson perfectly somehow, duche parent club. And Marshall's little blush of embarrassment from his mom acting all weird infront of Gary. Billy's corpse is messed up, like reall messed up, and the reminder of how tall he is is also crazy. I was also wondering the entire time if Pb was human in this universe until she bit off half her arm basically. The Star's outfit is so good, but I wonder how she turned into a vampire now, maybe she was bit in front of that worlds Simon's body and thats why she screamed at something. Already long section so I'll end it here with, I LOVED THIS ENTIRE EPISODE, Huntress dying was sad though, and Gary Marshall kiss was adorable. Closing thought of this episode, Bubbline but toxic yuri. Jerry - Simon and Betty better get a happy ending or I will legit be so sad, they love each other so much, and Betty just legit became part of a god over her Fiance once celebrity crush. I love how gorgeous everything is in this show, Orbo is also a funny character. I feel like someone could narrow down where things and places they go in this Lich's wish universe it'd seem fun at first then spiral though. Simon does NOT know how to draw though get this man an art class. The tree house being naked though, all its leaves gone. Lich's wish to kill all life, really just unironically killed ALL life, down to plants. Fun little references to old episodes, and including one that revolved around Ice king, hmm. Also I wonder the age gap between Betty and Simon, I like to see it as they're like a year apart but Simon just skipped grades cause hes a smart cookie. Also Simon had slides ready for people to be loud, HE WAS READY. Nerd girls in love. I am also guessing Bmo has been alone for awhile now, at least since season 5ish times since thats when the Lich would have made this wish. All the references in Ice King's junk from the melted ice kingdom. Ninja guide books, kunai, vhs tapes and the camera, the pink diary, his bed has the wishing amulet that Gunter used to break bottles. I was RIGHT

Fionna see's how unhealthy Ice King was, and changes her mind and wants him to not become this sad sad man again. Simon would genuinely be such a sweet and wonderful parent, he loved taking care of the babies in the baby universe, and he sees Fionna get happy when he tells his story with Betty and keeps doing it to keep her happy. Neddy is also guaranteed dead, already obvious but the candy kingdom doesn't have the juices being produced. Bmo has done a lot in his isolation, a lot of stuff is changed or moved, I feel so bad for bmo. But the lines "Help me zip up my bra" and "Ooo, butt stuff" Wow. The Simon and Betty stuff makes me so happy, they're so cute and I love them, they need to have a happy ending or I will be so sad. The lesbians ever, I love these lesbians, let the lesbians be happy. Simon struggling to say he loves her is so CUTE. Poor Bmo, I feel so bad, but he was probably so sad being alone, sad in someway. Petrigrof moment was so cute and adorable please, I want them so happy, they deserve to be happy. Now for the bombshell, Jerry. The Lich's wish monkey paw aspect is that he gets depressed and has nothing to do now that all life is gone. Billy's body decomposing as the Lich parasites it. SO, imma theory my reason for the portal finally opening to GolBetty, either it was because the Lich was used as the battle and influenced it in a way to allow it to finally work, OR Betty's wish to keep Simon safe truly included the crown being worn. Like the crown really did trigger GolBetty like "BITCH, NO" or the third that makes probably the most sense, The Scarab was literally about to kill Simon and go against what Betty wants, meaning she is going to interfere. I saw someone say that GolBetty likely wont remember Simon and this could cause something. BUT I REALLY HOPE THEY DONT DO THAT, I WANT THEM HAPPY SO BADLY

[amadenchart]

What are the Varanar religious beliefs like?

Depends on the region, culture, tribe etc. ^^

The twins are part of an ethnicity of Varanar called Turvao, they have spiritualistic beliefs. They don't believe in gods, but rather in spirits. All living beings have a spirit, and all spirits are connected to the Yondehinn, the Spirit World. They have a Saṃsāra-like approach to reincarnation, believing a spirit can have many lives. But when it comes back in the form of a Varanar, it's their final incarnation, and after their death, they will remain in the Yondehinn. The exception for this are children who died before they learned to walk, in this case, their spirit will reincarnate as a horse, because horses are considered sibling species to the Turvao (in their mythos, horses and Varanar have the same father and mother), and learn to walk and gallop the same day they are born.

Another ethnicity is the Dunvir, shore dwellers with a politheistic religion. Their main deity is Dunva, the God-Shark. Dunva's nemesis is his own father, Kalemanvala, the Primal Ocean. Dunva died fighting against Kalemanvala, but he had a son with his sister, Hali, the Tide Goddess. Hali disappeared with their son, but it's prophesized one day she will will return with her son all grown up. The son will have a harpoon made of Kalemanvala's stinger that killed Dunva. With this weapon, he will kill Kalemanvala once and for all. It's said the son has the form of Varanar with head of a shark. When a Dunvir dies, they are cremated atop a sacred ocean rock, and their ashes are left there to be washed by waves. The deceased will rest at the bottom of the ocean and wait for the day Dunva's son will come to avenge his father and bring them back to the surface.

There are also the Kaibut, Varanar from the desert. They are monotheistic and believe that Oomadagur, the seasonal sandstorm that engulfs the desert every number of moons, is actually a deity. She is a cruel and harsh goddess. Their entire life revolves around the sandstorm, and their migration patterns are determined by shamans who study the sandstorm and pick up the best days.

The Saigans are Varanar from the mountainous valleys, and they believe Varanar and all other creatures came from the stars. They believe the secrets of everything are hidden behind the veil of the sky, but unfortunately are out of reach for Varanar. They also believe the stars themselves are a form of language, a language they try to understand. While they make good use of star positions and clusters in their lifestyle, using them as guides for different situations, they also believe it's a foolish thing to try to see world shapes in them and even worse, to try to create superstitions about it. The other Varanar tend to think the Saigans are a bit mad. "As mad as a Saigan" is often used to say someone is crazy.

