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infinite-orangepeel · 1 year

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Steddie accidental voyeurism and ‘Steve owes Jonathan Byers an apology because if he had a camera he’d also be tempted to immortalize Eddie in this moment for future reference’

hi anon !! omg i’m in love with this prompt 💛 thank you so much for the submission, hope you enjoy :)

warnings: this one is heavy on the perv!eddie in the beginning so if that’s not your thing, feel free to skip, accidental voyeurism, frotting

eddie knows he’s all types of fucked up for this. he knows there’s a sick place in hell for guys like him.

steve’s his roommate, his supposed ‘best friend,’ the guy who saved him from imminent death in an alternate dimension.

yet here he is—jerking himself off with steve’s favorite pair of gym shorts clutched between his dick and his fist. thrusting and dirty talking his way to the finish line as if his best friend can actually hear him:

“you’re such a cocktease, stevie. always bending over right in front of me in those tight little outfits. just love to whore yourself out for my attention, don’t you?”

“does your girlfriend know how desperate you are for my cock? does she know how dumb you get when i choke you on it?”

“so beautiful, baby. so goddamn beautiful. gonna paint your pretty face with my cum. stay still. be good and take it, baby. let me fuck you right.”

he’s wearing Steve’s cologne—doused himself in the piney scent to enhance the sensory experience. he’s got a spread of stolen polaroids laid out in front of him.

a glorious mixture of cutesy and depraved pictures that steve’s ‘girlfriend’ of the month has taken of him (pictures that she finds mysteriously missing from her wallet whenever she comes over and eddie’s home).

eddie’s gazing at his three favorites as he works himself over—a close-up of steve’s blurry tits, steve smiling with his tongue poking out between his teeth, and steve eating pussy like it’s his last fucking meal on death row.

everything about that boy—correction: his boy—is perfect.

none of the girls he brings home deserve him. he’s pure gold, the sun personified, rare.

eddie watches them. observes the ways they take advantage of his kindness. the little jabs they make at his intelligence. the quipped commentary surrounding their exits. it boils his blood, makes his skin burn, and if steve was his? he’d never let him forget how loved he is. he’d treasure him, keep him safe, worship him up and down.

it doesn’t matter. it can’t matter, because there’s nothing eddie can do to force steve to feel the same way.

he understands that. he’s not delusional. but, he has to do something about it. he has to cope with this insatiable itch somehow.

so, while steve’s at work, eddie sneaks into his best friend’s bedroom and rolls around in his sheets.

he gets stupidly high off of it, doesn’t need a joint to do the trick.

he rubs his cock over his pillow and smiles with pure love while he does it.

he digs through steve’s hamper and finds his gym clothes from that morning—still ripe with natural musk, sweat, and salt. eddie buries his face in them. licks over the crotch. fingers himself with his ass pointed skyward, head in the sand—drowning in steve’s pretty filth. crying out and letting his unfiltered desire flood the room.

and if he’s really lucky, like today, he’ll find an old sock that steve’s used to wipe himself clean after fucking one of those careless girls. dried with wasted cum because steve’s a good boy who pulls out and never cums inside one of his hook-ups.

meanwhile, eddie dreams of cumming inside him with the gross, used cotton pressed to his lips. he loves to suckle on the fabric. pretends he’s eating steve out after pumping him full. it’s nasty and bitter and all he thinks about. can’t get enough of steve on his tongue.

“want you to sit on my face, stevie. don’t be afraid, love. you won’t hurt me. i’ll take such good care of you. don’t even need to breathe. just need to taste you,” he babbles to himself and tightens his grip, “that’s it. want you to squeeze me between your pretty thighs. so fucking perfect. jesus.”

eddie’s moments away from blowing his load when steve rounds the corner and saunters on into his bedroom. home hours early from work without any warning.

“hey man! thought i heard you in here. powers out at family video and—”

he stops in his tracks. mouth gaping wide open.

“fuck. fuck. steve,” eddie’s stuck in place like a deer in headlights. dick fully erect and leaking onto his best friend’s shorts which are still in his hand, “im so sorry. i—let me get dressed and i’ll—um—i’ll leave—”

steve approaches eddie with a curious look on his face and pink coloring his cheeks. his chest rises and falls slowly and there’s a dazed look behind his eyes. he licks over his lips once and reaches a hand out. so close, he’s almost touching eddie’s cock which doesn’t make any sense because—

“let me,” he nods emphatically and eddie realizes they’re both shaking from something other than fear, “please.”

