#im so considerate

[deliciouspirateangel]

I'm curious why you hate Paige so much? Like not being accusatory or anything I genuinely want to know?

akshjkds this made me go back and look at my degrassi character tier list i made ages ago to see what category i put paige in

the category was "menace"

i think that sums it up alskjflds. that category was for the characters i hate most save for the ones that were literal rapists or violent homophobes/misogynists. BUT paige was at the top of the list so i liked her a little more than the other menaces???

idk every last degrassi character is a mixed bag but paige never did enough good for me personally to cancel out the shit she pulled lol

likeee i'm a big friendship girlie and i think paige treated her friends appallingly. and some if it is like oh haha silly teen drama shenanigans but it's also like ...girl.

and whatever little progress she made towards the end of her run on the show was destroyed by degrassi goes hollywood. to the point where, during her big fight with marco, i was rooting for him to slap her just to be disappointed when she slapped him lmao. and i loved all the old comments of "they totally ruined paige's character for this!!" and im just sitting in my corner like nnno this all totally tracks...

also wasnt a fan of her relationship with alex bc i think she treated alex just as bad. not that alex was an innocent lamb in everything but still. never cared about her relationship with spinner, not even gonna talk about the teacher, hated how she treated the guy that was hiv positive

and the college years were just terrible which isn't solely her fault but still. if i dont wanna see what craig, jimmy, marco, manny, and liberty are up to after graduation, then i sure as shit dont wanna see what paige is up to

Just to end on some positives so it's not me totally shitting on the clear fan favorite lol...

I liked the story with Dean. I thought that was some good drama. And I think Degrassi handled it about as well as they ever could. It was incredibly upsetting but sadly realistic

I liked the start of her relationship with Alex. Just like the weird little connection and the "is this really about to happen?" vibes

AND I think her grappling with her bisexuality was handled pretty well for the time?? Even tho I'm p sure Alex was the only one to ever actually use the B word lmao. But her fears felt realistic and like something a lot of people could relate to

And I liked parts of her rivalry with Manny bc it was funny whenever she got a broken leg out of it

#degrassi #anti paige michalchuk #asks #my thoughts #anonymous #notice how i give a brief summary of the stuff i hate but took the time to specify on the things i did like #im so considerate

[umbrvx]

fuck it *ff8s ur jd*

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #joongdok #to be completely transparent i havent actually put any consideration into comparing these 2 things. i just wanted to redraw the logo #like i have played and enjoyed ff8 but i didnt factor in any ideas to attack ppl with. not this time at least LOL #inspired by krintousquids beautiful rynegaia illust based on this same logo.... changed my life. #we NEED to make more of these [clutching the ff8 logo in my hands] #umm anyways im usually hard pressed to conceptualize ship art at all so we will see when insp next strikes for that

[mossspond]

You commission a fursuit. The maker is excited and gives you a deadline plus updates regularly for a few months. You’re excited.

It’s less than a month before the deadline. There hasn’t been an update in weeks and the job was far from finished the last you saw. You follow up and the maker’s run into financial trouble and they felt so bad that they couldnt tell you upfront. They apologize and you negotiate a new deadline.

The new deadline is approaching almost a year later. There hasn’t been any updates. You follow up again. Shipping issues, nothing you can do.

They apologize and negotiate a new deadline.

The new new deadline is approaching, they message you saying they’re cutting off requests to focus on commissions and share a document with the queue for the rest of the year. You’re not even listed despite the negotiated deadline.

They apologize and negotiate a new deadline

Another year passes and there’s still no news. You request a refund. They agree

Six months later you get a message saying they’ll pay you asap.

You shoot back a disbelieving response

They complain that you’re being unfair

#not to be like…the average furry business conduct but #im so infuriated #im MALDING #yeah there should absolutely be consideration for ppl going through financial hardship #but you do NOT take someone’s money and just. forget that you promised a service #and never take responsibility #moss.txt

[kingtheghast]

Martyn shrank into his armor slightly. Fuck. He was an idiot. “Ah.”

