#he's probably a jock experimenting with his style

[count-pudding]

Arthur having a middle age crisis, and Merlin is just Merlin

I had a vision

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

miss faNGGGGG!!! MISSS !!!! FANGGGGG!!!!!! please spare some thoughts on brothers best friend oliver 🧎‍♀️im on my knees. cz like i think hed get a thrill out of the indecency of it and maybe sendo would deem you off limits cz you’re too “clean” for a guy like oliver and itd only fuel him harder…

SDJLFJDFLK g*d. i hate this guy.

i think.... with sendo.... you guys are like total opposites. sendo grows up as like.. the perfect athlete jock type son. super popular and stuff.

i know you say clean here but in my mind im imagining ur sort of alternative u just keep to yourself to yourself a lot you know.... like bear with me but because sendo is so in the spotlight u sort of develop your own thing and tend to have your own individual style. very Different i suppose. you're a little weird and otherwise super straight-laced. got bullied for being different at one point or another but found a few close friends in school etc

sendo is sendo so he's always been super popular. u drifted apart when he played soccer more and so while u know of oliver u dont rlly get to know him until he's already a slut lol. sendo tells oliver that u probably wont be his type (not to be an asshole but u are not usually like who he dates) and to not be around you in general.

oliver sort of assumes that u have some experience though. like you have a certain look and style of dress that makes u stand out. so imagine his shock and surprise when he tries talking to you and you're kind of meek. you're like super doe-eyed which makes it even worse. and olivers like. oh. i have to make it my lifes mission to fuck this kid.

and so he starts coming over and texting you a lot. you're . so naive. which makes sense considering all that sendo has told you. but he really gets off on just how easily you seem to trust him. guys lie you know? don't you have any sense of danger. but guys have never been interested in you and you don't think oliver is either.

you guys meet on accident in a 7/11 near your house once and he sort of. jumps on the chance to be alone with you. you just make it way too easy. like way way way too easy. he doesn't even have to get you drunk he just asks if you have any kissing experience and then asks if he can kiss you when you say no. and you're like oh i mean. i guess. and you're super clumsy and it gives him a weird boner.

you lose your virginity in an alleyway and in the filthiest way possible. no condom either. baggy hoodie stuffed into your mouth, basketball shorts down at your ankles, socked feet pushed up out of your sandals and your hands on the wall with oliver fucking you in public - squirt and cum running down the inside of your thigh. he's fucking you hard too, no mercy just his hands on his hips while he moans about how good your pussy feels around his dick

he's kinda horrible because he keeps teasing you the entire time. and then when you give him a fucked out look over your shoulder and ask if you can kiss again he nearly cums right there.

you're like drooling and your thighs are trembling. you nearly fall down in the middle of it because your legs are so weak. he ends up taking you home after the first round and fucking you some more after that.

weirdly i do think oliver in this scenario ends up dating you in secret. he gets off way more on your sex innocent reactions and hiding it than he thought. sendoes gonna fucking kill him later but well, it's not his fault you make such a noise when he fucks you face down ass up yk

[bearforcecaptions]

Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at me with a raised brow. Caught off guard, I lowered my phone for a second, my heart racing as I saw his tall, athletic frame and youthful face bathed in the early afternoon light. He looked every bit the young adult Turkish jock he was: probably mid-twenties, sharp jawline, thick dark hair, and muscles that showed his commitment to the gym.

I had seen him a few times around the campus, always with a group of friends, his confidence radiating like an aura. I knew someone like him—young, athletic, effortlessly charming—would never look my way. Not for someone like me, a lonely 47-year-old guy who had long ago given up on the thought of finding love. But today was different. Today, I had something that could make things… possible.

Trying to calm my nerves, I quickly raised my phone back up, aiming it at him. "Oh, just testing out the camera," I lied with a faint smile. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, but he shrugged and turned away, seemingly dismissing me.

I tapped a hidden icon on my screen, activating the reality-altering feature I’d only dreamed could work. Instantly, time around us froze. The birds in mid-flight hung suspended in the air, leaves ceased rustling in the wind, and the chatter of distant students became silent. Everything stopped… except for me. I took a deep breath, gazing at him, knowing I was about to change everything.

The transformation began slowly at first, subtle adjustments to his frame. His arms thickened, filling out even more as his biceps and forearms gained an undeniable bulk. His chest broadened, the thin fabric of his shirt stretching as his torso became more powerful, more solid. His lean, youthful athleticism morphed into a sturdier, burlier build that spoke of strength and experience.

His jawline softened slightly, no longer as razor-sharp, but more defined with a thick, gray-flecked stubble. I watched, mesmerized, as his facial hair grew in patches until it formed a full beard, the dark strands laced with silvery gray. His once-youthful features matured as fine lines settled around his eyes and mouth, the kind that hinted at years well-lived, at a man who had seen and done much more than the boy he once was.

The changes continued. His hairline receded slightly, leaving him with a close-cropped style that suited his new look—clean, mature, and undeniably attractive. I could feel my heart pounding, realizing how he was becoming not just older but more familiar. Like someone I’d known for years, someone whose presence was as natural as my own.

As I watched, his outfit began to change as well. The casual, trendy clothes he’d been wearing morphed, the fabric shifting and melding until it transformed into a striking red and yellow Galatasaray jersey, representing his favorite Turkish team. The jersey hugged his thicker frame perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and powerful arms. His jeans adjusted to fit his heavier build, comfortably loose but snug where it counted.

Then, a series of intricate black tattoos slowly emerged on his arms, weaving their way up from his wrist and forearm. The designs were meaningful, symbols of his journey, his roots, his life with me. As if each line, each shape, was a story we shared, memories of moments we had never yet lived… but now would.

A heavy watch appeared on his wrist, sleek and bold, the kind of watch I had always imagined he’d wear. I held my breath as I watched a silver band form on his finger, a simple but powerful symbol of commitment, of love. I felt a chill on my own finger, and I glanced down to see an identical silver ring glinting on my hand. It was cold to the touch, yet somehow, it felt like it had always been there. We were bound, now and always.

Then, memories flooded my mind, filling me with images and experiences that I hadn’t lived but suddenly remembered. I saw us together in Istanbul, walking hand in hand along the Bosphorus. I remembered quiet nights watching television, his head resting against my shoulder, his laughter a deep rumble in my ear. I recalled heated debates over our favorite players, afternoons spent in the kitchen trying to perfect recipes, and lazy Sundays where we did nothing but enjoy each other’s presence. I remembered the feeling of his warm hand slipping into mine, the comfort of having him beside me, knowing he was there for me and I for him.

I took a shaky breath, struggling to process the whirlwind of memories, the life that had suddenly become ours.

Time resumed.

He stood there, posed by the railing, a relaxed smile on his face, waiting for me to take the photo. But this time, there was something different in his eyes. A warmth, a familiarity. He wasn’t just some young stranger anymore; he was my husband. He was my partner.

I raised the camera, capturing his steady, confident pose, and as I lowered the phone, he walked up to me, casually draping an arm around my shoulders. “You always make me look so serious in these pictures,” he chuckled, his voice warm and familiar. “Let me see it?”

I showed him the photo, and he nodded approvingly, giving me a wink. “Good one. Now come here,” he said, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. It was brief, casual, but filled with affection, the kind of kiss shared between people who had spent years together, who knew each other inside and out.

And as we stood there, in the middle of the park, the world around us buzzing back to life, I realized that I no longer felt alone. We were together, a publicly out couple, as natural as the sunlight on our faces, as real as the silver rings on our fingers.

[vancemedicibutwhimsical]

Dont feel pressured or anything but now thaf uve put that idea in my head id like to hear more about them like hcs and stuff,

justed has been one of mt favs for awhile i think jts cutie

I AM GOONG TO THROW UP ON YOU/POS/PPOS/POS

I am not pressured i fucking love justin x ted and need so much more of them so let me tell you.

Also this MIGHT be an ask ive already answered i genuinely cant tell if tumblr is tweaking and gave this one back BUT WHATEVER IM ANSWERING IT ANYWAY

one of my biggest headcanons between the two of them, following the ‘ted fell first Justin fell harder’ situation, is that Ted would have his first experience in actually gifting your partner things/thinking of them when you see something.

In my scenario with Ted and Mandy, I think growing up in that misogynistic sort of time, Ted didn't realize that the lack of concern for providing anything to Mandy wasn't just ‘dude stuff’, he just wasn't interested in being her boyfriend outside of the status it gave him. In his head, he figured she could just buy herself things and it would be easier, right?

But when it comes to Justin, Ted can’t see anything related to Justin's interests without thinking of him. I think he'd be a bit embarrassed to actually be vulnerable and show that for a while, but one day would cave. Maybe Justin's birthday or something is coming up >_< I also love to think about their style differences and how they both pretty much admire each other. Sure, Justin is a prissy rich kid, but he does look great with his shirt tucked into some slacks. Ted might be a barbaric idiot, but he pulls off a jersey and shorts very well.

Although, they like to see each other on the opposite side of the spectrum. Ted loves the way Justin looks after they've played catch in the dirt; once-pristine running shorts and shoes covered in dusty dirt, his competitive expression slick with sweat. Justin likes formal events at school because he gets to see Ted in a dress shirt, a tie, or even a suit. He likes how button-ups hug Ted's hard-earned muscles, and how he gets to adjust his tie every 5 minutes for a closer look at his face. Overall my favorite headcanon has to be Justin turning Ted from this egotistical jock into a pretty genuine guy- sort of how he behaves when Jimmy unites all the cliques for a second. Not to say he's some fairytale boyfriend, but I think Justin makes him more bearable to be around. Teaches him some 'rich boy' manners that Ted probably doesn't understand fully, but attempts to follow in order to see Justin smile.

i love them,,,, guys,,, pls send asks for ships or ocs anytime you like i LOVE ANSWERING ASKS

[tteokdoroki]

Weird gf who as a kid had a hatred for the colour pink, an 'allergy' if you will. Who's parent(s) tease the living daylights out of, especially so now that they know Jock!Yuuji is her boyfriend. They haven't actually met him in person but can't wait until he's brought home. Always asking to speak with their 'son-in-law' at every call they make.

