#which i gotta say is wild to me

[aeide-thea]

[cw for fictional age of consent discussion]

literally just ran across a fic tagged both ‘underage’ and ‘[younger character] is 18 in this fic’ which just has me like. bzuh. how old do characters have to get at this point before ppl stop classifying them as ~minors~????

#having said that apparently there ARE places (bahrain for one) where the age of consent IS actually 21 #which i gotta say is wild to me #thumb typing all this so not gonna get into a whole extended discussion #but like. i feel like by the time yr in college the potential for harm isn’t so much abt age per se #as it is abt whether someone treats you decently—which like. at that point that’s the same risk we all take #anyway i guess i just do think that the urge to frame age as a minor-adult binary rather than a continuum of maturation #is not actually great in that it means ppl get framed as coddled babies one day and expected to function as Full Adults the next #without any kind of onramp to practice getting up to speed on #anyway if you have Concerns abt my position here you can always ask for clarification #but like. i hope we all understand what i mean and what i don’t mean by the above. #Fannish Ethical Concerns #i guess #if ‘actually i think this is harmfully overzealous’ counts as an Ethical Concern!

[egophiliac]

CROWLEY SSR THOUGHTS

there is zero basis for this, but I can't get this thought of my head

I don't know why I decided to draw it this way

#art #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland spoilers #twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers #twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers #(these will be relevant in a moment) #this isn't going to happen. but WHAT IF. #anyway i didn't get him (damnit birdman come home) so i had to look up his story #and let me tell you friends my findings were SHOCKING #crowley canonically likes vegetables which means that the crowley is revaan theory = BUSTED #crowley is sailor venus = CONFIRMED #(i know 'whip of love' is a saying but that's where my mind always goes) #DISCLAIMER: this is (mostly) a joke please continue to hold whatever theories and headcanons you want #but look. c'mon. look over here at this whiteboard i've covered in red yarn. #revaan being a picky eater has come up multiple times and there is an entire whole bit about how much he hated jerky and refused to eat it #and now they've made a point of talking about how crowley will eat almost anything and loOoOoves wild game meat especially #it's SO stupid but i can't help but read way too much into it #(this is tumblr if you don't want to see incredibly stupid overanalysis of anime guys then why are you HERE) #and i gotta hold on to something because otherwise whenever malleus and crowley are onscreen together i just keep going 'same hair color... #unless this is like. some kind of deep cover thing. #lilia doesn't recognize him because he saw him eat a green bean once and revaan would NEVER #crowley's secret is safe for another day #(serious hat on: i do think they're probably connected in some way) #(but there's something deeper going on that we're just not clued into yet that will hopefully explain things) #man forget revaan what if crowley whips off his mask and it turns out he was meleanor this whole time #wait hold on meleanor loves jerky. IT ALL FITS...

[kiriona-apologist]

i'm gonna start replying to people who say 11 is their favorite doctor with "oh the writing wasn't very good but matt smith did the best he could in the role" because i am tired of pretending i liked almost any of his seasons

it's what i have to hear about 13 all the time and i'm sick to the gills of it. sick of it i say!

#it is so difficult participating in broader fandom when everyone takes every opportunity to shit on her seasons #like christ it is so normalized to completely denegrate her entire run #i've had people say this shit to me and then turn around and admit they never watched all of it #like lskjdfla;kshtgal;ksjdfal;skjdfas #it makes me wanna bite and tear like a wild animal #and it's so performative!!! like they gotta say her writing was bad but jodie did a good job and that's the discussion #half the time no one can really point to why the writing didn't resonate with them #and the other half is timeless child hate which ok fine that's your opinion but also it really only defines the latter half of her arc? #most of season 12 is pointing to the timeless child reveal yes but there are several general adventure episodes #i'm just so tired of having to constantly defend 13 #this is gods hardest battle and i'm his weakest soldier fr #like why is it when i say 13 is my favorite doctor we have to shit on all of her seasons but when someone else say 10 or 11 #i have to be the polite one and nod along like yes completely perfect choices no flaws whatsoever in those runs #just ONCE i want an 'oh fair enough' and move on in discussion

[simplydnp]

