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shadowhuntertrash · 1 year
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am i re-entering my kit x ty era???
yes. yes, i am.
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queenie-ofthe-void · 2 months
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Robin: Hey Eddie, isn't Steve the best?! He's funny in a dingus sorta way, and fills out that sweater nice. Right? Riiiiight??? *nudge nudge* Dustin: Hey Eddie, aren't Robin and Steve such a cute couple?? You should hang out with them more, especially Steve, he talks about you all the time. And honestly he could use a little positive male influence in his life. You'd really like them just give them a chance! Steve: Hey Eddie, would you uh *blushing frantically* want to see a movie sometime? Together? Unless that's weird I mean I could totally invite Robin if that's... cool? If you'd want her there too? The three of us... or just us?? *dying internally* Eddie: ... Eddie: Am I being set up for a three way??
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mrsrdlw · 3 months
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Insecurities…
warnings: problems with body image; angst; caring!boyfriend!eddie (the sweetest guy in the world); fluff; he makes sure you understand that he doesn’t care how your body looks, you’ll always be the prettiest girl he has ever seen.
that’s a bit short i know. but i had this draft for a while and i wanted to post it. i just love the idea of eddie comforting the reader. at least i genuinely think that he would always try his best to make you feel better if you’re not or make you laugh when you need to. HE IS THE BEST!!!
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“Sweetheart, are you still doing you makeup thing? Because if you’re ready, we have to leave.” He knocked on the door hoping he was not using a tone that seemed like he was rushing you. He knew better. You were in your house, getting ready to go to one of the famous Steve Harrington’s parties.
You were in your room for hours, at least that’s how Eddie felt. He wasn’t the most patient person ever, but you were taking too long. Longer then you normally take. Little Eddie knew that you were sobbing in front of the mirror for 20 minutes by now. You tried your hardest not to cry. That seemed only to make things worse. Now you were miserable, mascara all over your cheeks, red eyes and nose, freaking out. Fuck! What were you supposed to do. You forgot that you also had to deal with your boyfriend. So you cleared your throat, trying to sound chill so he could just give you a minute.
“Hey Ed, just give me a minute ‘kay? i’m almost done-“ You were cleaning your face when he cut you, opening the door to your room. “Eddie!”
“What happened?” How did he knew? you thought to yourself. Like he read your mind, he answered “i heard your crying voice. Do you need something, baby?”
“No sweetie, i just-“ You looked at you reflection in the mirror again. He gave this dress to you as a valentine’s present. According to him, he wanted to see you even more hot. The dress was extremely pretty. It was a dark green dress, tight on the waist. But for some stupid reason, you thought you looked… not extremely pretty in it. “Do you think i look too fat in this?”
“Babe, why would you even say that?” He looked concerned when your eyes locked with his and the tears started to stream down again. “No no no, i’m so sorry i said that. I meant like, you’re not fat, not at all.”
He opened his arms welcoming you to a tight hug. He knew that sometimes you would compare yourself to models and singers you liked. Or even the Hawkins High Cheerleaders. And they were all very skinny. Eddie was pretty sure that some girls of the last group didn’t even eat right. But he could not stand that you couldn’t see yourself the way he did. To him, of course you were so much more than your body, but if he was talking body, you were the whole package. Always kind to the ones you loved, funny, making him laugh so much sometimes, he would have to pee, AND your sexy smokin’ hot body.
“You know me angel, i would never care only with your body. I’m not dating you because of your body” He separated from your hug to wipe your tears and placed his hand on your cheek. “I love you, this person inside here” he placed the other hand right up your heart. “And really, I, Edward Munson, think you are perfect, inside and outside. And i know i can’t make you just forget about this angst your feeling right now, but i need you to know that. That you are beautiful. And still, you have so much more. Honestly lady, i could keep going for hours.” seeing you smile at him, made him feel a bit better. He hated seeing you sad about this shit.
“Can i kiss you?” He asked. You were sensitive and he didn’t want to push things
“Of course you can.”
You always loved the way he made you feel safe. His arms around you and his soft lips pressing into yours, kissing you so tenderly. It almost felt like you were never sad.
“I’m sorry-“ You whispered, still close to his lips, caressing his chest but he kissed you again.
“Don’t say sorry for feeling things. I just hope you’re feeling better. If you don’t want to go to the party anymore that’s totally fine too!”
“No! I want to go. Just give a minute to fix this mess” You pointed to your face and started to clean it with a tissue. He was smiling at you now, sitting on your bed, he whispered to himself “That’s my girl”.
In 5 minutes you were ready. Eddie was a little scared by the way you made it look like you never cried.
“I’m better now, thanks Eddie. What would i do without you?” You took his hand in yours, ready to leave the room.