“steve. you don’t have to. you shouldn’t. i’m—i’m the one who fucked up,” eddie says unconvincingly, because all he wants is to continue basking in the wonder of this absurd fever dream.

“eds,” steve shivers visibly and shoves down the waistband of his sweatpants to reveal his dick. “i’m so fucking hard. can i—i wanna make you feel good—make us feel good.”

eddie pinches his own arm.

he’s waiting for steve to snap out of it. he’s convinced the guy is drugged or hallucinating or both. but, then, he leans closer and ghosts his lips over the corner of eddie’s open mouth. flicks his tongue and runs it over his bottom lip.

“please. let me give you the real thing.”

“okay,” eddie agrees, as steve takes them both into one hand with obvious urgency, “anything—you can have anything you want.”

steve winks at him, ducks down to kiss his throat, and releases a weak sigh into eddie’s neck as he watches his huge hand encompass both of their dicks.

the spread of shared precum eases the sticky drag of skin on skin and creates the perfect balance of friction. steve’s cock is wider than eddie’s. it’s pinker, too. but eddie grins happily at the few inches of length he has on his friend.

“y—you don’t care that i was being a creep?” eddie moans, knowing he won’t last long. fuck steve’s even prettier this close up, “why don’t you care?”

steve pumps them faster. his hips are bumping into eddie’s as he thrusts harder. moans dripping from his throat like honey.

“because i’ve been trying to get you to fuck me for the past year and a half,” steve uses his other hand to push eddie’s head forward and kisses him fully which sends him to the goddamn moon and back.

they lick behind teeth, tangle tongues, swallow groans and filthy words.

steve bites eddie’s lip and eddie does it right back.

they mirror each other in the strangest and most stunning way—nothing and everything alike.

eddie’s hands are kneading the meat of steve’s ass. he grazes a finger over his boy’s hole and revels in the sharp gasp it coaxes out of him.

“do that again,” steve groans and eddie obliges, “no one’s ever touched me there. feels so good.”

steve is going to be the death of him. steve’s going to kill him and eddie’s going to smile the whole way through.

“steve—i’m a fucking freak,” eddie pulls away to admit as he nibbles on steve’s ears and pumps the tip of his pointer finger into his ass, “i’ve been sneaking into your room and stealing polaroids from—”

steve bites him on the shoulder to demand silence and leaves the gorgeous imprint of his teeth. eddie whines and folds instantly, breathing heavily.

“and i jerk off with your rings on whenever you go to band practice so shut the fuck up and cum for me,” steve slams their lips back together and at the sound of his words and ridiculous confession, eddie cums harder than he ever has in his entire fucking life. a minute later, steve follows suit.

later, after a quick nap in the mess they’ve made, steve wakes eddie up with his mouth stretched around his cock and whispers, “it’s time for round two, baby. go get your rings. we’re trying something.”

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mystra-midnight · 8 months

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Haunted Hoedown - DAY THREE

summary: Eddie wanted you to live in the perfect fantasy he'd created and would never, ever, in a million fucking years, give you a reason to think otherwise or suspect the truth.

warnings: stalker!biker!eddie x reader. depictions of stalking, obvs. public sex. spanking. dirty talk. hint of voyeurism. hint of squirting. teeny tiny hint of darkthemes. mentions of perv!biker steve.

words: 1.1k

notes: day three of the haunted hoedown challenge being hosted by @inklore and @psychedelic-ink. (day four and five will be delays because i'm going on holiday yay~) I honestly have never looked into yandere before and don’t know that i can do it justice before my flight tomorrow, so stalker au it is alongside my (current) favourite lana del rey song “ride”, hence the biker au.

prompt: inspired by your favorite lana del rey song + stalker

There was something freeing about riding on the back of his motorcycle. It had something to do with the rumble of the engine between your thighs, the feeling of your hands pressed against his tummy, and how he'd reach back to squeeze your knee every now and then. There had never been a day when you'd felt at home, but with Eddie and his motorcycle, it was almost as though you'd found your people.

