#just give this dude a boyfriend and some therapy

[deluweil]

Here's the thing, I have nothing against Lou/Tommy, but the accessive enthusiasm of him returning and everyone already talking about him showing up for next season,

Which if any of you watched for the last 7 seasons, it is very possible because writers love to drag temps over to the next seasons because apparently breakups are for season beginners, mostly (except for taylor),

is very off-putting.

1. Because the dude literally just showed up and they haven't even had one worthy make out session to even call it a situationship.

2. Buck hurt Eddie physically to get into Tommy's mouth and pants, which ruined it for me from the start tbh and Tommy had nothing to do with it, he was just there.

3. Buck has made Maddie's day, his coming out party - that is a big NO in my book. Because one, dude you literally came out, what if you decide eventually that you don't want this or don't want this with this specific first-guy-ever anymore? And two SHE IS YOUR SISTER THE LEAST YOU CAN DO IS HAVE HER LEAVE ON HER HONEYMOON BEFORE YOU KILL YOUR PARENTS OF A HEART- ATTACK.

Even if they "seem accepting" to Buck’s face, this takes time to process, something better revealed in time and in private, once one is sure. Not thinking and talking about this the whole wedding!

And yes, I know, Buck is impulsive, but think for a second, would you want your baby brother to hijacke your wedding after so long of planning it? I know I would have killed him.

Would have told him in advance that if he's bringing his new boyfriend to my wedding, he better tell our parents first. Because this is my fucking day!

I love Buck, but his self-centered personality rubs me the wrong way this season.

Maybe because I wanted to see him growing the fuck up after 7 years and so many traumas and experiences and therapy that he went through, but nope, same old Buck, only instead of the dating the girl who gave him attention, he's seeing the guy who gave him attention.

It's annoying, it's off putting and frankly I am so mad at the writers and Tim for this because these characters deserved better.

And don't talk to me about representation because Shonda did the bi representation in Station 19 perfectly to the point that I was bummed that Travis and Eli didn't end up as endgame even though I loved Emmett with Travis.

Again somehow the 911 writers managed to taint for me what should have been and amazing experience, independent completely of buddie, but no they managed to not only mix Eddie and Buck with Tommy, the whole thing came at the expense of Eddie, physically and mentally, because not only did Buck not apologized to Eddie, Eddie also lost his new friend who now fawns over Buck.

So screw this storyline, I hate it and I hate how everyone is OK with everything that happened in the story, just because Buck is doing a dude(kissing really, there was no doing yet).

There's a lot of blocking in my future, most are just ppl who either came in now because of bi Buck or those who came from other disappointing fandoms and are just here for the rep not the actual story.

But some of us have been here since S1, we want the rep, but we want it to be complimenting, we want to fall in love with the character before it turns into a LI, we want the emotion, the connection, the obvious love building over several years.

Like Casey and Gabby and Severide and Stella, like Maya and Carina, like Travis and Emmett (even though I liked Eli better for him) like Sullivan and Natasha.

I want an emotional payout, give up the surprises, and the wrecked trucks and ships, just tell a good story!

And for the love of all that's holy, enough with the last-minute changes, those never turn out well in the long run. They literally started from scratch when they made the switch between Eddie and Buck.

Also in my opinion, Eddie had a LOT more chemistry with Lou/Tommy than Buck. It would have made so much more sense, in the catholic guilt and internal homophobia department, the nun and supposedly commitment issues was weak at best.

It could have been epic. 😩

And yes, Buck could have started the season single, no harm in that, maybe make him, I don't know, actually growing into something that he would like without someone else to pet his ego? Go back to therapy, work for the LT. exams, be interim captain, realize his worth and learn to love himself for him, not because someone else gave him attention and that made him preen, get him somewhere worthy. Even lessons with Tommy without involving Eddie in this would have been great.

Just something that shows character development, because up until now all I get is S2/S3 Buck and I've seen that movie before, I want my money back.

I realize this is harsh, and normally, I would stick to the light and fun and ignore the rest, but this had to be said out loud so I can go back to that.

That being said, as I said, I will watch Madney wedding purely for Madney. Anything else is just a bonus. I can't wait for that bachelor party and see wth happens to Chimney.

Happy Monday, my loves. ❤️

#venting #so done with all the bucktommy fawning #i like tommy but ppl you made him into some god he's not #he's just gay and hot for evan #not about buddie #but i am mad on eddie behalf #and that's before we even know what happened at that bachelor party #evan please for the love of god grow the fuck up #fuck who you want it will be hot I'm sure but fucking grow up #eddie diaz #evan buckley #tommy kinard #coming out party #911 spoilers #911 speculation #madney #I'm starting the let the buck grow up movement join me #911 abc

[regaliasonata]

I really want the whole team to be happy

Like, I understand what they were trying to do here with Amelia and Ollie. The whole rivals to lovers thing but I think it could've been handled a bit better tbh, I just see Amelia more as the supportive friend (though I'm all for everyone liking whatever pairing they want, I just want one of the dudes on the team to be with another dude...will that happen in Cosmic Fury, please?)

Personally he's more gay coded in my mind, I mean come on you cannot tell me that a guy who dresses like this and acts out like he does is fully straight. Or maybe it's just the look he has...if that even makes sense.

Idk just give me one gay duo to go with Izzy and Fern and I'll be fine

#power rangers #power rangers dino fury #dino fury #power rangers cosmic fury #cosmic fury #ollie akana #zayto #amelia jones #javi garcia #aiyon #izzy garcia #just give this dude a boyfriend and some therapy #like what ship you like

[lovettesgem]

hobie hcs bc yes

he’s a walking enemies to lovers trope (no, i do not take constructive criticism) 

he absolutely adores his electric guitar + electric guitar supplies (picks, amp, etc) and would NEVER let anyone else touch them under any circumstance. 

so when he finds you (either as accidentally or purposefully) touching his electric guitar / amp without prior permission, he’s almost on the verge of murdering you. Almost. 

he finds out he isn’t as mad as he thought he’d be, and when he digs deeper as to why, he finds out it’s because *you’re* the one touching it 

this is the moment in yall’s rivalry where he finds out he’s kinda sorta probably possibly maybe definitely in love with you 

and the realization hits him like a TRUCK 

so now he’s only okay with you, and on occasion pavitr touching his shit aside from him ofc 

he’s an absolute tech god and we def see that in the movie. I feel like if you ever break something, techy or not, he’d fix it for you for free bc 1) it’s u, and 2) fuck capitalism

it’s so random bc not once has he mentioned that he’s remotely into tech or fixes tech, but then one day you’re complaining about how your phone isn’t working or how your glasses keep getting cracked and he just ??? fixes it for you?? in five minutes max?? 

he isn’t really the jealous type?? At least not after yall get together. Before that though, he’s a fucking mess but won’t show it bc he’s just cool like that yk. 

like before yall get together he pretends he’s not even remotely into you and that you flirting and feeling up another dude is the least interesting thing that’s ever happened ever but trust and believe he’s hyperfocusing on you and the dude from the corner of his eye 

feels a whirlwind of emotions inside 

def gives the dude the stank eye when he leaves 

how yall confessed and got together is a miracle 

he loves watching you beat other people’s ass for some reason. He knows you’re super strong and independent, and that’s really attractive to him. (plus you look hot all cocky and with a few bruises here and there yk) 

lowkey likes getting his ass beat. again, he knows you’re really strong and independent so sometimes he likes pissing you off just to have you whoop him. (pls step on him he’s convinced himself is capitalism-free alternative to therapy) 

LOVES SKINSHIP. I feel like he’s more likely to shower larger displays of physical and verbal affection in private, and in public he’s more reserved comparatively but still fairly affectionate! Likes having his arm around your shoulder, holding your hand and kissing it, yk? 

no but sometimes miguel will get on his nerves and he will absolutely be disgustingly affectionate with you just to get even 

or sometimes some bozo will try to hit on you knowing full well you have a boyfriend so he will just ??? walk up to you?? And turn your face towards him??? And make out with you in front of the dude??? 

needless to say you were never bothered by him again 

is an absolute softie and loves romcoms, romance novels, etc. one of his favorite moments is just laying with you on the couch all comfortable, covered in fluffy blankets, eating ice cream and being emotionally invested in the romcom in front of you and binge watching the entire show in one sitting 

finding out your favorite songs and creating a personalized / rock version of them just for you is one of his many love languages. loves to change the lyrics to include inside jokes or moments only you two shared and know about too. 

is very naturally accepting of all people, regardless of their background and identity and we know that. So i feel like if you come and talk to him about anything or tell him that you’re queer, neurodivergent or anything, he’d take it really well and be super supportive 

if anyone is insulting towards you or being bigot to you, he would absolutely hand their ass to them and he’d do it again just in case they didn’t get the message the first time. 

all in all: hobie bf of the year 

#hobie brown #hobie fluff #hobie spiderverse #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #astv hobie #hobie x reader #spiderverse x y/n #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x reader #spider punk #spider punk x reader #spider punk fluff #spider punk hobie brown #spider punk x you #spider punk x y/n #spider punk my beloved #spider punk atsv #spiderpunk #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown atsv #hobie brown imagine #hobie brown spider punk #across the spiderverse #spiderman atsv #atsv x you #atsv x reader #atsv x y/n #hobie atsv #hobie headcanons

[munson-blurbs]

Chapter 5: You Don't Even Know

Collaboration with my one and only, @corroded-hellfire 💚

Series Summary: Based on the Jonas Brothers song of the same name. You and Eddie share a hospital room in the wake of Hawkins' turmoil, striking up an unlikely friendship that could lead to much more.

Chapter Summary: The road ahead after your surgery is not as smooth as you'd hoped. That means only one thing: boyfriend Eddie to the rescue.

Warnings: eventual smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), Eddie survives the Upside Down, hospital, mentions of surgery, angst, hurt/comfort, body image issues, therapy session

WC: 6.3k

Divider credit to @firefly-graphics

You take a deep breath before you speak. This could be the end of everything; your relationship with Eddie fizzling out faster than it sparked. With just one confession, you could destroy the best thing that ever happened to you. Yet something pushes you to forge ahead; you’re unsure if it’s courage or stupidity. 

“My cousin’s been staying with us,” you start. “She’s never been nice to me; kind of a bully, actually. The night of the…earthquake…she asked me if I was still dancing, and when I said yes, she just laughed and said, ‘I thought ballerinas were supposed to be skinny.’

“I went to the studio that night—I know where the owner keeps her spare key—and I brought a bottle of vodka with me. I just sat there and drank until the room was spinning, trying to forget what she said. And then everything started shaking and rattling, and by the time I realized it wasn’t just in my head, a beam fell from the ceiling and landed right on my leg.” The confession pours out of you, shame filling your body until it’s too stifling to ignore. “It sounds so stupid now that I say it out loud.”

Eddie rests his hand on top of yours, giving a little squeeze. “‘S not stupid, baby,” he murmurs, rubbing his thumb along your trembling knuckles. “I mean, I completely disagree with you, but that’s because I can clearly see how gorgeous you are.”

“Eddie…” you resist the urge to roll your eyes at his compliment, but the whine in your voice gives away your disbelief. 

