#they're both fucking NERDS and they're perfect for each other

[tending-the-hearth]

no bc phee really is literally the perfect partner for tech and he's the perfect partner for her bc they're both complete nerds in their own way who will 100% boost and influence each other's nerdiness and geek out just as much

like tech will absolutely be just as excited over a random ancient artifact that phee finds as she will be over a new algorithm that he discovers, they are meant for each other please

[absolutebl]

These Weeks in BL - This Is Very Late, Or Right on Time depending on where you sit on the temporal debate team

Sorry I got distracted by work. In my defense: I was paid.

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2024 Wk 1 & 2

Ongoing Series - Thai

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 12 fin - Unfortunately, there was singing. But what can we do?

A soft charming warm hug of a show about crushes and mind reading and self worth, with no-fuss execution from a consummate team and an OG lead pair proving why they remain eternal and deserve to grow up. Look, here’s the thing, Cherry Magic is a great Thai BL in its own right not comparing it to any other iteration. But even when I do compare (and I've seen all the Cherries and read the manga) it still stands. This is a great show, a solid adaptation, and a pleasing take on the original yaoi. I personally like it better than the Japanese live action, but I think that’s because I just really like Thai BL and I LOVE TayNew. I doubted them for this and I shouldn’t have. They did a great job, as did the sides. I will say all the kissing was both present and better than any other iteration. As it should be. Definitely one for the rewatch rotation. 9/10 

Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 1 of 8 (10?) - Damn it, I love it. And I don't want to. It’s more classic BL than I thought it would be, and far less Only Friends or Playboyy. (Thank fuck.) We got a big cast and a lot of tropes going down out the gate, including SMITTEN popular hot guy versus nerd with secret identity. (Incidentally, Khem did drop into rude / informal when arguing with his Aunt and defending his ma. Bratty boy.) The leads have good chemistry (First always does), and everyone is very pretty. The main boy reminds me of J-Min's role (and look) in Love Class 2. I am entertained. (And faintly wonder why this isn't a MosBank vehicle.)

To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) eps 1-3 of 8- High school sweethearts who had a bad break up reunite a decade later when both of them have full time jobs (celebrity & doctor). Dr Ji is a familiar face (hi Dream it's been a LONG time) and everyone is way too old for high school, but I guess I prefer this to child actors?

I'm enjoying it, actually, the cast may be older but they're solid as a result and the chemistry is on point for a pulp. Whether our celebrity is on the DL or cheating or something else remains to be seen but he sure is smitten. The way he LOOKS at Ji = hawt.

Frankly? Celebrity/doctor is a good pairing and this is a solid Thai BL. I hope we have a nice angsty reason for the break-up and we're not in another Promise situation. I like the sides too. Carry on, little show, I'm disposed to be pleased with you.

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) eps 5-6 of 12 - I am enjoying it, actually. It’s incredibly silly. But I don’t really mind. STOP SINGING. 

1000 Years Old eps 3-4 of 12 - I love that these kids basically adopted a vampire pet. And one of them accidentally got a vampire boyfriend. This suddenly turned from a PNR into a family drama about domestic gays opening a food stall and I'm not mad about it. Nothing makes sense and I don't care because... rainbow umbrella!

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV grey) eps 1 of 10 - I don’t love it. I make no bones about the fact that a pining uke rarely works for me, especially if he’s younger (cute supportive besties not withstanding), the power dynamic isn’t good. I always like Kimmon, he’s a stiff actor but v pretty. (I shallow af.) Still it’s time he started acting his age… literally. Having to watch ads again as well… for this? Ooof. I'm not sure I'm strong enough.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 6 fin - It was very cute. I liked that there was uke instigated kisses. However I have some reservations on this one, much as I enjoyed it.

Adapted from Mayo Tsurakame’s manga, production team included Tadaaki Horai (My Love Mix-Up!) and Takeshi Miyamoto (Old Fashion Cupcake). Essentially Perfect Propose was about finding hope in a person when all other hope is gone. This show focuses on apathy, and perforce is somewhat apathetic and un-engaging especially as the pacing was off (and with only 6 episodes? now) However, this is countered by great visuals, good archetypes, and a clean story of childhood sweethearts reuniting after loosing their way in life. I landed on 8/10 mostly for a demanding younger seme and some great kisses. 

Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube) eps 2-3 of 11 - Oh it’s great. I love it. I’m still worried by how gritty and "Taiwanese short-esk" it feels, but wow does this hit all my favorite taboo tropes and buttons. I also adore the little found fam, they the cutest gay older bros ever. The younger one who wants so bad to grow up and take care of the older one and pushes himself because into self sacrifice that’s the only model of love he has. ARGH. BOYS. Why so much pain, just smooch already! Sheesh. It's on YouTube for some of us, here's the schedule.

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) eps 6-7 of 10 - They remain questionably cute, and that is probably going to be my ultimate review of this show. Awe cameo! (Hi babies, hope the ghosts are leaving you alone.) The irony does not escape me that the person in the relationship with the most emotional acumen is, in fact, the robot and not the human. I'm sure that's meant to be deep.

Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 6 - A tortured second chance romance featuring a reported and a successful celebrity(?) academic. The kid actors look nothing like their adult counterparts, but they do look much younger. So, okay. Ah the utter embarrassment of first love. Oh I like it a lot, so very messy Japanese emo. Sigh. Here we go again.

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) eps 8-9 of 10 - They are a cute couple. They both trying so hard and so confused and awkward and polite in trying to understand each other but TERRIBLE at communication. 

My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) eps 3-4 of 8 - I don’t know how I feel about this. But I do know it’s not my thing because it’s not BL. I’ll finish it because it’s short but… meh. 

It's done, ready to binge, but I have no time

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master (Vietnam YouTube) - I will try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will watch eventually.

It's airing but...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - finished it's run and I won't be watching it. It's horror with BL elements and the ending, well, let's just say that's a "no thank you" from me.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… no. I'm not watching this. I dislike this franchise.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Takumi-kun (2023) movie version AKA Takumi-kun Series 6: Nagai Nagai Monogatari no Hajimari no Asa released on FOD 3/5/2024. The original project was a 6 ep series. Having seen all the previous iterations and read the (terrible) yaoi I admit to being intrigued. If anyone finds eng subbed please let me know with a link in comments or in a DM? For those intersted in this show, probably the world's first true BL franchise I chat all about it here.

Gossip

James Supamongkon has withdrawn from the series Love Upon A Time and the NetJames pair is no more. Net Siraphop will continue with the historical BL project alongside a new partner. Can I interest you in Tod Techit... almost as pretty, legs for days...

The Complete Chronology of the Assault Case Against GMMTV Actor Win Pawin

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Next Week Looks Like This:

Still Coming

3/21 Two Worlds (Thai IQIYI) 10 eps - announced here. One of those "he's dead Jim so time travel" thingames staring MaxNat. I'm over them but Asia flipping loves this trope and I do adore MaxNat. Phupha (Gun) and Khram (Nat) love each other but Phupha is murdered. Then Khram is pulled to a parallel world where, 12 years ago, Khram and Tai (Max) were in love. However, Khram was killed by Thai’s dad. Now Tai finds alter-Khram apparently alive. But then there is ALSO an alter-Phupha (played by Gun Thanawat who is Khom the repressed butler bodyguard from Unforgotten Night).

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

How flipping adorable is this vampire with his big gay umbrella? SUCH A DORK and we got more vampire dorks coming.

Thailand has found its vampire line and it's awkward and geeky and quite cheerful. 'Bout what we expected, to be fair. It's a good look for them.

And vampires.

In other news...

That's your random moment of thirst, Lim Jimin shirtless AKA my Just B bias (I mean, I could talk about how good his extensions are and how I love a husky voice in Kpop but really, just LOOK at him). I'm very very very shallow, remember? Full vid is here.

Why am I mentioning Lim Jimin (aside from the obvious)? If Just B doesn't break soon, I could some of them transitioning to BL. Jimin in particular would be a win for us, obvs.

Also, can we talk about Bain (my bias wrecker) KILLING it on Build Up? I had no idea he was that good. Anygay, this has been your Kpop end note.

Seriously tho, is ANYONE else watching Build-Up?

(Last week - well, 2 weeks ago)

Streaming services are listed how I'm (usually watching) which is with a USA based IP

The tag bragade: @doorajar

If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will. Easy peesy.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Snippet #46 - Affection]

"When Jungkook wants some affection."

Genre: married life!AU, domestic Fluff, a hint of suggestive themes

Warnings: they're in love, snuggles & cuddles in bed, kisses, they also talk about alien dick at one point lmaaoaao, and how Kook would use it on her hahha listen they're both nerds <3, Kookie wants to be praised and kissed!!!, they are the one true couple <3

Wordcount: 2.1k

a/n: they're so important to me :( i love them so fucking much istfg :(

You and Jungkook have a to-do list on your fridge. On there, you write all the things needing to be done this day, which aren’t part of the usual schedule. During the colder months, the list could include things like “make the greenhouse storm proof” while in the warmer months, things like “mow the lawn” finds its way onto the list. You even have the list separated in two sections. One for you and one for Jungkook. Because you hate doing some tasks, while Jungkook loves them and instead he hates other tasks you love. So some tasks will always find their way onto Jungkook’s side while others will be cozy on your side. The list works wonderfully and saved yourselves from many sleepless nights when the sudden realization set in that “oh shoot, you had to do something today but forgot”. It is also a perfect tool to prevent useless bickering about “who does it”, because once it’s on the determined side, it is clear to both who will be responsible for it. 

The day is almost over and you are on your way to the shower when you decide to check the list just one last time. Just in case. Your brain has been awfully scattered throughout the day because of a bad night's sleep, so just to be sure, you want to make sure that the list has actually been worked through. 

You and Jungkook have a pen each to write your lists. Jungkook’s side is written in black ink and his handwriting, while your side is written in blue ink and your handwriting. He had swipe the driveway, clean the bike gear closet on his side today. Both tasks are crossed off. You had water the upstairs plants and wash the upstairs curtains, kiss husband and tell him you are proud of him on your list. Both tasks are crossed off. Your eyes do a double take. 

“Kiss husband and tell him you are proud of him?” you read out loud. You didn’t write that. Your eyes flit down to yet another task you didn’t fulfill, “Pin husband by the wrists and tell him he is yours? I’m sorry? I didn’t write any of this.” 

Wait a minute. This is written in black ink. And it is Jungkook’s handwriting.

“Oh my god, Kook”, you gasp, having to laugh, “you genius doofus.” 

This is such a Jungkook thing to do. It is silly, clever and exactly the kind of flirting that gets your heart racing. You married such a goofy sweetheart.

You abandon the list so you can take the quickest shower in wife history. You have tasks to fulfill, husbands to kiss. You slip into a cute two piece pyjama set once clean and hurry to his room. 

The door is closed and so you knock. 

“Come in”, he answers after the third knock.

You slide into the room, closing the door behind you. In typical Jungkook fashion, he has the big lights off and only his colourful LEDs on. The room is hued into a mixture of red and pink. 

Your husband is sitting by his computer with his knees pulled to his chest. He is dressed in loose boxers and a white oversized shirt. His short hair is silky and on top of his nose, a pair of black framed glasses is perched. He started wearing prescription glasses. Well, in yet another typical Jungkook fashion, he only wears them occasionally because he either forgets or can’t be bothered. Whenever he does wear them however, he looks so handsome in them that it gets hard to function. 

“Hey sweetie”, he greets you, studying you from head to toe, “this is such a cute set. It fits you so well.” 

“Thank you. It’s satin. Touch it”, you hurry to him.

Jungkook touches your upper waist, sliding his hand down to your hip softly. His eyes follow his touch.

“Wow, so soft and silky.”

“Right? It’s so comfy. And? Check this out”, you say and grab the pants at the crotch part to drag it into his vision. You have to do a little bend for it. 

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks, having to chuckle at your silly antics.

“No middle seam”, you say, fixing your pants again, “which means no pussy and ass crack discomfort.”

“Ah that’s what you tried to show me. It looks so comfy. Yay to no crack discomfort.” 

“I know. I’m so happy”, you say and turn to look at his screen. 

He has a character creation window open. It seems like a sci-fi shooter game. 

“Am I disturbing you?” 

“No, it’s okay. I’m creating a character for the next round. I wanna be an alien this time.”

“I see. That seems cool”, you say and suddenly you feel so guilty for coming here. This is Jungkook’s recharge time, you shouldn’t ruin this for him. Maybe you can fulfill your tasks later. Once he’s in bed with you.

“What brings you here, sweetie? Fashion show or something else?” Jungkook asks, caressing your lower back as he talks.

“Yeah, no. Fashion show”, you turn to him, giving him a little sway of your shoulders, “I wanted to show you my new set.”

“I love it. You are beautiful in it”, he praises and smiles.

“Thankies”, you murmur shyly and wiggle your shoulders, “do you want any snacks? I’m making tea so I can drink some as I read in bed.” 

“No, thank you. I have my beer and my crisps”, he says and gives your buttock a little squeeze, “you’re my favorite snack anyways.”

You nudge his cheek, “sweet talker.”

He chuckles, shifting his eyes to the screen again. Yes, you will definitely do your tasks later in bed. They will hit so much better this way.

“Okay, I’m in bed then”, you say, leaving his room again.

“Yeah okay. Have fun reading.”

“I will, heh. Have fun being an alien.” 

Jungkook laughs, “I will.”

You already finished the chapters when Jungkook comes to bed. You are on your phone, watching a video, when he enters the bedroom. You pause the video and lock your phone, following your husband with your eyes.

He is walking to his bedside table so he can put his glasses there for the night. He massages the bridge of his nose afterwards, taking on a path to the bathroom.

“It was your turn to put Bam to sleep, right?” he asks.

“It was, yeah. He’s been sleeping for two hours.”

“That’s good. Our son”, he says, disappearing in the bathroom afterwards. Moments later, you can hear him pee.

You shake your head in disbelief, chuckling to yourself. He couldn’t even close the door for that. 

The toilet flushes and moments later, you hear him brush his teeth. He even manages to make himself gag once as he scrapes his tongue, following it up with a “made myself gag” to which you answer him with a chuckled “poor man”.   

Afterwards he finally appears, grinning at you.

“Wah baby, I just pissed so hard”, he says.

“I know. I heard. Couldn’t you have closed the door?”

“I could have. I was lazy”, he says and plops down on bed.

“You’re so weird sometimes.”

“You love me for it.”

“Mhm, yeah I guess I do. I hope you sat down.”

“Wah baby, who do you think I am? A heathen? Of course I sat down.”

You chuckle, “good boy.”

He snuggles into his pillow until he is cozied up on his side and with his big eyes gazing at you. “I was an alien”, he says, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with yours. He caresses your knuckles mindlessly.

“You were?”

“Mhm. It was fun. Hey babe, would you still love me if I was an alien?” 

You laugh, lifting your brow at him in question. He flutters his lashes at you, expecting your answer.

“Obviously”, you say, “I’d call you my little alien and we could go on dates in your UFO.”

“Yeah that sounds romantic. Also, alien dick. Hello? Would you prefer tentacles, an egg laying one or a double trouble deluxe one?” 

“I love that we instantly went from cute UFO dates to alien dick” you say with a chuckle on your lips.

“That’s important miss ma’am, I need to know your preferences.”

“Fine okay”, you give in, “tentacles? Fill me in.”

“Okay so. I would have no dick, you know, like Ken. But then I could grow tentacles and these tentacles produce their own lube so I can fuck you with them. And there’s lots of them so I can fill out whatever you want me to.”