Stop im rewatching why dan is leaving me bc of ur post theyre so disgustingly domestic i adore them

sometimes i watch that video just to feel something

#you are so valid for that anon #theres something about the energy of that video that really gets to me #theyre filming cause its promo and its good clickbait and its silly and fun and Them #but its also For Them yknow?? theyre like we're gonna talk about how we're gonna be apart for the longest time since we've known each other #AFTER 13 years of knowing each other #just even framing it like that really is wild. but its exactly what happens. and they're both on the same page of yeah its a long time. #which. it isnt That Long but it IS for them yknow! #the silly intro phil does in front of Dan's closet. and it starts with dan going oi if you're crying about me it better be a long video! #its goofy and ridiculous. theyre in this bouncy happy uncertain mood. because theres gotta be some adrenaline with it but also appreciating #each other while theyre still there together. then its the complete lack of intro to dan bc come on now its dan you know him. obviously. #& then its the 'sphere' convo and im like bitch. he wants to touch you cause youre leaving!!! let him!! #then dans genuine shock at the swear like mans is down BAD. and then the teasing! the so real plant teasing. but also general life concern #the heart cactus makes me feel some type of way okay #the sheer domesticity of the stair convo and the ps4 struggle #and how phil turns it right back on dan with the selfie incident and dan is bashful about it. #and how phil just. gets to say that dan cant shower in the bus. bc it freaks him out. & ofc dan wont stress him like that. #(also the closet rifling. something dan's 'nice to know you do. in a dark drawer somewhere' vs the lacey shirt being lacey underwear idea) #the bathroom being very clearly a shared space. #goddd theyre sooo smiley and soft and i Cant #dnp #c.text #dan and phil

[neverendingford]

skyglow:

(alternative title: photo dump of a midnight desert run)

#photography #Ford's Art #color says shit #it was either go on a twelve mile run or re-download grindr and get absolutely blasted so I went with the more responsible option. #b because damn I'm feeling it tonight. or at least I was before the run. I need to shower and then I'll cook dinner and go to bed satiated. #I did also jerk off under the bridge and then piss on someone's flowers on the way home. gotta get those animal instincts out somehow right? #anyway I've successfully vented most of my manic energy and a cold shower will finish it off and then we're good. #the mood meds have been helping a lot. last time I got hit with this kind of a mood I came out of it with huge bite marks and chlamydia. #and I haven't been feeling it nearly as bad this time so that's nice. more like a restless dog and less like a caged wolf thirsty for blood. #yes I'm making references to Call of the Wild again deal with it. #anyway sorry to anyone who sees this from the tags and not because you follow me. you didn't sign up for this lmao. #also. this is why I can't be a binary trans woman. this night photography shit is the most gay-man thing ever and I enjoy it. #I was doing it before my last boyfriend but he got me even more into it. #anyway bye I'm gonna go shower and then eat food. I've been hungrier more recently. #between the meds and the hrt my appetite is bigger and I'm gaining weight with the hrt fat redistribution which is cool and good. #I want to be a healthy weight and maybe even a lil chonky? we'll see we'll see.

[mokeonn]

I'm playing bg3 again and trying out the honor mode (which as it turns out, might be a bad idea if you never beat the game in general, much less beat it in tactician mode) and I have been confronted with the fact that I absolutely have dnd race favoritism and it absolutely is contributing to my need for many many bg3 saves because I constantly think "hmmm I want to try playing as a deep gnome to see if I get special dialog with Barcus Wroot, the Iron hands, and the underdark" before picking Drow for the 4th time.

#simon says #to be fair!!! #for my honor mode run I picked half-elf drow heritage because I liked the male face shapes more #and also because picking a Lolth Sworn drow for the 4th time would be a sign of a problem #if you want to know what option number 2 is for character creation is when I think 'i should pick something other than drow' it's halfling #i love halfling characters I love halflings I love the adorably sweet dialog options you get and I love how the game is in a new camera #like it's so fun talking to small characters and having them just look at you normally but having every large character look down at you #it makes every threat 100 times more threatening #someome threatens you and you're a big ol dark urge dragonborn? yeah okay bud. I got acid breath we'll see who wins here #someone threatens you and you're a fucking tiny little wild mage halfling who just spent the last hour telling Lae'zel to be cordial? #yeah I believe that threat. they could absolutely just pick me up and run off with me right now and the most I could do is accidentally fog #if you wanna know default number 3 if I dont wanna be a drow and halfling is just no cutting it? #dragonborn #in actual dnd I have never played them because there's so many other races I default to (like tiefling which is 4 in this list) #but in bg3 they're just SO fun to make and look so cool #it goes in order of special favorite little cultists > special favorite little combat avoiders > the most fun thing to make and play #and finally tiefling. i don't have much of an explanation besides the fact that tieflings are fun and I love their plot relevance in bg3 #but yeah dragonborn is absolutely the most fun to create in character creation and very fun to play #but I gotta choose my special little guys with nothing in common #do I pick a dark elf choosing to leave the cult of lolth to be good? a dark elf who is still Lolth's special little baby girl? #a dark elf with nothing to do with the underdark since their parent left who has lived a surface life and doesn't like cultist association #or do I pick a halfling who's here to be as cordial as possible and find the funniest ways to avoid combat #I was considering having a halfling for my honor mode because I thought romancing Halsin would be fun #but I decided a drow because avoiding the goblin combats without using the tadpole is a HUGE plus #and also because I had used the best halfling hairstyle on my other halfling and I didn't want to just make the same guy twice #anyways I still need to do like every other race and class soon so I can get the fun dialog #but here's the tough truth that funnie pony artist number 32 really loves Drow and Halflings so so so much

