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bitzy-bop · 1 year
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burgers on his mind ……..
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http-byler · 2 years
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begging on my hands and knees for Will to find Mike’s gay little binder of drawings that he’s collected from Will in s5
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kythecorg · 2 years
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Shipping Dynamics?
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heffrondriving · 2 years
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#𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚✨
#fr the dumbest goofiest trash i've ever made but i mean it's btr being silly and i absolutely could not resist :'>#kendall being super extra on the railings and that lil goblin walk istg love is stored in the grampa schmidt;; pisotea mi alma más papi <3#logan back at it again with his clean spins like in that CILISI dance practice reel...god has it really been *that* long since then?? sobbb#also the amount of serotonin released from catching a peep of james' tattoo is wild......pretends i didn't hyperfixate on that for too long#brb obsessed with carlos Giving His All in the dance go sir give us everything!!! that jarlos moment made me do a lil funky weep too ;v;#big btr show energy hehe these adorable goofballs never change and so will i bc i'm. hopelessly devoted to them forever. if that helps 💖#btr#big time rush#kendall schmidt#carlos penavega#james maslow#logan henderson#dale pa' ya#song#gifs#gifset#edit#mine#btredit#rusher#big time boys#stop it forever#also may i just say that ✨ now add some flavour! ✨ could be some kinda reaction meme. just slap ppl with that haha get flavoured idiot#love kenny's wrist barely moving in that part too. the rheumatoids got to him ajajajadfjfjkf (<- is projecting their own tribulations)#n e way felt like torturing myself with impulsive gifmaking when my hand is in agony and i should be writing instead whatup rusher gang#tbh i'm in one of those annoying ND-brain tired of the bad fandom vibes moods but man. these boys know how to keep me crawling back#BTFW WHY IS IT ALWAYS LOGAN THAT SENDS ME INTO A MAD AUDITORY PROCESSING SPIRAL WHENEVER I'M TRANSCRIBING SMTH FROM THEIR VIDS#LIKE MR. HENDERSON SIR PLS ILYSM BUT SOME ENUNCIATION WOULD BE REAL NICE???? AS A TREAT????? 🥺#p.s. there seems to be some dispute with the title bc of the spelling of 'alla' but that's how btr spelled it so im just running along mkay#chr!st alive what in the world did tumblr do to the gif quality though >:( this is total malarkey >:((((
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toomanyotpslove · 2 years
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…I’m back on the undertale craze…I’m just sitting here and my brain’s like “yo…remember these two?”:
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Me: ….how could I forget…?
So if anyone wants to rp with me about undertale hit me up and we’ll over everything
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theleanbean · 8 months
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If you are wondering why that painting is so wrinkly, this is what is beneath the paint.
Receipts and scrap paper. This is not the first time that I've done this.
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fish-and-forbear · 1 year
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Need to unscramble my executive dysfunction so I can sit down and do some art again...!
I am waiting on 2 commissions I'm ultra excited for and both of them are also partial design coms. One has the unicorn that (sort of) haunts Grist and the other will actually have his armor. Or at least something like one of the sets of armor he has had. c:
Hoping those will also give me inspiration to draw outside my comfort zone.
Just went for a drive, had a lot of very peaceful and sweet and sometimes sad thoughts/imagery/memories from Grist but feeling good. A little tired. But good. c:>
Wish I could draw out these memories he has. They can be so beautiful and I know it's important to him that the people and places he cares about are preserved in happy ways. But also just... proud of him for realizing that at all.
Gotta do some errands at home, take a nap, set alarms for tomorrow's work shift. Gonna be a sliiiiightly stressful night/day because my car has to get an inspection tomorrow and I have no idea if they need to do other stuff to it to... it doesn't really matter I just know I'll feel so much better when it's done. x3
- Fisher
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Breakdown [Isekai!Reader + Legend/Marin] (Part 1)
In which Isekai!Reader has a breakdown and then proceeds to break reality.
This fic is purely for my own satisfaction as I've yet to find this particular topic explored and I have a mighty need. I've taken liberties. This is self-indulgent trash.
PART: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
Masterlist
TW: Choosing not to display warnings. Read at your own discretion.
Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.
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You'd tried not to get close. From the moment you were tossed through the portal (conveniently right at the Chain's feet), you did everything possible to prevent either side from growing unnecessarily attached.
Didn't stop them from strong arming you into joining them though. As an abnormality from the portal, it was in their best interest to keep you close and monitored. Which was fair, so despite your misgivings you went along peacefully.
Though you made sure to let them know where you stood in all this.
You weren't cruel, per say, but you made sure to keep your distance and openly expressed your disinterest in opening up to them. You just wanted to find a way home, and for the most part they did their best to respect that.
Most of them anyway. Wind was an absolute menace. The boy was relentless in trying to wiggle his way into your good graces, always trying to include you in all his little side-quests and jokes.
It would be cute, honestly, if you didn't know he was trying to pump you for information. Clever, using the kid, if you didn't already know who these men were.
(If you're going to try to act friendly with the target Wind, remember to disarm yourself of obvious weaponry before approaching. Silly boy.)
You'd put money on Warriors having orchestrated most of the interactions between you and the youngest. You may not have as advanced senses as them, but you're not blind. It's obvious Wind is reporting to Warriors and Time the nights Wind takes extra pains to interact with you.
(Not that there was much to report. You stuck to your story. Came from a more futuristic world, don't know why you're here, the Heroes of Hyrule are just stories- myths- where your from. You don't know much about them. Yes, you have some secrets. No, they're not harmful to their merry little band. Pot, meet kettle. You'll show them yours if they show you theirs. No? Okay then. Last you checked, they forced you into their group. "Have a good night Time, I appreciate everything you guys do for me. Goodnight Warriors, Legend, Four. Sleep well.")
For being such powerful, experienced heroes, they're not always the brightest. Must be the influence of their Tri-force alinment. It takes a special type of person to do what they do afterall. YOU certainly wouldn't.
But you degress.
Yes, you did everything within your power to keep yourself separate from them without making them your enemies. Slept away from the group, tried (and sometimes failed) to percure your own food. Refused any gifts, money or luxuries offered to you that did not directly involve your continued well-being.
Hell, you even took to cutting grass in your spare time, just so you had something to offer up with you inevitably needed thier assistance. And wasn't that a shock, to find rupees just laying around in the grass. Money literally grow in plants here.
Mind blown.
("No Wind. You found that one, so it's yours. Thank you for the thought though.")
Overall, you thought you'd done an excellent job of it. They- usually- kept to their part of the camp, you stuck to yours (lonely though it was). You rarely talked to them unless strictly necessary or Wind managed to back you into a metaphoric corner. During travel you watched the world go by, acting as another silent pair of eyes.
You thought you'd managed to keep yourself in check.
What a fool you were. To ever think you could keep yourself from loving these kind, selfless, traumatized, courageous goofballs. How shortsighted, to think you would ever be able to stay impartial to their plight, to their pain.
When the divines cast a hook, you took it with both hands and didn't let go.
