#me: b****slapped by a trailer

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers Trailer | Kantbison + UNHINGED

CURRENT CAUSE OF DEATH.

I'm sorry - they did not prepare us for this. BDSM??? A 500-Days-of-Summer DANCE NUMBER?! THESE TWO ARE GOING TO BE SO INSANELY DERANGED AND CHAOTIC, I LOVE THAT FOR THEM.

[crappymixtape]

because of you • part one

PART II • PART III • PART IV • PART V • EPILOGUE // REQ -> @sattlersquarry ❝ an enemies to lovers fic with Steve? 💙 maybe they have to put aside their differences to fight upside down stuff and realize they actually have a lot in common 👀 • 18+  | ( 2.1k – little bit of king!steve, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, enemies to idiots in love, steve x reader )

B E C A U S E O F Y O U • P A R T O N E 🎶 good girls ( john carpenter remix ), chvrches

“Why is she even here?”

“Steve!”

A loud smack cut the air in two as Robin slapped a hand against Steve’s shoulder, rendering the rest of group there in Max’s trailer silent.

Your arms were crossed tightly over your chest, cheeks burning under his gaze, lips twisted into a scowl and trying hard to hold back the daggers you wanted so badly to throw at him.

“She doesn’t know what the hell we’re up against! How’s she supposed to–“

“Steve, none of us knew either, cut her a break.”

“Cut her a break and then what? We all get eaten by a fucking melted people monster?”

“That’s not fair–“

“It’s fine! It’s fine, Nancy,” you cut the girl off, standing quickly from your spot on the couch.

They’d been talking like this since you showed up. Like you weren’t right there in the room with them and honestly you kind of wished you weren’t anymore.

“I need some air,” you grumbled before giving Steve a pointed glare and shouldering open the front door.

The air outside was crisp as you sat down on the front stoop. Not a cloud in the sky and sunlight washing everything in soft golden light, but it all still felt so dark. Like it was harboring thick shadows. Long, spindly, and pitch black. Waiting to wrap their twisted fingers around you.

Waiting to dig into you and squeeze tight.

Waiting to lift you twenty feet into the air and snap your bones like twigs.

Waiting to leave you for dead.

And here was Steve fucking Harrington asking what right you had to be there. Asking what purpose were you gonna serve amongst this “holier than thou” joke of an army. Steve, Robin, Nancy and Eddie had already gotten their asses handed to them by what they’d called demobats, Steve arguably needing serious medical attention, and they wanted to go back? It took everything you had to not leave right there on the spot.

Hell, maybe you should, you thought for a minute. You didn’t owe them anything, especially Steve, but you did owe it to your best friend. The one who basically had a hit out on him. The one who wouldn’t hurt a goddamn fly, but all of Hawkins had already decided he was guilty and you weren't about to leave him.

Eddie.

❝ SO SAVE YOUR BREATH, GIVE A LITTLE OF WHAT YOU HAVE LEFT – DO THEY KNOW SOMETHING I DON’T? ❞

You met him two years ago under the bleachers at the Homecoming football game. It seemed like the perfect place to smoke the joint you’d messily rolled in the car right before you’d come into the stadium and apparently you’d been right, but someone else had already laid claim to it...

“Hate to break it to you sweetheart, but this is kind of my spot.”

He’d been all black leather and denim. Dark curls and clove. Silver rings and chains and heavy boots and maybe you should’ve been more intimidated, but the smile lines at the corners of his mouth gave him away.

“Don’t see a sign anywhere,” you’d shot back, no hesitation. Looked over at him all skeptics and attitude and took a long drag from your joint. Blew the smoke off in his direction and it made him grin like an idiot.

“Been sellin’ weed down here for like…the last three years so–actually, yeah. What the fuck, man. Someone owes me a sign.”

...And that was it, you were a goner. Laughing mid-toke and coughing so hard you cried and it made him feel so bad he gave you a baggy for free. Eddie "the freak" Munson and you – best friends.

Skipped all the stupid dances and football games with you. Paraded around the lunch room like an idiot with you. Threw fries back at the jocks for you when they called you a loser and sat on the floor in the bathroom with you when you cried.

So fuck “King Steve” Harrington.

You had every right to be there, probably even more than he did and you were gonna tell him to his face, but—

“Can I sit?”

The sudden sound of someone else made you jump.

“Jesus, Eddie.”

“Sorry,” he chuckled and sat down next to you. Gave you a sidelong glance and a small lopsided smile. “He’s really not so bad–”

“You’re joking. Right? Tell me you’re joking.”

The boy hummed, dropped his gaze down to the rings wrapped around his fingers and twisted the one on his thumb.

“He doesn’t want me here. None of them do,” you grumbled, frustration fed further by his non-answer and it pulled his eyes back up to you.

“Hey now, that’s not true–”

“Yes it is! Even Nancy looks at me like a kicked puppy.”

That pulled a laugh from him. Made him scoot closer to you and bump his shoulder into yours. “Listen, sweetheart,” the nickname made you soften, but you tried to keep your scowl in place, “We’re all in over our fuckin’ heads, hm? And Stevie boy…he’s seen some shit. He’s just trying to–”

“Just trying to what? Be a complete dickhead about it? Mission accomplished.”

Eddie sighed and roughed a hand over his face. Rested his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together. He knew what you felt because he’d felt it too. Knew what it was like to get laughed at and mocked in the lunch room. Knew how it was supposed to be between him and the other boy. Hell, he nearly cut Harrington’s face off with a broken bottle a few days ago, but one thing was clear.

Change was possible and Steve Harrington was proof, he just wasn’t great at showing it.

“Alright. He could be less of a dick,” he conceded, propping his chin in his hand and looking at you with his big brown eyes. How could you be mad at that?

You mumbled under your breath about that not being the only thing, but fine, okay, only for you, Eds.

Reaching over he flicked at your fingers and looked at you from under his curls with a stern pinch between his brows. “He’s helping me, sweetheart. They all are. Shit, without them I’d probably be in jail already. Or in Carver’s trunk,” he tried a laugh, but it fell short at the end with the weight of his words and it made you grab at his hand and squeeze it.

“Shut up,” you chided softly, no heat behind it. The anger that had been swelling in your chest all but extinguished.

Silence settled between the two of you then, heavy and tinged at the edges with worry. With everything that was at risk and it started to gnaw at the pit of your stomach. What if you couldn’t fix it? And even if you could, this Vecna asshole was about to end the world anyway so what the hell did it matter?

How were a bunch of kids going to do anything about it?

“Ahem,” the door knocked into your back and jolted you back to earth. Pulled a gasp from you and when you looked up over your shoulder you felt your anger return ten fold. “We’re leaving, geniuses,” Steve announced, pushing at you with the door.

“Least you know you’re an idiot,” you mumbled under your breath, standing up from your spot to glare at him at eye level.

“Real cute,” Steve shouldered past you on the stoop, took the last two steps in one go and turned to face you both as he landed on the grass. “For you, Munson,” he said, throwing a mask at Eddie, “Courtesy of Mayfield.”

“What’s that for?” you couldn’t help asking as Max appeared at your side and pointed so casually – too casually – at the mask.

“Gonna steal a Winnebago. Get that on, dingus. Let’s go.”

“Nice,” Eddie grinned up at the red-headed girl and yanked the mask on over his head, “Thanks, Red.”

“Let’s go,” Steve urged, waving his hands at everyone to get out of the house and you felt your heart racing.

“Steal a Winnebago? Eddie. Fuck that–”

“Honey, I’m already a wanted man–” Eddie cut you off and readjusted the ridiculous looking mask a bit. “–c’mon,” he said, tugging at your belt loop to get with it.

“I–that doesn’t mean you can just steal–”

“We’re way past that,” Dustin chimed in, shoving past you just like everyone else, “Besides, if the world’s gonna end anyway, what’s it matter?”

Shit. The kid had a point. It was probably fine. It was just a trailer. Maybe you could give it back afterward? You needed it more than they did. Right?

“Dammit,” you grumbled under your breath, now the only one still standing around. “Wait for me!”

❝ THEY TELL ME I’M HELL-BENT ON REVENGE, I CUT MY TEETH ON WEAKER MEN, I WON’T APOLOGIZE AGAIN ❞

The first time you ran into Steve Harrington was sophomore year. In the hallway before Click’s class. You were cramming everything into your bag, but struggling with your history book when you heard it coming.

Tommy Hagan’s stupid laugh.

Your stomach sank, eyes glued on your things and trying to ignore it. He was in your science class the year before along with his ditzy girlfriend Carol and they always made sure to get a spot in the back just to make out.

“Need some help?”

When you finally looked up at him he’d stopped right in front of you, the grin on his lips sharklike as Carol smirked out from under his arm. Another boy you didn’t know was standing just behind them wearing a stupid member’s only jacket, half unzipped, and had hair that sat perfectly in place. Too perfect.

“That looks heavy, hm?” Tommy said grabbing your book, voice all saccharine sweet and sharp around the edges. Flipping through the pages he pulled a face, clicked his tongue and weighed it in his hand, then made a show of dumping it on the floor. “Whoops. Sorry!” he half-laughed and your cheeks burned.

“Bite me, Hagan,” you snapped back, bending down to grab your book, and it only made his grin grow wider.

“Ooo. She’s fiesty today, Stevie. I like it.”

And then he chimed in. Stevie. The had-to-be-douchebag that everyone called 'King Steve.'

“Probably on her period,” he said scoffing a laugh, all confidence and bravado and the look on his face was so smug. Thought he was so clever and funny and when you finally turned around it was to take the two steps up to him in one.

“Really? My period? So original.”

It made him swallow hard. Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he blinked back the flicker of surprise glinting in his eyes. He took a quick glance at Tommy like he didn’t want to disappoint him and then hardened his expression. Crowded down over you and nodded.

“Explains you being such a bitch.”

And it took the air from your lungs. Stuck in your sides sharp like a knife and you felt your throat tighten as Tommy and Carol snickered, but you wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. Not here.

“Yeah. Bet you wish you had an excuse for being such an asshole,” you cut at him and it pulled an Oh shit! out of Tommy as he doubled over laughing, Steve’s mouth dropped open in shock.

Your feet couldn’t carry you away fast enough as you shoved your book in your bag and turned to leave, but you refused to run. Refused to let them see weakness, and as Tommy yelled down the hallway after you about tampons you raised a middle finger high in the air to punctuate just how much you hated them all.

Eddie met you in the bathroom after that, the one nobody used on the other side of school, and you told him everything. He let you have the joint he had tucked behind his ear for emergencies, listened to you and told you they weren’t worth it. Especially not Steve. Because even though Tommy started it, Steve was the one who dug in. Could have left it alone but didn’t and that was what really got you.

How obvious it was he knew how shitty they were being, but went along with it anyway because he had to maintain his status. Had to uphold how ‘cool’ he was and keep the line in the sand drawn between him and ‘the freaks’ like you.

So he wouldn’t get a second chance.

And he wasn’t worth your time.

Not then and sure as hell not now.

[ NOTE: THIS IS PART ONE OF A THREE PART SERIES, PART TWO AND THREE TO COME SOON ]

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[crookedteethed]

Just discovered your blog and the startlet reader fic was amazing, I can totally see that becoming a series!!! Idk if you're into it but can I request an even darker fic related to that one shot, where producer!rafe does take her in as his own, but he's really mean and toxic to her?

Hope you have a good day 💗💗

A/N: Ahhh thank you for the request! 💕 I'm thrilled you enjoyed the Producer! Rafe fic, and I hope you have an even better day!! producer!rafe is literally the king of mind fucking reader in this 😭

Pairing: pornproducer!rafecameron x starlet!reader

Warnings: 18+ Oral (male receiving) + (mentions of fem receiving) con-non-con, drug usage, cursing, Rafe slaps reader with his dick, praise kink, power imbalance, Possessive!Rafe, reader is a p*rnstar, Rafe is a delulu asshole, slut shaming, low-key I think Rafe likes seeing reader have sex with other men but want to shame her for it : (

As your male co-star's plump lips encircled your swollen bud, you couldn't help but feel unease at the ominous gaze that appeared to track your every move, the gaze belonging to Rafe Cameron.

Rafe's intense body language clearly communicated frustration and anger, creating an intimidating presence on set. His cerulean eyes turned dark, and his puffed-out chest conveyed a sense of power and dominance, making it clear that he was not to be crossed. 

You didn't know what you were doing wrong. 

Could I be too lifeless? you think, leading you to arch your back from your co-star's touch, run your hands through his perfect Ken doll hair, and tell him, "How amazing this feels." This then prompted Rafe to call it "cut."

You were given a silk bathrobe to use as a cover, and a water bottle was offered to you before you departed the set, designed to resemble a feminine bedroom's interior.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stumbled upon Rafe, sitting on the couch in your trailer--doing a line of coke on the porcelain heart-shaped tray you brought from home. 

More so shocked to see him doing lines, not shocked to see him inside your trailer because he was always sniffing around your trailer and seeing what you were up to between breaks. 

You're the first to speak: 

"Whatever it is I'm doing wrong, I swear I'll do better on the next take, please don't fire me." 

The bustling nerves, the bright lights, and the presence of the camera all contributed to your performance feeling surreal in the moment. Now, as you stand before a visibly and deeply disappointed Rafe, you can understand why he appeared so frustrated.

Rafe scoffs. And through hooded eyes, he cuts another line with the credit card in his hand before he goes nose-first into the white powder. 

"I bet you fucking like that shit." he sniffs. 

The sensation of tiny insects crawling on your skin commenced, and before you had the chance to inquire, a response was already pouring out of Rafe's mouth: 

"You like having him fuck you." He spits. 

