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servobotz · 1 year

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HI friends my name is alyvia (pronounced like olivia, u can call me lyv), i'm 21 years old (she/her) and have a profound obsession with the sims..... I have been playing sims sims 2 era and I previously had a simstagram a long time ago for sims 3. Being involved with the community was so fun and I’m really looking forward to seeing everyones gameplay/sims and sharing my simmie babies with u guys :)

If you’re a simblr, plz like or reblog so we can become mutuals!! i would love to be friends :)

#i made this blog in july but never introduced myself OOPS LOL #new simblr #simblr #sims4 #ts4 #sims #HELLO!!!

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intotheelliwoods · 16 days

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Gonna ask this to a few people that inspire me, but how do you take inspiration from things without feeling like whatever you make is just bad in comparison? Or like a downgraded version of the thing(s) that inspired you?

(If this is too negative feel free to delete/ignore, I'm sorry)

Oh gosh this is such an interesting question since, I dont think I really have feelings of thinking my version is bad? Or that I am just a copy?

I am honestly just grateful my work became as popular as it is in the first place haha- low expectations going in to begin with. That and, I am very aware my art style isnt as defined and polished as other peoples styles, but I have come to terms with this! And hey the improvement in my own artwork over the past year is a massive trip if you go back through some of my older stuff- I am improving, slowly.

I mean, 2AL started by complete accident, and was "inspired" from me wishing the Leos from OMO or MNMC would hug it out already- but if you were to compare 2AL to one of those, they are very different. Hell even comparing OMO and MNMC, same starting point, but still very different.

I think my only advice to other people trying to make an AU is to try and find some core theme/idea and work around that, rather than gather a bunch of little things from other sources you like into a big pile. Find some key message to start up a base with.

#asks #no seriously 2al was by COMPLETE accident #and then it exploded so I kept it going #oh well #also like!!!!#seriously #the people you are probably comparing yourself too #chances are just have wayyy more experience and practice than you #like!!!! dude sometimes it hits me how many of my friends and other “big blogs” are either #1. professional artists who do this shit for a living anyways #or 2. have been drawing digitally for way way longer than me #digital art is still new territory for me so I am giving myself some slack here #that and I have no interest in art for a career #this is just my side hobby!#yknow!!!!#for FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!#and wheres the fun in going #“damn this person who has years more experience than me and draws for a living is... somehow better at drawing than me this is so unfair”#answer: theres no fun in that #but also fr-#I have only been doing digital art consistently (in this style specifically) for.#a year-#deadass.#I have not done much art before all this outside notebook paper doodles #and the occasional once every month or two painting #all this is so new to me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#im learning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I deserve to give myself so so much slack!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#I have also improved so much in the past year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#oops tag ramble

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that-culdesac-kid · 1 year

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I think step 1 MC and Tamarack would make a cute double trouble/partner in crime duo who like to conspire and assist each other in silly mischievous schemes, only to get caught red-handed because Tamarack (or both of them) are bad at lying.

#was pretty inactive because of exam week but the good news is... it's over!#also please ignore that last post... I posted it in the wrong blog oops #our life #our life now and forever #gb patch #tamarack baumann #olnf #olnf rambles #tamarack rambles

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paintingformike · 2 years

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i feel like the reason why so much of the GA thinks byler is one sided is because:

1. so many of them dont realize all the byler scenes in season 4 were supposed to be a way of building up romantic tension between them like...you do nawt give the interruption trope to a relationship thats just supposed to just be 100% platonic 😭 (dont even lie they obviously look like theyre both lost into an intimate conversation and then they get startled and feel caught) and iirc this trope has been applied to other canon couples in the show too 💀

2. they color coordinated their outfits (this is also something they do as a way of emphasizing the chemistry between couples) literally just watch the matching outfits between all the canon couples in the show...

the color of the checkered pattern on will’s top is literally identical to mike’s shirt 👍

3. usually when the second love interest has to be the one to reassure the love of their life of their insecurities/fears throughout the entire show and comfort them of the relationship problems they’re enduring at that moment, the writers are trying to show you how they’re actually the more suited/compatible partner for the object of their affection after all (you cannot deny that they did the exact same thing with jonathan and nancy too like cmon now...)