“Alright”, you snort in amusement, “egg laying? What’s that about?”

“I don’t know, I saw it somewhere.”

“You mean porn?”

“Yeah.”

You laugh, “so it’s like a normal dick that lays eggs inside me?”

“Yeah basically, but it’s purple and is thicker at the tip and it also produces its own lube so I can be really wet and nasty with it. And, oh my god, I want it to glow as well so I can see it inside you. Yeah.”

“I feel like that’s your favourite.”

“Maybe, I want a glowing dick”, he says and pouts, making you laugh.

“Yeah it sounds fun. But I gotta carry your eggs inside afterwards?”

“I mean…yeah. You do that normally too, they’re just smaller.”

“You’re gross.”

He grins. You give him a roll of your eyes affectionately, nudging his cheek.

“And the last one? Is the double deluxe one your dick but just twice?” you ask him.

“Yeah, basically. Yup, my dick but twice”, he decides, nodding his head way too proudly. 

“Then I’ll take this one. I like your dick. Having it twice sounds like fun.”

Jungkook scrunches his nose in a cute bunny smile. He looks way too giddy for the nature of the conversation. 

“Do you really like it?” he asks.

“More than anything.”

“Is it perfect?” 

“The most perfect ever.”

Jungkook giggles, kicking his feet. 

“Thanks, yeah”, he clears his throat to make his voice appear deeper, “thanks babe.”

You laugh because you know he is being goofy again. Your little goofball. You roll onto your tummy and push him to his back. He lets you, looking at your face with sparkly eyes. 

You take his wrists and pin them above his head. The sparkles in his eyes grow, his breathing speeds up just a little.

“You’re a goofball”, you speak softly, gazing at his pretty face.

Jungkook wiggles, grinning goofily. 

“But you’re my goofball. All mine”, you say, giving him a knowing smile, “and I’m proud of you.”

Jungkook squeaks out a little snicker, smiling so brightly his eyes turn into crescent moons. You make it grow with one smooch to his lips and another one to the left side of his neck. He leans into the kisses, wiggling his toes because he is so, so happy to finally receive your affection.

Afterwards you lift your head, raising your right hand to draw invisible checkmarks in the air.

“Check and check”, you say, placing your hand back on his wrist.

Jungkook wiggles his feet. His pulse is racing under your palms. He is so giddy. 

“I was already scared that you didn’t even see it”, he confesses.

“I did. I was so confused at first because I didn’t remember writing it, but then I saw it was in your handwriting and I knew.”

“Heh”, he snickers, scrunching his nose, “it was clever, wasn’t it?” 

“Mhm so clever”, you praise and kiss his lips, “I married a genius.” 

“You really did”, he says and uses his strength to wiggle out of your hold just so he can wrap you in his arms and hug you against him, “my honeyyy.”

You squeak a giggle, accepting your sweet fate gladly. So now you and he are rolling around the sheets as Jungkook cuddles you aggressively. Limbs tangle, sheets get messy and distances erased. It is truly such a delight. He also regularly smooches whatever part of your face he can reach, mumbling giddy words against your skin.

“Wah baby, you saying that you’re proud of me really made me so happy. It felt so good to hear.” 

“I am, you know? I actually meant it, I’m really proud of you.” 

“Thank you, my love”, he nuzzles his face into your neck, giving you little kisses whenever he can, “I’m proud of you too, my love. Wah baby I wanna melt with you, you’re so cute.” 

You smile, closing your eyes to really enjoy his affection.

“You’re cute too”, you mumble into him, pulling him closer.

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Round 2 Side B

ZoLaw art by @jack-pictures. Check out the original post here!

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Sanji x Law:

North blue bitches unite!! Law is definitely a nerdy fanboy who fell in love, just look at the gif i submitted. Also remember the extremely gay way law landed on sanji's shoulder in wano? Other ships could never!

Why have one traumatized north blue twins when you can have two?

North Blue boys and their trauma

Propaganda for Zoro x Law:

they're just both really good at sword play :P

Grumpy swordmen? What's a better ship?!

Sword guys, great way to go from releasing tension to topless and sweaty and close together, Zoro gets lost and Law enjoys wandering so they just go on walks together, both incredibly intense in what they do, both unlikely to back down, understand each other reasonably well, Zoro can deal with Law's brand of stupid/crazy/D

I think their interactions are fun :)

Law: "Let them kill you! Be ready to die for the plan!" Zoro: *is ready to die for the plan* Law: "NO!"

They have ao much in common! Both are swordsmen and they both have cursed swords (at least one). They're both pretty deadpan but not above getting into shenanigans with luffy. They just fit!

Two moody, broody swordsmen who are really bad at expressing their feelings, but deep down, you know that they are softies. They would bicker with each other but at least understand that the sarcasm is like a love language. They can at least share that mutual respect of having to be the strong one, especially surrounded by a crew of silly goofy guys.

They are perfect together because they are both massive nerds who think they're just so freaking cool, but they're not. Literally every time everyone else is freaking out about something they're like "pfft losers." But THEY are the losers.

It's two guys who are obsessed with Luffy who are in love, it's swordsman x swordsman, it's the two straight men together, it's jock/goth. I just think they would have nasty sex and I'm into it.

Both of these poor gay boys accidentally fell in love with the most aroace mf in all the blues. So they fuck each other to cope.

[snootlestheangel]

SoapGaz

*cracks knuckles* They're definitely idiots to lovers but as in they're idiots and they become lovers, not as in "oblivious to the other's extreme attraction until a climatic moment"

Who was the one to propose? I want it to be Soap so badly but also think it'd be very on brand for them/their relationship if Gaz also proposed. I'm talking like the Spiderman meme where they point at each other when they realize and then they laugh and neither can even say yes, they try to kiss but they're both still laughing too hard. It's just such a beautiful mental image that I have right now :')

Who stressed more over wedding planning? Gaz. Gaz a thousand times over. Soap is experienced with weddings and wedding planning (he has so many in-law siblings and almost all of his cousins his age/older are married.) but Gaz doesn't have any experience with even being at a wedding, much less planning his own.

Who decorated the house? Gaz. He's got style and taste, but he a hundred percent uses a lot of Soap's artwork :)

Who does the cooking? Soap. He was taught and raised well by such a large family that food was just a staple of his upbringing.

Who is more organized? Hot take? Soap is the more organized one. He's a demo expert, yes, but those things are fucking dangerous! He may not be cleaner necessarily, but he knows certain things CANNOT mix, and he got so into the habit of putting things into separate categories that it just carried over into civilian living.

Who suggested kids first? Soap, jokingly. But in terms of who was serious when suggesting it? Gaz. Soap had made a comment about "what if we had one?" while at a MacTavish family event and pointing at a little niece/nephew of his as a joke. Gaz had to play along with it but internally he was flipping out. He brings up the conversation of kids as a serious topic a few weeks later.

Who's the cuddler? Both are very physically affectionate. But in terms of 'must be touching you at all times?' it's Gaz. Soap runs hot I feel like, so especially at night he doesn't really want cuddles but Gaz is like "too bad you're stuck with me >:) "

Who's big spoon/little spoon? Gaz is big spoon at night, but during the day when cuddling on the couch or something it's Soap

What's their favorite non-sexual activity? Museum dates. Gaz is such a little nerd and Soap loves art. Museum dates are perfect for them, cause it's something calm and beautiful, there's an opportunity for Gaz to get a new book or something, and for a desert afterwards.

Who comes home drunk at 3am? I wanna say Soap. He's just such a golden retriever that if a bunch of their friends are hanging out at bars, he's right there with them. Gaz is there, too, but he doesn't usually drink to drunkenness like Soap does.

Who kills the spiders? Gaz. It's not that Soap is afraid of them but he argues that it's best if he and the spider remain on opposite sides of the room. Gaz doesn't give a flying fuck

Who falls asleep first? Depends. If it's during a late-night movie in their flat, it's Soap. Gaz gets too invested in every movie they watch so he can never fall asleep first. But if it's right when they go to bed, it's usually Gaz cause Soap needs to do something like doodle/journal for a bit to calm his mind before he can.

A headcanon: Trying to decide if I want to keep this SFW or just go the nasty route... I'll keep it safe for now. They do pretty much everything together, especially on base. They just love each other's company so much and both thrive off social interaction so it's like a win-win. They'll workout together, they eat together, they go grocery shopping together. They're such an iconic duo it's hard to ignore the fact they're together. ALSO, I fully believe Soap is just whipped for Gaz's smile/laugh (aren't we all?) that he does everything in his power to see it/hear him laugh. Even if Gaz's 'laugh' is just a bunch of wheezing punctuated by laughing sounds, Soap still finds it so beautiful. Anything he can do to make Gaz smile/laugh was worth doing

Do they have any rituals? Gaz is the one with the most rituals, so to speak. He's got a whole skin care routine (that he dragged Soap into), he's got some pretty good oral hygiene. Soap has a whole morning ritual that is far too complicated for Gaz's understanding. It's about how he makes his coffee and it's one of the most bizarre things Gaz has ever witnessed.

Who has the most patience? Probably Gaz. Even though, in the field, they're both patient (they're both snipers and Soap is a demo man, both roles require a lot of physical patience), Soap is pretty short-tempered when it comes to most other things. Like, physically, he's patiently waiting for something, but when you listen to him talking to Gaz, it's just complaining about how bored/impatient he is. It takes a lot to get Gaz genuinely angry at something, which is not to say he's going from 0-100 in these instances. He's definitely showing he's annoyed at everything, but whether he actually acts on it or not is the determining factor of his patience.

A gif that describes their relationship: I actually really like this one. It's just *sighs* I don't know but it's SoapGaz in my heart

[harlstiel]

Ships with Stiles that I enjoy | RANKED

1 : Stisaac

Stiles/Isaac

My favorite. 10/10. The DRAMA, but also the shared trauma, they're perfect. Sure it's a BIT toxic but it's a guilty pleasure, what can I say.

2 : Stalia

Stiles/Malia

Only lower on the list BECAUSE Malia should've had SO much more mental development before going into a relationship. But they were cute, 10/10

3 : Stydia

Stiles/Lydia

Only third because of how FUCKING LONG IT TOOK. AND HOW LITTLE WE ENDED UP GETTING. Jeff Davis can go suck a wrinkly dry hairy testicle. Still 10/10

4 : Stira

Stiles/Kira

HEAR ME OUT. They would geek out so much together its NOT even fucking funny. They're both socially awkward nerds that ramble and I live for it. 10 out of fucking 10. Prefer Malira tho...

5 : Sterica

Stiles/Erica

Low-key wanted this to happen for a bit. Maybe not permanently because I always saw the both of them to be more bisexual types but they would've been cute. Also I can't remember where the whole "Batman" "Catwoman" nicknames came from but it is my only life support rn. 9.5/10

6 : Sterek

Stiles/Derek

My favorite blorbo Derek Hale. I didn't get the hype with this ship when I first started watching, but then I kept seeing things in this show that made me wonder, "Jeff, was this intentional?" Bc they're so very gay with each other. Alas, age gaps are an iffy thing for me personally due to my own personal traumas, but I still love them. 9.5/10

7 : Stora

Stiles/Cora

Cute, could've happened, not mad that it didn't, but def a wasted opportunity on Jeff Davis' part. Solid 8/10.

8 : Stanny

Stiles/Danny

This was definitely more of a humor thing but I liked the idea of these two together from the get-go. In my opinion, there was definitely a little crush on Stiles' part and I love that. 8/10

9 : Sciles

Scott/Stiles

Personally, this one is so far down the list because it's difficult for me to see them as more than brothers but it's still a ship I can respect and it's cute. Gets a LITTLE toxic in some areas, for example S5, but that's OKAY. Just some miscommunication between brothers it's FINE I'm fine. But my brain cant stop putting this in the 'incest' folder even tho theyre not related WHATSOEVER. SO. SOLID 7.5/10

(Their parents are my otp tho. Noah and Melissa are perfect together and the best thing I've ever experienced)

Reasons

For not including other ships.

Steo : I am a Thiam shipper through and through. And Theo did things to Stiles that doesn't even make enemies to lovers valid in my opinion. IK he got a redemption arc and he was being manipulated since he was a child but STILL. I love Theo but he's not the one (for Stiles, anyway🤭).

Any ship with him and an adult ; ie, Peter, Chris, Parrish etc. : Do I even have to explain this one? I mean REALLY?

Stiam : They are like Mother and Child to me and I will take that to my GRAVE.

Stackson : Last season-T.W. Movie Jackson MAYBE but early seasons Jackson was a toxic mf who loved NOBODY but himself based on how he treated Lydia.

(Pointed out by a commenter) Stallison : I actually never knew people shipped this and didn't know it was a thing until now. Personally, if they had the time, they could've grown to have a very close familial bond (like siblings) but similar to Scott, that's all I can see them as. It's a very cute ship though, and I like the idea. (Wish I knew about it beforehand tbh 😅)

Pretty sure I covered evertyhing, but if I missed someone, let me know!

[moon-swag-tourney]

Propaganda below!

Moon Knight

Moon Knight is an underrated character who's been around since the mid-70's, but has only recently gotten the more attention he deserves since the Disney+ adaptation. However, I am a firm comics supremacy believer and can attest he is even cooler in the comics. The current run (Moon Knight 2021) is the best he's been written in quite some time for example, as it's friendly to veteran fans and new fans alike!

Moon Knight is not your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man; he will fuck you up if you deserve it, and benefits from the fact that many villains are terrified of him.

Moon Knight is canonically Jewish, and though he is non-practising, it plays a major part in his story and identity.

It's also worth noting that Moon Knight has DID, with three identities: Marc Spector (host), Steven Grant, and Jake Lockley.

He's such an interesting and compelling character. The comics have spawned countless hilarious memes (I know you're here Dracula you big nerd wheres my money; random bullshit go; etc). The show was amazing, and Oscar Isaac acted his ass off

They are so cool; they're both canonically Jewish and have DID

One of the most unique superheroes out there due to being plural. Really cool, too.

I love him, your honor. I'd like to say more but the truth is I only watched the show and I will leave the propaganda to comics fans.

Looks to the Moon

I LOVE BIG SIS MOON AHHHH... she's literally so so sweet and perfect and i love her…

MY GIRL!!! She deserved so much better. She's one of the first of many MASSIVE supercomputers called iterators designed to solve a problem which her creators eventually gave up on any of them solving and thus was left behind to gradually fall into disrepair. Even though she appears as a small humanoid, iterators in their entirety are actually buildings full of machinery that have entire cities built on top of them.

As one of the senior iterators, Looks to the Moon, sometimes called Big Sis Moon, looks after her younger peers and is very caring towards her fellow iterators. Tragically, her kindness ultimately leads to her structure collapsing leaving her weak and with limited cognitive ability, but even then she is so sweet to the main character. You can bring her random items and she'll describe each one, even if it's just a rock or something. She also gives you advice whenever possible.