[maskyartist]

@ all the people suddenly flocking to my gelato content what the fuck HAPPENED in this recent episode???? was it neo drama???? i've heard shit about ruby and jaune but???? DID WE FINALLY GET FAKE ROMAN????

#masky says #like i've only just realized how many rwby fans have found me- #its kinda wild how many fandoms keep finding me #a lil intimidating tbh but i dont hate it #its like gettin into bed its a comfy! its my comfort series which is wild cause it puts me in emotional distress so easily #BUT LIKE WHERES THE GELATO ATTENTION COMING FROM??? YALL OKAY??? #DO I GOTTA MAKE MORE??? I CAN MAKE MORE WHEN IM NOT BUSY #I CAN GIVE YALL SO MUCH GELATO CONTENT UR BRAINS WILL EXPLODE INTO ICE CREAM

[benetnvsch]

ur wishing he would explode just cuz u accidentally thought about him while I'm trying to meow more cutely cuz my first meows weren't cute or emotional enough for his standards - we are not the same

#- kunikida probably #the comparison between knk/dz and s /k k in this is wild I love it akdh #this track is unreal I adore the extra cds so much #I am like 2/3s done translating it #'but kite u do not know Japanese' YEAH that's why it's taking me so long LMAO #kanji is close enough to cn that I can get most of it with some internet assistance cuz thank g-d for the person who transcribed this but a #there was some word play based on a Japanese expression in the middle and g-d that was hard to get not knowing japanese #for reference #kunikida says an expression about cats working to Dazai to which Dazai is like hahah that's a lot like the word for staying in bed no work #and I had to just akjsdhkj listen to the Japanese and type out what I heard and eventually I got it- #that double threat of both needing to know the expression for it to work and then the word play was deadly #but I came out right on the other side who cheered- #ill finish this tomorrow I think its my dog's bedtime and I still gotta eat dinner-

[mbat]

before i pass out for the night. since my brain is back on dan and phil as if its 2016 or something i need to put this out into the world. this isnt some sort of important life changing post, just a personal funny thing

so when i was 13 and fixating on dan and phil, i read a lot of fanfics. like, i guarantee that even after all these years that, if i had the statistics, that fandom was the one i read the most fanfics for and constantly. i couldnt tell you what nearly any of them were about, and i have a feeling that many of them are probably lost to time by now. i also dont know if i need to mention that yeah, a lot of them were shipping, and yes ive long grown out of that. (the dnp fandom is actually what made me grow out of that)

anyway all this to say that over the last 6 years after i stopped fixating on dan and phil, one fanfic stuck with me and i just. i think about it every once in a while. its been over half a decade. it wasnt a groundbreaking fic, i dont remember any quotes or specifics, just the premise as of at least the first few chapters. idk why it stuck with me

it was literally a fic about. if the world had gotten to a point where almost every child was born as like, a science baby instead of a natural baby, and phil was a science baby, but dan was a natural baby. and there was somehow this like, thing where the science babies would bully the natural babies for some reason idek, and this was a highschool setting and i think dan was a new kid in school. and what gets me about the fic is that dan was some small shy scared kid and phil was some mean jerk bully. and how wild that is compared to how they are in real life

this isnt me trying to find the fic or the person who wrote it or any of that, this is literally just. i remember this fic at least once every few months and i needed to get it out of my brain somewhere