4. they’re doing entirely too much for a supposedly unrequited love story like...its obvious how much effort they’re putting into all the scenes between mike and will like its so glaringly obvious just from these shots alone im sorry

(and before someone says they did all this for the sake of “queerbaiting”...you have to remember that byler only really became this big when season 4 actually came out so before this it was just a virtually unpopular “crackship” as people say, so while they were producing season 4 they definitely did not have any of those “crackshippers” in mind if they knew there wasn’t gonna be much for them to gain from it LMFAO)

in conclusion, people just need to remove the heteronormative goggles, rewatch the show and realize that the narrative has always been pointing to byler 🤷‍♀️

#made this new blog just to rant about byler cause i couldn't take it anymore i needed to voice out my thoughts #i thought it would be too embarrassing on main oops...my mutuals do not need to witness my stranger things era #anyway. just remembering how much care they’re putting into mike and will’s relationship expels all my doubts #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #byler endgame #byler proof #byler evidence #stranger things 4 #st4 #byler st4

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domoz · 4 months

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For 7/7 for the follower milestone celebration: Hika/Tobi, Wherein Hikaku realizes some things about his relationship status.

Considering that he's still recovering from an illness, Hikaku should have been in bed for hours already. Instead he stayed up and made tea for his guest, some part of him unwilling to send him home and put an end to the strange warmth of the past few days.

It's been nice having someone stay over to take care of him like this, and Hikaku is certain that Tobirama wouldn't do that for just any of his student's guardians. Or coworkers. Or occasional mission partners. The fact that Hikaku falls under all three categories may have influenced Tobirama's decision, but privately, he hopes that his motivation was more personal.

The two of them drink their tea in companionable silence, Kagami sleeps deeply a room away, exhausted from Tobirama's efforts to keep him occupied. The domesticity of it all makes Hikaku's heart twist with something like hope. He wants more, wants to ask if he can have it, and yet at the same time finds himself wary of asking for too much. Tobirama just spent days cooking for him and making sure his fever was under control and looking after his ward. He's probably eager to return to his own home and a night of solitude.

So when the pot of tea is emptied and Hikaku moves to wash it, he keeps an eye on Tobirama as he turns down the hall. He stops to look in Kagami's room, his face softening as he takes in the sight of his student, no doubt sprawled across a futon, but when he turns to go down the hall to Hikaku's room, rather than leaving, Hikaku clears his throat. His voice is still slightly hoarse from illness, and Hikaku swallows down a cough so that his next words will be believed, "I truly appreciate your help over the last few days, but I'm well enough now that I'm sure you could go home. if you'd like."

Tobirama turns to him with a slight frown, and it's pure selfishness that has Hikaku hoping that he will protest, even if he knows that he'll end up insisting that Tobirama go home.

"I don’t think I understand." He says, quiet enough to not risk waking Kagami, "Would you rather move into my house? It's smaller, but I suppose it's no hardship to get Anijia to add some extra rooms…"

He trails off, eyebrows furrowing as he considers the logistics, and Hikaku can only stare. This happens sometimes, where Tobirama gets ahead of himself and leaves everyone else behind. Hikaku has been getting better and pulling him back and making him explain himself, these days but he's not quite sure where to start with this one.

"No, I mean…" He hesitates, not wanting to seem overly rude, "I'm feeling better. So you don't need to stay if you don't want to."

Tobirama leaves the dim hallway to join Hikaku again in the kitchen. He's frowning -- some would say that Tobirama is an angry or even expressionless man, but Hikaku has come to find that there is a wealth of emotion in his frowns. This one seems thoughtful.

"I'm not sure why I would, unless you see a need. Don't married couples typically cohabitate?"

