#I’m a freak and a nerd and a weirdo

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

I’m so glad that I found a place in the fandom that brings me joy and gives me a space to geek out about music and art and friendship

We all have lives outside of this app, but we come here to find community, and the lucky ones walk away getting to meet the most amazing people

I’m one of those lucky ones, and I’m forever thankful for all the kind souls on here who have shared the love through these four weird guys in a band 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[irradiatedradio]

been taking ratchet to art school lately

[2snuffseb]

sebs intro post!!🦴

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[miguelsslvt]

Hello mother ❤❤😇 how your day going so far

i just wanted to ask you if you could make an bully!miguel x nerd!reader (virgin fem)

Where miguel very much loves to bully reader,maybe an little to much,loves to see her cry, loves to see an reaction from her,and especially when she vulnerable, but never show that side of him to reader,but he masterbate the thought of reader sucking his dick with tears running down her face,but It was until one day where reader was helping with one of the other nerd their, seeing her smiling to ear to ear made his blood boiling,vein popping,eyes cold as the negative zero,but he just walk off leaving,he already had an punishment in mind for reader, (whatever you want,you could put one) where miguel beat the crap out of the guy and making sure that the guy knew to never touch his nerd,and then the next day miguel locks her up with him in an empty classroom and nsfw part come here,😅🙂 just wants him to be an little possessive (that is definitely isn't an LITTLE but who care)

IDK ANYMORE just an request

😜

bully! miguel x nerd! virgin! reader smut

word count: 1.9k

TW: nsfw, smut, bullying, swear words, threats, miguel is lowkey a perv, loss of virginity.

A/N: FINALLY mother has posted!! quite a long one today, could u tell? welcome to the club!! ^^

you felt weak. helpless. Every time he would utter a word to you, it was never anything nice. Always spiteful. Big mean Miguel o’hara. The rudest but coolest boy in your whole year. You’d be like any girl, gawking and jumping circles around him, if it wasn’t for the way he treated you. You should be flattered, really. Considering all the attention and nicknames he gives you. Although, I wouldn’t say ‘freak’ or ‘know it all weirdo’ are considered ‘cute nicknames’.

He practically barred you from gaining any social status, let alone friends. and as much as Miguel does it to everyone, he liked to specifically target you. Why? god knows. All you know is that Miguel is an asshole. A big one.

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It was AP English, and you were supposed to be studying for a Macbeth assignment coming up. Supposed to. That was until Peter Parker, who could possibly be the only other person in school that was as bullied as you, decided to sit beside you and ‘hang out’. Your teacher was on pretty good terms with you, so he didn’t mind having two nerds coddled up in the back of class talking about the latest ‘nyc best seller book’. However, when Miguel noticed you both talking in the back, he realised quickly that you two weren’t talking about book clubs.

‘He’s such a jerk, right?’ Peter said, as you were a giggly mess. You put your hand on peter’s as you crouched to laugh even more. Miguel’s eyes darkened. ‘He is! W-when he’s like, ‘oh yeah I’m the coolest kid in school’, when in truth no one actually likes him!’ You replied, as you and Peter clung onto each other, both laughing messes.

Miguel clenched his jaw, realising you must be talking about him. god, he never felt more rage then he did right now.

The truth was, Miguel did bully you. He knew that. he did it on purpose. Just watching you cry, watching you move away from him in the halls so he didn’t heckle you, that arose something in Miguel that made him smirk whenever you squirmed. However, you didn’t know that most nights when he got a reaction out of you, he would lock himself in his room and pull his cock so hard he’s as much of a mess as you were. Hell, he’s even caught himself whimpering your name a few times. But he wouldn’t ever admit it to you. I mean, its ridiculous! What popular asshole admits to the nerd of the school that he’s been touching himself just thinking about her?! His reputation would be ruined! but would he still do it? absolutely.

‘Honestly, I sometimes think flash is the meanest in our school.’ you say, as peter nods in agreement. ‘Yeah absolutely, either him or Miguel.’ He says, as you tilt your head. ‘Whys that?’ You ask, eyebrows furrowed. Peter raises an eyebrow. ‘I mean, cmon y/n, he’s horrible to you, he made you cry yesterday just because you took the last cake in the cafeteria!’ He said, chuckling. You look down. ’I dunno.. I mean he is a little mean to me but still, the difference between Miguel and flash is that Miguel is actually nice to his friends. flash is an asshole to everyone, including his own family.’ You admit.

Peter looks shocked. ‘I mean, you can’t be serio-‘ ‘been talking bad about me, Pete?’ A deep voice was heard. Your blood ran cold. You could see the fear on peter’s face. you both turned around, seeing Miguel towering above you both. You stood up immediately. ‘I- Miguel I don’t think peter meant it in a malicious way’ ‘I’ll deal with you in a second.’ Miguel snapped, as you looked down.

‘M-miguel I didn’t mean to-‘ Peter stammered, as Miguel scoffed. ‘You didn’t mean to? Oh yeah? So what, you weren’t just saying all that shit?’ He said, as Peter looked down. ‘I-i’m sorry.’ He stuttered, as Miguel clenched his fists. ‘You do anything like that again, I’ll get flash to fuck you up again. You hear me?’ He said threateningly, as he lifted his finger to tap on peter’s glasses. ‘Fixed your glasses huh? hm.. shame. Me and flash worked hard breaking them last semester.’ He mocked, as you looked away. The bell soon rang, and you and Peter quickly gathered your stuff to leave.

It was lunch, as you walked down the hall towards the cafeteria, you heard your ‘nickname’. ‘Hey, know it all!’ Miguel shouted out, as you turned around slowly. ‘Y-yes?’ You stuttered, as he grabbed your hand, pulling you into an empty classroom.

You squeaked, falling back into the wall, as Miguel locked the door beside you. ‘I-i didn’t m-mean to be mean last class Miguel i-i swear I-‘ ‘shut your mouth.’ He said, his voice deeper then usual. He turned around from you, as your face grew concerned. ‘A-are you okay?’ You asked. you hear him chuckle, turning towards you. ‘You’re supposed to be smart, but you can’t see what’s about to happen?’ He asked teasingly, moving closer to you. he stopped just as your noses touched, you could feel his hot breath on your lips.

‘..i-if this is some sick prank, it’s really mean.’ You whispered, refusing to look at Miguel in the eyes. He noticed that. ‘Look at me.’ He said, as you hesitantly look up at Miguel. ‘There she is.’ He teased, his finger lifting up your chin. ‘..y’know, I don’t actually think you’re ugly.’ He confessed, as your eyebrows rose.

You were confused. Very confused. ‘Wh-what are you..?’ You tried saying, as Miguel leaned closer to your lips. ‘Let me kiss you.’ He whispered, as your eyes widened. ‘..you-you hate me.’ You said, looking up at Miguel. He smirked. ‘Who says that?’ He teased. He leaned closer to your er. ‘I’ve been infatuated about you for a while now. I never knew why, but when I saw you with damn Parker.. it’s made me realise. Made me know for sure now that I want you.’ He confesses, as you gasped. ‘you.. what?’ you uttered out, as he leaned back towards your lips. ‘Can I kiss you?’ He asks, as you took a moment to digest what he just said.

Did Miguel O’hara just confess he liked you thew whole time he was bullying you? This is all too confusing for you. You should say no, you should go, you should push him away.

‘..yes.’ you muttered, as you watched Miguel’s eyes lighten up with something. Lust? Love? You’re not too sure. What you were sure about, however, was his lips on yours. It was a funny feeling, considering it was your first kiss.

His lips were warmer compared to yours, but they were soft. Too soft. As you both indulged in the kiss, his hands moved down towards your waist. You weren’t sure where to put your hands, so you just settled with his shoulders and hoped it was the right move.

He let go eventually, panting for air, as were you. He smirked. ‘You haven’t kissed anyone before, have you?’ He mocked. ‘Let me guess, you a virgin too?’ He spoke as you blushed, looking away. He moved his right hand to move your chin towards him. ‘Nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. Let me take care of that for you.’ He said, his voice sultry.

before you could respond, Miguel grabbed your hips and led you to an empty desk, lifting you up onto it.

You squeaked again, as he just chuckled in response. ‘Who knew little crybaby nerd was such a compliant little girl?’ He teased, as you looked up at him, your face filled with embarrassment. His lips met yours once again, as he kissed you sensually. He lifted your uniform skirt up, his hands travelling up and down your thighs. You pulled away from the kiss slightly to gasp, as he sighed. ‘..you ok with this?’ He asked, as you looked down. Soon enough you looked up at Miguel, nodding. You put your hands on his necks, as you pulled him in for another kiss.

You both were indulged in the moment, and before you knew it, your panties were off and Miguel was unbuckling his belt. You looked down patiently, and honestly a little nervously, to see if the rumour of ‘big dick Miguel’ was true.

‘..it is true.’ You mumbled, eyes wide as his hardened 8 and a half inches stood with pride. He raised an eyebrow. ‘What was true?’ He asked, confused. ’n-nothing. I.. is it.. is it erm, y’know- gonna hurt?’ You asked, your voice shaky. He looked down at you, sighing. ‘It might. But it’ll feel good soon enough, trust me. Okay?’ He said, kissing you softly for what seemed like the first time ever.

He slowly pushed inside, as your eyes widened. Before he could get to more then the tip, you winced. ’S-stop!’ You said, as he stopped moving. ‘..l-let me just.. g-get used to it..’ You said head on Miguel’s shoulder. He tutted, stroking you hair. ‘Haven’t you even put a finger in there before? Damn it, darling, you’re tight..’ He said, kissing your head. eventually, you caught your breath. ‘..g-go deeper.’ You said, as he nodded patiently, pushing all of himself inside. You cried out, tears falling down your face, and something switched in Miguel again.

