#i dont know where this came from

[strawberryspence]

When you ask Steve Harrington what his first memory of Eddie Munson is, he will say it was in Mrs. Click's class. Yeah, he didn't know Robin then, but it was hard not to notice someone like Eddie.

Steve remembers it being a Monday, his parents just left for some random country. Mrs. Click was not in a good mood that day.

Steve remembers her stopping mid-lecture and staring at the curly head bowed down three seats behind Steve's left. He's resting his head on his arms, body limp.

"Munson. I don't teach so you can sleep." Mrs. Click impatiently says, her fingers tapping against the plastic table.

Eddie doesn't move, Mrs. Click squints harder and says a little louder, "Eddie Munson."

It's so obvious Eddie was sleeping, but what he does next cements him in Steve's memory.

Eddie jolts a little. It's a small unnoticeable movement, before he finally raises his head. He smiles at Mrs. Click before saying, "Thank you, Jesus. Amen." and does the sign of the cross.

"I am sorry, Mrs. Click. It was time for my morning prayer." Eddie says, a small innocent smile on his face.

And it's so freaking ridiculous. Steve remembers shaking his head and biting down a laughter.

It's even more ridiculous when Mrs. Click nods approvingly, saying, "That's okay. Next time don't do it in class."

The next time Steve and Eddie get the chance to talk, somewhere in between broken bottles and running from the police, Steve tries to joke as he says to Eddie, "I bet you forgot to do your morning prayer. That's why this is all happening."

It's lame. But eh, it's worth it when Steve hears Eddie laugh for the first time in two days.

#i dont know where this came from #sorry uhm #tw religion #????? is that right???? pls nobody get mad at me for this #its just a funny little thing hehehehee #steddie headcanon #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson fluff #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie hc #daeheadcanons #dae writes

[venusisnothere]

"Do you still have a thing for me?" Lando asks unexpectedly. You choke on his words, hitting your chest with your palm, trying to hide that it was from his words. Lando steals a few carrots from the board that you were cutting them on.

"I dont have a thing for you now" Everyone knew that you had a crush on Lando when you met, it was obvious. After he put down your hopes, your relationship began to blossom as friends. You were there for him after every break-up or tough race, and he was there for you after failed exams and crappy coworkers. You two became inseparable, if one of you was missing your friends always called the other.

And you hoped that sometimes your feelings would die out, it was normal right? You hoped that your friendship would help these cruel feelings die out, but alas they didn't.

You continue cutting the carrots and after a few moments Lando speaks again "Are you sure?" You turn around,like you needed something from behind you, but you just wanted to hide your blush.

After a few moments you answer, "Yes" but you didnt expect his stupid hand to caress your hip. You didn't even hear him coming behind you. He turns you around, his hands on your hips. "Really?" He asks, uncertain. You look him in his eyes and hope that he can read your feelings. You open and close your mouth a few times, trying to get the words out.

Lando understands what you're trying to say, because he can read you like a fucking book. "Just shut up" he says and kisses you.

Your lower back hits the countertop and your hands grip the edge. You hoped this wasnt a dream, again. Because you dont think that you can ignore your feelings after this.

After a few moments the adrenaline hits and you are kissing him back. Your hands fly to craddle his face and you think the low moan you hear is from you. But it isn't. It's from Lando, he moaned into the kiss.

Your hands grip his shirt, tugging it. Lando smirks into the kiss. His hands leave your hips and you can feel him shoving the board away from the countertop, a few carrots fall down but you don't seem to care right now.

You feel Lando's hands under your ass and he puts you on the countertop. He steps away from you and you want to whine. Lando gets his shirt off and steps back between your thighs. "Lando.." you breath.

He smirks at your tone and starts kissing your jaw, and then your neck. You whimper after he bites the spot between your throat and neck.

"Just shut up"

#lando norris imagine #lando norris fic #lando norris x reader #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #i dont know where this came from #f1 imagine #venus☆rambles #ln4☆rambles

[harryforvogue]

a fic about harry and faye where faye needs to be picked up because it's snowed so bad and also she's feeling very very needy. has smut so be careful. or not. do whatever you like. DO leave feedback though or else i will fucking haunt you

***

Faye calls Harry at around 6pm.

He’s asleep, his iPad abandoned by his side with the pen still between his fingertips. He doesn’t know what time he dozed off, but he’s got to thank Faye for the portable heater she bought him for Christmas. It’s magnificent.

Getting himself out of bed to reach for his phone is difficult. When he finally manages, the only thing that makes him pick up is Faye’s photo.