You're such a damned idiot.
It'd been one hell of a ride to get to the point of no return. Somehow, you'd stumbled though a second portal just as you and the chain had finished exiting the first. Literally, just walked out the first, moved 5 feet away from Legend (your portal crossing partner that time) and promptly stepped into another portal that'd opened right in front of you.
You'd heard Sky's alarmed shout, the beginnings of Wild's bellow, saw Legend try to make a grab at you from the fading entryway. You witnessed Legend flinch back in shock as a wisp of light pulled from his hand and disappeared into the portal. Saw him fall to his knees, seemingly crumbled in pain.
And then you were gone.
You fell onto warm sand, blinded by bright, warm sunlight directly in your eyes. The smell and taste of salt was so strong you can almost feel it coating your insides.
The sea, you quickly realize. Your back hurts from being tossed from the portal, but you're so, so thankful you landed on dry land and not somewhere in the middle of the ocean. A little pain is worth not succumbing to exhaustion and drowning after a desperate, futile struggle.
You laid there for a moment, shocked and grateful and shivering from adrenaline.
You noticed the portal didn't disappear, and none of the chain came charging through to save you either. You watched it for a while, taking deep breaths to calm your heart and waiting for something to happen.
Should you try to go back through? Why is the sound it makes so damn irritating?
"Are you alright?" A lilting voice asks unexpectantly, startling you from where you're sprawled on the sand. "Oh! Sorry! Didn't mean to scare you!"
It didn't click at first who this woman was. Long, beautiful red-blond hair, freckled, sun-kissed skin and a little red flower swaying in the sea breeze above her head. A sweet but sad smile, with just a hint of grief in her soulful dark eyes.
You were surprised she didn't notice the portal. You wondered why.
"My name's Marin. What's yours."
It should have clicked.
"It's..."
It didn't.
You broke your own rule, unwittingly though it may have been. Don't interact unnecessarily. Don't get involved. Don't put yourself in a position to get attached. Don't think about it too hard.
Don't. Get. Emotionally. Invested.
"Oh! What a lovely name! I wish we'd have met before-" Her eyes flickered sidewards, and it was then you noticed the biggest egg you'd ever seen on top of a volcanic mountain peak. Just there. A nightmare wrapped up in a pretty bow, waiting for someone to open it.
And he did.
It started to break right before your eyes. Light seeping out through the cracks and pouring down the volcano and into the surrounding land. It was not how you remember this going down, but you knew (without a doubt) what this was and what was happening.
The shock must have been evident on your face because she started talking again, soothingly, though her voice cracked with emotion.
You barely heard her, eyes fixated on the sight of a mountain slowly starting to disintegrate. On the sounds of screams in the distance. Of little shapes moving away from the light, like roaches across the mountainside.
Your eyes flickered to the portal, still there, waiting, emitting the most horrendous noise. A long dark corridor stretching out into a vast nothingness.
The sceams continued. Some cut off suddenly. It was a small island, and the mountain tall. It let their voices carry into the lands below.
Your body was cold. Your skin numb and prickling.
You noticed Marin still talking. Her eyes frightened, though she was trying not to show it.
She was trying to distract herself, you realized. "We should go to the village. Say goodbye. I'll-I'll introduce you to my father. You can be part of our family. No one deserves to- to without having a f-family."
You looked at her. Eyes wide open. Throat tight. Heart beating. Mind numb.
That was where she should have been right now, wasn't it. But she wasn't because she was talking to you. She was too far away to reach it.
(She was never meant to reach it.)
She knew that. You could see it in her eyes.
This world could not be this cruel. It couldn't. It just couldn't.
She looked to you with such sad eyes. Wet with unshed tears. So very aware.
No.
She reached out for your hand.
No.
Her fingers cradled yours, warm and soft.
No.
She tugged you slightly, inching closer. Other arm stretching, stretching. Embracing.
No.
Her skin was warm, like sunshine. She smelt of sweet fruit and clean sweat. Her heart was thundering.
No.
It was warmer still where she hid her face in your shoulder. Wet. Damning.
And then a whisper. The flutter of lips.
A secret, breathed like a confession.
"I'm sorry Link. I wish I could have lived for you."
You bent.
You twisted.
You ached.
"Marin. If you had the chance to survive this, no matter how slim, would you take it. Even if it meant giving up everything? Even if it meant having to live with the pain."
She stared at you, bewildered. And then-
Clarity.
"You're like Link. Aren't you?"
"Yes."
Her expression shifted. Beneath the sheen of tears, a fire ignited in her dark eyes. Hope, so strong it scorched the world.
It burned you too. That unyeilding will to survive.
"Take me to him." Her eyes softened, but were no less determined for it. Instead, her resolve set like obsidian. "So we may grief the loss of our family together."
Hook, set. Bait, taken.
Now.
Pull.
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It was agony. From the moment you grabbed Marin's hand and attempted to enter the portal, it felt as though your entire bloodstream was on fire. Like being unmade and reforged all at once, originating from where your hand connected with hers.
You wanted to pull away, but you didn't. She wouldn't have let you either way. Her grip was an iron vice. Deceptively strong.
She didn't even flinch despite the sweat you could see gathering on her brow, the way her jaw clenched. Her entire body was covered in goosebumps, the hairs on her arms standing on end.
You couldn't imagine what she must be experiencing, if the feeling of her hand alone was enough to arrest your breathing.
You took another step forward. She matched it. It was like walking through wet sand, sticky and unyielding, but not impossible.
You moved one step at a time, slow and steady. Open mouthed panting, sweat running down your faces and soaking your hair, plastering it to your scalps. Your skin was flushed from exertion and you guys hadn't moved more than a few paces.
You weren't even out of sight of the entryway when the light was suddenly ripped away from behind. Leaving nothing but a yawning void.
Marin stumbled, as though her strings had been cut, and you followed. Your entire body was molten lava, bones scorched to nothing.
Someone was screaming. Or maybe you both were. You couldn't tell. Marin was gripping your hand with all her might and you gripped right back. The point of contact felt melted into her skin, like you were a part of her.
Or she was part of you.
Eventually, you felt her start to rise, pulling you with her. You couldn't see, but you knew she still had that fire searing in her eyes. No amount of tear stains could hide her will to live.
She took a step forward, and you followed her into the dark. One, two, three, four....
Time lost it's meaning. You'd long since lost count of the steps you two stumbled through together.
It was getting harder. Each step forward seemed to add another weight to your shoulders. It hurt to breath, it hurt to blink. You stopped opening your eyes a while ago. Your skin felt blistered and cracked.
You and Marin had tried talking, but it wore on her too heavily. She was gasping for air even more desperately than you were, breaths raw and ragged.
More time passed. Each step got harder. You were stumbling more than you were walking.
You were sure your nose was bleeding. You could taste the iron in your mouth, where liquid dripped over your upper lip. You couldn't feel your face.
Then Marin threw up. Fell to her knees and just kept puking and puking, struggling for precious air, whole body convulsing. You reach down blindly with your other hand to try to get her hair out of the way.
