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Companionship | pt. 4

Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x f!reader

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Summary: The lines of your agreement begin to blur with one simple word: sweetheart.

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Warnings: age gap, alcohol, mild fluff, feelings, foul language, hospital stresses, some angst thrown in because what the hell, slowburn, they AWKWARD (I love them)/bad jokes, idk Robby’s a hockey fan because I could totally see that (baseball too)

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When one of your co-workers had asked you on a date the following week, you had turned him down. It had come as a surprise, not having said much more than pleasantries to each other when you passed in the hall. He was nice, attractive enough to have caught your attention before, but you told him you were not looking to date. Too busy, gotta focus on school, just not for me right now, were all valid reasons. Not because of Michael. Nope. That would be stupid.

You tried to remove yourself from getting too wrapped up in your imagination. Frankly, because it was making you incredibly anxious. You texted Erin and Marsi to hang out, to come study, to go out for brunch, anything to get you out of your apartment. You worked longer hours. You even joined a random study group with some other accounting majors.

You believed you had it all back on track just two weeks after your dinner. But it was hard to ignore the way your pulse quickened whenever he called. You kept telling yourself it was still the anxiety around the arrangement and not the person on the other end.

Michael called late one Tuesday, exhausted from his shift. You began to think that perhaps he did not enjoy returning to an empty, quiet apartment to be alone with his thoughts.

“Hey,” he said, voice low, rougher than usual.

“Long night?”

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked, laying down on your bed after changing into some pajamas.

He let out a long sigh, “Perhaps another time.”

You were smart enough to pick up on the deflection, but you hummed, “Sure.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You felt stupid for getting upset over his deflection, annoyed that it was likely just going to be another night you filled the void with your voice. Was it stupid and unjustified to get frustrated with him? More than likely. Did you feel that way anyways? Definitely. You kept trying to remind yourself you were both barely acquaintances, and this was exactly what you had signed up for.

“Can I ask you something?” You ventured, glancing at your nails.

“Shoot.”

“Why’d you become a doctor?”

There were several moments of silence as he digested the question, and you anxiously bit at the side of your nails.

“I wanted to help people.” He told you, but there was something in his tone that suggested it was just a reflex answer. In the quiet that followed, he cleared his throat, “It wasn’t easy. I was tested at every turn, still am. But it meant something. It mattered.”

Something so large went unspoken between you — I mattered. You did not dare speak on it.

“That’s very honorable.”

“Honor’s got nothing to do with it.”

“Well, I find that very honorable. Selfless.” You stressed, staring up at your ceiling.

“Yeah,” he said after a moment, “how was your day?”

Despite wanting to push, you realized that perhaps you had wandered into territory far too personal for your arrangement, which made your cheeks flare with heat. You found yourself wanting to get to know him more than was likely appropriate.

You launched into your day, discussing a few minor details about work and the new system they were slowly beginning to implement. You paused after he yawned, causing you to mirror it.

“Goodnight,” you said first, eyes heavy.

“Goodnight,”

—

It was easily your busiest day all month. Between onboarding a bunch of new employees, cashing out a handful of ones that had quit, studying for an exam, a project and a few prior commitments to hang out with your friends, you were stretched thin. You left your apartment early and were not set to return until late.

Hunger ate away at your stomach as lunchtime came and went without stopping to eat. Thankfully you had left a granola bar in your desk drawer, but it did little to satisfy you.

After clocking in overtime, you left the office just after 6 — moving into your car and finally taking a breath. You quickly went through a handful of notifications, before finding a text from Michael timestamped at 2:23.

Can we talk tonight?

You debated it. You wanted to, but you still had things to do and you were starving.

Raincheck?

I had the busiest day and I haven’t been able to eat yet.

Your phone buzzed with an alert not even a moment later, while you sat still in your car, trying to take a moment for yourself.

We could grab food instead?

. . .

New Thai place opened up near me

Your stomach grumbled, making up your mind for you. Smiling to yourself and deciding the last details of your project could be edited the following morning, you agreed, asking for the address.

You were far too hungry for the nerves of seeing him again to invade — instead trying to freshen up with the aid of your sun visor mirror and whatever you could find in your bag. Lipgloss and a tiny bottle of perfume were going to have to make it work. You studied your reflection, and tried to fix your hair as much as you could given the circumstances.

The Thai place was busy, which considering they had only just opened, should have been expected. You found a parking space near the back and sent a text to let Michael know you had arrived.

Smoothing out your work slacks and blouse once you were out of the car, you pulled your blazer tight — the evening having grown chilly. You saw Michael waiting near the front door, dressed in jeans and a casual zip-up sweatshirt, a festival t-shirt peeking through.

You smiled as you approached, “Hi.”

He smiled in return, taking you in, putting his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. “Hi.”

You glanced in the window to see how busy the place was and your stomach protested.

“They said the wait to sit down was likely going to be an hour,”

You frowned, glancing around at the other buildings on each side of the street.

“There’s a Chinese place just a block away, we could try that?” He offered.

“Do you mind?” You asked quietly, bringing your arms across your body. “I’d still like to check this place out, but I don’t think I can wait that long.”

He smiled easily, “Not at all.”

You stepped into pace with him, heading down the sidewalk towards the Chinese restaurant. You were away from the more central part of Pittsburgh, but traffic still whizzed by, undisturbed by the darkening skies.

“Did you work today?” You asked, peeking at him from the corner of your eye.

“No, but I have a swing shift tomorrow. Haven’t had to work one of those in awhile, but we’re short staffed.” He explained with a tiny shrug.

You absorbed the new information. “You usually work days?”

“Normally, yeah. Sort of a perk of…my job title.” He chuckled.

Part of you wanted to ask what exactly that title was, but realized it would likely give away too much information. From everything you knew about his job, it definitely seemed like he worked in a hospital as opposed to a clinic or private practice — ICU perhaps? Emergency room? Curiosity ate away in your mind, picturing him in a white lab coat, but you tried to shake off the thought.

He held the door open for you, and you stepped into the restaurant, taking it in. The smell of food was overwhelming until it was all you could consider, your stomach making it painfully obvious how empty it was. You took note of the vending machines against the wall and the two tables — both occupied. You turned back to him and watched as he noticed the lack of seating as well.

“We could just get take out,” he said, eyes meeting yours. “My place is just a few blocks away.”

You swallowed, and genuinely considered it. You were far too hungry to try someplace else and you turned to look at the menu. Fuck it.

“That was—that was forward of me. I didn’t mean—just so we have a place to sit down and eat. We can—”

You looked up at him and smiled, “No, that’s fine. Killing me would be so hypocritical of the whole ‘do no harm’ thing.”

He blinked and your face instantly heated, digesting your own words.

“That was a terrible joke, oh my god—”

He laughed. He laughed.

All your fears washed away at the sound of it, and you smiled sheepishly before turning towards the counter at the end of the restaurant.

“I’m sorry,” he said, taking a breath, grin still stretched across his face, “I wasn’t laughing at you.”

“No! I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to insinuate—”

He waved off your concern, moving towards the counter. “No harm done.”

You both ordered, and you got your usual and Michael ordered orange chicken — but you both moved to pay. You stared down at each of your cards, catching just a glimpse of his full name on the front — Michael C. Rob — the rest covered by his thumb. You glanced at his face.

His brown eyed gaze was on you, too, holding steady for several beats of your heart, and it took the sigh from the woman behind the counter for you to move again.

“I got it.” He said.

“Thank you.” You whispered, putting your card back into your wallet.

The woman informed you it would just take ten minutes, much to your relief. You moved off to the side and leaned against the wall to wait, Michael leaning next to you. It was a small space, filled with the sounds from the kitchen seen behind the counter, and the light conversation from the five other people sitting down.

Thoughts moving from your hunger and the food, you absorbed the information that he lived near here. It was a considerably nicer part of Pittsburgh, you knew you could never even afford a studio in the area, but it made sense. He had money — he had money to burn, considering your monthly stipend.

The walk back to his place after you had collected your food was quiet, and you savored the sound of his street — off the main streets, it was nice. You had long grown used to the white noise of cars outside your window in your own apartment.

There was a doorman when you arrived at his building, and you craned your neck to look up at it. Red brick and large windows, and your shoes clacked! on the clean tile once you were through the main door. It was immaculate, and gave you the sudden intrusive thought that you did not belong. It worked up your throat like bile and you turned your eyes to the floor.