He brings it to his ear. “Hi, baby.”

Immediately, he can hear the frown in her voice. “Oh no. I woke you up.”

“It’s all right,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to sleep anyways. I’ll barely get a few hours at night if I nap now.” He brings his phone back to his bed and sits down. “What’s up?”

“Um, well I just finished rehearsals.”

“Yeah? That’s good. Got out early?”

“Yes, it’s snowing pretty bad now.”

“Mm, is it?” He forces himself to get back up and take a peek out his curtains. She’s right; the snow lays on the roads, flurries all around still. “You wanna stay on the phone with me until you get home?”

“That’s kind of the thing. I’ve been at this bus stop for 15 minutes and my app keeps saying the bus is about to come, but the roads aren’t properly cleared so I don’t think it’s coming.”

Harry frowns. “You’re outside?”

“Yeah. I walked to the stop, but it’s like a ghost town here. Nobody’s out driving. The buses may have all been canceled.”

“Oh shit. Are you wearing warm clothes? Gloves and all?”

“Yup.”

“Good. Which stop are you at today? I’ll come get you.”

There’s instant relief in her voice. “Thank you.” She tells him which stop and then sighs softly. “It’s not that cold which is good. I suppose I should sit down on the bench but there’s ice on it and I already slipped while walking here. My butt still hurts.”

Harry groans as he tugs his jacket on and grabs an extra beanie. He shoves his feet into his shoes and grabs his keys. “Don’t tell me that,” he says. “Are you all right?”

“Yes,” Faye laughs. “I’m okay.”

“Think you can hold on for 15 minutes?”

“Yes, but Harry you have to drive safely, okay? The inner roads aren’t cleared at all.”

Harry sticks a piece of gum in his mouth. “Yeah, love, I’ll be fine.”

“Okay.”

“Wanna stay on the phone with me?”

“Um, I would, but I can barely feel my fingers.”

Harry has to groan again. He’s outside now and thankfully his car isn’t looking too bad. He’ll still need to defrost it a bit. “Faye, you just told me you had gloves!”

“Whoops.”

“Okay, I’m going to hang up, but please try to get warm. Go into one of those shops nearby.”

“The only shop open near me is the chicken shop.”

“Go in there.”

“I don’t like the smell of chicken.”

“I must say that you are insanely difficult today.”

Faye giggles. “I’m not.” She must hear him turn his ignition on. “Okay, bye now. Drive safe.”

“I will.”

She hangs up. Harry has to step out of the car with his snow brush, pushing his way over to clean his windshields. He’s blasting the heat on the inside, and within ten minutes, he’s ready to go. When he gets back in his car, he’s muttering swears, trembling with the cold. “Not that cold, my ass.”

And Faye’s right. The inner roads are horrendous. He drives so below the speed limit, he may as well walk to get her. 15 minutes turn into 20 and by the time he’s pulling up to her bus stop, he’s very worried Faye may be a frozen block of ice. 

Faye wobbles her way over to the car, yanking the door open and all but throwing herself inside. She’s shivering so bad, Harry puts the car in park and reaches over the console to hug her tightly.

“For fuck’s sake, Faye,” he mutters, suppressing a shiver at her cold face pressed into his neck. “I told you to go into the shop!”

“If y-you made me wait any longer, I would have!”

“I drove as fast as I could.”

Harry turns the heat up higher and rubs her arms firmly, trying to get her tight muscles to relax. She’s wearing a winter jacket, yes, but her head is uncovered and she doesn’t even have a scarf. He pulls back to look at her, hoping there’s disappointment on his face. But Faye’s eyes just light up and then she’s lifting her head to get a kiss.

He can’t say no.

He cups her face and softly kisses her. Her lips are cold, but he can still taste the cherry chapstick as if she kept reapplying it every few minutes. She kisses him several more times, but when she places her frozen hands on his neck, he pulls away sharply.

“Faye!” He holds his neck as if wounded. “That’s so cold!”

Faye’s knees bounce. “Sorry!"

She doesn’t look sorry.

He grabs the beanie he’s brought her and throws it onto her head. Her bangs get caught on her forehead, momentarily blinding her, and she laughs, fixing the hat. Her black hair frames her cheeks. She reaches in for another kiss, but Harry stops her with a shake of his head.

“Get warm first. Or else you’ll get hypothermia and then I’ll have nobody to kiss.”