You overshot and your hand ended up in the spray (it was perfectly smooth like water, not at all natural). It felt like liquid metal across your skin, ripping a scream from your throat.
The smell of burning flesh hit your senses as you curled around your arm, the limb pulsing under you.
You could feel tension building in your body, heavy and foreboding.
Marin was crying. She was shaking. She retched again.
She clutched your hand like a lifeline, desperation corded into every muscle in her fingers. You squeezed back with everything you had, reassurance you were still there in the total darkness.
The tension snapped.
Then her hand went limp, only your grip keeping her from fully slumping to the ground. Dead weight.
"Marin?" You rasped, voice shaking with pain and shock. "Marin?"
She didn't respond. She didn't move. Her limp body slumped against your side, like a branding rod searing through your clothes.
Your heart raced in panic and it gave you the strength needed to pull your still burning arm from beneath you and feel for her pulse.
You found it. Faint. So faint it was a mere whisper, but there.
Ahead of you, an endless void. Behind you, the gapping maw of nonexistence. Nothing in all directions but the limp body leaned against your leg. The sound of the portal just kept growing louder, like metal scraping in your ear.
Your body was so heavy. Your skin seemingly peeled back and exposed, burning against the agony of existence.
You broke.
You shattered.
You felt.
"It doesn't get to be this way." You panted, eyes open, seeing nothing and stinging like hornets. "No. You don't get to do that."
Emotion rose like a tidalwave within you, boiling under the surface of your skin. You turned your eyes up, casting your gaze into the void there.
"You don't get to do that to them. You don't get to keep hurting them like this. They're not toys. They're real."
You swallowed thickly.
"They're real."
The emotion boiled over. The dam broke. Everything else was lost to the Rage.
"YOU!" You screamed, voice shrill, hot liquid falling from your lips as something stretched and burst. "Don't! Get! To! Keep! Hurting! Them! You don't get to do that! They're people! They're real people with real feelings and pain, Goddamnit!"
You were lost to that rage. The feeling that had haunted your every waking moment since the moment you fell through that first portal. Since first you realized where you were.
From the moment you realized who they were and what that meant.
"You don't get to take anything else from them! You hear me! Not a single. Damned. Thing. More!" You spat. "I will not allow it! I! Reject! It!"
You hauled Marin forward inch by agonizing inch with strength you should not have, using spite that ran so deep it tore at peices of your soul.
You weren't even looking forward anymore (what need have you to know when the torment ends, when you're never going to stop. not until death takes you). Instead, you'd braced your feet firmly and started hauling yourself backwards, back arched so far you were nearly sitting.
"I will not let you keep hurting them for your entertainment!" You screeched, not caring how it hurt. Not caring how spit and snot and blood ran down your chin. How sweat soaked straight through your clothes, stinging against the aching rawness of your skin.
You pulled, both hands latched onto Marin's one. The universe pulled back, trying to take this precious being from your grasp. Your progress was halted.
You snapped.
"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU NITENDO. FUCK YOU GAME PEOPLE. FUCK YOU PLAYERS! AND FUCK ME TOO! FUCK ME FOR EVERYTHING I EVER DID TO HURT YOU! FUCK EVERYONE WHO EVER HURT YOU FOR FUN!"
You screamed then, rasping, tearing and wordless. Just kept screaming and pulling against the universe. Against the pain. Against the unfairness of it all.
The universe pulled again and you snarled like a beast, grip so tight on Marin's wrist you felt something cracking. She felt like Hellfire under your hands.
It only enraged you more.
"You don't get to have her! You don't get to hurt him anymore! You don't get to hurt any of them! They're mine now! You! Don't! Have! The! Right! THEY'RE MINE!"
A choked rasp, iron flooding your throat as the nosebleed gets worse.
"Marin is mine! Legend is mine! Hyrule is mine! Wind is mine! Warriors, Sky, Four are mine! Time and Twilight are mine! Wild is mine!"
Another step back, an inch gained.
Again, and again, and again.
"I'm going to take back everything you stole from them!" You howl into the void, uncaring of how absolutely broken your voice had become. "The moment you let your guard down, I'm taking everything! You. HEAR! ME!"
"I'M TAKING EVERY-"
The universe let go and you fell.
...and Marin fell with you.
Suddenly, there was gentle light filtered through leaves, cool spring air and the faint call of birdsong. No endless darkness or scorching magma in your veins or the infernal screech of portal magic in your ear. Just bliss.
And then your body reminded you that it was not fine.
Your muscles seized, tightening in painful reminder of the strain you had put them through. Your skin stung like sandpaper burn from head to toe, your lungs ached so fiercely it drew tears to your eyes.
Eyes tightly closed and teeth gritted, you curled around the limp body sprawled at your side, limbs intermingled as your body spasmed through the pain.
Then, there were hands on you and you cried out in agony.
Someone shushed you, soundly oddly choked and quiet as another pair of hands gently tried to move you. Then several.
You refused. Arms tightening around the precious being trapped in your embrace. You fought with what little strength you had left, sobbing as the hands managed to pry you loose.
You wailed in dispair.
Someone sobbed with you.
You finally succumbed to your body's desperate demands to escape the pain. You drifted away to the feeling of gentle arms cradling you close, of soft whispers in your hair.
Finally, peace found you. If only for a time.
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Perhaps there will be a part two. Maybe even venture into yandere territory. Who knows.
I must return to the shadows once more to recharge.
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joeys-babe · 3 months
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Joey B Imagines: Merry Christmas, Goofball
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Summary: Joe gets an extra gift at his family Christmas!
(Tiny part two to - Part 1)
Warnings: Fluff
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
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December 27, 2023
(Joe’s pov)
The past two days had been boring, empty, quiet, and all the negative adjectives.
I made the drive down to Athens today for Christmas with my family.
We were having it two days after Christmas to accommodate my brother’s having to go to their in-laws.
It was just going to be the same as last year, watching the kids play, and adult couples sit at the table while drinking wine together.
I fit in with neither group. So I either sat on the couch to watch a football game, or I'd sneak off to my old bedroom and play video games.
Whatever the plan ended up being, I was going to try to get away from this scene.
After all the grandkids opened presents from my mom and dad, it was my time to drift away from the group.
I grabbed a trash bag and gathered all of the wrapping paper and empty gift bags.
When the trash bag was full, I snuck into the kitchen and laid It by the backdoor to be taken out.
Once I did a quick look around and knew no one was watching, I opened the basement door, but before I could reach a foot out for the first step, I felt a huge hand on my shoulder.
Immediately, my shoulders dropped. I'd been caught.
“Not this year.” - Jimmy
I turned around to see my dad and gave him a sheepish smile.
“Sorry…” - Joe
“Don't apologize, son. I know it’s awkward since y/n can’t be with you.” - Jimmy
“Yeah, it really is. I don't fit in with the kids obviously, but I don't want to be the only adult in there without a partner with them.” - Joe
“Your mom and I are sorry for making you feel left out, so we got you an extra gift.” - Jimmy
“Huh?” - Joe
“It's on the front porch.” - Jimmy
I gently pushed past my dad and walked through the sea of people, making a beeline for the front door.