Now Yuuji teases relentlessly about the 'pink allergy' even more than them, if that's even possible (it is). He becomes their favourite child, sharing every little embarrassing moment so he can get those sacred baby photos.

omg was it a shared experience that we all used to pretend to hate pink and now we love it again because same??

like imagine starting to feel more confident wearing the colour pink again and it’s like one of yuuji’s favourite colours on you (especially because of his hair), so when he finally meets your parents they tease you both because if you were a kid you would have called yuuji a ‘stinky pink boy’ or something

you go to help your dad in the kitchen with dinner and your mum whips out the baby photo album showing you in all of these frilly baby clothes from the early 2000s up until when you started going to ‘big school’ and switched up your style because ‘pink was for babies’ n the whole time yuuji is laughing his head off :( admiring your chubby baby cheeks and gappy toothy smile !! over dinner he sits opposite your parents and by your side with his hand in your lap — he cant help but think about what your kids might look like in the future, when college is all said and done.

on the way home he probably gets all pouty “i can’t believe you had an allergy to your boyfriend before you even met him.” just to tease you, and his heart races as you get all flustered trying to explain that you were just a silly kid <3

[thestarkerisobvious]

Demon Lover

art by the always-amazing @starker-sorbet

Demon Lover

Rated NC17

It was moments like these that College Student Peter Parker was so grateful he didn’t have a dormmate.

And only partially because that meant he didn’t have a bunkbed.

Because if he DID… well… that meant he’d be having to take it doggy-style on the floor… a thought that made Peter smile to himself.  

“What’s so funny?” the jock grumbled, pulling away (again?!) and Peter looked back over his shoulder with a sweet, winning smile.  His hook-up, who had been all swagger and bold talk at the frat party, was suddenly nervous.  Possibly because Peter’s ancient dormhall creaked and groaned in a way that seemed particularly menacing tonight.  Mr. Jock had even mentioned the rumor that this particular hall was haunted, but Peter had dismissed that with a mention of the age of the building (and a very quick shedding of clothing.)  

“Just so glad you’re here, handsome,” Peter said gently, pushing his ass backward toward Mr Jock (who’s name might have been Hugh?) 

“Now how about getting back to work?” he added coyly, and Mr. Jock seemed to take the hint.  As he groaned in pleasure, Peter smiled all the more.  He was getting better at this.

His first few college hookups had been marred by his awkward shyness, and even by his all-consuming need to please.  This led to weekends spent with equally shy, equally awkward lovers who, while educational, simply didn’t satisfy.  (Plus they always wanted to hang out afterward, for deep & meaningful talks about sexuality or possible relationship-building activities or at least repeat-hookups.   Peter was interested in neither.  Peter was interested in experience.)

And experience was the best teacher.

Just like tonight.  He had developed a sweet-but-frank persona, a way of talking to his nightly conquests, both the kind-of-nervous and of-course-I’m-not-nervous types, that both put them at ease and  kept things moving at the pace he enjoyed.  The persona was one-part authentic and two-parts act, but it seemed to work most of the time.

And it seemed to be working now.  

“God you’re a horny little piece of ass,” Mr. Jock jested, grabbing Peter’s narrow waist with two huge hands, his fingers digging to Peter’s white flesh hard enough to leave bruises on a normal person.  Peter shivered at the thrill and spread his legs even wider, dropping his head and arching his back, moaning in need.  He didn’t care if Mr. Jock made fun of him for it now (or talked about him later.)  He was too hungry to care.  He whimpered involuntarily at the first sweet burn of penetration.

And then yelped involuntarily and bowed his back.  Damn this boy had no finesse.

“Okay, okay, let’s try that again…” Peter said quickly, breathlessly, trying to smile and soothe and readjust and keep their two bodies connected all at the same time.

A task that was not made easier when his framed Valedictorian certificate, and his framed Science Fair medal of honor and his framed acceptance letter all slipped off the wall simultaneously and went crashing to the floor.

“Nonono its fine, don’t worry about that…” Peter gasped, reaching behind him to take Mr. Jock’s hand, probably too tightly (dammit it was so hard to do this and remember his super-strength at the same time!)  “Damn thumbtacks never work, just do it like this,” he breathed, shamelessly moving his hips and his ass backward, trying to show this dumb ox how Peter wanted him to use his dick.  Fortunately, even this dumb ox had a sense of rhythm.  Moving with Peter he seemed to get the rhythm right (even if he couldn’t get the angle right to save his life.  Maybe math nerds would be better at this, Peter mused.)

It worked.  Maybe-Hugh grabbed Peter’s hips again in that bruising grip and started thrusting mercilessly and Peter stopped thinking altogether.

For just a few moments, it was perfect.  Those demanding hands.  That demanding cock.  Feeling full and controlled and taken.  

He was far stronger than Mr. Jock, of course.  As huge and broad-shouldered  as Maybe-Hugh was, Peter could have pinned him down with one hand.  And that just made it better, somehow.  Being powerful and willingly handing that power over, completely, to another man.

Of course, that other ‘man’ didn’t know how strong Peter was.  Hell, that other ‘man’ probably didn’t know Peter’s name.Peter distracted himself by sneaking a peek back at the powerful body behind him, all broad shoulders and smooth muscles and sweat.  Tonight’s conquest was huge and beefy and rough… also pretty dense, but Peter had learned not to be picky about hookups.  Especially ones that smelled as manly, as salty as this one.

And god just the sight of those sweating, straining muscles was turning him on beyond measure.  If only Mr. Jock would lean over his back just enough for Peter to feel the drops falling onto his back… but changing their position only a tiny bit might end the perfect rhythm of thrusting and Peter wasn’t about to risk it.)

Peter closed his eyes and opened up his senses.  Not the enhanced kind that let him know what people were eating in the dorm rooms down the hall (GOD he was so glad the rooms right next to him were empty.  It was hard to be quiet when you were getting a good fucking) but brought all the sensory input from this single room in to super-sharp focus.

The scent of sex and salt and urgency filled his nostrils and his brain and made him so very, very glad he had gone through all the trouble of convincing Mr. Jock back to his room.  And the body heat… even though it was only the boy’s legs pressing against the backs of Peter’s legs…  it was like being burned by an oven.  Once again Peter grinned with gratitude, this time about the excellent thermostat that controlled the temperature in his room.  Keeping it just a hair above comfortable (and then swearing it was broken and there was nothing he could do about it) made sure that his partners sweat, and right now his current partner was sweating beautifully.  It filled the room with the heady, sweet perfume that made Peter’s head swim.  If only it were possible to get pounded from behind AND keep his mouth attached to that warm, moist skin… maybe Mr. Jock wouldn’t mind a few tender, lingering kisses against his neck or chest after the sex was over.  Not every lover did. 

Peter loved the taste of human male skin, but if he couldn’t get a taste, he would certainly enjoy the aroma.  He arched his neck, raising his head, breathing in the moment, letting his senses record everything.  The beautiful scent of two human bodies working together, the constant, steady vibration of the bed moving against the wall, the throaty moans of the boy behind him…

“Gonna’ fuck you to death… I’m gonna leave that hole busted open from my dick…”

Peter ducked his head quickly before Maybe-Hugh could see him roll his eyes.  

Sometimes he wished he could turn his hearing off completely.

But now Maybe-Hugh was whimpering with a high-pitched, needy urgency that told Peter his perfect moment might already be over.  He turned his head to say something… maybe not something completely people-pleasing, maybe to actually speak up and ask for Maybe-Hugh to slow down a bit, to try to draw out the moment, even for a few seconds longer…

…then Maybe-Hugh reached out and grabbed Peter by the left arm and yanked it backward.

This sent Peter sprawling face-first into his own bed.  Which was not a bad sensation by itself, but sent Peter’s ass into a right-facing slant which meant Maybe-Hugh’s dick went in at a painful angle.

Peter yelped.

Then the lamp at the night table flung itself into the air and across the bed, clipping the other boy across the face.

Maybe-Hugh screamed.

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“It’s okayit’sokayit’sokay it’s nothing!!” Peter pleaded, reaching out as Mr. Jock jumped up from the bed, looking frantically around for his attacker.  “You just knocked the lamp over, it’s okay…

“It’s okay!” Peter said louder, not the other boy but to the room in general.

“What the fucking fuck was that?!” Mr. Jock finally managed, not even noticing Peter’s hands on his, trying to pull him back onto the bed.

“You just knocked the lamp off the night table… it’s not expensive it’s just from the goodwill store…”

“It went flying across the fucking room!”

“Well you were being really vigorous dude…”  Peter smiled, or at least tried to, fighting to find that tone again, the tone that would make his partners relax… to keep them in the mood… or at the very least, keep them in the room. 

“You were amazing… and pulling me face-down on the bed was hot… you just gotta keep it at a 180 degree angle and…”

“What the fuck is wrong with your dormroom, man?!?!”

“Oh come on, baby, you were so close!” Peter begged, trying to smile and look soothing, all at the same time.  Come on…”

He moved up to his knees and risked flinging his arms around Mr. Jock’s neck, letting his hands dangle behind the large, square head delicately.  “I promised you my ass was tight, and wasn’t it?  You were so close… come on baby… just because you broke my lamp doesn’t mean we have to stop…”

“Dammit they told me not to go with you, they told me this damn place was haunted…”

“My dorm room is not haunted!” 

Mr. Jock looked down at him, surprised.  But people always looked surprised when Peter raised his voice.  He had quite an unexpected tone when he was trying to keep things under control.

Peter wasn’t sure if there was any point in trying anymore, but still, he tried.  Mostly because they had only been at it for about seven minutes, and it had taken twice that long just to talk Mr. Jock into wearing the damn condom.  For an city boy, Mr. Jock sure hadn’t been too informed about safe sex.

“Hey… come on… are you really going to let some stupid, inane Tri-Delt ghost story keep you from getting laid?  Seriously?” He joked, softening his tone the tiniest bit, but not letting go of his lover’s hands, still pulling him back onto the bed.

“Now get back over here and get back to it!” he said, semi-playfully.  It seemed to work… they were moving back onto the bed in any case.  Mr. Jock’s eyes were wide, but he seemed to be obedient.  Especially when Peter turned his back and pressed it against that hard, muscular (sweaty!) chest, hooking one arm behind them both and combing his fingers through his lover’s sweat-soaked hair.  