He was a mystery wrapped in an enigma, styled with a perfect leather cut and patches you didn't understand. You'd wanted him the first moment he'd taken you into his arms, and you'd fallen in love the moment he'd taken you riding on an open road, no map, no destination, just riding.

The wind had stung your eyes, making tears roll down your cheeks as you laughed. The sound was ripped away before he could hear it, but he felt it in the way your body shook against his back. He had been made for you, as though someone had plucked the fantasies from your mind and brought them to life.

Eddie Munson was your dream come true.

And he was willing to let you believe that.

Eddie wanted you to live in the perfect fantasy he'd created and would never, ever, in a million fucking years, give you a reason to think otherwise or suspect the truth. He'd followed you for days and weeks, months even, to learn what you liked and what you hated; he'd memorised the lines to your favourite movie and what your favourite flower was—carnations, purple, to be specific.

He'd known your body intimately before ever meeting you in that dive bar. He'd watched you touch yourself at night to learn what you liked. He knew the location of each and every one of your scars and how many freckles dotted your body; his favourite was the one on the underside of your left tit.

He knew what you sounded like screaming before he’s even spoken to you. Your brows would cinch together as the pressure built between your hips, your heels digging into the mattress while your mouth opened and closed noiselessly. He knew that when you came, it was always—always—earthshattering. Your thighs would tremble, and you'd shake your head side to side before slumping back to the mattress. His dick would be hard again in an instant after seeing your pretty pussy glistening beneath the yellow glow of the bedside lamp.

When he learned your friend, Robin, was going to take you to the dive bar at the edge of town, he finally set his plans into motion. Steve had been there waiting for you, more than drunk, but he'd remembered what Eddie wanted him to do. He'd hounded you, touched you, grabbed your hips, pulled your ass against his crotch, and rutted against you while you fought him.

Eddie had watched from the corner of the room. You'd lost Robin in the crowd when he sent one of the old ladies in to distract her. He'd almost felt bad. You'd been so afraid when Steve began to fondle beneath your dress—this pretty little thing that stuck out like a sore thumb among the drunkards. The personification of sunshine in your summer dress and heels—all fucking his.

He'd let it go for a while before coming to your rescue. He'd slammed his fist right into Steve's mouth, his rings splitting his lip, for which he'd apologised after Steve'd sobered up. You'd been putty in his hands ever since.

So much so that you'd never noticed Steve wore the same leather cut as Eddie, or that he rode in the gang. You were so enamoured with the road doves way of life, so touch starved and desperate for affection that you'd fallen for his trap hook, line, and sinker.

That was how he got you into this predicament: pulled over on the side of the I-30, dress rucked up around your waist, and his cock buried in your gushing cunt. He grabbed you roughly by the shoulder and pulled you back onto his cock, his mushroom head finding the spongy spot inside your gummy walls that had you wailing his name.

You were close,—so goddamn, motherfucking close.

Each time his heavy balls slapped against your clit, and his pelvis crashed into your ass, your thighs trembled, the insides of them slick with your juice, but he kept you on the edge, refusing to let you dive headfist into the other side. You'd kept your helmet on to preserve your anominity, but he could tell from the way you squeezed him like a fucking vice each time a car passed, horn honking approvingly, that you were in heaven.

His hand came down hard on your right cheek, which made your cunt clench around him somehow even tighter. "So fucking tight for me, pretty girl," he grunted, his voice muffled behind his own helmet. Your visors were both fogged from your heavy breaths, with droplets of moisture sliding down the inside of them. "You like this? Like me splitting you open on the side of the road, you're just a dirty fucking whore, aren't you? Say it."

His words were separated by alternative smacks to your ass: one cheek, then the other, then both at once, his thrusts never once faltering. Tears flooded your eyes because of the delicious sting his rings left in your skin. "Yes!" You cried out, your voice hoarse and broken, your lips wobbling as a sob welled up in your chest. "I'm a whore, your whore, fuck, Eddie, m'gonna cum! Please!"

"Not yet," he snarled. "You don't fucking cum until I tell you you can."

You screamed in frustation but he didn't pay you any attention. In the distance, he could hear the familiar rumble of motorcycles approaching. He grabbed you by the waist, fingers biting into your skin through the fabric of your dress hard enough to bruise, not that you'd mind, and doubled down. It felt like he was in your stomach, rearranging your organs with every brutalising stab of his cock through your slick walls.