She's gone through so much and yet is still so incredibly kind please vote for her she deserves it

Looks to the moon is an iterator, a city-sized biomechanical supercomputer. When you meet her, she is trapped in the flooded and collapsed husk of her superstructure, barely alive. Despite this, she is warm and kind and will tell you about any object you bring her. Looks to the Moon also goes by the name Big Sis Moon, as she is the most senior iterator in the local group and views the other iterators in her care as younger siblings

Moon's the best! She's an iterator, a sentient supercomputer whose structure used to be so big it housed an entire city on top of it. However, the civilization that built her is long gone, and she and the other iterators were left behind, unable to die, unable to leave their structures. Imagine once being a god with an entire civilization relying on you for all their vital resources, only to be left behind, literally a mountain bolted to the ground, as the wildlife slowly takes over the land and your communications with the other iterator fail. Moon's little brother Five Pebble's couldn't accept this fate, and made some rash decicions. This badly damaged Moon's systems, causing her structure to come crashing down to the ground, and her to lose most of her memories and processing power. There's something magical in discovering her for the first time - this fallen Goddess taken over by rust, abandoned inside the giant ruins that used to be her body. Still, she's friendly, and should you be kind to her, she'll return the gesture. She doesn't have much, but she'll gladly give you company and tell you stories. She also still cares about her brother very much, even though he's the one to blame for her bad state. 

Moon is a superintelligent AI called an Iterator. She's designed to (basically) help the lesser beings of the world escape samsara, along with the potentially thousands of other iterators. She was accidentally killed by her brother as he attempted to escape samsara for himself. She's the only character the player can meaningfully interact with, and she's very sweet and kind.

[wintergrew]

Kydi is pretty ded at the moment so here are some of my HCs

I'm not "Kyle forgives Heidi for the Cartman shit and redpill/antisemitism right away and they get together immediately." At all. I view them as not really being around each other at all for the rest of Elementary School and all of Middle School.

I like to think they get together for real in high school. They are both incredibly smart and in all the honors classes together.

They get paired up on an assignment and it's really fucking awkward, given their history. Kyle knows that Heidi has been unassuming and presumably kind enough outside of those few weeks with Cartman, but like...he doesn't know what she really thinks nowadays. Heidi also (deservedly) assumes Kyle probably still hates her for what went down.

They get along, but things are still extremely awkward as both have their guards up and are unwilling to address the elephant in the room. As it becomes increasingly clear they're both attracted to one another, it gets increasingly awkward.

Eventually as the mutual pining bubbles and bubbles, one day Kyle just sorta straight up asks her about all of it. Like "Hey remember all that shit with Cartman and you calling me a filthy Jew? I think we need to talk about that before anything else."

Heidi is genuinely remorseful for all that shit. She's been trying to make amends in terms of putting her efforts to positive charities, activism, etc. But the biggest problem is that instead of addressing what she did, she tried to pretend it never happened. And well...she was literally only ten years old, but Kyle and her actually discuss things like the more mature teens that they have become.

Only after they air out all that baggage and work through it, does Kyle finally formally ask her out.

Once they're together, however, they become absolutely insufferable to everyone else. Over night they become that obnoxiously perfect nerd couple that are obsessed with each other, finish each other's sentences, and seem to always be on the same wavelength. Stan is happy for Kyle, but he gets super annoyed in the beginning.

(Note: i do like style, but in universes i think of where Kydi is a thing Stan and Kyle only have platonic feelings for each other.)

Kyle and Heidi stay together the whole time. Even Creek break up temporarily (Creek is my OTP and isn't a slight against them, I love them getting into petty fights and saying they're done for good when it's clear to everyone that's bullshit) but Kyle and Heidi just... don't. Which doesn't mean they don't have arguments like any couple, they're just that annoying couple that never breaks up.

At the same time, it's not like they're hated or anything (except by a seething Cartman). It's mostly light-hearted eye rolling. I see them both as decently popular in high school.

As an adult, Heidi converts formally to Judaism. Kyle isn't extremely religious (and it wouldn't be an Orthodox conversion) and he'd marry her even if she didn't (so it's not just a "marriage conversion") but she genuinely wants to. Plus, she knows it means a lot as it's matrilineal and means their kids will be Jewish.

They have a nice Jewish wedding shortly after they get their bachelor's degrees and have kids after they get their graduate degrees. I like to think that the kids in post covid are theirs.

They both have decent yet not-flashy jobs, and are both very family-oriented and a very cute and happy family💕

[mdhwrites]

Do you agree with the idea that Luz is a people pleaser? Or is it just something the fandom made up to make her seem more likable/relateble/interesting with no real basis in canon?

GOD NO! But that's not necessarily a bad thing as the protagonist archtype she's hailing from normally isn't. The problem comes from the fact that she is so ANTI people pleasing that it clashes with her backstory, rare moments in the show and she also just NEVER LEARNS ANYTHING.

This is also a problem for Randy Cunningham: Ninth Grade Ninja. Him and his best friend make a declaration at the start of the year to be popular. They don't care if they're liked or disliked, the goal is for EVERYONE to know their name. This fuels a bunch of teenage shenanigans that are meant to impress people or make them look cool by the definitions they have in their brains rather than what reality is.

Cookie from Ned's Declassified did stuff like this a lot, Danny and Tucker from Danny Phantom are also prime examples of it. It is just a teenage protagonist archtype for them to be trying to live out a fantasy of being special when the reality is that they're just nice nerds who should be happy being who they are. This is Luz. Period.

And there's two sides of this archtype. The first is the FIRST THING WE KNOW ABOUT HER. They will do things to stand out from a crowd because they think it's cool regardless of if it's right. We are literally shown FOUR instances of this back to back from her book report to the montage of her fuck ups. Each time, she is actively looking at what others are doing and going "Nah. Hold my beer and watch this." I mean... She brought fucking SPIDERS to school and looked at best confused as to why everyone ran off screaming and that's not talking about the play she RUINED.

This is then reinforced in Episode 2 when she tells King and Eda to go suck eggs because she is totes a chosen one. She does save them at the end which brings the other half of this archtype when it comes to their fuck ups. When they fuck up, they fix it, commonly so as to not get people killed but also to make sure that either people in general or those closest to them don't HATE THEM. Now, that might sound like a people pleaser... But it's not. It's seeking forgiveness, not permission. I mean in S1 alone you have her explicitly ignoring Willow's wishes in both Understanding Willow and Wing it Like Witches so that she can have her fun before then someone gets hurt or upset and fixing it in someway.

As a note: The moment you realize that SO MUCH of Luz's character is motivated by tropes she likes or be special, a lot of actions she takes take on way worse connotations. A perfect example of this is when she declares in Lost in Language that she'll be friends with Amity come hell or high water... A minute later she's fucking around with Amity's siblings who Amity has shown clear disdain for. Or you can go with Adventure in the Elements where despite her trying to get along with Amity and impress her, she STEALS FROM HER so that she can get the instant gratification of casting magic. And this sort of recontextualization is ALL over the first season especially of Luz just doing bat shit crazy things because it lets her be cool and she never really learns to stop, even PROUDLY stating in Reaching Out that she'll always choose the option that leads to the most chaos. The most adventure, the most tropes. A season and a half in and instead of growing at all, she is still defiantly against reality.

This is also all inherently AGAINST being a people pleaser. A people pleaser wants everyone to LIKE them. Sprig spends half an episode being a people pleaser like this, even if I don't think it's quite who he is. What Luz is after is just to make sure people don't hate her. At best, she doesn't want people to actively dislike her but she mostly cares about if you remember her name. If she left an impression bigger than anyone else.

But I don't blame the fandom for making her a people pleaser. All of what I've said is based on her actions. By her words, she's meant to be someone who has had to hold back who she is. Who has hid from the world so as to be liked by society. Being a people pleaser IS a part of that archtype and that's where we get "Oh no teenagers" and "I'm gonna get made fun of again" and... That's about it. It's actually why those lines annoy me so much because they happen over a season into the show and she has NEVER held back on who she is for even half a second during that ENTIRE TIME. Even Adventure in Elements isn't about pleasing others, it's about not being embarrassed. Being brought low.

But those are literally the ONLY moments in the entire series where she gives a fuck. The Collector and Belos angst? It's not about how no one will like her anymore, it's that they'll hate her because it needs to be that drastic for her to care. It also makes her less of the paragon hero that she sees herself as. And that's laughable because she only has like TWO moments in the entire series where she actively seeks out a way to help someone without them asking. The cure for Eda's curse at the end of S1, where she's trying not to have Eda die in return for watching over her which is just kind of basic kindness and going after King's stuffed rabbit in Titan Where Art Thou. At that point though, the show claims they're siblings so it's just being kind to your family... You know, right before she effectively tells Eda to go rot because she won't let her go fight Belos.

All the while, she is learning NOTHING. The teenage dumbass archtype is GREAT as a main character because it allows so much room for growth. It's part of why Anne is such a good protagonist because while she embraces the lazy side of it more than trying to appear special, she is still a teenage dumbass. As such, S1 spends time teaching her morals and making her grow up so she can be better.

Luz never grows up. Then again, she'd either have to actually face consequences for her actions or care more deeply about others for that to happen. That isn't going to happen though, not when she, and everyone around her, are solely focused on letting her live the isekai fantasy that she's always wanted.

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[rainbow-nerdss]

Vaguely inspired by the first half of this post

We have absolutely nothing in common," they said. 

"He's a metalhead!"

"He's a preppy rich kid!" 

"He plays d&d"

"He plays sports" 

"He's a total nerd"

"He wears polos, for fuck sake" 

Dustin listened to them and rolled his eyes. Ever since he'd learned the real reason Steve and robin didn't date, since Steve had come out as bi and since everyone else finally figured out Eddie was gay, Dustin had been matchmaking again. He'd expected it to be easier, honestly. They were perfect for each other, if they'd only open their eyes and look beneath the surface. 

He watched them deny they had anything in common in one breath, then turn around and be the exact same brand of grumpy in the morning, refuse to eat toast unless there's a pool of butter in the middle of the slice, moan about him and the other kids for the same reasons while routinely putting them first, laugh at the same jokes, eat the same junk food, drive with the same road rage and care the same way. 

They were meant to be together, and Dustin just needed them to see it.

He whined about it to Robin, who agreed but reminded him of another thing they have in common.

"You know, the harder you try to push them together, the more they're going to deny it." 

She was right, of course. Dustin realised now that even if she hadn't been gay, her and Steve would never have worked. Though they looked like they'd be perfect on the surface, she was far too sensible for Steve. 

Steve needed to be with someone as dumb as he was, as ignorant to their own feelings. 

Steve needed to be with Eddie. 

"You ever heard of something called reverse psychology?" He asked Robin. 

"I'm not a part of this," she insisted, but Dustin could tell by her smirk that she was on the same page. 

Or at least that's what he chose to believe. 

"You're right, Steve," Dustin said while Steve was driving him to hellfire. "You and Eddie really don't have anything in common. He never lets me mess with the volume control in his van."

He reached out and turned the radio up, then smiled to himself as Steve struggled between letting Dustin mess with his stereo, or admitting he had something in common with Eddie. 

"Steve is definitely your polar opposite, Eddie," Dustin whispered just before the Hellfire session kicked off." He keeps candy in his glove box because he likes to snack on the go. Weirdo." 

Eddie subtly moved the box of Milk Duds which were behind his DM screen into his bag on the floor. 

"Right, this is what I've been saying! Guy's a weirdo," Eddie bluffed. 

Dustin rolled his eyes. Idiots, the pair of them.

He dropped more hints. Steve’s favourite soda, which happened to also be Eddie's. The weird way Eddie eats lasagna (layer by layer, exactly the way Steve's mom used to yell at him for doing when he was little). He even bought them coffee once, handing them each a cup and letting them take a sip before "realising" he'd handed them the "wrong cup". The cups were identical, of course, because they both took their coffees with the same obscene amount of sugar.

That time, Dustin noticed a look pass between them. Progress, at last.

Then he idly mentioned eating pizza for dinner, knowing that it would make them both crave pizza, both go to order from that place on the corner of main street and collect it in person because they both hated the way the delivery that worked on Thursdays sometimes carried the box at a weird angle so the cheese started to slide off. 

They'd both order a large pepperoni with extra cheese, and Dustin was sure it would work this time.

Dustin knew it was probably creepy, but he watched from across the street. 

Steve got there first. He parked his car, then hopped out onto the street. He locked the door, twirled the keys around his fingers, and put them in his pocket. He whistled a familiar song to himself as he walked to the door of the pizza joint — Belinda Carlisle.

Eddie pulled up two minutes later, like clockwork. He parked his van right next to Steve's. Hopped out, locked up, twirled the keys, whistled — Dio this time, not Belinda Carlisle. 

Dustin watched. Surely they'd interact. Surely they'd acknowledge the coincidence, recognise they had this in common, realise Dustin had been right all along.

Steve left the restaurant with the pizza box balanced against his left hip. He took his keys out of his pocket, put the pizza in the passenger seat and walked around to the driver's side. He leaned over, opened the box, and inhaled.

Eddie walked out, carrying his own pizza exactly the same way.

Steve took out a slice and started to eat it, while Eddie put his pizza in the passenger seat.

Steve finished the slice as Eddie got in the driver's side and smelled his pizza.

Steve drove away as Eddie took out a slice of the pizza and started eating it.

Neither of them acknowledged the other. It was like it was choreographed, but they didn't acknowledge each other's presence at all.

Dustin should have known subtlety wouldn't work on them. He was going to have to rethink his strategy again.

[im-actually-a-certified-idiot]

Hey, just found your blog lol, so obviously followed you, you seem really nice! Anyways so, in your bio it saids that you’re a multi-shipper, I just wanted to ask which ships do you mainly ship from Harry Potter, sorry for bothering, alright, take care love ❤️❤️❤️

ahhh hiii :) tysm for asking, i'm not bothered at all <33

so below are a list of ships that i full-heartedly love and support! keep in mind, however, i'm neutral/indifferent to many hp ships (there are few i dislike/hate)

prongsfoot (GAH YES I LOVE THEM SO MUCH there's something so interesting and complex about their dynamic, and emotional co-dependence, and close-knit bond...also BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS)

ronarry (aughh the series was lowkey ronarry coded <3 i love best friends to lovers, and i LOVE insecure! ron x harry because in harry's eyes ron is literally so fucking perfect and he regards ron with nothing but fondness and affection help 😭😭)

scorbus (BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS- you can tell this is my favorite trope lmao. i really love how they complement each other, and just in general their sweet dynamic. dork x dork/ nerd x nerd/ outcast x outcast is a dynamic i treasure in my heart)

lavmione (so i was recently introduced to this but im alr so obsessed because AHHH their dynamic has so much potential and im a sucker for nerd x prep ships 😭😭 especially since they'd be such cute sapphic representation)

ronmione (i love how ron is the only one willing to challenge hermione and how hermione keeps him in check and how ron teaches her to loosen up and hermione helps him focus and study because ron def has a learning disability and have i mentioned BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS)

hinny (eee childhood love is so cute 😭😭 they're so brutally hated by the fandom its unfair really.. i love how they both kinda grow up and change then get into a relationship and how HE TREATS HER LIKE THE QUEEN SHE IS YES SLAY HARRY)

linny (eee BESTIES TO LOVERS OMG not to mention athletic extrovert x outcast introvert- and how ginny defends her honor and luna would def help teach her to be herself and aughh theyre so cute im sorry)

jily (YES i fully believe both of them had some growth to do before they got together and AUGHH i feel like lily would bring out james's nerdy side and james would bring out her mischievous side and they'd be so perfect and complex and enemies to lovers??? i stan that so much yessir)

and then ofc there are certain ships i would only read/like under specific circumstances (like drarry, moonwater, nuna)

these ships are subject to change tho since my adhd ass can't decide on anything 😭😭

[greenlikethesea]

deeply curious about King Eddie??? if this is eddie as a drag king, i will launch myself out of a rocket at the hare moon loool

omg no that's not what it's about but wouldn't that be an amazing idea, sparkly???

king eddie is this idea that @sparklyslug and i came up with to explore a world in which tropes were reversed. eddie is actually the popular jock who's dating the head cheerleader, chrissy cunningham -- but here's the trick: they're both gay and bearding for each other until they get to college. meanwhile, steve never really got popular on account of his mother divorcing his father and moving them to a much smaller house next door to the hendersons. steve's an a/v nerd who never dated nancy and discovered he was bisexual because he sent away for star trek zines and they had some, uh, enlightening material in them. steve and eddie meet at skull rock one day and a friendship -- and maybe a romance? -- develop.

here's a little snippet for you, Chrissy trying to thwart Steve's affections for Eddie:

“Do you like Eddie?” Chrissy asks. It’s an ambiguous enough question, designed to intrigue. She knows how to play this game.