And there are others I'm still developing...

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE DAICHI SAWAMURA HEADCANONS

Like Suga, he's a really protective yandere and he will do WHATEVER the HELL it takes to keep you safe 

He is a yandere who is aware of his abnormal yandere tendencies about himself for you and he knows that being really obsessed with you is really creepy ASF but he really can't help himself. It's not HIS fault you looked so cute in that jacket you were wearing today BUT that skirt of yours.... he gets really overprotective of you when you wear kinda revealing clothes EVEN if it's a cold shoulder top

Daichi is an intelligent guy and there's no WAY you'll be able to escape from his fervent stalking like, at ALL

He is a really terrifying yandere to be precise. He will not hesitate to murder someone if they do something wrong to you. Remember that crazy Karen who slapped you on the face a few days back while you were going grocery shopping? Well, looks like she went missing and her family had several 'accidents'

Daichi is a man who will make sure you feel safe and protected at all times when you're around him and before you ask me WHY, it's because of the protective aura that he gives off 

Daichi knows how to interact with you in public and he's the type of guy who always insists on holding your hand no matter where you go 

He gets paranoid as HELL every single freaking god damn minute of the day since he's really worried about your health and safety. Are you sleeping properly? Are you eating regularly? Are you taking good care of your health? And he's also the type of person who will freak the freak out if you're hanging out with someone else OTHER than him and though he knows what he's doing is wrong by following you wherever you go and stalking you here and there, he just doesn't care. It's all to keep you safe of course 

His mind will be revolving ONLY around you 24 FREAKING 7!!!

Daichi finds the things you do subconsciously really cute like when you bite your lip if you're thinking about something (Don't do that too often since if it starts bleeding, he's gonna but you the entire line of lip balms in a cosmetics store), when you pout when something happens and when you shift or pick your nails etc etc. He admires and respects your daring and outstanding personality and he'll go over the memory of how you handled yourself in a bad situation over and over again in his head 

Now, when it comes to rivals, he's not going to think twice to use his position and pin the blame for something HE did on someone else and it works 99 percent of the times and he does this since he doesn't want anyone else taking advantage of your wonderful personality. He just wants you t be dependent on him and not anyone else. And so, when people start avoiding you like the Corona, you'll of course be really sad and miserable but don't worry, your Prince Charming Daichi has arrived with tissues, a tub of your favorite snacks and made you some of his delicious home made cookies :)

He will kidnap you within less than a month if I say so myself and when he does, he'll know how confused and lost you're feeling and so, he'll be ready to hold and hug you when you scream and cry and sob. He's prepared for all your little tantrums and will make sure that you love him one day 

If you're trying to escape, he'll behave like he's punishing a little kid. Taking away their favorite items, gently scolding them and putting them in time out and unfortunately for you, that's the same way he's going to inflict punishments on you 

He will hug you after that and tell you how sorry he is and it was your fault since you weren't willing to cooperate with him 

He is awfully affectionate and really doting on you and so, the best thing you can do is just accept him for everyone's sake and if you don't, he's willing to pull you into a bone crushing hug. When it comes to keeping you safe from the outside world, believe it or not, he'll actually let you go out but you have to hold his hand no matter what or else, you'll be confined to the house for the rest of your life

[wendytestabrat]

cartman & kyle’s similarity to peter & lois (FROM THE VAULT [2020])

I wanna compare Kyman to Peter & Lois’ dynamic in Family Guy bc I feel like the two ships have A LOT of similarities. It’s been shown on Family Guy how part of the reason why Lois stays with Peter even though Peter is retarded and he’s always doing dumb shit and causing problems in their marriage, is because Lois likes getting to be the smarter one of the two. It gives Lois her sense of self worth when she can be the one to nag Peter constantly and tell him when he’s doing something wrong, because it makes her feel better about herself to hide the fact that she is a shit person herself with a ton of problems LMAO. I feel like Kyle is the same way with Cartman. I mean Cartman isn’t stupid like Peter, Cartman is smart in a lot of ways but he’s always doing reckless dumb shit too and getting himself into trouble. This is why Kyle likes being around Cartman even though Kyle shits on Cartman all the time. I mean it’s been shown many times in the show that sometimes Kyle chooses Cartman over Stan & Kenny. We’ve talked before about how Kyle has a martyr complex and how he always feels like he has to save the day and fix everyone. And Kyle is also extremely prideful and stubborn, he always feels like he has to be right and hates to admit when he’s wrong. Kyle loves being the smartest one in the room, and he’ll throw a fit or pout if he’s wrong about something or he doesn’t get his way. And this is where Cartman comes in, Kyle likes being the one to lecture Cartman, boss him around, and tell him when he’s wrong because it makes him feel better about himself and it’s been shown how insecure Kyle is and how much he feels like an outcast for being a Jew. It makes Kyle feel good about himself when he’s with Cartman because he gets to be the more reasonable one between the two and take on that role of the voice of reason 24/7. Cartman makes Kyle look less crazy by comparison LMAOO. And this is why Kyle has been a shitty best friend to Stan at times and why he chooses Cartman over Stan in the new episodes. The thing is Stan is just as smart and woke as Kyle, and I do think the reason why Stan & Kyle are best friends is because they’re both the more intelligent and reasonable ones of the show (even though Kyle can act like an immature baby sometimes LMAOO) so they understand each other, and that’s how they became best friends in the first place. But since Stan is more well-adjusted and he’s not bat shit insane like Cartman, Kyle doesn’t get to lecture Stan and talk down to him as much as he gets to with Cartman. In fact, sometimes Stan is the one lecturing Kyle and calling HIM out on his bullshit. And I doubt Kyle likes that because he hates admitting he’s wrong. So Kyle would rather be around Cartman, because he gets to take on that martyr role all the time that he loves having. I mean yeah in a perfect world Kyle would get over himself and learn how to like put his needs first instead of being obsessed with feeling the need to fix everyone else’s problems to feel good about himself, but Kyle isn’t like that and I doubt he’s gonna change. If he did then he would be able to seek out a more positive and healthy relationship and actually get a girlfriend (or boyfriend hehe) for once, but Kyle’s entire world revolves around Cartman and Cartman’s messes.