You vaguely heard the sound of engines, but it was soon lost to when his hand snaked around to rub vigorously at your clit. Eddie watched as the gang rounded a corner, Steve leading them. Steve's visor was up, his eyes focused completely on the two of you, and Eddie was certain he saw the hint of a smirk.

"Now, baby," Eddie grunted, your helmets clunking together as he hovered over you. "Cum for me, pretty girl, soak my fucking cock." Your arms shook where you held his bike, back in a perfect arch, as white-hot lighting lashed through your veins. You were screaming when Steve and the gang pulled up, the ground drenched where you squirted around Eddie's cock before he buried himself to the hilt, pelvis tight against you ass, shooting thick ropes of cum as deep as possible.

"At least we'll never die of thirst," Steve mocked as he applauded.

#haunted hoedown #hauntedhoedown #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie x you

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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Oh my god you’re back! I was literally thinking of your perv!Eddie and best friend!reader and went to check if you’d appear in search and got so excited when I saw you did! I know it’s not the right season, but could I request something for them and maybe a pool or lake day?

Your wish is my command! This turned into complete and utter smut without a plot and I'm sorry 😩

Warnings: smut (18+ minors DNI), oral (m! and f! receiving), public sex, unprotected p in v (use a condom pls), reader wears a bikini, language

WC: 1.6k

"Please can you take me to the lake?" you whine, fanning yourself with your hand. You and Eddie are sitting on the floor of your living room, an old black-and-white movie playing on the TV in front of you. "It's so hot outside!"

Eddie grins. "Of course, sweetheart." He would like nothing more than to bring you to the lake; hell, he'd drive to the goddamn Pacific Ocean if it meant seeing you in a bikini.

"Yay!" You throw your arms around him, your chest pressing against his arm. "You're the best, I swear. Let me just change real quick, okay?"

He nods, swallowing thickly. The thought of you stripping down to nothing has his cock twitching in his jeans.

"Black or purple?" Your voice snaps him from his thoughts, and he looks over to see a bikini in each color pinched between your fingers.

"Wha--oh. Um, black, I guess," he stammers. "Yeah, black's good."

You nod, placing the purple one back in your drawer. "I'll just need help tying the strings, if you don't mind." With that, you disappear into your bathroom.

"O-or you can just leave it untied!" He tries to make it sound like a joke, but he's completely serious. He palms himself over his jeans just thinking about it.

You laugh from behind the bathroom door. "You'd love that," you tease.

Yeah, I fuckin' would, Eddie thinks. He's about to bolt for the second floor bathroom so he can rub one out when he hears the doorknob turn. You step out, hands over your breasts, keeping your top up. He's never wished for your fingers to slip more than he does now.

"A little help here, Eds?" you ask, and it takes him a moment to process your request. He takes the ties and makes them into a bow at the nape of your neck, and you can feel his hard cock against your bare thigh. "Don't make it too loose; I don't want it to fall off."

Christ.

You slip on a pair of denim shorts, much to Eddie's chagrin, but you leave your chest covered only by the small bikini top. He can't help but stare at your cleavage, amplified by the padding. Shit, he just wants to fuck your tits so badly.

"Y'okay?" you place your hand on his bicep when you ask, and he swears he's about to blow his load right then and there.

"'M fine," he mutters. "Let's just go to the lake and cool off."

It's not until Eddie's rattling old van pulls up to the lake that he realizes he doesn't have a swimsuit.

"I can just sit on the rocks, y'know, chill out" he says, grateful for an excuse to keep his erection clad beneath his pants.

You're not having any of it. "Nah, just go swimming in your boxers!" When he groans, you roll your eyes with a giggle. "C'mon, I'm practically naked in this. You can be in your underwear." And with that, you slip out of your shorts, revealing thighs that Eddie would beg to be between, and jump off the dock into the water.

Eddie practically throws off his white sneakers and quickly strips off his clothes, throwing them haphazardly to the side. You sneak a peek at him; his lean body is littered with tattoos, and he grins when he catches you staring.

"Like what you see?" He always keeps his humorous tone, but you're genuine when you nod, blush creeping across your cheeks.