“You just broke my lamp,” he teased, grinding his body against his lover’s suggestively.  “The least you can do is finish what you started…” 

“You spooky little shit,” came the growl from behind him.  “I’m going to fuck that candy-ass until your knees bleed…”

The lamp exploded.

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Peter continued to argue.  He might have pulled it off - in addition to super-strength and extra-sensitive hearing he also had a an uncanny gift of persuasion.  He might have even convinced the panicked boy for a few minutes longer - yes, said boy’s discarded shirt currently flying around the room but Peter had managed to keep his arms around Hugh’s neck and thus his face pointed it the opposite direction.

 But then Hugh caught a glimpse of the aerial laundry show in the mirror and it didn’t matter.

Then the heavy rotary phone on the other night table began ringing and Peter gave up.

It wasn’t a normal telephone ring, because of course it wasn’t.  It was a long, terrifying continuous wail, loud enough to drown out the stammering and swearing as Maybe-Hugh frantically yanked on his pants and attempted to retrieve enough of his clothing to escape.  “At least you’re not trying to yank the cord out of the wall,” Peter muttered, mostly to himself, as he sat, defeated on the bed.  The last lover who had done that in an attempt to make the phone stop making the ungodly noise had just found that it made the phone ring louder than ever…

…which, come to think of it, was probably how Peter got the reputation of living in a “haunted dorm hall.”

“You forgot your shirt!” he called out half-heartedly as his panicked hook-up ran out the door, slamming it behind him.  Not that it mattered.  Apparently Maybe-Hugh had decided that pants and shoes were enough to make his escape.

Peter signed heavily.  He waited.

Finally, the phone stopped its clamor.

Finally, the windows stopped rattling as the walls ceased to vibrate.  One by one, the floating laundry dropped, item by item to the floor.  

They even piled themselves right next to the hamper.  

Still Peter didn’t speak.

The thrift-store lamp meekly lifted itself up from the floor and floated, humbly, back to its original position.  Peter leaned over to one side to let it pass.  It was still hopelessly broken, but he said nothing.  

It wasn’t the first broken lamp he had to deal with.  That’s why he got them from goodwill in the first place.

He sat with his mouth closed for some time.  Forehead creased.  Considering carefully.  The silence filled the small dorm room.

Finally, he spoke.   

“Tony, we have to talk.”

[c0rps3l4dy]

I'm going to publish part of my oc's lore and some images of her, first warning don't make fun of her or I'll cry.

I made two versions of the sheet, since Kanye is quite bad at social interactions it's funny to think that they asked her not to make gestures when taking the photos.

She's Jimmy's half-sister, meaning she's the biological daughter of the man Jimmy's mother married.

Having been a gymnast as a child, she decided to join the cheerleading team so she could "stay in shape." Although she would prefer some other type of sport.

Her mother is Mexican and she had Kanye at seventeen.

Kanye lived in an abusive and poor environment because of her mother's frustrations that, sadly, ended up becoming her own frustrations.

She's on psychiatric medication.

She has a diary that she carries everywhere; it's full of drawings and personal writings so one time when Trent tried to bother her and take it away she beat him up, that was the second time she went into a fight with a Bully and earned Russell's respect for being "so small and violent".

In her first week at the academy she kissed Lola without knowing she had a boyfriend, when she found out, Kanye didn't speak to her again, although she still likes her a lot.

She has an emotional support (damn fat) cat that hangs around the girls' dorm.

Her relationship with each clique

🏈🏆Jocks🏆🏈

She has a good relationship with them because she's a cheerleader and because she probably has pretty privilege, there's not much to say about that; men see something beautiful that cheers them up, men feel happy.

The only jock she actually likes is Mandy.

She hates Burton, she hates him from the bottom of her heart because it didn't take long for him to take advantage of her and buy her silence by passing the class with an A+, she also heard that the last girl who had the same thing happen to her was expelled and Kanye didn't want to take the risk since she didn't have anyone in the country for her.

🪮🚲Greasers🚲🪮

The first greaser she had the pleasure to meet was Ricky; and it wasn't really pleasant. In her first shop class, having no experience in either fixing or riding bikes, she made a mess with the oil; Basically the jar exploded in her face and uniform and Ricky was the first to make fun of her but also the only one who offered to help her so, they got along quite well.

She doesn't feel much appreciation for Johnny because he's Lola's boyfriend, but she doesn't give him much importance either; she's just anxious that he'll find out about her little fling with his girlfriend, something that never happens.

Her relationship with the rest of the group is quite regular, not good, not bad, just... They exist and share a cig from time to time.

Lola please come back, the cat misses you.

🥊💵Preps💵🥊

Obsessed, crazy hopelessly in love with Bif Taylor since the first time she saw him. She's absolutely convinced they're soulmates and that they'll get married.

Darcelle (Another of my oc) was the one who fueled her delulu about Bif because he, like Derby, is close to Bif, friends since childhood. (Also Darcelle is part of the cheerleading team).

She can't stand Derby, it hurts physically to even be near him, but after time passes and Kanye becomes Bif's girlfriend, they tolerate each other more, despite the passive-aggressive comments they make when they are left alone for less than two seconds.

She wanted to join the boxing group but was mercilessly rejected.

She really admires how perfect Pinky is but prefers to treat her from a distance because she is embarrassed to get close, It would probably be awkward for both of them and she'd rather avoid it.

One day Derby decided to take her shopping as his dress-up doll because he was disgusted by her style and would never let her into the Harrington's dorm dressed like a townie again.

🧨🚬Bullies🚬🧨

She's basically Russell's protégé, if someone bothers her they'll have to deal with him.

Some of the guys in the group don't like her because, "How can a girl possibly beat them?" But they don't do anything about it because they don't want to get beaten by Russell.

Among the bullies, the guy who talks the most with her is Tom Gurney, they spend their time talking about horror movies, games or any related, they are almost besties.

👾🔭Nerds🔭👾

She hates them and they probably hate her.

Since Kanye is always in the boys' dorm, or at least most of the time, she always uses the console they have. When the nerds don't move away, she directly takes away their memory cassette and breaks it or throws it from the window.

They always call her a poser and she doesn't care, but it's still annoying.

On Halloween, Earnest tried to overstep on her for being dressed as Cammy, but she showed him why Russell respects her, That only made her hate for the nerds grow more.

She likes Beatrice because when Kanye spends days locked in her room, Beatrice tells her what lessons they saw in class so she doesn't fall behind in her grades, obviously in exchange for Jimmy going out with Beatrice or something like that but it's still good enough.

Blackmailed Earnest once a week since that jerk leaked Mandy's photos. He's going to live in fear until she graduates.

🛹🛑Townies🛑🛹

Literally being with them reminds her of what it was like back in her home country, and it takes some of the stress out of everything happening in Bullworth.

When she and Zoe met, probably after a trauma dump they were like "Omg, groomed twins" and then cried.

The one she gets along with the best is Clint and then with Edgar. She isn't close with the others but she loves hanging out with them. She generally finds them more interesting than anyone in Bullworth.

When the "attacks" on Bullworth by the townies happened and ruined Jimmy's reputation, it also led to the breakup of Kanye and Bif because of how problematic her brother is. Kanye sought solace in Clint and they dated for a few days until she found out from Jimmy that the townies had planned everything against Bullworth, then she dumped Clint.

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She genuinely adores and respects Jimmy, although they do not share blood ties, since they met, due to the negligence of their parents they learned to take care of each other, so It broke her heart how Jimmy kept leaving her behind as he became more popular.

She's hated Gary since she met him, she never liked how he treated Jimmy but she didn't interfere because it wasn't her place.

When Kanye finally liked Gary and they started getting along decently, Gary just fucked up everything.

Her dad genuinely hates her, before marrying Jimmy's mom he sent her for blood tests so as not to have loose ends when remarrying, only for the tests to come out positive that she was indeed his daughter, pelado hijo de puta.

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And that's all for now, maybe later I'll try harder and make it pretty with more information.

If you read this far, thank you very much. It was a nightmare to write all this without English being my mother language.

Please interact with my oc or if you have any questions or want your oc to interact with mine feel welcome, I'll upload Darcelle's profile later.

Template credits: @jimothy-hopkins 🫰🏻

[autumnfangirler]

It's the first of May! That means a new question!

How do your Sidesteps dress? Has that changed between their days as Sidestep and now? Does their specific villain career affect their wardrobe?

as guy famous for knowing next to nothing about fashion, this one was hard hsjhfjgh. i thinkk i got them all pinned down though!

Caine:

im convinced at least 40% of the reason ortega recognized him again at the diner was because of his clothes. its a ratty gray sweater with jeans and black shoes and that is All they ever wear. like i cannot stress enough, i joke about how all my characters are cartoon characters because i never draw them wearing anything else, but for caine they really are Just Like That. the only time they ever wear anything else is for spars/training, where they ditch the sweater and replace their jeans with sweatpants.

Cyrus:

he always toed the line between fashionable and grungy streetwear to me. for a good while when i first played him i pinned him down as grungy before deciding the presentability score was too low and switching.

something like these with a bit of a brighter pop of colour and a preference for rougher, stiffer fabrics. on occasion hell go for lighter clothes that fit closer to the fashionable streetwear side, sort of like this

as sidestep, he was a little more subdued. hed still wear more fashionable clothes, but hed also be equally likely to go around in a sweater and jeans. less concerned about looking good and more with fitting in. the personality in his fits came from the little trinkets hed carry around, which honestly hindered him at times while a hero hdjhejf. being a herohunter doesnt do much for his style, but theres a lot of utility in dressing rougher around the edges. his "dont look at me" aura has to do a lot less work.

Cecilia:

man. Does her specific villain career affect her fashion. wjhshf ok so the thing i figured out about ceci a bit ago is that her villain career will change her storyline and character Significantly, and her sense of style is affected by that. as a thief, she dresses quirky and preppy. lots of bright colours and bold fits.

she has more room to express her creativity and experiment, because when shes a thief, shes really a one woman show. she has no obligation to other people, and shes free to do whatever the hell she wants. as a mob boss, shes still has the ability to dress as she pleases, but shes more constrained by others impression of her. her crew knows her face, so her clothing has to be representative of her power and status. in game, she takes up an expensive elegant style.

looser, flowy fabrics, with that air of old money and just the right hint of personality to make her seem approachable. shes made sure to curate her looks well. i havent figured out what shes like in the other professions, so im not sure how shed dress! as for how she was like when she was sidestep, she didnt really have her own sense of style. it was a lot of experimenting and mixing between the ones she came across, mostly ortegas and anathemas.