Steve nods. “Yeah, he’s really cool. Uh, we’re into a lot of the same books and movies. I couldn’t believe it when he threw out that Star Trek reference –”

“Not that kind of like,” Chrissy says. Play coy, Christine. You’re good at this. You didn’t get your social standing by being so goddamn obvious like Harrington over here. “Of course you like him as a friend. I mean, like a crush.”

“No,” Steve says, too quickly, too definitely. Gotcha. 

Chrissy knows that Steve used to have a crush on her. Not in the way that every guy at Hawkins High has wanted a piece of her, no. In that puppy dog way, that innocent, sweet manner of liking someone that only happens when you’re still a virgin. She was “dating” Eddie by the time he came into her periphery, taking photos for the school newspaper with Jonathan Byers at every game. That was safe. She could coolly reject him then, because duh, she had a boyfriend, and she wouldn’t be seen with the head of the A/V club. Social suicide. But this is…different. She and Eddie have their Chicago trips, their flings, but Eddie’s never liked anyone long enough to jeopardize their relationship. And Steve never liked Chrissy as much as he definitely likes Eddie.

They’re so close, both going to the same college. She’s so close to leaving this town behind and being who she really wants to be. And she can’t let Steve ruin that for her, someone who probably hasn’t even had his first kiss. 

Fuck. This sucks. But it has to be done.   

“I won’t tell anyone if you do,” Chrissy says, widening her eyes, batting her eyelashes a little. “I promise. 

Steve looks away, then looks back at her, lips pursed in uncertainty. “Promise?”

Chrissy knows her smile looks serene, has spent hours perfecting it in bathroom mirrors. “You can trust me.”

--

and here's a little snippet that my dear sparkly wrote, because I love it so much:

“Can’t deduce for my own species my ass, Henderson,” Steve crows (quietly, since the hawk could be around anywhere). 

“Oh yeah?” A voice sounds from above him, and Steve whirls around, startled. “And what deductions are those, Holmes?”

For a second, Steve is pretty sure he’s flat-out seeing things. He’s a science guy, is all about facts and proofs, has found them engaging and soothing from the second he accidentally found his way into Mr. Clarks A/V Club the first day of sixth grade. But he’s automatically reaching for the fantastical right now, because what else could explain this figure, stretched out regal and comfortable on the top of Skull Rock like he’s lounging on a thrown, the setting sun throwing golden light through his dark curls and the depths of his famous brown eyes, draped in gold from his perfect skin to his letterman’s jacket? 

What else could explain Eddie Munson, King of Hawkins High, regarding Steve with open curiosity and humor? Right now, when Steve is fairly sure he hadn’t caught Eddie’s notice more than five times in the entire time they’ve been classmates?

“Holmes, or–” Eddie cocks his head to the side, hair sending off more golden sparks. “Harrington. Right?”

So much for not being noticed by the guy. Steve, to his horror, feels himself blush. 

[onepiece-polls]

One Piece Shipping War - Round 1 Side B

ZoLaw art by @jack-pictures. Check out the original post here!

Propaganda under the cut.

Propaganda for Zoro x Nami:

Listen I know they're not the most popular ship, but they were the first pair I shipped when I got into One Piece, and for that they will always hold a special place in my heart.

Propaganda for Zoro x Law:

they're just both really good at sword play :P

Grumpy swordmen? What's a better ship?!

Sword guys, great way to go from releasing tension to topless and sweaty and close together, Zoro gets lost and Law enjoys wandering so they just go on walks together, both incredibly intense in what they do, both unlikely to back down, understand each other reasonably well, Zoro can deal with Law's brand of stupid/crazy/D

I think their interactions are fun :)

Law: "Let them kill you! Be ready to die for the plan!" Zoro: *is ready to die for the plan* Law: "NO!"

They have ao much in common! Both are swordsmen and they both have cursed swords (at least one). They're both pretty deadpan but not above getting into shenanigans with luffy. They just fit!

Two moody, broody swordsmen who are really bad at expressing their feelings, but deep down, you know that they are softies. They would bicker with each other but at least understand that the sarcasm is like a love language. They can at least share that mutual respect of having to be the strong one, especially surrounded by a crew of silly goofy guys.

They are perfect together because they are both massive nerds who think they're just so freaking cool, but they're not. Literally every time everyone else is freaking out about something they're like "pfft losers." But THEY are the losers.

It's two guys who are obsessed with Luffy who are in love, it's swordsman x swordsman, it's the two straight men together, it's jock/goth. I just think they would have nasty sex and I'm into it.

Both of these poor gay boys accidentally fell in love with the most aroace mf in all the blues. So they fuck each other to cope.

[shirogane-oushirou]

edit: i decided this would drive me nuts, but i still want to keep it in case there's something worth salvaging in the future. ignore all of this ^_^

for some reason i'm interested the idea of poke!ren beginning our friendship with that like... unintentional infantilization a lot of people do with disabled people when they're trying not to be actively ableist? not because i enjoy that LMAO ABSOLUTELY NOT -- and my pokesona is prideful as hell and would DESPISE it -- but i think it would make sense.

[cw casual ableism, infantilism of disabled ppl. also, disclaimer: i'm basing some of this loosely on my own health issues so it may not 100% apply to all disabled people. just want to keep that straight LMAO.]

most many doctors are SUPREMELY ableist, but doc!ren went into his field SPECIFICALLY to help disabled people and so focused on how best to treat each individual person according to their personalities and disabilities. sure, poke!ren's also technically both a clinical doc and researcher, but if doc!ren is like 80% clinical 20% research, poke!ren is like 10% clinical 90% research.

so poke!ren... doesn't have that knowledge. he does mostly field work and some lab work, with the rare "what do you think about this specific medical case?" appointment. he's the kind of person who hates the more vocal brands of ableism, but is consistently overbearing with his treatment of disabled people in a way that's inadvertently exhausting to deal with because "what happens if i tell him this is also ableist? will he have a fit? will he get angry or upset? will he decide disabled people are too picky if i'm not the Perfect Disabled Little Meow Meow?" so you just end up suffering through it.

therefore, he goes full "paper skin, glass bones," with me, very, "oh i can get that for you! no don't stand up, i can do that. can i cook something for you? no no no, i mean, i know you COULD, but wouldn't it be /easier/ for me to make it for you? you might hurt yourself!". 🙄

we have an evening outing in another city. it gets dark, we're not at the point where we're comfortable staying at his place together, he offers to maybe help me find a hotel, and i say "nope i've got this!" and fly away home on a Fucking Lugia.

and then he has to sit with that and realize some things.

like the fact that he has no idea who the fuck i am beyond surface level. after all, i've been carrying a legendary bird around in my back pocket and he didn't know until now, months after we first met.

like the fact that i can take care of SOME things by myself with the right "tools" or pkmn. i SOMETIMES need help, but i don't ALWAYS need help, and if i DO need help i have the option to tell him myself.

like the fact that he simply saw me as Disabled. as though i didn't have a life before or outside of Disability. i was simply the pitiable, lonely, disabled vn nerd he talks about games with.

and then he has to relearn Me from square one, and it makes our relationship so much stronger. we're able to work on our perfect balance together and build the trust that HE won't take things over for ME when I'M capable of something, and that I will let HIM know when i need HIM to do something I can't do. he has to trust that i'll let him be more doting on the days when i'm having flare-ups, but simultaneously has to respect when there are things i still want to do myself even on those worst days.

.........idk. this is a lot of words to say "god i want to be taken care of, but in a way where the other person sees me as an adult with a personality and decision-making ability and a life that's deeply AFFECTED by disability in many ways but isn't JUST disability." yk?

tbch, after writing it all out, this maaaay end up as canon..... OR it might remain a theoretical offshoot depending on how comfy i am when the Mental Movies (tm) of us finding that trust come together. poke!ren's supposed to be like. PURE escapism, so something like this honestly might hit too close to home to feel good fdhfghfg. like at least he'd end up learning that balance, which is nice... but everything leading up to it? 😬 Maybe A Bit Too Painful....

(damn. verbose king over here, wrote all of this TWICE just to say "i might throw it out" lKNMADKJFNKJDNF)

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Might be weird for you to write if you don't like this kinnnda thing sooo don't do it if your uncomfortable.... love to see something with a daddy kink. Eddie or Adrian? Both if possible. Again I get if you not okay with it. Love yous xx

Summary: They get paired together for a biology assessment. That's it. The popular cheerleader would never ruin her reputation and standing with her parents for a DnD nerd. Unless....?

Also, why does Jason Carver hate Eddie Munson so much?

Tags: Cheerleaders, Daddy Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Fluff and Smut, Cheating

Song Recommendation: Rich Girl by Hall and Oats.

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

Cheerleaders. Love em or hate em, they're an American tradition. There's a reason why you find girls like that in all of the movies surrounding the high school experience. They were supposed to be perfect, pure, and innocent, but as most know, they are notorious bitches.

Well, a lot of them are. Take Y/N for example. She was whip-smart with a sharp tongue and that uniform, oh, that uniform made Eddie feel things that he didn't want to feel. He thought that cheerleading uniforms were some sort of torture device made by perverts to ensure that horny teenage boys got boners whenever they stared at them for too long. But, it was never going to happen. The freak and the queen bitch? Nope. That would never happen to poor ol' Munson, right?

They were in the same year at school. It was back at Eddie's first try at graduating high school. Back when everything seemed possible, when there weren't nearly as many problems in his life. Back when the only problem on his mind was this goddamned assignment that Mr Kane was yapping on about.

Something something biology. Presentation.... oh fuck me in the ass, this class is so fucking boring. If I shoved this pencil in my eye, would I die? What if I shoved two pencils, one in each eye? Would I double die? Or would it cancel each other out?

"Edward Munson, could you please pay attention for five minutes?" Eddie snapped his eyes up from his notebook to his teacher - and the rest of the other students who were staring at him. 

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he responded politely, but with an air of arrogance that he had perfected throughout high school, knowing that teachers hated it and they hated him for it. It's not his fault that school sucks and is boring. He just spends the majority of it in his own head. It's way more interesting in there.

Mr Kane took that as his cue to continue what he was saying. Like the absolute prick he was, he decided to announce, "It's time to partner up. Yeah, you heard that correctly, I've decided to let you share the brunt of your work with one of your lovely classmates," in a tired and humourless voice.

Brilliant. Amazing. Fucking fantastic. Not only was Eddie going to disappoint Uncle Wayne with his grades, but also one of his fellow students. Perfect. He was waiting for the moment when whoever was picked to go with him, whined about it to the teacher and either:

a) managed to swap partners

b) made it very clear that Eddie 0% of the work

Because that's what was going to happen. Nobody ever wanted to work with him. Why would they? He was awful at homework and tests and all that assignment bullshit. Hell, he barely went to class. He sat alone doodling in his notebook most of the time, staring at the door and waiting for a chance to leave.

"Y/N and.... and, who's left? Y/N and Eddie."

For fucks sake.

There was a smattering of laughter as people snickered to themselves. This wasn't going well at all. What a perfect combination. He could probably survive, right? Maybe. But, then again, maybe not. Oh, how he wished that he was invisible.

Hey, it's all good. It's not like she'll want to talk to him and go over the work or anything. She'll do all the work and get an A- or whatever she usually gets, and he'll get a big, fat F because she'd tell on him in no time. Right?

Right? Wrong. As he left the classroom, he heard her calling his name from behind. Great. Now he'd have to deal with the girl he had been crushing on since the beginning of school. He sighed, preparing himself mentally and emotionally as she caught up with him to tug on his sleeve.

"Are you fucking deaf, Munson?" she snapped in her usual sassy manner as she spoke. He rolled his eyes in return as he glared down at her, raising an eyebrow as he waited for her to continue with the onslaught of insults that were bound to come from those pouty lips of hers.

When she didn't say anything else, he looked at her questioningly, waiting for an explanation. When she remained silent, he decided it would be best if he cut in before she started another tirade. "What is it, Y/N? You want to swap partners? Be my fucking guest. I mean, you obviously want to switch partners. Just say it." He knew he sounded rude, but there was no point in holding back on someone who had a mouth like hers. He couldn't help it, she just pissed him off. She was always like this; sarcastic, disrespectful, rude, pretty, totally out of his league, surprisingly funny when she wanted to be, a quick thinker that he knew had a lot more going on than it seemed at first.

One thing that always brought a smile to his face was a memory that he had of her. It was simple. Quick. He didn't even know if she remembered it. He'd come out of the Hellfire room a little late as he'd been packing up after a session - all the other boys had gone home by now - and he thought that the parking lot would've been empty.

Nope. It wasn't.

Sat on the curb with what Eddie assumed to be her boyfriend's hoodie on, Y/N was still waiting for her ride. Luckily, she wasn't alone. A stray cat that often liked to prowl the school after hours took a shine to the cheerleader, nuzzling itself into her leg. Eddie had never seen Y/N look so happy before. She was smiling, giggling, playing around with the cat, talking softly to it and playing with its ears while Eddie watched on in complete awe. As stupid as it sounds, he came to the realisation 'Oh, she's just a girl'. He'd seen her as this unapproachable and strong, intimidating force, but looking at her now, it seemed like she really wasn't that bad. There was niceness to her. Something inside of her shone through, something soft and kind and sweet that she hid away from the general population of their classmates. 

It hurt his heart a little, but he tried not to think too much about it as he cleared his throat to acknowledge that he was there. "Are you okay?" he asked bluntly as she jumped at his sudden interruption and accidentally scared away the cat. "Whoops, my bad. I'm sorry."

"Eddie Munson? What do you want?" she sneered, crossing her arms as she looked at him with annoyance. Ah, so the mask was back up already.

"Would you like a ride?"

"From you?"

"It looks like it's going to rain."

And, she noticed the sky turning dark. Well, shit, he was right. She glanced down at her watch and realised that it was way beyond the time her boyfriend was supposed to pick her up. Evan had forgotten. 

Again. 

So, she weakly nodded and accepted his hand when he offered it to help her up. It was awkwardly silent as he guided her to his van and opened the door for her to get in. Y/N had never been treated in such a way.  He was a gentleman. That was new information that she'd try not to dwell on. And since she'd never had the door cordially opened for her, she couldn't help but respond with a coy, "Th-thank you," and if she wasn't mistaken, there was a blush threatening to creep onto her cheeks. 

As soon as she'd taken her seat in his car, he got in and pulled away from the school grounds. After she got settled in, she turned to look at him and saw him watching her with concern. "How was your day?" he asked gently, trying to break the silence.

"Fine." She paused for a second, deciding whether or not to give him some more details, but quickly abandoned the thought. He didn't need them. No matter what she told him, he wouldn't care. "You?"