He couldn’t help himself. That sweet defenceless face of yours, hot with tears, was enough to make him start bucking his hips into yours. He pulled in and out, his hands stuck tightly on your hips, as you clawed on his shoulders, gasping and whining from the painful.. pleasure? Maybe Miguel it was right, maybe it does start to feel good after a while.

As you both got into a rhythm, the pain was overseen by the pleasure soon enough. You were moaning in Miguels ear, gasping. God this was like a dream for him. You were a squirming, whimpering mess, putty in his hands. And he loved every bit of it. ‘god.. you’re so fuckable.. w-who knew the nerd would be such a fucking cute little slut?’ He teased you, as you just moaned in response. ‘Told you it’d feel good, didn’t I? C’mon sweetheart, use your words.’ He cooed, your face scrunching up in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He moved his hand from your waist to your cheek, as he wiped some of your hair away. ‘Hm? Thought you were smart, sweetheart. Wheres all those big words now huh?’ Miguel whispered, as you felt your stomach getting hot. ‘I- m-miguel i-it feels weird..!’ You managed to moan out, as he moved his forehead to rest on your own. ‘You’re gonna cum sweetheart, thats why.. don’t worry, I am too. we can do it together, yeah?’ He panted, as you nodded.

Soon enough, you reached your high, as Miguel played with your clit, making your first orgasm fucking amazing. Your eyes rolled back, as you moaned loudly. As you started to come down, Miguel pulled out, and came on your thighs with a loud grunt. You both stayed for a moment like this, your foreheads leaning on one another, sweaty and panting. once Miguel caught his breath, he cleared his throat and fixed his pants, walking over to the empty teachers desk to find some tissues, walking back over to you as he silently cleaned your messy thighs. Once he was finished, he looked down at you, leaning closer. ‘..you okay?’ He asked quietly.

‘m..mhm.’ you choked out, looking down. ‘I-..I won’t tell anyone.’ You reassured, as he nodded, moving your skirt down. ‘..you should go to the bathroom before running to the cafeteria. Your hair is uh.. y’know.’ He said, as you blushed and nodded.

Miguel left before you, as you stood up and sighed, fixing your hair and uniform. You then looked around the classroom.

You’ll never be able to look at history classroom the same ever again.

[tinybeetiny]

Whatever It Takes

This is a request and I hope it checked all the boxes and i'm sorry if it was what you were expecting 🙂and I’m also sorry it took me a minute to get this out… once I started writing I couldn’t stop! PLEEASSEEE read the warnings before continuing as I know that this is not everyone’s cup of tea! We listen and do NOT judge thank yew and goodnoit

->Starring: Nerd!Yandere!BestFriend!YunhoxAfab!BestFriend!Reader ft. Officer Jongho, Seonghwa and Yeosang, Detective Jin and Jungkook

->Genre: Yandere, Angst

->Cw: Explicit language, stalking, obsessive behavior, gore, su!c!ide, descriptions of death

Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist

Moving to a new school in a new city was always scary, but doing it in the middle of your third year in high school was even scarier. Would they even accept you? Would anyone talk to you? Would you fit in?

You feel your nerves rise inside your body as you walk towards your classroom. The closer you get, the more your hands start to shake. You stare down at the paper in your hands, "Homeroom: Room 3-5." You look up to see you're standing right in front of where you need to be. "Okay Yn. You've got this." you say quietly to yourself as you take a deep breath. You slide the door open slowly, and all eyes are on you.

You give a little bow as your teacher introduces you. Looking around, you're greeted with warm smiles. All your worries and anxiousness seemed to melt away.

Your teacher looks around for an empty desk for you sit at “Oh yes. You can sit right there next to Yunho.” she pointed to a tired-looking boy. You smile, giving her a little nod before making your way to your seat. Yunho’s eyes follow your every movement, the way your hair sways with every step you take, the way you smile at him as you sit down. He can feel his heart rate increase and his palms sweaty “Hi! I’m Yn, you must be Yunho?” Suddenly, his throat was dry, and the words stuck, not wanting to come out. He only managed to nod his head. You beam at his shyness, thinking he’s just the cutest you’ve ever seen. He reminded you of a little, tired puppy. His pretty brown hair fell right below his eyes as if it were shielding him.

When it was time for morning break a few girls grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the classroom. “Look Yn. You’re new here and you don’t know any better which is okay which is why I’m telling you this now. Stay away from Jeong Yunho. He’s a weirdo freak and I swear there’s something off about him” Chaewon whispers looking around while the others nod in agreement. You gave them a look not agreeing with the fact that she was judging the boy so badly. From the little conversation you had with him he seemed quite sweet. “Have you ever talked to him?” You questioned and she looked at you dumbfounded “W-well no I haven’t but you can just te-” you cut her off feeling frustration bubbling inside you “So how do you know? That he’s a “weirdo freak” if you’ve never talked to him” The girls stared at you speechless.

They never really thought of it that way. They remember years ago one of the boys going around calling him a freak, a weirdo and it just seemed to stick, isolating the poor boy. Nobody really knew him, no one took the chance to. It was easier to avoid him, and his gloomy appearance made him an easy target. His home life wasn't any better. His parents were around but they never paid attention to him and when they did they scrutinized every little thing. The way he stood, the one little wrinkle in his pants, the fact his bed wasn't made to their standard. Nothing was good enough, he wasn't good enough. He figured it was better to stay quiet and try to blend in, disappear. It only seemed to work at home, not so much at school. It seemed the more he tried to disappear the more people noticed him "Oh watch out. There's Yunho. If you get too close you'll catch his gloom"

Yunho went home that day feeling disoriented. He's never felt like this before. His chest constricted in a way that terrified him. As soon as you walked into the room it was like all the air in his lungs depleted and he couldn't breathe. All he wanted was to be near you, follow your every move. Something was brewing inside him that he couldn't explain.

Your first week seemed to go better than you were expecting. You had made a bunch of new friends. The next couple of weeks weren't as nice. You had a creepy feeling of someone following you whenever you were walking home. The other night you swore you saw someone outside of your window but when you went to look, no one was there. Even now when you're sitting with Yeji studying for the upcoming midterms you could feel someone's eyes on you. It sent a chill down your spine and you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand "Do you feel that?" You ask the girl across from you "Feel what?" She asks looking up from her book "Like someone's watching you?" You mutter and she gives you a quizzical look "Um... no. Are you okay? See we told you hanging around Yunho would do this to you. Catching his weird" She sighed. Irritation brewed inside of you "I think we've studied enough Yeji. Maybe it's time for you to go home" You say with a flat tone. Yeji scoffs, gathering her things before walking out without a word

As she closed the front door she felt it. The feeling of someone watching but as she looked around she saw nothing but night. Yunho's glare followed her as she rushed down the street. His eyes wander back to your window watching you get ready for bed.

You were quiet, unusually quiet, you didn't give him your usual cheerful "good morning" and he noticed immediately. He contemplated asking if you feeling alright but the words never left his mouth and he was stuck staring at you.

You look over and see Yunho's intense stare. He blinks before opening his mouth "You're quiet" he mutters. You give him a little smile before responding "Sorry. I guess I didn't get enough sleep last night" he nods as your teachers walks in.

During morning break you stay at your desk not feeling particularly hungry. You had called your parents last night about the paranoia you've been feeling but of course they told you not to bother them with such trivial things, especially when they're not even in the country. So you were left dealing with this by yourself.

Yunho sat back down next to you drawing you back. You turn to face "You should have lunch with me today" He looks at you surprised and shakes his head "I don't think that's a good idea" He says quietly while looking down "Oh please Yunho. I don't like seeing you sit all alone" you beg. He lets a little sigh contemplating "Only this one time"

Yunho quickly became one of your closest friends, your best friend. The endless phone calls and weekends together made you both inseparable, despite what the others have said. It took a few weeks to get him out of his shell, but once you did, it was like he was a whole new person. Before he knew it, he was no longer sitting alone at lunch, and he had more than just 4 contacts in his phone.

The rest of the year and the summer went by in the blink of an eye. Your last year of high school seemed to drag on though. It didn't help that you still had the feeling of someone watching you. You could've sworn things were moving around in your room too. But luckily whenever you had the uneasy feeling Yunho was there to save the day. He either came over to keep you company or he would stay on the phone with you until you felt better. He became someone you truly relied on. Your other friends blamed it on him telling you he was weird and that there was something off about him. You never saw it.

On top of all this, the stress of college acceptances were weighing on you. You had already been accepted into Sejong University as well as Hanyang University. Now all you were waiting for was Korea university and your top choice, Yonsei university. Unbeknownst to you, Yunho had also applied to all of the same universities in hope to stay as close to you as possible.

The day your letter came in you called Yunho immediately. "Yunho come over. The letter just got here and I'm scared to open it again." you ask demand "Oh good because mine got here as well! I'll be over in 5" he says quickly before hanging up.

He walks in your house casually and head straight up to your room "I'm here! Lets open these letters" He beams while laying on your bed "Are you ready?" you ask jumping on the bed next to him and he gives you nod. Taking a deep breath you rip open the letter "Dear miss yn we are honored to-" you squeal in excitement "Open yours now Yu" you say shaking him. He sits up holding the letter in his hands. He carefully opens the envelope before unfolding the letter "Dear Mr. Jeong. We regret to inform you that-" He sighs and you feel your heart drop "Oh Yunho. I'm so sorry" you say with a frown "I'm just kidding, I got in!" "Yunho you piece of shit" suddenly your phone started ringing from your nightstand "Can you see who that is?" You ask the boy who was closest to the noisy device.