Chance:

BEFORE I ANSWER THIS QUESTION. cynthia -> chance. ok now i can talk. this is one i actually had an answer to when i read the question adhsjdfd. something i dont think comes up a lot is that chance is a Massive jock. its a lot less prominent now, but in her sidestep days she loved just Moving. to accommodate she wore a lot of sportswear, and probably had more than a few lovingly used sneakers she held on to. she wore the most formfitting clothes out of all the sidesteps, less out of style than necessity.

slap a few more layers of clothes onto these badboys and youre golden. Post hb though, she didnt want to risk even the Possibility of skin, so she started overlaying these clothes with big puffy sweaters/coats and the like. she still wears them underneath though, theyre handy if she needs to get on the move quickly.

[merakiui]

VNSJSCJSKKGKSKWKF PUNK JADE????? as a jade stan i am CLAWING my walls istg

so we have himbo jock virgin floyd,, WE HAVE TO ELABORATE ON PUNK JADE CUZ THE THOUGHT OF HIM JUST MAKES MY WORLD SHAKE

seriously still kicking my legs at that tag omg the thought of punk jade fkkfjsjjc like those stereotypical wattpad bad boys but somehow he's a little more charming and... tolerable (to an extent), i guess...

he leans on lockers, probably rides a motorcycle his rich ass mafia father gifted him, and is definitely brooding and mysterious, but oh my god is it so attractive... you don't mind and it's as if you were put into a spell; especially after you realize you're tangled up in the sheets of his bed, your mind hazy and memories hardly legible <3 you realize he's just as bad as his brother but then again, he's soooo much better in bed, you don't mind in the slightest anymore !!! <33333

fjsjjfjdkrjv i'm just spilling my brain worms now jade has affected me once again

— (a new-ish follower named star hehe <3)

orz punk Jade is so fine omg,,,,,, he has so many piercings, a few very intricate tattoos here and there, and in my heart he kills it on the electric guitar. <3 he rizzes you up with just a few chords and you know his fingers do more than skillfully play chords. Omg omg and he has a split tongue!!!!!!! He always wears his hair in messy styles, uses hair gel to keep it spiky when he wants it to be, and maybe he smokes on occasion; perhaps even coerces you into smoking. >:) getting high with him is an experience omg,,,,,,, maybe you hotboxed with him in Floyd's van once and the two of you kissed a few times and you learned that he's so good at kissing???? So much better than Floyd, and you have to wonder how he's leagues better when Floyd's so social, loved (and feared) by all, popular enough to be with anyone he wants. Jade's just so alluring in a way that his twin isn't. Whereas Floyd's all broad shoulders and bulk and muscle, Jade's all lean muscle and willowy and agile.

You don't trust him to take you for an innocent ride on his motorcycle, so Jade suggests using Floyd's van for stuff. Floyd doesn't really care because he's so busy with sports; his van is already messy enough (he draws the line at cum stains, though. At least, cum stains that don't belong to Floyd himself lol). It's a little unfair that Jade's really good at sex because you want to experience all of this technique with Floyd (who has yet to make you cum with his dick, mind you). Jade just knows what tips you over the edge. He wrings orgasms out of you like he's trying to prove something, and maybe he is. You never really paid much mind to him because he was the "quiet twin," the one who, despite his notable fashion and style, didn't really draw your eye.

Jade just loves showing up in your life when you're trying to avoid him and his bad influence. He teases you about that all the time, playfully calls you good girl/boy/goody-goody when you insist you're only visiting his apartment to see Floyd. He has the stickiest, sleaziest smile on his face when he lets you in, speaking in that mocking drawl of his, "You know Floyd has practice at this time, right?" And god you want to punch him, kick him in his dick, tear his hair out. But you don't because you can't. Because he's addicting. Because he's good at fucking you and talking to you and being your friend and making sure you're safe and sound when you have a bad trip and asking if it feels good when he lays you down in Floyd's van and ruts into you like he has all the time in the world. You hate him, but then you don't because he's so much better than Floyd. And of course you still like Floyd, but he doesn't hit in the way Jade does.

You wake up in his bed more times than you can count, twisted up in the sheets or, more recently, in his arms, and Jade has such a fun time teasing you for it. But then he's so tender in the mornings, so soft and gentle, caressing your cheek or pressing kisses over the marks he left the night prior. The two of you are way more than friends, but neither of you say anything to make it official and so you're stuck in a situationship that feels so comfortable and enjoyable.

Omg and when he plays the guitar for you....... orz Jade is the worst thing to ever happen to you (or so you adamantly claim), but he's also the best because if it weren't for him you'd never form such a genuine connection with him. <3 also, he opened your third eye. You shouldn't settle for bad, sloppy sex with his brother when he can fuck you six ways from Sunday and leave you satisfied each time. He takes immense pride in this, too. Annoying, but you love him. You really, truly, honestly do.

[ilovefoodandslasherswithmasks]

So I had an idee for a cute Eddie x reader ff, and I had to write it, so I'm sorry the requests haven't really been doing it for me. But I promise I'll do my best to write and post those next♡ I just really, really needed to write this. This will also be a series in the future. Less likely to be spicy I think I'll keep this one wholesome 🦦

Reader is described as feminine. But if you want just imagine something different, like different clothes etc. Ummm basically strangers to friends to enemies to friends.

Y/n used a few times and will be used in the next parts as well.

More to come. There's some slight angst but mostly it's quite cute. Also some inappropriate thinking and actions of side characters. But nothing to triggering.

Lab Partners.

Experiment: crush or love?

Coming to Hawkins was weird.

You weren't only a very unique person, but your style differed from most people.

Not only that, you weren't a rude person, not a popular girl or smth like that.

Both nice or rude when you thought was fitting, first approach was always nice and gentle. If someone didn't deserve it you made all hell break lose.

Walking into high school was weird.

Glances from the shadows, the quiet kids hoping you'd be taking their place as a punching bag.

Jocks and other group of guys, showing zero shame checking you out.

Wearing a low waist pair of jeans, a slightly cropped, long sleeve shirt. Your hair styled the way you enjoyed. Not the type to go for those trends like the perm.

Walking past a group of metal heads who punched eachothers arms when you smilled gently. Typical honestly. Cute but basic.

Making your way to the head teachers office, who by the way, was a friend of your parents, much to your dismay cause he'd give you 'special attention' for the next year.

Huffing in exhaustion when you left his office with your schedule, locker number and all the shit you needed to survive around here.

"Old freak.." you mumbled as you looked for your locker.

Lost. Honestly so lost. How could a locker be so hard to find? Yeah well apparently these lockers had no numbers on them.

"Greattt" you say staring at the lockers on the wall.

"Where the hell is number 69....seriously he gave me 69? Out of all the lockers he gives me the one locker that will give me more unwanted attention?" You grumble as you walk down the hall, decided to leave the locker for later and to try to find your first class. Fucking science...

A groan left you when you walked straight into the wrong hallway.

"Oh come on!" You loudly exclaim turning to walk the other way to come face to face with some curly headed guy. Shit was he hot?

"Uhm....you new huh?" He asked. Did his voice have a rasp?

"Uh yeah can't find science class....or my locker..or the girls toilets to escape through the window." You say. Soon feeling embarrassed about the words you let out. You could've flirted but noooo.

"Mh well I'm headed for science....maybe I can help you with the locker problem..but the girls- well the toilets Don't got windows..so your great escape won't happen" he said playing with a strand of hair, his arms slightly folded over his chest as he stared and started to tug at his bottom lip after dropping the hair....gosh..

"Thanks" you say as he walks ahead. You follow silently. Seriously you couldn't get the guts you usually had to ask him questions? Not even his name.

You sigh as you step into the class he found a seat as did you, seated at the free tables. Next to you was an empty chair. Which would probably stay empty.

You could hear the whispers and whistles when you sat down. The teacher came in, a women. Cool.

"Hello Class I'm Miss Newcas. I'm your science teacher for the year. First I'd like to ask you all to find a lab partner for today's lesson!"

Great, great fucking great. You probably won't find a lab mate. All people started to bustle around. You thought no one would wanna sit with you the way they seemed to do with the cute guy...but the jocks started to shove eachother trying to get the seat next to you. Right. See how easy the new girl is and who gets her first. Great.

At that thought you grab your bag and books and make your way to the curly heads table, casually sitting down next to him the entire class falling silent.

You could feel him stare at you as you placed your books down, zipping your bag up to grab your pencil case.

You sat back up straight, turning to him finally smiling brightly.

"Ohh right the names Y/n" with a gentle smile and a little tug of hair behind your ear he introduced himself back faintly and quietly.

"Eddie.."

"Mh nice to get to be your lab partner today Eddie"

A few hushed whispers about how being around him would be your doom reached your ears but you didn't care.

Miss Newcas was busy writing something down.

"Okay, so I know some of you didn't get to partner with who you wanted to. And I lied. Your Lab mate will stay your lab mate for the rest of the year. And before you try to change seats or something I'll have you know I wrote down your names and who you're seated with..oh new girl I need your name."

She said gently, she was sweet but you just knew she could be a pain. Or so, the rest of the students here,felt that way about her.

"It's Y/n" you almost grew anxious when a guy moaned your name. Obviously the people here, well the boys, were the same as in every school.

"Okay. Nice to meet you! I hope you find yourself to enjoy coming to school here."

"Thanks." Not wanting to engage to much with her knowing it would make you the teachers pet right away. First day, no need for that.

When Miss Newcas vanished for a second you felt a gentle nudge from your lab mate.

"You really shouldn't be my lab Partner..trust me, no good comes from it"

"Why?"

"I'm not called Eddie the freak for nothing."

"Ohhh so people like to pick on you? Okay so what does that have to do with me wanting to be your lab partner? You've been nice to me right away."

"That's not-"

"Hey Y/n!" One of the jocks called from the back.

"If you want a good time The Freak ain't the one to go to!" You smiled sweetly at him as you turn to look at the guy.

"Oh yeah? I'm already having a better time talking to him than I do with you after just one sentence. I feel rather disgusted by your voice!" You say all cheery which gains a lot of surprised gasps and also some giggles from the rest of the class. It wasn't usual for someone to stand up or straight up reject and humble one of the popular people.