"Same old, same old," he answered, glancing over at her briefly before he continued driving. They both stared straight ahead in silence again until he decided to ask, "So...you like cats?"

Honestly, it was the only thing he could think of saying. It seemed like the safest question starter, plus, it was better than the tense nothingness that was the alternative. She looked down at her lap, refusing to make eye contact, before replying "Yeah. I'm not allowed any pets at home. Mom says she's allergic but I don't think that's true." Then, she chuckled quietly, "I love animals though."

"There's this dog that is always around where I live. Don't know if he's got a proper name but I call him Scruffball. Don't even know if he's got an owner," he explained, laughing lightly under his breath when he caught her expression at the mention of a dog. It was cute. Very cute. "He loves me. I mean, who doesn't? Yeah, he's always waiting for me when I get home." His smile widened and he added, "He likes to chew on my shoelaces."

A small chuckle escaped her as her gaze lifted to glance at his, meeting his eyes for a split second before shifting her head to look out the window. There was a strange, unfamiliar feeling bubbling inside of her chest. It felt nice. Warm. Comforting. Like butterflies were fluttering around in her stomach. God, she hoped that didn't mean what she thought that meant. Did she like him? No. She was just sad that her boyfriend was probably too preoccupied with fucking her friends to pick her up from practice. No way. It's not as if she had always thought he was cute. He was here. That was it. Evan wasn't here. Eddie was. 

Hardening her resolve, she coolly announced, "You can drop me off here."

"Do you live around here?" Eddie asked curiously, taking in how different the buildings seemed. This neighbourhood definitely wasn't anything like the trailer park. It was that perfect picket fence type of place that he assumed all cheerleaders lived in.

"Does it matter? I can walk."

The weather outside was horrible. Terrible winds and pouring rain. "You're not walking in this rain, Y/N. You'll catch pneumonia or something," he argued, glancing over at her before continuing, "How else will you do all those... moves? All the-" He took both hands off the steering wheel to shake his hands like he was holding pom poms and smiled when he caught her attention. "All of those."

Why was she smiling? Why the hell was she smiling? It was impossible to stop the way the corners of her mouth upturned upwards ever so slightly. Her lips quivered slightly at the sides with amusement as she fought to keep her laugh from escaping.

"You sold to Harrington in the year below at his party last month, right?"

"Yeah."

"I live opposite."

He was grinning bigger than before. That smug bastard had weaselled information out of her. He'd gotten his way somehow and safely dropped her off at her house. By the time they'd reached her drive, the rain had stopped.

"Here you go, princess. Your... absolutely fucking huge house," he almost gasped, his jaw hanging open as he saw her home. It wasn't a mansion, but definitely bigger than he was used to. Like three stories with a massive lawn and a Dogwood tree in the yard. Every bit of the shrubbery green and beautiful and well maintained. Everything looked fancy. It looked like it belonged in a movie. 

Was she rich? Most popular people are rich. Why would she be any different? They're all rich and snotty and have pretty things to show off to impress their other snotty friends.

"Do you have a pool? It looks like the type of house to have a pool."

"Yeah. My mother is fucking the pool boy and everything," she joked, trying to pass it off as an offhanded comment that he shouldn't take seriously. It was true. Of course it was.

Normally, when she phrased things like that, people tended to take them as surface level shit. You know, she said them in a jokey way so they must be just that: jokes. Not Eddie. He picked up on the slight sad undertone in her voice and exclaimed, "Really? That sucks. My old man cheated on my mom before she died, yeah, he was the worst. It, uh, never stops feeling weird, just so you know."

"That sucks..."

They fell silent and neither made any move to leave. Neither one knew why. Maybe it was because no matter how cold the air might feel against their skin, they couldn't help feeling warm when they're together. Maybe it was because neither wanted to leave just yet. Maybe it was because neither wanted to let the other go. 

Yet, they couldn't let the other know. Especially not Y/N. Eddie having a crush on Y/N was fine from the outside. Yeah, why wouldn't he? She was popular, hot and mean. The dream girl. Eddie, on the other hand, was social suicide to interact with, let alone be interested in. A loser. A freak. An idiot. A DnD nerd, whatever the fuck that was. There was no way she was going to go public with this information.

"Uh, thanks for the ride." She unbuckled herself and went to pull the door handle but hesitated. Before she could stop herself, she turned and quickly placed a kiss on his cheek then got out. "Don't tell anyone I did that or I will make your life a hell."

"Yes ma'am!" he replied mockingly, his face growing redder by the second. "Good night," he murmured as she closed the door and began walking towards her front door. Once she disappeared into her house, he let out the deep sigh and ran a hand through his hair before leaning back against the headrest and staring ahead. What the fuck had just happened? And why did she act like it hadn't happened when they got to school the next day?

Transporting back to his current mind, Eddie realised he hadn't responded to her yet. She said something and he was too busy thinking about how soft her lips felt against his cheek to pay attention. It was months ago, but it was if she'd just done it, as if it happened yesterday.

"What did you say?"

"Library or my house? And don't say your trailer. My dad would kill me if he heard that I was seen there."

A snort left his lips in disbelief. What? She actually wanted to work with him? Was she trying to get a rise out of him? She must know about his very obvious crush on her. Or was it just her being cute? Oh yeah. That's exactly what it was. A flirty joke, as the kiss must've been too. She was trying to embarrass him in front of everyone. Typical bitchy cheerleader behavior.

"If you don't make your mind up, I will make it for you."

"...What?"

She sighed impatiently, crossing her arms over her chest. If looks could kill, he'd already be dead. How long did he want to prolong this interaction? People had already noticed that she was talking to him. And as she glanced over her shoulder, she noticed Evan walking up to them.

"You know where. Friday. Six. Don't be late."

Woah, she did remember.

Then without another word, she strutted away and straight to her boyfriend with a fake smile plastered on her face that didn't quite reach her eyes, despite her best efforts.

Eddie's heart was beating faster than ever before and he couldn't believe what she had done. Did she really just...? No! No way! Absolutely not. He wouldn't let himself fall for the stupid cheerleader that was the only one who ever offered to let him help out. For the first time in ages, he was going to do half the work, which he'd never been excited about before. And, since he was stationary in the middle of a busy corridor, someone bumped into him and yelled, "Out of the way, fucking loser."

And he couldn't help but retort, "Sorry, couldn't fit your fat head through the gap, Harlington?"

"Fuck you."

"No, fuck you. Eat a dick."

After that, he managed to walk away without further interaction from anyone else. All while thinking to himself, 'Jesus Christ, what the actual fuck?!' He had just gotten a date with the hottest girl at Hawkins High School. A study date, but still. He smiled stupidly to himself, completely lost in his own little world as he made his way to the Hellfire table.

Friday evening was a mix of emotions. On one hand, holy shit was he excited. Eddie Munson was excited to do homework? Well, no. Not that bit. Hanging out with Y/N again, that was it. It would definitely be more time together than their little driving session. Yet, he was also beyond anxious. She wasn't the easiest to interact with at times. She had a temper on her and was extremely stubborn and sometimes harsh. And that just added more fuel to the fire to the fact that he was obsessed with her.

Actually, if it went well and he had the guts to, he could ask if she'd kissed him with the intention of turning his pesky little crush into, well, into what he felt for her now. He couldn't quite bring himself to admit the truth, though, so he settled for just hoping for the best.

There were so many concerns rushing around his fuzzy head. Like, what should he wear? Should he dress casual or something more out there? Eyeliner? What if he looks like a dork? Maybe he should wear his old blue jacket. He was wearing it at school today. Should he go for a new shirt? Wait, did he even need to change? Should he shave? Shit! Does she expect him to shave? No, of course she doesn't.

Oh shit. What if her parents were home? He wasn't good with parents. Parents didn't like him. Fuck, not even his own liked him. That's it! He's cancelling this whole thing! He'd rather die than spend any more time pondering this. Just give up. Stay home and lock himself in his bedroom for as long as he could. Yes. That'll work. That's totally it.

However, he could imagine that annoyed pout she'd get if he didn't turn up and he immediately stopped that train of thought in its tracks before continuing. No, he couldn't just ditch this. This was his chance, right here and now! With all these thoughts running around the inside his head, it took less than two minutes for him to jump in his van and start driving. Hopefully, by the time he got there, all his worries will be put aside for good and it's not like he has any plans for this evening anyway. (He totally got asked if he wanted to hang out with his buddy Socko and get absolutely wasted but he declined because he had 'other' obligations).

As he arrived at her house, he rang the doorbell and waited impatiently for someone to answer it. There was no answer after a whole minute and he was growing desperate. He knew he was going to regret this, but he pressed the doorbell once more anyway and called out, "Hello!"

In a huff, she opened the door wide, revealing herself in her normal clothes opposed to her cheerleading costume with a disapproving frown on her face. "I told you-" she stopped abruptly when she saw him standing there, looking stunned and slightly embarrassed. "Oh, I thought you were...Hi. Come on in."

"Who'd you think I was?"

"My boyfriend," she deadpanned at him. Damn it. He forgot about that asshole Evan. He was the captain of the basketball team. Jocks and cheerleaders make sense together. It was an inevitability that those two would be together.

Eddie shook his head and forced himself to look away from her to focus on the surroundings of her house. Yep, just as he thought - clean and neat. Perfect. Nothing was messy in this place. It was almost as if nobody lived here. It might've been a house that her family lived in but there weren't any photos or personal touches - this wasn't a home. It couldn't be. It was visually so devoid of warmth. Yet, her house looked like her father would have some really nice ashtrays that he'd love to steal.

It looked so cold and lifeless and lonely. He felt a sudden pang of pity for the girl, which quickly faded as she ordered, "Take off your shoes."

"What?"

"You heard me," she said, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave him a stern look. "Do it." He shrugged and did what she instructed him to do - although, it was obvious that he was reluctant in complying with her request.  

He just hoped she didn't hear him mumbling under his breath, "Cunt." He didn't know why he said that, either. It was reasonable to take your shoes off so you don't trail mud or grime or whatever gross shit lives at the bottom of your shoes. Yet, she could've been nicer. Was that too much to ask?

Emerging from the stairs was a blonde haired boy that Eddie had seen around school. He was also on the basketball team. Eddie was also aware of that. But he hadn't talked to him. Why would he? Just because he was seriously swooning over the guy's sister, didn't mean that Eddie wanted to interact with the other Carver.  "Why's Munson here?"

"Biology project, dear brother."

Jason rolled his eyes and brushed past Y/N to get to the kitchen, giving Eddie a nod as they crossed paths. Weirdly, these siblings looked nothing alike. Eddie's mind went back to the joke about Y/N's mother having an affair, and looking at the two of them, he guessed she had more than one instance of adultery. Y/N's eyes followed her brother as walked and she inquired, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Yeah," Jason lied with a shrug, not caring whether she believed him or not.

"Do you want me to make you anything?"

"I just told you that I've eaten!"

"Well, you lied. Didn't you?"

Siblings. Eddie was glad he didn't have a brother or sister. He was so pleased at that moment to be an only child. 

"So, I'll repeat my question, do you want me to make you anything before you out?"

"Who says I'm going out?"

"Why do you have your jacket on then?" she questioned with a knowing glint to her eye. Jason paused briefly at this question and then turned around to shoot her a glare.

The siblings had a mini staring match as Eddie watched on. Y/N tilted her head to the left and waited for her brother to spill. She knew he would eventually. "Youre such a bitch. I've got a date, okay?!"

"Once a Carver, always a Carver," she quipped back, using the family motto as a defence. She couldn't help but inquire, "Who?"

Cheeks reddening at the thought of his date, Jason responded an almost dreamy, "Chrissy Cunningham." Y/N gasped dramatically and clapped her hands together, chuckling at her brother and making him blush again. He cleared his throat and searched for his keys. "We're getting dinner, so no, don't make me anything."

Y/N pushed Eddie in the general direction of the stairs and teased over her shoulder, "Poor girl." He could feel his ears burning at the comment and hurriedly out of the front door, slamming it behind him.

Were all siblings mean to each other?

Once upstairs she led him to her bedroom, which looked more plain than he expected. There weren't any posters or artwork on the walls or anything. Her bed was pretty simple - just a white bed frame and flowered duvet. Her desk was the only bit of furniture that seemed to have any personality at all. A lot of papers - that mostly consisted of scribbled notes and drawings - and the shelves had a vast array of books. A few of them caught his attention and he wondered how many she actually read.

She closed the door behind them and motioned for him to sit down at the end of her bed whilst she grabbed the notebook that was sitting on her desk. Taking the seat next to him, she took the pen from the metal coil of the notebook and asked, "Alright, what should we start with?"

"You tell me."

"Okay. Where is your textbook?" she asked him, leaning forward on her elbows so she could prop her chin in her hands.

Shit. He knew he forgot something. Eddie swallowed, suddenly nervous. How could he have messed this up? "I didn't bring it," he answered, knowing how stupid that was of him to do. He rarely ever brought them to class, and even if he did, she usually left it in his locker. Hell, he'd used some of the paper as blanks when he rolled his ciggys so maybe a page or two could've been missing.

Honestly, what did she expect? He didn't show up to school with the necessary items, why would he show up to her house with them? He was never one to be reliable anyway, so it wouldn't be surprising if the book was long gone by now. But Y/N sighed, seemingly upset as she replied, "Look. I won't force you to help. If you don't want to do it, I understand. But.. I don't know, I guess I wanted to give you a chance to try because I know most people don't."

That was nice. She'd actually said something nice to him for a change. Even if he didn't really understand why, he appreciated it nonetheless. And there was something about the way she said it too that was somewhat sad. Sad and tired. So, so sad. He felt his heart ache for her and he immediately began racking his brains trying to figure out why. However, his brain was failing at finding an appropriate answer.

"I want to help you." He blurted it out before he could stop himself, even though he knew the chances of him helping her was slim at best. He had not paid attention in biology since third grade. Still, he could try anyways. Maybe he was just desperate to keep her company and see the expression on her face. It sounded stupid. Ridiculous. But it was the truth.

"Really?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised by his admission. She leaned back against the headboard of her bed and arched her eyebrow curiously at him. As her mouth opened, he thought he was about to get hit by one of her insults but he didn't. Instead, she smiled - a real smile. One where it reached her eyes and lit up her entire face. "Thanks."

Her real smile was like sunshine; warm and inviting. If anything, it was a bit goofy looking. A dimple appeared on her cheek and the corners of her lips curled upwards just enough. It made her seem happy and innocent and cute instead of scary, mean and angry. It was a real contrast from how she presented herself at school.

Now, he felt himself getting sucked into those bright eyes and he found himself blinking rapidly in shock as he tried to tear his gaze away from her. His cheeks burned and his stomach fluttered and he didn't know why. It must be something in the air. Right?

"Well, how about we make a start?"

That's exactly what he needed right now. Some work. Something to distract him from her. And he needed to concentrate. She handed him a sheet of paper as she began explaining their assignment to him and he nodded along, trying to act as though he'd been paying attention to the course, which of course he hadn't. Throughout her explanation, he kept his gaze fixed on her lips as she talked and his mind went crazy. He needed to stay focused - otherwise he'd screw everything up. 

Just look at the page for five seconds. 

Stop gazing at her or she'll figure you out.

Focus. 

Come on, Eddie. Focus.

Stop staring.

"Eddie," she called out to him softly and he snapped out of his trance, finally tearing his gaze away from the sight of her pink lips. He gulped and muttered an 'okay' to her before turning his full attention towards her instructions. She sat back, looking satisfied and slightly amused. She tapped the pen to her lower lip and commented, "This shouldn't be that hard, honestly. We're probably going to have to use these pages for reference... Are you listening?"