“No, I’m serious. But I get it, I think.” He scrunches his nose in contemplation. “Because the thought of you seeing my scars, like, up close and personal…make me so fuckin’ nervous.” He uses his free hand to tug at the hem of his shirt as though he’s subconsciously trying to cover himself up more. 

You shake your head. “It’s impossible for any part of you to not be beautiful,” you tell him. Just the thought of him without his shirt on makes you flush with warmth, reminding you of another reason you wish your injuries could just heal. 

“Well, Sunshine, now you know how I feel about you.” Eddie leans in and plants a smacking kiss on your lips, punctuating it with a mwah! “Beautiful, beautiful, my beautiful girl.”

“I just can’t believe that a guy like you thinks I’m beautiful,” you muse, equally to yourself and to him. 

Your boyfriend—God, it feels good to refer to him like that—stares at you incredulously. “A guy like me?” he scoffs. 

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Um, kinda?” Eddie gives a little laugh. “I mean, I’m a decent dude, but I’m not some cool, macho guy like…I dunno, Steve Harrington, or something.”

You squeeze his hand and smile. “Don’t want Steve Harrington. I want Eddie Munson: the sweetest, bravest, most incredible man I’ve ever met.” You cock your head teasingly. “Unless you think I should be with Steve? I mean, since he’s so cool and everything—”

“Nope!” Eddie chirps, bringing your hand to his mouth and fake biting it with his lips. “All mine. Forever. No refunds.” The brightness in his eyes fades to concern when he notices that you’ve stopped giggling. “Talk to me, babe. ‘S okay.”

You purse your lips in an attempt to stave off the tears. “I just…I can’t believe I ruined my dream because of some bullshit comment.”

Eddie kisses your palm, sending tingles down your spine. “Hey, hey…there’s still hope. Don’t throw it away yet, baby. You’ve got one more surgery plus physical therapy. And your beautiful boyfriend will be there with you every step of the way.”

Giving him a small smile, you bring Eddie’s hand up to your lips and press kisses on any inch of skin not covered by his chunky rings. “Promise? Promise that my beautiful boyfriend will be there?”

“I’ll be cheering you on the whole time. Might even bring pom poms and everything.”

That gets a small burst of laughter out of you, which Eddie takes as a win. He laces his fingers with yours and runs his thumb over the soft skin on the back of your hand. 

“Everything is going to be okay,” he vows. 

After Eddie leaves (he has to practically be chased out by the hospital staff), you’re sitting in your room and flipping through a magazine from January 1982. There’s a soft knock at the door, and you look up with a genuine smile. 

Mandy walks over to you, stapled sheets of paper in her outstretched hand. 

“What’s that?”

She smiles kindly. “Given the nature of your injuries and the trauma from your second surgery, Dr. Sanoj is recommending that you speak to a therapist,” she explains. “There’s a signed referral and a list of recommended—”

“Don’t need it,” you interrupt coldly. You feel bad; the nurse hasn’t done anything to warrant such a frigid attitude, but you can’t bite it back. “I’m fine. I just need to get through this last surgery and I’ll be on my way.”

“Okay,” Mandy says, keeping her grin a bit more tight-lipped, “well, I’ll just leave it here,” she places it on the dresser with a small pat, “in case you change your mind.”

The second she leaves, you lunge for the papers, crinkling them into a ball and tossing them in the nearby trash can. Therapy? It isn’t bad enough that your leg is busted; now they think there’s something wrong with your brain, too? No, you don’t need therapy. You need to be home, in your own bed, getting back to life as you once knew it. Therapy is only going to keep you stuck in the past; you need to move forward. 

When Eddie walks into your room the next morning, it brings a much needed smile to your face. Sleeping in a hospital is next to impossible, and now after so long like that, you’re pretty sure you don’t remember what a good night’s rest feels like. 

“There’s my girl,” Eddie says as he takes a seat in the chair next to your bed. “How ya feeling today?”

“Better now,” you tell him. He slips his hand into yours and leans back as you channel surf, trying to find something decent to watch. “It’s a shame the soaps aren’t on during the weekends.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I can recount everything you’ve missed,” Eddie says, throwing you a wink. He leans even farther back, the chair resting on just its back two legs when something catches his notice in his peripheral vision. Lowering the chair, he takes a proper look at what caught his eye, and sees a few pieces of crumpled paper in the trash can. It’s mostly too folded and creased to see what they are, but the word “therapists” is bolded on a crinkle facing his direction. 

Eddie doesn’t want to be nosy, but his curiosity gets the better of him and he pulls the paper ball from the garbage. You’re too focused on the episode of Alf and laughing at the alien puppet making another joke about eating a cat to notice Eddie smoothing out the papers in his lap. 

“Sunshine?”

“What, you’ve never seen Alf?” you ask, never taking your eyes off of the television. “He’s not actually going to eat any cats.”

“No, it’s just…what’s this?”

Turning your head away from the screen, your face drops when you see what Eddie’s been looking at. It was bad enough the hospital staff thought that you had something wrong with your brain, now your new boyfriend is going to see all this and think it too. 

“They, uh… Um, Mandy brought me that yesterday. I guess the doctor wanted me to talk about all the shit that’s gone down with a therapist.” You shrug, leaning back against your pillows. “But I don’t need that.”

Eddie doesn’t want to push you. He knows you’re a grown woman who can make her own decisions, but he’s worried. 

“You need to take care of yourself, baby.” Eddie sighs and gives your hand a squeeze. “Please.”

Frowning, you look down at the papers in his lap and then back up to his face. “Why do you think I’m not taking care of myself? I’m in the hospital. Where else could I go to get better taken care of?”

“No,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “I mean, mentally.”

A bubble of anger starts to grow in your chest. “Why does everyone think I’m crazy?”

“Sunshine, no one thinks you’re crazy. There’s just been so much happening in such a short period of time. You’ve experienced a rollercoaster of emotions and this could help you feel better.”

“Eddie, there are people who lost their homes. Their loved ones. Why would a therapist want to talk to someone who’s only hurt because she was wasted at the wrong time?”

“Baby,” Eddie says, his voice kind but firm. “I don’t want to fight with you. I just…I’d like you to reconsider. This isn’t because anyone thinks you’re crazy. I promise. It’s because you’ve been through a lot, sweetheart. Yeah, a lot of us have, but I’m concerned about you right now. It would make me feel better.”

You don’t intend to snap at him. He’s only trying to look out for you, and you know that. But it also feels like he isn’t listening to you and it’s frustrating. “Why don’t you go to therapy then?”

“I…I do.”

That shuts you up. Shame fills your body as you shift yourself on the bed. You were just crapping all over therapy and talking about it being for crazy people when your perfectly wonderful boyfriend sees a therapist. 

“I didn’t know that,” you admit in a soft voice. 

“Well,” Eddie says, scratching the back of his neck. “‘S not like it’s something I go around talking about to hot girls I’m forced to be roommates with.”

His humor takes some of the sting out of the shame. He can’t be too upset with you then. 

“I started going after my dad left. All the social workers said it would be a good idea for me. I begged Wayne not to take me ‘cause I didn’t wanna spend time with some strange adult that I didn’t know. Besides…I felt the same way as you. Like, I have my uncle, who actually takes care of me. Why should a shrink waste her time talking to me when she could be helping kids who didn’t have anyone? But I’ll tell you what. It helped. I became less angry, more happy. Therapy turned me into the sexy goofball you see here before you.”

A small laugh bubbles out of you and it brings a smile to Eddie’s face. 

“Please, baby?” Eddie gives you his best puppy dog eyes and you let out an annoyed groan.

“You know I’m a sucker for those eyes! That’s not fair. But fine. Yes, I will go to therapy.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Eddie picks up your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. “I’m proud of you.”

“I didn’t do anything yet,” you argue, but he just silences your protest by pushing his lips against yours. You melt into him, reveling in the warmth you feel when he’s near. 

“So, how are you feeling today?”

Well, isn’t that the million dollar question. 

You look at the therapist, Sophie, sitting in the chair opposite the sofa you’re slouched into. “I dunno.”

You expect her to purse her lips, maybe peer over her glasses in admonishment, but she just nods. “Makes sense. You’ve been through a lot. It’s normal for our emotions to be scattered after a while.”

“Mhm,” you chew on the thought, trying to hide your surprise. “Sometimes…like, okay, I have this boyfriend. His name is Eddie, and we actually met here. In the hospital.”

Sophie offers an encouraging smile. “Tell me about Eddie.”

And so you do. You tell her everything—minus the whole alternate dimension ordeal—noticing the way your lips tug upwards as you describe how loving and caring he is. 

“But even with him, it’s like…things that made me happy just…don’t anymore. And I don’t wanna pretend like I’m happy when I’m sad, but I also don’t wanna constantly bring him down, y’know?”

“Absolutely. Have you talked to Eddie about this?”

“Kind of? He’s the one who encouraged me to see you, actually,” you admit. “I’m not used to asking people for help.”

Sophie nods again, kindness evident in her expression. “It’s hard to do. But I promise you, you’re stronger because of it. And talking to a therapist also allows you to talk to Eddie about happier things, because your mind won’t be so preoccupied.”

You consider this. “I never thought about it that way,” you muse. “Thank you.”

“That’s my job.” Sophie grins. “Now, whenever you’re ready, we can talk about your injury.”

There’s a long pause before you speak again, swallowing slowly. “Okay,” you finally say. “I’m ready.”

In the week since you began therapy you don’t feel like your journey is over by any means. But there’s a certain lightness about you. It could be just knowing that Sophie is kind and compassionate and willing to listen to you. Maybe it’s because, like she said, you could talk with Eddie about happier things now. Whatever it is, it’s led you to feeling more prepared for your final surgery. 

Laying in your bed in your room, your mom and Eddie sit with you while you wait for them to bring you down to the operating room. Your mom works on some knitting where she sits near the foot of the bed, and Eddie holds your hand from his spot up near your head. 

“This is it,” Eddie says, giving your hand a squeeze. “After this, it’s a few days in recovery and then you get to go home.”

Shrugging one shoulder, you reply, “But I’ll still have, like, a million years of PT.”

“And I’ll be cheerin’ you on the whole time. Pom-poms and everything.” 

The mental picture of Eddie shaking pom-poms while you’re trying to get strength back in your leg has you letting out a small giggle. 

“What’s so funny?” your boyfriend asks.

“Nothing,” you answer. “Just glad to have my own personal cheerleader.”

“Well, you need some motivation. If it’s not me coming up with little dance routines to entertain you, what would it be?” Eddie’s smirk is playful and it makes you want to kiss it off his face. Which reminds you of what that other motivation could be. 

“I think I’ll be plenty motivated,” you tell him in a hushed tone. “Gotta get some strength back so you and I can have some fun.”

Eddie’s eyes widen and it takes everything in him not to look over his shoulder at your mom. But the way his eyes dart in her direction has you basically reading his thoughts. Are you crazy? In front of your mother?

“Uh,” Eddie says with an awkward chuckle. “You and I have fun all the time, Sunshine.”

Your mom’s voice startles the both of you. “We both know that’s not what she means.”

The door to your room opens and two orderlies come in to wheel you down for surgery.

“Oh, thank God,” you breathe out, willing your face to cool down. 

“We’ll be right here when you wake up,” Eddie promises, and your mom squeezes your hand, careful of the IV. “Just, maybe wake up a little faster this time?”

You giggle and roll your eyes. “I’ll do my best.”