Hikaku's mind runs blank for a long moment -- much as he would like to blame the lingering sickness on the way he can't pull a thought together, he knows that's not why. He carefully sets down the cup he'd been washing.

"Pardon?" He manages after a moment, and it's a minor miracle that his voice doesn't crack. "When did we become a married couple?"

Hikaku wasn't sick enough that he wouldn't remember something like that, and he would have remembered otherwise, but Tobirama's frown deepens to look something like concerned.

" Four days ago." He says. "Or three months, depending on which clan's traditions you're honoring."

"Oh?" Is about as much as Hikaku can manage to vocalize in response, leaning heavily on the countertop. If Tobirama is joking, he can't tell, and he doesn't know if he wants him to be or not. Tobirama crosses the kitchen and leans in close as if to examine him. He meets Hikaku's eyes.

"You didn't know." When Hikaku shakes his head dumbly, Tobirama takes him by the elbow to pull him away from the kitchen and into the tatami room. Tobirama has touched him like this before. More commonly, recently, but on top of everything else it has Hikaku's entire body warming enough to make him dizzy. Tobirama glances at him from the corner of his eye.

"You should sit down." He says. And Hikaku does, as soon as he's near enough to a cushion to do so. He scrubs at his face for good measure, too. Tobirama joins him a moment later, same as he had when they still had tea to drink, but now he sits with his chin in one hand, finger tapping at his cheek in thought.

"I think this must be some sort of cultural difference." Frustratingly unruffled by it all -- though that's just Tobirama, really -- "Technically you proposed to me. Twice over."

"Did I?" Hikaku finally finds some words, however faint they may be, "Would you mind… Explaining?"

Tobirama nods, but he doesn't respond right away, finger still tapping away.

"I think I might understand where the misunderstanding started." He says after a long moment. "When Kagami asked me to teach him and you allowed it."

He's gotten ahead of himself again, Hikaku thinks, forcefully numb so as not to become hysterical. Kagami had come begging to let the Senju teach him years ago, back when the village's survival wasn't a sure thing and Tobirama was looked at with wariness by even the most peace loving of the Uchiha. Hikaku had thought long and hard about it, how it might make peace more likely to work, how Tobirama -- stranger that he was at the time -- would have better opportunities to re-start the war than to hurt a child. Mostly, he had been convinced by the brightness in Kagami's eyes that he hadn't seen there since the boy's mother had died and Hikaku had been the only one left to take him in. Saying that was where it all started was correct in many ways, but Hikaku still has no idea how that relates to them being married.

The look on his face must clue Tobirama into his incomprehension, because he tilts his head and continues.

"…It's considered traditional in the Senju for a teacher's first student to join their family in one war or another, be that marriage or adoption. But I don't have a child of my own near Kagami's age, and he already has a guardian." At Hikaku's continued silence, he prompts, "…Which left you and I coming to an agreement."

"We don't do anything like that in the Uchiha." Hikaku replies carefully. And then, louder, unable to help himself, "You're saying I proposed to you that long ago?" And you never said anything?

"Not exactly. Technically, I should have started courting you at that point, but the political climate was…" Tobirama hums, still so infuriatingly calm about it all -- but why wouldn't he be, he's apparently known this whole time, "…Not exactly ideal. And I thought that a relationship built on mutual trust would be a stronger one."

"I suppose I can agree with that. But… If that wasn't the proposal, what was?"

"The end of last fall." Tobirama says immediately, "We took some time after work to visit a tea house and ended up coming back here."

Hikaku nods. He remembers. Specifically, he remembers feeling like had fallen too deep in his feelings and staying up the rest of the night after Tobirama had left, wallowing in what to do about them.

"I left my fur collar behind. You returned it in the morning."

Tobirama stops speaking, as if that's all there is to say. Hikaku blinks. His head feels so stuffed he half-wonders if maybe his sickness has actually worsened and this is some kind of hallucination.

"And… that was the proposal?" He finally gives in and asks.

Tobirama nods, but his frown returns, disapproving at Hikaku's tone.