Oh yeah. Of course he was. Now he was staring holes into the textbook laying across her thighs, he could hear what she was saying perfectly well. He nodded quickly, biting his lip and fiddling with his fingers, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with her gaze on him. It's fine, he could pretend he was reading. Or he could actually read it. That would've been beneficial to them. She seemed satisfied with his response and his newfound concentration because she returned her gaze back to the open textbook and picked her pen up, preparing to write her notes.

Whatever it was between them was purely academic. All he needed to worry about now was schoolwork. That's all. No feelings involved. Nope, nada, zip. Not at all. Totally not happening. Would never happen. Never ever ever ever ever ever. So why did it feel so good when she pointed out an image of a neanderthal and joked, "That guy kind of looks Mr. Kane. Is it bad that I find it kinda hot?" and then grinned at him while raising one side of her brows, daring him to disagree.

And he couldn't disagree. He was so far gone. He was falling head first without a parachute or a net - just falling straight ahead. Falling down Mount Doom and plummeting to his fiery demise.  "Oh yeah, he's got a real hot bod, huh?" he retorted back, unable to suppress a small smile as he spoke, and was rewarded with a laugh from Y/N. He couldn't help himself - not only because he genuinely enjoyed seeing her happy, but also because he felt something bubbling inside of him - he playfully bumped his shoulder into hers, and smiled when she did it back to him.

They worked in silence for a while, writing their own section and only occasionally exchanging comments back and forth. She felt relaxed around Eddie and it wasn't a feeling she often had around anyone, especially someone who she barely knew at all. And she liked that. It felt almost normal. He didn't know how long they were working on their homework until she stopped for a second to ask, "Do you want a drink or anything? I completely forgot to ask when you came in."

Pleasantries? She was extending pleasantries to him? Where was the notorious bitch of Hawkins High and why had she been replaced with the girl next to him? He could've sworn he'd been a little intimidated by her when he first arrived here but now, he didn't want to leave. Was this a trap?

Trap or not, he was thirsty. "Can I get some water, please? And do you have any aspirin? My head is killing me," he asked, chuckling nervously as he ran his hand through his hair and looked up at her for a second.

"Sure. Bottom draw on the left."

Bottom draw on the left? Bottom draw on the left! Shit. She got halfway down the stairs before she bolted back up, cursing under her breath as she appeared back at her door. She forgot about the other thing in that drawer. Oh no. He'd found it. Immediately turning red as he held the item that caused her to panic so much, Y/N watched on in horror as Eddie inspected the object with wide eyes and an unreadable expression. "What the fuck?! Where'd you get this?!" he questioned incredulously, clearly in disbelief as he waved it around. She gulped, stomping her way towards him to try to take it from his hands, but he didn't let go. Oh boy, did he hold onto that thing tight!

"Put it down."

"No way!"

"Asshole. Just drop it!"

A boisterous cackle erupted from his lips as he used his height as an advantage and lifted his hand above his head so she couldn't reach it. It was amusing watching her jump for it every time she tried. Although he was being a little cruel, he had to admit; she was amusingly adorable when panicking. "What? You don't want me to see you dildo? Huh, Y/N? Look, it's got fake veins and everything." He raised it higher. "What are you going to fuck yourself with now?"

Now she looked murderous. The bitch was back in business. He smiled evilly, knowing full well he was probably being ridiculous, but he still couldn't stop it. This was too good! Too funny! He had her now and he really enjoyed playing the game with her. Especially since her reaction was totally worth it.

"Come and get it," he said triumphantly and took another step forward, closing the distance between them so that he practically loomed over her. He held out the toy, dangling the tip in front of her face tantalisingly close only to swipe it away as quickly as it arrived.

Before he'd registered it, she'd grabbed him by the collar and threatened, "I will tell everyone in school that I caught you breaking into my house to go through my panty drawer. The sherif would love to hear about your breaking and entering, you fucking perv," then held her hand out expectantly.

That caught him off guard. He blinked a couple times, staring in confusion as he processed what she'd said. He knew it was true - she could definitely do it and everyone would believe her. He had no chance in defending himself from that accusation. He'd get laughed at. He'd get further ostracised than he already was. People would think he was a creep as well as a freak, that's for sure. There would be rumours spread amongst the whole town that he was some sort of sicko. He didn't need that. His uncle Wayne didn't need that. He couldn't afford more problems. 

He swallowed dryly and stared down at her for a moment, her eyes shining as she stared daggers that pierced him right through the heart. And he accepted defeat, but as an act of defiance, he suckered the dildo to the wood of her desk rather than placing it in her hand like she wanted him to. 

"Why the hell do you have a dildo? Your boyfriend not doing it for you?"

Silence. Complete, utter and total silence. Her face remained blank as she stared at him. There was nothing she could say. Nothing she could do. He was right and her lack of response gave it away. She bit the inside of her cheek and clenched her teeth together to keep from making any noise, hoping that he wouldn't notice her heartbeat pounding away against her ribs as she thought of her stupid boyfriend.

Taking a deep breath, she explained, "It was a joke gift. All my teammates pitched in - even the ones who are fucking Evan behind my back - and, yeah, they all think it's so funny that he's never made me... he's never cared to, you know, after all our time together," and now she was hoping that somehow he wouldn't hear the slight tremble to her voice and he would stop teasing her, but it was too late. He saw it. He heard it. Everything she was trying to hide, he saw it. She couldn't lie to him.

Oh boy, did he just hear her correctly? No way. If he had a girl like her that would never happen. Her boyfriend was a cheating twat who barely gave two shits about her at all. She deserved better than Evan. A lot better. Someone who loved her unconditionally. Who would make her feel special and satisfied every day just because she was his girlfriend. Someone who she could trust and count on and rely on to be faithful.

"That's fucked up." He sounded so serious that Y/N almost didn't recognize the emotion in his voice. He was angry? Sad? She didn't know which. But it was there.

Weirdly, she felt the need to further, "Cynthia was the one who instigated the whole thing really. I couldn't help but laugh at the fact that she calls her boyfriend daddy." He averted his gaze as she said that nickname, and she made a conscious note of his reaction. "Like out of the bedroom. Inside is completely fine with me. We were at practice and she genuinely squealed 'Oh, daddy!' as he walked into the gym and I couldn't help it."

Again, there was silence. Eddie's eyes shifted back to meet hers, and although he wasn't smiling, his eyebrows were furrowed slightly, his expression one of complete concern. "You have awful friends."

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm an asshole so it makes sense that Im surrounded by assholes, right?"

Eddie shook his head, frown deepening slightly at her sarcastic tone. "But-"

"Look, I can handle it, alright? I deserve it."

Her words struck him harder than she thought they would. He didn't know what to think at that moment. Did she honestly believe what she was saying? She couldn't read his expression nor his body language at this moment; he was still glaring at her, but something told her she shouldn't take back what she'd said.

"After all the shit you lot have thrown at me over the years, I should want to agree with you. I don't ," he added, laughing dryly at her last comment. Maybe she wasn't perfect, but at least she was honest. 

There was something about seeing her like that; so open and naïve. He suddenly felt like he was the most likely person to relate to her. She was as perfect as he was. That's why he was here, looking like an idiot in front of her as he picked the dildo up again to jokingly point out, "Hey, this about the same size as me," and relieve any tension that had grown. He wasn't sure if he succeeded or not in any of his missions, but she still cracked a smile despite herself.

"Bullshit."

"One hundred percent truth."

"I don't believe you."

"I'm not lying."

"Prove it."

Prove it? Prove it! He glanced cautiously down at his belt then back up to her eyes. Was it possible? Why would she even want him to do that? Even if he could prove it to her, what good would it do? How would it possibly help? They'd just had a nice tender moment and now she was telling him to get his cock out. There had to be an ulterior motive in the back of her head. Would she use this as blackmail if he ever accidentally spilled on everything they'd spoken about? Whatever, he needed time to ponder what was the worst outcome that would happen?

"Do you want to forget I ever said anything?"

"Shut up."

There wasn't enough time to ponder. And before he'd even realised he'd moved, his fingers had found the buckle of his belt and were working their magic. He didn't waste another second once he'd gotten his jeans undone, and pushed both his trousers and underwear down around his thighs. He watched intently as she examined him, her eyes wandering over every inch of him. He could almost feel her eyes burning a hole through his skin. She leaned over to retrieve the dildo and held it next to him, but he complained, "At least let me get a little bit harder before you start the comparison. That's not fair."

Okay. That was more fair. Fair enough that she slowly got to her knees in front of him, keeping her eyes glued to his the entire time. She ran a finger along the hardening shaft and smirked as it became evident that her touch alone had affected him so much that he was unable to hold back the moan that escaped his lips. He watched her blush at the sound he made as she shook her head, chuckling softly as he reached out and gently grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger so he could tilt her head back upwards, gazing intently into her eyes. He lowered his voice, allowing a few moments to pass as he brushed his thumb lightly across her bottom lip and said, "What's your boyfriend going to think of this?"

"This can be our little secret."

With his consent, she took his cock into her hand and guided it into her mouth, slowly moving to get used to the length of him. As soon as he started hitting her throat, she bobbed back and forth in rhythm, swallowing him whole and enjoying his groans of pleasure, relishing in how wet her mouth felt around him.

Pulling back to breathe for a second, she licked along his length and he moaned so  loud, "Jesus Christ. That feels so good. Your boyfriend is so fucking stupid, you know that?"

At that moment, she remembered something that he'd done earlier. "I do know that." She paused and held the tip of his cock on her bottom lip as she seductively called him, "Daddy."

And that was it. She had hit that particular nerve of his. His eyes darkened as he jerked his hips forward and he swore aloud when he finally slid fully back into her mouth, groaning pornographically. It was as if a switch had flipped in his brain. His cock throbbed furiously in her mouth, pumping it rapidly faster and faster as her throat worked its wonders around him. He was lost to her touch. Lost to everything else. Just pure sensation. Pure pleasure.

His hand tightened against her head and he bit his lip, struggling to maintain his composure. His heart pounded painfully against his chest as he felt her tongue stroking at his length while sucking at him greedily. He was holding onto her for dear life, and thrust upward, gasping, trying desperately to push himself further inside her mouth and lose himself in the pleasure that she brought him.

"Oh fuck!" His one hand shot out and gripped the edge of the her desk so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his jaw was clenched, and his teeth were digging into his bottom lip until he tasted blood.

Then, she pulled away just as he was about to reach his peak. He stared at her in disbelief for several seconds, his chest rising and falling frantically. Everything seemed frozen in his mind as he gazed at her flushed face as she took the dildo and compared him to it. "I stand corrected. I apologise, Munson."

"Oh, it's Munson now you've had my cock down your throat?"

"Sorry. You did seem to prefer it when I called you daddy. Didn't you?" She coquetted as her hand began to move across his slick member. He grunted as his fist closed tightly around a stray lock of her hair, tugging gently with every movement of his hips.

Fuck, how the fuck did she do that? He felt like he was losing himself. He was losing control. This had never happened to him before. He was usually the one taking control, but she took it from him without even trying to. And he hated it.

"Stop teasing me."

"Whatever you say, daddy." 

Jesus, she'd never been into the whole 'Daddy' thing, but fuck, maybe she was now. She'd only said it earlier to mess with him a bit and he'd responded way more enthusiastically than she'd imagined. But she didn't think twice about it. It was clear that he was growing increasingly impatient by the second, especially after seeing her reactions and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it immensely.

Her tongue flicked out to lick at him hungrily once more. Once he was firmly back into her mouth, he began thrusting into her mouth and she complied without hesitation, moaning his name around his cock. Using her hair, he bounced her up on him faster, her tongue dancing across his shaft and her hand came up to cup his balls, squeezing tightly. His head fell backwards as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his entire being going wild.

"Like it when daddy fucks your pretty mouth, huh, baby?" He rasped through gritted teeth, pulling sharply out of her throat then plunging straight back into her hot, moist mouth, his hands still firmly gripping her hair, refusing to let go. Her reply was utterly incoherent as she continued to suck greedily at him, her grip tightening on his balls. Eddie groaned loudly and his grip loosened as his hips bucked forward, releasing every bit of cum within the confines of her mouth with a loud, "Fuck, take it all. Take what you want from me."

His eyes flew open, breathing heavily as he stared at the ceiling above him. He was completely spent. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been that turned on by anyone. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this satisfied.

"Jesus fucking christ," he mumbled, running his palm over his face as he tried to regain some semblance of control over his mind. It had gone beyond lust at this point, he needed this. And he needed her to "Take your clothes off."

Fuck, he didn't need to tell her twice. Without a second thought, she swallowed as she stood, removed her sweatshirt from her shoulders and shimmied her jeans down to her ankles. She kicked them to the side carelessly as soon as she was free from them, exposing herself to his view.

"And the rest." His voice was dangerously low, making her breath catch.

"I thought you'd want to take it of me," she replied, biting back a sly smirk as she slowly shifted closer to him to whisper in his ear, "Don't you want to, daddy?"

"You're going to regret saying something like that, babe," he growled, whipping his shirt off, grasping her ass firmly and pulling her close to him. She landed against his chest with a thump and was a little taken back when he sweetly kissed her cheek, then his mouth made its way down her neck.

Each kiss became more and more needy, more desperate, as each one went on for longer than the previous one. Every fibre of his being ached for her touch and every little moan or whimper she made was causing him to caress every bit of bare skin he could.

"No marks," she breathed out, pushing him away slightly. "One rule."

"You got it. Can't have anyone knowing about us."

"Just us."

Just them. 

Those simple words made his heart feel like it had just expanded tenfold or more because he never imagined that she would say them, nor would he ever imagine her saying it to him. In that instant, everything seemed different; better somehow. A little more tender, sweeter. More genuine. Like a promise or a vow between the two of them. One that meant more to him than anything he'd ever wanted or expected.

Tenderly, he tipped her chin up so she would be looking straight into his eyes as he admitted, "Seriously, Evan can go fuck himself. Jesus, this can't be a one time thing, Y/N. I need more of you," and captured her lips in a deep, searing kiss before she had tone to respond. He hooked his arms under her thighs as he deepened the kiss, feeling her wrap her arms around his neck and her hands tangle into his knotty hair, tugging and twisting, eliciting moans from her throat.

In no time, he'd laid her down against her pillows and was kissing down her body once again, licking and pecking in a frenzy of desire as he ran his hands over  every curve, every dip and every inch she offered him willingly. When he eventually arrived back up at her breasts, she lifted herself so he could undo her bra, which he quickly undid with ease and tossed aside. Then he moved lower, taking her breast into his mouth as her fingers combed through his hair roughly and he sucked hard at her taut nipple, earning a whine from her. 

"Such a pretty noise, baby," he murmured as he continued the assault on her breast, nipping at the sensitive skin and swirling his tongue around the swollen flesh. He heard her whimpering his name and felt her hands tugging on his hair as his hand moved into her panties, slipping past the barrier to stroke her wet slit. She was already slick and ready and he smirked, teasing her, "So wet already? I haven't even put in any effort yet. This pretty pussy has been neglected, hasn't it?"

A soft moan escaped her lips as he rubbed her clit in circles, sending jolts of arousal shooting through her body, making her writhe beneath him impatiently. He quickly removed the rings from his hand and chucked them on the floor.