"Frankly 'the freak' turns out to be nicer than you even though I only talked so little to him.

I suppose you really are who you hang out with"

With that you turn back to Eddie, about to ask him more about him but a metal plate with a frog is placed infront of you. Which makes you tense..you thought this shit was only for the younger kids to do?

"So today you'll be dissecting a frog and then you and your lab partner will write down the words on the lines. Like where's the heart and all. We're gonna do this so I see what level you're on."

You take a deep breath as you started to bounce your right leg. Nervous, the teacher started to hand out the scalpels. One per table..and she gave it to you.

"The person I handed the scalpel to has to be the one to open the frog. The other one then gets to find the organs and say where each is. The one who cut the frog will write down the words on the lines. "

Your hand tremble as you looked at the frog, you're not made for this shit! You didn't care about gore in movies..but this shit. Nuh uh.

"You okay?" Eddie asked gently looking at you playing with the pick around his neck.

"Yeah..just this goes against what I believe in-"

"What?"

"I'm sorry that was a lie I'm just..I can't do this"

You could hear the teacher say the directions on how to place the scalpel and how deep to cut. Also told a lot of students to use the gloves that she handed out for a reason.

You placed the scalpel down grabbing the gloves and pulling them on. Stretching your fingers before picking up the blade again. Breathing coming to a stop as you held it over the frog.

"I can't...fuck.."

You flinch when his right hand wraps itself around yours. Your head whips to look at Eddie who gently looks at you.

"Close your eyes..keep them closed till I tell you to open them" usually you found it hard to trust but for some reason, you trusted this stranger. You imidiatly closed your eyes, turning your head slightly. A jolt of disgust coursing through you when you felt the skin first create a feeling of a certain resistance making it awfully aware that the blade was pushing into skin, a surface keeping it away from the guts before it suddenly penetrated the frog. Pushing in and slicing down. Shit was it off putting.

"Okay" he gently said letting go of your hand when he placed it back on the table.

You drop the scalpel onto the plate, taking off the gloves, wiping the sweat on your jeans before you grab the pencil and just stare at the paper.

"Okay so um, line one is the lungs..line two the heart" scribbling down what he said not even glancing at the frog. Glad Eddie didn't mind it. He even went and covered the frog with paper towels after the paper had all the required words on the right lines.

Surprised to know that all the words found the right lines. I mean no offense you expected him not to get them all right.

When the bell finally rang you grabbed your stuff, Eddie waited.

"You don't need to wait for me"

"Need to show you your locker sweets"

"Right!"

Sweets...the hell did that make you feel your heart throb. Surely, he was attractive but you wouldn't start crushing..right?

He leads you to your locker after the snort he let out when you gave him the number.

Which had you call him childish. But really it made it a bit more bearable to be new here. A first friend, on the first day.

Just as he was bout to 'leave you to it' you couldn't help yourself.

"Hey um..would you like to go see a movie this weekend? Like uh as a thanks for whatever that was"

"Oh, nah don't worry you don't got to thank me"

Ouch, you felt your smile drop slightly, this felt a lot like imidiate rejection.

"Oh okay..well I'll see you around then" smiling a little brighter again before turning to head to English class. You were just grateful he explained how to find your way around school. You couldn't possibly manage the awkward silence of him leading you to class after he shut you down.

When Eddie realized how that must have sounded like he turned to call after you but you had already vanished down the hall.

"Way to screw things over with a cute girl.." he mumbled before finding his own class.

The rest of the day was fine. Turns out both you and Eddie had history together as well as ethics. Which was nice. Also a bit weird because you tried to avoid him which made those classes a bit uncomfortable.

Let's just say you got to know new people, you befriended a girl named Chrissy, who first you were scared might be mean given she's a cheerleader. But you found yourself to be wrong after she stood up for you to one of the other cheerleaders.

One thing leed to another. Here you were conversing with the popular kids. Hanging with Chrissy and her boyfriend and friends in lunch, totally not fitting in but also quiet at peace at the table with them.

Well before Eddie said something over the entire cafeteria that stuck to you.

"Or the popular guys, betting who gets to screw the new girl first!"

You didn't expect that from him..I mean yeah you kinda ignored him outside of classes and found a new crowd..but that really hurt.

The moment those words echoed over the cafeteria you tensed, Jason screamed back telling him to fuck off. But you just got up and walked out of the cafeteria, Chrissy called after you but you really couldn't care right now.

The week finally ended and the weekend started, Chrissy called you up asking you to come to the mall with her which you gladly accepted. You needed some therapy shopping.

Surprised when she told you she didn't want to go with any of her other friends because they seemed judging even around her. The entire 8 hours the both of you spent laughing and whispering about boys,went by fast. She learned you thought Eddie was cute, but that you grew sad when he called that thing the other day.

Which turns out she was also surprised by saying that wasn't his style.

The day ended with the both of you getting ice cream before she dropped you off at home. Now another day till Monday.

Till science class..till Eddie Munson.

Trying to push away the feeling of betrayal as you wash the new clothes. And put away the new cds.

You ended up doing your homework, your window open as Mötley Crüe blasted through your room. (As you noticed. I like this band lmao, so now, you do too)

You hung up the new clothes to dry a few hours later. Grabbing the new, red dress that was thigh long, and had an extra layer of mesh on top that had light lacy like details. It was pretty. It also looked great on you, Chrissy loudly swooned when you left the changing room to show it to her. Honestly it made you blush. You weren't particularly used to supportive friends.

You found sleep harder than usual. When the morning showed through your blinds you found yourself wanting to call Chrissy and to hang out. But you also didn't want to seem clingy so you set your phone back down. Hours later she actually called first asking to get some cafe cause she had a bad fight with her mother.

You obviously didn't say no, so now you both sat in a cute and cozy Café talking about what happened. Chrissy kept apologizing for bothering you but you insisted you were happy she trusted you with it.

When you returned home from the hours of talking and the last conversation about you both not knowing what to wear to school which resulted in her insisting for you to wear your new dress and that she'd wear the green one that she got.

Not really matching but she wanted you to shine when you encountered Eddie in class tomorrow. Just for the reason of 'showing him you didn't care'.

Monday came way faster, the night you basically passed out after drinking lavender tea.

So the morning showed up to make you anxious. Mostly because you didn't want him to think you dropped him for the popular kids. But then again you were to proud and hurt to talk to him. And you probably wouldn't talk to him in class too.

You got ready and slipped on the dress adding some fitting sneakers to it to keep it from looking to chic.

The bus ride to school was alright, less students than usual, your headphones on as the sun burned against your skin already.

Today would be warm.

When you made it to your locker, pushing past the crowd. Which seemed to have gotten more since last week.

Ignoring the way some boys barked compliments after you as you headed to science. You honestly wanted only one guys compliments..and it made you feel more pathetic that you still cared what he thought. Well he made it clear what he thought. So when you made it to class. Walking through the door to see the table empty you let out the air that got stuck in your chest. Sitting down grabbing your pencil, doodling in your text book before you heard someone stumble into the chair next to you, glancing over he stood next to you awkwardly holding the chair keeping it from crashing onto the ground. You roll your eyes, mostly unwillingly before you turn your head away. Staring out the window, twirling your pen in your fingers, you could feel him stare and hear him clear his throat, you also hear him sigh when he didn't get your attention.

Eddie felt bad for what he barked over the cafeteria, at the same time he was to proud to apologize. He also felt like he got replaced by the other people way to fast.

He didn't know you actually looked forward to science till he did that.

Miss Newcas walked in pushing the projector before she looked over the class. She noticed the 'weird behavior' between the two of you and she honestly didn't know why she felt upset. You seemed to be a good influence on Eddie, she didn't remember the last time he actually cared about his lab partner. So she decided to chance the entire lesson.

"Okay so...today you'll get to know your lab mate. It seems some people here don't seem to fond of eachother. Maybe that'll change when you get to know one another and see the other as more human. I want you to write 10 likes and dislikes on a paper. I'll check if you did it. Then I want you to keep the paper for the rest of the year so you and your lab mate actually get along for the time."

Seriously? Today of all days? The sigh you released ended up louder and sounding more annoyed than you had planed. You shifted in your seat looking at him to see him already staring at you. Tapping his pen against the sheet of paper he seemed to think.

"You ask me first" is all you say before he sits up straighter. Starting to ask you stuff like your favorite color. Hobbies etc.

He felt more than happy hearing you enjoyed Mötley Crües music, he started to believe maybe he could fix this.

Before it was your turn to ask questions.

You asked him 9 questions. The same he asked you. It was going well or so he thought because the last question you asked left him in slight disbelief.

"Do you usually humiliate people you don't know infront of the entire school? Oh wait let me word it differently. Do you enjoy humiliating people you don't know infront of the entire school, and do you enjoy hurting their feelings with that?"

Let's say you grew tired of the bullshit. And the petty side of you might have gotten the upper hand there. But honestly? He didn't deserve better.

"No....I don't.. listen Y/n-"

"Done. No more questions, stop talking to me." Is all you hiss back slamming your pen down before turning back to look out the window.

He really screwed up. But you chose them over him? So what gave you the right to be upset about this? Okay well he knew he over did it with that comment but he didn't know better. Eddie felt hurt, he thought you'd end up good friends...maybe more. Just for you to talk less to him in class and more with your new friends. You both already didn't talk a lot outside of that one science class last week, the rest of the week were small conversations and awkward word exchanges. First you sat alone in the cafeteria, Eddie was going to ask you to sit with them but the next day after you and Chrissy talked in history he found you at the popular table. Abandoned is what he felt like, like you didn't care and replaced him so easily. Not sure why he wanted to be mean to you, he liked you more than he liked to admit and you leaving the cafeteria the way you did after he called that out. The guilt he felt then, he never felt before. He never cared about calling people out, but he also knew that was way to uncalled for.

When the bell rang you grabbed your things and were about to leave, the both of you ended up being the last ones to leave.

"Y/n please just hear me out!"

Trying to walk past him before he gently grabbed you by the waist pulling you back, pushing you to sit down in a seat that was right behind you.

"God please stop ignoring me...I get it okay! I never should have said that...just I was upset you replaced me"

You scoff, you planed to forgive him if he said sorry but he didn't manage to do that.