Eddie looks like he wants to say something else, but he just manages a tiny smile before the nurses take you into the OR. 

Breathe in, breathe out. Just a few more hours and I’ll be reunited with Eddie. 

“Sunshine? Sunshine, are you awake?”

The sound of Eddie’s voice sounds too distant, and you practically have to claw your way out of the anesthesia fog back to reality’s surface. 

“I think she’s starting to wake up,” you hear him saying, though you’re not sure who he’s talking to. “Sunshine, take your time, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

You take that as permission to fall back to sleep, body not yet ready to shake off the drowsiness. When you wake up again, your throat feels like sandpaper. 

“E-Eddie?” you manage, wincing at the scratchiness in your voice. 

“Sunshine,” he breathes a slow exhale of relief, rushing to your bedside. He grabs your hand and rests his forehead against it. “Baby, oh, thank fucking God. I was so scared you wouldn’t wake up again.”

You use your tongue to coat your chapped lips with whatever saliva you can, though it isn’t much. “Water.” It’s all you can choke out. 

Eddie nods, reaching under his seat and grabbing a half-full bottle of Poland Spring. “Hope you don’t mind my cooties,” he jokes lamely, but you’re too parched to even pay attention. You chug the remaining water as quickly as you can, which isn’t too fast, considering all of your muscles are still weakened. 

“Th-Thanks,” you mumble as he takes the empty bottle from you. “Was it…did it work?”

Eddie smiles. “Doc said it was a success. Just a couple months of PT and you’ll be good as new.”

“‘Good as new?’” you question disbelievingly. 

His cheeks tinge pink. “Okay, maybe that’s just me hyping you up. But the rest of it was word-for-word.” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “‘M so glad you’re okay, Sunshine. Don’t wanna lose you now that you’re mine.”

You squint to try and read the clock hanging on the wall. “What time is it?”

“3:45 AM.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. “How are you still awake?!”

Eddie chuckles, kissing your hand. “Your mom and I have been taking turns grabbing coffee. That’s actually where she is now.” 

As if on cue, your mom appears with two steaming paper cups, one in each hand. She almost drops them both when she sees you. Her eyes well with tears, and she’s rendered speechless, putting down the coffee cups to pull you into a hug. 

“Hi, Mom,” you say as she squeezes you gently in her arms. 

“Oh, my baby,” she coos. Reluctantly, she lets go and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You look good! And the doctor said that everything—”

“Eddie told me,” you say with a sheepish grin. “Can I, um, have one of those coffees?”

Both your mom and Eddie give you skeptical looks. Eddie cocks an eyebrow while your mother crosses her arms over her chest; a long cry from the loving embrace you just received. 

“Coffee? Sweetheart, you just got out of surgery,” your mom says, as if you’d forgotten.

“Yeah, and they make you fast before surgery, not after,” you retort. 

“Why do you want coffee?” Eddie asks. 

Shrugging your shoulders, you find that your muscles are more tense and stiff from laying down so long than you’d previously thought. “Wanna stay up and talk with you guys.”

“You need coffee for that?” your mom questions, slightly defensive. 

“When I’m tired I do,” you grit out, getting a little irritated by all the questions. You just want some damn coffee, you’re not asking them to score you some cocaine or anything. 

“Sunshine,” Eddie says in that tone of voice that begs you to agree with him. “You need to rest. Your body’s just been through a lot—not to mention all it’s been through before. Either me or your mom will always be here when you wake up. You don’t have to talk with us now. Try and get some sleep.”

The instinct is to push back, to challenge him that you know your body and what it can handle. But between his adamant voice, him having a point, plus the fact that you really are tired, you cave. Settling back against your pillows—but not without a small huff so they’re both aware of your dissatisfaction—you make yourself comfortable in the small hospital bed. After a moment of deliberation, you hold your hand out towards Eddie.

“Compromise. I’ll try and sleep if you hold my hand until I get there.”

A soft smile overtakes Eddie’s features as he slips his ring-clad hand into your own. “I think I can live with that arrangement.”

The hospital needs to keep you for a few more days before you can be discharged. You can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel, but you feel like you have to run for it and running isn’t something you’re capable of at the moment. The good news is that you’ve been moved back into your old room and get to share with Max again. Her condition has definitely improved since you last saw her, but you didn’t know her before any of this so it’s hard to tell if she’s back to her usual self or not. The way she teases Eddie for never leaving your side has you thinking this is her regular ol’ personality shining through. 

Someone comes in everyday to help you with physical therapy. Sometimes it’s a breeze, other times you want to punch the poor guy helping you when he says, “Just five more minutes!”

You do all of this on a leg that was shattered not too long ago, you think bitterly. See how slow five minutes really is. 

“So, I haven’t seen this physical therapist guy,” Max says one day after your session, “but I’m guessing he has two perfectly good legs that weren’t crushed and operated on?”

“You would be correct,” you say as you resituate yourself in bed. Asshole, you think—even though you know it’s not true and he’s a very nice man.

“Wait, me or the guy?” Max asks. Oh, shit. You must’ve said it out loud by accident.

“Never you, Max. Sometimes I feel you’re the only one who gets me,” you tell her.

“Hey, I take offense to that,” Eddie says as he strolls into the hospital room, a gaggle of four teenage boys and one girl following in behind him. He plants a smacking kiss to your scalp and you giggle. “How’re you doing, Red?” he asks Max. 

“Pretty good,” she says, a smile tugging on her lips. She pauses for a second. “Not as good as you two, though,” she adds mischievously. 

Before you can ask her to elaborate, one of the boys takes her hand and kisses her cheek, and you watch her melt in his embrace. That must be Lucas, you surmise. 

“Yep, this is Lucas,” Max chirps, beaming. It’s almost as if she—

“Hey, Casanova,” a scrawny, floppy haired boy calls from behind Eddie, “you wanna introduce us to your girlfriend?”

Eddie grins. “Yeah, of course. Guys, this is Sunshine. My girlfriend.” He enunciates the title proudly. “Sunshine, this is Mike Wheeler and Lucas Sinclair. You’ve already had the displeasure of meeting Henderson,” he stops to see Dustin flip him the bird, “and these are two of their friends, Will Byers and Jane Hopper. But, uh, I’ve been told that she also goes by El.”

“Nice to meet you all.” You offer your real name, trying to keep Sunshine as Eddie’s special nickname for you. “Eddie never stops talking about how amazing his friends are, so it’s great to put faces to the names.”

“Well, Eddie hasn’t stopped telling us about this incredible girl he calls Sunshine,” Lucas says from Max’s bedside, teasing Eddie more than you. “We figured we should get to know her for ourselves.”

“And see if she was real,” Mike pipes up, the tiniest semblance of a grin on his face. 

Eddie throws his arms up in exasperation. “Jesus H. Christ! I mean, Henderson met her, and you still didn’t believe me?”

“I knew she was real,” Dustin offers, raising two fingers slightly. 

“Thank y—”

“However, you guys weren’t dating then, so I needed confirmation that she’s actually your girlfriend.”

Eddie grits his teeth and rolls his eyes. “I hate you all so much.”

The boy who Eddie introduced as Will Byers gives you a small smile. “You’re a dancer, right?”

“I used to be,” you murmur, trying not to think of how basic flexibility tasks are now too strenuous for you to complete. “Maybe I will be again someday.”

El sits by your bedside and gently touches your hand before glancing up at Eddie. “She is beautiful,” she says to him, and Eddie’s entire face flushes pink. 

“Okay, thank you all for thoroughly embarrassing me,” Eddie grumbles. “Why don’t you little sheep go take Red on a field trip to the cafeteria so I can get some time with my girl?”

Mike frowns. “But I’m not—”

“Wheeler, I swear to Ozzy that if you try and say you’re not hungry, I’m going to tell every girl in this town about the time you accidentally wore one of Nancy’s blouses to school.”

That gets them moving, the gang helping Max into a wheelchair. As she approaches Eddie, she reaches out to him pulls him close enough for her to whisper. 

“Just tell her, you idiot,” she says firmly. 

Eddie’s startled by her frankness. “Tell who, what?”

“Tell Sunshine that you love her.”

“How did you—okay, we’re gonna need to talk about this later,” he stammers, ushering the kids out into the hallway. He plops on top of the hospital bed and leans up, kissing you until you’re smiling too hard to continue. 

“I like your friends,” you tell him once your lips part. “Especially Lucas. He seems really sweet with Max.”

“Yeah, that boy’s got it bad,” Eddie jokes, hoping you don’t call him out on his hypocrisy. 

Luckily, you seem to skim over Eddie’s own head-over-heels behavior. “Speaking of Max—what did she say to you when she was leaving?”

“N-Nothing, just some weird freshman humor I guess,” he stammers. Now would be the opportune moment to admit his true feelings, but he can’t work up the courage. Soon, he tells himself. I’ll tell her soon. 

The day that seemed like it would never come has finally arrived. Your discharge papers should be brought up at any moment for you to sign off on, then you’re good to go. It’s been so long you almost forget what your own bedroom looks like. What you do remember is that your bed is big enough to fit both you and Eddie in it. 

Speak of the devil… Eddie plops down next to you where you’re seated on your hospital bed. A flowy sundress was the easiest item to get on without irritating your legs and your boyfriend hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you since he’s seen it. 

“Excited to be going home?” Max asks from her bed.

“I am,” you say. “It feels weird, honestly. I haven’t even seen the sun in months, except for what peeks through the window. Now I get to actually step outside.”

“Well,” Eddie says. “You can be wheeled out into the sun. Hospitals won’t just let you walk out.” 

“They need to stop fussing over me—they’ve done it long enough,” you say, waving a dismissive hand towards the larger hospital outside your door. 

“Now it’s my turn,” Eddie says, tugging down the sleeve of your dress to press a soft kiss to your shoulder. The feeling of his lips on your skin sends a shiver up your spine, which Eddie notices with a look of glee. 

“Ya know,” you say, nudging Eddie gently in the ribs. “You and Wayne can come stay at my house. I know the trailer’s almost all fixed up now and that you might be able to move back in a few weeks, but at my place at least you’d have a real bed instead of Gareth’s couch. And Wayne would have the whole guest room and bathroom to himself.”

Eddie’s brow pinches in slight confusion. “You only have the one guest room, though, right? So, how would I also have a bed?”

“Oh my God,” Max groans. “I’m pretty sure your girlfriend is saying you can sleep in her bed with her, Loverboy.”

Eddie’s face tinges with pink as he looks from her to you. “I-Is that what you meant?”

“Yeah,” you say, a shy smile quirking up the corners of your mouth. “Only if you want to, of course. I get it if you’d rather stay with your best friend and not want to lug all your stuff around when you’re just going to have to do it again in a few weeks.”

“No, no,” Eddie says quickly, shaking his hand as he lifts your hand in his own. “I would love to come stay with you. Gareth’s great but if I have to try and fall asleep to him playing his damn video games on more time, I’m gonna shove his drumsticks somewhere in his body. And his mom’s been driving Wayne crazy, too. She doesn’t like having beer in the house and she practically force feeds the man vegetables when all he wants is meat.” 

“Guess we’ll be roomies again, huh?” The smile is starting to ache your cheeks, but you couldn’t care less. Eddie goes to reply, but he’s cut off by Mandy stepping into the room with a clipboard full of papers. 