#there are few fics that i remember several years after i read them the first time. this is one of them #depressingly. some of the fics that are on that list are most definitely gone by now #there was one in the vt fandom i still think about 6 years later that i loved. but the person who wrote it hated it :[ #the others that are on that list off the top of my head are the hlvrai mermaid fic and the hlvrai alien weed fic #my brain latches onto the most random fics to remember forever lol #my post #dan and phil #<- tagging for blog purposes. not because i want people to see this #if you see this post. good for you i guess ajfjshd #bur seriously if you know the fic/author of what im talking about. i mean itd be neat to find it again. but dont bother them yknow #its also wild how thats like. such a dystopian novel premise. not in a bad way just a neutral way #i love the premises that people come up with for fanfiction. like. ANYTHING can be a fanfic premise and i find that so magical #i had a fanfic premise that was originally meant to be a dnp fanfic that ive long since changed to be an original thing lol #and its... a weird premise lol. at least i think so #anyway since this is the bottom of the tags and no ones going to read this. i gotta say i have so many thoughts on dnp fanfic culture #and my personal relationship with it which i think. my personal relationship with it was heavily influenced by me being like. #transmasc + mlm but not knowing either yet and how wild that is to look back on #its why i love that one meme pic thats like. 'straight girls who fetishize mlm look like this in 5 years' and it shows a pic of jessie #jessie from breaking bad sorry the tag length ran out #but anyway im not gonna make full posts about that. just wanted to mention it somewhere lol

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

#there's this wild thing i do where i dont trust the chemical lables on containers in the lab #which is 1000% irrational bc by law they have to b correctly labled #i guess its probably more that i dont trust my ability to read the lables. thats a lil more irrational #lil more rational i mean. bc dyslexia and a short term memory that has been certified as below average #so i read the lable and think ok i read the right thing. then i turn around and im immediatly like ok but did i remember that right? #and so i have to go back and check multiple times. it happens everytime i have to pour ethanol #ill pour it into the container and still im like. ok but is this actually ethanol???? yes! u checked the cabinet 3 times and it behaves #like ethanol! wtf is ur problem??? good lord. this is part of the reason i hated chemistry labs #i would get so fucking stressed out that i would have to leave the room and lay on a bench outside so i wouldnt pass out #bc i dont deal well with time pressure and i would have to read the instructions over and over and over and walk back and forth to the #chemical. distrusting of what i just picked up bc i cant trust my eyes and brain. and that eats up a lot of time #and is super fucking frustrating. its also y i go to the lab at weird times so ppl cant see me tracking and back tracking bc my brain cant #go straight from a to b. annoying. its also y i cant handle cooking bc its literally like chemistry #i cant trust my brain to understand instructions under time pressure. i hate it #i also have to tap my pockets like every five minutes to make sure i still have my keys on me bc idk im afriad ill lose them #recently ive been very bad abt locking my door too. as in i lock my door. take ten steps away and cant remember if i locked my door #so i either have to go back and check. and its always locked. or i walk away with a horrible sinking feeling in my gut #even when i kno i locked it. im like. but did i tho??? and i always forget to double check until im like annoyingly far away #whatever. its not that bad. just annoying mostly. sigh... im back taking measurements for the next 4 or 5 days #im being a horrible mope bc all my time feels empty. like i gotta probably say thank u to coauthors for their help getting a manuscript #accepted but i just feel so detached abt it im like so fucking what? but whatever. i gotta pretend to b a functional person #and then work on all rhe other manuscripts that r way more boring. like sure useful whatever i dont care its gonna b boring to write #uuuuugh this what the stupid measurements do to me. im an empty shell. i dont even kno what to draw or read or watch. im just bleh sad #bc i kno im activitly making bad and wasteful choices but i self awareness doesnt seem to help #alas. trapped in a web of compulsive patterns #unrelated

[prijune]

*throws oc art at you* LOOK AT THEM

#prijune art #my ocs #treasure #idk what is with ladia's colors I'm just going wild here and but I want her clothes so bad #ladia looks like a macaw bird I am not complaining #These are from a big file I have where I'm refining(???) their outfits and designs so I guess I went off with Ladia #because the place where she lives in does a lot of dying so I just went #stacy on the other hand I'm still debating color placement and such but she's almost done also she big on just blasting people with magic #RIP everyone who gets in her way while she's getting her diamonds bro #also RIP Kettle may he be remembered #also I'm normal about Claudio and Ladia's relationship- I say like a liar :) #also on other news my brain is telling me to scrap my og idea and just make this a HM style thing because my brain says I should #and also it's one of the other directions/ideas I had with this dang cast of ocs #which means I gotta start over sort of but that's fine it's not like it can't go into the idea recycle bin #and it's not like I don't have 10 bazillion more ideas and projects stewing in my brain but eh we'll get there #at least I hvae a new system when I write ideas now where if while I'm working on something and a new idea that may or may not be related #comes up I just go down a line draw a star write 'BONUS IDEA' and jot whatever it is down and then get back to whatever I was doing #it's a life saver a wonderful cluttered minds blessing