"Oh so you humiliated me because you felt replaced? How childish is that! What kind of excuse is that?! You could've talked to me about it but decided to make me look like an idiot and not only that you made my new friends look like bad people-"

"Because they are!" He says, his voice slightly raised as he sounded more upset.

"It's not your problem if they make a bet on who fucks me first! IT'S NOT YOUR PROBLEM IF I LET ONE OF THEN WIN OR NOT, TOO"

You never planed to let one of those guys hook up with you, but you felt hurt and upset and it also seemed like it would punish him if you actually did let one of them get you under the sheets.

The surprise gasp you let out when he trapped you between the table and his body sounded more like a strangled whine. He glared down at you and you could feel your breath catch in your throat. The twinkle in your eyes as you looked up at him, the way your eyes searched his face. He felt the way his heart picked up in speed. He felt the way he wanted to kiss you, let you see why he felt upset about the thought that one of those assholes actually got to you.

"Don't say shit like that....listen what I called across the cafeteria, they do that. They do that do all the new girls...I was trying to look out for you..okay I might have done it the wrong way...but I promise I didn't mean to hurt you with it"

"Oh yeah?" The mock in your voice felt more like a slap to his cheek then a nudge.

"So instead of telling me to be careful alone you had to bark it out to the entire school? You know that doesn't make them look bad but it makes me look like I'm easy"

"I didn't mean to-"

"Well you did thou!"

You almost found it attractive when he sighed and pushed his hair out of his face. Eyebrows knitted slightly before he closed his eyes taking a deep breath in.

Your eyes fell to his lips before he opened his eyes again. He was going to speak up before he saw the way you stared down. Not at his eyes but his lips. He licked them, he didn't want to, it just happened. It felt like his instincts took over.

"Im sorry okay? I never wanted you to feel that way, honest!"

Sighing, pushing away your thought's your eyes found his again, his looked different that before. Still the same but still slightly different.

"I didn't replace you. I was looking forward to science class till you did that.."

"Right....I screwed it"

"You did"

Awkward silence filled the whole classroom and ended up with him pulling away standing infront of you.

"So like...are we good?" You almost giggled at the way he looked like a small puppy.

"Yeah I suppose. Unless you pull that shit again!"

"I won't. I promise"

"Right can I get your number?" He asked after a few seconds. Which made you feel butterflies flutter.

"Why? You wanna call me when you miss my voice?" You planed to tease him but when he flirted back it slammed a deep blush across your face.

"Who knows. Maybe I'll need to hear your voice when I'm feeling especially frustrated and pent up"

"I-"

You huff grabbing a pen and rip a piece of paper off your textbook writing your number down pushing it against his chest before rushing out the classroom.

The rest of the day had you more than embarrassed, you told Chrissy in maths what had happened. And before lunch he stood behind you while you put your things away. Scaring you when you turned around to see him right there.

"Jeez Eddie! Scared me half to death!"

"Sorry, sorry....um do you want to sit with me and my friends in lunch?"

"Oh yeah but I should let Chrissy know I won't eat with her today.."

"Right..."

"Hey I promise I'll sit with you okay?"

He just nodded.

"Catch you in the cafeteria then?"

"Yeah see you there."

You basically sprint down the hallway to Chrissys locker, her telling Jason to head off first when she saw you.

"He asked me to sit at his table"

"Well you have to!"

"I know. But what if his friends don't like me? Or like if they judge me and think I'm just a popular girl looking for nothing but popularity or that I'm fake?"

"You're the least fake person I know. And I know a lot of people, you're so sincere. They'll see it too."

"Okay..yeah"

"Go get em!"

You hug her before you walk to the cafeteria. In the cafeteria line you see Eddie at his table already the entire table seemed full. Where would you sit?

You take the food from the women before you head to the table standing next to Eddie as he looks up at you smiling brightly. His gaze drifting to Mike and Dustin. The entire row moved down a seat. Making space for you to the right of Eddie. He gestures for you to sit down his eyes glistening as he stared at you, he noticed the dress this morning and in the hall the entire day. But you looked so beautiful.

"I could have taken a seat down the row...you didn't have to move" you gently tell the boys that sat down the table. They shake their head telling you they didn't mind.

"So."

Eddie started.

"What made you wear a dress today? You didn't wear a dress last week."

"Um well, breaking news, I can wear a dress even when I rarely wear dresses" you say, almost like you were making fun of him.

"Yeah...well you look good in it. You should wear dresses or skirts more..."

The faint blush that covered both of your faces didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the table.

"Sooo...who is the new girl. Didn't she sit with the popular folk last week? She doesn't belong here" said a guy with shorter curly hair. Man he really didn't sound happy to have you here and the glare he send your way just proved it.

"Shut it Gareth! This is Y/n, believe it or not she's nice, hanging out with popular people didn't rot her yet"

"Rude" you hiss at him letting him know he shouldn't talk like that about your friends. Honestly mostly because of Chrissy.

"They can be nice, well...some of them."

"Yeah like Chrissy and....yeha right only Chrissy, isn't that right Y/n?" Asked the guy next to you, he had a dorky smile, his curls short and almost in a shag. He had braces.

"Can it Dustin. Anyways Y/n is my friend she's pretty and sweet. You all better be nice or DND today won't be good for any of you"

This earns a few frustrated huffs and irritated groans but they decide it's best to do as Eddie says. The rest of lunch they're actually all talking to you, even Gareth started to enjoy having you around. Eddie threw in comments here and there but he was busy staring at you. When Dustin shoved Mike , he almost fell off the chair caused you to start laughing. They started to basically fight eachother right there and then. It was entertaining. When you looked at Eddie to see if he was laughing like the rest of the table your breath catched in your throat. He was staring at you.

Like you weren't stupid, you know that kind of stare.

Longing, adoration...basically just a crush stare.

Your smile dropped slightly as you blushed before he leaned closer looking directly at your face.

"You got a pretty darn cute smile"

"Thanks..."

[bearsinpotatosacks]

I have a stranger things theory in the same vein as a few reset theories I’ve seen.

They've been using a weird form of time travel which isn't really time travel but also isn't not time travel if you get me? I'm just realising that I'm not exactly sure how Eleven goes back into her memories? Is it a hypnosis thing? They play the tapes and she's transported back there but can only relive, not change, a Christmas Carol style? Or was it her powers making her relive them but instead of someone else's memories, it's her own.

They used this, and combined with general ability to see into someone's mind and how she just straight up resurrected Max, I don't think it's too much of a stretch to say she could time travel.

I have a scene in my mind of Eleven realising that there isn't a way they can destroy the upside down forever, Vecna is immune to their attempts and she maybe has been having moments of deja vu throughout (think loki s2 where he keeps time jumping to the past and future) and realises that the only way to stop it once and for all is to stop it happening at all. She makes the hard decision to go back and stop herself from sending Henry to the Upside Down but it's a hard decision because there's a high likelihood that if the other kids didn't die, if she'd just killed Henry instead of sending him to the Upside Down, she never would've got out and so she's sacrificing her friends and also the lives her friends have made.

Think about how good of an ending that would be, for them all to decide to sacrifice their lives now to make a new one that they won't even know is different. 

Will never goes to the Upside Down so may be more confident and not as traumatised. Jonathan was never looking for Will in the woods, so never took those photos of Steve and Nancy before Barb died, because she never died, so Steve never destroys his camera, so Nancy never bonds with him because he has evidence of something killing Barb, so they may never get together in the first place. And because there’s no demogorgan, and no love triangle, Steve may still have been a popular jock because he probably didn’t fall out with Jonathan, so didn’t have to apologise and change. 

Robin and Steve may not be friends because the mall wouldn’t have been built as a cover up for the russian experiments. And because Steve didn’t change, and Barb is alive, there may have been no ‘you’re bullshit’ argument at Halloween so Steve doesn’t have to apologise, and he doesn’t help and bond with Dustin because there was no Dart so Dustin wasn’t trying to get to the Party. This means that Dustin’s just closer to Eddie, because Eddie just graduated in 1986 instead of dying, he maybe doesn’t even really like Steve because Steve stayed a popular jock.

Max wouldn’t be in whatever state she was in because no Vecna. But also she wouldn’t have the trauma of Billy dying to get her to be a victim because Billy was never possessed so is still alive, so maybe Susan and Neil are still together, so Max’s life is shitty in a different way. Also if there’s no upside down then Will wouldn’t be possessed and there would be no demodogs, so Max wouldn’t have sneaked out so Billy wouldn’t have beaten up Steve so Max wouldn’t have stood up to him (at that point, I like to think something like that would still happen).

Would Joyce and Hopper still be together? Would Joyce be with Bob still? 

And most importantly, what happens to Eleven? Is she still in the lab? Is she dead?

She goes back, kills Henry, Dr Brenner walks in and says ‘what have you done?’ and everything goes black.

She wakes up in her bed in the Byers’ old house. Joyce is in the kitchen, Will at the table. Hopper’s at work. It’s normal. She goes to school and things are normal, but she’s in the hellfire club, Max is fine, Lucas is in the basketball team.

Nancy’s at university, Steve’s got a job and they’re living together, she just knows. They don’t know who Robin is. Jonathan is also at university, he was never with Nancy, he and Will shared a room after El came to live with Joyce and Hopper. 

Eddie’s band’s playing Hawkins, they’ve got a cult following and are on tour. Billy’s coming to see them, because Billy’s alive, duh, Max says like it’s common knowledge, because it is. He just left town one day, keeps occasional contact with Max now that Neil’s in prison, he started on Susan and her after he left and the party noticed and after a year of pain, he got convicted. 

By the end of the day, El’s struggling to remember the original universe, the original story. It’s normal.