You were confused, to say the least, because when it came to your films, Rafe had a preference for only allowing oral activities rather than penetrative sex due to his belief that "Pretty girls don't do disgusting things."

"Rafe what are you talking ab--" The limited confines of your trailer emphasize Rafe's larger stature as he rises, interrupting your interaction.

"Fucking come here." He snatches your forearm in a bruising grip, hurling you onto the couch. 

He looms over you, his powerful physique obstructing any chance of you moving.

"Rafe, please--," you say, squirming as he forcefully removes your bathrobe, his strong hand then trailing down to cup your cunt. He seizes control of your body. 

"You're wet." He states. "You're fucking wet." He says again, this time with a laugh that lacks genuine amusement. 

"God, you're such a slut." He says, his calloused fingers cradling the edge of your chin, tilting your head up so his cerulean color eyes meet your glossy ones. 

"Always wanting it." he says insincerely. "That's why you really wanted to become a 'star', not because of fame, but because you always want your pretty hole dicked down." He spits. 

"No, I swear." You whimper.

Rafe's thumb wipes the tears that fall from the apple of your cheek, and he fakes a pout. 

"Somehow, I don't believe you." He says in a phony whimper that sounds similar to yours. 

"Y'know I can have you fired for some shit like this?" He says, back in his tantalizing tone. 

"Please Don't--" you choke over a sob. 

"I can fucking blackball your ass, make sure no one sees your name in the big spotlights." 

You were so close to achieving fame, with it practically within your grasp, your fingers nearly grazing the prize, only for it to be taken away at the last moment.

"Rafe, I swear I'll do better. Please don't do this to me," you say between choked cries. You start to forget what the dispute is about, but all you know is that your career is in jeopardy, and you must do anything to protect it. 

"Prove it to me," Rafe says. His favorite four words. "Prove to me you'll do better."

His blown-out eyes motioned down to his bulging cock. 

You blink slowly at him. 

His hand once cradled your chin, then yanks on your hair. 

Hastily, your trembling fingers work to undo his belt, your slender digits encircling the sturdy leather.

The moment your fingers unfastened his belt and tugged on the waistband of his jeans, Rafe's finger, still intertwined with your hair, pulled on it as he muttered impatiently, "Hurry up."

For the sake of your career, you obeyed Rafe's commands, freeing his hardened cock from the confinements of his briefs. 

Your body does that thing again when it goes against you, similar to what it did when your co-star was eating you out; your mouth waters at the sight of Rafe's hard pink cock. 

For one second, you look up at Rafe with wide, doe, teary eyes; it's a silent cry for help, hoping he sees your distraught state and thinks to himself that you could do no wrong. 

To your dismay, Rafe finds your pathetic look amusing, which only turns him on even more. With the movement of his pelvis, he uses his reddened—mushroomed—tip to slap your cheek lightly, snapping you back into the moment. 

Before putting him whole into your mouth, you slide his cock in between your lips slowly, flicking your tongue under the head of his dick where it meets his shaft.

Rafe winces at the feeling your slobbery tongue, praising you about how much of a "good slut" you are.  This urges you to take him whole, his wet, girthy length sitting in your mouth, weighing down your tongue. Rafe again yanks your hair, whispering, "I thought I told you to hurry up." 

And with the same hand that previously yanked on your hair, Rafe guided your head in a fast-paced—throat-burning—motion—his dick now effortlessly sliding in and out your throat.

The girth of his member gradually penetrated deeper into the back of your mouth with each bob of his splayed hand.

As Rafe started thrusting his pelvis into you, the sound of your strained throat was the sole audible noise emanating from your trailer:

"glug, glug, glug."

Rafe mumbles something to you, something about how he'd be an idiot to let you go, not with a pussy and mouth like this. However, all you can focus on is the discomfort in your mouth, how Rafe's size grows with each movement, and how you keep pressing your nails into Rafe's exposed thighs because you feel like you're struggling to breathe.

Your body was filled with conflicting sensations, pleasure, and discomfort. The burning in your throat and the soreness in your mouth were reminders of the intensity of the encounter. Yet, amidst the physical pain, an undeniable pleasure coursed through you, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

Which causes you to moan when Rafe announces that he is about to cum. 

You felt your eyes start to water as you gagged around him, your throat tightening. Rafe's grip tightened, his thrusts more intense as he came, his orgasm ripping through him. You continued to swallow around him, your throat burning and sore as he finished.

"Swallow it." He spits at you, his warm, thick seeds sludge down your gullet. 

This wouldn't be the first time Rafe came inside of you, so you happily swallowed his cum, opening your mouth wide to him to show your proof. 

"What did I tell you, always fucking wanting it." He smirks at you as he fixes himself. You wipe the drool and caress your draw as he does so. 

Then, to your surprise, Rafe takes your jaw in his fingers again and brings you into a passionate, sloppy kiss--tongue and all. 

"You do know that you're my favorite girl, right?" He says, a boyish smile tugged on his lips. "My star girl." 

The sudden change in Rafe's behavior left you feeling conflicted and uncertain. Your mind raced as you tried to make sense of the situation, questioning your desires and boundaries. It was a stark reminder of the complexity of human emotions and the blurred lines between pleasure and discomfort.

"So you're not going to get rid of me?" you squeak.

"Baby, I'm never letting you go; you're stuck with me." He says this in a lighthearted manner, but his words hold a much more profound significance than they may initially appear.

But who really has time to dissect every word Rafe says? After all, your career was saved, and you had nothing to fret about anymore. 

So, as you and Rafe walked back to set, Rafe's arm wrapped around your side, you had to regain your composure quickly and smile as if you could do the take all over again.

You knew you had to stay in character, and your reaction had to be perfect. You had to ensure Rafe was satisfied with the result and that you would remain a star, whatever it may take.

[joachimnapoleon]

My Napoleon Review

I really wanted to like this movie. When it was first announced, I was one of the people in our little community here with a hopefully-optimistic, wait-and-see approach. I wanted to love it the same way I loved Gladiator and Kingdom of Heaven and other historical epics that, despite not being historically accurate, still managed to hook me with good storytelling, excellent casts, and memorable battle scenes and imagery. Ridley Scott's Napoleon has none of the above.

You know what I liked about it? The uniforms. The uniforms looked magnificent and were probably the most accurate aspect of the movie. Almost like Scott had help from historians, but that can't be the case, because Scott says he didn't actually need historians to make Napoleon.

What I was not expecting from this movie was to be bored. Yet that's what I was, for at least the first hour and a half. I'm honestly just perplexed by this even now. I don't know how it's actually possible to make the life of Napoleon Bonaparte so thoroughly uninspiring and dull, but Scott managed to pull it off.

To be fair, he was aided in this superhuman effort by Joaquin Phoenix. I never in my wildest dreams could've seen him doing such a poor job with his interpretation of Napoleon. But honestly, the fact that he's too old for the role actually ended up being the least of what I disliked about this performance, which was basically everything. The early reports coming out when the movie was still being produced about Phoenix putting a lot of effort into understanding Napoleon's psychology gave me what turned out to be a completely misguided hope. When you read descriptions of Napoleon from his contemporaries, you see an energetic, charismatic, vibrant being who exerted an almost inexplicable magnetism that drew people to him and inspired devotion and admiration, even among his critics. There is nothing even remotely inspiring, energetic, charismatic, or vibrant about Phoenix's grim, dour, monotoned Napoleon. He only ceases being grim and dour to become a clown, or to indicate to Josephine in some undignified manner that he is once again in need of sex (at one point he actually oinks repeatedly). In one scene he literally crawls under the dining room table towards her on all fours, while the embarrassed valets watch.

The relationship between Napoleon and Josephine is totally devoid of chemistry. Kirby's acting was fine, but she was given a trash script to work with. At one of their early meetings, Josephine flat-out spreads her legs in front of Napoleon, invites him to look down, and declares that once he sees what's down there, he'll never stop wanting it. It was the cringiest scene imaginable, and frankly an insult to the real Josephine's memory, as were the pathetic sex scenes. The scene of the official divorce is stripped of any dignity by Scott, who decided to have Josephine randomly chuckle at various points while reading her statement, and then made it even worse by having Napoleon actually slap her across the face.

Even the battle scenes were a joke for the most part, and that was the one area where I was certain this movie would shine. It's the usual fare of Side A charges across an open field at Side B, with no discernible tactics whatsoever. Napoleon yells "Send in the infantry!" Shortly after that, "Send in the cavalry!" Corps, regiments etc are just nonexistent; the armies are just big masses hurtling towards each other while the artillery blasts continuously. The Borodino battle scene lasts maybe two minutes and was just disappointing on every level, like damn near everything else in this movie.

Oh, remember that bit from one of the trailers of Napoleon charging headlong, saber drawn? That actually occurs during the Borodino scene. The battle during which real-life Napoleon was uncharacteristically lethargic (and possibly ill) and barely left his tent. And then to top it off, Scott also has Napoleon ride into the fray during the Waterloo scene, and start cutting English soldiers down with his saber like Mel Gibson's William Wallace in Braveheart. I almost fell out of my chair laughing.

The guy they cast to play Wellington appeared to be at least 60 years old. Christopher Plummer he was not. I'm actually planning to watch Waterloo sometime this weekend as a pallet-cleanser.

I imagine the eventual four hour director's cut Scott has spoken of will flesh the narrative out more, but I'm not even sure I'm interested in seeing it after this. I can only hope the rumored Spielberg HBO series on Napoleon will transpire and put in the effort that Scott was not willing to.

Well, the good news is that Rod Steiger is no longer my least favorite Napoleon.

[pankowperfection]

Can't Go Back

Summary: Years of resenting JJ for hating you finally comes to a boiling point

Warnings: smut, drinking, mentions of weed, semi public sex, rough sex, 18+

A/N: this one goes out to @pankhoeforlife and the season 3 obx trailer that made us both feral. also gif credits to @pankhoeforlife

You were a Pogue through and through, growing up on the Cut and always hanging out with the rest of the gang. For as long as you could remember, JJ had always been cold towards you. He had no issues spending time with Kie or even Sarah, but for some reason whenever you came around he made an excuse to disappear.

Over the years your crush on him grew deeper. The soft, cute roundness of a younger guy turned into sharp lines and strong muscles of a man. You lived for the days where you got to watch him surf from the beach, manipulating his body in ways that took your breath away.

Of course you weren't the only one who took notice of his change in looks. There was no shortage of local girls or tourons who weren't lined up and ready to jump into bed with him. His reputation had gotten out of hand, a supposed god at using his tongue and extremely skilled at fucking girls into oblivion.

Kie was tired of you pouting at the bonfire tonight, making sure your cup was never empty. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" you slurred, head already buzzing from the previous drinks she'd made you.

"Nah, I just want you to have fun. Let's go dance!"

Reluctantly you let her lead you over towards the other party goers, swaying your bodies together to the music. As the minutes passed you started to actually enjoy yourself, laughing and dancing with Sarah and Kie.

At some point you ended up alone while they went to refill their cups. You wandered around, searching for John B or Pope to keep you company. Instead you stumbled upon JJ, making out with some blonde tourist a few feet away from the fire. Anger flushed hot through your body, storming over to where their bodies were wrapped around each other.

He heard you approaching, breaking the kiss just in time for you to throw the rest of your drink in his face. "I fucking hate you! Why do you sleep with anyone else but me?," you scream, not caring that people are starting to stare. You can see the rage behind his blue eyes, silently wiping the alcohol from his face before pushing to his feet.

"Let me take care of her, before she embarrasses herself even more." The girl laughs, shooting JJ a flirty wink that makes you lunge to punch her in the face. He wraps his arms around your body, throwing you over his shoulder like nothing as he carries you away from the crowd.

"JJ, I swear if you don't put me down I'm gonna kill you." You slap at his back, desperate to get free of the iron grip he has across your thighs.

"Shut up y/n. You've caused enough trouble for one night." He stomps the rest of the way up to his bike, setting you down on your feet.

You watch as he throws one leg over, straddling the machine, muscles rippling beneath his cutoff t-shirt. You've never been more turned on in your life, something about the way he was in total control and how his body looked perched on the seat made you snap into action.

You close the short distance between you, leaning over the handle bars and grabbing onto the back of his head. You slam your lips into his, savoring the flavor of beer mixed with the signature JJ tinge of weed.

At first he's so shocked he doesn't respond, but after a few seconds his hands are in your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss as his tongue swipes into your mouth.

He's the first to pull away, dismounting the bike and backing you up against the nearest tree. His hands are rough, tugging the ties on your swim top before tossing it away, instantly going to roll your nipples between his fingers. You groan at the feeling, pushing your chest forward to meet him.

He smirks darkly, sliding one hand down your torso before teasing just underneath the waistband of your shorts. "J please. Touch me."

He chuckles, undoing the button and zipper of your shorts before pushing them down to your ankles. Suddenly you're facing away from him, hands against the tree as he pulls your ass backwards.

His hot breath tickles your ear before you feel his teeth sink into your neck, surely leaving a huge bruise for everyone to see. "I plan to do a lot more than touch you princess. Just know, there's no going back after this."

You hear his zipper, mind racing at the thought of him stretching and filling you. He teases his cock through your folds, letting a moan slip at the feeling of your hot skin against his. "For someone who hates me, you're pretty wet," he teases, catching his cock on the edge of your entrance.

You can't wait any longer, throwing your hips back and forcing him to fill you up. You both curse at the sensations, your back arching naturally to let him in deeper. "Fuck, you feel like heaven. You better hold on tight sweetheart."