“Oh please baby, that’s what you deserve. I only work with princess treatment here. Now turn around, let me see you.” Giggling a bit, you did as he said “Yeah, we’re good to go, my love. After you” He gave you the space to leave the room first, extending his arm dramatically.
“I love you so much!” It was the only thing you could say now.
“And i love you more!”
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•for the one who would like to send me a story request, please do! my inbox is open! so feel free to send me your ideas to stories or headcannons there. :)
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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year
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“We have to discuss the temperature of the water in this shower.”
“You could get out if you don’t like it.”
Robin rolled her eyes as she continued to lather up her hair.
They were both running late, hence the showering together.
They’d done it quite a few times when they were in a rush or just didn’t want to be alone, which happened a lot after nightmares.
It further proved they’re platonic with a capital P friendship, as if they needed the proof to begin with.
Sometimes Robin would wash his hair when he had a migraine, sometimes he’d give her a shoulder massage after a long day in class.
It just worked for them.
Robin joked it was the only time she’d ever shower with a man, and Steve joked that it was probably the only time he’d shower with a lesbian.
It worked.
They were so caught up in their usual routine taking turns in the water and soaping up, they didn’t even notice when the bathroom door opened.
“Robs, I have soap in my eye, move.”
“You’re a child, Steve. A child.”
“It hurts! Move!”
“Learn to close your eyes dingus!”
“Learn to move when I need you to!”
Eddie was frozen in the doorway to the bathroom watching as the argument continued despite the fact that Robin moved and Steve got the soap out of his eyes.
Robin had come out to him a year ago. He remembers very distinctly laughing about how the small town queers always found each other like fucking magnets.
Steve had come out to him a few months previously, letting him know he was definitely into men and women and had probably always known, but was too stubborn to admit he was probably way more into Billy Hargrove than he should’ve been.
Robin was a lesbian.
She was currently naked in a shower with Steve, who was also naked.
They were naked in the shower together.
He looked down at the floor for their modesty, but still couldn’t move, his brain trying it’s best to come to any conclusion that made sense.
The water shut off and the door opened.
He was still looking at the floor.
Robin’s feet were on the bathmat. He assumed she was wrapping herself in a towel, but he had no idea because he couldn’t look up.
Then Steve’s feet were on the bathmat.
He wanted to look up.
He really wanted to get a glimpse of what his dreams built up in his mind almost every night.
But he couldn’t.
He was still in shock that they showered together. Naked!
Robin was leaving the room. Had she said something? Surely she’d noticed him, he was still standing halfway in the door. Her shoulder brushed his as she left.
He forced himself to look up a little and saw a smirk on Steve’s face.
Why was he so calm? Why was he not yelling at him about looking at them naked? Why was he not explaining what was going on?
Steve’s hand was on his shoulder.
Oh god. He was soaking wet. The towel barely covered him at all.
Eddie was going to die. Right here in their bathroom.
“You good?”
Eddie choked on his next breath. Was he good?! How was he supposed to be good? Something needed to be explained.
“Uh. Robin’s a lesbian?”
Steve snorted. “She is. Very true.”
“Naked? In the shower?”
“Also very true. We do tend to be naked when we shower.”
“Together?”
“Yeah, not all the time, but we do.”
“I’m confused.”
“I know. We confuse a lot of people. It’s just a comfort thing. Routine. Don’t read into it.”
Then Steve left the bathroom like he hadn’t just blown Eddie’s mind.
They platonically showered together.
Did they platonically have sex too?!
Oh Jesus, no. Robin was definitely a lesbian. A lesbian who very much didn’t like men even 0.01%.
He stood there for a while letting his brain run the marathon. He didn’t really cross the finish line before Steve was coming back in to do his hair.
“Dude, can you go get some air or something?”
“Why don’t we platonically shower?”
What the actual fuck, Eddie. That wasn’t even a thought your brain had before. What the fuck.
He managed to look up at Steve’s face, which was bright red.
“Uh. Well.”
“Sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. Um.”
Eddie turned to leave.
Steve grabbed his shoulder before he could.
“Because it wouldn’t be platonic.” Steve cleared his throat. “If it was you. It wouldn’t be because we’re good friends. It would be because I want to see you naked. Kiss you naked. Probably other things.”
“That can be arranged.”
Eddie had no fucking clue what he was saying. Some horny demon had taken over his brain and he couldn’t control anything anymore.
But it must have done something because Steve was smiling at him like he’d just told him it was Christmas morning and Santa brought him everything he asked for.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Tonight?”
Steve giggled. He fucking giggled.
“Yeah, okay. Tonight.”
Eddie left without another word.
Tonight.
Part 2
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lemon-wedges · 10 months
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Herlocks best disguise yet 💖
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rowrowronnie · 9 months
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anyone remember that pyro is a robot headcanon? yeah um erm i also remembered that and also sorta maybe mightve gotten carried away a little bit.. tee hee..