Faye says, “Wow you sound a lot like me.” She holds her trembling hands by the vents, shivering so bad, she’s compelled to make audible noises to show how cold she is, her jaw quivering. Harry starts driving the car again, and once he gets off the main street, he reaches for her hand and holds it in his lap.

“How were rehearsals?”

“Okay,” she says, shoulders shaking. “Maybe people couldn’t come in today because of the snow. I had to do, like, three roles.”

“Opening night is next month, right?”

“Yup. I got you your tickets.”

Harry kisses the back of her hand, squeezing her pale fingertips hard. She's painted her nails dark blue, he notices. “Thank you. Are you hungry?”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s get something to eat then. I don’t have anything at home. Didn’t cook today.”

“Oh. Are we going to yours?”

“Yes.”

“Can I stay over?”

Harry smiles. “Yes.”

“Is Timmy home?”

“Nope.”

“Can we play that video game again?”

Harry sends her a look. “I thought you’d want to watch a movie or something.”

“Well, if you want to. But I had a lot of fun playing that game.”

“Yes, you were so good at it.”

She was not. Harry spent the entire night trying to save her, getting himself killed, and then yelling and begging her to stay alive until he could be revived. Faye had a lot of fun it seems, though Harry wouldn’t say it was a very productive night.

But, if she wants to do it, then they will.

“I feel like I’ll be better tonight,” Faye says, leaning forward to put her face against the air vent. Her eyes flutter shut. “We’ll get to the next level.”

“You mean level two.”

She laughs.

Harry’s pulling up to the take out shop they’ve agreed on when his phone goes off. He answers it on the car’s speakerphone.

“Yeah, mate?”

“Hey,” Timothée’s voice rings out. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m with Faye picking up food.”

“Oh cool. Hey, can you pick me up from the shop, man? My car’s fucking buried.”

Harry sighs. “Yeah, that’s fine. When are you off work?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Yeah, I’ll get you.”

“Cool, and hey–”

“Yeah?”

“Can you grab me some food? I’ll pay you back.”

Harry says, “I’ll think about it.”

There’s silence on the other line until Timmy says, “Faye?”

She leans in. “Yeah?”

“Can you make sure he gets me food? I’ll Venmo you right now.”

“Will do.”

“Thanks. Bye!” And then he hangs up.

Harry rubs his eye and then unbuckles his seat belt. Faye goes to do the same, but he stops her, shaking his head. “No, you need to stay warm.”

“I’m fine!”

“Nope.” He locks the car after opening his door and gives her a meaningful look. She watches him disappear into the shop.

When he comes back, he thinks she’s looking a lot better. The red in her cheeks has returned and she’s reapplying her chapstick without shaking fingers. He leans over and kisses her, pleased that her lips aren’t frozen anymore. Unexpectedly, she holds onto his collar and kisses him harder, and she doesn’t let him go until he’s chuckling against her lips and trying to pry away.

“What’s gotten into you?” he murmurs, peppering kisses down to her jaw. She shivers, but not from the cold this time.

“Just missed you.”

“Mm.” He kisses her cheek. “I missed you too.”

It’s a lot harder to drive after that, especially because Harry’s hand rests on Faye’s thigh, and she keeps playing with his fingers, occasionally pulling his hand up to kiss his palm. 

When they get to the shop, Timmy rushes into the car and slaps a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Thank you, man. This is great. Thanks. Hey, Faye.”

“Hi.”

“You’re coming over?”

“Yup.”

“Cool. Did you get me any food?”

“Yes we did.” She hands him the aux cord when he asks for it. They listen to his odd taste in music for the ride home.

Harry takes Faye up to his room when they get home. Timmy’s nearly falling asleep so he eats his food quietly and then heads to his own room with a reminder through the walls that he’d appreciate it if Harry and Faye kept it down.

Faye says, “I don’t know why he always says that,” as she’s climbing into Harry’s lap on his bed in his shirt only. He looks up at her, eyes shining, his hands resting just below her butt. She wraps her arms around his neck. “We’ve never been that loud.”

“I mean I certainly haven’t,” Harry teases, pulling her down onto his thighs.

“Me neither!”

“Sure.”

Faye can’t come up with a response, so she kisses him, and then turns around in his lap, back pressed to his warm, strong chest. He places his hand on her thigh, holding her to him. As he’s setting up the game, she reaches over and grabs his iPad, turning it on to see his latest sketch.

It’s a very daunting looking dragon with detailed wings and scales. She zooms in to see all of it, thoroughly impressed. “This is so cool, Harry!”