TL;DR - Martyn is a warlock mercenary who stumbles through a gate to the Plane of Faerie, and accidentally indebts himself to the local Archfey lord, King Ren. Shenanigans ensue.

My pieces for @mcytblraufest from the renchanting duo fic, to bedevil and beguile, by @eternalduos

#rendog #inthelittlewood #renchanting duo #3rd life smp #trafficblr #treebark #trafficshipping #<- tags added for consideration #mcyt au fest #3rd life au #for this drawing i’ve been following the fic to find a scene to draw and it’s SO well written #incredible job im glad i got paired with such a skilled and cool person :> #ghast.art

[dragonskulls]

in the Vast Moor, the ruling system is fairly similar to other quivers; there's a leader –the Accipiter– and their second in command –the Noctua– but with the exception of having a third rank, the Corvus:

the Corvus has a practical role that borders on the religious. Wyvern training is incredibly important for moor runners, as such, it's obvious that someone who oversees that aspect would have a respected position of power. The Corvus is an influential advisor, playing a big role in the selection of future leaders, and is the one tasked to supervise all wyvern rearing in the quiver, being extremely knowledgeable on these creatures. Burials were another task traditionally assigned to them, but it wasn't until recently that they were allowed to do that again.

The reason for this previously mentioned prohibition is attributed to one dragon only: Shrikeshred

(cw for cannibalism mention lol) Shrikeshred is a controversial figure. Regarded as the Vast Moor's most talented Corvus in history –something clearly seen in her masterpiece book "Way of the shrike" which showcases her incredible wyvern handling abilities and techniques, some of which are still used today– that unfortunately took a turn for the worst. A famous cannibal, not much is known about what made her go off the deep end, though it is believed tensions with the Accipiter in her era and the lean times of winter season may have had something to do with it. After disappearing into thin air one day, her shadow is still cast over the foggy moors. How could anyone forget what she had done? There wasn't a Corvus for a long time, which proved detrimental to wyvern management in the quiver's territory. Some say she's still out there, waiting for the right moment to come back. The wyverns pictured here were Shrikeshred's favorites, all of them species considered untameable, especially the Death spitter, a dreaded wyvern that can spit boiling acid. So far she has been the first and only dragon to be able to train these species.

been wanting to post this for a while but i had to finish all the refs first 😭 if you're wondering why the style changes it's bc they were done months apart aheem. ANYHOW! im excited to do more pieces and comics revealing what actually happened with Shrikeshred, as well as other characters involved with that whole mess. Also here's some tiny bits of more info on her toyhouse

+ some silly posts

#wof #wings of fire #ashwing #art #my ocs #dragons #oc: shrikeshred #oc: deimos #oc: wolfsbane #oc: phobos #im so obsessed with her my horrible woman #she started with eating dead people and then she began actually hunting them which is why the funeral ban LOL #also a littledesign note she is BUILT compared to your average scrawny ass moor runner. like bigger and considerably more muscular #also i had to resume the corvus info from the doc theres a few details i missed but they aren't as important for now

[sunshineandlyrics]

🔵 🧂 The OP knows one of the fans at the Radiomix FM M&G, and shared some info, 2 April 2024 x x x x x x

#good his team informed people about appropriate behaviour #fans always say Louis has a clean shower bath smell about him #so considerate with the tattoo options #M&G #radiomix fm #2 April 2024 #Louis and fans #Louis Tomlinson #rumours #fan stories #stunts #im glad it is a banned subject and hope it continues for the rest of his life #f #cigarettes #smoking #bg #blacklist #mine

[tennessoui]

writing warm up that got away from me

It takes thirty-two more hours for the realization to come to Sidious, and he blames Skywalker wholly for the delay. The boy's own stupidity and black-and-white view of the galaxy must be rubbing off on him, that's the only reason Sidious can think of for not having thinking of this sooner.

Kenobi. 

And Skywalker.