He rolls over and stares at the screen. He can feel his eye instantly start to twitch "Why is Yeosang calling you?" He questions, staring hard at the screen "Oh! He asked me out the other day. He seem's really nice." You explain excitedly. You don't notice the way his fingers tighten around the device "You know he has a girlfriend right?" he tries to keep his voice calm. He watches your face fall "Huh? Really?" You ask in disbelief "Really! She goes to an all girls school in the next town over." Disappointment blooms in your chest. You thought that he was so nice and cute when he approached you, it was so hard to believe but why would Yunho lie? "Can you just delete his number for me?"

The next day when you were walking down the hallway to your homeroom you spot Yeosang. You decide you wanted to confront him about his girlfriend but as soon as he saw he practically ran from you. What surprised you the most was the cut on his cheek and the his black eye. “Yeosang wait!” You yell after him but he was already out of sight. At lunch you brought it up to Yunho, who looked surprised. “I swear it was a so dark and nasty looking” you exclaimed “Really? Poor guy. I wonder what happened”

The rest of the year went by in a flash and it was finally graduation day. You stand in the auditorium with Yunho and you look around to see if your parents were here. To no surprise they were nowhere in sight "It's okay, mine aren't here either" Yunho says while setting a comforting hand on your shoulder. You give him sad smile "At least we have each other!"

The summer before your first year of college was filled with dorm essential shopping, lots of trips to the beach, and of course, Yunho. There wasn't a day that he wasn't with you. Even now he's laid up on your bed watching you rummage through your closet "Do you think I should take all my sweaters? I know it's summer but by the time we start winter will only be a few months away." He watches as your eyebrow furrow in frustration "I don't know. Maybe just take a handful just in case you come back home for the holidays or something" He suggests "Ugh. You of all people should know I'm not coming back, not like they would even notice I'm not here" You groan, falling onto the bed next to him.

You sit in silence for a couple minutes before his stomach grumbles loudly "Jeez Yun, when was the last time you ate?" You ask chuckling "Well considering I've been here all day watching you lazily fold clothes into boxes... I would say probably this morning." He shrugs "Well. The night market is open late today so we can go walk around, get out of this stuffy room" You say while grabbing his hand and dragging him up with you.

"Hey, have you seen my cardigan?" You yell "You have to be more specific. You have like a thousand of them" He yells back in response. You could've sworn you hung it up and now that you think of it one of your perfumes went missing too. You make a mental note to ask Yunho about it later before grabbing a sweating and heading down the stairs.

You both sat down at some random restaurant Yunho found on tiktok "Have you seen my Byredo perfume? It's been missing for a few weeks" You ask picking at your food. Yunho pauses for a second "I have not. I didn't know it was missing." He replies calmly spooning more food into his mouth "Wasn't it almost empty? You said something about needed more so maybe you used the rest of it and don't remember" it was possible, you were down to the last few sprays and you could've thrown it away absentmindedly but you would've bought another one "Do you want to go get a new bottle? I'll pay for it" He offered and you nod enthusiastically.

"Do you want me to drive or do you want to?" Yunho askes loading the last of the bags into his car. It was move in day and you were so excited to see your dorm. You had all the decorations picked and you knew exactly how you were going to organize, you just hoped your dormmate would be a good one.

Yunho was a little less excited. College meant a bigger campus and a bigger campus meant more people you were going to meet. Your high school was small so it was easy to keep an eye on everyone but Yonsei was bigger, much much bigger. Would there be people who would try and take you away from him?

"You drive. You know I hate driving" You say, your face scrunching in unpleasantness. You hop into the passenger seat and set off on your long trip to Seoul. The drive consisted of you asking Yunho if you were there every 15 minutes. "Yn for the 20th time. No. We are not there. Trees are surrounding us" Yunho exhales "But we've been on the road for hours"

When you finally arrive to campus you marvel at the size and the beautiful architecture. At the entrance of one of the building is a big crowd of students which you assumed was first year students getting their dorm assignments. "I think that's where we need to go" You point over "Should we leave the stuff in the car until we get our assignments?" Yunho asks and you nod getting out of the car.

After 45 minutes of standing in line you finally have your dorm assignment and Yunho helps you carry your stuff. You had arrived before your roommate which means you got to pick your side. "Is that everything?" Yunho asks setting down the last box on your desk "I think so. Did you want me to help you with your stuff?" You ask opening the box that sat on your bed "No. I don't have that much anyways. Let's meet up for dinner later yeah" You give him a nod in response.

Your first year of college was definitely different than high school. The work load was more and the people were especially different. You found yourself spending less time with Yunho, not purposefully but you made some new friends and it was nice to have others to talk to.

After class one day your dormmate informed you that he had come by looking for you "Not sure what he wanted but I told him you weren't here and he just walked away without a word. He's pretty weird."

The start of your second year of college was a little different than you expected. Somehow over the summer, Yunho had become even more clingy than he was before which seemed impossible to you but here you are. You know you didn't help the situation. At first, you felt bad because he was so heavily outcasted but when you got to know him more he was a different person and it definitely didn't help when you called him to come over whenever you felt unsafe. Your actions only seemed to encourage his behavior. Your other friends keep telling you something is off about him but every time you explain his past and how he really doesn't have anyone. They seemed to understand or at least that's what you thought. They see the way he stares at you, the way he stares at others who get too close to you, the possessiveness that was borderline obsessiveness.

He had suggested you both move in together since you were allowed to move off campus but after having a dormmate you realized you were not made for roommates. But even though you live by yourself you were never alone, never. He would either come over to make you dinner or to help you study. Everywhere you turned he was there, it was truly suffocating.

“You’re a lifesaver San, thank you so much again” You smile up at your classmate "It's no problem. Let me know if you need more help" He gives you a little wave before walking off. "Who was that?" Yunho's sudden voice had your heart leaping out of your chest "Holy shit Yunho" You gasped, your hand clutching your chest "You scared me" His stare grew more intense "Who was that?" He repeated. He could feel his hand shaking as his nails dug crescent-shaped indents into his palm. "He's just a classmate. He was helping me study" You said carefully seeing the anger in his eyes. You don't know why he's acting this way. San was just a friend and so was Yunho. "He seems off. I don't like his vibe" His ironic words confused you "What do you mean? He's really nice" You tried to reassure him but he was having none of it "You don't know him Yn. I've seen him. He watches you, follows you around when you're not looking" he rambles and you look at him incredulously "San? What are you even talking about? He's been nothing but nice and I think I would know if something was" You say before walking off.

Yunho was hot behind you "You don't see it. I've seen the way he treats other girls. You don't want a guy like him. A no good scum bag. Are you listening to me?" You sigh "Yes Yu. I'm listening." He shakes his head in response "I'm gonna head back to my place, I think I need to lay down" You tell him hoping he gets the hint that you want to be alone, he doesn't "Oh I'll come with you. I can make you some tea or something then we can get dinner at that little place you like. Wait actually why don't you just come to mine. It's closer and we-"

"Yunho please!" He flinches at your sharp tone, eyes wide “Let me breathe. You’re constantly hovering.” He stares quietly as you continue to rant "I can't remember a single second where I was alone, without you. I swear for the past three and a half years you have constantly been there. Please. I need time away from you" Your voice slightly raised "Is that really what you want?" His eyes bore into yours. You let out a sigh trying to calm yourself down "Yes. I just need space Yu. It gets a little suffocating sometimes. I cannot be around you all the time. Like I get it, I'm your only friend and I'll always be there for you but I just need some time to myself sometimes too" You explain as he continues to stare at you. He nods his head before walking away without another word. You're tempted to run after him to apologize for your harsh tone but you know it had to be done.

A few days had gone by and not a word from Yunho, a little strange yes but you figured he was actually taking what you said seriously. It was sort of nice not having him constantly under you, a constant shadow. You felt like you breathe, you felt free. You were able to talk to whatever friend without being interrogated. It only started to worry you when a week passed and not a single text or call had come from Yunho. He had never gone this long without a single text let alone a phone call. You made your way to his apartment to check on him. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad happened. You tried to reason that he was actually listening and wanted to give you what you asked but a part of you knew this wasn’t like him.

As you pulled into his apartment complex the feeling of dread grew stronger. You had texted him that you were coming over but no answer which was definitely not like him. He usually texts back immediately but after 15 minutes still with no reply your worry only increased. The walk up to his door seemed to take the longest. You grabbed the door knob surprised to find it unlocked, he knew you would come.

A strong stench hit your nose as soon as you opened the door causing you to gag. You feel hot tears pool in your eyes as you tremble through his apartment "Yunho?" You call out. No answer. You walk further in calling out to him again "Yunho. Are you here?" you make your way down the hall “Oh my god” Your hand flies over your mouth and you slam back into the hallway wall. Yunho's body lay in his bathroom, dried blood crusted on the floor. A sob escapes you as you slide down to the floor. His lifeless eyes stare back at you. You shakily reach for your phone but your fingers tremble too much and the device slips to the floor. Tears blur your vision as you try and grab ahold of it again. Your chest heaves as you hyperventilate and your cries fill the apartment. Your tears fall onto the screen making it quite difficult to unlock it.

After a couple of minutes, you finally manage to dial out for help "112. What is your emergency?" The words get trapped and instead, a strangled cry comes out "Hello? Is anyone there?" The operator asks. You sniffle as your shaky hand raises your phone to your ear "I-i need help" you whisper "Can you please elaborate?" "he's, he's dead. Oh my god he's dead, please come help" you sob "I don't know what to do. Please help me" "Woah, slow down. Who's dead?" The question causes you to cry harder "Y-yunho. He's d-dead. Help me please" You sob "Okay dear, I've dispatched officers to your location"

How long had he been sitting here? All alone? What was he thinking? Did he think you hated him? Regret sat heavily in your chest as you waited for someone to arrive. This was all your fault. You made him feel like this. You knew he had no one else and you pushed him away. You knew you should've approached him differently, maybe talked to him over dinner and carefully explained needing some you time but no, you yelled at him without an apology.