His grip on your hips is tight enough to bruise but you don't care, lost in the feeling of his cock slamming in and out of you. His pace is brutal, each powerful thrust knocking your body forwards against the tree, bark biting into your bare breasts. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending you closer and closer to your high.

He winds one hand into your hair, pulling roughly and making you cry out at the burn. The new angle sends him impossibly deeper, brushing against your cervix with each thrust. "Oh shit. I'm gonna cum J, don't stop."

A few strokes later and you fall apart with a scream, clenching his cock as wave after wave of euphoria washes over you. "Fuck y/n," he groans into your ear, hips stilling as you feel his hot cum fill you up. You wince when he pulls out, already sore from his size and his roughness.

When you turn around to face him you melt at the smile on has face, dimples on display as he takes in your fucked out appearance. "Well, that wasn't how I expected tonight to go. Next time you want to hook up, please don't throw a drink in my face."

You shove him playfully, letting him lead you back over to his dirt bike. Once again you have to stop and appreciate just how hot he looks. He catches you staring, shooting you a knowing smirk. "What can I say? I like a man who knows how to ride."

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When The Party’s Over XV (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Warnings: mentions of NON-CON, DUB-CON, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, forced pregnancy, mentions of abortion, forbidden relationship, violence, jealousy, mentions of stalking, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, corruption, public sex, innocent reader, Heyward!reader

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summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, you’re finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk away…especially when he refuses to let you.

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You stared into the dark trailer with Rafe at your back, his light and even breathing in your ear as he slept. It was amazing, really, how soundly he could sleep after raping you while you hadn’t closed your eyes once. Not once, and you didn’t know if that was a blessing or curse, fully awake when Rafe stirred sometime in the night, lips searching for yours again and hands tightening around your waist.

You’d been too numb to even cry when he slid his cock into you, much rougher than he had been before, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud. He’d repeatedly kissed you, breathing you in and dragging his lips over your face, namely the bruise that was no doubt on your cheek. He didn’t stop until you came around him, gasping into the crook of his neck and milking him as he spilled into you.

That was hours ago, and you hadn’t even tried to go to sleep.

His words to Barry about leaving early were in your head, and you swallowed, looking around in the darkness. You didn’t know what time it was, didn’t even know where you were, but you knew that if Rafe woke up, you were never getting away from him. The first time you shifted, Rafe made a noise, and your heart skipped a beat.

Rafe wasn’t the lightest sleeper, but he wasn’t someone you thought you could easily sneak away from either.

…but you had to try.

Slowly lifting his arm, you sank your teeth into your lip, moving inch by inch off the couch. You could make out the shape of a pillow on the floor, and you were quick to replace yourself with it. Rafe gave no indication that he was awake, breathing still even, and your body felt like it was being controlled as you felt around for his shirt. You wasted no time in slipping it on, resigning yourself to getting out of here without pants or shoes.

It was too dark, and too risky, to feel around for his keys. Rafe had a habit of leaving his truck unlocked, so confident and sure that no one would dare steal from him. The door made no noise when you gradually crept it open, eyes on Rafe’s sleeping figure the whole time. You didn’t look away once, even as you crawled outside and closed it back.

It was only when your feet touched grass did you run, opening his truck door and feeling around for your phone. It was dark outside still, and when it finally turned on, you confirmed that it was five in the morning. You didn’t know how early Rafe planned on getting up, and so you unlocked your phone and sprinted out of the yard.

A scary amount of messages from Sarah and John B. greeted you. You were even more shocked to find some from an unknown number, a message telling you that it was JJ. You shuddered at the cool morning air, moving closer to the road as you called Sarah.

She picked up on the first ring.

“Are you okay? Where the hell are you- where did you go?”

She sounded panicked, and you closed your eyes.

“I… Can you come get me?”

Your voice was low, and Sarah paused. The events of last night were starting to sink in, and every time you thought about them, you wanted to be sick.

“Yeah,” she exhaled. “Just keep your phone on.”

“Okay,” you softly said. “Sarah…?”

You stopped her before she could hang up.

“Have you talked to Pope?”

“No,” she said, sounding irritated by that. “We haven’t gotten a hold of him. When we do, he’s going to be so mad, you know that, right?”

You swallowed, gaze falling to your feet.

“I know.”

Funnily enough, you didn’t think you cared.

A cool breeze ruffled Rafe’s shirt, and you clutched your phone to your chest. You didn’t even care that you were on the side of the road in nothing but an oversized shirt, Rafe’s dried cum sticking to your thighs. You cringed at the feel, eyes watering, and for the first time in a while, you didn’t know what today would bring.

Rafe had crossed a line you never thought he would.

He’d officially checked off every box, and your stomach churned. He’d verbally and physically abused you, but rape was something you just didn’t think he was capable of. It had taken nothing at all for him to hold you down and force himself on you, completely ignoring your tears and discomfort. It was like you didn’t even matter outside of what you could give him, and in all the times Rafe had hurt you…he’d never made you feel like that before.

A familiar van that you’d seen in passing was slowing down when you looked up, and you didn’t even feel relief when Sarah and John B. hopped out. Sarah’s gasp was loud with one look at you, and John B. didn’t look anything at all like the relaxed guy you were used to seeing.

“When your phone said you were here, I almost didn’t believe it,” Sarah breathed, reaching for you.

John B. shrugged off his jacket, putting it around you, and the blonde led you to her boyfriend’s van.

“Y/N, what happened?”

You shook your head, unable to find the words to even explain. You hadn’t slept all night, and that was what you wanted more than anything in this moment. Sarah clearly wanted to press you for answers, but as you sat down in the back of the van, her hand reached up to ghost over your face. The look in her eyes confirmed that a bruise was indeed there.

“Okay,” she quietly relented. “We’ll take you home-.”

“No.”

She looked started at your sudden response, tone harsh. You swallowed, shaking your head as you met her eyes.

“Please, don’t take me home. I can’t…I can’t go home,” you forced out.

When Rafe woke up, there was no doubt in your mind that was the first place he’d look, and you were sure a window wouldn’t stop him, now. He didn’t care, anymore. Sarah looked confused and worried by your words, glancing over to look at John B. After a while, she finally responded.

“Okay,” she quietly said. “Okay, that’s fine. We’ll���”

She looked at John B. again, gaze falling to you again.

“We’ll take you back with us.”

You nodded at that, and just before she closed the door, you flung your phone out into the road. The action shocked her, and she looked back to you with a slight frown, but you simply shook your head, signaling for her to just leave it. When she joined John B. in the front seat, you laid down, your body protesting the sleep you’d deprived it of.

You could feel her gaze on you as your lashes fluttered, and as you slowly assured your mind that you were safe, your body started to relax. A few tears spilled over, and you buried your face into your hands, frame trembling as you cried yourself to sleep.

When you woke up, it was because Sarah was shaking you awake. You surmised that you were back at John B.’s, and she was gentle in helping you up, warily eyeing you, gaze lingering on your face…and your shirt. You could hear John B.’s voice as she helped you out, and you realized that he was on the phone…

With Pope.

“Well, that’s great,” his sarcastic tone reached your ears. “That’s great because while you and Kie were having a romantic night out on the water, your sister was getting socked in the face like she’s some dude!”

You flinched at the reminder, reaching up and brushing your fingers over your cheek.

“Hey, leave it,” Sarah softly told you, pulling your hand away. “Let’s put something cold on that.”

You stumbled into the house, and as Sarah sat you down on the couch, you could still hear John B. on the phone. When Sarah came back with some ice, again, you noticed the way her blue gaze lingered on your shirt, or, more accurately, Rafe’s shirt. You swallowed, avoiding her gaze as she gently pressed the ice to your face.

“Y/N…”

Her voice was soft.

“What happened last night? Who did this to you?”

You closed your eyes, leaning back on the couch and bringing your legs up. For the first time, you wanted to tell someone. Not just in passing, but really wanted to tell someone, not just to get it off your chest or because you felt guilty. You wanted help, needed it, but you didn’t know how. Especially to Sarah of all people. The blue of her eyes was so familiar, and you swallowed, looking away.

Rafe was her brother, and while they hated each other half the time as siblings sometimes do, this was a whole other level of horrible that even she probably didn’t think Rafe was capable of. You didn’t know how to look her in the face and tell her it was her brother who did this, who hit you, abused you…raped you.

When you looked at her again, she was frowning at your shirt again, and you could see it on her face as she tried to figure out why it seemed so familiar to her. You pressed the ice to your face just as John B. called her name, and you laid down again. The ice was helping a bit, and you could feel yourself drifting off again.

The next time you opened your eyes, it was because an all too familiar voice was reaching your ears.

“Where is she? Did you call the police?”

“…and tell them what? She’s been in and out of sleep, Pope, we don’t know anything. What would we say?”

Pope’s face was suddenly in your vision as he knelt in front of you. The rag that had been holding the ice was completely soaked with water, now, and you sat up, gently wiping your face. When you looked at Pope head on, he froze, dark eyes glued to your face, and you decided then that you really needed to know what you looked like.

“What the hell?” he breathed, and you swallowed, wrapping your arms around yourself. “What the hell?”

He was standing, now, staring down at you in shock. His voice was clearer, now, louder, and his tone was angry. You only just noticed Kie standing behind him, wide eyes taking you in too, and she blinked, looking over her shoulder at Sarah who only sadly shrugged.

“Okay, you need to tell me what happened, last night,” Pope said, tone serious. “You remember, don’t you?”

You shakily nodded, kind of wishing you didn’t remember a thing, and that was when JJ came towards you with a cold beer. You thanked him, attempting to hold it to your face. You hadn’t even noticed he was here, too, and you wanted to be sick at the thought of coming clean in front of all of them. Your eyes watered again, and Pope noticed.

“Hey,” he gently said, kneeling again and making you look at him. “I won’t get mad.”

He shook his head, gaze reassuring.

“I promise, I won’t get mad.”

Your lips trembled, and you sniffed.

“Yes, you will,” you whispered. “Pope… You’re going to be s-so mad.”

He frowned at that, and tears finally spilled over as you swiped your tongue between your lips. Your stomach was in knots, and you dropped the beer, holding it in your lap. Your gaze lingered on it.

“I’ve been lying to you…”

You took a deep breath, and that was when you heard it. It was the sound of a vehicle tearing into John B.’s yard, drawing everyone’s attention. As Pope stood, a sinking feeling settled deep in your gut, and you turned to look out the window. You couldn’t see who it was, and you heard Pope huff just as Sarah cursed.

“Are you serious, right now?” she mumbled, running outside with John B. close behind.

Her reaction had that sinking feeling growing, and when Kie went outside too, Pope moved to join her.

“Wait here,” he softly told you, placing a hand on your head. “I’ll be right back.”

You pushed yourself to your knees, craning your head to look out the window.

“Uh, Rafe…” you froze. “What the hell are you doing here, man?”

John B.’s voice was less than cordial, and you slowly stood, legs trembling as you took a step back. Your heart started beating so fast that it literally took your breath away, and you struggled to breathe, chest heaving. The walls felt like they were closing in, and it was literally impossible for you to hold still, violently shaking.

“Hey…”

You’d almost forgotten about JJ, and when he neared you, you looked up, gaze meeting his worried one. Your lips were parted, and you couldn’t stop crying as you stared at him with wide eyes. The frown on his face was deep, and he worriedly looked you over, about to say something when he paused.

His hand was on your shoulder, and the blonde’s face slowly fell as he looked out the window…and then back to you. You took another step back, and JJ looked stricken as everything you’d tried to hide was all over your face. JJ didn’t hesitate, running outside and calling Pope’s name.

Their voices carried from the yard.

“You could’ve just texted or called me, you know,” Sarah said, wrongfully assuming he was here for her. “You have a phone.”

Her brother chuckled, and you knew him well enough by now to detect the underlying irritation. He was here for you, there was no doubt in your mind, and if so, that meant he’d already driven everywhere else he could think of.

“Not everything’s about you, Sarah,” he bitterly sneered. “I know you’re not used to that, but…”

You took a step to the right, half of Rafe’s face just barely in your line of vision, and your skin grew cold when he turned his gaze on Pope.

“I’m here for Pope.”

His words surprised all of them, except JJ who glanced towards the window, his gaze briefly meeting yours.

“Me?” your brother repeated, scoffing. “…and what do you want with me?”

“It’s your sister I’m looking for,” he said, and you almost collapsed. “I figured you’d know where she is.”

The silence was loud, and you pressed your hand to your mouth, an attempt to quiet your breathing.

“I’m sorry,” Pope eventually spoke. “My sister?”

“She here?”

“What the hell do you want with my sister?”

“She is, isn’t she…?” Rafe wondered, moving towards the house, but John B. and JJ were quick to step in his way.

“Hey, you can’t just show up here and think you can go wherever you want. This is my house,” John B. told the blond, stepping towards him. “…and I believe Pope asked you a question.”

Rafe stared him down, and then a grin was suddenly on his face, a humorless chuckle escaping him. His blue eyes roamed over the house, passing over the window, and you took a step back, paranoid that he could see you.

“Y/N!”

Your hand fell as he called your name.

“I know you’re in there,” he called, and that was when Pope finally moved, pushing at Rafe.

“Hey! What the hell do you want with my sister?” he repeated, tone hard, bordering on angry.

None of this felt real as you watched them stare each other down, Pope’s dark gaze holding Rafe’s blue one. You took a step forward, and for a moment, you really thought this was it. You thought this would be the moment you’d been dreading, and you weren’t mentally prepared to see them fight. Rafe had already proven he didn’t care about hurting Pope just to get you to do what he wanted, and you knew you wouldn’t hesitate to run out there if attempted to hurt him.