update 2024: ok i said ‘woke’ back when it was still a positive word LOL

[dingodad]

okay that explanation was everything, i KNEW it had to be indirect but i havent studdied the bible quite like you have. the link to the gnosticsm post is gonna drive me crazy because im already kind of obsessed with Gnostic theology because its religious world building (so to speak) is so COOL but i’ve never connected it to time loops before, maybe because i havent studied it enough. it explains why i’m drawn to gnosticism when im also obsessed with time loop stories (madoka magica especially). i’ve even begun writing a queer feminist time loop catholic horror story that postures gnostic ideology v catholic ideology so i guess i was tuned into the vibe before discovering the connection. ANYWAYS i do have another question. how do you think lord english’s one-cue-stick-hit-butterfly-effect style influence results in the creation of a patriarchal caste structure in alternian society? like what you said about his weird sex shit influencing quadrants and their unhealthy caste dynamics and various troll gender roles? do you have any other ideas on what kind of moves he makes to shape specific parts of alternian culture? also thanks so much for being receptive to all these questions i love your analysis

blunt answer, i have not thought super hard about most of the specifics. English Behaving Badly On Alternia is a really fun fanfic idea i have toyed with but nothing that i've ever thought was begging for serious study.

i imagine a lot of it is in fact knock-on effects from the establishment of his cult among the highbloods. knowing that beforus already had its own caste system, putting a bunch of manhood-obsessed muscle-worshipping freaks at the top of the pecking order is naturally going to twist the development of that caste system in a certain direction over the course of history. if there ever came a chance that the castes would start to reconcile with each other and alternia would start becoming nicer instead of worse over time, of course, that's where the handmaid steps in to stir up class warfare and intensify bigotry.

putting meenah of all trolls in charge also presumably went some way towards creating these particular aspects of alternia's toxic cultural sludge. her reaction to human reproduction suggests the condesce has some pretty big sexual hangups of her own, no doubt deliberately exacerbated by interactions with doc scratch early in her life; combining a head of state with a total disgust for intimacy and a power structure revolving entirely around male dominance feels like a pretty perfect recipe for what we got.

+ scratch being "the narrator" also means a lot of how he changes history is just in the changing of how it's told. which, in less prolix terms, is the same kind of thing kankri gets at when he says highbloods' "tremend9us lifespans 9ver the millenia [...] have 6een a6le t9 c9mpletely dictate 9ur s9cietal ev9luti9n 6y ensuring 9nly their cultural agendas and narratives receive the dial9gue's air supply".

[constantvariations]

As much as I enjoy Neo, I think she was the wrong villain to drop into Wonderland with the squad. Her conflict with Ruby doesn't thematically lend itself to the current arc of self-doubt and weight of responsibility (plus any resolution of Neo's revenge arc will probably end up with her dead since the writers have no idea what to do with her)

Even if Neo calmed down long enough to somehow communicate her grievance of losing Roman, nothing would really come of it. He was an enemy who died in front of Ruby, not because of her. His death is a footnote at best considering two of her friends died in front of her within like, an hour. So, if Ruby tells the truth of Roman's demise, then there's only two outcomes. Neo either thinks she's lying (which would be dumb. There's literally nothing to gain from it) and keeps attacking her until one of them is dead/left behind in Wonderland or Neo believes her and...???

(Seriously where can Neo go after this conflict is resolved? She doesn't care about Salem's cause, there's no one who cares about her, and she probably can't return to her previous life of crime since she was based in Vale. Neo's entire existence revolves around Roman; take that away and you have even less than a ghost)

You know who would be able to excel in a chaotic world and take advantage of Ruby's mental instability? Tyrian

This guy is able to bypass the barriers that keep someone safe, both literally with his ignore-aura seblance and metaphorically. When the writers aren't playing up the "woohoo wacky crazy psycho" schtick, which gets real old real fast, Tyrian is one of the most adept psych-analysts in the entire show. This guy read Mercury and Emerald like the morning newspaper even though they kept their distance from everyone but Cinder

In her current state, Tyrian could pick Ruby apart petal by petal until not even a bud remains. Or better yet, try getting her to align with Salem

"It's so sad, isn't it? You put in all that work, did all that planning, and Atlas still fell. The relic lost. Your friend died.

"I know you did your best. But it wasn't good enough. You weren't good enough.

"Such a big burden placed on such young shoulders isn't right. You tried so hard to save everyone, but no one has ever tried to save you, have they? Everyone has failed you. Ozpin, Ironwood, Qrow, even your friends down here. Too wrapped up in themselves to notice your struggles.

"But you don't have to do it anymore, Ruby. No more fighting, no more betrayal, no more dying. All you have to do is help Mistress get two itty bitty relics, and it will all be over.

"After all, you didn't ask for this."