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steddiesupportgroup · 2 years
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In the between time of Starcourt and Vecna, Steve stopped putting his usual effort for dates. Sure, his hair looks good and he’s a gentleman, but it’s been a while since he’s fretted over what he’s gonna wear or which cologne he’s going for. In 4x1 he’s wearing the same shirt he wore when he dropped Robin off at school and at work. Maybe he thought, “Eh, it’s a fine shirt and I don’t need another shower.”
He can’t put his finger on when exactly he stopped trying to impress, or maybe he’s not even fully aware of it. Just…none of these girls excite him, give him that spark that he’s been looking for ever since breaking up with Nancy. He doesn’t have the energy to scrub his skin raw or make time to shave. He’s jaded, and what’s the point of cleaning his Nikes with a toothbrush when he’s not going to call them back anyway?
Then Eddie happens. He wears Eddie’s vest through the depths of hell and even though he’s bleeding and grimy, it makes him feel something. He buys those cargo pants that he tucks into combat boots and a brown leather jacket that reminds him of Eddie, and even though they have bigger fish to fry, he keeps thinking about what Eddie will think when he gets back into the RV, all earth tones and a skintight shirt underneath.
He saw Eddie looking in the boat, felt Eddie’s breath against his face when he smiled and purred, “Big boy,” and it awakens something that’s been sleeping in the depths of Steve’s gut for a long time.
Eddie thinks Steve looks good, and for the first time in what feels like forever, Steve wants to put in the effort.
When it’s all said and done and Vecna is defeated, something clicks back into place. Steve wears jeans that he knows makes his ass look amazing and shirts that are tight around his biceps. He digs out his favorite cologne that’s been collecting dust in the cabinet, the mere idea that Eddie might look at him for a little longer than necessary spurring on that thing Steve’s been missing so much.
And sure, Eddie pokes fun at his polo shirts and lack of graphic tees, but he’s still looking, right? Rakes his gorgeous eyes up and down Steve’s body when Steve picks up the kids from DnD, leans so close over the counter of Family Video that he knows Eddie can smell his mouthwash. Eddie starts staring at his hands, so Steve makes a point to keep his nails clean and trim, tries to stop picking at them when he’s nervous.
And that brown leather jacket turns out to be a great investment, because when the four of them meet at the movies on a Friday night, Eddie saunters up close, looks at Steve like he’s a five star meal, and reaches out to finger the collar.
“Lookin’ good, Harrington.”
Eddie says it with sparkling eyes and a sly grin that says this is all for fun because he still thinks Steve’s straight, but Steve got over that crisis a while ago. It’s summer and he’s beginning to sweat but it’s so worth it, because all he wants is for Eddie to tell him he looks good with his hands, run them under the jacket and call him “big boy” quiet enough for only Steve to hear.
It’s all for you, Steve wants to say, and the truth of it makes his heart burst into flames in the best way.
It feels like a breath of fresh air to have Eddie’s attention on him like this, to be told that his effort was worth it by someone who excites him so much. For the first time Steve’s reputation can’t speak for him, he has to work for what he wants.
He rediscovers the joy of getting all done up for someone, dizzy with the knowledge that it’s for Eddie.
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artbyace · 1 year
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remus is my favorite bookworm and gryffindor cassanova
also i love the idea that he’s just accidentally hot without even trying (mary knows what’s up)! might reblog with some personal headcanons later :V
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poindexters-labratory · 11 months
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Time to remember your training.
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das-a-kirby-blog · 5 months
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I think it's wonderful that the dynamics between the four main lads can be up to interpretation. metadad? just a mentor? dededad? brotherly bond? siblings? friends? a nuclear family? idk you decide.
which is why it sucks that it causes such a quarrel amongst the fandom :[
the main thing to take away is that in the end they care deeply about eachother (whether they want to admit it or not) and they are a great team.
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mfdragon · 5 months
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Aaaaassu!
Bet you motherfuckers (affectionate) didn’t realise I’m a HUGE One Piece fan huh?
Egghead arc is gonna be PEAK but also somehow just the opening by itself made me a Borsalino fan✨
NO IDK HOW IT JUST SUDDENLY HAPPENED!
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cosmicstarlatte · 11 months
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*shakes migraine pills & a bag of poisoned apples* Damn I got too many, I could really share these with someone! Like an OVERWORKED misunderstood secretly affectionate demon *drops some ✨️exclusive✨️ vip factory tour tickets* oh right! If only I had someone to go with too!