However, that didn’t happen.

Rafe’s expression shifted, a slow smile spreading along his pink lips as he eyed your brother. It wasn’t a bitter smile, no. This one was genuine, filled with mirth and mischief and smugness all in one. Your ex chuckled, pulling his lip between his teeth as he took a step towards Pope. He tilted his head to the side, slowly sizing Pope up from head to toe before letting out another soft chuckle.

“See, Pope,” he slowly drawled. “I would tell you…”

He reached up, gesturing between them with a grin.

“…but you might try to kill me.”

He laughed again, taking a step back as Pope took one towards him.

“What the hell does that mean?”

Rafe ignored him, looking over the house one last time before making his way back to his truck.

“Hey,” Pope called after him, and John B. and JJ moved to hold him back. “What the hell does that mean?”

Rafe ignored him, climbing into his truck, and even when he sped off, you felt no ounce of relief.

Your eyes fell closed when Pope stormed into the house, the door swinging against the wall. You ignored him as he called your name, collapsing onto the couch and dropping your head into your hands. It was amazing how close you had come to telling Pope in your own way, and like everything else in your life, Rafe screwed that up too. This wasn’t how you wanted him to find out, wanted any of them to find out, and you could hear Kie trying to calm Pope down.

“No! What the hell did he mean, Y/N?”

You leaned back against the couch, dropping your hands and not quite seeing any of them as you stared ahead. You struggled to swallow, blinking back tears and hating Rafe more than ever in this moment. It was quiet, and you could feel several eyes on you. Eventually Pope sighed, clearly trying to calm down, and he softly called your name.

When you reluctantly met his gaze, his eyes were pleading.

Pleading with you to deny what his mind had come up with.

“What the hell does Rafe Cameron want with you?” he slowly asked, and you took a deep breath.

“You know the answer to that Pope,” you mumbled.

He was shaking his head before you were even done, and when you looked over, you could see Sarah staring at your shirt with parted lips. Her eyes met yours, and you could tell that she finally placed where she recognized the shirt, and her worried gaze landed on Pope.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “No, I don’t, so why don’t you tell me?”

You sadly looked at him, and you could see Pope’s chest heaving, deep breaths leaving him.

“Pope…”

“Why is he looking for you?” he choked out, gaze tearful as he wanted you to say anything other than what he knew you were going to say.

Your gaze found the floor, and you felt…defeated.

“Pope, Rafe… Rafe was the father.”

You actually heard Pope sharply inhale, and when you looked up, he looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack. He wasn’t looking at you, taking a stumbling step back, and everyone else seemed to process your words.

“You…you’re pregnant?” JJ wondered, voice panicked.

Pope answered before you could.

“Not anymore,” he spat, stricken eyes meeting yours before turning and kicking John B.’s coffee table straight across the room.

“Pope,” Kie softly called, reaching for him.

Sarah slowly moved to sit down beside you as Kie tried to keep Pope from destroying John B.’s whole house. You didn’t look at her, you didn’t look at anyone, but when you did look over, her gaze was on your face, and you could see the realization sinking in.

“Rafe did this…?”

You didn’t answer her, closing your eyes and desperately wanting to disappear.

“Okay, hold on,” you heard JJ say. “Just…wait a minute.”

When you looked over, you could see that he was trying to make sense of everything. He was the first to realize that Rafe had something to do with last night, but you could see that he hadn’t imagined all of this, and he ran his hands through his blond strands.

“You…and Rafe...”

You could hear Kie whispering to Pope, and when you looked at him, his cold eyes were focused on the door.

“How…how long…?”

“…about half a year,” you quietly confessed, and Pope’s gaze snapped to you at that.

“What?” his anger was back. “That long? You’re not serious.”

You could see the mix of emotions in his eyes, betrayal above all else, and you looked down. That was exactly the look you’d been dreading.

“I broke up with him,” you told Pope. “I swear I did, but…”

You shook your head, eyes watering again, and you looked at Sarah.

“Sarah, he won’t leave me alone,” you choked out with a shrug. “I want nothing to do with him, and he…he won’t leave me alone.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered, and you shook your head.

“Look what he did to my face! What he did to Pope…!”

When you looked at your brother, his wide eyes met yours, understanding bleeding into them as he put the pieces together about what had happened with Rafe and Topper that day. More tears spilled over, and you shrunk in on yourself, legs pulled onto the couch.

“When things got bad…I broke up with him,” you whispered, refusing to go into detail. “I did the right thing, and I thought it was over. I thought you wouldn’t ever have to find out, but he’s been tracking my phone.”

Kie looked horrified when you looked up.

“I didn’t know, and I didn’t know how he kept finding me, and last night…”

“When we got there, you were gone,” John B. said. “…and we don’t know…we didn’t even know where to look.”

Pope stormed out of the house, and you flinched when the door slammed against the wall. JJ worriedly looked between you before following him, and John B. reluctantly went too. Kie hadn’t said much, clearly too much in shock and too horrified. She slowly straightened, taking slow steps towards you.

“Pope told me, you know,” she quietly started. “…about that bruise on your neck.”

You closed your eyes at that, feeling so stupid.

“Wait-bruise? This isn’t the first…?” Sarah trailed off, hand stilling on your back.

“I was an idiot,” you whispered, continuing when Kie tried to protest. “He was high…and we were…well, you know, and things just got out of control.”

You clenched your jaw, the action making your face hurt.

“He didn’t mean to, and he was so sorry, and so I just overlooked it,” you explained with a shrug. “…and he just kept having a lot of moments where he did things he didn’t mean to do…and then he was sorry…”

You wiped your face.

“…and one day, I couldn’t ignore it. He scared me so bad,” you shakily told them, remembering the water filling your nose and mouth. “I didn’t even want to see his face, anymore.”

It was silent, too silent, and you blinked, looking over your shoulder. Sarah spoke again though, and you looked at her.

“You don’t have to tell us what happened last night,” she assured you. “No one will blame you for whatever happened. I know how my brother can be, and I’ve seen it. I’ve seen people around him going along with whatever just to make him happy.”

You realized that Sarah took you wearing his shirt as a sign of the wrong thing, and you swallowed, skin pricking.

“I didn’t.”

You could feel their eyes on you as yours rested on your lap.

“I didn’t go along with anything,” you hesitantly said. “…but Rafe doesn’t really care about what I want when it comes to getting what he wants, so…”

You knew that your words, and the implication behind them, was sinking in.

“Let’s just say I had no choice in what happened last night.”

Sarah froze next to you while Kie jumped to her feet. When you looked up, she looked horrified and shocked all in one. It was then that she seemed to notice the silence too, and she looked out of the window with a slight frown.

“Where did they go…?”

You and Sarah looked over your shoulders out the window, and when Kie hurried outside, you both did too. The van was gone, and your heart sank to your stomach as your mind entertained thoughts of the very thing you’d been dreading.

“Oh my God,” Kie breathed, running inside.

“Sarah…”

“You…you should stay here,” she suggested, and you looked at her like she was crazy.

“Rafe jumped Pope just to hurt me,” you reminded her. “…and now my brother is going to confront him, and you don’t think I should be there?”

“Y/N-.”

“I’m not staying!”

When Kie returned, she had her keys in her hand. Truthfully, they both looked unsure, but with both of their boyfriends going to confront Rafe too, they obviously wanted to be present, and neither one seemed keen on leaving you here alone. With a sigh, Sarah grabbed your arm.

“Stay in the car,” she told you, pulling you along. “I don’t care what happens, you stay in the car.”

[mugloversonly]

Texts from my Exes

summary: Stevie drags Eddie to a party but promises to make it fun.

Late submission for week four @steddiesmuttyseptember Prompts: breeding kink | slap | loud | vibrator rating: E title is from I Like It by Cardi B full tags on AO3

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under the cut since it jumps right in

The vibrator hummed in Stevie’s underwear, reminding her it was there. She bit back a moan as she stared daggers at Eddie across the room. Her girlfriend was the picture of innocence, even as her hand was in her pocket playing with Stevie.

When Stevie proposed this little game earlier, she didn’t consider how sadistic Eddie could be when she tried. See, the party they were at was at Stevie’s sorority. Something Eddie hated attending, especially when people looked at her with barely hidden distaste, or they didn’t take no as an answer. Eddie was hot, everyone knew it, they also knew she was freaky in bed, which led to a lot of people trying to get with her much to her annoyance. But, Stevie knew she loved watching her be flirted with by dudes and turn them down. Eddie loved watching her fall apart and have to hide it, she loved knowing at the end of the night, Stevie would end up in her bed. So, to get her to the party, Stevie handed her a remote with a devious smile. “Whenever you get bored or anything, just hit the button.” Eddie tested it out immediately, almost sending her to her knees.

“Oh, baby. This is gonna be fun.” She smiled, that smile that sent a thrill of fear up Stevie’s spine.

The party raged on around her, but all Stevie could focus on was the constant thrum against her cunt, her eyes on her girlfriend, who was talking to her ex-boyfriend. Stevie scoffed. Every time he caught Eddie alone, Jason begged for her back, even when he had another girl. And if Jason was here, then so was her ex, Tommy. Great. She made her way over to Eddie, who thankfully, shut the toy off for the time being.

“Hey, baby.” She said kissing her on the cheek.

“Love bug!” She exclaimed as she turned her back to her ex in favor of her girlfriend. “You enjoying the party?” She asked mischievously. Stevie nodded shyly but before she could tell Eddie how much she enjoyed their game, a voice came from behind her.

“Stevie, still slumming it with this freak?” She rolled her eyes, Tommy. She turned to bite something back at him but Eddie beat her to it.

“Piss off, Tommy. She’s not interested” Eddie said. As soon as she finished speaking, Stevie felt the vibe turn on causing her to yelp. She stared at Eddie who smiled sweetly. “What is it, baby?” She asked innocently. Tommy, not one to be ignored growled at the women.

“I’m not talking to you trailer trash. Stevie, you know I was good for you. Your reputation is in the dumps thanks to this little phase.” Stevie tried to concentrate on Tommy’s words, but Eddie increased the speed of the toy.

“Look, Hagan. I don’t care what you think. I love Eddie and that’s that.” She said, trying her best to keep the breathlessness out of her voice. “I don’t have time for this.” She turned to Eddie and pressed herself against her, tits to hips. Eddie hummed softly as the vibe pushed against her body. Stevie kissed her hard, shoved her tongue into her mouth, and stroked hers with it. She took Eddie’s hand and placed it on her ass, ignoring the scoff of indignation from Tommy.

“We were in the middle of a conversation, slut.” Tommy said. He tried to grab Stevie’s shoulder to pull them apart, but Eddie flipped open her pocket knife with a growl.

“Touch my girl again and you lose a finger. Got it?” She gestured to his belt, “or another appendage.” Stevie kissed her way down Eddie’s neck. She loved when her girlfriend got all protective, it made her quake.

“Eddie, baby. Take me upstairs, I need you.” Steve declared, unashamed of those around her. Eddie took her hand with a smirk and led her up the steps, flipping Tommy and Jason the bird as she went.

~~~

They slipped into an empty bedroom, and locked the door behind them. Within seconds, Stevie was wrestling Eddie onto the bed. “Baby, you’ve been driving me crazy all night.” She mumbled against her lips. Eddie smirked and flipped their positions.

“You want me to do something about it?” She asked slyly. At Stevie’s nod, she got off the bed much to her dismay. She wasn’t alone for long though as Eddie reached into her bag and pulled out a double headed dildo.

“You brought that with you?!” Stevie exclaimed, delighted. Eddie cackled as she stripped.

“You think I’d get you this worked up just to not fuck you? You don’t know me at all do you?” Eddie unceremoniously undressed Stevie so they were both bare.

The two laid down again with Eddie on top. She kissed Stevie deeply, slipping her tongue inside her mouth. “Now, I don’t know about you, but I think we should let our exes know we’ve moved on once and for all. What do you think?”

“That’s a great idea, baby.” Stevie whispered against her mouth. Eddie pressed the tip of the toy to her folds.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you” Eddie said as she thrust practically half the dildo into her. Stevie moaned loud and long, with Eddie’s moan practically harmonizing with hers as she sat herself down on the other head. Together they took the whole thing with their cunts kissing softly between them. Eddie rolled her hips, driving the dildo deeper into Stevie, throwing one of her legs over hers so she had some leverage.

Stevie cried out as the toy hit her g-spot, she thrust her hips forward to return the favor and reached her hand down to rub circles into Eddie’s clit. “Fuck baby” Eddie moaned. She grabbed the middle of the toy and began moving it back and forth between them. “Look at your creamy cunt, getting my dick all messy.” Stevie looked down between their legs and gasped at the white ring of her slick coating the toy.

She practically wrestled Eddie onto her back and straddled her as best as she could. Her weight on the toy pushed it deeper inside them both, Eddie screamed in pleasure her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came. Her cum coated the toy with some rubbing against Stevie’s clit. She didn’t stop her hips or her hand as she rode Eddie into the mattress.

“Stevie...ba-aby. Right there, oh fuck” Eddie groaned. She latched onto Stevie nipples, sucking hard. “Scream for me baby.” She whispered against her chest as one hand went to Stevie’s cunt, slipping a finger in alongside the toy, and the other slipped a finger into her ass. With both her hands thrusting along with the toy, Stevie saw spots dot her vision as she screamed.

“Eddie! Eddie...fuck me!” Eddie bit down onto her neck, making a nice dark bruise.

“Whose cunt is this?” She whispered.

“Yours” Stevie replied breathlessly.

“Louder. Whose cunt is this?” She shoved a second finger in next to the toy, filling Stevie up even more.

“Yours...Your cunt Eddie!” She nearly sobbed.

“That’s my good girl.” Stevie came again at the name.

“Please Mommy. Fuck me! I wanna have your baby” She cried out, as she clawed at Eddie’s tits.

“You wanna make me a Mommy? You wanna be all round with my baby?”

“Yes! Fuck me! Breed me full!” Stevie screamed. With Eddie still moving her hips like she was, their clits brushed together and Eddie shuddered as she came a second time.

“I love you.” Eddie whispered as she collapsed onto Stevie’s chest.