You took the elevator up with him to one of the top floors, and you stared at yourself in the mirror on either side of the elevator. His reflection watched you, until the elevator doors opened. The hallway was empty and quiet, and you reflexively reached for the takeout bag so he could get his keys.

21B

His apartment was beautiful. Even before he flicked the lights on, you knew — late evening light spilling in from the windows along the far wall. It was an open floor plan, his front door opening into his living room with a tiny entryway. His kitchen was laid on the right side, with a quaint dining room set up, large windows and a door to a balcony. There was an archway that led to a hallway along the wall to your left — presumably to his bedroom and bathroom.

The brick accents did wonders for the space, and the furnishings were modest. Not fancy or flashy, but clearly not second-hand. There was something distinctly lived in about the space, a discarded book on the end table and scattered coasters on the coffee table. There was a dip on the L-shaped couch, a favorite spot undoubtedly, with the remote haphazardly discarded on one of the cushions.

He removed his shoes in the entryway, and you followed his lead before you followed after him.

“I don’t have much in terms of drinks,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, I’ve got water and iced tea…wine, I also have wine.”

You smiled at him, placing your bag on the granite countertop. “Water’s just fine, thank you.”

He nodded, putting the takeout bag next to the sink, when he reached into one of the cabinets to get a glass. While he sorted through the bag, and got your drink, you wandered over to the windows, glancing at the city sprawled out before you, the sunset burning behind the buildings. The sky was a fine array of oranges and reds, and you found you loved the view.

Michael cleared his throat behind you, making you jump. He smiled sheepishly, handing you the glass of water. You took it with a smile of your own and sipped it.

“You have a really nice place.” You found yourself saying, still looking over the walls and wood finishes.

“Oh, thank you.”

You walked back into the kitchen with him and followed his lead bringing your food into his living room. You glanced at his dining table, but did not question it — not being able to argue to sit down on a very comfortable looking couch after you had been running around all day.

You both began eating with a Penguins game in the background, and you did your best to be polite and not inhale your food.

“Did you want to talk about your day?” He asked after a few bites of his orange chicken.

You looked over to him, swallowing a mouthful of food. “Me?”

He looked amused, “You.”

You blinked, “I mean, aside from it being an incredibly long and busy day, there’s not much to say. A shitshow, but hey, that’s showbiz, baby.”

The corners of his lips rose into a grin, “Yeah? I didn’t know accounting and show business were related.”

You held up your hand and crossed two of your fingers, “Incredibly intertwined. You could play ‘pick the narcissist’ with either profession, and you’d be right either way.”

Michael laughed, “Run into a lot of those today?”

You shrugged, but your lips were inching upward, “Without delving into company secrets, yeah, my boss can be a bit of a megalomaniac. It’s all a numbers game, even at the price of employee satisfaction. There’s been a high turnover rate recently.”

Michael nodded like he fully understood what you were talking about. “Have you considered leaving?”

“Frequently. Once I graduate, for sure. Only a few more months.” You chewed a bite of your food, the hunger in your stomach ebbing away, “How has work been for you?”

“Admin has been on my ass,” he told you, eyes flickering to the tv and back to you. “Patient satisfaction scores, you know?”

“You have satisfaction scores?” You asked incredulously, confusion knitting your brows together. “That sounds like some shit they do for a fast food chain.”

He gestured wildly with his hands, “That’s what I said.”

“I mean, sure, satisfaction is important in any industry — but that wouldn’t be my main concern in a hospital environment. How is employee satisfaction?”

“Down,” Michael said with a frown. “Understaffing is a big problem. Nurses, attendings, techs, you name it. Wait times are high, and I just don’t have the staff to bring it down.”

“Damn,” you breathed out, “I guess I can’t say I’m surprised, especially not after the pandemic.”

He looked down into his food, nodding, “The pandemic hit us hard. There’s definitely a distinct difference in life before and life after for most of us.”

You watched him, noticing the smallest wince in his cheek at the mention of it. And to think just the other week that I had been thinking how nice it had been to work from home. You swallowed your guilt with the last bite of your food, noticing how the mood shifted.

Your knees brushed when he turned his eyes back to the television, a faraway look in his eyes. You bumped his knee purposefully the second time, gaining his attention.

“I don’t know how to help you, or even if I can, or if you even want me to. But I’m always here if you want to talk, or if you need a distraction.” You offered with a small smile.

His face relaxed at that, “And that’s enough, sweetheart, thank you. Being able to talk, or think about anything else has been incredibly helpful.”

While you absorbed everything he said, the word sweetheart bounced around in your head, making your palms clammy.

“Of course, yeah,” you looked away from him, unable to hold his gaze.

“I mean it.” He said, gaining your full attention, “Thank you.”

A genuine smile appeared on your face, soft and gentle.

Hours passed with simpler conversation, both your attentions on the hockey game. But you would be lying if you said you missed the way his touch lingered on your skin, or how warm his body felt next to you, throwing your thoughts in a frenzy.

You were thankful that he was talking about simple, mundane things, because you were having a hard time focusing on it. You felt like a stupid hormonal teenager sat next to him, stuck in your own head rather than the moment.

When the game ended at a brutal 3-0 against, you could not help but yawn.

“I should probably call it,” you said, glancing at the time on your phone.

He nodded, moving to sit up, rolling his shoulders with the softest groan that short-circuited your brain. He held his hand out to you and you took it, gathering your scattered thoughts, trying to remember to grab all your things.

“Let me walk you to your car.” He said, putting on his shoes.

“You don’t have to do that—”

“Well, I’m going to anyway. It’s late and your car is several blocks away.”

You grabbed your bag, cheeks heating, “Alright.”

Once outside, you absentmindedly looped your arm with his, his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. Neither of you spoke on it, his eyes only lingering on your face for a few short seconds. You enjoyed the warmth of his body, pressed into his side — the thoughts in your head momentarily quieting.

You felt like the walk to your car had been far too short as opposed to the walk to his place, and it took a moment to finally let go of him.

“Thank you for walking me.” You said, looking at him. “I had a good time tonight.”

“I did, too. Spontaneous. It was good.”

Nodding in agreement, you stepped toward your car. “I’ll let you know when I get home?”

“Yeah,” he smiled softly at you. “get home safe.”

You parted with a lingering goodbye.

—

It had only been a few days since you had heard from Michael, though that wasn’t uncommon. Part of you felt antsy about it — fingers itching to send him a message or call to check in on him. You felt foolish, a tiny part of your brain aching to connect with him. Every time the thought crossed your mind, you pushed it back down, desperate to discard it. He wasn’t looking for connection — that was the exact opposite of what he was looking for.

Sweetheart echoed in your head even now, the rough timber of his voice burrowing deep, making your heart flutter.

Huffing a long sigh, you focused back on your report, but your eyes seemed to look straight through the screen like it wasn’t even there.

When your phone buzzed, you quickly reached for it. You tried not to feel the disappointment flood through your system at the text from Marsi.

I had the worst day. Let’s go out tonight?

You pursed your lips, debating it. It surely would get your mind off a certain someone, and maybe even help you get your thoughts back on track.

Please

You sent back.

—

The bar was pretty busy. It had been a long time since you had been out on a Friday night. Marsi clearly had been through it, her numerical analytics presentation for her computer science masters had gone terribly when she had misunderstood a pretty large part of the project. She had the weekend to correct it — the professor not wanting to fail her.

But she had needed a night off, and you decided a night off would be good for you, too. It was nice. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

Marsi ordered shots, downing hers as quickly as it came. You hesitated, staring at the clear liquid. You debated it, but then decided a shot and a drink wouldn’t throw off your weekend too much.

“Alright, you’re so off. Spill.”

Your eyes went wide, looking back to your friend. “What are you talking about?”

“That! That look right there.”

You pursed your lips and frowned, sipping your drink. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Is it a guy?” When she received no immediate answer, she continued, “Oh jeez, did he find out about that sugar daddy thing?”

“No! What? No, of course not.” Speaking quickly, you turned her eyes away from your friend, hoping she wouldn’t notice you flustering. “There’s no guy.”

Marsi did not look even slightly convinced, narrowing her eyes over her jack and ginger. “You suck at lying.”

Flustered, you tried to change the subject. “Did you catch the Penguins game last night?”

“What?” Marsi laughed, “Don’t try to change the subject!”

“There’s no guy.” You huffed, stressing your words.

She quirked an eyebrow, “I don’t believe you. Is it a taboo thing? Is it a co-worker?”