“And here we are,” the peppy nurse says. “Everything is all good to go and I just need you to sign by the X’s.”

“Gladly,” you murmur as you practically snatch the pen off of the clipboard. 

“And your chariot awaits,” Mandy says once you hand the completed papers back to her. An orderly comes in pushing a wheelchair and Eddie’s quick to help you get settled in it. 

“Oh,” you say when Eddie begins to start pushing you. When you gesture towards Max, he wheels you over so you’re able to take the girl’s pale hand in your own. “I really liked being your roommate, Max. And as long as I can get someone to schlep me around, I’ll be here to visit you. And when you get out, we’re gonna come up with schemes to get our boyfriends to buy us stuff.” This is said with a mischievous sparkle in your eye as you glance up at Eddie.

“I already have a few tricks that work for that,” Max says. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you my ways.”

You chuckle and give her hand a soft squeeze before letting Eddie wheel you out of the room and out of the hospital for your first time in months. So much has happened and changed since you first went in. You have all these new friends and the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. The dark days you’ve gone through would have been far darker were it not for them. 

“How is it?” Eddie asks as he helps you into your mom’s car. It was much easier to get you into this than up in Eddie’s van with your injuries. “Life on the outside?”

“You make it sound like I was serving time in a prison.”

“As you should, you thief.” Eddie closes the passenger side door before you can ask him what he means, but he picks right back up where he left off when he slides into the driver’s seat. “For stealing my heart.”

“Oh, Jesus,” you say through a laugh. “I notice you save the corny and cheesy stuff until we’re alone.”

“Well, duh,” Eddie says as he starts the car. “Can’t have everyone knowing the resident freak is a moony-eyed schoolboy over his girlfriend.”

“Schoolboy, huh?” you question with a smirk. “Wouldn’t happen to have a uniform, would you?”

“Who would’ve thought my Sunshine is kinky?”

You slowly lean over to kiss the spot below his ear. “Just wait until I get the all clear from the doctor,” you tease. 

“Fuck, Sunshine,” Eddie hisses, adjusting himself in his pants. “Y’can’t do this to me.” 

“Sorry,” you shrug, leaning back in the seat and getting comfortable, or as comfortable as you can be given the throbbing in your leg. 

“Real convincing,” he grumbles, but he presses a wet kiss to your cheek before pulling away from the hospital. With the building literally and figuratively in the rearview mirror, a weight is lifted from your shoulders. You’re free. 

Well, almost. 

Though you’re no longer bound to the hospital, you still have physical therapy three times a week. It’s exhausting and often disheartening, especially compared to your agility before the accident. 

Eddie, as always, is your saving grace. He’s with you every step of the way. Usually, his enthusiasm motivates you, but on one particular day, your frustration gets the better of you. 

You’re trying—and utterly failing—to keep your balance on your bad leg when Eddie calls out, “you got this, babe; I believe in you!”

“Stop it!” you snap, putting your weight back on your stronger foot. “Just…just stop lying to me, Eddie!” Tears well up in your eyes, and you hastily brush them away. 

His brows crease in confusion. “I’m not lying to you,” he insists, hopping off of the equipment he’s been sitting on. “Sunshine, you’re amazing. I can’t believe how much progress you’ve made.”

“It’s true,” your physical therapist, Paul, pipes up. “You’ve exceeded all expectations. It’s remarkable, actually.”

“Then why can’t I even balance on this foot? I used to be able to do pirouettes and a la seconds without a problem, and now I’m hobbling around like a little old lady!” At this rate, you’d never be able to make a comeback to dance. You’d be lucky if you could walk without tripping over your own feet. 

Eddie takes your hands in his, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You’ve gotta cut yourself some slack,” he gently reminds you. “You’re only human—a human who happened to be injured in a serious, um, earthquake.” His eyes meet Paul’s and they share a moment of recognition before the therapist gives you two a moment of privacy. 

“Sunshine, come here.” Eddie takes a seat in a chair and gently maneuvers you into his lap. One of his arms wraps securely around your waist while the other traces patterns on top of your sweatpant-covered thigh. “I know you’re frustrated. Have you been talking about it in therapy?”

“Yeah,” you say. There’s a moment of you picking at the collar of Eddie’s Dio t-shirt before you continue speaking. “Sophie encourages me. But we also talk about what life would be like if I never get back to my old strength.”

“And what would that look like?” Eddie asks.

Sighing, you shake your head before burying it in Eddie’s neck. “Don’t wanna talk about it,” you mumble against his skin. 

“Hey.” Eddie rubs one hand soothingly up and down your back. “You’re still you no matter what, sweetheart. I know you want to get back to where you were before the accident, but even if you can’t, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“I know,” you say. And logically, you do. But the emotional part of your brain can’t seem to accept that. It’s revolting against the idea of you not being the immaculate dancer that you were before. But you’ve been through a lot and you need to give yourself grace—dear lord, Sophie’s words are starting to sink in. 

“I fell for you when you couldn’t even get out of your bed,” Eddie reminds you. “I didn’t give a shit one way or the other because I was too busy looking at how beautiful you are and mesmerized by your kindness.”

“Eddie,” you say with a shake of your head. 

“What? You don’t believe me? Trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. I just think you’re trying to make me feel better,” you admit with a shrug. 

“I mean, I am, but only by telling you the truth. Sunshine, I don’t think you understand everything that you’ve done for me. When I was rolled into that room, everyone thought I was a murderer, but you were nice to me from the moment I came to. You gave me your jello, for Christ sake. You were so kind. You didn’t even hesitate.”

“You helped me too, you know.” Moving your gaze up from the pale expanse of his neck, you meet his eyes as you look up at him from beneath your eyelashes. “Every single time I felt like crying, you made me smile. I couldn’t have gotten through these shitty days without you.”

“We make a good team, huh?” Eddie asks you, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “Look at us. We started off as strangers and now…I think I love you.”

The admission has tears springing to your eyes and it’s the first time in a while they’re not from frustration. The grip you have on Eddie tightens, as if you’re afraid he’ll disappear into thin air after he’s made this confession.

“You love me?” The words come out barely louder than a breath, but he still hears them. 

“Yes,” Eddie says, more confident in his answer now that it’s already out there. “I love you. So fucking much, Sunshine.”

“I love you too.” The words feel right falling from your lips; like you were always meant to say them to him in this moment. Leaning forward, you let your forehead rest against his. Slightly chapped lips meet your own and the two of you exchange the softest and lightest of kisses. 

“All right, my love,” Eddie laughs. “Y’ready to kick some more ass?”

You look into his beautiful brown eyes and nod. “Yeah,” you murmur, clearing your throat to stand firmer in your answer. “I got this.”

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[cornyonmains]

Something I really like about Only Friends is the characters are so complexly written and layered that I kind of wind up being an apologist or detractor for all of them at different points in time. I don't really have a black and white view of the characters, which is usually the only thing you have in BL.

Top's a fuckboy with substance abuse issues. But also, he seems like he genuinely wants connection, and I feel bad for him sometimes because it's so clear he wants Mew to be affectionate with him, and Mew just isn't.

Mew is controlling. A giant walking defense mechanism that can't connect will with people. But also, he's surrounded by people who don't have his best interests in mind, and as he's opening up, we're seeing that he's not some criminal mastermind. In fact, that's the mask. The real Mew is just some dumb college kid who's into a guy he's scared of being vulnerable with, because he's never caught feelings he couldn't control. It's so obvious someone messed Mew up REAL GOOD.

Boston is.... He's an objectively terribly human being. He's also a miserable human being though, a lot like Ray, and he places so much of his value on sex he doesn't know how to make meaningful bonds. It's clear he's nuts about Nick, that he wants to monopolize his affections and attentions, but he doesn't know how to translate that into something healthy. Like Mew, his relationship with sex is fucked, and at the core of an inability to bond. I actually think he's jealous of Mew because there's a parallel there, but whereas Boston is derided for his relationship with sex and inability to connect, Mew is praised. Boston is a shit human being, but he is to be pitied.

Ray's kind of a dick. He's self-centered, won't take no for an answer from Mew, he has substance abuse issues, and saying Sand wasn't his boyfriend because he's holding onto that hope for Mew was fucked. But he's also got major depressive disorder, his parents sound like real pieces of work, and Khao does such a great job of conveying his fragility you can really sense how close to just breaking apart he is. He fucks up, but you still want him to get to a better place.

Sand, oh dear god, this boy has my heart. He's not perfect. Yeah, he sells hooch, he smokes weed, he parties. But he's got flaws too. He works too much, his head's in the clouds, he's destined to wind up on a sexiest mugshots website, and he falls too hard, too fast. He lets himself get led around by the nose by Ray. Sand's the easiest character to like on this show. He's got a hustle, but he's also got 'dude I wouldn't be deeply uncomfortable to be in a room alone with' energy.

Nick's not completely guiltless with his relationship with Boston. I've got a soft spot for him because he's a sweet, quiet kid, and I have a habit of adopting introverts. But he's not like Mew, he knew his way around both dick and dicks from the start, and wasn't blind to who Boston was. He bugged the car. That was a little too extra. I still wanna buy him cheeseburgers and tell him these boys ain't shit though, because he's so miserably in love with Boston, and Boston might be up front with him, but he's still stringing him along, telling him what he wants to hear, and giving more when Nick expresses interest in seeing other people. Was recording Boston and Top some pure creep mode shit to do? Yes. But do I support him using the recording to put Boston in his place? Yeah, I do.

Cheum is another easy to like characters, but we don't get to see much of her, so aside from simply liking her dancing queen energy, I can't really make an assessment. I like that she's the only one in the group actually helping Mew with the project. Also, I laughed when she clocked Ray as most fuckable. Most queer woman would agree, and Jojo is out here making us feel attacked.

Anyways, in summation, I'm thinking of opening a GoFundMe to get therapy for fictional characters. I still can't believe we've got 7 more episodes of drams to get through.

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[minhosimthings]

Skz when you reveal to them that you used to be a stripper/pole dancer

Synopsis: Just some headcanons about boyfriend Skz. Reader is female

Warnings: Smut, fluff, suggestive. Seungmin's is comfort. Im sorry Changbin and Innie's are so short!

A/N: guys I'm telling you writing this was therapy. Im gonna try to do more headcanons because I like writing these a but more than I like writing actual fics! Anyway please enjoy this! And feel free to give feedback!

Bang Christopher Chan

He'd be ok with it. Like so chill. But I have a tingling that he'd remember it sometimes, and ask you about it, whenever he needs to release his frustration.

The front door slammed roughly against its edges, as your boyfriend Chan, walked in throwing his bag to the floor roughly. His gaze avoided yours, as he slumped down on your red couch and held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples slowly. It was definitely one of those days, when every melody in Chan's insomniac mind, seemed like boring mathematical figures instead of pretty flowing colours on a water filled palette. "Rough day baby?" You asked him, silently putting his dinner down on the table. He sighed quietly and started eating his dinner. Oh that's how he wanted to play is it? The silent treatment. Not wanting to unload his emotions on you because he felt guilty later on. You knew enough about this habit of his to know exactly what to do when exactly what to do. You smiled sweetly at him and disappeared into your shared bedroom.