"Of a sort. Traditionally you would have stolen it from me, and I would have won it back from you by hunting something for you. If you accepted it, we would be married by Hatake custom."

"…The deer." Hikaku says, dumbstruck. Tobirama nods, looking a hair smug.

That had been one of the stranger things that had happened to him in recent memory, and in hindsight he really should have looked more into it. Tobirama had been gone on a mission and when he had come back the first place he had gone had not been the hokage tower or his own him, but to Hikaku's and with a freshly hunted buck over his shoulders. And because it was Tobirama, he had assumed that it was purely practical. That he'd stumbled upon it, didn't want to waste it, couldn't bring it to his brother because Hashirama didn't eat meat. And he'd hoped -- had been right, apparently -- that maybe it was a part of Tobirama's odd way of showing affection, had accepted it, even though he'd never processed and animal that large before, then forgotten to question it when Tobirama spent the afternoon walking him and Kagami through it.

In retrospect, Tobirama had become markedly more physically affectionate after that. Hikaku had just thought they had bonded.

"But… You didn't move in then." Hikaku tries, in an attempt to make some sense of things.

Tobirama's eyes dart away at that. If he were anyone else he would look chastised.

"I was aware that there was a chance you weren't familiar with the custom, or didn't understand it fully. And-- Well, I'm not a Hatake, I'm a Senju." He pauses, biting at his bottom lip in an uncommon show of hesitance. "In their eyes, even for a private relationship, I needed to declare that I would take care of you to our clan head, and not be challenged."

Which happened about four days ago, by Hikaku's estimation. He'd heard it, had been flattered and half-convinced he was dreaming at the time, and the way Tobirama had come home with him, and made him food and kept his fever down and watched over Kagami, and he'd wished more than once, that things could stay that way.

"Hold on." He says, and activates his sharingan for a brief moment, just to be sure. But it's no genjutsu. The pull of chakra makes his head begin to ache, again and Tobirama's eyebrows shoot up, though he doesn't startle or tense like he used to.

"…I don't think Madara-sama realized what you were doing." Is all he can think of to say, for some reason.

"Hmm… I suppose if you didn't there's a good chance he didn't either." Tobirama tilts his chin up as he thinks. "Is that a problem? I can tell him tomorrow."

Is that a problem. Hikaku can't imagine he'll take the news of a surprise marriage well, and he'll take it worse if he hears it coming from Tobirama.

"Uh--" Hikaku tries to interrupt only to start coughing. It's not as bad as it has been for the past few days, but it's enough to have Tobirama leaning forward to rub between his shoulders -- which in turn makes Hikaku's face heat, and Tobirama frown and reach forward to take his temperature, like he thinks his fever has returned. Hikaku leans back before he can decide he needs another dose of medicine.

He takes a wheezing breath. "I should probably be the one to tell him." And then, when he realizes that he's going to have to explain this -- which means some part of him has already just accepted this. Tobirama has been quietly planning on marrying him for years, apparently, and has managed to do so without Hikaku even noticing. That is --

"You know, you really are an excellent shinobi." He takes a measured breath and shakes his head at Tobirama's questioning look, the squirming in his chest that feels like it could have become tears or uncontrolled laughter at any moment fades, just a little. "Well, alright. What about Uchiha marriage customs?"

"Did I miss one?" Tobirama eyebrows furrow, "I know my gifts weren't all traditional, but I felt like they were more likely to be used if they were useful."

"…Your gifts -- ah." If he thinks back on all the little things Tobirama has given him since he started teaching Kagami, he probably has managed to meet all the criteria for a proper courting. He was always the one to replace Hikaku's tea in the office when it ran out, would hand him a new bundle of exploding tags on missions -- which were probably handmade, knowing him, and he uses the stationary set and inkstone Tobirama had given him nearly every day. He just -- hadn't been thinking of them as that sort of gift.