“Yeah? Thanks, baby. Had a client say she wanted a big dragon piece so I’ve been brainstorming.”

“Where does she want it?”

“Around her bicep.”

“It must hurt like crazy.”

Harry hooks his chin over her shoulder and hugs her tight to him. “Yeah, but as long as they’re happy with it, right?”

She turns her head to look at him with her devastatingly pretty eyes. “Have you done any cool ones this week?”

He makes a show of thinking really hard. “Did a decent snake two days ago.”

“Ooh. Will you post the pictures?”

“Yeah. Haven’t had the time to.”

Faye cradles his face and kisses his cheek. “I’ll be the first person to like it.”

“You always are,” he murmurs, tilting his head back so she can continue her kisses down his neck.

His eyes flutter shut as Faye’s hands run over his arms, gently pressing herself back against him. He feels her breath hitch.

“Faye,” he softly admonishes. “You said you wanted to play the game.” 

“It’s still loading,” she whispers back, shaking him off to be able to turn in his arms again. The force she kisses him with throws him off. He’s pushed back, hands flying out to steady himself against his mattress. She wraps her legs around him and kisses him breathless, her fingers trailing up the sides of his head and then burying themselves into his curls. She presses herself against him again, and then she gently licks at him. Harry welcomes her tongue when he parts his lips.

She kisses him like she hasn’t been kissed properly in years – which is simply untrue because he kisses her until she forgets her name on a routined basis. Faye presses herself even closer, and when the first whine leaves her throat, Harry’s arms are around her, dragging her hips against his. She sighs as if that small contact between them has caused her such release.

The TV makes a noise to tell them the game has finished loading. Faye’s mouth shows no signs of letting him up. Harry pulls up for a second to breathe, and then kisses her again, leaning into her with his hands spread out against her back. They stay there until he’s sliding his fingers under his shirt that she wears, slowly pushing her until she’s laying on her back and Harry’s hovering over her.

“The game,” he whispers.

“Hm?” she manages, rolling her hips against his again, her eyes both innocent and flirty.

He breathes out a swear and then works on pulling the shirt off of her. Faye shivers immediately, but he kisses down her neck and collarbones to warm her up, letting her adjust when she catches onto what he wants to do. She slides back and lets him move further down her body.

“Harry–”

“Yes, baby?”

She changes her mind when Harry’s fingers hook into her underwear. “Oh. Oh, nothing.”

“Tell me,” he says, dragging them down. 

“Well, it’s only that I thought I’d do this for you. Because you, um, picked me up and I wanted to thank you.”

Harry chuckles. “You can do that after this, but right now I have a feeling you’re going to explode if I don’t touch you. Care to tell me what’s got you so worked up? I fucked you so well just two days ago.”

Faye throws a hand over her eyes and Harry doesn’t know if it’s because she’s forced to answer his question while unclothed or if it’s his words that embarrass her. Possibly both.

“It’s because you came to get me and your voice was so deep and raspy and tired and your hand on my thigh and–”

Harry situates himself between her legs and lets her knees come up besides his head. He kisses her soft inner thighs and wraps his arms around them. Faye lifts her head to glance down at him and then moans softly when he licks into her. Slowly. Teasingly.

Her black hair is fanned out around her, her breath coming hard and fast. Her lips are parted, pink and swollen from their kisses. She looks ruined already. Harry will never get used to the sight. He never wants to.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, throwing her head down. Her eyes flutter shut as Harry leans in and takes over completely, his skilled mouth ruthless against her. His fingers dig into her hips, holding her down though she desperately raises herself to meet his mouth.

“Oh, I love you,” she whispers, threading her fingers into his hair. “So much.”

He sucks and licks and laps diligently until her back is gently arching off his mattress and she has to bite down on her knuckles to keep her noises in. Seeing her like this turns Harry on, his body on alert. He feels like every cell of his body has been electrified, but despite his arousal, all he wants is for Faye to fall apart against him.

It doesn’t take her long. Her thighs tremble. She cries out and yanks his hair. The pain is distant to him. Harry lets her use his tongue to ride out her high, and when she’s done, she’s whimpering from sensitivity. Harry only pulls away when she’s whining, “Ah, okay, okay, that’s it, please. No more.”

He grins at her, gently wiping the corners of his mouth. “Always so good for me.”

Faye covers her face. Harry helps her back into her clothes and then lays beside her until she’s ready to turn to him and kiss him. He kisses her hair. “My darling girl,” he whispers. “My baby. So perfect."