"You have no idea," she chuckled, but the sound eventually died in her throat as it was overshadowed by a loud moan as he rather abruptly pistoned his finger into her. She grasped frantically at the bed sheet, attempting to refrain from wriggling away from him. She felt as though she was melting in his hands, and it only spurred him on.

Without warning, he slid another finger inside her and pumped furiously, relishing the sounds she made as she couldn't help but grasp onto his forearm and squeeze tightly. He knew he was driving her insane, but he also couldn't give a damn right now. She wanted him, and he was going to deliver. No matter what it took.

She arched upwards against him and he pressed his mouth hard against hers as his fingers increased their pace, pumping her repeatedly without mercy. All of her staggered whines were let out against  his lips.

"Daddy!"

"Come on, baby. Give it to me." 

He slammed two fingers deep into her, watching as she trembled beneath him, her eyes glazed as she cried out his name in pleasure. Her whole body tensed as her walls squeezed tight around his fingers as an orgasm consumed her body. He groaned softly, his head thrown back in pleasure at the sight of her shuddering underneath him.

"Fuck, Eddie. I'm-"

Interrupting what was going to be praise, Eddie decided that it wasn't over. No. He quickly manoeuvred himself between her thighs and lowered his face towards her core.

"Ed, you don't have to. I know some boys don't like it."

"Are you okay with spanking?"

"Do whatever you want to me, Eddie. I'll most likely be into it."

Eddie. Again. 

"No. Not my name right now."

As punishment, he brought her onto her side as his hand slapped her across her ass, causing her to squeal in a weird sense of delight. He watched with satisfaction as she squirmed and writhed beneath him as he began playing with her clit again as he slowly pressed himself down onto the mattress and placed her knees over his shoulders.

"Evan ever eat you out?"

"Never."

"What a pussy."

After insulting her boyfriend, he held her gaze with a smile as he placed his mouth against her entrance, letting his tongue slip inside and swirl around her entrance for a few moments as if he was trying to taste every bit of her. He licked every inch he possibly could, feeling her muscles twitch beneath his fingertips as she struggled to remain quiet, her hips bucking against his face and urging him to continue. As his tongue worked against her, his hips jerked rhythmically, rubbing himself against the mattress as he moaned into her. 

Her breath came faster and she gripped the sheets beside her as she panted. Her entire body was on fire, as if it had caught alight in flames. Every muscle burned in ecstasy, feeling raw and exposed at the same time.

"Oh fuck, Eddi- I mean...Daddy," she moaned in response to the sensation of his tongue swirling around the entrance to her slit and he smirked. God, he loved hearing her call him that. It felt so good in his ears and it made his cock throb painfully as she bucked against him in an attempt to get closer to the sensations coursing through her body, which only heightened his desire to give her exactly what she wanted.

"Nice save," he teased breathily as he continued to flick his tongue at her clit whilst keeping contact with her entrance, his fingers moving around inside of her, working her over until she was trembling uncontrollably. He used his free hand to hold her hips in place so she wouldn't wriggle away from him.

In a moment when he happened to look up at her face, he noticed that her head had rolled back and her lips slightly parted as she panted up at the ceiling. Her expression was dazed, her breathing laboured, and he found it impossible to believe how beautiful she looked when her whole body trembled with pleasure.

"Y/N, look at me." Her eyes widened as she stared into his chocolate brown ones, seeing nothing but pure adoration in his eyes that made her heart beat out of her chest. He reared back for a minute to command, "Watch what Daddy is doing to your cheating pussy, baby."

At those words, she nodded and proceeded to follow his gaze down to the way his fingers were curling inside her pussy. She gasped loudly and bit her lip, beginning to move her hips to fuck herself deeper onto his digits in an attempt to make herself come. He smiled devilishly at how truly fucked out and desperate she'd become, his own hips rutting faster into the duvet.

"That's right, baby."

"Daddy, please," she begged hoarsely as he kept thrusting into her. His movements were erratic and rough as he tried desperately to make himself as close to coming as he possibly could. Which wasn't that far away as he'd moved his mouth back on her clit, sucking hard as he finger fucking her into oblivion. He was completely oblivious to any other thought in his mind but her. He didn't care about anyone else. 

Not about work. Not about school. Not about Evan. Not about anything else. Because all that mattered to him right then was getting her as close to ecstasy as possible, because she deserved it.

"Be a good girl and come on my face."

She responded by arching her back in response, gripping fistfuls of his hair as she reached her peak, letting out a low, guttural cry. Her orgasm washing over her in waves. He continued pounding into her, loving the feel of her juices flowing into him, soaking his fingers, filling his mouth, and coating her inner thighs.

Eddie quickly got to his knees and took his cock in his hand, pumping three times before placing the tip against her clit and cumming all over her pussy. He let himself take a moment to catch his breath before he collected some of his excitement and pushed it into her entrance, causing her to grab onto his wrist.

"No. Not again. Just fuck me."

"Let me get hard again first."

Both of their voices sounded slightly strained, neither having expected the amount of pleasure they experienced as they lay there catching their breaths. He slowly pulled out of her, licking his fingers clean and flopped on the pillows beside her. She had never been this turned on before. Never. Ever. Not in her wildest dreams.

And yet here she lay with Eddie in her arms. With his chest rising and falling rapidly beside her, his breath mixing with her own, his fingers still intertwined with hers. "Should've guessed that the freak was freaky," she teased him jokingly after a few minutes of silence.

"And I should've known that you are such a fucking tease," Eddie responded, tightening his grasp around her hand in mock irritation. After a while though, he sighed out a small smile and spoke. "I am not kidding though, Y/N. You really are so fucking sexy."

He lifted himself off of her and propped himself up on one elbow above her so he could look down on her flushed, happy, and satisfied face.

"Thanks, Daddy."

"Jesus fucking christ."

Playfully, she giggled and rolled her eyes, resting her hand softly against his slick cheek, her fingers running along his stubble. She loved the feel of his rough stubble against her skin, which sent an involuntary shiver running through her spine. 

The way he was gazing down upon her with a soft expression plastered on his face almost made her forget how utterly ruined she would be if anyone found out about this. She would probably never recover from it, especially since her parents would most definitely find out about it eventually. Associating with those from the trailer park was not Carver behaviour. 

Hell, how was she going to be prom queen with Eddie fucking Munson on her arm?

A slow smile spread across Eddie's lips as she gazed into his deep, chocolate coloured eyes, his thumb stroking her cheek gently, lovingly. His eyes were soft when looking at her, warm and affectionate, which made her heart skip a beat at how cute he looked. And when the corners of his lips curved upwards, revealing two dimples which she adored so much, it only added to the picture.

God, what a fucking idiot she'd turned out to be. This was stupid. So stupid. But, for him? She do it.

Reaching the back of his neck, she pulled him closer for a kiss that was rudely interrupted when their lips were ghosting against each other, mere millimetres apart. The front door, how she wished it had never gone off.

"I'll be right back."

"Y/N...you might want to put your clothes back on to answer the door."

Her footsteps halted and she returned to retrieve her clothes, pulling them on quickly.

"Oh, yeah. My mind is still a bit fucked out..." Before she left the room, she called back, "Thanks for that, by the way."

Dressed, yet still a little flushed, Y/N made it to her front door and opened it to find her boyfriend on the other side. Shit. He wasn't supposed to be here. Oh fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck.

"I know you said not to over the phone, but I'm here."

"Why?" 

Without consideration, pushed past her to enter her house, his shoes making loud noises as they struck against the floorboards. He walked towards her kitchen and got a drink from her fridge. She followed behind him, her heart beating a mile a minute as she watched him retrieve a coke. Once he sat down, he raised the can to his lips, drank its contents, before placing the cup down in front of him.

"I was hungry and my mom is out."

"I'm not making you something to fucking eat." She folded her arms across her chest defensively and glared at him as he continued to drink from his soda. "Couldn't Stephanie do it for you? Or Penny? Or Tilly? Huh?"

Evan's eyes narrowed and he placed a forefinger under her chin to tilt her head up. "Calm the fuck down. Don't start this shit now." She rolled her eyes but remained silent, yet she did clench her fists. "You're acting like a total child."

"Okay, Evan. Do whatever you want. Raid my kitchen and then leave," she let out defeatedly, leaving him be to make her way upstairs. She managed to keep her footsteps even and calm until she reached the top step, then she hurried to her room.

During the brief amount of time that they'd been apart, Eddie had retrieved his underwear and pulled them on as he surveyed her bookshelf in more detail. In his haste he hadn't really taken the time to observe it, and the sight of them there caused him to smile softly.

"Nice choice. Neuromancer. Never would've guessed a cheerleader to read that." A light chuckle escaped his lips as his hands traced the spine of the book and looked up at her, immediately seeing how she no longer looked amusement about what was going on. 

Truthfully, it seemed as if her mask was back up.

"Evan is here. Either jump or hide."

"Shit."

After scrambling his clothes on, he looked out of her window at the distance he'd have to fall if he jumped. He exhaled heavily. "I guess jumping it is," he joked, moving towards her and grabbing a handful of her shirt to pull her into a goodbye kiss. It was short, but meaningful nevertheless.

"See you on Monday, Eddie."

As soon as she finished speaking, he jumped out of her bedroom window and landed clumsily on one of her mother's bed of flowers which littered the ground below it. Without hesitation, he sprinted for the gate of the fence surrounding her backyard and scaled it easily before making his way across the street without being seen, disappearing into his van and back to his trailer in no time.

Evan was none the wiser.

School on Monday went swimmingly. The pair hadn't got many classes together so there was no chance at anyone suspecting anything. Yet, if someone was paying really close attention, there was a moment when Eddie happened to be walking behind Y/N and Evan. He couldn't help it. He stared laser beams into the back of her boyfriend's head like it was going to do anything and scoffed when Evan let his hand rest on Y/N's hip as they walked.

When she felt eyes on her back, Y/N turned her body slightly towards Eddie and met his eye for a split second. A small smile played on her on her lips as she whispered something to Evan, who nodded and removed his hand from her.

Whatever the case, at fourth period they had biology. Y/N tried her absolute hardest not to look in Eddie's direction, to act normal, act like nothing special was going on between them, but she was nudged by the girl next to her.

"I think you've got an admirer."

It took a second for Y/N to realise what she was talking about, but when she did, her eyes instantly shot over to where she knew Eddie sat. Sure enough, he was gazing at her. He even mouthed what looked like "Osmond's shitter."

Mrs Osmond's classroom was opposite the staff toilets - a collection of bathrooms that tended to go unused by everyone but stoners. So, she assumed that was a meeting place for them.

After class, she slipped away from her friends and was yanked into one of the bathrooms before she knew what was happening. By the time she managed to catch her bearings, she realised that she was being attacked. She found herself pinned against the wall opposite the bathroom door, a pair of lips pressed against hers in an instant. For a second, she froze in shock. Then, she kissed him back, letting her hands wander freely around his neck, her long fingers tangling themselves in the strands of dark hair.

"Real romantic place you picked, Ed."

Eddie smirked against her mouth, nipping at her lower lip with his teeth and leaving her craving for more. He pulled back reluctantly, leaning against the wall with his forearms braced above Y/N's head, giving himself enough space to see her looking up at him with her big doe eyes.

"Well, I figured the best place for us would be somewhere private, away from prying eyes." He trailed light kisses along her jawline, stopping near her ear as he breathed out,, his voice low and raspy with desire, "And I could wait any longer."

She couldn't help but shiver at his words. It was only when his hands wandered down to her waistband that she snapped out of her daze. "We are going to get caught," she said, attempting to sound stern despite her heart thudding in her throat and her cheeks reddening.

"We won't if you keep quiet." He moved his hips to grind harder against hers, causing her to gasp. She felt heat pooling between her thighs as she felt his arousal growing inside of her jeans. She wanted to cry out his name, to beg for more, but instead swallowed thickly.  Seeing her apprehension, he moved away and cooed, "We don't have to if you don't want to. Please don't feel obliged to, you're not at all. Just slap me away, okay?"

Forgetting her worries, she lifted her hands and placed them on his shoulder, pulling him back towards her, keeping him flush against her chest. "You locked the door, right, daddy?"

He hadn't. He'd been too focused on kissing her as she arrived to do it, so it was a good thing he double checked. It was just the adrenaline rush getting the better of him at that moment, that's all.

Assured that there was a locked door in between them and their schoolmates, Y/N grabbed onto both sides of his shirt tightly and pressed her forehead against his as his hands slid underneath the material of her cheerleaders uniform and ran them down her sides to cup her ass firmly.

"Fuck, baby. I can't stop thinking about you. And I mean that literally. Every. Single. Thought." He leaned forward again, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. She moaned softly, opening her mouth for his tongue and allowing him to slip past her defences and into her mouth, his hand making its way back to her waistband and into her underwear. 

Just as he had predicted, she was already wet, aching, longing for him. She opened her legs wider and gripped his shoulders tighter as her hands travelled higher up, to tangle in his hair for stability as he began slowly sliding his middle finger inside of her.

His touch sent a flood of euphoria through her, and she released a deep sigh, her head falling back against the cold brick wall. She closed her eyes in pleasure as her muscles tensed up automatically and involuntarily.

Once she was substantially prepped, he undid his belt and tugged his jeans down a few inches so that they were bunched around his knees as she flipped her skirt up and joked, "You're lucky I haven't put my spankies on yet."

"I don't know what the fuck that is, but I like the sound of it."

"It's like underwear that cheerleaders have to wear over their actual... you know what, just put your cock in me."

Turning her so she was facing the wall, he moved her panties out of the way and let some drool drip onto his cock before he eased into her with ease. Her back arched upwards at the pressure on her entrance, and she felt her eyes start to slide closed as she let her head drop to the wall once again. She bit down on her bottom lip hard in an attempt to suppress any sort of reaction, trying her damnedest not to make a single noise.

"Holy fuck, you're so tight. I see why your boyfriend cums prematurely now," he cursed quietly at her tightness. He kept kissing the curve of her jaw while he fucked her, and she groaned softly. She never imagined it would happen, especially in the school bathrooms where anyone could be listening in, but it was happening. This was definitely happening though. 

And there was no stopping it now they'd begun.

Laughing at that comment, she opened her eyes and looked back at Eddie, giving him a crooked grin that dropped as her jaw did when he found the right angle, hitting her spot with sort of a methodical accuracy. Her whole body trembled and shook as she gasped, trying in vain to fight back the moans of ecstasy.

"You take cock so well, don't you? I can tell that you really enjoy this, you cheating slut."

It took her a few seconds to collect herself, but when she managed to regain control of her thoughts, she looked back at him again, smiling at the sight of him getting so riled up. "I've had dildo practice, you see," Y/N retorted playfully, rolling her hips back onto him. As he continued to pound into her mercilessly, his hand found hers and he yanked them behind her back as slammed himself harder and harder into her. "Practise for you, daddy."

"Fuuuck."

"Be quiet, we don't want to get caught like this."

"Sorry, but when you say shit like that? I can't help it." He buried his face in the crook of her neck in an effort to contain himself, breathing heavily, and moaning her name repeatedly into the the skin of her neck. 

But then, he happened to remember something and knew it would make this situation ten times hotter. He had to. So, he shifted them in front of the sink and placed his hand on her jaw and lifted it to look in his eyes in the mirror. Her hands immediately clutched onto the porcelain and watched with half lidded eyes as he grabbed her hips with such intensity and bounced her on his cock.

"Like the view, baby?" He asked huskily, grinning widely. His grip tightened on her hips as he continued to rock her body against his, making it increasingly difficult for her to stay composed. "Like watching daddy pound this slutty pussy of yours?"