Hikaku blushes so hard that it makes his jaw ache, but he forces himself to carry on, "Your gifts were fine, but my clan doesn't really acknowledge a marriage without a ceremony of some sort. At the temple, preferably."

"Ah." Tobirama closes his eyes, resembling, for a moment, a cat that's just smelled something it didn't like, but drops the look a moment later, "If it's important, then we ought to."

Something warm blooms in Hikaku's chest, peeking through the shock. He'd been spending so much time hoping, but maybe it really can be this easy.

"I'll let you know." His voice nearly gives out at the end, weak still weak from the illness. "But I think I need to lie down, for now."

He's not exaggerating, the conversation has left him feeling exhausted, and it must show because he hardly even tries to stand before Tobirama is there, helping him up. Even once he's on his feet, he keeps his hands here on Hikaku's wrist, and there, near his elbow.

And that's not even new; coming from Tobirama... Hikaku feels silly for not realizing there was something going on.

They stand like that for a moment, face to face, before Hikaku looks down to see the way Tobirama's touch lingers.

Is there even a reason for him to be shy with what he wants any longer? Honestly.

"You know. If we're married there's no reason for you to sleep in the guest room."

"You're probably not contagious anymore." Tobirama agrees, "I'd be interested, if you'd have me."

"Yeah." Hikaku reaches out and takes Tobirama's hand back, "I'd have you. Let's go to bed."

#oops! no writing tag #naruto blog for naruto things #hikatobi #and then hikaku got a solid 8 hours and woke up well rested :)#….great fic to start the new years on right? Right #Imagine if YOUR your crush was being really nice to you and noticing you #And you were like haha what if I confessed someday #And then they turned to you and were like. btw weve been married for months

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alliswyattonthewesternfront · 7 months

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apparently this phone had portrait mode the whole time and i never realized

#oops #blog #this is my new favorite shirt please bury me in it

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strawberry-selfships · 3 months

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oh my GOD ive been forgetting to add my yugioh f/os to my freaking f/os list..!!!!!!!!

two new old men boyfriends for me because if you know anything about me this is is usual poppy business

AANYWAYS

solomon AND yanagi YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

solomon anniversary - 1/28/24

yanagi anniverary - 2/10/24

#YIPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #in case ur wondering how ive been ive become a yugioh girlie #ALMOST ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS TO MY ART BLOG OOPS #new f/o #abt solomon #abt yanagi

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tgsofu · 7 months

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*breathes* Ok ok social media exists, time for my annual attempt at something resembling activity!

I have drawn shittons... too much to upload BUT what I can upload are my entries thus far for this nice oc-tober made by @bweirdart!

Fave OC: Kai

Good ol Acer tho I'm trying hard to train my brain to start using his reboot name Kai!

2. New OC: Phoebe

Phoebe is a passionate over-achiever who lives off fiction and posesses crazy amounts of trivia covering all of his favourite media works. As a Chosen One, she is driven by her will to learn, experience and interact with as many of her many favourite worlds and characters as possible. As a competitive person she strives to "100% complete" everything she does or learns, and as such is bound to be a very formidable hero.

3. Old OC: Judge

Once the first resident and founder of Garden, she has since come to regret everything that came out of it. Now, she seeks to wipe the slate clean and erase the mistake of her own making.

4. Re-design: Riku

In the olden days, Riku started out as a crackship child in a collaborative impro story, which I've remodeled into an original story with revamped characters.

Riku is one of the last remaining embodiments of two worlds come together, and is seeking a way to restore the connection between the two -- no matter the cost.

5. Relationships: The Garden Gang

This story has too many main characters with too many unknown dynamics, I tried to help myself figure that out with this one. Gods, don't spend too much time trying to decipher this one.

6. Symbol Skipped to do a bday art piece for @kaikkivoipasaatana! I know a lot of you fell headover heels for Astarion, but I'm sorry, her OC Zaiku and Astarion are the one true fated pair and you can never convince me otherwise

7. Personality: The Garden Gang

Same as with the relationships, these guys despertately require fleshing out!