~~~

A few minutes later, after they’d caught their breath, Eddie pulled out a package of baby wipes. Stevie chortled “you really came prepared huh?” She asked. Eddie smirked back at her.

“Are you kidding? I was gonna fuck you at this party regardless, but seeing you ignore Hagan to come up here and ride my dildo made me insane baby.” She stepped close to her girlfriend and used a baby wipe to clean her up, paying special attention to her center. She allowed Stevie to return the favor before they dressed and left the room.

They decided to get another drink before they left the party and on their way to the kitchen they saw their ex-boyfriends talking lowly to each other. Eddie smiled sweetly when they looked over at them and blew them a kiss. She yanked Stevie close to her by the waist and tucked her hand under her skirt to rest on her ass, giving it a light squeeze.

“Cave man” Stevie giggled.

“You know it baby.” Eddie said with a kiss to her cheek, exes forgotten.

[blackwithenby]

eddie was a virgin. of course he was. a, no guy wanted to have sex with him. b, if any guy was delusional enough to actually get into his pants, they'd see that he was not in fact a guy. and that despite his best efforts to convince everyone that he was a guy, underneath all that he was a still a girl. so, eddie was a virgin. and then along came steve harrington and his stupid big eyes and pretty smile and nice hair, and eddie found himself falling hard for this guy. of course. because he just had to go and fall for the most sought after man in hawkins. and then, as if his little crush wasn't enough, one of the kids he played d&d with started showing up to sessions with him. dustin henderson. steve was his idol, if the way dustin talked about him was anything to go off of. but of course, having steve harrington as dustin's babysitter meant that steve showed up at every. single. session. sooner or later, one of them got around to awkwardly asking the other out. it was a simple dinner, at a diner that eddie had frequented as a kid with wayne. the night ended with giggling and a rushed kiss on the cheek from steve. they went on a second date the next week. about two or three dates later, eddie found himself against the door of the trailer, steve's lips leaving hot, messy kisses down his neck. a hand started to slip up his shirt, and eddie quickly slapped it away, breaking out of the daze. "don't," he gasped, gently pushing steve away. "i- you don't want to do this." steve just shook his head in confusion, panting and pushing his hair out of his face. "eddie, what're you talking about? of course i do." "no, no, because-" eddie grunted in frustration, rubbing his face and looking down. "no, you don't. because i'm not- i'm not what you're expecting, and you're going to see me and leave." steve was absolutely baffled, and took a step towards eddie. "what, do you have a small dick or something?" he chuckled awkwardly. "...no. i don't...i don't have one," eddie muttered, too ashamed to meet the kind gaze that he knew he didn't deserve. "i don't have...guy parts." it took steve a second to put it together, but when he did, he just kissed the top of eddie's head. his hands travelled to the metalhead's waist and pulled him into a hug. "and?" he mumbled. "you're still eddie. you're still my eddie." my eddie. "no, but, you don't understand! i'm not a guy, not really!" that earned him a chuckle, and he looked up, finally meeting steve's eyes. "yes, you are, eds. i'll admit, it wasn't what i was expecting, but that doesn't change anything. you're still my eddie." he almost sobbed with relief, burying his face in steve's chest and mumbling quiet thanks to steve. the night took a sweeter turn, ending with both of them curled up on the couch, asleep in each other's arms. (they had another date the next night and eddie found himself falling asleep, tucked in steve harrington's arms, no longer a virgin.)

[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 6 Prompt: Baking & Cookie Decorating

Tags: Gingerbread Competitions, Banter, Holiday Fun, Steve Harrington Is A Little Shit, Eddie Munson Is A Menace, Competitiveness, Dustin Henderson Is A Little Shit, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship

wc: 2062 | Rating: G

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When Eddie first brought up the annual Forest Hills Gingerbread Competition, Steve thought he was exaggerating. Hawkins is a small town and he’s pretty sure he would have heard of such an event if it existed.

It also doesn’t help that Eddie has a tendency to exaggerate just about everything. Steve still hasn’t forgiven him for the time he walked in on him distraught on the floor because  Bradley’s Big Buy was out of Honeycomb Cereal for the second week in the row. The urge to call his own Code Red and ring Eddie’s neck had never been stronger.

The Forest Hills Gingerbread Competition is a big deal though, judging by the bustling activity he finds when he turns into the trailer park. It’s not unusual to see so many people out and about — no matter the hour Steve drops by, there’s always someone out smoking or playing with a dog or sometimes even doing laundry. What is unusual though is the sight of nearly every resident out and about.

The picnic tables that are usually scattered around the park have all been pulled together in the hub. Even with them all pulled together, there’s not enough space. Steve spots at least four or five fold-out tables in the mix. An assortment of chairs circle the tables which are all stockpiled with various gingerbread pieces and frostings.

Steve whistles, shaking his head as he b-lines for Wayne in the crowd. “Eddie wasn’t exaggerating about this event.”

“Not one bit,” Wayne says, offering Steve his version of a smile. “Braggin’ rights are on the line.”

“Screw bragging rights. I’m here for the $200!” Max chimes in from across the yard.

“$200? You said it was only $100!” Dustin squawks beside her. “If it’s $200, you owe us more than $25!”

“I didn’t know you four would be here,” Steve deadpans, crossing the short distance to their table. His delivery may be dry, but he can’t deny the warmth blossoming in his chest seeing Max, Lucas, Dustin, and El gathered around a table for something fun for once. He’s not going to tell them that though.

“Boyfriend duties,” Lucas smiles as Max rolls her eyes.

“Are you here to help us too?” El asks.

“Oh, uh, not I’m here to—“

“Steve! You made it!” Eddie shouts appearing behind Steve like some sort of magician. He slaps a hand on his shoulder and leaves it there. To the kids its innocent — one they’re used to thanks to Eddie’s affinity for touch. What they don’t see is Eddie’s thumb massaging soothing circles into Steve’s shoulder blade.

“I’m sorry, you asked Steve to be on your team? He can’t even build legos and those stick together!” Dustin scoffs, shaking his head in that judgmental way of his. “I would have been a better teammate.”

“Hey,” Max scolds, elbowing Dustin in the ribs. “Don’t make me regret choosing you.”

“Yeah, Dustin,” Eddie says, sticking his tongue out. “Don’t upset the team captain who picked you. Besides, building a team is all about balance. Sure, Steve can’t build for shit—“

“I’m right here,” he whines.

Eddie’s thumb digs deeper into Steve’s shoulder blame, soothing a knot he didn’t even know existed as he resumes his lecture. “But he’s going to make up for that in other ways. Like decorating! Right, Steve?”

“Uh…”

The only time he remembers decorating cookies was when he was eight and his grandparents came down to visit for the last time. His Nonna had sat him on the kitchen counter, handing him freshly cooled cookies and a bottle of icing, telling him to go wild. And go wild he did. So much so that a blue food coloring stain was permanently inked onto the wood table for three months until his parents finally replaced it.

He’s not sure that’s what Eddie is looking for when it comes to decorating, but he’s in too deep to back down now.

“Yeah, I’m a great decorator.”

“Now if you’ll excuse us, we have some gingerbread houses to build,” Eddie says before steering Steve away from the kids and back to the table where Wayne is.

Since they’ve been gone, Wayne’s organized the pre-cooked gingerbread pieces. They’re stacked by size and kind. A giant bowl of white frosting sits in the middle, two pipping bags are already filled, and a dozen smaller colored icing bags line the table along with copious amounts of candy.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Wayne asks, snubbing his cigarette out in the red ashtray at the very end of the table.

“Mr. Moore brought in another ringer,” Eddie seethes, collapsing onto the bench next to Wayne. “You know Flora? She works at the bakery on Main. Well, apparently she’s close friends with Moore all of a sudden.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “She’s practically a professional! It should be illegal!”

“Well, that ain’t seem fair, but nothin’ we can do ‘bout it,” Wayne says, patting Eddie on the shoulder. “‘Less you wanna get disqualified again.”

“Again?” Steve asks, brow raised.

“It was one time four years ago and it was a bad call, okay!”

Unfortunately, Steve doesn’t have time to ask Wayne for the details because an older lady is shouting into a megaphone she doesn’t need judging by her shrill voice. “You have two hours to execute your build,” she hollers before sounding an alarm.

As soon as the alarm sounds Eddie and Wayne are off. They work in total tandem, a practice duo who clearly have done this before. Eddie hands Wayne pieces of the gingerbread and he coats them in icing with all the careful, practiced ease of a construction worker assembling a real-life house.

They’ve got a real rhythm going, one that Steve’s hesitant to interrupt as they start assembling the second level based on Eddie’s blueprint castle he sketched out days ago.

“Can you pass me the 2x5?”

Instead of asking questions and distracting Eddie from the moat he’s assembling, he blindly reaches for one of the pieces in front of him.

“No!” Eddie scolds, glaring at Steve. “That’s a 2x3. I need that one.”

Caught off guard, Steve drops the 2x3 on the table causing it to break in half. If Steve thought the glare he got from Eddie a second ago was bad, this one is even worse. The apologies fall from his lips faster than he can comprehend as he gently hands Eddie the proper gingerbread piece.

“Why don’t ya let your boy handle fillin’ the moat,” Wayne suggests, glancing up from the angled roof he’s currently assembling.

Eddie hums in agreement and hands Steve a pastry bag full of icing, instructing him to fill in the moat and make it look like moving water. It sounds easy enough, but Steve quickly learns that everything is challenging when it comes to gingerbread construction.

He manages to get the front proportion filled before an air bubble forms in the bag and a giant blob of blue shoots out onto the moat. A second later the entire bag explodes with a loud pop that has Dustin and the rest of the kids snickering.

“Dammit, Steve,” Eddie groans, reaching for napkins to clean up the mess. “Don’t make me kick you off the team!”

“I’m sorry, Eds,” Steve says, trying his best to help mop up the mess he’s made while still salvaging the blue icing. “Maybe the kids were right. You should have picked a better teammate.”

“Hey, now,” Wayne scolds. “None of that. S’your first gingerbread build. S’hard thing to do. Eddie’s first year was a disaster.”

Wayne mumbles something else after, but Steve can’t hear him over Eddie’s interruption.

“Wayne’s right,” Eddie says, turning to give Steve an apologetic gaze. “M’sorry. I just really don’t want to lose again this year.”

Steve may not know a thing about gingerbread houses, but he does know a thing or two about wanting to win. That one little sentence is all he needs to hear to tap into his competitive side. If winning is what Eddie wants, then dammit he’s going to help them to victory.

With thirty minutes left, things are tense. Teams are bickering, gingerbread houses are starting to fall, and the wind is picking up sending candy bits all over the place. Steve can tell the pressure is getting to Eddie who alternates between crafting his detailed gingerbread villagers and shouting orders at Wayne and Steve. His complaints over Steve’s candy placement are background noise at this point.

The roof is barely holding it together and Eddie’s shouting about how Ms. Sanders clearly sabotaged them by giving them a broken icing recipe. A bit of quick thinking on Wayne’s part and a slight change to Eddie’s original design keeps the thing together.

With the structure saved, Steve lets his attention drift away from the cobblestone street he’s assembling with rock candy and glances up at Max’s table. El’s arms have turned a shade of green he didn’t even know existed. Dustin’s face is more frosting than skin. And he’s pretty sure Lucas’s arm is stuck in the middle of the gingerbread house Max is shoveling frosting onto. It’s obvious they’re struggling, but Steve can’t bring himself to care. Serves them right for being assholes to him earlier.

He’s considering taking a page out of Dustin’s playbook and going over there to gloat but decides against it. There’ll be plenty of time for all that when they get crowned the winner in a few short minutes. Turning back around, he finds Eddie kneeling on the bench, tongue sticking out and trapped between his lips. He’s the picture of concentration as he slowly lifts a gingerbread flag to the top spire of the castle.

It’s almost completely secure when a gust of wind rips through Forest Hills, sending a round peppermint soaring into the air. Steve watches as it glides in the breeze until a second gust picks up whirling it straight at Eddie until it smacks into his eye. He wobbles on the bench, hands searching for purchase but there’s no use. His body lurches forward and in an instant, he falls directly onto the castle.

Steve doesn’t think he’s ever going to forget the sound of a hundred pieces of gingerbread crumbling at one time. 

“No, no, no, no, no,” Eddie groans, burying his head in the crumbled remains of the castle.

“Christ,” Wayne swears, reaching for his pack of cigarettes. He lights one with ease, exhaling smoke into the air before reaching his free hand out to pat Eddie’s back. “S’okay boy. Least we got closer than ever before.”

“Wait,” Steve says, tearing his concerned gaze away from Eddie’s crumpled form. “This happens every year?”

Wayne nods, a gruff laugh escaping his lips. “Your boy always comes up with great ideas, but tends to crack in the final moments.”

“I don’t crack,” Eddie whines, pulling himself from the wreckage. His eye is already turning a light purple shade from wear the candy collided and the rest of his face is littered with icing and cookie crumbs. “It was the wind's fault.”

“This year, but last year you started celebratin’ too soon and—“

“We don’t need to relive the details!”