[fingertipsmp3]

I have an absolute perfect storm of a shift coming up in April and I can’t decide whether I should cancel it

#i’ll set the scene for you: 9th april. easter sunday. the cafe is going to be absolutely Mental that day i just know it #i am on shift with: my manager (who’s lovely but she will be in the office all day doing managerial shit unless it gets so busy we literally #can’t cope); another new girl (who’s fairly nice); and my most hated coworker (who made me cry last week) #and to cap it off: i’m probably going to get my period that day!!!!! or maybe the day before which would be even worse since it’s a saturday #and i’m also working that day #why did i so cavalierly say ‘yeah weekends work really well; give me weekend shifts’ #i’ve gone ahead and figured out when all my future periods are and put a ‘DO NOT ACCEPT A SHIFT ON THIS DAY OR DAY BEFORE OR AFTER’ #on my calendar on the expected day 1 of my period #i just don’t know what to do. because what if i cancel it (offer up my shift in the rota app) and then my period is late anyway #i would feel so stupid. and if i get it on the saturday there’s not much point cancelling sunday because yeah day 2 is still bad #but if i survive a day 1 at work i can survive a day 2 #the demon on my shoulder is like ‘quit’ but i LIKE this job and more importantly i don’t want to go back to job hunting #i’ve spent the whole morning searching up like ‘how to survive your period at work’ and gotten Nothing Of Use lmao #it’s all aimed at people with desk jobs and girl if i was allowed to sit down that’d be like 90% of my problems gone immediately #should i just go on birth control. should i call the doctor while mabel has lunch and see if i can get in on friday #that might be the cheat code honestly. just straight up skip that period and get it the next week #BC does give me absolutely wild mood swings which is why i’m not on it but like.. surely there’s One out there that won’t mess me up #like i was on loestrin for about 4 years i think. rigevidon messed me up but surely it’s not the only one that’s appropriate for me?? #i’ll try to call them soon. gotta feed mabel first #personal

[simuran]

An interesting consequence of moving is that my world has awfully shrunk. Basically I only feel safe inside of the flat, and outside of it I'm constantly plagued by thoughts like "Am I doing everything right? Do I look weird? Oh fuck I definitely look weird", "How will I find my way home if my tablet dies?", "Does my insurance cover my being hit by a car?", "What should I do if [insert any ridiculous and improbable scenario here]?". I don't think I've felt this much anxiety over the easiest things like buying a chocolate since I was ten.

I feel like a child so often here. Not only because I have the vocabulary of a two or three year old, but also because I'm both helpless and hapless. I don't know how to cook this unfamiliar food, I don't know how to behave with a family that actually. talks with each other at dinner, I struggle with the strange traffic regulations, I can't go grocery shopping, I don't even need to clean anything here! Which is honestly great, I mean, who can dislike not having to do laundry? But I just wish I could do something instead of feeling useless and, often, in the way.

That doesn't mean I don't have any victories to celebrate though. Today I went to a library! Which was closed, but I'll try again tomorrow, now that I know I can find it. Today I did buy that damn chocolate bar, and even didn't spend half an hour rehearsing all the phrases I might need in front of a mirror! I asked the housekeeper how she was doing and even understood her long answer! (She was so enthusiastic about me learning Italian 🥺)

So yeah, while I'm frustrated at times by my own uselessness, I'm hopeful that it will pass soon. I’m just very surprised at my own reaction, and wanted to put it into words. Of all the things I expected to feel after moving to another country, mentally regressing to a 12 year old was sure not one of them!

#Another aspect of it is the absolutely. puppy joy at approval of adults #me @ me: ma'am please you're in your fucking twenties stop wagging your tail because the mom of the family told you bravo #I gotta tell you living with a family where the parents TALK to and LIKE each other is wild. WILD #I've been here for 11 days and they haven't screamed and each other ONCE #They go to parties together? they go to stuff like book presentations together??? #Idk idk it throws me off balance a little bit #Which is not to say that my mom and step dad are bad btw! They're great! #They're just... not that #Posts by me #real life #Home 2.0 #Aaaaaaa again I'm SO happy I have tumblr to share all this stuff it feels SO good to finally put it into words

[spywitch]

My biggest red flag would be the characters I empathized with/related to in classic english class assigned books