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Yandere!Kim Seungmin x F!Reader TW : heavily revolving around children ; slight mention of (undescriptive) childbirth in the beginning ; manipulation ; arguing ; mainly fluffy though ; Word Count : 5.8k

The birth of Seungmi had been a turning point for him, although he didn’t turn in the direction that most people would assume, not even he thought that this outcome were possible, but the sight of his daughter swaddled in the blankets and laid against your bare chest, your smile as you looked down at her and then back up at him as if you were the happiest person in the universe in that moment… He had gotten worse, he could feel it in his bones, in his heart, in his stomach. There was no turning back now, he could only attempt to hide his problems, to make you think that he was okay, but he knew… He was far from okay, and he’d never be okay again. 

It had been four months since his daughter had come into the world, and every single day of those four months was somehow better than the one before. Seungmin had grown tired of the jealousy game, he was maturing in a way that wasn’t going to be much better for you, but it would be better for him, and in the long run, it would ensure the well being of you and his daughter whether you liked it or not. 

He had fallen into a repetitive schedule every single day, and he had grown accustomed to it, he had grown to love it. He’d wake up in the morning, make sure to eat breakfast with you and Seungmi, then get ready for work, and then give the two of you kisses before he left. When he got home, he’d check the mail and drop it on the little table beside the door before greeting you and his daughter with hugs and kisses, and then he’d have dinner with you. It was the same thing every single day and he loved it. He loved the familiarity of it, he loved how simple things seemed. 

Not only that though. The birth of Seungmi had made you complacent, and you seemed to overlook his possessiveness, writing it off as him just being protective of you and your daughter, and that assumption wasn’t exactly wrong, it just wasn’t entirely right either. He’d have arguments with you whenever Seungmi had a doctors appointment, and the only reason he ever gave in was because you’d always tell him of something that could go wrong if she didn’t go to her checkups, and much like when you had first gotten pregnant with her, he was far more worried about what could go wrong. 

Things were perfect though, they couldn’t get any better. Both of you were happy in the unintentional life that you had created for yourselves, and Seungmin was a devoted boyfriend and father. Not in the essence of telling anyone close to him that you and Seungmi were in his life, nobody knew about that, but he doted upon the two of you any chance that he got. He didn’t have to worry about anything or anyone taking you or Seungmi away from him, the only people he had to worry about were you, the baby, and himself. 

It was the perfect way to live and he questioned why nobody else decided to live this way either. Everything was just… So much simpler this way. He didn’t have to question whether you were leaving the house with the baby because he had you under the assumption that he had already told the world about you and there were crazy fans out there that might hurt you. Of course, he had never said anything, and you didn’t know that because he never let you on the internet and he was always with you whenever you watched television. He didn’t have to worry about you ever leaving him for anyone else because you were happy with the way things were, and there wasn’t anyone else, he’d never allow there to be any other person in your life other than him and the baby. It was the simplest way to live, completely care free but full of love. Maybe everyone else in the world had gotten it wrong and he was the only person who had truly figured it out. 

The day started off like any other with Seungmin waking up for work. Seungmi was still sleeping between the both of you, and you were in and out of sleep, your body highly aware of your daughter being there so you wouldn’t accidentally roll over. “I have to leave for work early, sunshine. Are you gonna be okay? Do you want me to move her to her crib?” Seungmin whispered so as to not wake her up. He really was the perfect boyfriend, the perfect father to Seungmi, and while the span of your pregnancy hadn’t been the best of times for the both of you and you had even almost left him, he had made up for it in the six months that Seungmi had been here. 

“Mmn… No… She’s fine…” You murmured back tiredly, watching with half opened eyes as Seungmin moved his pillow to prop up beside Seungmi so there was no chance of her rolling over. “Are you working late tonight? I just need to know so that I know what time to start making dinner…” 

He hummed softly, walking around the bed to stand beside you so he could kiss the top of your head, brushing your hair out of your face. “Don’t worry about making dinner tonight, I’ll bring home something to eat. You deserve a day off, sunshine.” His voice was so soothing, and his words just made it all the more better. A day off was something that you hadn’t had in a while, not since the second week that Seungmi had been home. You had jumped right back into keeping up on the house and making sure that dinner was cooked by the time Seungmin returned home from work. Everything had gone back to normal, except now you did everything with a baby in your arms. “Just spend time with our baby today… You’re so busy… I don’t want you to get run down.” 

A sleepy smile spread across your face as you feebly reached your arms out to him, loosely draping them over his shoulders to pull him down so you could kiss him. “You’re the best… I love you, Minnie…” You lulled, and you felt his chest vibrate with quiet laughter as he leaned over you. Things really had changed, and they seemed to change for the better. Seungmin was more easy going now, he seemed happier, and his happiness made you happier. It was crazy to think that in the beginning he seemed scared to have a child, and now that you looked at him, and when you saw him with your daughter, it almost seemed like second nature for him to be an amazing father to her. You were lucky to have him, and Seungmi was lucky to have him as her dad, and when you looked back on the moment that you had almost walked out on him, you felt like a fool. You couldn’t possibly imagine doing this without him. 

“I love you too, Sunshine…” He cooed back to you, landing sloppy kisses across your face that had you giggling as quietly as you could. “I gotta go now… Give Mimi her morning kisses from me, I don’t want to wake her up.” He kissed the tips of his fingers before reaching over you to gently place them against the top of your daughter's head. “I’ll be back at the usual time, don’t miss me too much.” 

You watched with half lidded eyes as he walked out of the bedroom, carefully closing the door so he wouldn’t make too much noise, and you listened as his footsteps retreated further into the house until he reached the front door, the sound of the latches being undone let you know that he was on his way out, and then the quiet squeak of the hinges as the door opened. Your heart was filled with all of the love that he poured over you, your entire body felt warm and fuzzy. Sometimes it seemed like your entire life was some amazing lucid dream that you were stuck in, everything was too perfect, it was crazy how the stars had aligned just right so that you would end up with him, so that you would end up in this wonderful life that you were now living. You couldn’t imagine living any other life but the one you were living now. 