Out of nowhere, everyone fell silent, like they were anticipating my reaction.
After giving everybody a confused glare, I opened the door.
My heart stopped when my eyes fell on my extra gift.
“Baby?!” - Joe lept forward and grabbed you
I held her as tight as possible and spun her around, still trying to understand how and why this was happening.
“Hi, Joey.” - you giggled
Her legs were wrapped around my waist as I held her up in my arms.
“What are you doing here?” - Joe
I sat her back down on the ground, my arms never leaving her waist.
“You think I'm not gonna visit my boyfriend when he's in Athens? You were like thirty minutes away instead of two hours, couldn't pass on seeing your smiling face.” - you
“Shit, I didn't even think of that. I was so busy moping around that I forgot I was actually in Athens, where you are.” - Joe
She playfully rolled her eyes before pressing a long kiss to my lips.
Suddenly, there was a voice coming from behind us.
“I see you found your gift. Hi y/n!” - Robin
I smiled at my mom before y/n hugged her, they pulled away, and y/n said something to her.
“Thank you for inviting me, Robin.” - you
“Oh of course sweetie! He’s been walking around depressed like Eeyore from Winnie-the-Pooh all day. I knew you were the only thing capable of making him smile.” - Robin
y/n laughed and I felt myself blushing, not just from embarrassment but also from that gorgeous laugh.
“He loves you so much.” - Robin whispered
I know my mom attempted to whisper, so only y/n could hear… but she failed miserably, and I heard anyway.
“I love him too… so much.” - you told Robin
“Good.” - Robin smile
A few seconds of silence went by before my mom spoke up again.
“Well, I won't bother you guys… feel free to sneak off to the basement like you do every year, Joe. Enjoy your time together!” - Robin smiled before walking away
When she walked away, y/n and I embraced once again before I took her hand and led her toward the basement.
“Am I gonna see the iconic Star Wars room, Joey?” - you
“How do you know about that?” - Joe grinned
“I watch your interviews.” - you shrug
“Stalker.” - Joe scoffed jokingly
“At least I didn't ask a nineteen-year-old out when I was twenty-six.” - you mumbled
I stopped so abruptly that she crashed into my back.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Think I shouldn't have?” - Joe
“What? No! I was just joking.” - your eyes went wide
“Don’t joke about that shit! It's not funny.” - Joe
Grimacing when I realized I raised my voice, I watched y/n’s body language change completely.
“Sorry…” - you looked down
“Wait… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have raised my voice. I didn't mean to, baby…” - Joe
“It’s okay. I won't joke about it again. I was playing around and didn't think you'd take it seriously, but I should've known.” - you
“Can we just drop it? I don't want to argue right now.” - Joe looked at you with sincere eyes
“I’d love that. Can we just chill downstairs and cuddle?” - you
“I thought you'd never ask.” - Joe grinned
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After an hour of cuddling and watching a movie, y/n and I went back upstairs to find my family getting the gingerbread house kits out.
“Oh, hell no.” - you mumbled
“We can go back downstairs.” - Joe laughed
“Can we please? I have beef with gingerbread houses.” - you
I laughed realizing she copied my line about dry ingredients from a few days ago, and took her hand to go back down to my room.
“Uncle Joe!” - Joe’s nephew
Turning around to see my little nephew, I wondered what he wanted.
“Yup?” - Joe
“Look.” - Joe’s nephew
The five-year-old pointed to the doorframe above me and y/n, where a mistletoe hung.
I looked at y/n with a big smile, and we both shrugged at the same time before leaning in to kiss each other.
Because I wasn't a fan of PDA, we haven't ever kissed in front of someone. Other than y/n’s family watching through the windows when I dropped her off.
But right now, as everyone whistled and watched us kiss under the mistletoe, I'd never felt so happy.
We pulled away from each other after a solid minute, with huge grins on our faces from ear to ear.
“Merry Christmas, baby.” - Joe
“Merry Christmas, goofball.” - you laughed
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Authors note: I felt like the fic needed a second part…. CHRISTMAS FICS ARE OFFICIALLY DONE.
This came from my own head! 🫶
Hope you enjoyed! 💕
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harmonysanreads · 11 months
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i am all for the yan!stelle agenda,,, idk i think it’d be funny to see her hauling her darling around while the crew is running from another government on a foreign planet. although, your field trips are only after complaining constantly, and pom pom decided they couldn’t take it anymore.
none of the crew really questions her strange attachment to you, maybe you were the first thing that reminded her of home. she got the express crew out of tough situations, so she gets quite a bit of leeway anyway. you also agreed (aka were coerced) to join the express, so it’s definitely alright… right?
sorry ive been a bit addicted to hsr rn i needed to let this out 🙏
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Oh my God,,,,, no no no THANK YOU for letting it out 🤧
I just love the thought of Stelle just... slinging darling over her shoulder while running away, doesn't give a crap about any complaints from you, March 7th or Danheng's exasperation or the hoard chasing you all — she's having the time of her life!! It's a date to her wdym¿
Stelle will be a goofball one moment, dragging you to admire the trash cans in the particular world and then going feral on another because how dare that bastard look at you like that??
You can't deny that Stelle's reckless attitude has a certain charm as well, regardless of how adamantly you try to reject her at the beginning or try to push her away after she has you confined in the Astral Express, you will never be able to deny her wholely.
And GOODNESS will Stelle be stubborn in her pursuit of you, makes it seem so normal as well D: She likes you, she will have you. The other members just leave you two be (though you can sometimes see Dan Heng giving you a pitying gaze) because you're the only one who can control her from creating a massacre again.
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ariachaos · 5 months
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hi! i love your Hc's so so much! would it it be any trouble to ask, could you make a hc where baji or mikey has a S/O that got the spinal treatment as in- got abandoned by someone she deeply cared about and damaged her mentally, and feeling betrayed when she only tried to care for the person, (speaking from experience :P)
ah yes good ol' angst for the soul. i've been in this situation too lol
thank you for requesting, and i hope you enjoy!
reader is gn! reader
ᵗʳᵃᵘᵐᵃ ᵇᵘᵈᵈʸ ʷ ᵐⁱᵏᵉʸ !!