His cold eyes continued to stare at you almost like they were taunting you "Look at what you did. You did this to me. You were my only friend and you knew that, knew that I had nobody. Where were you when I needed you most? Are you happy now?" Your sobs grew louder "I'm sorry Yunho. I'm so sorry" You brought your knees up to your chest and wrapped your arms around them as you continued to cry. You jump when you hear loud knocking and people entering the apartment "Seoul police department" "Over here" You weakly shout. The officers come into view and you point into the bathroom across from you. They rush in looking down at the body, one sighs and turns to you "Miss? I'm Officer Choi and that's Officers Kang and Park. We need to ask you what happened" He explained and you nod.

…

You sat on Yunho's couch as the officers moved about the space "Excuse me." You look up to see two men in very nice suits standing in front of you "I know it's a very hard time right now but we do need to ask you a few questions" You give them a slow nod "I'm Detective Kim and this is my partner Detective Jeon. Can you tell me what happened?" Detective Kim says while crouching down to your level. His eyes are so friendly it almost makes you feel calm, almost "I um, I hadn't heard from him in almost two weeks and I got worried" You explain and Detective Kim nods for you to continue "When I walked in here was this really bad smell and everything was so quiet" You pause, your stare burning holes into the floor "Then. Then I f-found him" You sniffle "He was just lying there" “Um hey Jeon. You guys might want to come and see this" One of the officers yells from the bedroom. Detective Kim gives you an apologetic smile "Excuse us. We'll only be a moment" He says before standing and walking with Detective Jeon down the hallway.

Five minutes pass and the detectives come back looking more serious than before "How exactly do you know Jeong Yunho?" Detective Jeon questions you and you look up seeing the serious expression on his face. Confusion takes over, did they think you were responsible? That you killed him? You didn't mean to, all you wanted was space. You never wanted any of this to happen "H-he's my best friend. I've known him since high school" You reply feeling tears gather in your eyes again "Just friends? Nothing more?" You look at them confused "Yeah just friends. What is going on?" They look at each other for a moment, contemplating "I think it's best if you look for yourself" Detective Kim gestures for you to follow him.

You follow the two down the hallway, past the open bathroom where Yunho's body lay with the white sheet covering him. They lead you into his bedroom. You didn't understand why you were in here, you've been in his room a hundred times and nothing seemed out of the ordinary until they walked over to the closet. When they opened the doors it felt like all the wind had gotten knocked out of you. A wall full of pictures of you ranging from when you first met back in sophomore year to last week. There were so many pictures of you changing, and sleeping, but what disturbed you the most were the pictures taken from inside your house. What made things even worse was the little box they pulled out. Inside sat three pairs of your panties, a tube of lipgloss, the mini bullet vibrator you thought you tossed out, and a few tissues.

You feel bile rise in your throat and you start to feel dizzy. Had it been Yunho this entire time? No. This had to be some sick joke. Any minute he'll pop out and yell surprise. But the longer you stood the more you realized just how real this all was. Suddenly all the air in the room disappeared and your chest tightened "Miss Yn?" The last thing you heard was Detective Jeon's voice before everything went dark

2 years had gone by since Yunho's death and you haven't been the same. Your friends had tried to reach out but they would go unanswered. You didn't know if you could trust anyone anymore. How could you go so long without realizing? You feel dumb, it all seems so obvious now that you know. If only you had listened to everyone in the beginning but you were so determined to prove everyone wrong, look where that got you.

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hey can i request ethan and reader who meet up in the typical “library spot” where people go to kiss or ykyk

wanna make out with ethan. i wanted to make this a bit more…saucy but i just can’t. i need like a co-writer for smut scenes.

pairing: ethan landry x gn!reader wc: 535

masterlist / ethan landry

there was this secret corner of the library that every blackmore student knew about. in a section filled with old vhs and floppy disks, dust coating every surface. even the librarians don’t bother with that area.

so a few years ago some juniors claimed that area as the naughty corner, stupid name, but gets the point across. people go back there to get handsy and suck face in private while still in public. kinky freaks.

and, you just so happen to be one of those people meeting in the old corner. you didn’t head straight to your destination, making a show of perusing the shelves of books you don’t care about. stopping only a few times, pretending to read the spines and summaries of stories that make you wish to sleep.

looking at your phone to check the time you saw a text from him and you smirked, “so needy,” whispering to yourself.

you left the history section and finally entered the abandoned section. “i’ve been waiting for you,” a faint whine from the male voice.

a mocking pout, “oh, my poor baby. didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

dropping your bag with a soft thud you walked to ethan, who was sitting atop a desk with his hands between his spread thighs.

stepping into the small gap, ethan moved to wrap his long arms tight around your middle and pulled you impossibly close. not leaving an inch of space between your bodies. fingertips danced up ethan’s flexed biceps before snaking behind his neck. right palm resting at the collar of his polo with your left hand sinking into the curls at his nape.

“i’ve been missing you. wish you didn’t drop mathematics.” leaning his forehead into your collarbone, his arms holding even tighter.

you huffed a laugh as your nails scratched his scalp, “ethan you see me plenty outside of that one class we shared. we’re hanging out right now.” pressing two quick kisses onto his crown.

ethan took a big sigh, the air warning your skin, “but it’s where we met then became friends. and also where i got the courage to ask you on a date before slamming into a wall. and to this day i’m still shocked you still went after that scene.”

removing the hand from his curls, you moved to tick some unruly hair behind his ear. fingers tracking the curve of the warm skin, following the point of his jaw to his chin. loving eyes admiring the boy before you.

“well, i don’t know if you know this ethan but,” heaving a big sigh, “i got a thing for nerds. awkward boys really turn me on.” completely serious.

ethan couldn’t help but sputter a few low giggles, giving your body a slight shake. “weirdo.”

“it’s very true. you could be a peter parker in another universe. smart and awkward. hot.”

ethan smiled shyly, “well now your just kissing my ass.”

you hand curled a hold on his chin, keeping him in place as you leaned forward. mouth inches from touching, “not yet, pretty boy. not yet.”

and the sight of ethan’s eyes widening was such an award. feeling his throat take a deep gulp a cherry on top.

-

a/n: i wanted to write more but i kinda didn’t want to and also it would have been horrible smut.

ethan landry taglist: @astrxq / @websterss / @teenagedramaqueenlisa

[f4iry-bell]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄 | 2

pairing: jameson hawthorne x nerd/good girl reader

summary: summary: who would have guessed taking an unwanted picture of her could lead to that tense moment? more than that, who would have thought it would get his attention to make a deal? and guys like him drain a person inside out when are interested in you.

series taglist: @clarissaweasley-10 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou @emelia07 @elysianwayy77 @lyra-kane @bewitchingkisses @zenikswaffleshop @off-to-the-r4ces @jamcarven

permanent taglist (for jameson): @clarissaweasley-10 @whatsamongus @sheisntyou @emelia07 @elysianwayy77

warning: edges????

word count: 1.5k

a/n: I'm so sorry, i wrote half of it during my exam week. next part will be better!!!😞

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After making their deal official by shaking their hands, Jameson immediately asked for her number. She was hesitant to give it to him, even suggesting that he'd accept her email address instead. Jameson made fun of her, and convinced her to give her number. She felt insulted when he made fun of her. She knows people do make fun of her behind her back but none of them really did it in front of her face.

“Is that what you're going to save me?” She rolled her eyes, and pushed back her glasses.

It read; Front Row Princess.

“I’m not wrong, am I?” She wished she took boxing lessons so she knew how to throw an actual punch. Because his smirk was annoying to the point she actually wanted to punch him.

“Well then, I'll save you as The Most Privileged White Boy of the Century.” She raised both her eyebrows, and added. “I'm late for my next class, so bye.”

Jameson just laughed at her comment. “Wait. Talk to me.”

“I just said I'm late. Are you deaf?” She looked pissed, she hates it when people act like one's words matter nothing.

“No. I did hear you. That's why I'm asking you to talk to me. Let's start from now, you go late to class. It'll be a different experience to enter a room full of students, or walking in the hallway with barely any students.” Instead of smirking he gave her a friendly smile this time.

“No, I'll start tomorrow.”

“You won't. Start today. Right now.”

“I don't want to be late to class. Everybody will stare at me, and God the whispers. I don't want my professor to be disappointed.” She blinked rapidly when she was talking.

“Your professor won't be disappointed. You still have time, just be 5 minutes late. Won't hurt a fly. And who cares what those whispers say? Don't you have a project you have to work on?”

She was quiet, Jameson had a victory smile. She can't accept that she is wrong, especially when she's with him.

“Let's chat. I'll go first. I like insane rides and speed because of the adrenaline rush. It gives me pure joy.” Jameson sat down on the floor.

“Uh…cool.” What she really wanted to say was ‘freak’ or ‘weirdo’.

“Now tell me something about you.”

“Uh…I don't like heights.” She confessed. “Ironic, I know.” She pointed at the edge of the rooftop.

“No wonder you got so scared when I came. You probably thought you were about to fall.” He chuckled at the memory of her jerking up.

“I could have fallen. Don't do that to me or anyone, it's not safe.”

“Okay, miss right.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m serious.”

“Alright, change of topic, what's your favourite pizza topping!?” He asked.