"Oh?" he questions, not expecting that response. "What do you like about it?" He does a cannonball into the lake, splashing you as he makes impact.

"Eddie!" you gasp.

He pouts. "What's the matter? Did I get you all wet?" He swims over to where you're treading water and tilts your chin up at him. "Poor thing."

You use your weightlessness to your advantage, wrapping your legs around his waist and throwing your arms over his shoulders.

"To answer your question," you say, looking straight into his deep brown eyes, "I like every...last...inch of your body." You feel his grip tighten on your lower back, a growl emanating from his throat.

"Don't tease me, princess," he groans. "Don't say that unless you mean it." His lips are at your neck, waiting for your reply.

"You're so pretty when you're needy," you whisper in his ear. You feel him press wet, harsh kisses along your throat, pawing at the strings he tied just 20 minutes earlier. The top peels down, revealing your hardened nipples. Eddie takes one in his mouth and sucks on it, feeling it pebble over his tongue. His thumb flicks over the other one, groping you clumsily.

"Eddie," you breathe out, "we can't do this here. What if someone sees?"

Eddie pulls his lips off of your skin and laughs. "Been showin' off for me all damn day, and now you're tryin' to be modest?"

"Showing off for you, Eds. Only you. Don't want anyone else seeing me like this."

He moans at this, glancing around desperately to find a place to go. "Come with me, baby." You both swim to the dock as fast as you can, and you fold your arms over your bare chest as soon as you get out of the water. Eddie rips the bikini top that's now gathered at your hips and tucks it into the waistband of his boxers.

He leads you over to a secluded area behind Skull Rock. As soon as you're both out of the line of vision for any passersby, you reach into his underwear and pull out his hard length.

"Want me to suck it?" you bat your eyelashes innocently, biting your lip when Eddie just nods. "Nuh-uh, pretty boy. Need you to beg me."

"Get on your knees and suck me off, princess," he whimpers, and you do as you're told. You lick a stripe from the base of his shaft to the pink tip, already dripping with precum.

"So big," you muse. "Look how massive you are compared to my hand." You punctuate your point by wrapping your fingers around his cock. "How am I gonna fit all this inside me?"

He whines at your dirty talk, throwing his head back as you hollow out your cheeks and take his full length between your lips. "S'good," he murmurs between moans. "Love seeing you full of me."

Spit dribbles down your chin as he bucks into you, hitting the back of your throat. He feels his release threatening, and he pulls out of your mouth.

"Why'd you stop?" you jut out your lower lip. "I was just getting started."

"I was gonna cum, and I--I need this pussy." He takes your hand, pulling you off of the ground, and immediately assumes the same position you were in. You stop out of your bikini bottoms as he tugs them to your ankles, leaving soft kisses down your folds. A tingling sensation spreads throughout your body as his tongue expertly finds your clit.

"Eddie--Eddie, holy shit," you whisper loudly. "Keep going. Keep doing that, faster, please."

He laughs, a hint of malice behind it. "Now who's needy, princess?"

"Me," you relent. "Me, I'm needy, need you so fucking bad, Eds."

"Mhm," he says, the vibration against your sex making you cry out even harder. "Thas a good girl." He presses one thick finger into you and curls it, pumping it in and out. "Y'like that?"

"Love it, love it, more," you plead.

"More?" Another mischievous chuckle. "Okay, if you insist." He pushes you up against the rock, hitching your legs around his waist like you had in the water. He nestles himself between your legs and slides his cock inside you, filling you up instantly. You hiss at the sudden pressure, but the pain is quickly replaced with exhilarating pleasure. "How's this?"

"So...so fucking good," you manage. "Wanted this for s'long."

"Wanted what?" Eddie teases. "Gotta tell me, babe."

You whine, barely able to complete a coherent thought. "Wanted you t-to fuck me. Wanted you inside me, fucking me just like you're doing now."

"Is that why you wore that skimpy little bikini?" You nod, and he moves one hand from your ass to your throat. "Words, baby."

"Y-yes," you admit. "Wore it just f'you."

"Aww, isn't that sweet," he coos, rutting into you harder. "But y'know, the best way to show me you want me is to wear nothing at all."

"I'll remember that for next time, pretty boy."