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being mikey's s/o includes...
just gonna put this out there before we go anywhere, i'm highly aware mikey can and will murder people just for the sake of his friends' and loved ones' safety/comfort/ etc. if the boy thinks someone needs to catch his hands, he will def throw them and won't hold back. (i don't think holding back is in his dictionary but anyway-)
you've been dating mikey for some time and thought it was about time he should know why it took so long for you to admit that you love him because for the longest time, you kept pushing him away.
and lord, when he realizes you got treated like trash, not even god can hold him back from committing a felony somewhere.
don't tell him the name of anyone or wherever they live because mikey will definitely find a way to get to them and teach them a solid lesson by sending them to the ER or the ICU.
that being said, if you insist that the person is well out of your life and you've cut off all contact with them, mikey will reluctantly let go of his anger and choose to spoil with his love and affection.
besides, you have him and his friends to love and be happy with! who else would you need other than these lovable goofballs?
mikey will consciously choose not to lash out on you even when he is extremely upset about something, purely because he knows at the back of his head you will take it far worse than most people will, and he is not going to bet the happiness of his relationship with you on some temper tantrum.
occasionally wonders if you related to how izana felt when shinichiro died (in the og timeline), but never asks because he doesn't want to make you sad by thinking about those times.
mikey would never put you below #2 on his priorities list. the only time you are #2 in the first place is when his family members are hurt or something, and he needs to be there for them. of course, he let you know about this, and you completely understand that.
in any case, i don't think you need to worry about mikey giving you the spinal treatment because if he's serious about you (he is), then he would rather never eat dorayaki again in the case he did give you that treatment.
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Hi! Could you please make a one shot of Tom Holland where the reader and him are best friends and they both take the glamour friendship test (it’s on YouTube if u need an example of what that is) and then they both throughout the tests realize their feelings (or they knew they had feelings and they grow stronger) and then after the test they end up together somehow? (Maybe a cute love confession)? thank you so much!
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hi! this idea was so so so so cute i loved it so much!! tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy <3
The Friendship Test
tom holland x female!reader, friends to lovers
“Alright Tom, we’re going to ask you a few questions about your friendship with Y/N, alright?”
Tom nods politely at the producer, rubbing his hands together as he looks at the camera. You’re sat in a separate room with the same set up, both doing the mini interview portion of the video. He wonders what sort of things you’re saying about him.
“So you and Y/N have been friends for years, where did you two meet?” asks the producer.
Tom chuckles.
“We met in school, back when we were around ten or so. This girl had just moved to our school and on the first day she threw her maths textbook at a boy who made fun of her hair. I kinda just knew from that moment we’d be best friends.”
“What’s the best thing about being friends with Y/N?” the producer asks next.
Tom looks up at the ceiling for a moment, deep in thought.
“Uh, I think it’s gotta be how caring she is, really. She puts everyone at ease and she’s always just there for you, you know? I think because we met so young and got to know each other so well before we ended up going into the same industry career-wise, it’s nice to have someone who knows who you truly are and not having to do the scary things alone. Everything crazy that’s happened in the last few years, Y/N’s been there with me through it all, you know?”
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“What was your first impression of Tom?” the producer asks you.
You rub your hands on your sweater, sort of wishing Tom was there as a source of comfort.
“Honestly? I thought he was this absolute goofball who couldn’t take anything seriously. Then we became friends, and I realised I was right. He is an absolute goofball.”
The producer nods. “What’s your favourite thing about being best friends with Tom?”
“That boy will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Doesn’t matter who you are, how well you know each other, if he sees that you’re sad or worried, he’ll always drop everything to cheer you up. I’ve never met someone who cares quite as much as Tom does.” you grin.
Exercise one: Give each other compliments
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“Be prepared to cry,” chuckles Tom, scribbling away on the little notepad he had been handed.
You glare playfully at him, raising your eyebrows.
“Oh, you are going down, Holland. You’re gonna need to be breathing into a paper bag to calm down from the hysterics you’ll be in after my compliments.”
Despite your competitive trash talking, your notepad is blank as you tap the pen against it, trying to think of what to write. Everything you think of is either completely generic, or far too personal in a way that would totally give away how you truly feel for your best friend.
“Tom, you read your compliments out first,” directs the producer.
Tom turns to face you, looking into your eyes as he starts.
“Y/N, you are hands down the funniest person I’ve ever met. The things you say are sometimes so absurd, I can’t even understand you but I know you’re saying something hilarious. You are a pro at beer pong, so a great person to have on my team.”
You chuckle, nodding at the camera.
“Tom and I are undefeated in beer pong, it’s true. I absolutely carry the team.”
Tom rolls his eyes.
“Can I finish my compliments without you dragging me?”
“Sorry.”
“You have the best taste in music, even when you go down a rabbithole and only listen to Lorde for like 3 weeks and force us all to listen with you. Whenever I get AUX, I put on your playlist and pretend it’s mine so people will think I’m cool.”
You double over, covering your face as you laugh.
“Are you serious? Oh my God I can’t believe you do that.”
He nods almost shyly, but maintains eye contact as he reads his last compliment.
“My entire family loves you, probably more than they love me. You fit in so well with my family we can’t even remember what it was like before we met you. I can’t imagine my life without you, love.”
You stop laughing, hand flying up to rest on your heart as you pout.
“Tommy stop, you literally are going to make me cry,” you say, as you take a step closer and press a gentle kiss to his pink cheek. He blushes even harder, and you clear your throat, taking a step back.
“Ok, my turn now?” you start. “Tom. You are the most generous person I’ve ever met and would literally give the clothes off of your back if someone asked. And by the way, the rest of us would not be complaining if you did,” you raise your eyebrows for emphasis, giving the camera a knowing look.
Tom rubs the back of his neck, unable to hide his grin even as he rolls his eyes at your exaggerated flirting. He only wishes you were really flirting with him, not just teasing him as you normally do. You are just teasing, right?
“You have a contagious smile, it’s impossible not to smile when you’re around. You’re also a great listener, one of those people where it feels like you are actually listening, not just nodding occasionally while you think about what to have for lunch.” you continue.
You take a deep breath. “Last of all, Tom, you feel like home. You are my home and I know that whenever you’re around things will be okay.”
You’re met with a hushed silence across the small studio, and look up worriedly. To your surprise, Tom’s bottom lip trembles as a few tears threaten to spill from his eyes.
“I’m woefully unprepared for this,” he sniffles. “Usually she gives me two compliments a year and spends the rest of it roasting me.”
Exercise two: Hug for one minute
You reach out and rub a hand soothingly on his bicep, resting your head on his shoulder as he collects himself, and the screen goes blank.
“A whole minute?” you shriek, a little too loud for Tom’s liking.
“Alright, don’t need to act like it’d be so awful to hug me,” he pouts.
“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that,” you giggle, feeling a little mean. “I just meant- like-”
“Just come here love,” says Tom, rolling his eyes and enveloping you in his arms. You wrap your own around him, hands resting on his upper back and head naturally coming to rest on his shoulder as he leans his own head against yours. You can feel the slow thump thump of his heartbeat and can’t help the gentle butterflies in your stomach.
“This is nice,” he murmurs as he holds you impossibly tighter.
“Mhmm,” you agree, feeling your eyelids droop slightly.
Tom instinctively rubs his thumb soothingly on your shoulder as your fingers begin to twirl and fiddle the soft curls at the nape of his neck.
“And… time,” says the producer, looking down at the stopwatch in her hands.
“Y/N?” Tom whispers. “Y/N! Earth to Y/N…” he rubs a hand gently on your arm as you blink in the bright room.