You had dozed back off, that much you knew considering the fact that you could barely keep your eyes open when Seungmin had left you this morning. You didn’t even know what time it was now, but the sudden loud knocking at the door had not only shocked you out of your sleep, but it had startled Seungmi and now she was crying beside you. 

“Shh… It’s okay, it’s alright…” You crooned, sweeping her up in your arms and propping her on your hip as you slowly emerged from the bedroom just as the knocking sounded again, louder this time. It wasn’t Seungmin, you knew that, he wouldn’t do something like this. You didn’t even know who it could be considering you didn’t get very many visitors… You didn’t get visitors at all. “Wh-Who is it?” You called out, inching towards the front door, immediately feeling foolish for doing it like this. The way you were acting right now is the main reason people die first in horror movies. 

“It’s Junghoon… Your neighbor…” The voice responded back, and you let out a soft sigh as you picked up the pace and immediately opened the door, greeted by the same warm smile that had greeted you the first time you had met him when you were still pregnant. The man had a spot reserved for just him in your heart for what he had done to help you when you were pregnant and for being so caring even when Seungmin had come back home and completely lashed out at him for no reason. 

You made quick work of the locks and threw open the door, giving him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I just got out of bed…” You apologized, not only for how long it took you to answer the door, but also for your messy hair and the clothes that you were wearing, which weren’t even yours but Seungmins which were far more comfortable than your own. “Is something wrong? I haven’t seen you in… What is it now… Seven months? How have you been?” 

Making small talk still wasn’t one of your strong suits, but you watched the way his eyes seemed to scan the room behind you, and then they landed on you and Seungmi and your heart hammered with the panic that you felt. “Is he here? Your husband?” He asked, concern lacing his voice as he said it, and you slightly understood considering the way that Seungmin had reacted the last time he came over, but you wanted to assume that things would be a bit better now. “I’ve been trying to send you a card to congratulate you… But I don’t think you ever got it… I send one every month. Maybe you just forgot to thank me for it.” 

A card? You had never gotten any cards, and if you had, you’d have been sure to thank him as soon as you got it. “No… No I haven’t gotten anything. Maybe the postman just got the cards mixed up and one of the other neighbors have been getting the cards instead.” You joked, adjusting Seungmi on your hip, wondering if maybe you should just invite him in so you would be able to sit down on the couch with your daughter. 

His head shook as his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. “No… I don’t think that’s it. I… I put them in your mailbox…” He mumbled, and your eyes narrowed as you thought about why you wouldn’t get any of the cards if he had been delivering them directly to your mailbox. “Well… now I can deliver it straight to you.” He pulled a light pink envelope out of the inside pocket of his jacket, handing it to you with a soft smile. “She’s beautiful by the way…” He reached out, placing his pointer finger in her palm and chuckling as she wrapped her tiny fingers around it. “Makes sense though, she’s got a gorgeous mother.” 

The heat that you felt coursing through your body didn’t feel the same as it did whenever it happened with Seungmin. This time it felt weird, it felt wrong. “O-Oh… Uhm… Thank you.” You bowed your head, suddenly becoming aware of the time, that Seungmin would be coming home soon, and you didn’t want to think about what would happen if he caught Junghoon at the door, practically holding your daughter's hand. “Well… It’s her feeding time, I have to get her bottle ready and stuff. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

He seemed hesitant to leave, and you didn’t really know why considering he was your neighbor, it’s not like this was going to be the last time you ever saw him. “Yeah… Just… Try to actually see me, okay?” You giggled nervously, nodding your head quickly as you placed your free hand on the doorknob, closing the door slowly but surely. “Bye.” Was the last thing you heard him say before the door was fully shut, and you made sure to latch the lock before stepping away, shaking your head at the strangeness of the whole thing, the uncomfortable feeling that his words gave you. 

The way he spoke made it sound like you were being locked up in your own home, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. You liked being home, you liked knowing that you were safe from the potential fans that might have a vendetta against you for being with Seungmin, for having his child. You and Seungmi were safer inside, and maybe that’s what Junghoon didn’t understand, or he just didn’t want to understand. There was this sneaking suspicion that maybe Junghoon felt more for you than just a typical friendly neighbor would, but you pushed that feeling down, shaking your head as you walked into the kitchen, placing the card on the counter before making Seungmi her bottle. 

Work was necessary to afford the safe, stable and comfortable life that Seungmin wanted to give to you and his daughter. Work meant being away from you, and he hated that, he hated not seeing you, not seeing his baby, not knowing if the two of you were okay until he walked through the front door. That’s why he always looked so relieved when the door would swing open and he’d see you sitting on the couch, his daughter swaddled in your arms and your head slightly falling forward as an obvious tiredness overcame you. 

“Sunshine, I’m home!” He called out as he pushed open the door, yanking the key out of the lock and then tossing the keychain into the little bowl that sat on the entryway table. “You two don’t look tired at all. How long did you sleep?” He joked, thankful that it was Sunday, that he didn’t have to go through the mail and he could just go straight back to enjoying time with his family like he wanted to. 

You sighed softly as he dropped down onto the couch beside you, his arms instinctively grabbing Seungmi from yours and sitting her up on his knees, bouncing her lightly as he cooed gibberish and nonsensical sounds that had her giggling. “Probably a little too long. She won’t be tired for a while.” You groaned. “How was work today?” 

The usual conversation lasted a good bit, it was the same talk that the two of you had every single day almost. It wasn’t until he placed Seungmi back in your arms and got up to get a drink that the conversation changed, the whole demeanor and aura of the house changed. “What’s this?” Seungmin asked, and you had to crane your neck to see what he was talking about, but as soon as you spotted that pink envelope between his fingers, you cursed yourself for forgetting about it. 