The idea of a next time coupled with the pet name has Eddie thrusting into you with an unparalleled voracity. You feel your orgasm wash over you, your pussy clenching around him as you finish with a throaty Eddie-Eddie-Eddie.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groans. "Where d'you want it?"

"My tits...cum on my tits," you pant. He eases you down, the removal of his cock leaving you mewling at the loss. You get back on your knees in front of him while he pumps himself, towering over you.

"Take it, good fucking girl, taking my cum all over her. Letting me mark her as my territory," Eddie snarls as he paints your chest with his sticky release. He lets out a few more breathy expletives as he slows down.

"We...we have to do that again," you say finally, pulling on your swimsuit bottoms. You reach down to pick up the top, but Eddie snatches it before you can.

"Eddie!" you whine. "Give it to me!"

"Oh, sweetheart," he smirks. "I think I just did."

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daddycest-hub · 11 months

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1st-Yay! :) More soon! ;) 2nd-Great! So you know it's not toooo Weird for Humans & Toons to Mix? ;) 3rd-OoOoh! That makes me Wonder: Any Vibes for? : 1-Jessica Rabbit: She's make for a MEGA SEXY Milf of a Mother to her Stud Toon Son! ;) 2-Smartass the White Boss Weasel &/or Greasy the Green Second in Command Weasel: Both seem like they'd be Mega Pervs when it comes to the Ladies & maybe the Gentlemen AKA Eddie Valiant's Daughter OR Son, Y/N? OR... The Walker Family? ;)

I do remember the movie but it's more of a happy childhood memory for me. I don't really have any of those vibes for any of the characters :/

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celticheartedfangirl · 4 years

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My OUAT Rewatch -- S6E7 -- Heartless

Link to Rewatch Review and Ranking archive

WILBY!!!!!!!!

That’s it. That’s the episode. Everything else about this episode was stupid bullshit, so yeah. WILBY!!!!!

And also . . . .

What the fuck is Emma wearing??????

Ugh . . . . .

Just . .. . . ugh.

Ugh to Golden Queen. Ugh to Zelena being jealous of Golden Queen. Ugh to Belle. Ugh to Rumple. Ugh to the schmoopy CS shit. Just UGH all around.

UGH.

That’s it. That’s my summary. YAY Wilby, UGH everything else. If you want details, visit November 2016 me, who is far more angry than I am. Current me is just DONE with this shit and wants the Wilby show.

Adam and Eddy bullshit:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152739409432/exclusive-once-upon-a-time-bosses-spill-on

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152772934592/ishtarelisheba-it-was-a-dumbass-fucking-writing

With a touch of Leanne Aguilera bullshit: https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152763244407/will-someone-please-muzzle-the-little-twerptm

Me addressing those still on the A&E train:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152836464367/anyone-still-think-that-ae-dont-hate

Jane Espenson being a fucking bitch:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152836184552/shipperqueen93-oh-jane-fuck-you-jane

Rumple fans being a bunch of pervs (no seriously LOOK):

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152873408592/reggiephelps-im-totally-looking-at-something

Some Belle dragging for you:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152837590792/i-never-thought-i-would-call-belle-cruel

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152866244802/honest-question-for-all-the-belle-stans

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152867063872/future-conversation-we-need-to-see

And just me being . . . . well, ME:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152835831732/sorry-im-still-siding-with-rumple

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152837055207/nope-still-siding-with-rumple

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152837217762/yup-and-there-go-the-followers

So wasn’t that fun? Here have more Wilby:

https://celticheartedfangirl.tumblr.com/post/152840597477/onceuponadaily-wilby-by-the-time-this-show

Points tally:

40 points to start

10 points deducted for Hook and Zelena

20 points deducted for OOC Rumple and Belle

2 points deducted for implied Zelena and Belle bullshit conversation

25 bonus points for WILBY because he is awesome

25 points deducted for literally everything else and I’d take more off if I could

Total points: 8

The ONLY REASON this episode isn’t in the negatives is because of a dog. Chew on THAT! WOOF!

Follow #celtichearted OUAT ranking tag for more to come!

#celtichearted ouat ranking #heartless #anti hook #anti zelena #belle critical #anti cs #anti ouat writers #anti golden queen #pro dogs

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