The answer has been sitting right before him this entire time, but he had been too blinded by his own hatred of Kenobi to see it. And Skywalker's hero worship of the man hadn't helped, of course. The way Skywalker talked of his old Jedi master evoked images of untouchable saints, glowing angels, benevolent deities...the same way he talked of those sentients he fancied himself in love with at the height of his relationships with them. Gilded and perfect and infallible. It was the way Skywalker loved, to paint his paramours as idols placed upon a pedestal.

How had Sidious missed that Skywalker had already done the same thing with Kenobi? Years ago! For years, he has endured Skywalker's fanatical praise of his Jedi master. He has listened to him complain about the man, his fastidiousness, his devotion to the Jedi Order--but oh, those moments that Sidious had made the mistake of agreeing with Skywalker's own words! He has never felt closer to losing Skywalker's trust than those times he let a bad word about Kenobi slip past his lips, even though Skywalker himself had already said much more damning things.

And yet no matter the argument, no matter the disagreement between Kenobi and Skywalker, Skywalker's faith in his master did not waver. He never took his master down from that pedestal, no matter how many times Kenobi revealed himself to be just a man.

Sidious has spent years resenting that, resenting Skywalker's unshakeable devotion to his master. He has spent years trying to ingratiate himself to the boy, trying to replace Kenobi as the boy's mentor, his father. And every time he has failed because it seems that no matter how often Kenobi manages to break Skywalker's heart, Skywalker gives it to him again without hesitation.

But...but if Skywalker were to see Kenobi through the lens of a man in love, if they were to fall into bed together and strike up a romance, then surely...surely Kenobi would flinch at the force of Skywalker's naked devotion.

#obikin #basically sidious decides to push the two of them together #thinking that kenobi will turn skywalker away or break his heart #but of course kenobi does not do that #because kenobi is also insane about skywalker #and sidious did not take that into consideration #this fic is challenging for two ways tho im writing directly into the ao3 box which i have never done #and also i am writing through massive brain fog #so i think half these words are not the right words #rip kit

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Thought you may be interested in this-

hmmm you know it could be a blend of "Remember" and "rem" as in "REM sleep", i would put stock in That more than it being just a straight play on remember

WHICH. HM. okay bc as soon as i saw it i thought "oh! like the REM stage of sleep!" but REM stands for Rapid Eye Movement - the stage characterized by high brain activity (vivid dreaming).

so either it being specifically REMderem has meaning, or it's just the best play on words (maybe in relation to "remember" as you've pointed out!)

#hm... if it's REM for a reason... #its interesting that wally (doesnt sleep) would be the main target for an ad about sleeping #for a Pill named after the dreaming stage of sleep... #wally. sleeping. dreaming. hm! #Much To Think About! #im not going to get too crazy with theories yet #because there is a LOT of new info to sort through and take into consideration! #i need time so apologies! #i want to provide theories of Substance! with ample backing and thought! #no longer are the days where i just spew out whatever random shit #and then backtrack on it a month later with Oopsies That Was So Wrong! #(who am i kidding i Will continue to do that <3) #but i'll take more care with it i prommy #rambles from the bog #homebogging #wh speculation #welcome home speculation

[sandrathachao]

it seems i fall easily in love with characters who are full of anxiety. ; ; i find them so relatable jfdskgj

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #pomni #tadc pomni #my art #traditional art #of course i bought the plush too dfjskg she will sit next to my peppino and they will exist in dread together #im also so weak for jesters oh boy #also! the first one is colored with my old markers #the second two i tried my new ohuhu markers! really love working with them but im learning the hard way that some colors bleed a lot #which is something i gotta learn to take into consideration while working with them! :D #i got 216 colors! so much to choose from! o v o

[mari-monsta]

I read so many aged up aus where adrien is like.. all smart assy right off the bat... why does everyone think he's like that.. canon adrien agreste apologized for trying to take gum OFF marinettes chair he'd probably apologize for getting pushed to the ground and stepped on by her..