She’s straddling him before five minutes are up, her hands resting on his chest, hair falling like curtains around her flushed face. The strands hit Harry’s cheek. His hands are on her thighs again, and he’s smiling lazily at her.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, running his hand up to her waist. 

Faye swallows and grinds down on his length through his sweatpants. “My turn?”

“We can take a break if you w–”

“No,” she says immediately, fingers already pulling Harry’s shirt up. Her eyes hungrily take in every tattoo she slowly reveals. Harry lifts his head to pull the shirt off.

Faye seems to have something in mind already. So Harry just lets her undress him, enjoying the kisses she trails after her hands. She has plenty of energy, preferring to stay on top of him instead of switching back over. 

She works herself over him until she’s throwing her head back and nearly sobbing with relief. Harry watches the pleasure roll over her, her hands in tight fists against his chest. 

“I love you,” she says again, taking deep breaths when it’s over. Her face is a gentle pink, her chest flushed. “I love you so bad, Harry.”

Once he’s pulled out of her, he’s grabbing her waist and pulling her down to him, wrapping his arms around her tight. “I love you,” he says, kissing all over her face, wiping the corners of her eyes. “My pretty girl, I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Spent, Faye lets him cuddle her, her face pressed against his neck. His body is warm and as comforting as always. He mutters how much he loves her several more times.

Some time later again, Faye raises her head from his chest and says in her scratchy voice, “Should we play now?”

And Harry kisses her and says, “Yes, baby.”

#i dont know where this came from #harry and faye #me: i dont write smut anymore #also me at 2am: #oh well #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x oc #harry styles x woc #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff

[shakemelikeasnowglobe]

I came to the conclusion that formula one is mostly about star crossed lovers who are also scar crossed lovers seeking mutual destruction because they would only allow themselves a gentle touch of another man if it's in the safety of a shared podium.

#i dont know where this came from #but its about this #formula 1 #formula one fandom #brocedes #prosenna #lestappen #sewis #and so many more i can't remember right now

[kaciidubs]

OK OK LISTEN TO ME TWIN FLAME BBY TELL ME WHY

tell me why Hyunjin is the “hit it like it’s all mine” type

* not me listening to all mine -plaza on repeat with the image of Hyunjin drenching me with his spit and cum*

WHY DOES FHIS MAN HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING INSANE!!!!!

P.s love you

Estee I am clutching my PEARLS- OF COURSE YOU ATTACK WITH HYUNE OH SWEET MERCY--

No cause you're right, you're so right, he's the "hit it like it's all mine" type, and it especially comes out if you're in a friends with benefits situation.

Hyunjin is a lover, doesn't matter the scenario, he's making sure he's putting his all into the experience so even if you both agreed that feelings wouldn't get involved, he's still fucking you like he's in love with you.

It's the worst when it's after a night out, him catching the way a guy was staring at you the whole night while you were hanging off his arm - your favorite, tried and true tactic of getting free drinks from a man who couldn't think past his dick.

Back at the dorms he'll have you bent into the prettiest arch, bite marks and dark hickeys decorating you from your shoulders down, lips pressed to the curve of your ass with whispers of how beautiful you are, how you're his and his alone to have.

Of course you're drunk off of his touch, mindlessly replying with breathless whines of "All yours, Hyune" and "Only need you, baby".

He doesn't need to know if you actually mean those words, he doesn't find himself caring if there's truth behind them when he's sliding his tip through your wet folds, smirking when you buck your hips back.

"I'm the only one who can have you like this, hm? I'm the only one who can make you this wet, this needy, isn't that right, my muse?" when you merely let out a wanton moan, he chuckles, "It's okay, love, cause you're the only one who can make me this hard - get me this riled up over simply being you; irresistible, beautiful, smart, kind, it makes it that much more special making you crumble just from my lips, my fingers, my dick."

That's when he finally enters you, long and hard and so, so satisfying, you think you're already on the brink of an orgasm without him having to do anything more.

"I'll show them who you belong to," he hisses, slapping your ass before gripping your cheek in his hand, "I'll remind you who you belong to, love. You're all mine, remember that."

[unedited]

#✧. ┊ kacii answers #✧. ┊ estee bestiee #✧. ┊ precious mooties #im gonna be real #i dont know where this came from #i was possessed #skz smut #stray kids smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin hard thoughts

[caffinewrites]

During pride month, Garcia puts a little tray of pride pins in the bullpen with a sign that has 'take one!' written on it in rainbow gel pen.