Oh fuck did he mess up? Chan's thoughts were spinning through his head like an electron. Shit he should have talked to you. Chan got up and put his plate in the sink and grabbed two cupcakes from the fridge, which you both had made the day before (correction: felix made them you guys decorated them). "Babygirl? Where are you?" Chan got into the dark void which was your bedroom. Searching for the lights, Chan switched on the red party light you had in the bedroom. "Hey Channie." Chan's jaw dropped to the ground. There you were, wearing your old stripper uniform, Red devil horns and all, looking like the most expensive thing in the room. If Chan was an angel, he would definitely fall from heaven, just to be with your devilish form. "Baby, w-whats this?" Chan came forward as you grabbed his collar and shoved him into the bed. "Shh baby. Just enjoy it." You whispered in his ear, as you started your old dancing routine, while Chan watched on, silently asking the universe, why it hadn't shown you to him earlier.

Lee Minho

Dude. He'd be so fucking ecstatic that it's kinda scary. As a dancer himself, he would like the idea of having a partner who can dance as well as him (and maybe even better.) He would inculcate your steps in some of his dances and sometimes both of you would silently fuck in the studio.

"Jagiya I don't know what to add here." Minho was nudging your shoulder, while both of you stood in his personal dance room. The guys had left you all alone, since he had been stuck there since the morning, trying to figure out a choreo to the new slut anthem that 3Racha had made for DanceRacha (yes I am still not over taste). While Felix and Hyunjin had tried to help, they knew that the only person who could get Minho out of this dancer's block was you. You watched Minho's dance over and over again, trying to think of something good to add to it. "Min, how about you take a break baby? You're really tired and we all know your PaboRacha brain can't work on just water and orange juice. How about you eat some of the pudding I brought?" Minho looked at you with a pout, as you looked at him sternly. The pout wasn't going to work when you wanted your boyfriend to feel better and he didn't want to feel better. "Jagiya-" Minho began to whine as he wrapped his arms around your waist, trapping you in what was the best prison in the world. "How about we dance together for a bit hmm? Just a little duet?" "If I do this, will you eat and rest?" Minho was quick to nod his head, as you sighed and took off your jacket to reveal the lacy black bra you had on underneath. "I was going to surprise you with this when we get home. But since you wanted to dance, let's dance baby." Minho's entire world stopped. That was the bra he had gifted you, when you first told him you used to work in a gentlemen's club as a dancer. The slow, sensual music started as Minho slowly touched your waist and both of you moved your hips in syncronicity, the cotton of his shirt grinding against the lace of your bra. One step forward, then another to the side and then one lowering down to Minho's legs as he looked on, mesmerised. "God you're so fucking hot kitten. You never let any of them touch you at the club right?" You let out a hum in response to Minho's question as you noticed the bulge in his black trousers, which you began to unzip. "Good" he growled in your ear, as he nibbled it with his bunny teeth, "they shouldn't touch what's mine."

Seo Changbin

Oh my god, he would immediately question you about it so much. Like baby would be so curious about it. He'd buy you so much shit at Victoria's Secret or something, that you'd question why you ever told him about your old job.

"Baby baby that one!" Yet again, your boyfriend Changbin had rushed towards a shelf, while you stood in the huge (and expensive) Victoria's Secret store. Changbin had taken you here immediately after you told him you used to be a stripper and showed him your old costume. "Baby will this fit you?" He held up a lacy blue bodysuit, entwined with fake jewels. "Binnie, baby this is expensive." You looked at the price tag nervously. Changbin rolled his eyes and called the store worker. He handed her a card from his wallet, while saying "Whatever we buy goes on the black card." Rolling your eyes, you went over to the swimsuits, hoping to see something that you can surprise your boyfriend with.

Hwang Hyunjin

Two words. His muse.

"Jinnie how much longer?" You whined as you shifted a bit on the wooden stool, while Hyunjin sat in front of you, blue stained paintbrush in hand, star shaped eyes focused on the canvas in front of him. "Just a minute more, my muse. And could you move your hand to the left please?" He had been begging for you to let him paint you ever since he found your lingerie and you had to tell him about what you used to do before you became an architect. Of course you had said yes to him, after a week of begging and him trying to bribe you with food (spoiler alert: it worked). You donned your most favourite costume, a baby pink one, which was fluffy and had detachable angel wings. Perfect for Hyunjin. Perfect for the artist who used soft colours to paint those who he loved. "Hwang Hyunjin if you're not done in five minutes, the blood flow to my hand is going to stop and I'm going to die." Hyunjin looked at you, amusement all over his perfectly carved face. "Using the government name are we my muse? And I'm done already I was just looking at those nice little tits bouncing around in that costume." A smirk spread on his face, as you raised an eyebrow and carefully got down from the stool, walking towards his canvas. God he had painted you so pretty, with blues and pinks outlining your figure, a green cutting in for shade and flowers adorning your body. "You know my muse, I am an ambassador for Versace. I can't wait to get you the most prettiest scarves, which you can wear and fuck yourself. Maybe I can join you afterwards after I'm finished with my painting of this amazing fucking body." You smirked at him, taking the paintbrush away from his hand, slowly sliding into his lap and kissing him full on the mouth. Oh there was about be a lot more than just paint in that studio tonight.

Han Jisung

Congratulations you have officially broken him. I mean he will be really shocked In the beginning and basically be like Changbin, asking questions and all, but then later on both of you basically forget about it, until it comes to help in his studio.

Ten am. That was the time Chan had called you and told you about the current condition of your boyfriend Han Jisung, the condition being overworking again. This was the fifth time this month that Chan had to call you to take your boyfriend home from writing tens of thousands of beautiful lyrics on paper and experimenting with the sounds on Chan's laptop. Sighing to yourself, you got up grabbed your keys and helmet, and zoomed off to the JYP building on your Harley.

"Jisungie baby?" You called out his name, slowly entering the studio, to see a messy haired boy, dressed in a black hoodie, head in his hands, headphones lying abandoned at the side. He turned slowly in his chair to face you, and your heart dropped when you saw the dark circles under his eyes. "I can't do this anymore Y/N. I feel like all the lyrics make no sense and- and I feel so fucking stupid." Being quick to cup his face in your hands, you softly wiped away the solitary tear on his face. "Baby Hey look at me look at me now please." Round quokka eyes looked at you as you slowly unzipped your leather jacket. "How about I give you a bit of inspiration hm? Will you come home then?" Jisung's brain had stopped working. There you were, all dolled up in a green suit with the sluttiest bra in this world, all for him. Slowly snaking an arm around your waist, and leaving wet kisses around your exposed collarbone, Jisung took you to the recording area, ready to record your moans, just for some inspiration.

Lee Felix Yongbok

Oh my god he would be so FLUSTERED. Like he'd have to hide in the bathroom in order to hide his burning face.

"Lixie you good in there?" Your boyfriend Felix was currently hiding in the kitchen of your apartment. You had finally told him about your old job when you were playing truth or dare (although mostly it was truth or truth) and his reaction was....adorable. His entire face had turned red as he stuttered and quickly went out of the room to the kitchen where you knew he was stress baking or more like shock baking. "Yeah! Im totally fine!" Yep he was baking, face still red, apron worn upside down, and icing on his nose and talking with an unusually high pitch. You walked up to and wiped the icing off of his nose. "Baby I can clearly notice the bulge in your pants you know that right?" You asked him to which he responded with a low mumble if the word 'sorry'. "It's alright baby. By the way, what do you think I show you my old gear?" Never before had you seen your boyfriend have this much fear and excitement filling his eyes. "Really?" You nodded to his question as he got out a tray of brownies from the oven and put them on the table, covering them with a cloth. You reached out for one but he slapped your hand. "The brownies can wait sunshine." His voice was sultry and low again as he wrapped his arms around your neck. "I wanna see that nice costume of yours."

Kim Seungmin

Bruh he would be so chill. Like zero reaction. Literally.

"Pup I- I need to tell you something and I want your full attention." You had finally gathered the courage to tell your boyfriend Seungmin about your old job at the gentlemen's club when you were in college. He would eventually find the devil tails and high red heels which had the words 'for the eyes only' on them. Kim Seungmin was a Rubik's cube. You couldn't ever predict what he was going to do or what he was going to feel. So naturally your ass was a nervous Trainwreck when you decided to finally tell him. "What is it bub? Is it about the burnt toast I left on the terrace? Cause I told you the crows just like the toast extra crisp." Seungmin told you, putting down his book and adjusting his sage sweater, and allowing his arms to wrap around your body, which was currently draped in his hoodie. "No sweetie it's not that. It's something more serious and- and if you don't like what I'm about to say, it's ok if you break up with me." Seungmin frowned a bit and nudged his head in your neck, making you smile. "I- I used to be a stripper at the local gentlemen's club when I was eighteen to pay my bills. I don't do it anymore but I thought you should know since my old gear is still lying around somewhere in this mess of an apartment. And- and maybe if you found it one day, I thought maybe you- you'll leave me or- or You don't know what caused tears to come out of your eyes but they did and they weren't stopping. "Bubba shh. Hey look at me. Look at me it's alright." Seungmin shushed you as he put your head on his chest, stroking your hair as you calmed down, hearing his heartbeat. "Bub I really wouldn't care if you were a goddamn homeless person before. You're successful now aren't you? And all those things you did to reach here? Im proud of those bub. So please don't cry. It's breaking my heart." You sniffled a bit and looked up at your caramel haired boyfriend to give him a kiss, and wrap yourself more tightly in his arms, feeling safe and content. "So can I see that gear maybe?" "Kim Seungmin!"

Yang Jeongin

Dude I really don't know. This man would be a combination of all the members. You tell him about this and he'll go through every human emotion to ever exist.

"Innie? Innie." Jeongin just sat there frozen on the couch, not chewing the chips which were trapped in his mouth. "Oh my god Jeongin! Yah!" You snapped your fingers in front of him. "Wh-What yeah I'm here. Im Jeongin yes and you're y/n, my girlfriend whom I love, and also who I want to see in her costume right now." His confused face turned into a smirk, as he stopped with his rambling. "I'll show you soon baby. Do you wanna, uh, swallow the chips in your mouth now." You asked him as he quickly swallowed the chips and contorted his face into a pout. "I wanna see it now!" He whined. You sighed and got up to get, your boyfriend tailing you like a lost puppy. Yep. Definetly the maknae on top.

#skz #stray kids #bang chan #lee minho #lee know #seo Changbin #hwang hyunjin #han #han jisung #felix #lee yongbok #kim Seungmin #yang jeongin #skz headcanons #skz reactions #stray kids headcanons #stray kids reactions #i had fun writing this #its been in my wips for a lot of time #bye bye now #i hope you have a great day ahead

[straying-further-from-gods-grace]

Human AU! Picrew

Alastor! He's a serial killer and cannibal in every AU I make unless otherwise stated. Some AU will include Al being trans, having epilepsy, or severe scarring and sometimes migraines. Eating disorder in the fact he mainly eats humans and starves a lot of the time

Nifty in every AU will be Alastors little sister, be it through found family or actual adoption. She is also a cannibal and a nurse unless otherwise stated. Every AU she lost her eye while being sex trafficked.