*lucifer purring & sliding into the room*
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It’s me, im back, I have another headcanon
Ok ok so this one revolves around like derealization and stuff, but I think for a while Cecil would ask Carlos about the reaserch into the house that doesn’t exist. More specifically he’d ask about how they came to the conclusion that it doesn’t exist, and Carlos always likes to provide examples when explaining things to people so he compares something that does exist to the house. Then one day after they move in together Carlos finds a post it note where Cecil has listed out every single thing that Carlos has said about proving if things exist of not, all sorted into categories of “evidence I exist” and “evidence I don’t exist”. And afterwards any time Cecil asks a question about proving that something exists Carlos always tries to use Cecil as his example of something that does exist. Because he doesn’t know how to talk to Cecil about it but he still wants to reassure him that he’s real and he exists.
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merriclo · 1 year
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i love the idea that Wild is a big brother to basically all of the kids in his Hyrule. it’s such a good heacanon that i never see utilized.
#with their dads permission he’ll take Cottla and Koko on horse rides and they always have food ready for his horses when he comes into town#cottla wants to learn archery to be like him and he melts when he finds that out#all the kids in Hateno have been caught giving treats to his horses#this is a popular headcanon i think but him teaching the local kiddos how to sword fight so often times he’ll be found directing a horde of#children who’re all swinging treebaches around. he couldn’t look prouder of them.#imagine when he gets older and all the village kids r teens/young adults and all of a sudden the village has skilled hunters and foragers#and everyone’s like ‘wow what’s hateno doing’ and the answer is they all had a great big brother#by older i mean he’d be like. early thirties. but y’know ahsnfjks#wild’s impact should rest in the ppl i think. botw is all abt humanity’s strive to overcome hardship and find beauty in the misery#(well. it is to me anyhow lmao)#so i love the idea of his influence not resting in politics or myths or whatever#but within the culture and spirit of those he fought for#in my brain he definitely wanted to rescue Zelda at first and that’s the only reason he was going to fight ganon#but as his journey progressed he wanted to protect and cultivate the future more than rescue the past#i like this idea w zelda too. like not only will the future generation have great fighters but excellent scholars and leaders.#wow i am RAMBLING#anyhow. i like big bro wild.#linked universe#lu#jojo’s linked universe#linkeduniverse#lu wild#wild lu#wild linked universe#linked universe wild
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random-cattai · 6 months
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I just have this horrible feeling about the new book though.
As it stands, we all probably have our, deadset ala "I will die on this hill!" Headcanons about our favorite tyranical overlord Dorito Bill Cipher. This book is probably going to slam a few of us broadside.
The fact that it's considered "Adult" is going to make the "every orifice" scene like childs play. We'll get more in line to his last note as Bipper, and then go darker. It'll truly show us the fact of his cheerful conartist persona hides the dark soul of his heart that is even darker than we thought.
But on the other hand, i'd like to see a few pages of Bill drunk rambling about his past to get those facts down set. And he needs to be inebriated because you know damn well he'll never admit the truth while fully coherent.
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theriverbeyond · 2 months
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if you’re looking for stuff about necromancy as violation I always considered the cow thing to be a big example of that! Maybe it’s my inner 4-H kid, but it’s such an undignified and horrifying way to slaughter an animal IMO. It’s this drawn out, grotesque death that parallels both Mercymorn’s death and the 7ths blood cancer. It’s just such a disrespectful way to slaughter an animal, and I think you can read it as John’s first major betrayal of self, especially as it relates to his indigenous roots. Anyway. There’s just so much there.
you're RIGHT and i also think this is a case of how this is a feature, not a bug of necromancy.
death fuels necromancy, but it is specifically cruel, violent death that results in the most necromantic potential. gradual death/senescence en masse gives general ambient power (necromancy only works in areas where things have lived and died) but it is a mass of sudden violent death that flips a planet. Siphoning, in both the style of the Second and the Eighth house, lends necromantic power via an exquisitely painful process that can easily end in death. Necromancy itself eats away at the tissues, leaving all necromancers essentially physically disabled (Ianthe barely had the ability to hold her arms up to braid her own hair). Babies give off the largest burst of power when they die, and the Fourth House -- a planet that could very well be filled with only children -- specializes in suicide bombs.
and then of course you have the eugenics that is built into both the Seventh and the Eighth Houses -- and the Heptentary blood cancer specifically fascinates me because of how it is positioned as, essentially, a boon. If you get death-fuel by being in proximity to death, and you yourself are always dying, then you always have access to a very personal well of power. Until you die. "A dying woman is the perfect necromancer"..... An entire House that values short-lived necromantic potential over anything else and breeds their heirs to have this violation embedded into their blood.
and that isn't even really getting into the fact that this is just the violence that the House enacts upon it's own citizens. the majority of people on the business end of necromancy aren't House citizens at all, but non-House civilians whose death and dead bodies are hijacked to serve the Empire's purpose. but that's another essay
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