#hes not going to be out here like #teehee pretty lady so sorry to have inconvenienced you today (not actually sorry) #hed be like.. oh no... i inconvenienced a complete stranger... im so sorry heres 500 dollars for the trouble #adrien is scared to DEATH of upsetting ANYONE #hes also like.. pretty considerably shy

[daily-hanamura]

#p4g #persona 4 golden #p4 #persona 4 #hanamura yosuke #yosuke hanamura #ok ok this scene gets to me so bad actually #because yes on the one hand hes playing up that big brother role again #reminding kanji of HIS role as nanako's big brother as well #but its also reminiscent of yosuke's tendency to hide his own sadness and put up a front for others so they wouldnt catch on #i think in this moment its not necessarily a bad thing and yosuke was kind of right (imo anyway) #keeping their spirits high would be a more comforting sight for nanako #who wouldnt want to see them worried #i think its such a strong reflection of yosuke's consideration towards others #part of me is like yes kanji is the one that said it but hes just voicing what everyone else was also thinking in that moment #and yosukes response isnt just for kanji but also for the team and esp Yu #because of them all Yu is the one that undoubtedly looked most heartbroken considering how protectice he was of nanako #even though we cant really see it in game it's very clear how his reaction is like in p4u when he thought nanako might be in danger #anyway yu didnt have a speaking line in this scene so i could be delulu but im pretty sure it was about him as well #he's good with his queue

[dragonnarrative-writes]

im the anon who sent that gaz ask and omg kyle's interlude was so good!!!!! im just giggling thinking of kyle wondering how much does she know? did she catch on somehow? fuck I have to take her out quick before she finds out how many projects ive finished and the whole time miss new girl is like. wow this guy fucking sucks at his job i want him gone from my hospital >:(

mans thinks shes gonna file a case with a police and she just thinks he's incompetent as shit

I'm so tickled. That's exactly what's happening.

CW: discussions of death and dying, autopsies, medical neglect

There’s something going on on the cardiac floor that you just… can’t quite put your finger on.

This isn’t the first hospital you’ve worked at, but you’re also new to urban healthcare, so you don’t want to rock the boat by being paranoid. But traffic from the cardiac floor is… steady. You’ve read the papers, know the stats like the back of your hand. And the cardiac floor is perfectly in line with expected trends. Every. Month.

There are fluctuations, of course. Plus or minus three to seven lives is nothing remarkable in cardiology. Macabre, maybe, but true. But that’s unnatural. In the seven months you’ve worked here, you’ve seen waves elsewhere in the hospital. The plastics floor had a month with zero deaths followed by a month of a persistent infection sweeping through the otherwise reasonably healthy patients. Oncology has seen a steady decline in patients sent your way, thank goodness. Even emergency and intensive care aren’t as fixedly consistent as the cardiac floor.

When you wonder about it aloud to the director, Dr. Martins just shrugs. “We have a good team up there. Very good at keeping things clean and double and triple checking their work.”

“But if that’s the case, then the number of deaths should be going down,” you point out.

Dennis gives you a rueful smile. “That’s not always how human bodies work, unfortunately. You know that.”

You do know that. Which is why the consistency grates against your nerves. So you decide to do a little digging.

The name that comes up the most often in the chart notes is one Kyle Garrick.

That’s actually not 100% accurate. He’s charting exactly the way he’s supposed to. And no nurse has complete, individual access to patients 24/7. But every dying patient he has access to is… perfect. Their blood work, labs, vitals, prognosis, medication adherence and refusal is almost too-the-letter, textbook precise.

The most obvious answer is that Garrick, and probably a couple of other nurses on the floor, are fudging the numbers.

The idea is infuriating. You hate the way the administrators keep changing medical record systems just as much as the next person, but inaccurate charting is a safety issue. People can, have, and do die because someone writes down the wrong timing for medications or assumes that a patient’s vitals are unchanged. If anything, this is probably worse than that. The fact that everything is so pristine probably means that some patients are just being written off. The nurses might be deciding who gets the excellent care the hospital is known for and who gets neglected.

You stay three hours late investigating the next cardio patient that ends up in your morgue.