She doesn't think about it much, just hopes that a few people will spot it and feel seen and loved.

She notices JJs first.

She's in the elevator and sees JJ jogging slightly to make it before the doors shut, Garcia keeps them open and the blonde grins at her in lieu of thanks. Its attached to her canvas tote, just below where the strap joins the body of the bag; a bisexual pin. Garcia knows its one of the ones she put out because of the layer of see-through glitter on it.

She doesn't mention it, but she puts a mini bi flag in JJs pen pot first chance she gets.

The next one she notices is Emilys.

It's about a week after she puts the pins out and shes going to Emily's office to ask about a case. She spots it, hooked carefully through the mesh wire of one of the pen pots on the unit chiefs desk. A glittery lesbian pride pin.

Again, she doesn't mention it, but she makes Emily a bracelet with the colours of the lesbian flag and leaves it in her desk. Garcia has seen it around the brunettes wrist every day since.

The next is Spencer, and Gacria actually sees him pick it out.

She's a little later than usual, and as she walks up to the bullpen, she sees Spencer loitering just beyond the doorway, right where the tray of pins is. She slows to a stop a few meters away and tries to be quiet as she waits for him to pick, not wanting to intrude if he didn't want anyone to know. She needn't have bothered as she sees him attach one of the bisexual pins to his cardigan pocket with a smile.

She watches with a warm, happy feeling as JJ and Spencer notice each others pins, the two friends clearly overjoyed in finding someone else who understands, completely and wooly.

Spencer gets an entire pack of bi and rainbow heart-shaped stickers.

Garcia starts to see the rainbow ones around the building, even noting one on the elevator ceiling, which she finds incredibly funny.

The bisexual ones are all stuck somewhere on JJ or Spencers desks.

Garcia starts to wear a pansexual pin on her clothing, rather than leaving it sitting on her desk, attaching it to whatever outfit she puts on in the morning.

No-one comments on it, but a after a few days of wearing it, a pansexual flag appears in her pen pot.

Another couple of days and she finds a shakily-made pansexual bracelet on her desk. She puts it on immediately, of course.

The next day she finds a few sheets of the same stickers she gave Spencer, but with the pansexual flag rather than the bisexual one.

It makes her feel seen in a way she's not used to.

Her team love her, and she loves them.

#i dont know where this came from #i think its cute #writing #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #criminal minds #ems fic writing #penelope garcia #spencer reid #pride #bisexual #lesbian #pansexual #pride pins #pride pins used to come out #queer #lgbtq

[tink27]

I am dying for an Au where the party left Eddie's body in the upside down and he (for whatever reason) is not dead, and comes back but with significant memory loss.

He ends up in Steve's back yard, covered in his own blood and the muck of the upside down. He's faced with the absolute relief and sadness on Steve's face, as he tried to rush towards Eddie only to see him flinch away, eyes wide and confused.

It takes a while but Eddie begins to trust Steve, he gets re-introduced to the party and slowly but surely his memories are coming back, sometimes in flashes of memory but sometimes without Eddie even realising himself. Like when he calls Dustin "Henderson" without anyone ever reminding him of Dustin's last name, or when he started humming Dio in the kitchen while he drank his coffee (Eddie had no idea what he was even humming and it took Steve about an hour of sifting through Eddie's old tapes to figure out it was Dio's Rainbow in the Dark).

But the memories are also confusing sometimes, particularly when it comes to Steve Harrington. Eddie knows Steve, he's the person Eddie came to rely on the most since he came back. Steve lets him stay in his house, he makes sure Eddie eats enough proper meals and he can tell when things are getting too much and keeps the others out of the house for a while.

But Eddie has memories.

Steve looking a bit younger, but so much harsher. Indifferent and cool as a freckled boy spits mean words at his side. Steve with his arm around some pretty girls waist, smiling at her and sneering at Eddie.

None of it seems right. Because when Eddie looks at Steve, the Steve in front of him, he cannot accept these memories. Steve has only ever looked at him with the utmost gentleness, but still Eddie can't shake them.

So one day, in Steve's kitchen he tests it out with a phrase that's been rattling around in his head "King Steve" he says it softly, and he isn't sure what to expect. Confusion maybe, something to confirm that it was all some insecure figment of Eddie's overactive imagination.

But what he got was a look of pure hurt. Eddie had never seen Steve look so hurt. He immediately had the urge to take it back, to pull the words back into his mouth and take away whatever pain he had given Steve but he knew he couldn't, so he tried again "Steve?"