Before they can argue, an alarm blares and the older woman from earlier is shouting to put the gingerbread down. There’s a round of applause and lots of moaning and then everyone is up and moving.

“Come on, gotta check out our competition,” Wayne says, peeling himself up from the bench.

“What’s the point? We’re clearly not winning.”

“Definitely not,” Steve agrees, gazing around the structures on some of the other tables. He’s two seconds away from joining Eddie in embarrassed shame when he lands on the disaster mound of gingerbread on Max’s table. Maybe it’s mean, but he really can’t help but laugh. “Look on the bright side, Eds. At least ours isn’t the worst one.”

“Steve,” Eddie sighs, yanking his head up from the table. “Have you seen our wreckage? We clearly are the biggest losers. I mean look at—“

Before Eddie can finish, Steve grabs his chin and forces his head to turn in the direction of Max’s table. It takes a second for Eddie to recognize what he’s staring at, but when he does, his beautiful laughter spills out of him until he’s doubled over on the table again.

“You know what,” he wheezes, gripping his eyes. “You’re right. At least we’re not losers like that.”

“Want to go make fun of them?” Steve asks through his own laughter.

“Absolutely!”

[loveinhawkins]

When they reach the outskirts of the trailer park, Steve is dimly aware of what people mean when they say adrenaline just took over. Because he has never heard Dustin make such a wounded noise before, and suddenly his exhaustion, every lingering twinge of pain he feels, it all melts away.  

He runs, screaming Dustin’s name. And then he sees them, sees Eddie in Dustin’s arms.

Time passes strangely after that.

He can hear himself shouting, “Hey, hey, hey!” but it feels as if it’s someone else talking, in an echoey room that he cannot reach.

Dustin, Robin, Nancy—safe. Max, Lucas, Erica—traveling to the hospital; some garbled message about a broken leg, but apart from that: safe. Blood pounding in his ears. Eddie, help Eddie, get through the gate, come on—

He lies Eddie out on the mattress as gently as he can. Keeps pressure on Eddie’s middle. Tries to look in Eddie’s eyes, and not down at the blood. Every pained gasp Eddie makes comes with a mixture of relief along with horror: that while he’s aware of the pain, at least it means that he’s still here. In the background, he can hear Nancy calling an ambulance, and he knows it’s the right decision, knows they’d probably crash if either of them tried to drive in this state; but it does nothing to lessen the awful lurch in his stomach when he sees that Eddie’s eyes are closed.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Steve repeats, and he realises belatedly that it’s all he has been saying, on a loop, sharp and urgent. “Eddie, you fucking hear me? Wake up.” He slaps Eddie in the face. He can’t afford emotion; he can’t afford to break, not now. He just needs Eddie to listen.

Eddie’s eyes crack open. “Wha—?”

Steve smiles grimly, redoubles his efforts at staunching the blood. Harsh works, he thinks, even if he hates how he sounds—anything that will keep Eddie awake. “Come on, Munson, you’re not gonna be a—a quitter, are you?”

Eddie somehow stops himself mid-groan, like he has to rewind the words in his head to make sense of them. Good, Steve thinks, willing that flickering light of comprehension in his eyes to remain. Stay with me.

“That’d be pretty fucked up if that was the last thing I said to you, huh?”

Eddie chokes through blood, and Steve realises that he’s trying to laugh. “Th-that’d be b-bullshit.”

Steve laughs in return, catches himself before the laugh turns into something more. Something desperate. “Y-yeah. So, work with me, okay?” He wills his hands not to shake. “Make sure it’s not.”

And then the ambulance arrives, and his world turns into a blur of indistinguishable noise again.

Except for this.

“Hey, Harrington,” Eddie slurs. Steve’s last sight of him is a bloody smile. “Deal.”

[verdemoun]

number one kieran duffy fan here i need to know more abt mac or i think ill die. not even with kieran just. tell me abt this silly goose

MAAAAAAAAAAAC

silly goose is the perfect descriptive because mac is just a goose. he is bill but with a sense of humor. he just also happens to be a) ready to escalate to violence at any given second b) shares the john marston curse of happening to look like a really, really intimidating guy and not knowing how to switch it off

he's serving guy who does a little too well in a zombie apocalypse. sure mac enjoyed being an outlaw, sure the one thing in life he is really good at is shooting to kill, but also he was raising his brother from such a young age he really didn't have any opportunity to be anything else.

when he gets out of prison and hosea puts his foot down like no robberies no guns no outlawing we are going straight (well-) mac is kind of like a retired hunting dog learning to be a house pet. he doesn't know how to relax or do things not for survival. there was the necessary push back of what the fuck am i meant to do i'm not good for anything else and hosea shouted back to get a damned hobby or a job

but also post-timewarp post-prison was the first time in his life he's just been safe enough to have a moment to breathe and figure out who he is outside of outlawing (gay). who would've guessed mac callander could read? not only that but he enjoys reading now that he actually has time for it. also one of the only members of the gang to get into sports and will shout at the tv in the last quarter

mac and kieran's friendship works so well because they both identify with 'my resting heart rate registers as a panic attack' but in opposite directions. mac will watch kieran look in the pantry for two hours because he has a craving and hasn't figured out for what yet before suddenly asking mac to walk with him to the local mexican food truck because if he doesn't have a taco he will lose all ability to function for the rest of the day. mac doesn't know what a taco is so 'sure is it dangerous should i bring a knife?'

mac also deeply loves horses he's not taming wild horses riding bareback in love with horses like kieran and arthur but he does love horses and just feels warmth and peace at just the sight of them. he doesn't care if it's the 7th showing of war horse that week he will sit down and watch it with kieran. he will also cry while trying to not make it obvious he is crying like still gruff voice 'course i'm sad the horse collapsed and it's not getting up' while frantically wiping tears away when someone else enters the room

mac is also working through gay panic internalized homophobia. he is fine with the gays and is very dismissive of how much more visible the community is in modern era because why would he, a straight man, care - but gets aggressively agitated when people suggest he is gay. because he is absolutely gold star gay. wouldn't ever formally come out but eventually gets to the point of being able to say he lives with bill without looking ready to kill someone

has a job at a wholefoods stacking fruit before joining bill as a farmhand and thus acquires a really bizarre knowledge of all things fruit and veg. can go on a 20 minute tangent about what classifies as organic produce and which apple is superior for apple pie and how to pick the perfect watermelon without slapping it. still doesn't know how to talk without sounding like he's threatening someone but is genuinely excited to know about something other than where to shoot a man to guarantee they'll bleed out.

trust getting an invite to bill and mac's dingy trailer for dinner is going to be the best meat and veg roast of your life

[ofindigoskies]

while I do agree that it is funny to assume the characters in the fell xenologue are simply personality flips I also think it would be so much more fun to take it as an examination of the characters, what changed to make them different from their counterparts, and how it reflects on the ones that we know in the main story

so with that said….. here's my essay on why despite the fact that it looks like personality flip with no basis, alternate Alcryst (Altcryst) is actually not that unbelievable, just a version taken to the extreme due to the nature of the alternate world

"must I do everything for you, my pathetic excuse for a brother"

a good example that it is not simple swaps can start with Celine, I have seen many point out that the alt version of her is not necessarily a personality swap, just her ruthlessness to do whatever it takes for the benefit of her people taken to the extreme in a harsher world

"if they must suffer in order for our people to live, so be it"

(and this is just from her B support with Alear)

Celine cares deeply for her brother, and by extension the nation of firene.

(A support with Fogado)

Now this version of her has grown up in a world where peace isn't a norm and has to be fought to assured, pushing her ruthlessness to achieve it to the front.

I wouldn't be surprised at all if alt Fogado turns out similar to alt Celine

(A support with Celine)

ultimately they are willing to do the extreme for what they believe is for the benefit of their family and kingdom, but since they have grown up in relative peace, they do not often have to act on it and as such this side is rarely shown.

Due to the world fell xenolgue presents which is much less peaceful, this tendency and side is pushed to the forefront. This I believe can be applied to Alcryst as well

(images you can hear)

From just one line, it is already a shocker that 1. Altcryst is extremely harsh and 2. he is demeaning alt Diamant (not giving Diamant a funny nickname sorry)

regarding the first point. (slapping alcryst like a car) this guy can fit so much rage and hate in him. This negative energy in general is primarily seen directed towards himself but we have seen it directed at others before, mainly towards those he does not respect and consider his enemy

(chapter 11 where being a hater overrides respecting diamant)

this cold brutality also can be seen in his introduction scene, he has an aggressiveness that is quite fitting for a country of might, and has a very attack first, apologise (profusely) later policy

this is also seen towards Ivy and Hortensia who used to be his enemies and he does not drop that attitude towards Ivy until their C support when he realises that she no longer needs to be considered a threat

Camilla notes in her bond conversation with him that he is different on and off the battlefield. She also says that they are similar in their duality of kindness to their allies but lack of mercy to their enemies

(from their A bond conversation)

this is especially shown in how his critical lines are quite different from how he normally speaks, in the eng version this comes across as him being confident and assertive and in the jp version he comes across as being steadfast and serious. (I enjoy both and I'm not trying to pit them against each other but think there is enough difference to point it out)

I was going to insert clips but tumblr doesn't allow more than one video per post :/ you can look at the eng version here and the jp version here

notably, Alcryst's attitude and manner of speaking while in battle is similar to the personality Altcryst shows in the trailer. This leads me to believe that this is the aspect of Alcryst more prominent in the universe

so while Alcryst is a sopping wet cat, he has absolutely the potential to snap and bite, the gap moe is vital to his characterisation even

which brings us to the second point, that Altcryst does not seem to have those boundaries and is able to berate even alt Diamant. so. why?

first let's look at why Alcryst has low self worth in the first place, and why he puts Diamant on such a high pedestal.

Conveniently, Alcryst's B support with Fogado lays it out because Fogado straight up was like hey Alcryst can you tell me about your childhood so I can understand why you are Like This

which, in short, Alcryst was born with a significant age gap between him and Diamant, and as such grew up hearing everyone praise Diamant and compare him negatively in regards to Diamant's achievements, ultimately making him internalise it as having no worth at all. which. uhm. why are you comparing a child's achievement to someone probably in their teens.

(support B)

Alcryst has put Diamant on such a high pedestal that he is flawless in his eyes. (this also isn't helped by Diamant's own issues that is afraid of showing weakness) He seems to have his world blown when he learns that Diamant actually has fears and weakness.

(Support B with Diamant)

It is important to note that Alcryst in fact does have a good relationship with his family, we see Diamant and Morion be nothing but supportive towards him and his mention of his mother in his support with Saphir imply a good relationship there as well.

the impact that outside influences can still have on someone should not be underestimated though. I imagine this dissonance of being doted by his family and criticized by outsiders (who are likely nobles and private tutors who he still interacts a lot with) complicates his feeling of self worth and exacerbates his imposter syndrome

and the thing is that Alcryst is actually pretty skilled! It is straight up stated in his Ally notebook

(from serenesforest)

and in his A support with Diamant he scores 8 out of 10 in their archery competition while Diamant scored 9 out of 10

(A support)

which, you can take at face value like Alcryst that Diamant performed better than him, or note that it is actually pretty impressive for him to be so closely matched with Diamant considering their large age gap and thus the amount of experience they have

he is also very strategic that is noted in both his solo and paired endings, as "brilliant yet humble strategist" and "unrecognizably composed and powerful force in government" respectively. he also seems to naturally note the strategic effectiveness of areas he's in based on some of his exploration quotes

(from serenesforest)

lastly... regarding inner strength...... Alcryst may be far more stronger in it than Diamant. He is more decisive than Diamant, who is more hesitant and struggles with self doubt and his readiness for the throne. Ironically this may be due to the expectations Diamant has experienced since young, leading him to be far more reserved and careful due to potential repercussions. Meanwhile Alcryst already thinks he's at the bottom and as such has no qualms making a potential mess to fight for what he thinks is right. Basically:

diamant: oh I asked for no pickles :/ ah well

alcryst: EXCUSE ME !!! he asked for NO pickles !!!!!

this particular decisiveness is actually what makes Morion say this:

(chapter 8)

actually this whole part shows a pretty important glimpse into what kind of enviroment the Brodia Bros grew up in so I'm going use my singular video embed on it.

(girl I did not notice the promos at the top until I downloaded it and clipped it on my phone I am not going to bother redownloading another video)

someone out there in Diamant Nation has probably dissected this more thoroughly than me but when Diamant expresses his worries, Morion does not outright dismiss it, but still brushes it away, not taking it very seriously. Morion is still a pretty good dad! both his sons clearly love him deeply but he also unknowingly contributed to a lot of their mental health problems, which Morion himself likely acquired from the environment of Brodia as well. he straight up says that he does not fear death, but fears being known as a king who runs from battle.