8. Past: Phoebe Phoebe (Phantom☆) and Felix (Nate)

Lived out their childhoods joined at the hip, playing games and consuming media!

9. Future: Phantom☆ and Nate After losing contact for some years, they're back together and ready to end the world!

10. Palette week #1: In the woods

This one was just speeddoodle thing since I was very tired in the evening lol

#bweirdoctober #oc-tober #oc-tober2023 #doodled bs #kai #will #phoebe #judge #astarion #garden #nate #stella nova #neocos #new universe #new universe humanoids #also oops wrong blog at first gomen

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formosusiniquis · 1 year

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things i know/things i want to learn

also on ao3 if you want the full smut experience, otherwise this stands on its own

He knows it's crazy. He knows it borders on batshit even. He knows it's weird and obsessive and, frankly, a little unhealthy.

But Nancy Wheeler started it.

Nancy Wheeler who is scary and prim and proper. Nancy Wheeler who had his hand in her lap last week, painting his nails a regal navy blue because it was the closest Nancy Wheeler had to black. Nancy Wheeler who spent the time their nails were drying chatting at him, like the Upside Down had spit him out solely so she would have a gal pal she could talk about boys with -- a first, he imagined, if his memory of Barbara Holland was at all accurate. Nancy Wheeler who said, "Jon is sweet, and he tries so I feel bad for even thinking it, but he just doesn't have as much fun when he's down there and you can tell. I mean, you know, when Steve did that thing he does with his tongue-"

Eddie has been running that particular sentence fragment through his head for the last week.

That thing with his tongue.

Has fun.

You know.

Cause the thing is, he decidedly does not know. He has never come anywhere near the realm of knowing. He would love to know exactly what he has done to make his new sort of friend, sort of nemesis and obvious flame of Steve's still burning affection think that he has any fucking inkling of a clue what kind of shit Steve 'always goes down' Harrington does with his tongue.

It's all he can think about.

Eddie is but a man. A man who has been forced by the fascist government and their pet doctors to stop smoking and give up most of the other addictive substances that he partook in for the sake of his admittedly shaky health. A man who has had these demands enforced by the much more effective puppy eyes of one Steve 'stop calling me mom, remember I was cool once' Harrington. A man who has an addictive personality, comes by it honest, and having given up smoking and drinking and the occasional bump -- anything from nature's bounty stays of course, he's not a total fucking loser -- has needed something new to latch onto.

Thank you Nancy 'I can only orgasm from oral' Wheeler for helping him straight onto the high that is staring at Steve Harrington and his pretty pink mouth.

I can tell he isn't having fun, not like Steve.

This thing with his tongue.

You know.

He wants to know.

The second thing, and it's barely a thing at all these days, is he does technically have some of the same shit going on that Wheeler does. A little bit less now. If there's a silver lining to this whole bat thing it's that, though he may be a nipple short, he lost enough of one tit to sweet talk his way into government funded top surgery, just to even things out. A just as silver lining, he was saved from the awkward 'guess what I'm trans' conversation thanks to the bat induced blood loss. When the older teens found him and Dustin, one of them in hysterics the other clinging to this mortal coil with both fists as best he could; and used the remains of a shirt that had seen better weeks to staunch the bleeding from his neck only to reveal that his own rippling pectorals had a different bounce than Steve 'at least I got to see his chest before I die' Harrington's. There wasn't any time for anything other than 'if he's still bleeding he's still alive let's move.'

They haven't talked about it.

He is fine not talking about it.

Prefers his acceptance this way actually. He knows he has a heating pad with his name, literally, on it at the Harrington abode, along with some other necessities. The only acknowledgement of his situation at all, that heating pad that's tucked away in the same drawer as Robin's -- also with her name on it like Steve doesn't trust them to share.

He would like to talk about it a little now. Now that he's been cleared for moderate exertion by a very mean physical therapist who enjoys inflicting so much misery on him that he's thinking of scrapping the black hanky all together. Cause he'd really, really like to know about that tongue thing.