She sighed, this boy can never take anything seriously, why did she let him help her? Maybe it's his face, and how pervasive he was, or his charm. She wonders how she is going to keep up with him, because they are two different species.

“I don't like this.” She said on the other side of the call while sitting on her dorm bed. “I could get in serious trouble if I sneak out. New rule; you help me but without getting me into trouble.” She told him.

“You’re not sneaking out, just get a gate pass saying you have to meet a family member for dinner and you'll be late tonight.”

“I’m not good at lying.”

“Then I'll lie for you.”

“How will you do that, genius?”

“I'll tell the dormitory incharge that I'm your boyfriend, and we both are meeting your parents so my dear girlfriend might be late by just half an hour.”

“No! You're not saying that.”

“Then the first option is.”

“Fine. But will you at least tell me ‘Out of the Bubble Experience’ am I going to have?” She asked.

“Why? So you can either be mentally prepared or say ‘I’m not going to do it’? No way. Second lesson; Live in the moment.”

“I- I wasn't going to do either of those.” She frowned at how he was quick to read her mind from kilometres away.

“Sure. I'll meet you outside where I told you at 8:30PM. Don't be late, princess.”

“Now what?” She asked. She was wearing a normal red shirt, and a cardigan over it paired with flared jeans.

“We're going on a mini drive, mini that will only take an hour.”

“An hour?!”

“Just an hour.”

Most of the car ride was “where are we going?”, “are we there yet?”, “just tell me where!” and some music, Jameson asked her if she wanted to play any music of her choice but she knows that he'll judge her music taste so she listens to his stupid fuckboy music.

After an hour exactly he stopped a little away from their destination, he got out of the car to open the door for her but she was already out, and neither of them commented on it. Jameson thought she wasn't aware that he came to her side to open the door, and just let it be.

“What now?” She asked him, raising her shoulders.

“This is the part where you say “Is this the part where you kill me?”” She can see his cheeky smile through the moonlight, and just glared at him. “Alright, so we're walking half a kilometre, is that okay?”

“Yeah, but why?”

“What's the point of coming out on a night like this if not to take a walk?” He said as he started walking in reverse.

They were at the top of a hill, it was high, and the side Jameson was walking in reverse had an edge. He took slow steps towards the edge, there was a foot tall cement railing that was there at the edge, which he could easily trip over. It was about a foot thick as well.

“Stop.” She demanded but he kept going.

“I won't fall, princess. Relax, there's a railing.”

“You could trip over it.”

“Nah, my plan was to walk on it but seeing the fear in your eyes I think only I'll be doing it.”

“You what?!” She rushed over to him to make him stop walking backwards. Her hands reached for him to stop, as soon as they made physical contact, Jameson paused for a moment, and only a moment because he knew if he stopped she'd stop touching him. Like he predicted she tried to stop him by tugging his arms. Although there was a barrier of fabrics between them, Jameson still felt the electric touch that they write about. He finally stopped once he reached the railing, he turned away, and then sat on it then put his legs to the other side where they were dangling down.

“Jameson!” She let go of his hand once he stopped but boy did she not expect him to do that.

“Join me, we are about 90 feet high.”

“90? No way I'm sitting there! God, can you just get off of it please?” When Jameson looked at her she was genuinely worried.

“Are you worried that I'm going to fall?”

“Yes!”

“I won't. Now join me. You're missing out, seriously. If you want I'll hold your hands.” He was teasing her about holding her hand but a part of him actually wanted to hold her hand. “Come on. YOLO, right?”

She rolled her eyes but took a step forward, and hesitated to say something. “Will you actually hold my hand?”

He paused. “To keep you safe.”

She nodded, and sat. He put his hands behind her back to make her feel safe. She didn't put her legs to the other side, she was sitting close to him, he turned to her to see that she was looking down on her thighs but with her eyes closed. When he spoke the hair at the back of her neck rose as his breath fanned over her neck.

“If you're scared to face your fear, you'll never outgrow it. I won't let you fall.” He promised. “Just put your legs over, or not. But at least turn and look at the view. You are seriously missing out. And I really want you to see this.” It was true, Jameson was so excited to show her this small view from this high. He is actually a bit sad that she's not experiencing it like he wanted her to.

She sighed with a nod, and turned back to look, her eyes sparked.

“Woah.”

Jameson smiled at her reaction although it was just whisper he heard it crystal clear, maybe it's the distance but a part of him told him that he would hear her from kilometres away as well. He didn't want to call it infatuation, because he knew that they are binary opposites.

And would never work.

So he called it an experiment, a challenge, anything but infatuation. He was determined to make it stay that way, even if felt a little tug on his heart the way her eyes twinkled, and when she smiled looking at the view.

It doesn't matter, they'll never work.

part 3 →

[oralmisery]

Dear the King of Hawkins

The Love Letters were a means of catharsis, a way for Eddie to bare his soul. In private. They were never supposed to be sent.

Especially the one to Steve Harrington.

Basically a To All the Boys I've Loved Before au💌

[ complete fic on ao3 ]

Rating: E | WC: 12,293 | tags: Fluff and Smut, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Light Dom/sub, Dom Eddie, Sub Steve, One Shot, Porn with Feelings

When Steve sees the envelope he isn't sure what to think. It takes him a moment to even register who Eddie Munson is. In Steve’s circles, he’s usually referred to as “The Freak”. 

Munson is practically a permanent fixture of Hawkins high. A smear in the background, here to blemish Steve’s senior year since he flunked his own. If it's not Munson then it's some other oddly dressed weirdo. There's always people like that. The outcasts, the dregs, the ones you ignore. Except Munson. He’s pretty hard to ignore when he’s standing on lunch tables and being generally obnoxious. It's probably why there's so many rumors about him. Well that and being one of the only sources for drugs in town, Munson squeaks out of most beatdowns; what people can't punch they talk shit about.

People say all sorts of things. Satan worshiper. Nerd. Loser. Trash. Creep. Dangerous. Freak. Steve’s not sure how he can be a nerd and dangerous at the same time but he doesn't give it much thought. He's never even spoken to the guy. Tommy always got the weed on the rare occasion they wanted to smoke. 

That's why getting a letter from him was weird. It came in the mail. The mail. Mixed in with bills and coupons. It has a stamp, a little American flag. There is no reason for the guy to reach out to Steve, especially through the postal service.

Dear the King of Hawkins,

I'm sure every day is a sunny one when it's spent on a throne and under a crown. The way you walk these halls no one would believe otherwise. Everyone around you–drawn to your wealth, your looks and confidence–are just subjects turned fools. Led equally by charm and wrath. I wonder what it would be like to be favored in your court? To sit at your side, shoulder to shoulder, instead of distanced by so much more than just space? I can only piece together a flawed fantasy. A distorted image made from the glimpses I get from outside the castle gates. Assuming I’m even considered part of the kingdom, that is.

What the fuck is this. Steve snickers, did the freak send him a sad hate letter? Maybe to everyone in school? Tommy was going to have an absolute riot when he showed him, maybe they can compare letters.

I hope you at least know my name, Hawkins being as small as it is. You've never once looked at me like you actually see me. I know because I can't stop looking at you. Even though you're an entitled asshole, I happen to agree with what anyone with eyes can see. You are so beautiful I think they need to make a new word for it.

Alarms start ringing in his ears. He scans that last line over and over. No matter how many times he reads it, it doesn't change. He checks the front of the envelope to make sure it's really from Munson.

I wasn't surprised when you received your royal title. You’ve always had a way of commanding attention. Inspiring people to follow you blindly with enduring loyalty. I noticed it when I first moved here. I joined the 5th grade class halfway through the school year and everyone already knew each other. I was alone and scared shitless. I know you don't remember but that first week you invited me to a game of tag on the playground. You were genuinely nice, funny even. You made me feel like I could actually have friends here. Then Tommy returned to school after having the flu and we never talked again. I still remember your grin though, you had a tooth missing on the bottom row. Sometimes I see hints of that kid now, usually when you're talking up girls. I've got this sadistic urge to see your smile with a few teeth missing, just to compare you with your younger self. Which is entirely plausible with the fights you get into, but I fear the temptation to kiss you better will be too much.

He's right, Steve doesn't recall that at all. He's trying in vain to remember, but his memory has never been great and he's coming up blank. Can't even imagine Munson as a little kid, probably without his signature long hair. Nobody describes Steve as nice and actually means it. He skips over the word kiss because it’s giving him a terrible stomach ache. He drops into a chair and sets the letter on the kitchen table so the sweat on his palms doesn't smudge the paper.

Ya know, while I agree with the king stuff, I much prefer “The Hair”. Talk about temptation. Your hair haunts me. It makes my brain stutter, I want to simultaneously pet it softly and pull it out of your skull. I get why people used to give locks of hair as mementos. If I had a piece of yours, I'd twirl it around my fingers, imagining what I could do to the source. I want to see those brown waves messy, tug on them until your head looks like a bird nest. I want to see your hair spread out on my sheets. I want to find strands of it on my jacket, in my van, and clogging my shower drain.

It's hopeless, this infatuation. Fucking terrible in all honesty. You're a distraction I can't afford. I'm pretty sure I failed history last semester solely on the fact that you chew pens. It's a cruel combination; wandering attention and a vivid imagination. With the amount of times I've pictured you stretched around my cock, fingers, and tongue I can almost recall you clenching down on me like a real memory. I imagine opening you up real slow until you're begging for it with tears dripping down your face. The background changes like flipping through channels on a TV. Over the hood of your stupid car, Mrs. O'Donnell desk, the picnic table behind the school, anywhere that has a surface really. I probably imagine us most in my bed though. 