“Wha- did I-”
“You sort of fell asleep on me there, love,” Tom stifles a laugh.
“Oh shit,” you say, embarrassed. “Sorry, maybe the press tour is getting to me.”
You quickly dab up the droplet of drool that ended up on Tom’s sweater as he chuckles.
Exercise three: Trust fall
“S’alright. Just a one-minute cat-nap.”
“Oh nooo,” you whine. “I did this with a girl back when I was a kid and she fucking dropped me. I’m still traumatised to this day. You’d better go first, Tom.”
“Can you even catch me?” Tom quirks a brow at you and you gasp in faux hurt.
“Look at this muscle, baby,” you say, flexing a bicep and Tom bites his tongue at the sight.
He stands in front of you, shrugging as you prepare to hold out your arms.
“I've broken my nose a couple times. What’s a few more broken bones?”
He crosses his arms over his chest, closing his eyes and allowing himself to fall back into your arms. You do falter a little as he hits your arms, but you manage to play it off and catch him cleanly, pushing him back up to a standing position.
“See? Painless.” you say.
Tom nods.
“Not bad. Your turn, love,” he grins.
Your stomach twists as you switch positions and stand in front of him, throat drying out. Tom senses this and leans in so the microphones won’t pick up on his whispers.
“I’ll always catch you, promise. You can trust me.”
You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut as you allow yourself to fall back. Tom expertly catches you a second later, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and leaning forwards so his mouth is right next to your ear.
“I’ve got you, darling.”
You squeeze his hand in thanks and blush painfully at how close he is. You straighten up and both smile brightly into the camera, wrapping up the video.
“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you start
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“I’m Tom Holland,” he continues, “and this has been us taking the Glamour Friendship Test.”
“Thanks so much for watching, and be sure to check out our new film Uncharted, in cinemas now!” you both wave at the camera, and as soon as the producer calls cut and thanks you both, you shoot out of the room and into your dressing room, leaving a slightly confused Tom standing in the pale pink studio.
You pick up your bag, glancing around the dressing room one last time to check you haven’t forgotten anything. Just as you’re about to open the door and go home to sit on the sofa and replay the moment Tom had whispered into your ear so intimately, a knock sounds at the door.
“Y/N?” Tom calls.
You open the door, revealing him leaning against the doorframe.
“Hi,” you say shyly.
“Hi,” he repeats.
“I was just about to leave-”
“I need to talk to you.” he interrupts.
“Oh. Is everything okay?” you ask.
“Yeah. No. I just, I have to tell you something.” he says desperately.
Your pulse quickens as you nod. “Okay…”
He looks down at his feet, unable to make eye contact.
“I really like you.” he mumbles.
“What?” you ask, leaning closer to hear him.
“I really like you. Like, more than just best friends. And I just couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. I tell you everything and I hate having this huge secret I couldn’t tell you. So I just wondered if maybe you wanted to go and grab a coffee or something? And then maybe we could go out to dinner later this week, just the two of us…” he trails off, fiddling with the ring on his pinkie finger.
You grin, putting your bag down on the floor and standing up again to your full height.
“Thomas Holland. Are you finally asking me out?”
His head snaps up at the ‘finally’.
“I mean yeah… If you want me to be, that is…”
You don’t reply verbally, instead placing a hand on his jaw and leaning in to press your lips into his. It takes only a second or two until he relaxes into the kiss, wrapping an arm around your waist and his other hand finding its way into your hair.
You pull away, grinning as you rest your foreheads together and catching your breath.
“I’m expecting a muffin with my coffee, by the way.”
He grins as he picks up your bag for you, wrapping his arm around your back to rest his hand in the back pocket of your jeans and pressing a peck to your hairline as he leads you down the hallway.
“Alright love. Let’s go get you your muffin.”
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thank you for reading! reblogs and comments are always super appreciated <3
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celesmaxwell · 2 months
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AND IN OTHER* NEWS
*j/k it's about OFMD
non-local rainbow-haired goofball travels 715 miles from home state to visit a stone in a garden while long-suffering spouse enables brain rot caused by intense love of gay pirate show, or as they say, "the third wheel in [their] marriage"
locals wonder: "What is wrong with them? I hope they get the help they need.
[Sidebar: IRL stede died here [present-day White Point Garden] and was appropriately chucked into the sea - not to be confused with TV stede; fiction provided an opening for a deep dive into the history and boy howdy it is awful - sort your stedes like you sort your rubbish - TV stede into the recycling for repeat enjoyment, IRL stede straight to the trash]
The Help:
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THEY'RE NEXT TO EACH OTHER 😱
SEE? IT ALL MAKES SENSE
Also help:
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look at that dork on the left being such a dork
And for good measure, the detail I sat and drew/colored using the @renewasacrew letter outlines:
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YOU can help rainbow-haired dorks like this brain-rotted doofus by doing things like:
♠️ SIGNING the PETITION to get our damned show back, and getting your friends and family to do it, too! chng.it/SHgmb7NNJ9
♠️ Interact with Netflix and kindly them why OFMD would look SO GOOD on their platform! More on that HERE!
♠️ Read news articles that cover the love for OFMD and the efforts to save it! Share/comment on them!
♠️ Use the hashtags in social media posts! #AdoptOurCrew #SaveOFMD #FinishOurStories
And as always, kids, keep the POLITE in ✨Polite Menace✨
This post was made possible by support from Long Suffering Spouses of OFMD Fans®, in conjunction with The Power of The Internet™, and by viewers like YOU!
(Tourism bux also thrown at local Charleston museums, in which this book was procured; current status of said book is in the hands of Long Suffering Spouse who could not resist taking up the read. Brain rot, indeed!)
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happybird16 · 7 months
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Levi x reader
Tw; alcohol
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“Whatcha doin’?”
The only response you get is an uneven shrug. The man doesn’t even turn towards you to respond. With the loud music thumping through the house, you figure he must not have actually heard you. The light is low too—the only real light in the whole house is the fairy lights blinking colorfully where they’re strung up along the ceiling of the living room.
You don’t know why you’re here, not really. It’s barely been an hour, but you already feel out of place. The cup in your hand feels awkward, the music is far too loud, making your ears throb and your chest ache with the deep bass. But it’s part of the college experience, so you were forced into this stupid frat house and even managed to drag Levi along.
Speaking louder this time, it’s still hard to hear your own voice, “Levi?”
This time, your boyfriend actually turns from where he’s crouched in front of the frat’s kitchen closet. Spotting you, his face lights up, a wide and dopey smile spreading across his lips. “You! Hey you! Hi!”
“Someone’s been drinking,” you note playfully. Levi rarely drinks, but when he does, he’s a special kind of dopey and goofy. It’s not a side of him you get to see often, this almost silly and love-struck version of your boyfriend, with wide goofy smiles and round flushed cheeks. It's something you almost wish you could bottle up and save for when things get rough. He reaches out, tugging at the hem of your shorts like a small toddler, and you allow him to pull you just a tad closer. “You wandered off?”