Diamant is similar to his father in that way, carrying a fear of not being a proper ruler and king for Brodia. Diamant struggles to uphold the values he was taught with but to instead use it to bring peace and separate it from a nation that uses it to wage war. and amidst all that he worries and worries and is told yet again that fear has no place in Brodia.

and despite all of Alcryst's low self worth, he does not hesitate or worry, he is decisive and quick to make harsh decisions. He does what he believes needs to be done, including dealing the killing blow at their father to spare Diamant from the guilt of having to do so

(and the tone of voice he says this in both eng and jp is the same one in his crit lines and therefore what Altcryst uses YESSSSS I am COOKING)

also this is a bit [guy with conspiracy theory strings] moment here but it may very well reflect in how they work as units as well. fe engage's gameplay encourages the player to go on the offense, which Alcryst excels at, Diamant on the other hand is has sol and geared more for defensive play (and the sol barely activates due to his low dex oof) while alcryst with luna that scales off his high dex is activating it every other attack. this is also an excuse to link a funny video I found

so!!! due to the environment Alcryst was raised in, he grew to believe that Diamant was better than him in any way and as such placed him on an incredibly high pedestal. He in return perceives himself as having very little worth, when in truth is very skilled and possesses many traits that one could argue are very "Brodian"

well what kind of enviroment did Altcryst grow up in?

we can see that Altcryst is harsh to alt Diamant, Diamant is no longer on the high pedestal our Alcryst has placed him at (or arguably never there at all? there's not enough information to know)

so what's going on with alt Diamant? from the trailer, the way he speaks sounds much meeker to the Diamant we know. from a surface glance of that, it might be assumed that the brothers simply swapped personalities, but you have already read my argument on why the world is not a simple swap, just a change of circumstances that brings sides of the characters we know that is not so easily seen pushed to the front. and the same can be said of Diamant, who we've already seen struggles with anxiety, self doubt, and hesitance on his readiness for the throne.

Morion notes that Diamant has increased worry lately, from what I can assume is from the threat of a full war. I don't find it difficult to believe that alt Diamant, who grew up in a much less peaceful world, will be much more anxious. as such, the anxiety and fear that Diamant keeps buried is brought to the forefront in this world.

Altcryst interestingly says "must I do everything for you" implying that he believes he can do a better job than Diamant and take over the task, that he has done this multiple times before, and maybe even a frustration that he has to do so. If it's difficult to imagine Alcryst believing he can be better than Diamant he actually achieves this in their A support!

in this context he follows it up by saying

(which is another important part of Alcryst's character, that he will push past his boundaries for the sake of his loved ones)

there's no direct connection, but I do find it interesting how he says this after he realises that Diamant isn't as perfect and flawless as he thought

going back to Alcryst and Fogado's B support, this very interesting idea is brought up:

and Alcryst's response to why he wouldn't is:

which poses the question of, how would Alcryst have turned out if he realised much earlier that Diamant isn't as flawless as he thought?

well the fell xenologue is right there

half joking, while I do think that is part of the reason, the other reasons that I have mentioned play a role as well. along with the fact that due to the restless state of the world, Altcryst is put into "battle mode" more often bringing out that side of him more

okay so here comes my own interpretation that has less of me pointing back to canon and more of me going a bit delusional (I say as if I am not over 2k words deep in this)

In this world with more prominent conflict, alt Diamant is unable to cope with it like our Diamant can. As such, the worries and anxiety that our Diamant already hides is brought to the forefront for alt Diamant, making him come of as much more meeker than the one we know.

Due to this Altcryst does not place alt Diamant on such a high pedestal that our Alcryst does. I won't be surprised if the comparison still happens though, because it was already illogical in the original world. However, instead of taking it lying down and internalising it, Altcryst instead channels the rage and anger that our Alcryst is already capable of to prove them wrong. and from the competency already seen in our Alcryst, this is entirely doable.

I also believe that due to the state of the fell xenologue world, there are more conflicts thrown at them. and compared to Diamant's hesitance, Altcryst's quick thinking decisiveness often leads to him stepping in and taking charge. (much like how alt Celine is more ruthless in this world and alt Alfred, while reluctant and hesitant, still calls for the invasion to Brodia)

"must I do everything for you"

and while Altcryst's harshness to alt Diamant probably adds to alt Diamant's list of Problems (tm) it is likely a compounding addition. with their large age gap alt Diamant didn't grow up with this and likely developed his meeker personality from the other factors previously discussed

I still think that Altcryst cares in some way for his brother. much like how Celine and Fogado's ruthlessness is tied to the love for their family, Alcryst's capacity for rage and lack of mercy is strongly tied to how much he cares for his loved ones

(rotates this comment from their A support in my head in contemplation)

IN CONCLUSION

the fell xenologue world is not a simple swap but the aspects of the original counterparts that were not so obvious being brought to the front due to the harsher world they are in

the aspect that is brought out in Alcryst is his rage, brutal competency, and cold decisiveness

due to not placing Diamant on such a high pedestal, Altcryst does not suffer from as much lack of self worth and is able to channel his rage more easily (because this guy cannot cope properly in either universe)

Alcryst's capacity for harshness and lack of mercy goes hand in hand with his capacity to love, and I think Altcryst still cares for alt Diamant in his own way

thank you for coming to my TED talk

no seriously if you read all of this thank you so much

[etherealising]

well…🤭 honestly i’m pretty much dropping them as a whole i fear. i did a rewatch like a month or so ago and it hit me then (especially rewatching s2) but after watching that trailer for the third time it’s official. I think in the beginning i wanted sydcarmy sooo badly i was willing to overlook the red flags (and we all know how many there are 💀) but i just can’t do it anymore. while i still acknowledge the intimate moments they shared together i just view them as *pause for dramatic effect* platonic. they share a platonic intimacy that YES is stronger than whatever that was b/w camry and claire s2. but it still feels just that, platonic. i think we don’t see those kinds of dynamics enough. carol and daryl from twd are a great example i think (i’ll add a text i sent to a friend a while ago where i explain further). while i believe that syd and camry understand each other in a way that no one else can, i still think sydney deserves so much better than carmen. i think he uses and abuses her and that if people loved her like they say they do, they would want more for her. she can’t fix him y’all and neither can claire but honestly she can go ahead and take him off our hands if she wants to try so bad. she has dreams and ambitions that are greater than a romantic relationship with camry. we saw how her and richie stepped up and ran shit in the season 2 finale. he needs her and not the other way around. say they do get together. do we think those anger issues and erratic and abusive behaviors are just gonna cease to exist? that man needs therapy and years of it before he’d ever be good enough for her as a romantic partner. hell, he’s a shitty business partner! (and i’m not saying he needs to be a completely healed person to be worthy of love let’s be clear, syd need therapy too.) i say, introduce someone new for sydney! or just let her be, that’s also an option. but yeah i think i’m done. also i’m hoping the writers let her and marcus stay friends cause it’s giving little bro 😬. (just another example of a man mistaking a woman’s kindness for flirting let’s be real) she needs friends anyway and because what other ones does she have? (please don’t say camry, that man is not her friend 😭. they’re kinda like family atp. 🫣🤷🏾‍♀️ ) and marcus may need someone like sydney to talk to anyways if what i fear may happen, happens this season for him.

i tried so hard to respond to all of your points and then i started ranting but i hope this makes sense and in short i do find myself heavily agreeing with you.

bestie as soon as i saw the thesis you provided me with i knew i had to take some time to digest it and as much as it hurts dare i say…. i think i have to agree with you : (

i too was blinded by how badly i wanted sydcarmy to thrive and i think i was also fighting so hard against the way people in the fandom were trying to discount their “romance” because ayo is a black woman and they couldn’t fathom their favorite fictional white boy of the week lovin on someone who isn’t the “beauty standard” that i definitely overlooked just how toxic their whole situation is.

and you are so right it was so easy to get caught up with how badly i wanted them together and a series rewatch will definitely slap you in the face and let you know how blinded you were. now please don’t fight me but i think its def giving platonic/little bro from syd like homegirl is just trying to live out her dreams, but i def think carmy may look at her with a bit of a romantic undertone because of how you mentioned they understand each other and i think bc he feels like no one has really ever understood him including his own family that he finds himself drawn to syd, she pretty much validates his whole existence and challenges him instead of settling for the mediocrity that man constantly gives that in a way he has taken her platonic care and worry for him as something more. like he literally admitted he was a loner man doesn’t understand HOW to be friends especially not with women.

let me get on my soapbox real quick. you are absolutely 100% right syd deserves someone a thousand times better than carmy and i definitely want more for her, if i’m being honest i want her to leave the bear whenever she gets that chance but that’s a whole other convo. i can rant about claire and carmy for hours but i’m genuinely just so tired of them and i’m not looking forward to seeing their relationship this season whoops. to me it felt like carmy only began respecting syd after she came back and now he has this mindset that no matter how much vitriol he spews her way she’ll always be there for him and its like a crutch for him. what really sealed the deal for me is the whole take out episode from season one, did syd fuck up 100% yes and was carmy’s anger justified also yes but not to the extent that he went, every time i rewatch that scene of him throwing the sharpie in syd’s direction as she walks away i feel genuine disgust like yes i know the sharpie wasn’t working and that got him even more irritated but he could’ve thrown it in so many different directions and i’m not saying he purposely aimed to hit syd but rewatching that really just showed me how immature he is and how much growing he really does need. like if your next response to your own anger is to get violent and start throwing shit around you definitely need to work on yourself before trying to mess with someone else’s peace of mind.

if they were to get together it would not change carmy at all, getting involved romantically with someone does not change you as a person unless YOU WANT THAT CHANGE FOR YOURSELF! and what we’ve seen from carmy is that as much as he pushes everyone else to change and evolve it doesn’t seem to be something he can do for himself or thinks he’s capable of. and yes please keep syd and marcus as friends there is literally zero chemistry between those two regarding romance, like can we just let syd be the successful woman she wants to be and maybe offer her romance if she wants it.

also let me go back to the topic of change real quick just look how quick he was to attack richie while he was stuck in the walk-in, he was literally projecting his deep seeded insecurities onto richie while richie took the change carmy pushed on him like a fucking champ and got shit done with his bestie syd (these fics i’m writing for this man really got me defending richie)

i will end my nonsensical rant by saying this: no self-respecting person in this fandom would actually ever date carmy and i stand by that ten toes down. its very clear that he has his own behaviors he needs to work out and there is nothing wrong with that and that doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve love but that also doesn’t mean his partners should be subjected to the mental and emotional weight that would come with loving him, it would definitely get tiring fast. and to take it a step further if carmy wasn’t played by a white man the masses find attractive most everyone would definitely be singing a different tune in regards to him. (like please imagine the microagressive think pieces we would get every season if carmen berzatto was poc)

the carmen berzatto we know and see right now will always love self-sabotaging more than he could ever love anyone else.

[eashmo]

Bloodlust part 6

-Touch Her, I Dare You-

Warnings: angst and violence

A/n: picture by me. i rewrote this so many times its unreal.

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Slowly opening my eyes, i groaned in pain. my left eye felt swollen. my right eye, instantly mapping out the entire space. I was now in a chair, arms now bound behind me. The room looks like the attic of the creel house. 

“Shit.” I breathed out,  the house is on the other side of the town. 

"Welcome back, y/l/n." Jason says as he appears in my field of vision.

"What do you want, Carver?"

"I want you to suffer." he teases the tip of the knife against my cheek

"Suffers for what? Jason, if you don't let me out, i'll..."

"You'll what?" he laughs. "You're weak and useless."

i narrowed my eyes, growling.

"You know nothing about me, how about you untie me and fight me, unless you're afraid that a girl will kick your ass" i thrashed and tried to fight my way out of the tight rope, rubbing my wrist raw to the point they were bleeding.

i spit in his face. "You bitch!" he yells , slapping my face. grunting from impact, and then faced him.

"The only bitch I see here is you!" i hissed, despite my pain. "You're going to regret Kidnapping me."

"Shut your mouth!" Jason voice boomed. He slapped me harder. how much can someone withstand getting slapped? panting the pain was starting to get overwhelming. my vision was getting spotty again. he huffed and paced around me.

~B-Baby, can you hear me...I-i need you~ i hoped Eddie could hear me. my head lulled forward.

Jason gripped my hair, forcing me to look at him. this is starting to get annoying

“ Is that all you got, Carver?..... i've walked through hell and back before.... so try harder, " i was provoking him.

“i said Shut up you bitch.” He stabs me in the thigh and to make matters worse he also punches me in the stomach. I made a muffed scream. causing me to look down as i grit my teeth in pain.

~please baby, can you hear me?~ 

“Rise your fucking head and look at me freak.”

I didn’t raise my head. That only led to my chin being grabbed and yanked up. I winced.

“I don't know why Chrissy was your best friend. You are white trash filth”

“She was my best friend because she didn't care about status and being the queen of high school. Something that you will never understood" I sneered, this caused him to grip my chin tighter. 

"If only you knew something was torturing her within her mind, you could have saved her." i spat. i didn't even know until it was too late. Memories of her filled my mind. i'm sorry, Chrissy, i couldn't save you.

*small flash back*

Chrissy wanted to hang out with us after the game because she didn't feel like being with Jason and his drunk teammates. everything was fine until she started acting skiddish, and then all of a sudden, she was unresponsive and levitating, Eddie and I witnessed her life being taken. we ran, and since it happened at his trailer, he got the full blame.

*end of flash back*

"Your boyfriend killed her with his satanic powers"

i started laughing. "Eddie is innocent, that man couldn't hurt a fly," but now, he is going to kill you for touching me, I thought to myself.

“ You know what.... If you are so desperate of getting rid of Hawkins filth, why are you taking so long?” I teased him. His hands instantly gripped my throat. He flings me down. The impact made me gasp. He cut the rope around my waist that was attached to the chair. i rolled over and kicked him in the shin. When he fell, i kicked him in the jaw. he looked at me fury in his eyes as spit blood to the floor.

"shit."

"oh you're going to regret that bitch" he stalks over to me, i try to squirm away but he reached me and started to drag me across the attic by my feet.

~Eddie!~ I screamed in my thoughts. 

*Eddie pov*

there was something wrong. She was 2 hours late from her schedule shift. was she still working? or did she say she was doing something after work? suddenly heard her voice in my head

~B-baby, can you hear me?... i-i need you.~

~please baby, can you hear me.~

~Eddie!~ the fear in her voice sent a chill down my spin. i needed to find her. grabbing the walkie, i needed answers.