Steve’s stomach twists and revulsion burns his throat. It's fucking gross, Munson is a guy . And why the hell would Steve be the receiver in all this? Unwanted, graphic images play behind his eyes. He can't help it, the letter is descriptive. He can feel cold metal on his stomach and wood chafing along his back. Taste phantom salt from tears. He reaches up to run a jittery hand through his hair but aborts the gesture midway when he thinks about Munson wanting to do the same exact thing.

He considers just ripping up the letter without reading the rest but sick curiosity stops him. Like peeking out between fingers to watch a scary movie.

If it was just lust I could handle it. Teenage hormones and all that. But it's deeper than that, more than sex, I want you to look at me like everyone looks at you, like a king. It's horribly cliché but I want you to call me baby and hold my hand. Most of all I want to show you that someone cares about you because I'm worried you don't know that. There's this look on your face when no one else is watching, like you're not here but you want to be. Like you're waiting for something that's not coming. I think it's loneliness. Heaven knows I've felt it enough to recognize it. Maybe that's why I'm still harboring this torch for you even though it’s pointless. I wish I had the chance to make you happy, to take care of you and erase the word abandonment from your vocabulary. Even now, through the crowd, in the bleachers, the other side of the cafeteria, across the entirety of this shitty town, you're not alone because I'm there loving you every second of the day.

Yours,

Eddie Munson

A drop of liquid falls onto the paper, right next to Eddie’s signature. It knocks Steve out of his mental spiral and he reaches up to wipe at his eyes. He didn't even realize they were leaking tracks down his face. 

you're not alone because I'm there loving you every second of the day.

What the fuck is this. Eddie “the freak” Munson is in love with him? What's more upsetting is Steve’s gut reaction; he doesn't deserve it. This level of devotion. He suddenly sees himself from an outside perspective. He's not a good person. There's an inherent reason why his parents are gone most of the time, his friends are mean and shallow, and he jumps from girl to girl. There’s something lacking in him that drives people away, unless he–what were Munson's words?– leads with charm and wrath .

How does Munson know he's lonely when Steve didn't even know? It's mortifying to put an actual word to the feeling. That his efforts to surround himself with people, the “right” people, have apparently meant fuck all. He must look so pathetic to Munson, a deadbeat loser, who sees through him like glass.

What’s the guy’s deal? Why did Munson even send this? What does he expect from Steve? He wrote the words himself. Hopeless. Pointless . There's no ask to meet up, not even a request for an answer. He just drops this bomb into Steve’s life and expects to make a quiet exit? Just wants Steve to know he's loved for the sake of it? That’s dramatic even for the freak. The guy spends too much time doped up if he thinks he's going to flay Steve open and get away with it.

Yours,

Eddie Munson

Steve traces over the word Yours, with a finger. He’s going to get answers. 

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[afantasyoffiction]

a lil intro :)

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i'm newish to actively participating on this site as opposed to watching thru the window of pinterest...but i think its time i stop pretending there are limits to my insane obsessions ya know

i talk about: writing, procrastinating writing, reading writing and characters in writing who drive me insane!

my writing: i write poetry which i will post on here occasionally! but my main writing that is intended for other ppl to read is fanfic, and my fantasy wip:

my fics that you can go read literally right now if you want:

just to sit outside your door - buddie post-hiatus wip

if I glued myself shut (you would find your way in) - buck's pov during the 'are his concerns your concerns', feeling realisation

you've haunted me, so stunningly - eddie pov during the post -lightning convo w buck, based on that amazing edit making the rounds rn

just to sit outside of your (ipad screen) light - eddie post-hiatus mini fic, feelings realisation

the witches wip: a ya fantasy book (one day trilogy i hope!) about a world where witches are gone, but persecution of them isn't. trying to save her innocent sister from execution, my fmc gets dragged into a storm of political plotting, conflicting agendas and strange powers beyond her comprehension. a book about family, and realising that what you thought was a bedtime story might still be around to haunt you... tagged with #the witches wip

my ao3: a_fantasy_2 - all the good stuff is copied above! tags are #shameless fanfic plug and #caitlin's original writing

my sideblog: the blog incoherency was getting a bit much even for me so i now have a side blog just for Bards of New York content!!! check it out here

main fandoms: i have been in a ridiculous number of fandoms so this is not all of them but these are my main ones - bold are ones im currently in the trenches abt :)

9-1-1 (but any more discourse will kill me. i just want chill buddie and general theorising and fics mk)

marauders (my og loml one true fandom its a canon event i fear)

good omens (book and tv show changed my life)

anything leigh bardugo but SoC and RoW especially

supernatural (its been a while but then again i'm fandom posting on this site so its kinda a given)

anything by chloe gong....(message me PLEASE. best ya fantasy writer and my literal writing idol)

EPIC the musical - i love this so freaking much, if you don't know what this is go find out u won't regret it

hamilton (i am in fact hamiltrash, unfortunately)

all for the game (despicable. and yet...)

Bards of New York (i have a sideblog!!! see here <3)

tagging system: i got one of those creepy teeth 'frequent poster badges', so i think it might be time for me to get one of these. ahem. on an incoherent blog, i declare order:

#caitlin writes and yaps abt it - writblr content (these will almost always have the 'writblr' and 'writers on tumblr' tag as well)

#caitlin's homebrew hallucinations - any writing or OC content from my wips or poetry i share

#the witches wip - specific wip content!

#caitlin the english major - literature posts

#caitlin reblogs from even cooler blogs and/or #caitlin's moot besties - reblogging my moots or other cool ppl!

#caitlin does ask games / #caitlin does reblog games - making a separate tag bc i LOVE these

#shameless fanfic plug - fics that i write on ao3 and want to share here

#caitlin rambles miscellaneous - anything else thats incoherent

fandom posts will all be tagged with their fandom and with #caitlin a fandom nerd

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please send me: asks/posts/comments about these fandoms, short fic writing prompts within these fandoms, writblr content, writing questions, or literature thoughts :)

(pls don’t send me requests for money or ai content. i will block and delete, here’s why. )

basically reach out if you just want to ramble about any of these things because what else is tumblr dot com for ... seriously what. actually what was this site made for it beats me

[notimetoparty]

Okay, here’s MY question: would Present try to kill their own siblings if they saw them? Would the resemblance throw them off too much?

For A Weapon, killing people is easy.

It's what it was made for, it's what it was born for. It was told its only reason it continued to breathe was this one task...to exterminate the plague. If it did not kill, there would be no reason for it to live.

When the government found where those last remnants of the plague were, in a world far beyond the reaches of most, it knew its mission was almost complete. That this would be the final, small step to realizing that purpose it was given. It went there without a second thought, expecting to come back to its cell later with discolored blood on its paws and pincers.

It was surprised at how little survival skills the first one it found had. This beast, despite the scar on its eye, was wandering next to the border of the woods in broad daylight. What was it even doing? It watched, to its surprise, as the rusty black thing pulled out a guitar and sat on a log. It began to play a tune, messing up the melody and stomping on the ground each time with a hiss.

Unusual. Idiotic, too. The plagued normally knew to hide away, to live in the darkest corners of every world. And yet this case chose to sing and complain. Whatever. That made it easier to strike.

Eyes peering through the underbrush, it stalked and stepped closer. It pondered the most efficient way to snuff out its life. Avoid the head, to get away from the mandibles and pincers. Go for the neck. Always the neck. Stab and blast if needed, but don't waste valuable ammunition. Make sure that-

Snap.

So lost in thought, it forgot to avoid any of the sticks on the grassy floor. The plagued turned around curiously, now face to face with a yellow behemoth.

And they tilted their head, chuckling.

"Woah. Where the hell did you come from!?” She chirped. Another laugh erupted from them, a small chitter to their voice. “Are you a weirdo, hanging out in the forest? A little forest loser?”

…It blinked. It definitely should kill this thing here and now, right? It would be incredibly easy. But something made it pause. It instead gave a blunt, monotone reply.

“What.”

Without missing a beat, she then pointed at the augmentations attached to its arms and back. “What are those things on you? Some cool cyber stuff? Nerd!”

He continued to chuckle and joke, much to its annoyance as it growled. Eventually she calmed, wiping a tear from her eye as she gave a passing “sorry”.

“Whatever, it’s cool. My brother is also a nerd. He also likes running around the woods like a little freak! You two would get along great.”

Was this bug trying to make conversation? What an idiot. It glared at her, unmoving and unamused as it let out a huff.

“You should be more fearful of what lies in the forest,” It warned, “because I’m not here to make small talk.”

In response, she only shrugged.

“Whatev. I’m gonna go practice guitar somewhere else. Have fun pretending to be a sci-fi protag or something.”

Just like that, the guy turned away with her guitar in hand, humming a tune and giggling still under her breath. “Man, the fam is gonna love this story!” It heard her mumble as she escaped from its sight.

It should’ve pounced while the thing’s back was turned. It knew that. And yet…it let the creature go off without issue, as though its body was frozen in place. Were the circumstances that bizarre, so as to make a weapon not fire its shot? Nothing was special about that person, besides the unusually fluffy body compared to other plagued specimens.

Was it the similarities to itself that had it hesitant? The way their eyes bore the same red, and how her tail looked almost too similar to the one it bore? It was pointless to contemplate. It was pointless to compare yourself to the things you were meant to kill. Now, it was too late to even try to track where she had gone. She was already far out of sight, leaving it on its lonesome and without a new lead.

In a moment of weakness, the weapon snarled and kicked at the ground.

Killing was meant to be easy. Why was this suddenly so difficult? -Zinc

[alexxness]

Against Us - A Short Fiddauthor FanFic

Another one shot I've just posted on AO3!!