“It’s nothing… just a…” The sound of paper tearing had cut you off and your heart sank as you waited for Seungmins reaction. You didn’t even know what he’d do. He had been so trusting of you, he let you keep the phone that he had given you during your pregnancy so you could continue to call him and text him. He lets you watch television with him. He even lets you hold Seungmi near the windows so that you both can get some sunlight. Would all of that be taken away from you now? 

“You got the mail by yourself?” He quizzed and you could hear the annoyance in his tone, the anger that he was trying to hold back. “Is that what you did? You left the house without me? You took our daughter out of this house to get this?” 

His voice was getting louder and louder with each question, you hadn’t heard him like this in so long, and Seungmi hadn’t heard him like this ever. It was scary for the both of you. “Minnie… Please. You’re scaring her… you’re scaring me… I didn’t leave the house, I swear I didn’t. Please, calm down.” 

Seungmi whimpered softly, her eyes wide and her bottom lip jutted out as she stared at Seungmin behind you, then the sound of the card being thrown the floor and Seungmins hand slamming against the counter startled her momentarily until she burst into tears, wailing loudly into your ear. “Now I get it! Fucking Junghoon again! Fucking Junghoon again, right?!” He seethed, picking the card up off the floor and tearing it to pieces. “Trying to steal my family?!” 

You stood from the couch, bouncing in place as you rubbed your daughters back, trying to sooth her as you stared at Seungmin with pleading eyes. “Minnie, please calm down. He just wanted to give us a card to congratulate us. All the other ones must have been lost in the mail or something… He’s not trying to do anything.” 

There was no chance of reasoning with him, his thoughts had already traveled down a dangerous path. He was terrified of losing you, losing his daughter, losing his family. “No… No, I know what he’s doing.” He huffed, discarding the shredded card into the garbage bin and then turning to you. “I won’t let that happen… I won’t.” He shook his head, his fingers carding through his hair as he paced the length of the kitchen, and then he paused, a smile on his face as he turned to you. The smile was in no way relieving to see, not after the way he had just acted, but you were thankful that he seemed to at least be done yelling for the time being. “We’re going on a trip, a family trip, just the three of us.” 

Now, you didn’t have a problem with a family trip, not at all. To be fair, you and Seungmin had been working on planning one for a while, just waiting for your daughter to be old enough to handle a car ride or a plane ride. There wasn’t an issue with a family trip at all. The issue was what spurred it on, the way he was acting, the spontaneity of it all that had you rushing around to cancel doctors appointments and make sure you had enough of everything you needed for this family trip. 

Still, you tried to get excited for it, you tried to be calm as you watched Seungmin zoom through the house, packing up everything he thought he might need and shoving clothes into duffle bags. He was like the Tasmanian devil and you didn’t even want to attempt to get in his way. You knew exactly why he was doing it, and the reasoning was nothing less than ridiculous. For some reason he felt threatened by the neighbor, and no amount of consoling or reassurance would get him to change his mind. 

“Where are we going?” You asked, trying to sound cheerful as you clicked the belts on the carseat around your daughter. He looked so happy, but it almost seemed maniacal when you thought about what led to this moment. Why couldn’t you just have a normal family vacation that was planned because he wanted to spend time with his family, not because he wanted to keep them away from the neighbors. 

He chuckled softly, grabbing the handle to the carseat and lifting it up with ease as he carried it to the front door. “It’s somewhere nice, I promise. You’ll love it so much, you won’t ever want to leave.” Those words should have had you giddy, spilling over with excitement at the prospect of such a lovely place. Instead, you were feeling more than a little uneasy. 

“That’s great… I���m… I’m so excited.” You stammered, grabbing the diaper bag off the hook and slinging it over your shoulder. “It’s not too long of a drive though, is it? I just have to know whether we’ll have to pull over so I can feed her or change her or something…” You tried to excuse the nervousness in your voice as just planning the schedule of the drive, make him think it was because you were worried about her feeding time and not because you were wondering whether or not you’d be coming back to your home. 

“Don’t worry about all that, sunshine. If she gets hungry, I’ll pull over. I’ve got it all covered.” You hummed softly, your heart clenching as you watched him lift the car seat off the floor and carry it through the front door. Would this be the last time you ever saw your home? Would this be the last time you were ever in it? 

You hated thinking that way when it came to him because you did love him, you wanted to trust him, but there had been times when he would come home, muttering angrily to himself under the assumption that you couldn’t hear him. He had said things that you never thought you’d hear from him, things that you never thought you’d hear someone say in anything other than a horror movie or a psychological thriller. You could tell that there was something wrong, but you never wanted to ask about it, hoping that at some point it would all blow over or that he’d be okay… It was crystal clear that he was far from okay, that it hadn’t blown over at all. 

The cabin was beautiful, surrounded by dense forests and the sound of a bubbling lake filled your ears as you climbed out of the car. It was like something out of a fairytale, and if you weren’t still so bothered by the reasoning behind you being here in the first place, you would have allowed yourself to thoroughly love it the way Seungmin wanted you to. 

“I can take some really nice pictures of you and Seungmi out here, we can hang them up on the walls back at home.” He said as he parked the car, smiling your favorite smile over to you as he reached out to brush his fingers along your cheek. 

There was a sense of reassurance that came with the mention of the pictures, hanging them on the wall, he was planning on going back home, he said that we could hang them on the walls, the both of you, he was going to bring you back too. “Of course, Minnie…” You said softly, allowing yourself to relax in the seat momentarily. 