#I wouldn’t say I ‘related’ that much to holden caulfield as in ‘oh he’s just like me’ but I was able to strongly empathize with his emotions #and behavior and while I recognized he was being a little shit the intensity of being an immature teen boy going thru some shit was very #understandable to me and it also felt like Some sort of mental illness was going on that I could understand #but uh then immediately when reading pride and prejudice as soon as mr darcy was introduced I was like oh he just like me fr #which I know he was rude at the beginning but to me like. it was very much giving I dont understand or care about social cues. like maybe a #wild take that ppl would kill me over but he seemed kinda autistic. which like its very possible to be rude/arrogant and autistic at the #same time lmao bc u gotta kind of train yourself to understand things that are very important to others that you might not get #like if I lived in that time period and had to entertain the higher social standards they had back then. I also would probably be rude

[lovebugism]

could I request maybe shy!reader trying to play dnd with eddie but she's suuuuuuper nervous and confused and internally panicking about him not liking her anymore if she can't get into it?? Or if you wanna change it up please do!! love you!!

love you! hope you like it! — you get insecure about not liking d&d when a girl joins hellfire (shy!fem!r, hurt/comfort ish, established relationship, 1.4k)

The Hellfire room is void of the boyish bodies that usually fill it. The abandoned classroom, turned freak sanctuary, is now littered with pieces the rogues, clerics, and bards left behind — in half-empty soda cans and crumbled-up bags of potato chips.

While Eddie packs up his binder, filled to the brim with miscellaneous papers, you wander around the long table with a trashcan in hand. The wild-haired boy squints when you chuck Dustin’s crushed Pepsi in the bin. “You don’t have to do that, you know?”

“It’s okay,” you shrug. “I don’t mind.”

Eddie huffs through his nose, feeling too exhausted now to argue. He slides his binder into his bag and watches you rake Gareth’s chip crumbs into the trashcan. The urge to stop you becomes unignorable then. 

“Okay, well, you know what? I mind—” the boy retorts, striding the very short distance to you and snatching the bin from your grip. He smiles a crooked grin and continues in a fantastical accent. “—‘Cause the Dungeon Master’s queen shouldn’t have to clean up after a bunch of lowborns, alright?”

You roll your eyes with a subdued giggle. “Someone’s gotta do it, Eds,” you insist as you reach for the plastic container he took. You exhale sharply when he hides it further behind him, pulling it further out of your way. “I wanna be of some use around here!”

Eddie’s face twists. “Don’t say that.”

You cower beneath his stare. “Well… It’s not like I actually play or anything. I just kinda… sit around… And watch you guys do everything…”

“Well, why would you play?” he laughs. “You don’t even like D&D.”

Something in the way he says it makes you ache. You’ve always felt distantly horrible about it — failing to take interest in something he holds so close to his heart. Hearing him reiterate that fact twists the knife lodged in your chest.

“That doesn’t bother you?” you wonder, impossibly shy. “That I don’t play?”

Eddie shrugs and sits the bin down again. “Why would that bother me?” he scoffs.

“I don’t know… ‘Cause you like it. And it’s your favorite thing to do in the whole world.”

“Well… Maybe not my favorite thing,” he croons with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Your nose scrunches in disdain. His laughter fills the empty room as his ringed hands spread warm along your sides. “I just feel bad,” you confess, gaze averted to the scuffed tile beneath your feet. “You know, that I can’t get into or whatever.”

Eddie meets your subtle pout with an unbothered grin. “There’s nothing to feel bad about. People like different things, babe. That’s life,” he assures you, squeezing softly at your sides. “I mean, it’s no different than me hating The Smiths, right? I still let you play their cassettes in the van, and you still sit in on all my campaigns— and that, sweetheart, is the meaning of true love…”

Unswayed, you jerk softly back when he leans down to kiss you. You frown up at him with your arms crossed between your bodies. “But Rory loves D&D. And she’s super pretty…”

Aurora Edwards was the newest edition to the Hellfire gang. She goes by Rory for short, though, ‘cause she’s cool like that and everything. Her dyed blonde hair is as wild as Eddie’s, cut into a makeshift mullet that sits sort of shaggy on her head — intentionally messy in a way only she can pull off. 

She likes cool music and cool clothes and cool hobbies — because everything she does seems to have some sort of subverted flair to it. She’s smart and she’s nerdy and she’s beautiful. None of which seem fair. You’ve been stirring with feelings of inadequacy since you met her. 