You tried to quiet your friend, hushing her. Give it to Marsi to see right through you. At least it’s not Erin, your mind commented.

“Professor?” Marsi shooed away your hands, “Jeez, stop that!”

“What? Ew, no!”

“Oh fuck.” Marsi said after a moment's realization. “Is it the sugar daddy?”

“No!” You protested quickly, too quickly, before adding with your nose scrunched and face ablaze, “Don’t call him that,”

Marsi groaned, “Jesus. Didn’t Erin warn you about that?”

You tried to collect yourself, taking a deep breath to steady your heart, your thoughts hazy from the questions. “Please don’t get it twisted. It’s not like that.”

Marsi gave an unconvinced hum, sipping her drink. “Do you wish it was?”

“I don’t—I—uhh—no!” You closed your eyes tight, leaning your head back trying to stifle your annoyed groan. You looked back at your friend, “No.”

Marsi was quiet, watching you closely.

“Look, I don’t want that. He’s nice. I enjoy talking with him, but that’s it. It’s not complicated like that.” You told her, gulping the last of your drink.

“Whatever you say,” Marsi waved off. “That guy across the bar has been eyeing you up for the last ten minutes. Maybe you should get laid.”

Your face burned, not even bothering to check. “I’m not into one-night stands.”

“I’m sure that’s the reason you haven’t looked.” Marsi said with a smirk.

You groaned in frustration. “Can you just drop it?”

“Sure, sure,” she sipped her drink. “You’re awfully flustered for it being something that’s not complicated.”

“Please.”

When you opened your eyes, Marsi was frowning at you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push.”

You sighed, “Thank you. I just don’t want a lecture right now.”

Marsi nodded, “You’re right, we came out to have fun! Let me tell you about this—”

Your phone buzzed on the bartop, Michael’s name lighting up your screen. Marsi’s eyes flickered from the tv above the bar to your phone to your face. She gave a wry grin.

Exasperated, ignoring the butterflies in your gut, you grabbed your phone. “I don’t wanna hear it.”

Marsi laughed, “I didn’t even say anything!”

You gave her a dry look, “I’ll be right back.”

You were out of your seat, moving quickly towards the entrance of the bar. Your heart picked back up, worry ebbing into your excitement. He never called this late without warning you first.

Not wanting to risk missing his call, you answered, “Hold on.” You moved out onto the sidewalk, moving until you were under the streetlight. “Hey.”

“Am I interrupting? I’m sorry—”

“No, no. Is everything alright?”

“I just wanted to—I thought—” Michael sighed. “I just wanted to talk.”

“Oh.”

“I shouldn’t have called, you’re clearly busy,”

“I want to talk to you, too.” You said, I wanted to talk to you all day went unspoken.

“Oh.”

You smiled gently, staring down at your feet, ‘I’m just not home yet. Can I call in like an hour?”

“Please do.”

—

“So…night out…uh, solo?” He asked after you greeted each other.

Was that jealousy in his tone? No, it couldn’t be.

“Yeah, one of my friends really needed it,” you explained, kicking off your shoes and moving into your bedroom. “She had a bad day.”

“Oh.”

“I’m glad to be home now,” You said, removing your dress, placing him on speaker. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy hanging out with her. Just Friday nights out aren’t always my thing, not much anymore, anyway.”

“I get that,” he said, his tone raspy. “I wanted to check in about work. I know the last week has been stressful for you.”

You pulled a pajama top over your head. “Some of the new staff is picking up the slack, I just hope they don’t leave before I do.” You chuckled.

He let out a breathy laugh.

You crawled into your bed, stretching out with a long yawn. “Admin still up your ass?”

“More than usual, yeah.”

It did not take long into your conversation for the light snoring on the other end to start, indicating that Michael had fallen asleep. His soft breaths in and out brought a comfort to you, enjoying the simplicity of him. Instead of ending the call, you placed your phone on the nightstand next to your head.

Closing your eyes, you laid back on your pillow and went to sleep.

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mercury notes. 💅🏻

Disclaimer. these observations do not have to resonate with everyone and everything, all expressed in this post is based on personal experience and research.

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mercury signs and their characteristics 🍭

🫧 aries mercury

You're blunt and direct because you deeply care about your loved ones and want what's best for them, even if it initially hurts. You're a reliable friend who values mental stimulation over constant chatter. You're quick-witted and passionate, often diving into new interests headfirst, even if you haven't mastered them yet. Challenges excite you, and you prefer things that make you think hard. You can get obsessed until you figure something out, and once you do, you stick with it. However, you might get competitive or jealous when others are better at something you're passionate about. Plus, all that thinking can give you headaches. But ultimately, your bluntness stems from a place of caring, and your loyalty and agility of mind make you a valuable friend.

🫧 taurus mercury

Your laidback nature stems from your focus on what truly matters to you. You're guarded because you've learned to prioritize your goals and rely only on yourself, leading to a preference for a small, trustworthy circle. While emotional, your rationality guides you to offer practical advice sought by many. When you love, you do so intensely, either fully invested or not at all, which can leave you drained in communication and occasionally introverted, causing concern among others. You're honest and direct, with an appreciation for the beauty of words, possibly drawn to poetry. In youth, you might have easily developed crushes and possess a melodious voice, possibly skilled in singing. With Taurus Mercury, your communication style is stable and methodical, marked by a reserved demeanor and a tendency to carefully analyze your thoughts and opinions. While you may appear stubborn, others view you as thoughtful and reliable due to your grounded approach to communication.

🫧 gemini mercury

With your mind always buzzing, you might need to work on organizing to avoid getting overwhelmed easily. You're a sponge for information, possibly even having some psychic intuition. Your ability to grasp concepts quickly lets you talk your way through things effortlessly, even if you haven't fully digested them. People trust whatever you say, even if it's random, thanks to your charm. Your hunger for knowledge keeps you everywhere, possibly juggling multiple social media accounts or interests, making you intriguing yet hard to pin down. From a young age, you displayed advanced intellect, impressing others with your wisdom beyond years. However, your thirst for new knowledge can lead to forgetting old ones, making exams a struggle unless you study hard. Despite this, you're generous and respectful, always open to communication, which earns you many acquaintances but perhaps few deep emotional bonds, leaving you somewhat detached. You're expressive, likely talking with your hands and body to drive your point home. With a Gemini Mercury, you're curious and talkative, overflowing with ideas and a penchant for witty, sarcastic communication. You enjoy delving into topics deeply and playfully, often expressing yourself through clever wordplay and puns.

🫧 cancer mercury

Cancer Mercuries are often misunderstood due to the crybaby stereotype, but they're much more than that. They have a knack for sensing emotions, especially in their loved ones, and their words carry a depth that reflects their own experiences and wounds. They have a remarkable memory for emotional moments, often recalling cringey or painful events vividly while forgetting trivial details easily. These folks lean towards introversion and need plenty of alone time to recharge, thriving best among their loved ones. Clear communication is crucial with them as they can sense insincerity. Despite their emotional nature, they keep their feelings guarded and may use self-deprecating humor to deflect. Once they trust you, though, they're fiercely loyal and offer comfort and support with their words. With a Cancer Mercury, communication is deeply compassionate and intuitive, rooted in empathy and a desire to nurture and support others. They express themselves poetically and creatively, understanding others' pain and offering unwavering support.

🫧 leo mercury

Individuals with Leo Mercury express their love and affection through communication, showing warmth and making others feel like instant best friends. They can get obsessive about their interests and crushes, giving them intense focus. In learning environments, they need joy and fun to stay engaged. They value actions over words, so if you claim to love them, you better show it. Their charming communication style attracts attention, but they must be mindful of what they say as people tend to magnify their words. They're prone to checking up on loved ones frequently, regardless of how much time has passed, as attention is their love language. However, a downside is their reluctance to consider others' viewpoints, often believing they're always right. With Leo Mercury, communication is energetic, confident, and direct, with a charismatic and engaging flair. They enjoy being the center of attention and aren't afraid to assert themselves, making them natural leaders in communication.

🫧 virgo mercury

Virgo Mercuries are like the champions of communication, always making sure their words are well put together and hard to argue against, reminiscent of those kids who constantly won spelling bees. They're high achievers from a young age, constantly seeking logic and truth in everything, which can lead them to get lost in details and feel overwhelmed. Even in chaos, they handle things maturely with logic, earning them the reputation of wise advisors. However, their attention to detail can lead to overthinking, as they scrutinize even the smallest actions and texts, making it hard to deceive them. Suspicious by nature, they'll do thorough research, even stalking if needed, to uncover the truth. They should trust themselves more and boost their self-confidence to overcome intrusive thoughts. With a Virgo Mercury, communication is analytical and critical, driven by a desire for perfection and precision. They analyze everything before speaking, taking a methodical and logical approach that can sometimes lead to overthinking. Patience and self-discipline are key for them to manage their overactive minds effectively.