Rosie and Husk are Always going to be Exes, be it married or dating, but exes. Rosie is a cannibal, Husk isn't he just helps his family hide evidence. In certain AU they're Nifty and or Al's adoptive parents/found family parent's in others they are just older friends who are protective and the mom/dad friend. Rosie is a psychologist and Husk a bartender, most AU they're gonna be ex military

Angel Dust (Anthony) Husks twink boyfriend he gets after divorcing or breaking up with Rosie. Still a hooker but he and Val have a healthy relationship. Unless I need Val to be nasty for my plot. Ex addict, makes music sometimes, recovering eating disorder

The Vees! Vox with his heterochromia and I like making him sweaty either an actual problem or he's just sweaty. I also like to give him a stutter in certain AUs. He's German.

Valentino is as always, half blind, and he's a nasty weird tall man with a connective tissue disorder in most AU, he's also Latin and a pretty good friend he's very supportive just bad at it.

Velvet is a weird little chaotic rat but her boys worship her. For some reason I see her as a Floridian military brat idk, fashion designer and influencer in every AU. I ship her with Rosie.

In some AU they're adoptive siblings

Charlie and Vaggie! Twinning UwU! Vaggie is an ex Catholic cause I think it makes sense and Charlie definitely practices Wicca or something. Charlie actually does own a hotel, it's a rehab her father funded for her because she wants to help nd she has whateva sort of degree would help with that, something with therapy. Vaggie works as a security guard there.

Vaggie twin sister Lute, she's having a near constant mental breakdown, she's a psycho deep down and is FILLED with religious guilt idk what to tell ya. Killed someone. Her arm is amputated too. She teaches self defense, specialising in helping people with disabilities learn to work around them.

Charlie cousin Peter. Everyone think he's the "gay" cousin but he's actually straight and VERY comfy in his masculinity, nondenominational. Isn't technically allowed to visit the Morningstar house alone because they're "evil" but they're just spiritual. Broadway!!

Lute boyfriend, Adam. I could NOT resist making him adorable and precious because you see him and go awww but then he fucking opens his mouth and calls you a slur. Lmao. Questioning his faith. Rock star wanna be, studies music theory or something

Adams cousins! Big sis Sera is constantly worrying and lil sis Emily is heavily sheltered. Sera is a Sunday School teacher, idk, maybe religious studies? Emily if the AU has her college aged will want to be a nurse (I've been seeing Emily ships everywhere but what if she falls for her fellow nurse who's secretly a psychopath?? Nifty, I mean)

Cherri! Angels BFF! She's deffo an artist and also a demolition expert or something, and does monster trucking too! She's the best most supportive person, Penti adores her and she's secretly in love too but she's scared of it. Angel keeps mocking her that he's got two guys (Val and Husk) and she won't even take a chance on the dude who would find a way to blow up the sun for her.

Penti is trans, hjs family is also Muslim but he was disowned when he came out. He has triplet little siblings! Is studying to be or is a physicist. Idk minor speech impediment/lisp!

Frank is the embodiment of chaos and when he meets Alastor is obsessed with him (crushing on a guy your older brother doesn't like is a right if passage) Chandler and Leslie are his siblings. They we're disowned for supporting Penti and Chandler has refused to wear her veil since. Leslie still upholds their faith but is very supportive.

Usually Vark will be a dog. But occasionally an AU will call for him to be Vox little brother so here's a design for him!

#ao3 link #human au #Hazbin hotel #Picrew #radio static #vox x alastor

[findafight]

Concept for the Steve/Barb au: Barb gets an ax or sledgehammer in the junkyard scene. Steve swoons over his Valkyrie of a girlfriend. Her and Steve also get EMT training. (Seriously why don’t any of them get medical training) Also, Max thinks she’s the coolest person ever. Speaking of Max, I wonder if Barb being there would make any difference if/when Billy shows up? Just cause the presence of an older girl means Billy can’t claim to find the situation suspicious as easily. Part 1

Part 2) Also, if Barb’s there Steve has backup that isn’t a middle schooler, AND potentially she could either go out by herself or with Steve and tell Billy to fuck off, Max is fine and Barb will drop her off later. Billy probably would still try to start a fight, but maybe he’d just leave? Especially if he never gets in the house/spots Lucas.

ohhh before the junk yard though Dustin is asking for girl advice and he's like "how'd you guys get together!" and Steve just blurts "I Fought the Demogorgon for her?" like they weren't basically dating before that. Barb laughs at him and tells Dustin that he was sweet and made her feel special, and that he makes her laugh. Steve says not to seem too eager even if you are and to back off when a girl tells you to.

At the junk yard Barb finds a small sledge hammer and is like hmm. this'll do nicely... and gives it a couple swings and Steve is sat there, ready to fight but also..fists clenched around his bat,, telling himself this is not the time to make out with her this is NOT the time there are evil dog things coming and also children but also oh god after her physio therapy for surviving the UD ended they've been working out together a bit and she's so strong she has a sledge hammer her hair has some flyaways it looks like she's on fire with the sunset around her and refracted through her glasses he's gonna drool someone help him...she just looks at him and is like "...you are so predictable, jeez" and bends down to give him a little peck and he is goo now, actually.

Also yeah idk what the writers are doing not acknowledging first aid training coming in handy. They made Steve a lifeguard! that means canonically he has Standard First Aid, (likely also a certification to teach CPR-C) and i wouldn't put it past him to do adventure medic and/or advanced first aid at the very least. They can be first aid buddies :)

Also I loooove giving Max a Cool Older Girl Friend. She deserves it. Steve and Barb are a package deal and she's like how did this absolute badass get with this dude who is kinda like a cat if the cat was raised by excitable dogs.

Ahhh for the Steve/billy fight idk...like that's such an important moment for his relationship with the kids...also it's funny because his presence could easily be explained by just. bending the truth. he's there because he lives close and is Nancy's boyfriend, and will had to go to the hospital while they were all hanging out, so unfortunately for mike his older sister's boyfirend was called to make sure they didn't freak out or burn the house down. At first glace it's suspicious but then after two seconds of thought it makes sense haha.

Maybe Barb goes out first to talk to Billy because they know seeing Steve will just rile him up (Billy's been looking for a fight with Steve since he came to town) and she tries to tell him that, yep. everything is fine. don't mind the broken window! She'll drive Max home nice and safe but the kids wanted to stay together to find out if Will was okay. And Billy is like oh...you mean those kids hanging around my sister? that Sinclair kid I told her not to hang around? and the kids still get spotted in the window, Billy pushes Barb down, and Steve steps between the door and the kids.

Billy sneers at him and spots Lucas and he still tells Max he breaks things and dives for Lucas, but Steve catches him and hauls him away from the kids. They still fight, but barb is there. But like. Ending a fistfight means putting yourself inbetween it or hauling someone off, and that's hard to do. But maybe they separate, and maybe it ends sooner, maybe Steve isn't quite as badly concussed, and Max still has his nailbat and swings it and Billy, telling him not to mess with her friends anymore, and Billy glares at all of them, but drives away. Steve puts a hand on Max's shoulder and she does not cry. Barb makes sure the other kids are okay, looks over Lucas who might be shaking a bit and hauls him into a hug. They get some bandaids for Steve's face (Max and Lucas are very serious about tending his wounds.) and all trudge through the woods a little ways to Steve's car to head for the tunnels.

("Barbie, I do not think this is a good idea. They're kids!" "yeah, I know. But they're going to do it anyways, so may as well make sure they don't die via stealing your car or evil Hawkins goo." "God, I hate this stupid town's evil twin." "It'll be over soon, just tell me when to turn, Sunshine.")

#stranger things #steve harrington #barbara holland #stranger things au #starbara #steve and the party #barb and the party #starbie #steve x barb #imliterallyjustsittinghere #findaanswers #finda writes stuff #idk i think once billy saw either lucas or steve he wasn't leaving before throwing a few punches #max mayfield #we are leaning to starbara and starbie i think #thank you for sending me asks im so glad im not the only one who likes steve x barb ;-; #ive mentally assigned older teens weapons in my head like steve's nailbat robin has a crowbar vickie an axe and barb gets sledge hammer now

[worldswithoutendings]

Bad Liar [Eddie Munson]

guess I only write for Eddie now haha!

Eddie Munson x Female reader

trope: best friends to lovers

warnings: alcohol, slight angst.

summary: you've known Eddie since you were 7, and had a crush on him since you were twelve while Eddie did the same, only you've never talked about it. until he mentions his tiny crush on Chrissy

You parked your bike in front of his trailer, hearing him jam out on his guitar makes you smile “hello Mr. Munson” you smiled at Wayne who was sitting outside ‘hey kiddo” he says as he lifts his beer. You wanted to scare Eddie so you walked in silently, slowly closing the door as you heard him curse when he fucked up a part of the song. He tried again and you saw that he was sitting with his back to you. Tiptoe-ing you walked towards him and touched his shoulders “boo!” you laugh as he curses louder “fucking hell y/n! you could’ve given me a heart attack!” he looks up angry “shit sorry man” you mumble but he start to smile “you always fall for that” ‘have you seen your face! You looked so mad’ he grabs your hand ‘i’m sorry princess” there he goes again with your favorite nickname. You squeeze his hand “it’s okay, what were you playing?” “we’re trying out a new song for corroded coffin” he says as he moves to make place for you “sounds nice” ‘Nah i fucked up the bridge big time, hey ehm, i kinda need your help on something” “shoot’ “what do you do when you like someone?”

“what? Why? Do you have a crush Eddie?” you try to poke him in his side “yeah kinda, I kinda do actually” your heart rate goes up, and the room started to feel small “who’s the lucky one” you say as you lay down on his bed, trying to calm yourself down “well, ehm, there’s this girl” oh lord “in my school, she’s really pretty and like, totally out of my reach. Her name is Chrissy” “wait, Steph’s little sister?” Stephanie is the girl you work with in the store after school “yeah her!” Eddie’s eyes light up “but, she has a boyfriend Eddie” you whisper as you put a hand on his back “i know but still, you know, there is always hope, you told me that yourself” you wanted to hit yourself with the speeches you used to give about liking someone, that there was always hope for people even if they were already taken. It was a bad influence and you should’ve never said that “and like, Jason is a total douchebag. He doesn’t even know she has problems, she has been coming to me for the last few weeks for weed” he starts to play with his guitar pick “you’re giving her weed?!” you raise your voice as you sit back up “dude, she has more issues she shouldn’t be using weed! She needs proper therapy!” you had heard stories from Steph about how Chrissy gets treated in the family “i know but it’s the only form of contact i can have with her” “Eddie i know, and i’m sorry, but, it’s, you know, you can’t” you start to ramble and he looks at you heartbroken.

You play with your dark-colored hair as you check off a list in your head about how much you and Chrissy differ from each other, which is an awful lot. Meaning Eddie would probably never like you much to your despair “why don’t you just, try and be there for her, the best way you can. Show your support, like you do with everybody” “and how i get nothing in return?’ he says without thinking making you stop with everything, you have shown up to every concert, every band practice, almost every campaign, every major thing in his life ever since he was 7 years old you had been there for him through thick and thin “ouch Edward” you mumble “but it’s different between us! You’re like my sister. It’s different” he mumbles

He notices how silent you have gotten after the tiny discussion “are you okay?” “yeah I’m fine, just.. need some air,” you say as you search for your shoes, you thought your crush was obvious to him, the tiny touches, how present you were when he had something, you cared for him when he was sick, you were there when he did his first drug deal, the first time you got both high, the first time you got terribly wasted after a gig and Wayne had to come to pick you up, only to give a long speech about substance abuse and you had to get sober in his house, resulting in you laying both next to each other sleeping out the horrible hangover you both had. You always were together during summer break, the only moment you weren’t together was at school.