[celorangeine]

curious how your ocs would interact with mine because I love them so much :) @got-a-new-recipe-for-pound-cake

I would like to say im so SORRY!!!!! I've been putting off so many requests because I am rlly not good at coming up with interactions n stuff 😧😧 OH MT GOODNESS. thank u so much btw I love all your ocs too they're all so fashionable

Bennie would hang out with Bailey the most before he got expelled because he was an actual jock. he'd be as close to her as she is to the other jocks and he would #definitely go to her to gossip about the jocks. especially cause Bailey's a non-clique student and hes pretty sure she's not gonna snitch (right ...?!). probably also asks her the most invasive questions ever about Kirby. questions that make her wonder how the hell would she even know that. I think they'd still talk from time to time after he gets expelled when Bailey goes running

Yuudai however. wouldn't even like Bailey at all. he is an asshole in general so it's his regular treatment. he's also one of those old fashioned people who think any sort of mental illness means you're like actually insane. he'd know about her adhd from someone else probably and it made him wary. the only time they'd get along I think is when maybe. in one good day she asks him about the greasers and they talk about them. Yuudai asks her why she doesn't like Lola and says "If I was a girl I'd do the same thing 🙄🙄Free will." also at one point they'd shit talk about the preps together and maybe Bailey would feel guilty about talking about them so badly but Yuudai will definitely ❤️ make her feel better about it

Bennie finds Cherub so adorable and he loves him. he loves kids and has experience from being the one mostly taking care of his older siblings so he'd treat Cherub the same though more recklessly. I think Bennie would try to convince him to stop clinging onto Gord and take him to a carnival and he. idk ended up coming back with three broken bones. But the kid's fine so everything is A-OK!!! 😁😁😁 he gets banned from hanging out with him or any of the preps

Yuudai hates kids . he would wonder why the hell this tiny ass kid is walking around Bullworth hallways past the most intimidating guys being so out of place. he also wonders why the hell he'd want to be like Gord. he HATES That Guy!!!! they wouldn't interact at all I think. the only time they do, Yuudai glares at him or something & tries to scare him. Cherub does not GAF!!!! 😭😭😭

Bennie would admire Gummy's fashion style SO much. Bennie would love to indulge in her dart challenges but he never bets any money on it because not only is he BROKE but he knows he'll never win with his shitty aim. I think they'd get along pretty well. not until they're like. close best friends. but they'd still be friends

Now Yuudai would like Gummy even though he'd rarely understand what she's saying. mainly bc she's a greaser. he'd still think she's kind of a loser but he respects her bc of her motorcycle fixing and dart skills especially. he'd definitely get mad when he loses but WHATEVER..!!! 🙄😒😒

[valancedbreakfast]

I learn so much about myself and play with and experiment with my identity through roleplay. And a ton of stuff bleeds into my characters and back into me as I play them. But there's one instance where the emotional bleed from my character to me was just so wildly strong.

I was playing a kids on bikes style one shot for Halloween where we played as a group of kids who were dared to stay at a haunted house over night. My character Theo, a freshly out of the closet trans boy, had a huge crush on the friendly and oblivious jock played by my friend Mark.

After a particulaly harrowing experience with a ghost where Theo finally came into their own and found their confidence by standing up for his own and others' right to be gay and still treated with respect, it was time. He knew this was the moment to pull the jock aside and confess.

Now Mark means a lot to me. I love him a lot and I tell him so regularly. But in this moment, Theo was so embarrassed and so afraid of confessing to his crush that it spilled over into me as a player hard. It felt like my heart was in a vise as I struggled to choke out "I like you. no, i like like you." It's probably the hardest thing I've ever done while roleplaying.

Anyway, bleed is cool in both directions. I fucjing love exploring myself through roleplay.

How high is your bleed threshold?

If you're into roleplaying, you've probably heard about bleed. But do you know what memetic bleed is, or emancipatory bleed? There is a whole network of concepts out there about what spills over between characters and players. And if you've ever wondered why not everyone experiences bleed the same way, you'll love to read about bleed thresholds.

[popculturebuffet]

Next up for the FOX adult animation shows, favorite character from the 2009-16 era: Sit Down Shut Up, The Cleveland Show, Bob's Burgers (the biggest hit in this batch), Allen Gregory (the show no one likes and FOX themselves tries to distance from), Napoleon Dynamite 2012, Axe Cop, High School USA, Lucas Bro Moving Co, Golan the Insatiable, Bordertown, and Son of Zorn?

Okay so this is a fun one for a bit reasons: the bulk of these came from a breifly lived attempt by fox at their own late night block ala adult swim done on friday's, Animation Domination High Def. It was honestly a rad experiment that lead to some nice little weird shit you wouldn't get in the more dom com focused lineup including one I think you missed i'll throw in. It's why this is a three parter instead of a two parter: they crammed five diffrent shows into this block most solid. Most. We'll get to that. For now...

Sit Down and Shut UP: I've been waiting for this one... because i fucking hate it. I did not like it as a teen and as an adult any memory of it is bad and should feel bad. I have no intrest in reviewing this unless someone drives a dumptruck of money (or you know 5 bucks for an episode), up to my house. Sit Down and Shut Up comes from the creator of Arrested Devleopment, Mitchell Hurwitz and the connection was hyped up with both Will Arnett and Jason Bateman returning and the cast.. was fairly stacked: In addition to the dynamic duo we had Kristin Chenowith (An actress I always like to see), Kenan Thompson, Will Forte, Cherri Oteri, and Henry Motherfucking Winkler. It's an utterly stacked cast, and also Nick Kroll, that the show utterly wastes having them as one dimensional strrotypes. With main character Larry Littlejunk GET IT HE HAS A TINY PENIS, they TRY to basically make him into Micheal Bluth.. but lack the depth micheal had, being both the straight man bu talso a bit of an asshole. Larry.. is just an asshole who will throw out his morals for his love intrest, but also berates her rather than talk to her while Will Arentt is stuck playing a jerkish jock someone probably through resembled GO. The rest of the characters aren't trying to play arrested development and the show tries to go for a clone high style self refrenital tone but dosen't have the goofiness and rapid pacing needed to pull it off. The result was just a miserable show and what i consider to be the model o f a bad adult sitcom: adult jokes for the sake of it, shock humor, and thin characters who aren't likeable enough to root for and aren't over the top bad enough to be entertaining.

The Cleavland Show: MY HAPPY MUSTACHED FACE IS REVIEWING THE CLEAVLAND SHOW! ha ha ha. This show... is meh. It's the defintion of meh. It has a bright spot or too: They got both David Lynch and Brian Cranston in regular roles, both doing a good job, Terry, Cleavland's gay best friend an da really great character played by Jason Sudekis to perfection. Also best character. But the show itself.. feels like family guys leftovers. For all the flack American Dad got on release as "OH NO ANOTHER SETH MACFARLINE SHOW".. it wasn't. It has some surface similarties to family guy, but even in the pilot none of the characters really match. With Cleavland Show while there are diffrences, it's a LOT closer to family guy in both characters and tone. Cleavland becomes peter 2.0, and the rest of his family are kinda bland in comparssion. The result is a show that just.. dosen't need to exist which is a shame: this is one of only two sitcoms with a promdominently lead cast fox has had. The PJ's may not be for me, but I can repsect the effort that went into it. With Cleavland Show while it has some I just.. can't get into it. And i've tried. There's only a handful of episodes that really work. It's not as bad as family guy in i'ts edgelord era but it dosen't make it GOOD.

Bob's Burgers: Gene. This one just.. lept out and I welcome that: Like many of my faviorites he's the king of the one liner, a guarnateed laugh anytime he says something wildly inapproriate and gets the requisite "Gene" from his father.

The show itself.. is excellent, one of fox's best and a show that, once I got around to catching up, is shockingly consitent. It does have a dip like other fox shows with the seasons before the last one and current one being hit and miss and some aspects not working (How many stories do we need about Tina's friends being shitty before we move on to something else. I know Middle Schoolers make bad choices in friends sometimes, I was there, but come on), but not only has it slowly recovered, with the amazing rudy last year being one of the shows best episodes, but even it's flop era is a lot tamer compared to the others; The Simpsons and Family Guy both had obnoxious periods with notably horrible episodes and character derailment that haunts the franchise discourse to this day. King of the Hill's ocasional painful attempts at

Likewise didn't easily go away. In contrast Bobs just... has less banger episodes as it goes on, something natural for any shows, and still pulled out an excellent movie and a few standout episodes every season, if not more, while also playing iwth the characters and status quo in clever ways to keep it fresh. Other shows went through clear seasonal rot... Bobs.. had a slight seasonal rut.

The show on it's own is just charming: A family who genuinely loves each other, is weird as hell and each member is nicely fleshed out and entertaining: While they can have weak starring episodes, I don't see any of the 5 belchers as a weak link, all lovely fleshed out weirdos with a lot of dynamics to play with. Each of the belchers has some form of dynamic with each other, some bond that makes for plenty of episodes, with an interesting rotating side cast, the bulk vocied by comedy legends (Seriously name a good comedian of voice actor from the last decade. Odds are pretty good they've been on the show. Not 100% sadly but pretty damn consitent), and i'ts own nice little world. It also has an eyepatch wearing millionare lunatic voiced by Kevin Cline. There's not really a lot NOT to like about this show. If you don't that's okay but it's still a standout and helped the shift towards more wholesome adult animated shows, ones that still had plenty of adult content, but weren't cruel or adult for the sake of being an edglord. It's a good show that needs to be adult animated, and showed what the medium could do when it really cooked at a time edgelord nonsense was winning and continues to be consitstant long into it's probably forever run.

Alan Gregory: I've only seen clips and like sit down and shut up you'd have to pay me to watch this pigs anus of a series. Whoever thought "A gay man forces a straight man to be his sex slave" was chucklesome needs to go down a hole and never come out. Just any hole. Even a manhole. Live in the sewer with the dolphins. Just go.

Napoleon Dynamite; I haven't seen a lot of this one either but it feels like the oppsitie: While Alan Gregory never got a chance and good, fuck em, Napolen neve rgot a chance: even I wasn't intrested in givign it one. The movie was fine but by the time the series came out i'd gotten past thinking it was the best thing ever and moved into my modern opinon of "it's quotable as fuck and relatable as fuck but not my faviorite thing". From what clips i've seen and what i've heard though the show is excellent, taking it in a weirder direction, and simply serving as aless down to earth and more cartoony sequel to the movie, but with some of the same awkwardness and most of the cast coming back for this. IT seems deeply charming, awkawrd and fun and I want to look at it some day. Or at least just watch it.