After examining the body and reading, rereading, and re-re-re-reading his chart, you find it. A stutter in the dosages of blood thinners, a slightly higher blood pressure reading from someone who isn’t nurse Kyle fucking Garrick. Just enough evidence to have you testing the body with an aspirometer almost too late. And there it is. A fatal air embolism.

You want to scream, but the dead man doesn’t deserve that.

Three weeks later, sipping from your water bottle, someone calls into the office. “Knock knock.”

Dennis practically lights up. “"Good morning, Kyle. Been a bit since you've come to see us. Care for some tea?"

Your eyebrows shoot up. Dr Martins hates unexpected visitors. Then you look over your shoulder, and you understand. Even old queens aren't immune to pretty privilege. The man that’s leaning in the doorway is gorgeous. Maybe its because you work with dead bodies all day, but his eyes and skin seem to glow, even under the fluorescents.

"Can't," the man says, apologetically. "Just dropping someone off."

"Well, at least let me introduce our new nurse!"

The fact that you’re wiping crumbs off of your mouth over a paper plate is the only reason no one sees your face fall when you hear him say, “Nice to meet you. Kyle Garrick.”

#slasher handler #cod #fanfiction #dark fic #kyle gaz garrick #gaz appreciation nation #dragonnarrativewrites fanfiction #coffeeshop chats #please keep these requests coming because when they hit they HIT #i'm having so much fun #i promise im working on the next ghost part #but the giant weirdo is fighting me #gaz is much more cooperative and considerate

[13eyond13]

underrated funny thing about lawlight is they never actually did get to confirm that 100% of the time they were basically thinking exactly what the other person thought they were thinking every single time

#im thinking about this because of the relationship i have with one of my bosses #like hes extremely hard to read and doesnt make small talk but hes also considerate in quiet ways #so im always like guessing what hes thinking and feeling and wondering if hes trying to do the same back #but then im like am i just projecting onto him completely? making this all up in my head #hes giving nothing and im imagining everything. and you really dont want to make assumptions because it would be awkward to be wrong #for example a few times now things that i wondered if he was doing to make my life easier were actually just things he was doing #because he was secretly preparing to close up shop #so i was glad i never voiced my appreciation for his thoughtfulness out loud to him when i found out the truth lol #ANYWAYS unlike in my situation #the entire time whenever one of those two thinks one thing the other one is like 'i bet he's thinking this' and we the readers #look between their thought bubbles and go 'pffft he sure is what are you gonna do now' #its probably a good thing they went to mu because the afterlife couldn't handle all the smug sex theyd be having on every available surface #24/7/365 #lawlight #p

[brainlessbaguette]

Finished this doodle way sooner than expected but seriously who dressed Finn in the new show. I don't know whether to be scared or proud. This is our boy that wouldn't wear the lady armour even to save himself! (Note I have no idea what's happening in Fionna and Cake, it might not be OUR Finn, but still the statement stands)

LOOK AT HIM! THE JEANS ARE ROLLED UP! I LOVE IT!

Also a moment to appreciate the fact that the moment adult Finn puts back on the hat it looks like the same boy face we know + a fake beard slapped onto a GIANT man body. I think all the other times we've seen him older he wasn't wearing the exact same hat, and I now understand why. It's just so silly.

#Even with the hat Adult Finn is still hot tho #and I am so mad that I find him attractive #mostly because 13yr old me that crushed on younger Finn would 100% be flipping me off going “I told you so” #and I gotta just keep going with that knowledge #like the burden of my own existence wasnt enough #I missed the boys and that new trailer was dope #fionna and cake #adventure time #I know this was from the trailer but Im gonna tag this as spoilers just in case #spoilers #there I did my part #dont @ me about not being considerate #finn the human #finn mertens #jake the dog

[oifaaa]

No clue on ur policy on cursing but if you do not like it pls delete this ask and I’m sorry I cursed but the concept was so funny.

Batfam au where Damian accidentally ends in the past (by himself or if any of his siblings join is optional) and needs to quickly stop himself before calling Bruce, Father.

So on a slip up, he accidentally calls him Fuckboy instead, and has to continually use it.