🫧 libra mercury

Libra Mercuries thrive on peace and harmony in their daily lives, feeling unsettled when things are out of order. While they're adept at seeing both sides of a story, they can get lost in trying to maintain balance. However, they've learned it's okay to embrace chaos occasionally, especially since they easily get bored. Despite their indecisive nature, they possess objective intelligence, making them skilled at solving problems from different perspectives, which suits careers in law or similar fields. Yet, their desire for justice can lead to complicated situations due to their reluctance to choose sides. This indecision may strain friendships, although they can also be seen as loyal and reliable if positively manifested. They have a thirst for knowledge and are drawn to what stimulates their minds, enjoying romance books or shows and even finding amusement in chaotic situations, despite not being naturally chaotic themselves. A positively manifested Libra Mercury is a great friend to have, always supportive and having your back. In communication, they're charming and balanced, adept at friendly and diplomatic interactions. They enjoy engaging with others, keeping conversations light and positive, and prefer to avoid confrontation or conflict, prioritizing harmony and balance in their relationships.

🫧 scorpio mercury

Scorpio Mercuries are enigmatic and hard to decipher. They're private and move in silence, carefully displaying only what they want others to see to avoid suspicion. With high emotional intelligence and intense intuition, they can easily fall into destructive thought patterns, including intrusive or sexual thoughts, and fear being exposed. Despite their suspicion of others' intentions, they strive to maintain a high vibrational image. In love, they're fiercely loyal and keep secrets close, but they can be ruthless if wronged. They delve deeply into thoughts, even overanalyzing simple problems and pondering existential questions. Their intuition often reveals truths they'd rather not know, making hiding things from them futile. Obsessed with what stimulates them, they can become stubborn and refuse to let go of harmful things. They find meaning in everything, holding onto items or information they believe will be useful. While loyal, they keep themselves guarded, trusting only themselves. Others may find them intimidating or blunt, and they enjoy playing with power due to their ability to easily gain trust. A Scorpio Mercury communicates sensitively and perceptively, reading into hidden meanings and subtext. They tend to keep their thoughts and feelings to themselves, balancing expression with restraint. They possess strong intuition and mental energy but may struggle with overthinking.

🫧 sagittarius mercury

Individuals with Sagittarius Mercury are warm and nonjudgmental, making others feel at home and giving them the best time of their lives. They're open-minded and objective, often surprising people with their vast knowledge and random facts, although they may feel insecure about their intelligence. They tend to see the best in everyone and can easily be taken advantage of due to their desire to do the right thing. They're great listeners and offer wise, unbiased advice, drawing people to them for venting sessions. Growing up, they were likely interested in solving larger problems, but they can get stressed easily and lost in knowledge and details. They're open to new experiences and friends but are put off by judgmental or arrogant people. They have a playful sense of humor and enjoy sharing random facts with friends, but they don't like being told what to do and can be unreliable if they're not truly interested in something. Their attention span is short, making it difficult to focus, and meditation may be challenging due to their constantly active minds. With Sagittarius Mercury, communication is playful and positive, marked by quick wit, humor, and a talent for uplifting conversations. They bring a bright and lively energy to any interaction, making people laugh and bringing joy to any situation.

🫧 capricorn mercury

Capricorn Mercuries are reserved and only share what's necessary, commanding respect with their directness, which can sometimes be mistaken for rudeness. They avoid drama and focus on their own pursuits, maintaining a private and reserved demeanor. Their knowledge comes from life experiences and karma, often shaped by past struggles and moments of loneliness. While typically kind, they have clear boundaries and won't hesitate to assert themselves when pushed too far. They're calculated and loyal, often taking on a protective role, especially with siblings. With a mature outlook on life, they exude old soul vibes and may seem like natural teachers. They excel at planning and methodical tasks, dedicating themselves fully to their responsibilities. Despite being social, they prioritize duty and future success over socializing, often retreating to recharge. They value trustworthiness and responsibility in others but have little tolerance for foolishness. Communication for Capricorn Mercuries is pragmatic and logical, characterized by a clear and ordered approach. They prefer speaking with precision and clarity, often overthinking decisions and striving for perfection.

🫧 aquarius mercury

Aquarius Mercuries possess vivid imaginations and creative minds, often thinking far ahead but struggling with simple concepts. They may excel in unconventional roles while finding day-to-day tasks boring and easily becoming distracted. Despite being social, they struggle to open up and may feel neglected or misunderstood for their ideas. Their innovative nature draws admiration, but they may attract copycats without calling them out due to their kind demeanor. They have a random but fun sense of humor, often sending memes or random comfort items. Their accepting nature and detachment make them intriguing to others, who are drawn to their unique perspective and lack of judgment. They may be interested in the occult or unconventional topics. Getting to know them is a hit or miss, as they either click with someone completely or don't connect at all. Communication for Aquarius Mercuries is unique and inventive, characterized by creative and original thinking, often outside the box. They may get lost in their thoughts and should strive for more grounded and effective communication.

🫧 pisces mercury

Pisces Mercuries possess vast knowledge and ideas but may struggle with insecurity and seek validation. They have an old, wise soul, often knowing things intuitively and feeling deeply. They are sacrificial and generous, prone to being taken advantage of due to their kindness. In love, they may overlook red flags and defend their passions fervently. Drawn to beauty and gentleness, they have a creative sense of humor and may struggle with mundane tasks. Their relationships with siblings can be complex, ranging from intuitive understanding to manipulation. When expressing their darker side, they can be manipulative or prone to self-deception. Words of affirmation are important to them, as they have a vivid imagination but are often misunderstood. Pisces Mercuries approach communication intuitively and emotionally, valuing creativity and empathy but sometimes struggling with logic and detail.

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sttoru · 2 years ago

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ෆ tags. dad!toji x female reader. toji letting baby megumi try all kinds of new food !

it was a typical monday morning: you were making breakfast for your little family, flipping pancakes and eggs as you left toji to handle the task of helping megumi go through his routine. once your husband had finished, he walked into the kitchen with your little child in his arms (this time holding the boy somewhat properly).

once you turn your head towards the two, you noticed how megumi was eagerly suckling on toji’s index finger—a habit of your son to signal you that he yearned for his daily nutrients.

“megumi’s biting my finger off,” toji exaggerates, yawning before moving towards the fridge and opening the door. the sudden breeze of cold air hitting his skin makes him shudder.

you laugh and flip a pancake, revealing its golden brown colour on the back, “i stored ‘gumi’s food on the second shelf. a little in the back.”

megumi’s tiny arms were already reaching out for the familiar bowl, making grabby hands at it as if encouraging his dad to feed him his meal. toji’s eyes, however, were scanning the entire content of the fridge for something new, “y’know, maybe it’s time to learn how to eat somethin’ else, kid. your taste buds need’ta get used to other foods.”

according to his ‘brilliant’ logic, it’s best to get kids used to new foods at a young age so they won’t become picky eaters later on. thus, toji grabs the most random combination of whatever looks edible. the gathered items consisted of pickles, strawberries, mini-carrots, tomatoes and a single lemon.

toji quickly glances over at you, but your attention was totally focused on the breakfast you were preparing. your husband takes his chance, puts megumi in his high-chair and cuts up all the food he grabbed to biteable pieces for the baby, “alright, i’ll give ya the freedom of choosin’ something on y’r own. go on.”

toji places the various items on megumi’s small tray. the boy stares at the food and picks a piece of strawberry first since the red colour was the most appealing. megumi munches on it, hands as well as his lips getting a bit messy. he didn’t seem to dislike it as his little pouty lips continued to move and digest the fruit.