Maybe you had just watched too many movies while Seungmin was at work, too many Lifetime movies. Seungmin was nothing like the actors in the movies, there was no way that he’d do something crazy like what you had been thinking. You and your daughter were safe with him, of course you were, you were his family. “I made sure to get the best one. It’ll just be us. The house is already stocked with everything we need too. We won’t have to leave for anything.” He leaned over the center console to press a quick kiss to your cheek before climbing out of the car, running to the back door and unbuckling the carseat. “Come on, sunshine.” 

If there was any underlying sinisterness in his motives he was very good at hiding them, at acting like everything was perfectly normal, like this was an average family vacation. “I’m coming…” You whispered, unbuckling your seatbelt and slowly climbing out, walking behind him as he carried the carseat in through the front door. He seemed so happy, like every single worry that he had previously had when you were at home was washed away once in the seclusion of the forest. 

There was a lightness in his step, a softness in his eyes that you hadn’t seen in such a long time that you thought you had lost it forever. His voice was sweeter, his touch was gentle, it was almost like the Seungmin that you had fallen in love with what feels like eons ago was back and you hadn’t realized how much you missed him until you got to be with him again. 

“Get settled in, sunshine. Show Seungmi around, I’ll go grab the bags.” It was almost childlike, the excitement in his tone as he practically skipped out the front door to the car. Maybe this would be a regular vacation, maybe he just needed to be away from the city, away from work, away from everything that stressed him. 

The interior design of the small house was much like your own back in Seoul. It was comfortable, and it almost made you feel like you were at home as you pulled Seungmi out of her seat and started walking around, exploring the small house. “Oh… wow…” You hummed to yourself as you looked into both the bedroom, amazed to find that the bedroom was set up almost exactly like yours, and there was even a nursery. 

“I made sure that everything was just right for when we got here.” Seungmins voice behind you had you jumping a little, whipping around on your heel to face him. “I wanted you and Seungmi to feel comfortable here. Do you like it?” You quickly nodded, glancing back in the nursery and letting out a soft sigh. This surely wasn’t an AirBnB. 

Any inkling of a doubt that you had when you had first got there was fading the longer you were there. Truthfully, it felt nice to know that you and Seungmi were the center of his attention for however long it was that the three of you were there, and a part of you didn’t want to leave the small house that was beginning to feel more like home than the house you had back in the city. 

Mornings were spent lazily lying in bed, content in the warmth of the sun that shone brightly through the drawn curtains. There was no rush to get up and start the day, and even Seungmi seemed to be more relaxed in the quiet, calm setting, sometimes sleeping in through the morning to the point that you or Seungmin had to wake her up to eat. 

Afternoons were reserved for exploring the wooded area, reveling in the way the burbling lake sounded when it echoed off the trees, the way the animals seemed scurried down the paths that the three of you walked along and the birds sang from the branches overhead. You’d have picnics in the clearing that was shaded by the leaf lined branches, and Seungmin would be sure to capture every single moment on his camera, smiles and still frames of laughter perfectly caught to be looked back upon forever. 

Evenings and late nights were meant for sitting on the small balcony out back, watching the sky change from bright blue to tangerine pink and orange, Seungmi sitting calmly on Seungmins lap while he counted out the stars as they became visible in the sky. He’d sing softly to her, his voice mingling in with the sounds of nature the perfect lullaby to her tiny ears, lulling her into a peaceful sleep. Once she was in her crib, he’d return to you, taking his spot beside you on the porch swing and pulling you against his side. It was the closest you’ve ever felt to him, it was the happiest you’ve felt since the day you had Seungmi. 

You had fallen in love with the home, with the land around it. You had fallen in love all over again with the Seungmin that lived with you in this home, the Seungmin that made you feel like the only girl in the world, the Seungmin that laughed and joked and played around with no schedule to hold him up or call him away from his family. He was carefree and he was happy. You didn’t want to leave. 

“Minnie…” You lilted as you snuggled up beside him in bed, your arm draped loosely over his bare chest as he brushed his fingers through your hair. He hummed softly, and even in the dark of the room, you could tell he was smiling, he was always smiling when he was here. “Do we have to go home soon?” You posed the question lightly, not wanting him to think that you wanted to go home now, but also not wanting him to think that you didn’t want to go home at all. You wouldn’t mind an extra couple of days there, or maybe another week if it were possible. 

His tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth as he thought, his hand stilling in your hair, a couple strands still caught between his fingers. “I do have to get back to work at some point…” He mused, and you couldn’t help the pout that began to tug at the corners of your lips. It was so easy to forget that he actually had other things to do, he had a career that he had to focus on. “But, if you want to stay here for a little longer with Seungmi, you can. I’ll go to work, and I’ll come back to this home when I’m done. It won’t be any different.” 

That was the thing though, it would be different, it would be nothing like how things were now because he wouldn’t be there with you. The only reason you came to love this home was because he was in it with you, because you got to spend every single waking and sleeping moment with him and so did Seungmi. Once he went back to work, it would be exactly the same as back at your home in the city, except you’d have to wait even longer for him to make the commute to the little house and he’d have to leave even earlier in the morning to get there. “No… No, it’s alright… We can go back when you’re ready…” 

It was so hard to hide your sadness, and he picked up on it immediately, he always did. “Don’t be sad, sunshine. You know that I loved every single moment that I got to spend with you and Seungmi while we were here.” His fingers brushed lightly along your jaw and then down your shoulders, slowly sliding further and further down until stopping at your waist, pulling you closer to him. “I know you loved it too, and so did Seungmi. I’ve never seen the two of you so happy.” It’s because you were here with us, you thought, your arm tightening around his chest to keep him closer to you. “I think it’s far nicer out here than it is in the city anyway… Seungmi sleeps better, you sleep better. We don’t have to worry about anyone or anything…” 

Your head slowly nodded, he was right, he was always right about things like this. Seungmin knew best, he knew what was best for you and Seungmi. You knew that whenever he got upset or angry it was only because he wanted what was best for his family. “But… Work is so far away… You’ll have to do so much driving…” You murmured, not really sure what you expected to get out of the little bit of information that you were giving him, that you were sure he was well aware of, but he simply chuckled. 