I see this going one of two ways depending on how old Bruce is - if it's teenage angsty Bruce then there will be a fight which will result in Bruce getting his ass kicked bc teenage Bruce was just constantly looking for a fight but couldn't hope to win against Damian - if its Bruce post training/ early batman Bruce then he will recognise that Damian looks a mini talia and realise this kid is his son or maybe a younger sibling of talias either way calling him a fuckboy is definitely deserved

#ask #anon #im tickled that you think id be offended by swearing #its very nice and considerate of you #but does now just make me wonder #if theres people on this website with their swearing preferences in their bio #“like swears are okay but if i see one of you fucking cunts use the lords name in vain your getting blocked on sight” #...wait is god a swear #i was listening to songs in the background on youtube the other day #just letting the algorithm choose the next one #and i noticed one of the songs was like jumping weirdly #so i click onto it #and someone had uploaded a clean version of the song on youtube #which had taken out all the uses of “god” too #which was half the song lol #anyway this was a weird tangent #opps

[ghosttotheparty]

also on ao3

(cw: tics, bullying)

Eddie started shivering in seventh grade.

Even when it was hot, even when he was sweating and desperately wanted a non-rattly fan or a better air conditioner. They weren't normal shivers. He wasn't cold. But his shoulders would jerk or shake, or he would tremble for a second, and he didn't know what else it could have been. Others didn't question it for a while, because it started in October. Everyone was shivering. But by March, it hadn't stopped, and he had to explain himself when people gave him questioning looks or asked if he was okay. (Back when people cared.)

'S just a shiver, I'm fine.

He wasn't fine. It got worse over time. He got used to it, to the weird feeling that took over his body for a few seconds, got used to telling people he was cold, joking that he must be low on vitamins or iron, joking that in the future, someone is walking over his grave. But other people didn't get used to it. They thought he was weird. That was fine with him. Wayne realised something was wrong before Eddie started the tenth grade, because he wasn't just shivering anymore. His whole body was jerking sharply, suddenly, his shoulders drawing up, fists clenching. Eddie didn't question it. Wayne did.

It wasn't normal. But nothing about Eddie was normal. Wayne took him to see a doctor. The doctor make him do things, walk in a line, hold his arms out and push the doctor's hands away as hard as he could, follow a flashlight with his eyes without moving his head. It was all weird. It kind of scared Eddie. The doctor kept writing things in a notebook, and Eddie couldn't tell if he was doing well or not. But Wayne was there, watching and listening intently.

The doctor said he had tics. It sounded funny to Eddie, but then it wasn't funny, because the doctor didn't give him anything for it. He just said there wasn't anything really wrong with him. His brain just worked a little differently. (Which Eddie was already used to hearing.) That his tics could get better or go away as he got older, or they could get worse.

They got worse.

By the end of that summer, his arms were moving, flying over his head suddenly, randomly, and his head was jerking back so sharply it hurt. Wayne was worried about him getting whiplash. Eddie was worried about going to school.

That year, he became the freak.

At first, he tried to explain it to people. The movements were involuntary, he couldn't control them. Wayne contacted all his teachers, who mostly got it, but still preferred to make him sit in the hallway so he didn't distract the class. But the other students thought he was possessed, faking it for attention, and everything in between. They'd throw things at him, and complain to the teachers that he was distracting even when he wasn't moving, just to get him out of the room. They would mimic him, make fun of him, and by September, he learned that the tics get worse when he's upset. He could hear them all snickering and giggling as he shoved his hands under his legs and tucked his chin to his chest or held his shirt over his face, as he held his limbs tense so they wouldn't move, so tense he was exhausted and sore all the time, and then he'd go home and cry because he couldn't control his own body.

He'd have to sit on the sofa so when his head threw itself back, it would hit the back of the sofa instead of the wall, and Wayne would just wait, watching with that fucking sadness in his eyes that made Eddie ache even more. When it finally stopped, sometimes after a few minutes, sometimes after an hour or two, he was so exhausted he'd fall asleep right there on the sofa. He couldn't do his homework. His grades dropped even more, but he managed to keep himself afloat. He did the best he could, doing his homework early in the morning before school or in detention. (Some of his teachers thought he was faking. Mr Peterson was in charge of detention, and he was nice. Considerate. Eddie counted him as one of his few blessings.)