“okay, so ya like the strawberries. noted.” toji makes a mental note of the new discovery, already planning on buying boxes of strawberries for his son.

once megumi swallowed the piece, the curious boy goes on and picks another type of food. this time it was a yellow coloured piece—one which megumi had no knowledge about. toji did, however, and was already grinning.

the man crossed his arms while he looked down at his kid who was about to go through an unpleasant experience. that’s what builds character according to toji, so why would he intervene and stop megumi from eating a lemon? finding out on his own will teach him a very valuable lesson.

the second megumi’s tongue picks up on the extreme sour taste, his nose scrunches up, eyebrows furrowing along with a disgusted noise escaping the back of his throat, “blegh!”

toji bursts out laughing and points at megumi whose tiny fingers were trying to wipe the taste off his tongue, spitting and almost crying from the unfamiliar taste that entered his mouth. most parents would help their child out and give them water to rinse their mouth, however the scene was apparently way too hilarious to your husband for him to even think about rushing to aid megumi.

you turn to see what the commotion was about and spot your son almost in tears from whatever he ate. you frown and walk up to the high-chair, inspecting the squished piece of lemon in megumi’s hand.

“mannnn, that was the funniest stuff i’ve seen in a while.” toji snickers once he calms down, finally grabbing a tissue to wipe megumi’s drool and spit off.

“poor baby.” you watch the small child stare at his dad with a pouty expression on his little face like he was awaiting on an apology of some kind.

even toji can’t deny it: he did somewhat feel bad now. those big and watery eyes looking up at him made him soften in a fraction of a second. the dark-haired man dumps the used tissues in the nearby garbage can and then walks back to the high chair;

“aww, okay, ‘m sorry.” toji coos and lifts megumi up in his embrace, smothering the child with kisses all over his exposed shoulders before softly poking the fat of his cheeks, “can you forgive your daddy, kiddo?”

“da-da!” megumi happily giggles without knowing the meaning of toji’s words. all the kid desired at that instant was more of his dad’s attention and affection. especially after what occurred a moment ago.

megumi was guaranteed to get what he needed since toji was already preparing to tickle and kiss his adorable son all over as an apology.

you chuckle and go back to making breakfast—your ears filled with high-pitched squeals from your son as toji’s voice called out for a ‘tickle attack’.

at least all was well in the end.

#ෆ : parenting 101.#jjk x reader #toji x reader #jjk fluff #toji fluff #jjk x you #toji x you #crisis averted ehem #shoutout to the requester 4 saving my ass #ilysm

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sakrafka · 2 months ago

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I love your art so much, it inspires me to draw in my own style that isn't influenced by other popular styles typically liked. I love how you use vibrant colors, and the silhouettes of the critters you make are so fun. I also only got Tumblr so I could view all the art you post. 🤭❤️ But, I just wanted to ask how you developed your art style, if you had any influences growing up, and generally how it came to be. THANK YOU‼️‼️

Thank you so much for the kind message :DD I really appreciate you!! Multiple people have asked me this before so I'll try giving a more detailed answer!

I have been drawing ever since I could hold a pencil, I'm autistic and drawing has always been my "safe-space" and the only thing that really relaxes me! I think my main inspirations that affected my style the most were the Dragonology books, I had them when I was little and I was obsessed. I kept tracing over all the art and mimicking the style (around 8-10 years old). Petson and Findus is another one! I first started sharing my art and seeing online artist at the age of 17; I made a Deviantart and I really loved Z-doodler and Picolo-kun (I think those were their names?). I'm also obsessed with Károly Reich, I grew up on books illustrated by him! These things specifically don't really inspire my art anymore, but the basic foundation of it was, I think, built on these styles!

Then, for some reason I got obsessed with trying to develop an art style that is unique to only me, as much as that's possible. I regularly sat down, and tried to create new stylistic choices by forcefully thinking of new ways of drawing. I tried to forget everything I know, and come up with new ways to convey something.

I also have an "inspiration folder", with random pieces of art. I sometimes took 4-5 pieces that were my favorite, and tried to adapt little stylistic choices from their art to mine, and combine them. I did this very sparingly, because I don't want my art to look like anyone else's (again, as much as that's possible, since styles overlap and stuff)!

I developed certain characteristics in my art style that I have never seen before, for example the way I shade with these little triangle shapes. This is something that I "came up with" and didn't see anywhere before. They only started appearing a few weeks after I started sharing my art with this shading, and all the people who did it were followers of mine haha (it is completely possible that someone else did this before me as well, though - I'm only saying that this is something that, as far as I know, I came up with!). I'm attaching a screenshot of the shading I'm talking about:

So yeah, I would really love to try and make up new things that are unique to me (again, as much as that is possible), and I don't have any specific inspirations as of right now; the most inspiring things to me are totally random things, like a nice leaf, a song, or anything really! I have that type of imagination, I don't know the name, where I can rotate the apple in full HD 4K and even smell it lmao. So it often happens that random pictures just pop up in my head, completely unprompted, and I often draw these.

Also, I know my current art style is not very unique; this is because in recent years I focused on making my art style a bit more "digestable". I started selling my art, and I became a bit forced to make things that *most* people like. So, it is very hard to balance my will to make an art style that is super unique to me, while also drawing in a way that is nice for most people and easily consumable. But if you srcoll back to the beginning of my blog, you can see more unique pieces where I really tried to experiment!

Here are some artists that I like, aside from the ones I mentioned! (all instagram handles)

esztter_t

sournoodl

artkaisucks

lillaboleczillustration

foliveli

salamispots

clarelewlew

tudi.juli

gyunyuya

clara_winnie_

apple_toast And many more probably!

#sakrafka ask

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astrologicaldreamin · 6 months ago

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Solar Return Chart Observations v2

In honor of the new year, I am recapping and digesting meaningful Solar Return placements I have personally experienced that hopefully can reach out to those that are also under the same placement influence. If anyone would like any further discussion of these, please let me know, as I would be happy to have a conversation. The past few years have been life-changing.

SR Moon in the 6th House has made me incredibly determined, if not almost obsessive, about my mental health and wellness journey. While I am naturally health conscious, this brought out a period where I was deeply involved within shadow-work and breaking down the cyclical nature of my emotions. Holding boundaries was not just a must anymore, but a need. While it is important not to gain too obsessed with emotional perfection, I highly honored this time period because it truly shown me my vulnerability. This is the perfect opportunity to lean into any lessons highlighted around this period, but make sure to give time for rest and space. Otherwise, those lessons will not digestible enough to gain wisdom from. There were moments where I severely underestimated the potential work of vulnerability that also brought on periods of extreme enclosement to watch out for. My emotional well-being was also linked to my state of health, having negative expressions was more noticeable physically.

SR Neptune in the 7th House has brought on an incredible change within my relationships. It was terrifying, in a way, that I might become disillusioned and newfound connections would become implications of this instability in the beginning. However, my relationship with Neptune flourished in the highest form it ever has been in my life and I have never had such profound clarity before, but only when I worked upon clarifying myself first. This is not easy, but it can be very well-meaning. It gave me a light to understand further where I was genuinely allowing myself to be confused and disillusioned within my relationships. The facade of hidden and open enemies began to lack the same believably as they had prior. While there were moments where I did second-guess and faltered against my own intuition speaking, those mishaps told me where I didn't initially trust in myself and how to bring that internal relationship back in. (special mention: SR saturn in the 7th house, SR neptune in the 29°)

SR 9th House in the 29° brought huge transformative, endings when it came to my academic and spiritual goals. Ultimately, my whole foundational way of thinking reached a peak and ending upon this year. In addition, it forward the ending of several academic platforms I began taking in previous years. Travel, in general, was the initiator to majority of this enlightenment as well. In terms of this placement in the anaretic degree, don't be surprised if there comes to be fundamental spiritual lessons taking place, providing space to have a complete mindset shift of previous expectations. Most likely that would come in forms of people, places, and ideas that were ultimately "foreign" in nature to you. Rewards, endings, and graduations may also take place during that year.

SR 4th House Ruler in the 0° provided, another huge and foundational shift to my background and home environment. Core values I held previously, as well as perspectives, transformed in a direction I never even saw coming. While it wasn't the breakdown, it was a continuation of new beginnings picked up from previous years. There is a ton of neutrality in this placement, but most likely will grant in some form of a surprise to those core values of home, family, and comfort. Emphasizing less of a breakdown, but furthering a year of growth and rebirth.

SR Venus in Gemini brought in a ton of new and almost randomized connections, each a varying degree of importance. There was a huge emphasis on communication and leaning more into quantity rather than quality of people met. Not to say that some connections weren't strong, but it brought on a lot of networking that became more short-lived. There was a lot of playful, dynamic, and curious energy that also provided a basis for a glow-up in myself, as well as the way I communicate. Enjoy this placement, because while it may not inherently come outright with stability, there is a sense of prospering in every environment you walk into. Social butterfly energy that allowed for those deeper connections to come to light due to the experimentation.