"Oh God," she whimpered under her breath, her legs shaking as she held on to the counter top with both hands for support. She tried desperately not to react or moan at his words as her mind spun with lust. Her head attempted to roll back on his shoulder but his hand was firm on her jaw, forcing her gaze to stay fixed on his own.

"Good girl," he praised lowly, causing her to bite her lip as she fought back another moan and a whimper escaped her lips. She felt his thumb brush the corner of her lips gently as he smiled, enjoying the way she was looking at him. He liked seeing her eyes go wide and her mouth hanging open slightly as she came undone before his very eyes.

Yet, she had been relatively good at being quiet so he had no idea he needed to put a hand on her mouth until it was already there. Even in his fucked out haze, he'd been quick enough to think about doing it only seconds after he heard the first note of her moan.

Eddie continued to thrust himself into her relentlessly, keeping her trapped beneath him and refusing to stop until he came too. His release came quickly due to the sounds of her mewling into his hand as he asked, "Want Daddy to come inside of your pretty little cunt?"

"Please, Daddy. Come inside me," she whined as the last syllable slipped out of her mouth and he obliged, pumping himself furiously for a brief second before releasing his load into her. They stayed there for several moments afterwards afterwards, simply breathing heavily and listening to each other's panting breaths before eventually letting go of one another's bodies.

He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his free hand, smiling triumphantly as he pulled out of her and, once again, pushed some of his slick back into her in a possessive manner and postioned her panties back normally.  "Who'd imagine that the head cheerleader is going to be strutting around the halls with Eddie Munson's come deep inside her."

"You'd imagine that."

"Don't have to imagine it, baby."

Finally with most of her bearings back, Y/N turned to wrap her arms around his shoulders and pulled his body closer to hers as she nuzzled her nose into the side of his neck, inhaling the scent of his body wash and presumably all the weed he'd smoked up to this point, feeling content in his arms. As she did this, he wrapped his arm round her torso and kissed the crown of her head. "Now I bet we've missed a lot of sixth period if I had to guess."

She hummed thoughtfully, lifting her head from his shoulder. "Hmm, true..." Her finger twirled one of his curls. "Might as well skip the rest of it, don't you think?"

"What shall we do instead, Ms Carver?" He replied, inching his lips closer and closer to hers. She grinned wickedly before closing the distance between them and smashing her lips onto his, kissing him roughly and passionately, and he responded accordingly, moving his hand across the small of her back to hold her close to him, pulling her tightly against him.

Mrs Osmond's shitter became the meeting spot for the pair at school because, truly, nobody used it. It was always empty and secluded and secret. Whilst it wasn't the most romantic of spots, it was what they needed. A quick get away to see each other during school time to interact any way they wanted to, innocently or not so innocently.

Weeks went by of much the same. Sneaking around at school. Sneaking around at home. Just general sneakery. Yet, as time went on, it became apparent for the both of them that it had turned from lust into something more.

Y/N only came to realise this as she had phoned Eddie to come over as her brother and parents were out and that left her home alone. Her second boyfriend arrived at the door and they didn't fuck.

"I got some popcorn and I rented those Star Wars movies you speak about all the time. Want to watch it?"

"Yeah. Of course," he said happily, taking off his jacket and plopped down on the sofa beside her, setting the bowl of popcorn between them. His arm instinctively wrapped around her shoulders a tugged her closer, and she rested her head on his chest as the movie started playing on the screen.

"Hey," he whispered quietly after a few minutes, his fingers tracing random patterns on her back. "Scruffball misses you. I'm sure of it."

"I miss him too. Sorry I haven't been round, my father was very high strung this week and I didn't want to add anything to it," she apologised in a small, sad voice.

Being together made Eddie realised that her parents weren't...Great. Despite the money and the fancy house and all that shit, they were as bad as his parents. Y/N's mother was not only a cheat but completely concerned with the family name and preservation. Mr Carver, on the other hand, was barely present and when he was, he was an ego maniac. Nothing was too big for him to deal with, even if it meant overlooking his realationships with his friends and family. He could and would start a cult if he was asked.

Such traits had been passed down to their children, so it seemed.

Eddie nodded at her answer, leaning his chin on top of her head. She closed her eyes as the tension left her body and she started to relax into his embrace completely. He lovingly kissed her hair as his hand ran up and down her back rhythmically. They lay like that for a while, the only sound being their breathing and the movie coming from the television.

"Gross. They're siblings?" she exclaimed as she sat up straight, turning her head towards Eddie for confirmation.

"Babe, you're about a year late with that revelation."

"Sorry I'm not a big nerd like you. I was busy having friends," she teased. He leaned forward suddenly and stole her attention as he brought his face closer to hers and kissed her softly, his tongue dancing with hers playfully as they kissed each other senseless like they usually did when they were alone.

Once their tongues parted and he took a moment to catch his breath, he stared at her with soft eyes full of love. There was no doubt in his mind whatsoever that he loved her. Maybe even loved her so much that he couldn't bear to live without her for one second longer than he needed to. He looked down at her as if she was the most beautiful thing in the world and her eyes reflected the exact same feelings back at him.

He leaned forward once again and pressed a kiss to her cheek, and then another one to her temple before leaning backwards again, bringing his hand to the back of her head and gently rubbing her scalp. 

For some reason, it calmed her, just as he always seemed to calm her. It didn't seem strange to be around him, not now as he was rapidly becoming the only person who made her feel safe and happy. She sighed deeply, gazing at his chocolate brown eyes as he watched the movie intently. She never knew she could still smile this much.

She had never been happier in her life. It amazed her how things turned out this way. How simple it had become to look beyond the surface and just be herself. Eddie had shown her that no matter what, she was loved. That she could be loved. That she should be loved. He was everything she had ever needed. He cared about her so much. He treated her right. 

"Eddie?" she whispered, her eyes shining brightly at him through her eyelashes. He immediately stopped watching the movie and turned to look at her.

"Hmmm?"

Take a deep breath and go for it.

"I love you."

A grin broke out across his handsome features as he leaned over to plant kisses on her forehead and cheeks. "I love you too, Y/N." He paused, waiting a minute or two before speaking again as he continued to caress her face and hair. "You know I don't have the money to give you the world, but I'll try."

Her breath hitched in her throat as tears began to form in her eyes. "Oh baby," she whimpered, unable to take his words seriously as she reached up and placed her hands on his cheeks. Her gaze flickered across his face, taking in every detail of him, trying to commit each line of his face into memory. 

This boy was more precious to her than gold; more valuable than diamonds. More precious to her than her mothers pearls. She would sacrifice everything she owned to have him beside her forever. 

A few weeks later, Jason had given up on the party he intended to be at that night and soberly drove home. Y/N had mentioned that she was spending time with Evan, which he didn't quite believe since he was pretty sure he saw his sister's boyfriend at the same party. It was full of members from the basketball team, and the captain definitely made an appearance.

That's why he was surprised when he opened the front door and found his sister in the lap on Eddie Munson. The freak's hands were all over her and his mouth was firmly attached to her neck, sucking on the soft skin there repeatedly while she moaned in pleasure. Jason had to suppress the urge to throw up. 

"What the fuck?" he yelled angrily, glaring at the scene in front of him. His sister's eyes widened when she spotted her younger brother at the door, pushing Eddie to swiftly break away from her neck. "The freak? Really, Y/N?"

"Don't call him that!"

"Everyone else does!"

Y/N got to her feet and glared daggers at her brother. "How dare you?!"

"How dare me? How dare you! You're just like mom!"

It was the last straw, the thing that broke the dam. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her face and she quickly wiped them away angrily. He was right. She was a big ol' cheater.

Eddie was straight to his feet to hold her as soon as he saw her tears falling down her face. "I'm sorry, babe," he muttered against the side of her head, kissing it gently.

"Stop touching her like that."

"Jason-"

"Leave her alone!"

At Jason's request, Eddie pulled back with his hands up in surrender. Anger and disappointment filled his Jason's as he watched his sister cry and reach towards the school freak. What the hell is wrong with her, he thought to himself. Why does she keep letting this guy touch her like that? Like she's some kind of whore.

As he stared at his older sister, he felt an uncomfortable knot build up inside of him. It wasn't his business, really, but he couldn't help but find the situation to be distasteful. Eddie, however, remained silent and simply stared as Jason stormed past them. Once the front door slammed shut behind him, he let out a sigh.

"Give him twenty minutes and the whole basketball team will know," she pointed out, sniffing and wiping her face with the sleeve of her tshirt.

They fell into silence, both lost in their own thoughts as Y/N cried into Eddie's shirt. Eddie was thinking about the fact that he had never seen Y/N cry before. Sure, she had always seemed upset whenever she let slip something about her home life, but she never cried. Ever. If anything was happening around her, she hid it well and laughed it off like nothing ever happened. But this time... This time, she clearly hadn't been able to do the latter.

"Are you okay?" he asked her hesitantly, looking down at the girl resting her head in the crook of his arm. She looked up at him with a watery smile.

"Can we go and see Scruffball?"

With that, he nodded his head and led her by the hand to his van where he very swiftly made it back to his trailer, surely bypassing many road safety laws on the way like usual. They got out of the van moments later and Scruffball came running to her feet, excited to see her. She scooped him into her arms as he licked her nose.

All seemed fine when she was with Eddie and his (but also not his) dog. She sat on the ground and ruffled the dog's fur as Eddie watched with a fond smile on his face. She glanced over at Eddie who was still smiling at her before looking back at Scruffball. Maybe everything could be alright after all. Maybe life at the trailer park would be fine.

Evan did find out that night. Once he searched her home and she wasn't there, he knew where to go next. The trailer park had never been a hot spot for the popular people before. Ultimately, Y/N was given a decision.

It was between Evan and his cheating, but the promise of prom queen and a chance to stay head cheerleader vs Eddie and his love, doomed to spend the rest of her school career as a social outcast and, ultimately, become a disappointment to her family.

Was love worth that much?

Apparently not, as when Evan came a-knocking, Y/N left with him.

"What the hell, Y/N?" Eddie yelled after her, standing outside the door as she went out of sight. "Where are you going?!"

But she ignored him as he called out to her once again, begging, pleading, pleading to come back. He sank down onto the doorstep as he stared down at the ground, knowing there was no point anymore in getting up from there. It was pointless to try anyway.

Once a Carver, always a Carver.

Frankly, Y/N had never felt so shitty before. She thought it couldn't get worse, then she saw Eddie at the Hellfire table at lunch on the following Monday. He wasn't even talking to anyone. And, worst of all, he kept staring at her with those same sad eyes that had once been filled with such love.

Noticing where she was looking, Evan. roughly grasped her chin and shifted her head away from her freak in the corner.

"Don't fucking look at him." She tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his grip around her jaw and squeezed until it hurt. "Not in front of everyone."

He released her face after a moment and, you know what, fuck this! She got to her feet and slapped Evan across the face with a sharp "That's for the fact that it takes you a less fucking minute to come." Then she backhanded him. "And that's for coming in every single cheerleader on the team."

With that she began to walk away, only to realise she forgot her bag and had to return to get it so she played it off as if she needed to clarify, "All of them apart from Chrissy! She's actually lovely and if I were to pick a successor, it would be her." It seemed as if the whole cafeteria was watching her every move as she strutted towards the Hellfire table.

Eddie was stood as he was just about to put his tray away when he felt a delicate tap on his shoulder. Upon turning around, his eyes widened in shock when he noticed Y/N standing in front of him. Before he could ask anything, she stood on her tippy toes to plant one straight on his lips. It caught him completely off guard, causing him to blink twice before wrapping his arms securely around her waist and deepening the kiss.

As they kissed, several students around them whistled, hooting and hollering as they watched them. No one expected this pairing, like, ever. And yet here they were.

"I'm sorry," Y/N whispered softly against his lips as she reluctantly tore herself away from him. "Please don't be mad at me."

"Mad?" Eddie echoed as he reached forward and cupped her cheek in his large palm. "I could never be mad at you."

"Can I sit with you guys at lunch? I don't think I have any friends anymore."

"Sure, babe. Come on."

She smiled and happily sat with her only boyfriend at the Hellfire table, where all his friends seemed to be stunned that a cheerleader spoke to Eddie, let alone, dated him. As they all started chatting and catching up, Y/N turned to look at him, a smile on her face that was more real than the others he'd ever seen her wear in public.

Turns out that the Hellfire club was actually filled with cool, easy going individuals. Who would've guessed?

After listening to her new friends talk, Y/N got closer to her boyfriend to kiss him in the cheek and whisper, "Love you, freak." She paused before adding. "Sorry, I know you prefer Daddy, don't you?"

Answering her taunt by squidging his fingers into her hips, playfully pulling her towards him, Eddie smirked and couldn't help but kiss her hairline over and over again, getting a rush from the fact that, yes, he could do it in public now.

In the end, the fact that she was a Carver didn't come up much more during their relationship. Mostly because at the very moment Eddie had enough money to, she wouldn't be a Carver anymore. She'd be a Munson. And a happy Munson at that.

[iamthecomet]

I was looking back at some of my old SwissDew fics, and the thing I'm currently thinking about with them is that the first time they ever, like, had an emotional conversation one on one, Swiss had to really hold back his frustration with Dew's inability to really... explain his shit.

Like, his natural reaction would be to get annoyed that Dew isn't owning up to/telling him what's wrong or going on with him, but he decides to just wait and let Dew get his thoughts in order, and... wow, Dew is surprisingly open and honest about things when he doesn't feel like he's under attack for not being able to answer right away.

And that's kind of when Swiss realizes, maybe, Dew is just being defensive more than actually, ya know, rude, and that that's probably why Aether treats him the way he does, and that there might be some merit to stopping and reassessing a situation before diving off the deep end.

Anyway, after that, Swiss tries to listen more and Dew seems more genuine when he apologizes/admits when he's fucked up more often, because he doesn't immediately feel like he's on trial, and...

Healthy communication between two people who struggle with that sort of thing, ya know?

Dew also confides in him more about other things, too, after that, like, he tells him when he's not feeling good, or, hell, Swiss even learns basic things about him he never learned/knew because they never really sat down to talk before.

Like, Swiss learning Dew can be incredibly silly/a bit of a goofball in a weirdly wholesome kind of way, or Dew learning that Swiss is a really good cook even if he always seems to mess around while he's in the kitchen.

Just two nerds discovering how to make their relationship work.

ASDKJHFASDLFA H They're adorable. I love your Swiss and Dew so much. Communication is so messy sometimes and these two are the perfect illustration of that. Neither of them are really the sit down and talk it out type. And they both tend to take everything at face value. Like, Dew being a dick is just Dew being a dick. Swiss doesn't see a reason to dig deeper than that. But then slowly figuring it out? Talking to each other more in slow bursts. Dew finally sighing and telling Swiss why he was being a dick and Swiss going oh shit, I just thought you were being an asshole. They both start to realize that neither of them are exactly what they appear on the surface. They both have walls up--armor--spikes. And they are so much better at grinding their armor together than they are at taking the pieces off and seeing the bruises beneath. And when they finally do start looking under the defensive attitudes they find so many hidden things. So many pieces of each other to explore. They're the kind of people who know everything about each other, but in a weirdly casual way. Like of course Dew knows what Swiss' favorite movie/meal/blanket is. But he's not going around spouting it. But he is grabbing Swiss' blanket on his way to movie night in the common room so they can curl up under it together. Swiss and Dew's sometimes complicated relationship is SO important to me, and I really do adore the way you write them together. They're just so good to each other (most of the time).