Levi blinks slowly, like your words take a moment to process. “You were busy talking to—I don’t remember their name.”
“More like they were talking at me—I don’t remember their name either.” You haven’t drunk nearly as much as Levi—apparently—but already the night’s starting to get kind of fuzzy. “Thought you were getting more beer? Why are you in their closet?”
Swaying heavily, Levi turns and gestures frustratedly at an odd pile along the doorway to the closet. “Pizza boxes aren’t recyclable. They’re corrugated cardboard—yeah, but the grease satura—” he hiccups, struggling with the word “—soaking it disqualifies them.”
Now it’s your turn to blink at him dumbly. “You’re sorting their recyclables?”
Suddenly incensed, your boyfriend nods and points towards a stack of cans by his knee, “They barely wash out their cans too!”
“They’re frat kids, they’re probably just lazy.” The fact that there are at least six pizza boxes in the stack is evidence enough of that. You doubt any of those are even from this party.
Levi points at you assertively, the effect squashed by another loud hiccup. “Exactly.” Happy having his point seemingly validated, Levi turns his back to you yet again, beginning to pull more trash out from the blue bin.
Reaching out, you tug his shoulder and try to draw him up and away from the mess. “Hey, come on. I think it’s time to go. I’ll call an Uber.”
Levi turns again, smiling up at you with that wide and goofy smile. “You’re so tall! When did you get so tall?”
You laugh, successfully tugging him up to his feet. “Come on, goofball. It’s time to go home.”
After several steps, Levi suddenly twists in your grip to look back at the stacks of garbage laid out on the tile in front of the closet. “But the cans…”
“That’s their problem.” His cute defeated pout almost makes you laugh. “Come on, I think it’s time for bed. You can try to tell me why you drank so much in the morning. If you remember.”
He lifts his head from your shoulder, his goofy smile making a reappearance. “I’m an environmental crusader!”
Now you have to laugh, struggling to hold the both of you up as you waddle out of the kitchen. “That you are,” you reply with a fond smile. It’s endearing to see this side of him, even if it’s brought about by a bit too much alcohol.
Suddenly Levi frowns, swaying hard against you and bringing your progress to a standstill in front of the frats dirty cup and bowl filled sink. Staring down at his splayed palms, Levi suddenly sound startlingly serious, “Can I at least wash my hands?”
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heffrondriving · 1 year
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random life update no one the fuck asked for, yet again: got extremely burnt-out from btr mostly bc of general messy/dead online fandom vibes and that stupid shady fumking app but aye whatever let's not go there *cough* and accidentally started stanning an entirely different defunct boyband instead, oops. anyway idc oscar enestad best boy and stream fo&o for self-care, love and peace <3
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steviewashere · 1 month
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Goofballs
Rating: General CW: Referenced Recreational Drug Use (Marijuana) Tags: Pre-Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a Dork, Eddie Munson is a Dork, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Veiled Love Confessions (Sort of), Mutual Pining, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff
For the @steddielovemonth prompt: "Love is watching them do the stupidest things and falling harder for them every time."
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Steve doesn’t allow anybody (sans maybe Nancy and Jonathan) to eat in his car. Robin often talked through a mouthful, pieces of fries and burger buns spraying onto his dashboard. The buttheads left their trash laying about the backseat, no matter how many times they’ve been reminded to throw it away. And Eddie…
Well, he loses his eating in the Beemer privileges today.
It’s a couple hours since he’s been discharged. Body considered stitched up and healed enough to leave the 1986 bat attack behind, though Steve know it quite literally wouldn’t. A week before May, tail end of April.
And Eddie suggests picking up a few items from the nearby diner. He orders a chocolate shake, cheeseburger and fries, and some containers of ketchup. And Steve gets his usual; cheeseburger with extra crispy fries, strawberry shake with extra whip, and honey mustard if they have it.
All goes well for a while. Eddie digs into his food earlier than Steve expected, as he thought they were going out the quarry for a little picnic. He doesn’t have enough time between when they resettle in the car and when he starts it to tell Eddie that he isn’t allowed to eat in the car. But decides, instead of saying anything, that he’ll figure out if Eddie is one of the people he can trust to eat in his car.
Listen, Steve’s no better about eating in his car. His steering wheel gets covered in grease and he’ll often drop crumbs down at his feet, there’s a couple straggler stains from sauces that couldn’t be contained. But for the most part, Steve cleans up. It’s fine. Everything’s fine with Eddie in the car.
Until he says, after a dangerous laughing fit, “Steve, dude, stop being funny! You’re gonna make me spray shake from my nose!”
Steve, horrified, keeps his gaze on the road but the shaking to his voice when he asks, “What?”
Instead of repeating himself, Eddie goes on with whatever he was going to do. He grabs two straws, ones that were extra on the diner’s counter, unwraps them, and stuffs one in each of his nostrils. “Haha, booger contraption!” He exclaims, laughing at himself. And then, he suckles down some of his chocolate shake. The dark brown, now lukewarm, very sticky shake. The straws still up his nose, stupidly endearing.
Though, maybe none of this would’ve been a problem had Steve not opened his mouth a mere thirty seconds later. Reciting down to the minute details something absolutely disgusting and hilarious Dustin did while Steve was at work. Explaining how in the quiet lulls of his shift, Steve would repeat Dustin’s words in his head. And at one point, laughed so hard that he stumbled into a nearby shelf, several tapes falling from their perches, thudding down onto his head.
It almost happens in slow motion. Almost. Except, Eddie laughs. With his belly, his chest, his head, with his everything. Cackling so hard he shakes the frame of the car. Choking on his shake, body convulsing against the seat with his giggles. He laughs so hard he turns red in the face, crying, a sputtering mess. Then, the slow motion trigger is pulled. From his nose, through those white diner straws, comes two dark brown waterfalls of pure chocolate shake. Spilling and burning their way through Eddie’s nostrils.
The mess splatters to the leather seat below Eddie’s ass. Onto the floor. Some stray spatters on the gearshift and the radio and the glovebox. He stops abruptly, jolting in his place, wide eyed and terrified when he locks eyes with Steve.
Steve, for all his bitching about keeping his car clean, laughs himself. Enough that he pulls off to the side of the road, forehead resting on his steering wheel, hands loose between his knees. Back arching and bouncing. Shoulders hitching and falling. Laughing himself silly into the horn.