SR 2nd House Ruler in the 10th House shifted more financial efforts into my public perception and long-term goals. Though this is more natural to me, there was a mass theme of "investment" spending to further ambitions I had. Finances were also more openly talked about in my public spheres, as well as my self-worth and material possessions. This does shine a more public eye on the energy of this house that could potentially be triggering to others. This may insinuate more spoken about or collaborative efforts within finances. In other areas, this could come as investing in building up your desired reputation and self-image. It can be an empowering placement to have for the year.

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kkochang · 1 year ago

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i genuinely don't think bradley was ever homophobic. i'm sure that he is rather confused and has no idea about terminology (considering the timeline). he has queer friends and he's that guy that'll be asking you 'how about that one?' pointing at a random person at a bar or college cafeteria.

all said before, he is extremely oblivious about being gay. like it never really occured to him that it's not normal to kiss girls just because he thinks it's right for him. he doesn't feel anything, no heart fluttering, no butterflies and no pleasure. mere indifference.

that's why he's so off put by max. that guy just makes something inside him burst, fireworks causing his heart to ache and his hands to tingle with a strange need to touch him. it changes bradley's life upsidedown, so that's why he is acting like that at first (there's no actual rivalry, just some unresolved romantic-sexual tension).

he spends weeks trying to solve the mess that max left in his soul behind himself and, while he talks about this to his best friends, they look at him like he's an idiot who's missing on something. that's when they suggest that all what bradley had just described, sounds as if he has a huge motherfucking crush on max.

that's when it all clicks and for the next week or so bradley is peculiarly quiet and distant, digesting the new piece of information about himself.

#maxley #bradley is gay #bradley uppercrust iii #bradley is confused #bradley has a crisis #an extremely goofy movie #lgbtqplus #idiots in love #i love them #headcanon

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sombrashe · 1 month ago

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Hello!! 💕🌸🌿 How are you doing? hopefully fine!

I was wondering if you could write HBO's Jesse x Reader where reader gets hurt really bad - maybe during patrol where a new member shoot her by accident, or the harsh winter makes her really sick, or by a random accident. i don't really mind the reason! - and he has to take her back to jackson and she thinks she's dying so she confesses to him and he's like "yeah I like you too please don't die".

I hope that my request is not a problem, you can also change anything in order to make the fic to your liking! I trust you so do whatever you please! Have a good day 💕🌸🌿

bloody confessions tlou tv show jesse

content ִ ࣪𖤐⋆ blood, gore, reader gets shot, fluff, comfort, protective!jesse

notesִ ࣪𖤐⋆ hiiii!! im doing pretty good so far :3 school is over for rn so im focusing a lot on this blog lol / i hope you enjoy reading this, i feel like i could have made it a lot longer

you let out a sharp yell as hot metal tears through your thigh. you don't get any relief as it sticks to bone deep beneath fat and skin. crumbling to the ground you cry against crimson cold. another shot and you're facedown, wetness seeps through your jacket and settles deep in your heart. raiders were always an issue especially so far away from civilization but you've never been caught alone before. using every bit of strength your destroyed body has you flip yourself onto your back. if you were gonna die you might as well see who killed you. of course your eyes decide now is the time to start getting that annoying black fuzz around your sight. maybe you'd be able to relax a little, just a little.

"Don't you dare fall asleep on me."

you didn't even know he was here. letting your head loll to the side you come face to face, well what used to be a face, with who you assume shot you. twice. good, glad the bastard got what he deserved. blinking slowly, whats left of your eyesight settles on a mop of frazzled black hair. you can't see his features and lowkey it freaks you out. your arm reaches up to cup his face only for your head to loll to the side. you can feel pressure but you don't know what's from the bullet and what's from him. looking down at your limp arm maybe a thought starts to form, something about how he has no blood on his face even though you swear you just touched him, but it quickly evaporates. letting out a strangled scream you suddenly have a lot more energy as you attempt to wiggle away. cold fire is being poured into your wounds and it's excruciating.

"Stop. Stop. Please."

it's all your poor voice can muster as you weakly flail around. he hushes you and starts moving his hands over your wounds. you think you hear a rip of cloth but your heartbeat is too loud in your ears. your whine is cut off as you're hoisted up and into arms. you have no strength left to hold up your head and you watch as snow fills your eyes. you can't even bring yourself to blink it away. you're laid back down and despite the cold you don't feel nearly as frozen. he settles you down into the makeshift cot and you watch as bundled jute gets dragged past your face. you know the routine when someone is dying.

"I love you."

he pauses, digesting your words, before going back into work mode.

"Just relax. You're going to be fine, I swear."

"No listen I love you, Jesse. I don't wanna die. It hurts so much."

he gently wipes some hair out of your face in comfort. once he has you situated to his liking he comes back to you. poking at your wounds you let out a sharp sound in protest.

"I have to make sure you're not bleeding out. The bullet snagged."

you close your eyes and within moments your head is spinning wildly. you gag and barely turn your head in time to empty your stomach on his shoes. he doesn't say a word just uses some snow to clean them off as you blink up at the blinding sun. it doesn't take much longer before the sun starts moving. you begin to wonder when the sun started moving before your foggy mind realizes its you that's moving. you can't see jesse anymore either and panic creeps in. sensing your anguish he speaks up from somewhere in front of you.

"I'm taking you home, you should be okay to close your eyes. you're all bandag-"

your eyes start to close at his okay and before you know it you're slipping into unconsciousness.

#the last of us #the last of us part 2 #the last of us tv show #jesse tlou #jesse chang #jesse x reader #clicker writes

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spiralghoul · 2 months ago

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Batfamily fans don’t mischaracterize arrow characters to prop up bats when you’ve very clearly never touched an arrow family comic in your life challenge IMPOSSIBLE EDITION!!!!!!

Like I so desperately don't want to come off as one of those asshole comic fans cause like I so genuinely want people to know these characters and this wonderful story telling device. This industry which has a lot of problems but is so fascinating and has such a rich history, like I really do want more people to get into comics. I literally keep a beginners list of comics that's digestible stories that aren't like a list of random issues which can be kinda intimidating to new fans. I try to keep it updated for characters and if I don"t have the character their looking for I'll go find a few ppl that do and like do a quick vet to see if they seem to know what they're talking abt and give that to them and if anyone is interested in that pls hit me up let me know I genuinely love introducing ppl to this world!!

Its just so frustrating watching your favorite characters get constantly mischaracterized to such an extreme extent by other people in the fandom and then have that be the general consistence of what they're like when its so far from how they act in the actual comics that are about them!! and then get told that I'm wrong even tho i can literally back up what I'm saying with panel proof from multiple runs! Its not even contained to the fandom IT HAPPENS IN BAT BOOKS TOO!! Bat book writers constantly change arrow characters to fit their story lines and make the bats look good and I get it that's how it works these are paper dolls that have been used for over 80 years and have had hundreds of people use them. They're meant to be molded to fit the current story the writer wants to tell but its frustrating cause then people will ignore all of the books that center them and just take batbooks as being word of god for all characters.

#not abt anyone here #tiktok is pissing me off #sorry to be a hater on main I really do try to keep mostly positive abt comics cause i genuinely don't wanna scare new ppl off #im just like extra frustrated rn #if you are interested in recs PLEASE lmk I’m so down and willing to give them they will expand ur view and Ollie’s books are really good!!#it's stupid to be this pissed off at ppl on tiktok who clearly don’t know what their talking abt yes however that’s my guy that’s my BLORBO #leave him alone #how hard is it to not treat Ollie like garbage I love dinah so much she has SO MANY flaws too she isnt perfect its what makes her interesti #it’s just frustrating cause it literally effects the way people view these characters cause the bat book writers do it too!!#AND DONT GET ME WRONG I LOVE THE BATS THEY ARE MY GUYS TOO #like Damian and Jason genuinely mean so much to me it’s just frustrating watching ppl constantly mischaracterize my other favs to make #theirs look better cause it usually just ends up doing a disservice to all of the characters involved #especially cause it’s constantly at the top of arrow tags too… like we’re already fighting with the stupid ass tv show #red hood and the outlaws #batman #jason todd #arrowfam #batfamily #spirals brain worms #oliver queen #barbara gordon #dinah lance #dc comics #bat family #roy harper #bruce wayne #jayroy

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youaremy-parkfilter · 3 months ago

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Something about ' you're my park filter '

I'm so random lol...my mind just went like that and Yes!