His tics got worse.

In December of his junior year, he started making noises. Short screams, grunts, quiet vocalizations. It scared him. He didn't want to go back to school, but he did. The laughter around him got louder, and he was sent out to the hallways more. He started skipping classes. He knew he'd be forced to leave anyway. So he'd sit in the boys' room, on top of a lidded toiler, his feet up on the stall door, and he'd leave cigarette burns on the walls.

Not everyone was awful. Some kids were just curious about him, asked why he acted the way he did, and he did his best to calmly explain it all. I can't help it, actually. It's just my brain works different. That turned into Eddie's brain's fucked. It's broken. He's a fucking--

So he used it. Eddie the Freak. Attention-seeking, desperate for people to notice him. So he started making devil horns, yelling from tabletops, making himself The Freak so no one could use it against him.

No one, not even Wayne, saw him cry at night, because the attention he got was never the attention he wanted. Because he was tired. So fucking tired. His limbs were sore and his voice was rough, and his neck hurt, and he was sick of being laughed at. But that was all he got.

He kept counting his blessings. Mr Peterson, who never minded Eddie's noises or the way his fists would bang against the table loudly in the silent room, who scolded the other detention-goers when they tried to tease. The Hellfire guys, who got used to his tics fairly quickly, and knew when to pause whatever they were doing if Eddie couldn't hear them over a scream or was distracted by his own body. That nice girl, Chrissy Cunningham, who would slip notes from the classes he missed or skipped into his locker or backpack with sweet smiles. (If Eddie wasn't gay, he would have fallen in love with her.) The other few students that ignored him when his tics acted up, just glancing and moving on. Wayne, bless his soul, who would come to the school to confront Eddie's teachers and complain to the principal about Eddie being mistreated by the staff.

And, oddly enough, Steve Harrington.

Eddie never saw it coming. It was a particularly bad day. He was at his locker, trying to line his books up, but a tic threw his hands up, and some books fell from his locker to the floor. He watched helplessly as papers scattered across the floor, as most students stepped around them, ignoring them, as some jocks trampled over them, over Chrissy's neat handwriting, his fists clenched at his sides. When they passed, he kneeled, picking up the books, and when he looked up, Steve Harrington was kneeling too, gathering the crumpled papers and carefully straightening them out.

He gave them to Eddie with a smile, and Eddie thought he might be dying, in some weird, upside-down dimension where Steve Harrington smiles at Eddie Munson. Eddie took them hesitantly, said thank you, and then he hit him.

He was mortified, almost dropping the papers again, jumping back as his whole body flushed with heat, staring at Steve's shoulder where his hand had just landed heavily, and he burst with a Fuck, I'm so sorry, oh my god--

But Steve had just laughed. Amazingly, it was a kind laugh, with sparkling eyes, and soft cheeks, and he said It's okay.

And then he was gone. Down the hall, after his friends, and Eddie realised his hands were trembling.

Steve kept smiling at him. Even when his friends were making fun of Eddie's Satanic cult, and of the way he couldn't keep still, and of his sad, broken brain. Even when Eddie's brain made him flip Steve off across the cafeteria, Steve saw how Eddie pulled his hand down sharply, and Steve just... laughed. Eddie fell in love with his laugh. It was kind, and it made Eddie feel better, even when he wanted to cry.

Steve graduated the next year. But he didn't leave Eddie alone. Eddie couldn't stop thinking about him, and his kind laugh, and his pretty eyes, and then the sheep Eddie adopted told him all about how cool and brave Steve was, and Eddie fell harder without even seeing him.

The world went to shit. But Eddie got to see Steve again.