Actually, first he'd really, really like to know why Nancy thinks he would already know. Maybe that's what eats at him the most -- second most the bats had actually eaten at him a lot, so he figures he can obsess about this for at least another week before it risks overtaking the literal eating -- that the woman who having had it all, having had Steve 'I know I saw you yesterday, but I missed you' Harrington in her pocket, and gave it away somehow sees something that makes her think Eddie is having sex with her ex-boyfriend on the regular.

She's supposed to be a detective, a real dateline NBC type. How on earth can she be looking at him and not see a starstruck virgin who, yes, is admittedly very, very in love lust with her ex.

And how is she okay with it?

Isn't there a best friend code or something? Not that Eddie would lay claim to that title, and it definitely feels weird ascribing it to Nancy when he's got the hellfire boys; but surely the regular friend code or the we survived a traumatic experience together and now we're inexplicably bonded for life code also has a byline about not sleeping with your compatriot's ex-boyfriends.

Even if she already thinks you know about how he gives good head.

So he just watches instead.

Watches him smile. Watches him pout. Watches him bite and lick and worry. Watches how they shine with something that's definitely more than just spit some days. Watches even closer to see if he can catch what Mabeline magic must be going on them.

He watches and watches and watches.

He has, by virtue of obsession, become the most studied observer of Steve 'absolutely wearing cherry flavored lipgloss' Harrington's mouth. He has also, by virtue of necessity, become the most talented reader of Steve 'seriously, Eddie, do I have something on my face' Harrington's lips.

Which provides him with a very interesting opportunity as he's browsing through the Family Video, looking for his pick for the weekly Big Kids Only movie night and not at all stalking Steve Harrington and his mouth.

"I'm going to ask him."

And Robin says something that involves an eye roll and a finger jabbed into a green polyester vest.

"I know I said it last week, but I mean it this time."

Her eyebrows are raised, so unimpressed she goes back to the counter to do whatever work stuff they supposedly do while they're here.

"I do mean it,” those cherry flavored lips pout, a dignified hand on his hip in the face of Robin’s clear disbelief.

She doesn’t open her mouth to answer this time but the arched brow and quirked smirk are clear enough that even he can make a guess at her response.

“I know I said that too, but I only kind of meant it last week. I actually mean it this time. “

She rolls her eyes, spitting out something quick and no doubt sharp and cutting with a slash of her hand.

“Just watch this.”

By this point Eddie 'hopelessly devoted to Stephan Richard Harrington’ Munson had actually stopped even pretending to be browsing the movie offerings of the sainted Family Video. He had in fact been standing with his hands wrapped around a copy of The Last Unicorn watching Steve ‘does this thing with his tongue’ Harrington and his stupid mouth while he gossips with his stupid friend -- sorry, Buckley. A fact Steve must have already made note of, since he’s locking eyes with Eddie from across the store and shaping those soft pink lips into, “Go out with me?”

And that’s…

He does this thing with his tongue, you know.

You know.

Maybe he didn’t then, and maybe he doesn’t know why Nancy ‘shit we might actually be friends, I can never let her find out about this’ Wheeler thought he already would.

But if he plays his cards right, he might find out very, very soon.

#steddie #steddie fic #my fic #trans eddie munson #if you do pursue the smut be warned author is ace and a virgin #author is also not cis but not on t #so i feel like those may be their own content warnings of a kind #sometimes you just have a bunch of dialogue you want to use #and then when youre using you realize the hard way there has to be sex to transition between them #this is a nancy and eddie friendship blog #i do think nancy needs someone to talk about boys with who isnt her exbf or her current bf #but also nancy needs someone who will force her to have fun and act her own age #eddie is dragging nancy kicking and screaming toward confronting her trauma about having age appropriate fun #and i did accidentally just give myself a new plot thought in the tags of my own fic oops #eddie forcing the original monster hunter trio who have all grown up to fast to enjoy the teen years they lost?#now im turning my tags into my notes app

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