You walked out of the trailer to sit next to Wayne “can i have a cig?” you asked trying to not let your voice tremble “sure kiddo, you okay?’ he asks and you nod “you don’t look okay, and you only come outside when you’re not okay” he says as he looks at you as he gives you the cigarette “yeah, just.. stress” “y/n, you don’t have to lie to me, i know. About the both of you. You like him, ever since you were 12 years old” his voice turns into a whisper when he talks about your crush on Eddie “he is a fool for not seeing it” “well, i’m not his type that’s for sure” you sigh as you take a drag.

Eddie sat inside his bedroom, he knew he probably had said something wrong to you but right now he couldn’t recall, it’s like his mind vanished. He sat numbly on his bed trying to recollect what he said while he tried to hear the soft conversation you had with Wayne, he could only see a bit of your facial expression which looked hurt but also worried. He probably shouldn’t have talked about the actual tiny crush he had on Chrissy, but he needed to have a crush on someone else because he caught himself having feelings for you for the past few years but he didn’t want to admit it. Didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had built together. But he wanted you badly. He mustered up the courage to come outside.

You heard him scrape his throat so you and Wayne stop talking about your issues. He sits down next to you and anxiously starts to tap his knee “u okay?” he asks and you nod “yeah, i’m fine” you show him your best smile and he looks at the ground, knowing your lying “hey ehm, there is this gig tonight, wanna go?” he asks and you nod “yeah sure, i guess we both need some distraction” you say and Wayne leans back “you both enjoy yourself kiddos” he says and you both get ready. You always had some spare clothing at his place just in case you spent the night at his, which happened a lot. The first time you slept over was at 11 when you got scared of a thunderstorm outside and your parents were too distracted to pick you up. So Wayne did the best he could for two 11-year-olds, he build a fort, made hot chocolate and watched cartoons till you both fell asleep in the fort.

You slipped on a sparkly black top and skinny jeans touched up your makeup and used Eddie’s perfume, he knew you weren’t interested in finding a hookup just fun so he allowed you to use his perfume to let people think you were taken by Eddie, as they always did when they went out. It was the only time they could play pretend that they actually were a couple.

Eddie parked the car in front of the house of the party and you stepped out “y/n!” Stephanie said happily “hey babe!” you said excitedly as you went into a hug, but when you hugged her you saw the famous blonde girl “your sister is her?” “yeah I have to babysit her” “oh shit” you smirked, “can you believe it that i still have to babysit her?” “yeah that’s fucked up” Eddie said as he looked at Chrissy “where is the booze?” you asked Stephanie and she took your hand to get you inside the house, you saw how Eddie didn’t follow you but walked towards Chrissy “you gotta be fucking kidding me” you whispered and Stephanie followed your gaze “are you serious now” Stephanie said, knowing about your crush “okay you need alcohol” she held your hand tighter walking tot he table filled with alcohol.

The Alcohol raged through your body after a while, while dancing with Stephanie. You haven’t seen Eddie ever since you got out of the car “y/n! hey!” he says as he tries to get through the sweaty bodies “Eddieee!” you slurred as you threw your arms around his neck “my favorite” you laugh as you pull him close “we gotta go, drunkface” he laughs as he looks at you “i don’t wanna go” you pout “this is fun, you’re having fun with cunningham, i have fun with alcohol” you smile “i didn’t have fun with Cunningham sillyhead i gave her weed” he whispers in your ear “stop it you’re gonna make me horny” you whisper back in his ear “what did you just say?” he laughs in your ear “you heard me!” you giggle as you look at his face “come on princess, i’m gonna take you home” he grabs you by your middle “steph! We’re going!” he points at you and at steph who signs okay “noo i don’t wanna goo!” “tooo daamn badd!” he laughs maniacally and he gets you to the car. You only notice how badly drunk you are when the soft breeze hits your face “Eddie i don’t feel good” you mumble as you try to get off of him. When you finally get off of him he immediately holds your hair “get it out” he softly rubs your back as you throw up “that’s disgusting” you moan after you’ve thrown up “yeah but do you feel better?” he asks concerned “i just wanna sleep” you mumble as you try to walk to his car.

Eddie had rolled down the windows for you “you hurt my feelings today” you mumble, but loud enough for him to hear “i’m sorry y/n” he says as he touches your knee “can you explain to me?” “First you said that you get nothing in return while i was there for you since i was 7, and now you someone who is the polar opposite of me so i blew my chance” you mumble as you laid with your head against the doorframe playing with his fingers “i’m sorry babe i didn’t want to hurt your feelings that wa- what?” Eddie parks the car immediately “what did you say?” “i blew my chance!” you sigh as you play with his rings “y/n” “i like you Eddie” you sniff “are you crying?” “yes!” you cry out making him laugh “you’re such a tornado when you’re drunk it’s cute” “no i hate it!” you pout and he goes with his hand through your hair “y/n, look at me” Eddie’s voice went lower, making you look up “since when” “since we kissed when we were 12 because we wanted both of us to be our first kiss”

It was a cute moment, right before you both started high school and you both got teased about getting kissed all the time. So you were both stressed out in your bedroom “I’m terrified Eddie, what if i don’t like getting kissed” “what if girls have weird lips” Eddie said while looking at the ceiling “do i have weird lips?” you asked “no, no you don’t” Eddie looked at you “but, i don’t want to be kissed” you whisper “me neither” “i’m scared Eddie” “how about, we get it out of the way” Eddie says ‘we kiss eachother now and we won’t have to think about it ever since” “we’re gonna kiss?” you giggle “are you scared of me?” “no never, okay let’s do it” you both sat up and fixed your postures while you both giggled “how do we do this” “i have a magazine i once got from my mom’ you run to your desk to get the magazine out and you both inspect the page ‘okay so first, comfortable position” “check” “place your hand upon your partners face” you giggle “where? On your nose?” Eddie laughed “no! At.. at the jawline” you felt Eddie’s soft hand on your jawline “check” you heart rate went up and so did his “softly touch lips” you get nervous as you saw that and you look at Eddie “okay, relax” you tell yourself and Eddie nods, both your faces got closer and your lips start to touch. You slightly start to kiss but it was short as you both pull back and start laughing “okay, that wasn’t bad as i thought” ‘neither did I’ Eddie says laughingly

“hm” he just said and you can’t help but deeply sigh “that’s funny” he starts the car again to drive to his trailer “you’re not gonna drop me off?” “why? Do you want to be home, i can still turn the car around” Eddie said hesitantly “well, it’s kinda weird now don’t you think” “nah it’s not” he held tight on to your hand “it’s cute, to realize that we both had formed a crush at the same time. I was too scared to admit it because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship” “neither did i-what?” you ask as you look at him and he just smiled while keeping his eyes on the road “you heard me” “Eddie” “y/n” you lightly curse “but you were so long busy with Chrissy today” “i was actually just dealing with her, Jason also came over to get drugs as well, and then some more people came” that partly a lie, he did deal with Chrissy and Jason, but he was mostly just admiring you dancing from afar “do you remember that time when we had that fight in our first year of high school” “the one where we didn’t talk for a month to each other and just never said sorry but hugged for 4 hours?” “yeah that one, it killed me Doll Face” “i was so sick those first 2 weeks because of the anxiety i had because i thought we were done” you mumble and he just smiles and goes with his hand through your hair “and look at us now, confessing to each other in my van, almost 6 years later” “well, we’re good at hiding our feelings apparently,” you say as you fist bump each other.

At Eddie’s place you try to sober up as he gives you a glass of water and you decide to sit outside, to enjoy more of the nighttime and the silence Hawkins has, Eddie sits down right beside you as he lits his cigarette but now he feels more free, knowing he can put his arm around your shoulders and you get a whiff of his cologne “if you want me to be honest” he says “nothing turns me more on than smelling my cologne on you and knowing that half of your closet is at my place” “it turns me on too” you say as you give in to his touch, your faces get closer “how about” “hm?” you ask him softly “we get into it now, and we will have a nice date tomorrow, the one we always talked about" his voice gets softer the closer you guys get to each other, you put your hand on his cheek as your noses touch “hell yeah” you mumble and you crash your lips into his.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4

[azulock]

hiii, this is not rlly a request, but who do you think would be the best bf from bllk? me personally i think it’s isagi, yukimiya, sae (he’s literally a softie idc what anyone says) AND THIS COULD BE WEIRD BUT…. aiku if he rlly tried😭

Akehaks oh nonnie, you are o to something there, I most agree with you. I don't really care for Isagi, and Yukimiya it depends on how religious he really is but he does seem good.

But Sae, poor Sae, he's just a regular dude with resting bitch face, so yeah I think he'd be good, he looks like an overall reasonable dude. All he's gonna talk about is football? Yeah, but that's just his hyperfocus, otherwise he's normal (meanwhile his brother is out there being Ebony darkness dementia raven way).

Now for Oliver, I'm a huge apologist but also, speaking from experience, he can probably fix himself with time. I used to be the wlw equivalent of a fuckboy myself, arranging two dates for the same day to enhance my chances to get some and all of that, I was nearly as bad as a straight man until not all that long ago. Now I'm almost married.

So I say Oli is being a slut at the correct moment in his life, he's at his peak he should be at the club era. As a friend of mine would say, he'll reach 25 and his frontal lobe will be fully formed and then he's gonna become the mature version of himself. So after that I think he's gonna turn into a pretty good boyfriend.

Other than that, I think if you can deal with Reo's insecurities, and convince him to go to therapy, he'd be good too. Kunigami, once he leaves his edgy era too. I wanna say Sendo too cause he gives babygirl vibes, but he doesn't get much characterization, but the best men are the babygirl ones.

#Worse boyfriends def Nagi and Rin stay away one is crazy the other has no empathy #Jury's still not out on Shidou and Bachira they are crazy but the fun type of crazy at least #As for the mentors it's snuffy > prince > lavinho > NOA #q&a #I'm almost married I say still scared of that thought #Kudos to my bf for being the babygirl who decided to take a chance on my slutty slutty ass

[drylan]

I'm a huge sucker for "first argument where it ends with one just blurting out BECAUSE I LOVE YOU and it's the first time either person said it" so..... that please! What the argument is about/who blurts it out is completely up to you!

"That was so, so fucking reckless, dude!" Ryan rose his voice in a way he rarely ever did at Dylan, especially since they had gotten together and the events of Hackett's Quarry.

Dylan, objectively, knew he was right. He knew he hadn't gotten anywhere near far enough in his physical therapy or coordination with just one hand to drive. But he still did it. Or, well, tried too. Until he drove into the mailbox of a far too forgiving neighbor.

Impatience and frustration at his own limitations had gotten the better of him. He knew it could have been way, way worse.

He knew Ryan was right. But he was still so fucking angry.

"I'm not a fucking, invalid! You asshole!" Dylan shouted back, feeling a bit of remorse at Ryan's hurt expression, at the way Schrodinger retreated upstairs. "I don't need you to fucking, hold my hand or baby me forever, I'm not a goddamn child!"