And Eddie doesn’t seem to get any of it. His brows furrow at your words, like none of them have any sort of meaning to him.

“She’s way more your type than I am,” you blurt.

A laugh sputters from his plush mouth. “You think my love for you is contingent on some stupid game?” he chuckles.

The way he says it makes you shrink. You feel sort of stupid about it now. “I don’t know…”

“Well, then, I have done a very shit job of being your boyfriend.”

Your chest stings. “No, you haven’t, Eddie—”

“Mm,” he hums, half playful, as he tilts his pretty head to his shoulder. “I have, though. ‘Cause if you think some other girl liking Dungeons and Dragons is gonna make me love you any less, then I have done something horribly, horribly wrong.”

You bite back a smile at his words, pursing your lips to the side of your mouth until the beam becomes impossible to ignore.

“‘Cause you’re kinda stuck with me, turns out,” the boy continues. “Unfortunately for you.”

“Unfortunately?” you echo with a scoff.

“Yeah. ‘Cause if some other schmuck comes around who likes listening to The Smiths and sitting in the sunshine, he’s gonna have to go through me.”

You breathe sharply through your nose in place of a laugh. “I don’t want another guy, Eds…” you confess, going shy all over again.

His nose scrunches as he plays coy. “Even if he doesn’t smoke?” he wonders in a sheepish murmur.

“Even if he doesn’t smoke.”

“Good,” he beams, pulling you into him by your belt loops. His breath fans over your jaw in a minty-nicotine concoction as he ducks his face closer to yours. “‘Cause I don’t want anyone else, either, alright? Even if they are almost as good as me at D&D… Actually, it’s kinda a turn-off, now that I’m thinking about it…”

“Is it?”

“Yeah… ‘Cause, like, I love teaching you about it and everything.”

“Even when I have no idea what you’re talking about?”

“Especially when you have no idea what I’m talking about,” he laughs, smiling so hard his cheeks speckle pink. “‘Cause you know how much I like it, so… You let me talk all the shit I want.”

“’S just because you’re so pretty when you talk about things you like,” you confess.

His face twists. “Am I?”

“Well, you’re pretty all the time, but…”

“You flatter me,” he huffs and pulls you closer. He smirks and goes quieter when he says, “And flattery goes a long way with me.”

“Does it?” you hum with a sunshine-coated giggle.

Eddie doesn’t answer you with words. He just presses his lips to your mouth and hopes you get the gist. His tongue swipes against yours, soft and sudden, as he guides you towards the table. You run into a rogue chair before he can get you on top of it. It screeches against the linoleum tile. 

With his face in your hands, you giggle against his mouth. His denim-clad knee slips between your thighs.

The door squeaks softly open then. Rory enters, swift and unthinking. You and Eddie pull apart — one looking much more horrified than the other — as the blonde girl stands frozen in the doorway. Drowning in her sweatshirt and baggy jeans, she points a lanky finger towards the table.

“Sorry,” she apologizes, voice gritty and deep. “I just left my girlfriend’s jacket here, and she doesn’t know I stole it, so… She’d definitely kill me if I forgot it.”

“That’s okay. Come in,” Eddie shrugs with a tightlipped smile, nodding his head in a silent invitation. When Rory plucks the coat from the back of her chair, he says, “Tell Jess I said hi, yeah?”

The girl scoffs as she heads back towards the door again, leaving just as quickly as she came. “She still hates you, you know that, right?” she laughs. ‘Cause Jess was a cheerleader — pretty and sometimes kind, but dreadfully conservative. Her uptight nature often clashed with Eddie’s much more chaotic one. 

“Well, tell her to get in line,” Eddie chuckles.

Before Rory leaves the room, she glances at the two of you over her shoulder. She winks with an eye smudged with black liner. “Have fun, you two,” she croons in a pretty voice before shutting the door behind her.

You stand, still and silent in place, wringing your anxious hands into a knot. Feeling like a total idiot, you refuse to meet Eddie’s gaze. You know he’s got a smug look on his face. You can hear the smirk in his voice when he says, “See? Not my type at all.”

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[neverevan]

I know we all love the idea of Eddie keep flirting with Steve and calling him pet names, because he thinks he can get away with it.

But I've been thinking about Steve casually calling Eddie baby without even registering what he's doing.

Like they are standing outside the van with the hood open and Steve just tutting at him like "Eddie, baby, you really gotta get your transmission checked, this is like the third time this month" and Eddie's losing his shit, mouth hanging open in shock, but Steve has no idea and it just keeps on happening after that.