Eddie barely makes a sound next to him. Small, short breaths. Then, he panic stutters, “I—I’m—Oh my god, Steve! I’m so sorry! I warned you, man. I didn’t mean to do that. It’s something I can’t control.” He scrambles around the space, grabbing all the napkins available, wiping and smearing at the stains. Almost hyperventilating with his movement. “’T’s why Wayne doesn’t allow me to drink anything but water in the living room. Fuck,” he softly curses, hands clenching around the soiled napkins in his grip, the seat still stained, Steve laughing so hysterically, Eddie’s afraid he may puke. “Fuck, Steve. I’ll find a way to pay for your car to be cleaned, I promise. I’m so—“
“Holy shit!” Steve shouts. Finally leaning into his seat. Eyes wide, wet, cheeks tear stained, smile so big he may just split his face in two. “I didn’t fucking believe you! And—Ha!—Holy shit, you spray shit from your nose if you laugh too hard?! That’s—“
“Fucking humiliating and disgusting, I know,” Eddie grumbles. “Don’t have to make fun of me for it.” And then, all at once, Steve’s laugh Peter’s out. He takes in Eddie. Listens back to his voice. Realizes, horrifyingly, that Eddie’s genuinely hurt, embarrassed, upset. Eddie chucks the sopping wet napkins into the equally gross take out bag. He lays his hands palm up on his thighs, because they’re stained with chocolate and sticky, too. “I’m sorry, Stevie. I—“ He sighs as if he’s just been told his dog died. “I was just hungry,” he says, voice too small. “Man, I should’a waited until we were out of the car, but I just—It wasn’t hospital food and I was too excited and I knew that I do that every time I laugh. And I wasn’t thinking, and I’m really, really—“
Steve places a gentle hand on Eddie’s forearm. Really looks at Eddie. His eyes filled with tears, one beading in the corner. His lips twisted down into a heavy scowl. “Hey,” Steve softly cuts in. “It’s okay, man.”
“It’s not okay! I just fucking ruined your car because I can’t be normal.”
He squeezes. “Eds, when the hell have you ever been normal?” He questions, earning him a not so subtle glare. “It’s fine, dude. Sure, you made a mess, but messes can be cleaned up. Besides, I thought it was funny. I love your laugh—The spraying part of it is like…kind of endearing, too.”
Eddie rolls his eyes.
“It’s true!” Steve exclaims, butting in before Eddie can argue. “I don’t care that you laugh like that! I love it, it’s…cute.” He scoots his palm up to Eddie’s shoulder, pushing back some of his hair to drape between his shoulder blades. Looks softly upon his friend’s face. Wishes they were more than friends, just so he has an excuse to kiss away the humiliation painted on Eddie’s beautiful face. “I love when you’re yourself, Eds. This doesn’t bother me. We’ll go out to the quarry, enjoy some of the fresh air. I’ll lay out the spare blanket in my trunk over your seat. And I’ll take it to get cleaned this weekend. No big deal.” He shrugs. “Though, you are barred from eating in my car again.”
“Ugh, what?!” Eddie splutters. “Man, don’t ban me from eating in here,” he whines.
Steve solemnly nods, attempting to hide his smirk. He sighs, something small and dramatic. He pats at Eddie’s shoulder. “You’ve been banned, unfortunately. Don’t worry, though, you aren’t the only one.”
“Fine,” Eddie sighs. “Thank you for being cool about my…stupid thing, by the way.”
“Not stupid,” he says, “I really do love it, Eds. Just be careful next time.”
+1
Okay, being friends with Steve Harrington should really come with its own warning. Not because he’s a bad guy or that he’s an asshole or he’s plain Jane really boring.
No, it’s because every time Eddie sees Steve do something that he thinks nobody cares about, Eddie falls even harder than he should.
Sometimes, Steve dances around the house, shirtless and singing like Kermit the Frog. He slides around the tiles on his socks. Not because he’s dancing or cold, no it’s because it “Makes me go faster.” He’ll flick dirty dishwasher on everybody in their friend circle, Eddie being destined to this fate many times over. Steve will wrap a scarf around his head, a pair of his mother’s sunglasses perched on his nose, chapstick smeared on his lips and pouting, and pretend like he’s some 1950s dame. 
In fact, that’s what he’s doing right now.
Eddie is blissfully stoned on the Harrington’s couch. Mind floating and his tongue heavy in his mouth. His stomach hurts from a combination of too many bowls of cereal and laughing extremely hard. And Steve is no better.
Steve’s got his stupid little pink sheer scarf on. His lips are pouty and plump and bright magenta pink. There’s a pair of white cat eye sunglasses perched low near the tip of his nose. His eyes are heavy, half-lidded, bloodshot, and glistening. He’s wrapped a blanket around himself like a shawl. And he’s got this terrible, god awful, adorable transatlantic accent. It’s, also, a little southern; though he thinks that Steve doesn’t even notice that aspect. Voice high pitched and sort of nasally.
“Why, Eddie Munson, aren’t you a pretty thing?” Steve says. He’s fanning himself with his hand. Legs crossed, a palm settled on his left knee. He bats his eyes. “I do believe you are,” he murmurs.
Eddie snorts. He’s laid out on the couch, feet near Steve’s hip. He has his hands patting on his belly, head nestled into the arm of the couch. One of his feet pokes Steve’s thigh. “You’re ridiculous, Harrington,” he chuckles. “If you wanted to flirt, you could just do that.”
Steve gasps, clutching at his chest like’s grabbing for his pearls. He genuinely seems offended, but Eddie knows that he isn’t. “Are you calling me…” He drops his voice to a whisper. “A harlot?”
“Are you southern or are you an actress in a 1950s film?” Eddie asks, ignoring Steve’s question. “Not that it really matters because you’re running circles in my mind anyway. Don’t even think you realize how much you’re doing.”
“I’m a doll,” Steve answers unhelpfully. “Thought you knew that.”
Of course, Eddie thinks, of course I knew. He snorts again instead. “You’re ridiculous,” he mutters. “And stupidly cute whenever you do this.”
“Really?” Steve breathes. The accent completely gone from his voice. His posture slumping back to his normal everyday. Character completely gone from him. “You think so?”
And if Eddie looked closely, he could say that Steve’s…sheepish, coy, genuine. Like he actually wants to be cute. Wants to be ridiculous. Wants to be stupidly adorable and stupidly wonderful and everything and more. So Eddie sighs, nestling into the couch with his eyes closed. Because maybe not seeing Steve will mask the truth in what he says next. “Steve, I quite literally love you. And everything you do makes me ass over heels. Seriously, I don’t think you realize how much you affect me, dude.”
Then, the room falls silent. Eddie’s floating in bliss. His cheeks warm and most definitely colored pink. Sure, that’s such a stupid thing to do, confess his feelings on a night like this. But Eddie almost doesn’t care. Though, he knows that if Steve remembers this in the morning, he’ll forget it happened. Blame it on the weed. Blame it on the goofiness and the sleepiness to the two of them.
He’ll save Eddie’s face. That’s what Eddie likes about this confession.
“Oh,” Steve mutters. He says it like he wasn’t expecting Eddie to be honest, which kind of hurts, but he shrugs it off for now. “Oh, okay,” Steve is whispering, “Love you, too, Eds.”
This will all be gone in the morning, wiped away with Madame Steve and her weird accent that can’t be placed, hidden by giggles and sly remarks and Steve’s weird little mannerisms. But the weight will still be there.
For now, “Madame Steve?” Eddie calls out. “How ‘bout you tell me about how pretty you think I am? And I can say how beautiful you are?”
Steve begins with his eyes.
The weight will forever be there.
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