“I’ll just work from home if I have to. We still have the dorms, I can stay there too on nights that I don’t feel comfortable driving home.” That didn’t sound much better, but the thought of him working from home, the thought of him still being home on days that he’s working, it was much better than him going in every single day. A couple nights of him not coming home and staying at the dorms didn’t seem so bad when you thought about the pros of actually staying in the little house. “It’s a nice place… I got it for us… For our family, and… I would much rather raise a family here than in the city… It’s better for all of us.” 

It had started out as a family trip, at least that’s what he had told you. In actuality, it was just another simple maneuver that would keep you away from the world, that would hide you and Seungmi away from the prying eyes of everyone around you. He made it seem so wonderful too, because he made sure that it would be wonderful, his precious family deserved nothing less than that, but it would be wonderful for him too. He didn’t have to worry about the neighbor that had his sights set on you, he didn’t have to worry about anyone now. 

You and Seungmi just meant too much to him, he needed to make sure that you were always safe, that the two of you would always be there when he got home, and now that this new home were in the seclusion of the forest that you absolutely loved, he didn’t have to worry about you going anywhere. This was perfect for him, far too perfect. You were happy, his daughter was happy, and he had gotten what he wanted without even having to argue for it. He truly had won, and now that his final plan had worked out, he’d never have to worry about losing, he’d never have to worry about anything at all. 

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Everyone are having doubts do you still believe in byler endgame and if you do how you think will be? Not what do you wants but what really will happens knowing the duffer and how they write the show.

Hey anon, thank you for the ask!

As far as Byler goes, I'm still at the same point I've been this entire time...I honestly and truly believe that the writing has hinted at, suggested, alluded to it being real. I h lol ave personally been on the "wrong" side of a different major fandom (which I won't mention here)---ridiculed, called crazy, obsessive etc--to then have everything we had claimed from the beginning be proven true in the final act. If you want to know what I'm talking about you can probably figure it out from my profile or you can message me and I'll go on that rant in private lol.

Either way, my point is.....everything that is happening in this fandom...mimics that one entirely. It is a fandom that is dominated by a generally male, white, hetero-normative point of view. And so I think it's easy to lose hope, it's easy to give in to those people telling you that you're crazy for seeing what you're seeing.

But what it comes down to in the end is, most of us have been here since season 2. Most of us have been noticing the hints for years. And after season three, I'm not really sure what people are looking at if they are not seeing the complicated relationship that Mike has with El and Will. It is a canon fact that he cannot balance them emotionally. When one is in his life, the other is out. Season 3 proved that when they are both in his life at the same time, he cannot make it work. When he is paying attention to El, he is hurting Will. When he is paying attention to Will, he is hurting El. And this all comes to a head in season 4.

And season 4 is interesting to me because once again, El is (after a few episodes) quickly removed from Will and Mike's immediate story line. Mike, once again, ends up with Will in situations that make them work together. Situations that make them be emotionally vulnerable with each other. Situations that allow them to become closer.

I firmly believe that there is a reason, besides Mike being emotionally stunted by his family, that he can't say "i love you" to El. I think that the writers' had specific intentions when they wrote Mike's "love confession" to El as a direct response to Will's emotions. I firmly believe that if I was supposed to be rooting for El and Mike to be together, I as an audience member, would have been given a private, softly lit, romantically coded emotional scene between Mike and El post "2 days later". But we didn't. The softly lit, emotional, intimate moment we got? Was with Will.

Furthermore, El and Will have been directly paralleled since season one and since season 2 both of their storylines have directly revolved around Mike. And one character, Will, has been the one that has been show to need and want Mike in the way that he needs to be needed and wanted. Will has been the character that specifically benefits from Mike's attention and love. El's journey has always been for herself. It has always been figuring out where she belongs in the world and claiming her autonomy from Brenner (and Henry and many others).

As for how I believe the Duffer's will accomplish this? I have as good a guess as the rest of you. I am just a humble fan. But from the context clues that we've been given throughout the show....I have a hunch that El and Will will discover some sort of connection between the two of them. This connection will probably directly relate to the pull they feel towards Mike. I think that El will continue her journey from season 4 of self-discovery and standing on her own two feet, rejecting the men (people) around her who tell her they know what she wants/needs/desires. I think that Will will have his "coming of age". He will finally accept himself for who he is. I think it will be revealed that Will has some sort of direct connection to either the Upside Down or Henry himself. I think that he is the "cure" or the "key" to healing what has been broken. I really love the "wonder twin" idea that Will and El will work together to defeat Vecna.

And finally, I think that Mike, the knight, the paladin, the heart of the party....he'll finally realize where his heart truly lies. And Will, understanding that his love is reciprocated, that their love is true. I really think it will, in some way, (even if it's one small working part in the huge machine that is Stranger Things), help defeat the evil that has reigned over Hawkins for too long.

Maybe I'm too much of a romantic. But I'm gonna continue to believe it until I'm proven wrong. I will be the first to admit defeat as it comes, but for me....

There are just too many parallels, hints, subtext etc. for me to believe anything else at this point. I don't think the Duffer Brothers are pulling our leg, I don't believe they are trying to queerbait us, I don't believe they made this show for the people of Reddit and Facebook. I truly think, when they said it was for the "outsiders" and the "misunderstood" they meant it. And imo, Byler is a real part of that that will be made clear in the final act.

Let's hope we're right! <3