"No, not forever, dude, just...just until you get better, okay?! Is that so, so fucking hard to understand?"

"Of course it is! Because my boyfriend, who is probably just pity dating me, also has to drive me around and help me get fucking dressed because I'm just that incompetent now-" Dylan shouted, his voice raising, higher and higher, until he cut himself off, the pain and disbelief in Ryan's face like an icy cold dagger through his heart. "I don't...I don't fucking get why you care, why you do any of this shit, why you put up with me, I..."

"Because I love you." Ryan said. The first time either of them said it, really. "I don't pity you. I don't think you're incompetent or invalid, dude. You're wicked smart and handsome and...you're hurting. And you need some help for now. And I'm helping you because I love you."

And there he went, saying it again. And there Dylan broke down, tears streaming down his face that he tried to hide, but of course he failed to do so because he only had one fucking hand to hide behind. "I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." He hiccuped.

But Ryan was already there, wiping his tears, and giving him a kiss on his cheek. "It's okay, I promise...I promise."

"...I love you, too. So much." Dylan finally allowed himself to say through the tears and Ryan gave him a small smile. His heart quivered at the sign of it.

"Hey, we're gonna get through this. Wanna know how I know why?" Ryan pressed their foreheads together, a calm falling between them, the heat gone and replaced with soft, tender understanding.

"Why?" Dylan sniffled, mustering his own small smile.

"Because we love each other. And no one, and nothing, can take that from us."

Ryan was right. They did love each other. And they did get through it.

And a year later, Dylan drove them through a scenic trip across the state, without hitting a single mailbox. And they were still so desperately, impeccably, in love.

#my stuff #fanfic #ficlet #the quarry #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #drylan #rylan #radioheads

[h3rmitsunited]

Hear me out, Crazy Ex Girlfriend Steddie AU. Steve Harrington as Rebecca Bunch who was pushed into a high stress career at his dad's company and is promoted and on antidepressants and just forcing himself to be happy because this is what is supposed to be happening and he runs into his ex from his younger days Nancy Wheeler (Josh) on the street and she makes him remember how happy he'd been with her for the short time they were together and he thinks that is what's going to fix his stupid brain.

So he quits his job and moves back to Hawkins where Nancy is living with her long term boyfriend Jonathan (Valencia) and she's happy and settled and Steve gets some job in Hawkins with Robin (Paula) and she has some weird thing about Nancy and Jonathen so she decides to help his unhinged desire to split them up and get with Nancy.

While in Hawkins he runs into weed dealing bartender freak Eddie (Greg) who's just too cool and apathetic and sees through Steve's whole wild energy and they end up hooking up and Steve is like no, this is not a thing. I want Nancy and Robin is like dude, we've been putting all this work into getting your lady and you hook up with HIM?

Then blah blah blah, things blow up a bit before they get better and maybe they go through the whole Greg leaving storyline, and Rebecca getting a lot worse before she gets better and like therapy, but also maybe Steve doesn't go as far as Rebecca and he just gives up on Nancy earlier and decides he likes his metalhead sex buddy and wants to be boyfriends and they get to just be happy.

#anyone else watch this show? its great you should watch it but also it gets heavy in some episodes #but its really good and the songs are great #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things au #steddie au

[canadianlucifer]

1, 4, 6 and 14 for takizawa!

Tysm for this, this entire reply is going to pretty much just be Takizawa because he is my poor little meow meow!

1. (Hands you a free card to ramble about whatever for your favorite character/ship)

Toss up between hidekane and seiakimon but I’m gonna go with seiakimon bc there are So Many Thoughts with these three. Akira and her two ghoul boyfriends

Obviously Takizawa need So Much Therapy before any romance stuff can happen so we’re gonna assume he’s been getting the help he needs for this (and so have Akira and Amon honestly, they’re not completely insane but they’ve got problems too).

SEIAKIMON COULD HAVE BEEN SO SO GOOD.

Taki was the only one who truly saw Akira as Akira. People in the academy chalked up her success to the fact that both her parents were investigators and didn’t acknowledge the work she herself put in. Everyone saw her as a product of her parents except Takizawa. He competed with her, not her parents and that’s why Akira liked him. He saw her as a bitch because he was jealous of her natural talent and how she often got more opportunities than him in the CCG, she got to go on missions while he was stuck in the office even though they were equally talented. And don’t even get me started on them only ever seeing each other from the side and the first time they truly look straight at each other is when Akira throws away her life career to protect Taki and lays her heart bare to him, telling him about how she tried to live up to everyone’s expectations but failed and how she never stopped thinking about him, wondering if she had just stopped him at the Owl Execution Operation. That shit hurted.

Of course we’ve also got the canon Akira and Amon, they work alright but need some more development. I really think Ishida has no clue how to write romance, every single one just comes out of left field, most prominently Yoriko and Takeomi. “Hey, haven’t seen you in a long time, nice to see you again. Anyway, you make good bread, wanna get married?” ????????

And with the right development, Amon and Taki would work well too. Amon’s closeted bi ass learning that it’s okay to be queer (thanks Donato for instilling religious trauma into this himbo /s).

In conclusion: Akira has two hands.

4. What character do you (the asker) remind me of?

I don’t really know why but Mutsuki kinda! No idea what my brain is doing at any moment in time

6. What’s your favorite piece of TG fan content you’ve made?

Hmm, I haven’t made much recently do NOT ask about my 2015 era art lmfao but I’d have to say this meme, it just fits the dude so well lmao

He's a little silly.

14. Song you associate with (character/ship)

Oh dear here we go.

So Mother Mother makes some AMAZING songs and I could write an essay on how every song in Oh My <3 fits him, but besides that, I think Control by Halsey fits Takizawa quite well!

“They send me away to find them a fortune” getting sent to fight and kill the Owl

“I sat alone, in bed till the morning I'm crying, "They're coming for me"” being scared outta his wits and writing “I DON’T WANT TO DIE” on his will

“I paced around for hours on empty I jumped at the slightest of sounds” post Kano trauma

“I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head” listening and giving into his ghoul side

“And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me" I can't help this awful energy God damn right, you should be scared of me Who is in control?” Taking control over his own life and becoming a terrifying monster of a ghoul and killing Tatara while his former coworkers watch on in fear.

Gasoline works really well too!

#tokyo ghoul #seidou takizawa #takizawa seidou #tokyo ghoul re #seiakimon

[anpanman95]

LOVE IN THE AIR METAPOST

TW: Sexual Assault mentions.

Okay. Yeah Okay.

I really want to talk about this. We established some important things here, right? we all die for these four absolute angels? yeah? Okay. Moving on.

IT WAS FIVE PEOPLE GUYS.

FIVE. MEN. SEXUALLY ASSAULTED SKY. Am I the only one who is not AT ALL satisfied with how they handled the situation? Police should have been involved. Gun should be IN JAIL, as well as the others. Yes I KNOW ITS JUST A SHOW. But you can’t just throw this extreme traumatic situations and not give the audience the proper resolution as to how these things should be dealt with.

Do you even realize it? It was five men taking their turn on Sky. And now they try to do it again and????? what the actual fuck?

If I were Pai I would be hunting each one of them down and break their freaking bones one by one. Regardless of how in love I am or how much I love my boyfriend.

I have many thoughts on how this could have been done. And it wouldn’t have cost anything to the plot.

I am incredibly unsatisfied with this ending. Gun+friends should be facing the law, and Sky should be taking his very gorgeous ass to therapy at least once a week instead of relying in his favorite idols to cope with the pain.

Sorry if I burst a bubble here, but I am disappointed.

I do love the show, and I will definitely re-watch Payu and Rain’s story. (that giant dude should be also in jail, but this one didn’t hit me as hard. Again. Sky was fucking raped).

[theoldandnewfirm]

I posted 6,992 times in 2022

That's 3,995 more posts than 2021!

375 posts created (5%)

6,617 posts reblogged (95%)

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I tagged 2,707 of my posts in 2022

#trollhunters - 951 posts

#stricklake - 153 posts

#our flag means death - 114 posts

#hunter x hunter - 103 posts

#walter strickler - 62 posts

#encanto - 54 posts

#politics - 53 posts

#the owl house - 48 posts

#arcane league of legends - 46 posts

#goncharov - 46 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#also on a more practical note her lifespan is a blip compared to his and my dude is gonna need money to survive the next few thousand years

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

@xdeusxmachinax okay, but Strickler and his former students though???

The impression the show gives us is that despite everything, Strickler is a good teacher and he's trusted/respected by his students. And this guy has been a teacher at Arcadia Oaks High for years; he's helped shepherd hundreds of kids from freshman year to graduation, and he's bound to have made an impression on more than a few.

How sweet would it be for some of his former students to reach out to him after the whole changeling thing comes out? Kids he hasn't heard from in ten or fifteen years send him emails or letters letting him know how much his support and guidance meant to them during high school and that what he looks like on the outside doesn't change the amazing person he is on the inside.

Now they say this not knowing what he's really like on the inside of course. They only knew Mr. Strickler, never Stricklander. But the sentiment is still touching, and it does reassure him that losing his human form doesn't mean he's lost all the relationships he fostered in it.

129 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

#4

Midnight Burger lured me in with eccentric space romps so it could punch me in the gut and leave me teary-eyed and questioning my place in the universe at the end of every episode.

131 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

#3

When the existence of the supernatural is revealed to the world, Roxanne Ritchi is determined to get the scoop. The citizens of Arcadia are distrustful of the media, but there's one person Roxanne thinks she can win over. After all, they've got some pretty unusual things in common.

Or: Roxanne and Barbara therapy session over relationships founded on lies, navigating your world when it's been changed forever, and the quirks (and delights) of monster boyfriends.

132 notes - Posted October 8, 2022

#2

I am now back on Freaky Friday AU.

Jim has a delightful realization after landing in Strickler's body: Strickler is super freaking strong. Which is weird because he doesn't look like he should be, but after a day or so Jim realizes there's a sense of...potential in Strickler's movements. One that requires a series of rigorous scientific tests:

Can I bend this fork? Yup.

Can I punch a dent into a tree? Yup! But, ow.

Can I lift this heavy rock? Yup.

Can I throw this heavy rock? Yup!

Can I lift a car?! Yup--well, the frontend at least. But now Strickler's pissed and he's yelling at me about wrecking his body and his suspension so maybe I'll stop.

And when he's in troll form? Forget it. He gains a sobering appreciation for the opponents he's up against. If Strickler can do all of this, imagine what Draal, or Bular or, Gunmar must be capable of.

And that comes with a realization of its own: Strickler has always been capable of this. At any time since learning the truth he could have hurt Jim--badly. And that's just physically; poking around in Strickler's stuff, and hearing the colorful stories associated with what he finds, reveals that Strickler's got a lot of ways to kill people, and most of them wouldn't leave a trace of foul play behind.

So now Jim's upset because Strickler's been holding back on him this whole time. And he's not sure what makes him angrier: the idea that Strickler doesn't take him seriously as an opponent, or the knowledge that Strickler is going out of his way to avoid hurting or killing him, which means he does care about him--just not enough to be on his side.

160 notes - Posted June 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Concept: Freaky Friday with Jim and Strickler, only instead of being worried about preserving their personal/professional standings they each need to figure out how to keep the other from getting killed before they can switch back.

269 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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