I don't think I've ever seen anyone writing or drawing comics about Fiddleford or Ford suffering from homophobia back in college, which I'm glad btw!! But they were living in the 70s back then, so I wrote this quick one-shot about them comforting each other because of homophobic people in college. (They are dating in this one-shot btw)

Btw, see if you can guess which song Fiddleford was actually listening to in the beginning ;]

Fiddleford was, once again, doing his homework, this time listening to “Pack Your Bags, Mack" on a cassette player he borrowed from Stanford.

He was alone in their room… He wondered where his roommate had gone since Sixer is usually the one arriving first. As soon as that thought came, Ford entered the room in a rush.

“Oh, hey Stanford. I thought you’d never arrive, is everything ok?” he says, while pausing the song.

“Oh yes, I’m fine, it’s nothing important.” the six-fingered responded, tossing his coat to his bed.

“You sure? You came in in a rush, were you… running from someone?--” Fiddleford concerningly wondered.

“I said I’m fine...”

“Okay… If you say so.” the Western boy responded, focusing on his homework once again.

Ford sighs. Fiddleford knew something was up, but Sixer didn’t want to bother his roommate with the same conversation over and over… Besides, just because Fiddleford is his boyfriend now, doesn’t mean he has to protect him all the time, Ford can defend himself.

“You know that guy in our, huh–” Stanford pauses.

Fiddleford turned his chair to listen to his partner.

“What guy?” he asked.

“That annoying guy from our chemistry class?” Sixer takes off his glasses to rub his eyes.

“Wait, wait… Are you talking about Roderick? Roderick Thompson?” Fiddleford assumes.

“Yeah, that guy,” Ford responds while wearing his glasses again.

“Oh gee, what happened?” the Western boy concerningly asked, as if it wasn’t the first time he had heard about this guy.

“The usual shit. I was just coming in a worry because I just COULDN’T. TAKE IT. Ugh, I wish I could just– Hit him, but I know I’m no better if I do so.” Ford looks at his fingers.

“Good that you have that common sense. But ‘ya know, some limits should be drawn sometimes, and I think Roderick has passed that limit for a long time.”

“What are you suggesting me to do?”

“I ain’t suggesting ‘ya anything. I mean, I go there and–”

“No, Fiddleford. I don’t need you to go there and defend me, I can do it myself.”

“I know, but– I don’t want ‘ya to go through this alone, besides… Roderick does kinda pick on me too.”

“What?”

“Yeah… I apologize I never told you.”

“Oh no, it’s ok. I completely understand you.” Ford paused “But… Hey, I know I ain’t no example, but you know you can tell me anything, right?” he seats next to Fiddleford.

“Yes, I know. And I appreciate that you are here for me, I’ll always be here for ‘ya too.” Fiddleford holds his partner’s hands.

“Of course.”

They silently looked at each other’s eyes, almost like they had a heart-shaped reflection inside.

“So like… What type of things did Roderick do to you…? If you don’t mind me asking.” Ford wondered.

“Well, the usual shit. Calls me a nerd, a weirdo, a freak…” Fiddleford paused, looking away “He called me ‘queer’ as an insult.”

“Oh.” the six-fingered has no words.

“Yeah. I just never told anyone about this, because I’m afraid my grandma may find out, and lemme tell ‘ya, she’s not kind to people like us, Stanford!” Fiddleford exclaimed with tears in his eyes.

“Oh, Fiddleford. I’m– I’m so sorry.” Ford softly hugged his partner.

“I love my grandma, but if she found out I’m with you, she’s– She’d go crazy.”

“I know. My parents ain’t no different, especially because of my religion.” Stanford responds while laying his head on Fiddleford’s shoulder.

Fiddleford sighs and lays on Ford’s head. “Why do our families have to be against us?”

“I don’t know. I’m sure in the future things will be greater for us though, but for now, I think we just have to live with this…”

[finniestoncrane]

Dear Finnie,

I am a very shy creature admiring you from afar. I’ve sent a few things on anon and your replies were the sweetest TwT

You seem so lovely and cool and kind and exactly the type of person I wanna be friends with. I just thought I’d let you know that you’re responsible for my Zero Year Riddler and TF2 (Sniper in particular ofc<3) obsessions, and I cannot thank you enough! And mayyybeee I’ve imagined us playing TF2 together, going to bar trivia (we’d win), and an AU where I’m your weird coworker who spots your Riddler merch and then proceeds to spend at least one full week rehearsing what to say until I finally stutter out a compliment. 

Thanks for setting up such a comfy little spot in cyberspace. 🖤

anon ok. lmao this has made me cry twice haha like openly sobbing no word of a lie

not to be too like. hijacky of your nice message, but up until 3 years ago i was the saddest little bean and i didn't know me and other people didn't know me and no one really had known me ever, and i was filled with trauma from repeated bad experiences in friendships, and my (ex)therapist was telling me i wasn't built for friendship and OOF

and now i get nice messages like this from people who want to know me??? if i told my younger self people would be this nice and this interested in me she'd freak out and agree completely that it's all worth the wait for real

and i think i'm still a little bit of a shitty friend, i get tired real easily, i get demand avoidance that stops me from messaging, but i think if you struggle past that you're a hero and i will love you forever and ever!!

and for what it's worth we would 100% win at trivia, when i go to the pub quiz with my old man team we almost always come like 3rd or 2nd place and that's against a team who cheats and a team who go away each week with homework for each other lmao

AND ALSO urgh to have someone come to talk to me at my desk and be nice to me??? that just straight up does not happen right now, but i think if someone saw the way i'd react to you being nice about my dorky desk then they'd realise i wasn't a silent weirdo lol

ANYWAY sorry this just made me overwhelmingly emotional, you don't go almost a full three decades as an undiagnosed autistic nerd without friends and react normally to people liking you i guess lmao but i appreciate this on a while other level i bet you didn't even factor in, and all of my good warm feelings are being pushed back to you ten fold ;-; 💚💚💚💚💚

[blushweddinggowns]

Dustin Henderson was not, or would ever be, a cool guy. If anything he was a certified dork, but oh well. He knew that, and he had accepted it. It used to bother him a lot more, being aware that he would never be a part of the popular crowd. He was too weird, his interests too niche. Not to mention his condition. That had been a bitch to deal with, physically and socially.

But the thing was, despite his own uncool factor, he had the coolest older friends. Like, ever. There was Steve, who somehow managed to give him girl advice that worked, despite the fact he’d never been with one. Girl advice that definitely helped him land the best, prettiest, and smartest girlfriend in existence. 

And then there was Eddie, the coolest Dungeon Master to ever exist. Something that Dustin didn’t even feel guilty saying, not when Mike was his biggest fan. He was insanely creative. And he was also in a freaking metal band? And let him and all of his nerd friends come to one of his shows at the Hideout? He was also like, one of the most avid readers that Dustin had ever met, whether that be through fantasy or history books. And he knew like a shit ton about politics, even if it was only to have stuff to back up all of his anti-establishment ideals. He was so freaking smart, maybe not in like, science or math and all of the stuff Dustin was good at, but everything else? Genius, or at least in Dustin’s opinion. Maybe not necessarily his level of genius, but he was still up there. 

Which begged the question, why the hell did a guy like that have to redo his senior year? Especially since Steve had managed to graduate. 

Dustin loved Steve, he did. And in no way did he think that he was dumb. He was just smart in different ways, like having great instincts and kinetic skills. Well… he did do stupid shit but like, in a smart way? Maybe? Dustin wasn’t quite sure how to categorize his favorite weirdo. But one thing was for sure: if Steve could do it, why couldn’t Eddie? 

He doesn’t ask right away. He’d become a little bit more self-aware over the years, and he knew waltzing right up to him and asking, Hey, if you aren’t stupid then why can’t you finish highschool? was not a good idea. But he does wait for an opportunity. Because Dustin is Dustin and works in almost all accelerated classes, he actually managed to share two of them with Eddie. And it’s not until he forces Eddie to be his lab partner in Chemistry when he starts to get it.

It’s not that he’s stupid, he just literally can not pay attention. 

“Dude, come on!” Dustin groaned, head in his hands in front of his open textbook, “How are you not getting this?”

He could fucking hear the ghost voice of Steve in his head, bitching at him for his tone, but this was just to frustrating. And Eddie’s nonchalant attitude wasn’t helping things. 

Eddie shrugged, too busy spinning his keys on his finger instead of actually reading what was in front of him, "Told you you didn't want me as a partner."

Dustin could feel his eye twitch and if Steve wasn’t in the other room, he probably would be yelling in frustration at this point. But the last thing he needed was to end up under Steve’s armpit for a well-deserved noogie. 

“I just don’t get what the problem is!” Dustin groaned, “Like I know you’re not stupid, so why are you acting like it?”

Eddie glared at him, feet propped up on the table, “Rude.”

“Well it’s true!” Dustin hissed, “Seriously dude, what the hell is the problem?”

Eddie sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, “It’s not that I can’t understand. I just… can’t make myself care.”

That was weird. Dustin cocked his head at him, confused, “What does that mean?”

“Like…” Eddie tried, struggling for the words, “It doesn’t grab me? I don’t know, but I can read a paragraph and have none of it stick, no matter how many times I go over it. And you’re right. I’m not stupid, But if I’m not interested it’s like… my brain stops working. I don’t know how else to explain it.”

That… actually made more sense than Dustin had been expecting. He was pretty damn sure he could work with that, “So we just need to find a way to make it interesting to you right?”

Eddie raised a brow at him, “I guess?”