'you're my park filter' i mean this

211013 cutey sexy lovely jimin's bday. Like every others he also went live on his bday. Little boy felt little awkward since it was a long time after his life. He talked a lot...but still something was off. Like a life line option, he called jungkook to join him on his bday live. Within a fraction of time he joined too, wished him many times, even pretend to bring the cake ... the frequent hand shakes (i have no counts lol)

And when you notice, they talked like everything on the earth from him mom's kimchi to his new hairstyle-my poor boy accidentally spilled.

Then our president hobi enters, boom we got a shy jiminie there. Teases over teases..I wish I could see their faces . Only because of hobi, we got to know who prepared that cake ? Who prepared that creative caption on that cake? Hello Mr.jeon you even took that cake in your hand when you entered the studio before, did you even care to ask 'hey how is the cake, did you like it' and so on ?? No . When only jhope was curious about the lines, jungkook was fast to convey the message of that line thats jimin's birthday and jimin's solo song filter and he combined it. Thats when jimin came to know it was from jungkook. Such a warm moment imo🥹

Are words the only thing in a relationship which can convey love? What if actions can speak more than words? What if actions can bring so much warmth?

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People are so stubborn that he didn't say this at jimin's face,that at jimin's face. People really need words !? More than 10 years and he have showed us more than enough that he care a lot about jimin. Even from their debut era, when the requirements where so not acceptable by him, he did it for the sake of doing it . That to push jimin away for fun, to make fun of him. From jimin's words we already know that jungkook used to say sorry for all these during night while the other pretend to sleep so he could listen. You think jungkook don't care ? He didn't care ? He won't care ? No, thats not the case. He is a pure soul, was a shy baby even to make eye contact with army from the beginning. As they grew up, he was inspired to be a dancer rather than a singer. He decided on that. They have discussed how jimin was shocked when he heard about this and how he wanted jungkook to be a singer, as an important member in their group like everyone. You think jungkook will never care about that person who stood always by his side day or night, ups or downs, happiness or sadness. You think Jungkook is some kind of ungreatful brat? That might be in your delulu fanfiction. In reality (what they have shown us, real reality is unknown to fans ) he seems very kind, generous, soft and care every other person. Too polite, a gentleman! So what made you think that jungkook never care about jimin ? Just tell me one reason why ? Just one !?

Keep the 'ship' aside. I never use that term to disrespect their bond. Never !

Now just think, when you say that jungkook never care about jimin, aren't you indirectly pointing out that he is a brat? An arrogant? The doe eyed boy which carry a galaxy in his eyes, who grew infront of ARMY, who claimed he loves ARMY the more - is arrogant? Is he faking?? How can you even bring this up ?? How can you ever think like that??

Whats your problem when it comes to jimin and jungkook? Why can't you digest the fact that they click each other easily. Just why ? Will it affect the rotation of earth?? Will it cause global warming 2 times more ? Just why CAN'T YOU accept the FACT ??

I want this fandom normalise jikook like every other duo ! No freaking ship !! Their bond should be respected! Their love should be valued ...

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i don't know how I reached this far, just talking about them and how fandom treats them fumes me like anything hahaha..

So.... My park filter, yeah ! You both deserve all the happiness and love. Keep going my loves

#jimin and jungkook #mingukkie #minkook #jikook #kookmin #bts jimin #bts jungkook

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kurgy · 23 days ago

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sorry for remaking this post and sorry its a little longer, but once they die they are dead, and with the ongoing social security cuts/mass firings, ssi and disability payment schedules becoming inconsistent right before my eyes as something i need to survive as a disabled person, im really really not doing well financially, im simultaneously making the most money i ever have while also being the poorest ive ever been, and my additional income options have shrunk with chronic illness, im just genuinely at a loss

im finishing off my remaining comms, but with some serious health complications from disability, i regrettably cannot take on more for the foreseeable future, it is killing me. i have always had some health problems but i developed a kind of chronic gi issue in my teens that manifested as frequent stomach abdominal pain/discomfort, acid reflux, stomach ulcers, some other gi issues, and near constant intense nausea and vomiting, which 90% the time forces me into my bathroom from anywhere to an hour to several to be physically ill. after a decade of this, the constant vomiting has wrecked my digestive system and practically ruined my teeth, and most recently i suffered what i thought was a flare up that has now lasted well over month, its now my new normal, which is seriously fucking me up and impeding my ability to do ANYTHING so much worse than it ever has before. my ability to work, do chores, leave my apartment, do hobbies, draw or write or read for leisure, or do any patreon work has come to a screeching halt. i cant even play a video game without having to immediately stop and go be sick, and every time now i have tried to just draw and work through it, but the feeling disorientation and nausea makes it impossible for longer than a couple hours, its not even a lack of focus, its like brain fog? to the point that my sight just blurs and blobs i get confused and have to try and force myself to refocus only to see all the absolute nonsense random lines i was aimlessly making on the canvas

my rent is due on the 1st, and even before elon musk my disability pay is only $947, while my average rent is $1010 - $1025, this has become harder to cover now that i am frequently sick and trapped in my bathroom, and cant cover it doing doodles or odd jobs for family/friends like usual. im short $132 on rent and my next bill, also due on the first. i can cover my actual rent, but with my landlords "smart home fee", "service fee", and their service fee to just pay rent, im low. i cant really offer much atm, but i would deeply appreciate any help trying to cover bills, especially while im declining, please

Paypal.me/kurgyy

venmo @ kurgy

cashapp $kurgyyy

#sorry everything is getting worse all the time forever #but we continue

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littlechivalry · 8 days ago

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You Won't Regret You Got Up

littlechivalry

Stranger Things modern AU, no Upsde Down

Pre relationship Steddie, established Eddie & Chrissy and Robin & Steve bestie-ism

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"I'm dying," Eddie said, coughing. "I cant go any further." He collapsed to the curb and pressed his forehead into his denim clad knees.

"Don't say that, Eddie," Chrissy said, her voice soft and pleading. "We're so close."

"Go on without me, you have to. They won't wait for us." His chest ached, his quads burned, his feet really hurt. The new boots had been a bad decision.

Chrissy planted her feet, hands set firmly on her hips. Eddie felt the darkness rise around him and wondered if she planned to cheer him back to life.

"Edward Munson if you do not get up right now I'm gonna order those cinnamon roll pancakes you like and just throw them away."

Eddie was jolted to his feet. "You wouldn't."

Chrissy smirked. "I absolutely would."

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The diner was pretty big and very busy but Eddie and Chrissy knew their path by heart, nodding to the cashier on the way past.

Gareth waved them over from their booth in the corner. "What took you guys so long?"

Eddie laughed awkwardly, "Uh, you know how girls ar-" he was cut off by a quick elbow to the side that left him gasping as Chrissy moved past him to slide into the bench.

"The bus stalled out a few stops away. Eddie didn't want to wait for the next one so we decided to walk it," she said, shoving the guys further down the curved seat.

Freak grinned. "How far?"

Eddie opened his mouth but before he could answer, Chrissy cut in. "A mile, if that."

"Okay," Eddie said. "It was way more than that. I can walk a mile, no problem. Hell, five miles. No big deal."

Gareth grinned, slow and mean, before looking from Eddie to Chrissy.

Eddie turned to face Chrissy and saw a matching grin on her face. Maybe slightly less mean. "That sounds like a challenge."

Eddie felt his stomach crash inside him. He and Chrissy had been friends since middle school when he dared her to join him on stage at the talent show and she immediately stole his jacket and a tambourine from the band room.

Corroded Coffin featuring Chrissy Cunningham placed second and Eddie learned never to underestimate the petite blonde.

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An hour later after ordering food and being harangued by his friends, having brunch while being harangued by his friends, driving to the gym in Jeff's Chrysler being harangued by his friends, insisting he needed a break to digest so he wouldn't cramp and still being harangued by his friends Eddie found himself doing something he never thought he would, somewhere he hoped he would never see... walking into Gareth's gym, and after a few perfunctory stretches onto a treadmill.

Chrissy and the rest of the band were standing by with paper cups of water and a towel Chrissy had snagged from the receptionist at the front desk. Gareth had charmed the woman out of a handful of guest passes, an empty manila folder, and the use of her sharpie and was standing in front of the treadmill with a sign that said, "WE R THE CHAMPUONS."

Eddie would be laughing at them if he could catch his breath.