"Henderson, do you copy? it's Kas over." i used my new codename for the first time.

"i copy Kas, whats up." Dustin says.

"we have a code red, i think y/n is in trouble."

"WHAT?!"

"Just get everyone at our house now!" i screamed in the walkie.

everyone showed up at lightning speed.

"What happened? how do you know she's in trouble?" Robin says.

"The mind link she sounded in pain and afraid"

"Jesus Christ. she could be anywhere." Steve says.

"i can feel that she is still in this world, at least." i quickly say.

this sort of relaxed everyone. but Lucas looked terrified.

"um- i hope i'm wrong about this." he says.

"wrong about what, Sinclair?" i questioned.

"I- i think Jason kidnapped her."

"WHAT?!, i thought that Psychotic fucker was dead." i started to pace around the room.

"i wish that was true, but he was sent to prison when He got caught trying to kill me in the creel house. he got out this morning because of his fathers money."

"i'm going to kill him!" i yelled and threw a vase against the wall.

" Eddie, be calm, y/n needs you, we will find her." Nancy cautiously grabbed my arm, trying to calm me down.

" No, Wheeler, this is my fault since he thinks i just disappeared on her. she is the closest thing to linking her to her best friend murder. and since she's dating "a cult leader," he's going to hurt her more." i was getting more stressed. until i heard one word from her mind.

~creel!~

"i know where she is." i said as I threw the front door open, running full speed. when i got closer, i could smell blood..... her blood.

*Y/N POV*

I was being dragged towards the stairs. I managed to get free from his grip and raced down the stairs, almost making it the foyer. When he tackled me down. i couldn't brace myself from the impact to the floor. i began to cry from fear and pain.

~creel!~ i screamed, attempting to contact Eddie once more.

“you're not going anywhere.” He brings the knife to my throat. He raises it above his head and plunges it towards me, but before it made contact, he was ripped away from me. I can hear snarling and a familiar voice “touch her again. I dare you.” 

Jason was struggling against Eddie's grip on his neck.

“What the fuck.” Jason struggled to breath out when he noticed Eddie's fangs and crimson eyes.

"i told you my favorite monster has fangs." i mocked him.

Jason stabs Eddie in the side, which causes him to let go of him. Eddie started to laugh. Jason ran the short distance towards me and picked me up using me as a human shield, the knife at throat . This made Eddie freeze instantly. he growls, showing off his fangs.

“Stay away from us, freak. Your little slut is going to die first, then you.”

~be ready~ i say to him looking straight into his crimson eyes.

“I wouldn't provoke him more than you already have, you royally pissed him off by hurting me" I say as i whipped my head back connecting with his nose. i felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. Everything had been moving so fast before and now the time seemed too slow as i look down at my stomach. The knife was impaled in your stomach. Blood dripped down my skin, a dark red seeped onto my shirt. i fell to the floor.

I felt the air shift from Eddie moving so fast, and then a blood curdling scream was heard, and then there was silence, I looked up to see Jason splattering blood everywhere from his throat being ripped out. By Eddie's mouth.

His mouth was dripping with blood. He slowly moved his tongue across his teeth, savoring the copper taste. What blood he didn't savor dripped onto the space of bare chest between his leather and denim jacket.

Eddie rushed to me, Slicing the tight rope that bound my hands with his sharp nails that instantly grew out his normal dull nails. Once he removed the rope, he retracted them.

~ You came~ I didn't want to speak. I was too tired from experiencing abuse for hours.

“You called.” he said as he picked me up bridal style.

“Sorry for taking so long.” guilt riddled his voice.

~ It's ok baby, you're here now.~ I reached for his face and smiled when his head sank into my hand.

"Please, let's go home." I croaked.

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[jedi-hawkins]

Bad Batch Season 3 Episode 9 Watch Thoughts

spoilers (duh)

Ahh Crosshair helping and getting thanked, I'm so soft.

They're brothers being brothers again, I'm going to cry.

Batcher I stg why are you letting her go in there??

VENTRESS!!!!

I noticed when the batch are standing together, there's still a space between Crosshair and Hunter. maybe symbolic of the space still between them (?) but I think this is somewhat resolved, even ouchier is I'm pretty sure that's where Tech usually stood. (apologies for bad quality)

Ahh! so that was Fennec's contact (why'd they frame it so spoopy last ep?)

Way to go Omega, good job keeping the front up 😂

Mother is confirming my personal theory! M-count gives you potential but you still need to be trained to be a Jedi (high m-count + no training = not necessarily Jedi, lower m-count + training = Jedi)

Ah! she said the line from the trailer!

Although I believe Ventress is genuinely testing Omega, I think she came up with this "test" just to troll a little

Wrecker I swear, thanks for the encouragement but babes 😂

Ventress is so hot

That jaw grab got me a lil 🥵

Tech mention I'm crying. And Crosshair holding Tech's datapad

Separatist Assassin, wouldn't it be in the files that she was a Sith or is that still a secret?

Oh this second test is just to get rid of her, she had to be trolling a little with the first.

That space between Hunter and Crosshair is still there (?)

"There's a Weeping Myre Tree." Jen, you did us so dirty with that tweet.... you had me sweating. She's just having fun watching up burn at this point. 😡

Stern Wrecker has me 😫

Oop- the way she snatched their weapons

Ahhh watching the boys fight as a cohesive team just makes me soft

Damn the way she just slapped Wrecker, poor baby

Crosshair's yell I'm dead

Her legs around his neck me too girl (and her little heel stomp was just like "stay")

I love our boys and they are very capable fighters, but it's so obvious Ventress was pulling her punches

Gah damn, the way she copied Hunter's 'grip the blade and throw' technique

Cross with his rifle, but is his hand any better?

Ohh the little foot flip and toss 🥵

"We're not big on following orders" He said it!!

YELLOW BLADE!!! And it's the same hilt as her red sabers! (a- did she lose a saber? b- did she get a new kyber crystal?)

Ayoo miss why you choking Wrecker?? (for the dramatic scene when Omega reenters?)

Crosshair just laying ragdolled on the ground... sweetheart I'm so sorry 😂

"We were pawned in the same war, and we all lost." MOTHER 👏🏼 IS 👏🏼 SPITTING👏🏼 FACTS 👏🏼

Why is she being so vague? Does Ventress not know that Palpatine is Sidious? I feel like she would know especially now since Emperor Palpatine looks and sounds exactly like the weird guy in the robe that used to boss Dooku around.

Damn she laid our boys out

"We do" So why not just drop the "S" word and call her a Sith? I know squad 99 didn't work with Jedi regularly, but they were under Cody's jurisdiction, and they had to have heard the word before (whether from Obi-wan himself, or in debriefings, or even war stories passed through the barracks)

"We were just getting warmed up" Wrecker, I love you but PLEASE, she got y'all good 😂

Omega's little hand wave at "people can change" I don't think it was in Crosshair's direction, but it was framed like it was

Op- she gagged Crosshair with that. 🫢

Isit just me or does Ventress' shoulder plate look like the slillouette of a B1 battle droid?

Ventress being Omega's teacher would be oh so good (and Obi-wan would tease the shit out of her for it)

Omega automatically did the hand thing and I don't think she's ever seen a force-sensitive doing that. Natural instinct?

Oop- spotted. Ventress' little glare at Wrecker through the scopes I'm dead 😂

"This is different than being a soldier." YES MA'AM

I know Omega is frustrated here and people may bash her for being 'whiny' but I honestly appreciate the writers letting us see her in a more child-like frustration.

I honestly love that Ventress has seen both the light and dark side of the force and now has come into her own. She's almost looked relieved that she was able to call the creatures to her, kind of like an "I'm still worthy moment."

"Did you summon that?" "Not intentionally."

Ventress with her hair wet and slicked back oml

Crosshair co-piloting!!

Omega with wet hair! (NOW GIVE US HUNTER)

Okay my theory about the kraken, Ventress called it's food source, so it followed, but then it got curious about their boat. It wasn't trying to attack them, it was bumping their boat because it was trying to figure out what they were. Then Ventress cut off a tentacle (yes to rescue Omega, but I think the creature was just exploring) That spooked it, then the Marauder swings in and starts shooting at it. When the Marauder flies off, a tentacle kind of flicks in a 'yeah get out of here' kind of way. It doesn't immediately eat Ventress when it has her (does it even eat humans?), it brings her close to it's face to investigate and she takes her time channeling the Force. The animators specifically focus on the creature's eyes and the changes in it (pupils dilating). To me, it seemed like Ventress was communicating with it like "I'm sorry we startled you, we mean you no harm." Then the creature sets Ventress down so gently (it doesn't drop her) and goes on it's merry way.

Crosshair is the one on the ramp to get Omega!!!

Ahh! he reaches out to help Ventress too. He offered her his hand and she took it!! 🥰

I'm surprised we didn't get a comment from Ventress about Batcher.

Wrecker being the big brother we all need and taking Omega off to eat after a long day just makes my heart so warm.

The way Hunter and Crosshair are both standing with a hip popped is killing me. (again, sorry for bad quality) 😂

"You're lying" So perceptive, Crosshair.

Ventress is so smart and she sees how much the Batch cares about Omega, hence why she lied. AND Hunter and Crosshair know Ventress is right that if they acknowledge Omega is Force-sensitive, that means she goes away and they're not ready for that.

Her warning is so foreboding... (A Harbringer?) Next week is a double feature and I think that's when we'll get the Empire over Pabu.

Crosshair is so attentive to Ventress, I'm already shipping them (don't get me wrong, I'd fight Ventress for Crosshair, but they seem like they'd be a good match in-universe)

"I've got a few lives left." She's so cat. Just like Crosshair.

Hunter x Fennec // Crosshair x Ventress (I'm already thinking about my two batch husbands and their grumpy in-cannon girlfriends that want nothing to do with them)

"I've got a few lives left." Ugh she's so cat, just like Crosshair.

AHHH!!! This episode was so good. We got to see our boys fighting again as a unit. We got to see Ventress (which, during clone wars she was always just a 'mech' character for me. Didn't love her, didn't hate her, but this episode solidified her on my favs list. Her line of "We were pawned in the same war and we all lost." Just DAMN she hit the nail on the head and I don't even know she knows she did. If you made it through this entire post, scrolling back I didn't realize how insanely long it is, thank you!! 💕

[hughungrybear]

Me watching Only Friends Ep 11:

1. B*tch, this show has no right to make me cry in the first 5 minutes of this episode so early in the morning. 😭😭😭 I feel so much for Yo. At least Yo and Plug are back into each other's arms.

2. Again, Mew irritates me. He decided to give his relationship with Top another shot, but the way that he is acting shows that he has already checked out of this relationship. Why even bother with second chances? For revenge? Why waste your time??? Just cut Top loose and move on.

3. I'm not saying Top deserves another chance (imo, he doesn't) but I'm with him in this one. Again, it was Mew who decided to give their relationship a go. He could have walked away and cut all ties with Top. But nooooo. He wants to prolong this sh*tty love story, for what? For the angst???

4. I hope Nick can still have his dream job after he eventually comes clean (and breaks Daddy Dan's heart) 😔

5. Oh, is Sand finally blocking Ray? Looks like it. 🧐 <after five minutes> Nooooo. Gods dammit. This the second time I'm crying and its just the first part of Episode 11. WTH.

6. Finally. Some healthy communication between Ray and Sand 😭😭😭

7. So, after failing to cause significant havoc on TopMew's life (because let's face it, those two don't need another reason to be toxic to each other), Boeing would try to wreck Sand's life? The fvck.

8. Nick and Boston. As I said in the previous episode, no matter what they decided their relationship is going to be (open, poly, etc), it looks like is going to be healthy as they are both accepting of each other's faults at this point. Also, Nick helping Boston with his Atom problem is 🤌

9. Boston and Nick truly said to Atom: "This is my villain origin story" 😅😅😅

10. Boston to Atom: "How can you love me when we only slept together once? Just because I'm the first guy you slept with?"

Yeah! That's my question too! Seriously, Atom's got (mental) problems and Boston ain't one of them 😂

11. "But you turned me into gay!" Atom, b*tch, you did not go there. Being queer is not contagious. Don't make me slap you. 🤬

12. TopMew. I am exhausted just looking at you, two. 😑

I did not see any ForceBook series in GMMTV's Up & Above trailer party. I think I might need to re-watch A Boss and A Babe after this series just to remind me of sickeningly sweet (without ulterior motives) ForceBook moments 😭😭😭

13. It is clear - only the lesbians have a semblance of healthy, thriving relationship all through out this series (CheumApril and Mew's mums) 😅

14. Let's just say, Ray's confidence is giving me life 😂

15. It's a good thing Cheum's relationship with April is solid. Otherwise, the girl is an idiot. She has known Boston for a long time. Granted, it was her little brother doing the slandering but the least she could have done is give Boston the benefit of a doubt.

16. Boston committing to a monogamous relationship? Really? But I get Nick. Nick's fear was essentially the same as Yo's fear.

17. It's a given that Boeing is trash, but can't he at least be trash somewhere else? 😂 Leave Sand alone. Sand being a magnet of trashmen is just 😔 At least, Ray is working on improving himself for Sand.

18. Ray's offence is the best defence is, again, giving me life 😂 It's the battle of the trashmen 😂😂

With that preview, looks like Boston will cross paths with Boeing too. Now, I don't know how to feel about things LOL. Let's hope the final episode will give us a good conclusion. I'm not even sure if I would want a season 2. This series is stressing me out 😭😭😭😭