Axe Cop: Not sure on a faviorite but I am sure this series slapped. Axe Cop for those less familiar was a phoenominon in the late 2000's and 2010's where a 30 something illustrator teamed up with his child brother (diffrent marriages for their shared dad), turning their fun playtimes into a comic adaptin them straight and capturing that golden moment of childhood wonder in a bottle.. or a comic. It eventually got a tv show that looks good as hell and captures that same bizzare childish feel. It's only on an adult block because well.. Axe Cop chops off heads, because kids laugh at the filters networks think they need. The result was a fun creative show headlined naturally by Nick Offerman as axe cop, who perfectly grasped the assigment. The result is fun, adapts the comics well and is a good ride. Hope to see it again some day. Not an all timer or anything, but damn if it isn't great this exists.

High School USA:

Yeah coming from Morel Orel and Frankehole creator Dino Stampatopus and pardoying something I absolutely love, Archie Comics, this should've been a slam dunk. ANd I still think an archie parody series is a good idea. Golden even. But my god this was pathetic. Edgelord adult tropes, a waste of a great premise, it feels like a less horrible version of sit down and shut up, trying once again to try an do what clone high did (and would again) without any actual success. It's what Morel Orel was in it's early days: a lot of shock humor without a lot of depth.

Major Lazer: This was fucking fun and made a good pair with Axe Cop: Both have the feeling of a parody of an 80's saturday morning cartoon done by people who loved those, but still taking itself earnestly in a way that makes the goofier elements work. Major Lazer is just a fun earnestly insane show that takes it's weird shit seriously and roots it in party culture that fits the band whose mascot headlines the show party nature: We get cheesy 80's and 90's style villians trying to dope drinks with cough syrup, steal all the bass in the world and a horde of vampires invading. It's a fun, campy, good time and a show I look back on fondly.

Lucas Bros Moving Co: Both bros. This show was decent, having a regular show style premise of two normal slackers getting caught up in weird nonsense, but set apart and avoiding being just a plain ripoff by the singular focus of the bros and the pop culture refrences they bring in. It feels like we just got dropped into these guys shared brain aand are along for the ride. Decent

Golan the Insatiable: Is meh. It has Rob Riggle and Aubrey Plauza playing off each other well an da great premise of a great demon lord becoming besties with a little girl, like the beetle juice cartoon on a smidgen of crack. It's not amazing, but I don't hate it. It just kinda.. exists but has great actors to bump it up a little? Son of Zorn: A show I wish i'd watched more. Jason Sudekis as a washed out he man type trying to mak eit 9 to five with a live action family is a great premise and while what episodes I saw were just okay, it apparently lives up to it as it goes.

Bordertown: A massive disapointment. Mark Henterman did a great job with Three South and Hank Azaria is a good va but my god this premise just did not work. Following a mediocre racist no matter how stupid as he's a stupid racist man is not good and was never going to be good. it works for maybe one episode of a show, see Homer's Enemy

But wasn't going ot sustain itself. Add in a cast that is just.. nothing otherwise and all you have is some pretty good looney tunes style shorts with el coyote. Honestly if the whole show was just a benevolent (In this case at least) Coyote outwitting a slovenly unplesant border agent in a series of looney tunes style shorts, it would've been god tier instead of a perpetual punching bag

[anitabyars]

New Release from Sawyer Bennett

King (Pittsburgh Titans, Book #14)

Synopsis:

Jack Kingston is known for his dominant playing skills on the ice, but off, he’s a down-to-earth guy who values a true connection over a meaningless hookup.

I love being a member of the Pittsburgh Titans, even if my teammates are constantly ribbing me about women who they claim are throwing themselves all over me. Could I go for the easy lay? Sure, but that’s not my style. I’m more of long-term kind of guy. Instead, I’m going to keep doing what I do best—killing it out on the ice. Everything else will fall into place…eventually.

That time comes sooner than expected, in the most unlikely of ways. At the rink to watch our goalie’s kids play Peewee hockey, I meet Willa Montreaux and somehow, by the end of that interaction, I’ve offered to help her coach the Ice Pups. Altruism or were there other intentions in that offer? A little of both, if I’m being honest.

As the time I spend with Willa increases, I am absolutely certain I want even more. She’s gorgeous, sure, but that’s superficial. Willa is also funny, loving, determined and smart. SO smart. Doctor smart. Probably too intelligent for a jock like me, but that’s not going to stop me from shooting my shot.

Not looking for anything more than a fling and concerned that she’s too old for me, Willa doesn’t want to venture into anything serious. I’m willing to put in the work and give her the space she needs to come to terms with the fact that the connection we have is far more than physical. Willa and I are end game, but I’m willing to play into overtime if that’s what it takes to walk away with her by my side.

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My Review

5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

King (Pittsburgh Titans #14) by Sawyer Bennett.

So, so entertaining, funny, emotional, and passionate. A beautiful hockey romance that captured my heart from the moment they met. The characters are so easy to love, their banter is witty and real, and the chemistry between them is red hot! I couldn’t put this one down! It was a fantastic addition to this series.

This is Jack “King” Kingston and Willa Montreaux journey and it scored a goal in this readers heart!

Willa has recently taken over her niece’s peewee hockey team after the original coach quits when he can’t handle the kids. With having a lot of experience as a figure skater but none in ice hockey, she soon finds herself in over her head until King notices her while he is watching his teammates children play against the Ice Pups. When he comes to her rescue and offers to help her coach the team, Willa eagerly accepts.

As they spend time together teaching the kids, their attraction grows. But when King tells her that he would like to see her privately, Willa’s issues with trust and the age gap between them slows their relationship down.

These two together brought everything a beautiful romance brings, laughter, sweet moments, great banter, spicy chemistry and love. As well as the camaraderie the Pittsburgh Titans share in this story and some exciting new developments, takes this to a whole new level. This story is my new favorite of this series! Can’t wait for what’s next!!

I received an early copy and this is my honest review.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Listen, I love Eddie gushing over his handsome boyfriend like all and any of us, but I have some thoughts. It's still planned for my set of fanfictions, Piece by Piece, but I'm drabbling my way towards happiness here.

Steve knows he is good-looking. He knows his hair is amazing, he knows he's toned, all that. People have been complimenting him for all his life, have been jealous, but most of all, it's all they have seen. The jerk with good looks. The jock with the hair. Then the babysitter, still with the hair. Steve isn't exactly proud of his looks, it's just what it is. He's a pretty boy and that's a fact. He doesn't argue against the compliments, he has learned long ago that any insecurity on his part is considered fake modesty. But he's terrified because he knows looks don't last, he knows he isn't as active as he used to be, he knows there will be wrinkles, grey hair, saggy skin and just like the enviable body he has now, he will not have any choice in it.

When he starts dating Eddie, he can tell Eddie likes the way he looks and that's fine, that's great even, but this isn't just a fling to him, it's his endgame. Steve likes making himself look pretty for his boyfriend, leans into his touch when Eddie strokes his hair, kisses his beauty marks, but there's this insistent, unrelenting voice in his head that keeps saying: "this is all you have to offer. This is all you are and all you'll ever be." He never shares this with anyone, but he dreads the day when Eddie finds out there is nothing else to Steve than his reckless disregard for his own health and his naturally but inevitably diminishing looks.

But Eddie is observant. When he gazes into Steve's eyes and whispers "you're so beautiful it hurts," Steve's lip quivers and he closes his eyes, as if he was memorizing the moment. It's subtle, but his muscles tense. Eddie knows in that second that there is something there, something he doesn't realize yet, but he's committed to unraveling the wire wrapping Steve's heart on his own. He doesn't push and prod, he experiments.

The next time, he doesn't go for the obvious, even if he wants to sing odes to Steve's shoulders, his back, his strong hands. Steve is cooking in the kitchen, fumbling around a bit, but the smell is delicious and he looks content. His hair is still ruffled from their night together and he's humming some pop song Eddie doesn't recognize. Eddie's heart swells with fondness and he wraps his arms around Steve's waist from behind, kissing the nape of his neck. "What a sight you are," he mumbles into his shoulder. "When you smile like that, when you sing along your horrible music...you're making me realize how lucky I am all over again." He knows he said something right when Steve turns the prettiest shade of pink and starts spluttering that he's the lucky one, really, and does Eddie really enjoy his heartfelt rendition of Take On Me when pop normally makes his ears bleed? Eddie says "it's not the pop I like, it's you. It makes you happy and I love seeing you happy," and Steve just melts into his arms.

From that point onwards, he makes sure to compliment Steve's choices, not just his looks, even though he never fails to whisper exactly what Steve's body does to him in the bed. He tells him that the new shirt makes him look even more radiant, he tells Steve he loves it when he lets loose once in a while and gets silly, he swoons over his voice, praises how well he handles the kids, his effort, his style. And Steve finally opens up about his insecurities, asking whether Eddie doesn't find him boring, with how straightforward he is, how one-dimensional. "I don't care for fireworks, Steve," he tells him and strokes that beautiful head. "They're pretty, exciting, but burn out soon and probably set your house on fire. Some relationships are like that, but not with you. Being with you...it makes me feel safe. I never have to guess what you mean, you just say it. Being with you is like sitting in front of a fireplace and having all the time in the world. I want that, nothing else."

Steve smiles at him and squeezes his hand. He chews on his lip and whispers: "All the time, huh? Even when I'm gray and ugly?"

Eddie gasps, offended. "The nerve of calling my boyfriend ugly, sir! Now I have to fight you for his honor! Ready your sword, scoundrel!" He tackles Steve to the bed, laughing like a madman. When he lands on top of him, he cradles his head gently and pecks him on the lips, just once, although he wants nothing more than to get lost in his embrace. "Seriously though, Stevie. You and ugly? Never to me, no matter what. But old? Hell yeah. If I get to see you all aged like fine wine or if you become the grumpiest asshole in this town, that's a victory in my book. Because it'll mean we survived all the crap life threw at us and you'll have kept me around. What's not to love about that?"

And it seems the wire constricting Steve's heart is loosening because there are tears in his eyes and he doesn't flinch when Eddie kisses them away. "I'll be looking forward to it then," he whispers into Eddie's hair.

From then on, Steve doesn't fear new wrinkles. He celebrates them with Eddie, counting each gray hair as a small step toward their victory, as Eddie called it. And it turns out that Steve is okay being complimented on his looks after all, because when Eddie kisses his laugh lines and mentions how much he enjoys them ("these are a proof you find me hilarious, Steve! Of course I love them!"), Steve finds himself seeing his body as a map of his life, the moments with Eddie, Robin, the kids, and as his wise boyfriend once said: "What's not to love about that?"