Steve was still kind, even though the world was ending, and even during serious discussions, plan-making, how-to-save-the-world conversations, Eddie's tics kept going. His body jerked and shivered, and his head threw back, and his fists hit his own chest and shoulders, and he had to sit down. And Eddie found out that there are more kind people than he thought. When his tics slowed, Nancy wordlessly got him an ice pack to hold to his chest, and when he flung it across the room, Robin caught it with a casual oops, and brought it back to him. No one questioned him, or stared, or laughed, even though he knew how annoying he was.

When he woke up in the hospital, he hurt so badly he couldn't move. He just cried. Steve sat by his bed and held onto his hand. He was crying too. When Eddie stopped crying, Steve carefully slid his rings, clean of blood, onto his fingers.

This one goes here, right?

Yeah.

On the second day, his brain didn't care that he hurt. As Steve was telling him about what was going on with the others (Max was staying with the Sinclairs, Dustin's leg was almost healed), Eddie's hand smacked him across the face sharply, the sting of his rings bringing tears to his eyes before he even processed what happened. Steve wordlessly crawled onto the bed, carefully pulled Eddie against himself, and set a pillow over Eddie's lap for when his fists started hitting his legs. He'd just murmured those words, the first words he'd said to Eddie years ago.

It's okay. It's okay.

And he waited until Eddie's body fell lax against him before he carefully found Eddie's hand, laced their fingers, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Eddie was released from the hospital a few weeks later. He stayed in the Wheelers' basement for a few days until Steve's parents left town, for good this time, and then he moved into the Harrington house.

He likes it there. Steve is still kind. Always. He lets Eddie lay his head in his lap when his body hurts or won't stop moving, and he drags his fingers through his hair or holds a joint to his lips for him, and he smiles. (Eddie would go through the end of the world all over again for that smile.) When Eddie's head hits the wall while they're in the waiting room of the hospital for a checkup, Steve just shifts to face him and holds a hand up to the back of his head so his hand hits the wall instead, saying quietly that Eddie isn't allowed to beat his record number of concussions. He drives Eddie to Wayne's even though Eddie doesn't tic when he drives except for a few facial or vocal ones.

When Eddie whistles one night, Steve just smiles at him and says Was that a tic or are you hitting on me? and Eddie freezes, his face burning. Which would you prefer, pretty boy?

Steve kisses him.

And then Steve starts holding his hand even when he isn't having tics, even when they're with the Party. Eddie moves into Steve's room. (They always slept better when they accidentally fell asleep on the sofa together anyway.) Steve holds him when his tics are bad, and Eddie holds him during his migraines, pressing kisses as softly as he can to his forehead and his temples. Steve takes his hand when it moves to hit Eddie's face or chest. Eddie stands steady and holds Steve's hand to himself when he gets dizzy. Steve keeps ready-made ice packs in the freezer to hold to Eddie's chest and legs when they bruise from his fists. Eddie keeps his handwriting as neat as possible when he writes notes in case Steve forgets anything. When they wake up at night, breathless and sweaty and crying, the other is there, arms open, lips waiting.

One night Eddie says very softly, You know, they used to say my brain was broken.

Steve just says, Mine too.

#welcome to projection central #hand wrote this during a lecture today bc i was bored and realised a lot of ppl write/hc eddie as autistic and w adhd #but usually those are the only kinda neurodivergencies i see in fan content #(pretend thats a word) #but then i thought eddie having tics would make sense for his character and i have Experience to write from so #(disclaimer i was not bullied in school nor was i removed from classes (unless i left on my accord bc i wanted to hide in the bathroom)) #(some kids teased me or mimicked me or told me to 'do it again' but i dealt w them) #(and the one kid that was really a dick ended up being rly nice by the time we graduated he's cool) #(and i got lucky w my teachers i think they were all very sweet and considerate) #(but i thought this story would make sense and go along with eddies story in the canon) #anyway give eddie tics #anotther hc that his tics calm down/stop when he's playing guitar and playing d&d #mine arent as bad as they were in high school but back then (and on bad days now) they usually calm down #when im focused on something or doing something i enjoy (ie drawing or painting or st) #steddie #steddie oneshot #eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #steve harrington #steve harrington one shot #stranger things #stranger things one shot