Next time it happens, they are all over at Steve's, having a movie night and Steve has El and Max passed out on him, making him unable to get up from the couch without waking them and he just whisper-yells to Eddie "Hey babe, could you pass me a beer? Kinda tied up here" and Eddie just blanks and says nothing, but gets a bottle from the sixpack on the floor and Steve says "thanks" like it's just how things have always been between them.

And Eddie's working himself into a frenzy. Has Steve got no idea about what he's doing to him? Because Eddie's been lowkey crushing on Steve since he got mixed up in the whole Upside Down business and it just got worse when he woke up at the hospital to Steve holding his hand and giving him the brightests of smiles that there was, rubbing his thumb over Eddie's knuckles, whispering a soft "Hey there sleeping beauty, how're ya feeling?" while being completely oblivious to the suspicious look Wayne was giving them. And sure, hanging out with him nearly every day didn't help the situation one bit.

But this. This is going to be the death of him.

And it just keeps on happening. Steve murmurs "goodnight baby" into the phone before hanging up, he shouts "babe, come here, you gotta see this" when Lucas ends up stuffing fifteen oreos into his mouth (which is a new personal record) and whispers "hey baby, I'm sorry, I know you'd rather do something else, but I promised Mrs Wheeler" when they're watching Holly's ballet recital, waving at her from their seats when her eyes land on them.

It all comes to a head when Eddie's stupid van breaks down in the middle of fucking nowhere, on their way back from Indianapolis, after going there to buy a special boardgame for Dustin's birthday.

There's not a single car or house to be seen anywhere in a ten mile radius.

"Oh this is just great," Steve hisses as he jumps out of the car to walk around and Eddie does the same. He pops the hood and watches as a small cloud of smoke slithers out of it.

"Shit" Eddie swears under his breath. It looks bad.

"See baby, that's exactly why I told you to get it checked! Because I didn't wanna get stuck in fucking no man's land!"

"Look, I'm sure if we just leave it to rest a little..."

"Rest? Eds, come on, you know that's not how it works. We gotta walk up to the next gas stop and phone someone to tow it."

"Fuck, fine!" Eddie grunted. "But it gets dark in like twenty minutes."

They both know that they can't handle walking out in the wild after dark. Not after everything and not with all the nightmares that still tormented them most nights.

"Then I guess we're sleeping out here tonight." Steve says, dropping his hands on his hips. "You have pillows or some shit in the back?"

"Got a couple of blankets, yeah."

In the end they lay down two blankets on the bottom of the van and bundle up some old jumpers Eddie keeps in there for pillows. They lie there, facing each other in the dark.

"Hey... I'm sorry about all this" Eddie whispers, like his voice could disturb anyone out here in the middle of nowhere.

"It's okay, I just wish you'd pay more attention to stuff like this. I mean shit, babe, what if it's just you out here, huh? What then?"

"Steve-"

"I mean, I just hate to think about how shitty it would be, to be out here alone, in the dark... plus I'd worry myself sick not knowing where you are, you know?"

"Steve."

"Yeah?"

"I'm not alone."

"No, no you're not alone" Steve agrees with a private little smile.

They settle into a companionable silence and Eddie's almost certain that Steve is just about to drift off, but he can't contain it in himself any longer; he has to ask.

"Hey Steve?"

"Mmh?"

"Why uh... why are you keep calling me...?" He can't bring himself to say it out loud without his face heating up.

"What?"

"Names." He settles, hoping that Steve would get it.

"Names?"

He's gonna make him say it, isn't he?

"Yeah like uh... baby."

"Oh"

Even in the darkness of the van Eddie can see how the colour darkens in Steve's cheeks.

"Does it bother you?" Steve asks after a beat and Eddie just sighs out a soft "no".

"Okay."

For a long moment it seems that this is all Eddie's gonna get, but then Steve shuffles a little closer and runs a finger along Eddie's palm before taking his hand into his own.

"It just felt right, you know? Calling you that. I dunno, it was like how it was meant to be."

"That sounds kinda romantic, isn't it?" Eddie's shooting for a joke, but Steve just sighs timidly.

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?"

"Steve-"

"Eddie... can I?" He doesn't finish it, but Eddie knows he'd say yes to pretty much anything Steve could ever ask from him.

"Yeah" He breathes with a little nod and Steve scoots even closer, placing his other hand onto Eddie's cheek. He leans in and looks him in the eyes for an impossibly long moment, making sure he's got permission one last time.

Steve whispers a soft "baby" onto his lips before finally closing the gap between them.

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