Yeah, he could definitely work with that. He sent Eddie to the other room, to do God knows what with Steve before getting to work. It was kind of a big project to randomly take on during the middle of a Sunday, but he managed. He might not have been as good an artist as Will, but he could at least add a decorative flair to it. 

Three hours later and two check-ins from Steve and he was done. He nearly skipped to the living room, too excited to even roll his eyes at the way both of them were shamelessly tangled on the couch together.

He skidded to a stop in front of them, proudly displaying his newly titled notebook, “Tada! The world’s first Dungeons and Dragons themed study guide!”

Was that a nerdy thing to say? Maybe, but Dustin didn’t care. He was proud of this one.

Eddie sat up, wide-eyed as he plucked it from Dustin’s hands while he explained what was inside, “So I set it up with a guide to translate real world chemicals to potions in the game right? And then the formulas are written here but the problems are all worded like you’re trying to do alchemy in the game. And here….”

He explained the whole thing, his smile growing as Eddie got more and more excited. Steve looked… happy for them? Even if he was slightly judging, just a little bit. But there were some things that jocks would just never understand. 

Besides, it did work. And it worked pretty damn well in Dustin’s opinion. He was the only one that Eddie even let try to tutor him, because he was the only one who actually understood his problem, despite how clearly Eddie was able to put it. 

It definitely made him feel special, because he was special. Eddie even said so, beyond grateful that he found himself able to pay attention to his hard subjects for the first time in… ever. It was the least he could do. Especially since he was dealing with what was probably the only school year in his life to have zero bullies. And he knew it wasn’t because everyone in highschool was magically more mature. He’d walked in on an insane amount of swirlies and heard too many insults hurled at other kids to think otherwise. But luckily enough for him, people just… stayed clear of Eddie. Like he was actually scary or something. And… okay. Maybe he was a little. But only when he was like, insanely angry. Like rabid-dog angry, but that wasn’t an everyday thing. Though that didn’t stop everyone else from avoiding Eddie and most of his friends like the plague. 

But Dustin was lucky enough to fit in a little better, which was good for all of the extracurricular shit he had to do with random people. It helped that he was friends with Lucas, who was bordering on the edge of just being completely normal, the traitor. And getting rides to-and-from school from Steve himself was also a major plus. It wasn’t like the equivalent to having a car, but it was close enough. And a surprising amount of girls were silly enough to think they could have a chance with him. Which was kind of insane, considering how he really never tried. 

Dustin considered the world lucky that Steve turned out to be gay. Otherwise he’d be too powerful. How would anyone else have a chance?

And weirdly enough, the random crushes actually worked in Dustin’s favor. At least when it came to random project partners and tiny club elections, but still. It was nice to have friends that were so cool. Cool enough to make Dustin not feel like a weirdo among his other peers for the first time in his life, while not having to change a single thing about himself. 

It was nice. Really, really nice. So yes, Dustin Henderson was a dork. But now he was a dork with an edge. 

from the latest chapter of this fic

[willbyersenthusiast]

Hi ! I’m working on a video, what’s something you think ppl should know b4 getting into the stranger things fandom?

omg this is such an interesting question

something i think anyone should know not only before getting into the fandom, but before even watching the show: this show is made by, made for, and revolves around nerds and the weird kids. the kids that aren’t into sports, and trends, and popular things. not normal people.

people don’t understand why the people who like this show are “weirdos” and “freaks” and it boggles me. because the show centers around the lives of these nerdy kids who are into WEIRD STUFF. like learning, science, technology, fantasy, D&D and everything else. dustin literally walked into HIGH SCHOOL wearing a Weird Al tshirt and a “Thinking Cap.”

anyways, the bottom line is if you are not a nerd and a weirdo and a freak, do not try and delve into this fandom with a judgy mindset.

thank u 😘

[iwasboredsoimadethese]

He’s always alone

“-y,”

I mean, I’ve never seen him around anyone.

“-my,”

Even the nerds avoid him too.

“-emy,”

He’s not even a freak or a weirdo, just silent.

“-remy,”

He doesn’t even fight back honestly it’s pathetic he just lets people push him around.

“Jeremy,”

But I honestly think it’s more pathetic that I want to be his fucking friend so bad. I have no idea why just something about him makes me feel at ease.

“Jeremy!”

He’s such a breath of fresh air, he doesn’t hide what he feels, he’s genuine I don’t think I’d have to change or watch myself around him. He makes me feel like every single worry would wash away if we were to hug. He doesn’t make me feel like I have to put a facade just to fit in.

“Jeremy!”

God I just hate the fact that he can’t stand up for himself if I were to talk to him-

“JEREMY!”

“Huh?”

I look next to me

“Dude I’ve been calling out to you the fucks up with you?”

Oh it’s Ryan.

“Nothing, what’s up?”

“Nothing my ass dude you’ve been spacing out for a good 10 minutes,”

God just shut the fuck up please.

“Nothing man just fucking drop it,”

“Jeez no need for the attitude..”

He’s getting on my nerves.

“Have you heard?”

“Heard what?”

“Scarlett’s planing to ask you out, heard shes into you,”

Scarlett, your typical popular High school girl, pretty, cheerleading captain, perfect grades, perfect smile, etc. The only thing that isn’t perfect is her fake ass personality, she’s the type of person that you couldn’t tell your deepest darkest secrets, If you do? Best not make her your enemy.

“Oh.”

“Oh? OH? Seriously man!? Like the hottest chick wants to date you and your response is OH? What are you GAY!?”

Okay I’ve had enough.

“I’m going.”

“WAIT DUDE!!”

Walking the empty halls I think, how can I make him my friend? Looking up I see it.

The library

He’s always in there during lunch. Walking in I see him sitting a corner. I walk up to him.

I’m confident.

Who wouldn’t want to be my friend?

I mean, I’m famous around here

I’m the captain of the football team

I the dude everybody is jealous of

So he wouldn’t deny me right?

Right?…

“You need something?”

I didn’t even realize I was I spaced out..

“Hey.”

“Hey?”

“Be my friend.”

“What?”

“What are you, deaf? I said be my friend.”

“Is this another one your sick fucking jokes?”

“Excuse me?”

“No I don’t want to be your fucking friend.”

“Why not? I’m fucking popular, I’m the football captain, I have every hot chick crushing on me wishing I was in their bed!”

Fuck.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you honestly think I would say yes after all the SHIT you’ve done to ME!?”

What?

“Honestly, you and the dog shit that you call friends bully every. fucking. day. For no reason,”

“I-,”

“Do you even know my fucking name?”

“Huh..”

“My fucking name Jeremy do you know it?”

“…”

“Did you seriously bully me for so long and not even fucking bother to remember my name?”

“I..”

“Fuck off dude.”

I watch him grab his stuff and storm off.

….

“I’m sorry..”

I can only apologize.

But it was too late.

He was already gone..

_______________

OMG GIYS THIS IS LIKE THE LONGESTTTTTTT

STORY IVE WRITTEN I MIGHT CONTINUE THIS ONE OR THE OTHER INE

[solar-halos]

this is my most embarrassing post yet but it has to be said

please everyone don’t think less of me for not only thinking about this au but also having so many of the details planned out please. please. but in my defense it’s 1am and i’m showing no signs of going to sleep anytime soon so now i am subjecting u to every single thought i’ve ever had. ok i need to stop stalling here’s what’s been on my mind lately:

total drama/hg au. like total drama island but with characters from the hunger games

yes ive watched total drama island. yes i continue to re-watch total drama island as an adult. yes i do lurk on the tag. yes my brain is theoretically getting more and more developed by the day 😔😔 anyway let me tell u which character would be which

• ok i know it would be so easy to say that annie and finnick are bridgette and geoff cos they’re beachy surfers obsessed with pda, but that’s so predictable. also i don’t even think they’re that big on pda. also duncan and courtney are literally peak so i think that’s why i feel so strongly about this, but like, finnick is so obviously courtney coded. like being so people please-y and diplomatic on the surface but then lowkey being a type a control freak as the game goes on and then annie is there being a rebel without a cause and it rubs of on him. like at the end of the day duncan and courtney are the same ppl but different font and i think that works very well with odesta. also i love bridgette and geoff but oh my god those mfs don’t argue. not like i imagine odesta to argue

• ok enough about odesta. lets talk about everlark. i know this is so basic but katniss needs to be gwen like god INTENDED. like this antisocial little weirdo (gwen) who has a heart of gold and everyone knows it but her. s1 gwen/trent was so sappy and corny and normal up until The Kiss and love me hate me say what u want about me but i liked it. like wayyy more than duncan and gwen bc that ship is just like “what if a boy and girl got together” like they weren’t similar at all they just both wore black. anyway i love black cat and golden retriever pairings and that is so everlark to me. peeta literally would carry a boulder for katniss

• heather is so clove. lindsay is so glimmer. case closed

• this works especially well bc (and i know im jumping ahead in the series lore) cato is so alejandro. and tyler is so marvel. i don’t personally ship them that much but i know its definitely a Thing so it works out nicely

• beetee is harold 😭😭 the main total drama cast is so huge that’s it’d be kinda impossible to keep the characters within a similar age range but i’m kinda obsessed with Teenager Beetee. he would so commit voter fraud

• also i know it’s basic to say that johanna would be eva but like. eva literally allied with a fucking nerd she hated the fuck outta and some certified weirdo no one rlly fucked w. that’s so cf-core

honestly i don’t have as many thoughts on this as i thought. for some reason i don’t personally like having snow in more modern au things, so i think chris mcclean would still be chris mcclean. that’s the only thing that stays the same it’s still s1 of total drama island so its not a crossover chris mcclean just transcends fandom spaces. haymitch can def be chef hatchet tho

anyway i’m getting rlly embarrassed again, so bye