"you remember, huh?" His voice sounded defeated, like some awful thing he was waiting for had finally happened, like the other shoe had finally dropped.

"some things..." Eddie felt wrong footed but he knew he needed to consolidate these memories in his head with the broken boy in front of him "but they don't really make sense"

He waited to see if Steve would talk, fill in some gaps but he doesn't, so Eddie continues "it seems like" He was hesitant to even say it "you used to be mean... to me?"

Steve scoffed, seemingly more at himself than at Eddie "I used to be mean to a lot of people Eds. I've been trying to get better, to be better, for the past couple of years but, that sorta stuff follows you around"

He wasn't sure how to respond, even though he knew the memories were real, it still didn't feel right, those memories weren't his Steve. "But, you're not like that anymore." He left it like that, staying it like fact.

"no. I'm not like that anymore, I hope so at least" he seems sheepish, and still so uncomfortable

"you're not." Eddie took a step closer, and placed his hand on Steve's arm "you're good, Steve."

Eddie's language hadn't been what it used to be, and Dustin and the others were doing a Lord of the Rings book club to help Eddie regain some of his past vocabulary, but he hoped for now that even simple words could get across how he felt about Steve.

"you helped me, I was alone and scared and you did everything you could do" he tilted his head, trying to get Steve to meet his eyes "You saved me, Steve Harrington."

And that seemed to be more than enough, because in a sudden rush of movement Steve pulled Eddie into a tight hug, and as they stayed their, tangled up in Steve's kitchen, neither of them mentioned when Steve's shoulders began to shake and Eddie's shoulder dampened.

Instead Eddie just placed his hand in Steve's hair, and held him for as long as he needed. No matter what memories he regained of that young indifferent version of Steve, he knew all that matters was this boy in his arms right now. The kind and selfless Steve Harrington.

The Steve Harrington who saved him, in all the ways that mattered.

#i dont know where this came from #I just had an idea #and then i couldnt stop writing #Dialogue is really out of my comfort zone when it comes to writing #hope it isnt terrible!! #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #gay steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things s4 #steddie fics #stranger things au #gay eddie munson #ficlet #memory loss #eddie lives #steve harrington is a good person

[chaotic-on-main]

cw/tw: angst, death

Imagine Levi slowly making his way to your room in the barracks, the sounds of his steps lingering down the hallways as he does. It's been a couple weeks since the last time he has been to visit but he just couldn't get himself to go. Why he decided to go today, he doesn't know.

Your door comes into view at the end of the hallway. He remembers you complaining so many months ago about a supervisor who said that if you did their paperwork for a couple weeks, you'd be able to have that room. You wiggled your eyebrows when Levi asked why, you simply stated back, "It has the best view of the sunset." And it did.

He stops in front of the hard wooden door, noting the piercing silence that comes from behind it. It's foreign to him, as usually he's greeted with your sweet voice singing old lullabies or laughing at something with your friends you had invited over. With a gentle push, it slowly opens inward. Levi half expects you to be at your desk, staring out the window facing the horizon. Then turning to face him with a wide smile and those wide eyes he loved.

"Levi, you're home." You'd say, and you'd mean it every time even though you both knew he couldn't stay here all night.

But you weren't there, not this time. You wouldn't be, ever again. The room once filled with life from your own personal touches, now devoid of any meaning. Any scents that once belonged to you, now gone just like your things.

This expedition took more than he could take. With a sigh, he makes his way over to your old chair and lowers himself into it then stares out the window. The sun is just starting to set.

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#im. so sorry #i dont know where this came from #the idea literally popped in my head after looking at a picture of fish #what is the correlation here #do fish just make me sad #i dont even know #anyways i just typed this up on mobile so if there are any mistakes or if it's just really bad #i am so sorry #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #angst #canonverse

[haveihitanerve]

Bruce always takes everything his kids throw at him. He will always shoulder any burden they need him to, he will always let him hit him and berate him, blame him, accuse him, leave him, because he doesn't ever believe he’s worthy of them. He doesn't believe he deserves them. He thinks hes useless and the only good he has ever done is become batman and take them in, offer them a home and food if nothing else. They should leave him. They ought to drop him. Because they don't need him. Because he is a plague on their lives. Because he always makes everything worse. Because they would be better off without him. Bruce believes that, in every rendition, in every comic, in every movie, in every show. He never thinks hes good enough for his kids, whether adopted or not. And so he will take their insults and their blame and their hatred. Because he thinks he deserves it.

#bruce wayne #good dad bruce wayne #batman #batfam #i dont know where this came from #i was watching sad batfam tiktoks #and then this #um #yeah #i mean i agree with it

[ka1t0-s]

what are the chances damian gets into silly bands? like yes they're childish but they are animal shaped and Jon's collecting them because they're colorful.

damian sees them on Jon's arm and goes "tsk that's stupid" but then Jon gives him a cow one off his wrist and damian stares at it, before he starts to collect every single animal and never stretch them out since that'd hurt the animal.

#dc comics #damian wayne #jon kent #silly bandz #i dont know where this came from #i just wanna see damian do kid things #since hes like 11 i think #im not caught up with dc lore but its a mess anyways so.

[ceaselesswwatch3r]

take james potter and remus lupin and mash them together. you've now got me.

#add a lil of marlene and your spot on #i dont know where this came from #idk random thought #the marauders #remus lupin #james potter #the marauders era #dead gay wizards

[hazellevessque]

TPQ AU where everything is exactly the same but Brynne has a backpack that magically produces food. She’s just finished killing a monster, reaches into her backpack and pulls out a whole loaf of bread

#aru shah #tpq #the pandava quintet #brynne rao #I dont know where this came from

[schnuckiputz]

what if...what if after season 2 the hospital called the harrington's about steve and for once they actually picked up the phone.

what if, hopper, and the kids left him that night, safely tucked away in a hospital bed, and when they came back the next day, steve was just...gone.

at first, they think he just checked himself out of the hospital (because steve definitely is 'that dude'). but no, the staff assured them, his father came and took him home. but when they try to visit him, the only thing they find are a moving company and people packing away the harrington's entire house. the harrington's are just gone.

months later, nancy gets a postcard. it's beat up, the ink so smudged it's nearly illegible. there are just a few words: "they took me. trying to make my way back. steve."

in the end, it'll take nearly two years until they see steve again: when he rolls back in town in a beat-up truck just in time to help them stop the apocalypse. he's lost a lot of hair but apparently gained a sarcastic loudmouth soulmate and a fluffy haired metalhead on the way instead.

because, you see, two years ago, when richard harrington got to the hospital, he didn't care about how steve got injured but only about him getting in another fight. and he finally had enough of this problem child, who seemingly refused to fall in line with what was expected of a harrington. so richard harrington took his drugged up concussed son out of the hospital, loaded up his wife and a few clothes, and drove a few hundred miles to a boot camp in the middle of nowhere to finally get him straightened out.

#it takes steve days to realise what happened and then he proceeds to go apeshit #but he's surrounded by people who don't give a single fuck that he's a obviously traumatised teenager #he tries to run away several times but the camp has a deal with the local police #and every time he tries his stay gets extended #until he just decided to keep a low profile for a while until he can finally way to get the fuck out of there #the way back to hawkins takes months and months and months because he has no money and no car and for a while he loses himself #but he finds himself again when he stumbles across the punk scene and finally gets something like a support system #thats where he first meets robin in a gay bar #and later eddie in an underground tattoo parlor #i dont know where this came from #i blame the behind the basterds podcast and their episodes on the troubled teen industry #stranger things #stranger things hc #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie

[surefire-tanis]

When you do the shave check in disco elysium there should be different outcomes depending on your highest stat like just mustache for espirt de corps or the hulk hogan for endurance, just anything but bald please

#i dont know where this came from #surefire speaks #disco elysium #first time i did the shave check was when kim was gone and then i later went insane from talking to the death spiral guy #it was extremely sad and funny

[jazzkrebber]

Kaz: why dont you fuck around and find out?

Jesper: I fucked around and I found out

Inej: I found out without fucking around

Wylan: I fucked around and I did not find out

Nina: I fucked and I found out

Matthias: youre all sinners. how dare you use such foul language in the world of Djel. despicable. except for you, Nina. you're perfect

#i dont know where this came from #anyways #shadow and bone #six of crows #grishaverse #shadow and bone season 2 #crooked kingdom #ruin and rising #siege and storm #wylan hendriks #jesper fahey #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #matthias helvar

[skrunksthatwunk]

just woke up from a dream wherein there was a toh episode where it was revealed that hunter noceda was like. like his special interest was glittery paper. like the history of it. he had a little scrapbook full of samples and everything it was really cute. anyway

#i dont know where this came from #i love him though. hunter autism real #toh #the owl house #hunter noceda #like i think this is something he was doing in the emperors coven based on other dream details so like