In a fit of hubris he had set the machine, with Chrissy's guidance - and despite her warnings - for intervals so the speed would rise and lower at what felt like random moments while the incline shifted madly under his feet.

Eddie hadn't even changed clothes and his leather jacket felt like an anchor on his back.

Twenty minutes in and Eddie was only upright from sheer force of will and stubbornness.

A mile? He had four more of these to do?

He thought about taking off his jacket for another five minutes before finally doing it. His belts, hastily unwound from their strangling denim loops followed and Eddie got a second wind from the relief.

In retrospect he should have taken Jeff's sneakers when they were offered. They were a size too big but they would have been better than his boots.

Chrissy had cheered him on for the first two miles but as he got closer to the halfway point of the trudge from hell what little he could see of her through his curtain of sweat soaked hair looked concerned.

Seriously concerned.

Eddie forced himself upright.

He could at least finish this. He was feeling the weight of his own braggadocio but he wasn't a quitter.

Eddie tossed his hair back and if he'd had the breath he would have laughed at the way his friends flinched away from the flying sweat.

Another half mile went better and he felt refreshed, his confidence had taken a knock but he was back in it now.

Then he had one mile left to go and the treadmill slanted upwards, the steepest angle so far. Simultaneously the speed went up. Chrissy had controlled it so it wouldn't go too fast but the combination of speed and angle meant Eddie was half jogging uphill and he could feel his legs begin to tremble.

He closed his eyes for a moment and felt himself miss a step. He lurched to the side and heard Chrissy gasp.

Eddie opened his eyes to see a thin arm reach across him to the controls of the machine and slowly the angle went back down and it got slower. Eddie kept going, waving Chrissy away from the controls, and made his way through the last mile half hanging off of the grab bars.

Eventually the machine came to a juddering halt and Eddie let himself collapse forward, his forearms resting on the console at the front.

"Told you," he panted. "Told you I could do it. And with a handicap too." Eddie raised a foot, waving his thick soled boot at his friends for a moment before dropping it back down.

He felt like he might vomit himself inside out but Eddie was fairly confident that could wait until he got home. Steeling himself he moved to step off of the treadmill only to have his knees collapse underneath him.

"Whoa there, man," Gareth said, holding Eddie upright.

"I'm cool," Eddie said, feebly batting at Gareth's hands. "Jus' gotta catch my breath."

Eddie staggered over to the bench against the wall and let himself sink into the seat.

He was too tired to raise his head but he watched his friends move back and forth around him until Jeff and Gareth walked away and only Chrissy's pristine white Van's were in his field of view.

She moved to sit next to him and Eddie shifted down the bench, groaning a bit at the motion.

"You did it," she said softly.

"Did I," Eddie muttered, leaning back against the wall, his chin pressed to his chest. "Doesn't feel like much of a victory."

"Seven years ago we thought you were never gonna walk again. Now every step is a victory," she said, her voice soft but steely.

Eddie clenched his eyes closed. So much time had passed but there was a part of him that would forever exist in that moment. His overturned van filling with smoke, the pressure of his seat belt the only thing holding him in place. And Chrissy's voice, harder than he had ever heard it, ordering him to stay with her, to stay awake.

He had done it. He had stayed for her, and for his friends and for Wayne. Fought through the accident and the recovery, another lifetime of physical and occupational therapy learning how to do things again.

It took him months to walk again, even longer to run. The manual dexterity to play guitar took a year and he still needs a capo for some songs.

Over time Eddie had stopped the therapy, stopped the exercise. He went back to his life as usual. And it was okay. He would never be the man he had been before the accident but he was doing better, doing well enough not to think about it anymore.

Except at moments like this.

They sat together in silence as the gym's playlist transitioned from the 00's boyband playlist to a 90's r&b playlist.

As the last notes of Boyz II Men's End of the Road faded out Eddie pushed himself to his feet.

"You know how you've been trying to get me to work out more," he said.

Chrissy stood as well. "Of course."

Eddie took a deep breath. "Let's do it."

Chrissy offered her hand for a high five. Eddie feebly slapped at it before letting himself lean on her shoulder and start the slow walk out of the gym.

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Two days after the brunch debacle that Eddie refused to think about he found himself following Chrissy into a gym. Unlike Gareth's, all chrome and glass, this one was smaller, warmer.

The floors in the main hallway were covered in linoleum tile and Eddie could see small studios branching off where hardwood gleamed softly in the sunlight pouring through windows.

"It used to be a community center," Chrissy said as they walked up to the receptionn desk.

"It still is," the girl at the counter said, smiling. "The community has changed a little bit but the feeling never goes away."

The name tag pinned to her shirt pocket said Robin in rainbow colors and Eddie looked from her smiling face to Chrissy's beside him.

Chrissy Cunningham Patented Pining - Level 3? Already?

Oh, this could be bad.

The girl, Robin, talked them through the community gym's rules and set up. Most of it went over both Eddie and Chrissy's heads but for different reasons.

Though given Eddie had caught how many times Robin stumbled over her words things might not be as hopeless as he feared.

Eddie caught something about schedules and trainers and specialty classes but the rest was a blur mostly aimed at Chrissy who seemed to be lapping it up.

Finally Robin clapped. "Okay. Tour time." She looked over Eddie's shoulder and snapped her fingers.

Before Eddie had the chance a guy walked around them to join Robin in front of the desk.

"Hey dingus, I'm going to give Chrissy a tour of the facilities. Can you take Eddie around?"

The man turned to say something but before he could she cut him off. "Eddie? This is Steve. Steve, Eddie."

And then Robin was gone. Chrissy threw back a look and all Eddie could do was shrug before she hurried off in the other woman's wake.

"Wow," the guy - Steve, according to the girl and his own rainbow nametag - said. "That was way too smooth."

This guy was hot. Eddie knew there were gonna be hot guys, it was a gym, that was expected. A too-tight baby blue ringer tee and shorts at a length that couldn't possibly be legal only highlighted miles of mole spotted golden skin. Topped off with a head of hair that made Eddie's hands itch with want and that sweet face? Eddie was a goner.

Oh shit, he's talking to me.

"Huh," Eddie said.

"She's usually a nightmare when she tries to flirt--" Steve turned to face Eddie, a nervous look on his face. "I mean-- uh, Robin is normally shy around clients. She gets--"

Eddie waved him off. "No, no, don't worry. Chrissy is a disaster lesbian, so if Robin..."

Steve nodded. "Absolutely. Me too--" He caught himself with a laugh. "A disaster, I mean. Not a lesbian. Bisexual. Me. I mean," Steve said, pointing a thumb at his own chest before laughing. "You? If you don't mind me asking, that is? No pressure."

Eddie shook his head. "No, I-- I'm gay."

Steve sighed. "How's your disaster threshold?"

And Eddie thought oh no, he's a dork too? Eddie just shrugged. There was nothing else he could say.

Steve smiled and Eddie knew he was absolutely done for.

A half hour later found Eddie and Chrissy walking out of the gym holding hands. Their other hands were full of brochures.

"The dodgeball team looks like fun," Chrissy offered.

"Not a chance in hell," Eddie replied. "Heavy Metal Meditation?" Eddie had no idea what that meant but he had to admit he was curious. He loved metal but even he had to admit it was more mindless than mindful.

"I'll pass but if you think you'll enjoy it, have fun," Chrissy answered before pulling them both to a stop.

She turned to face him and her eyes were serious. "I'm really glad you're doing this, you know."

Eddie opened his mouth to say something, though he wasn't sure what response she wanted.

Chrissy waved him off. "No, I just. I know you don't like exercise and stuff but you're my best friend and I could have lost you and so seeing you open to try new things, to take care of yourself? That's really special."

Eddie pulled free of Chrissy's grip to wrap his arms around her, the pamphlets in his other hand crunching against her back.

He left a smacking kiss on her cheek and stepped back. "Miss Chrysanthemum Cunningham, I would do anything for you. Even," he shuddered, "exercise."

She laughed as they linked arms and kept walking down the street.

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Eddie wasn't sure what to expect from meditation. Except for the long hair the teacher looked nothing like a metal head but Eddie had never met anyone so chilled out in his life and after the first class he was hooked.

A few months later found Eddie settled on one of the low benches that lined the wall outside of the studio after class, relaxing into the heavy thrum the music left in his bones.

"Be honest. Argyle is giving you guys edibles, isn't he?"

Eddie looked up to see Steve standing over him, a clipboard in his hands. Today's outfit was butter yellow, another in a long line of matching tee shirts and shorts Eddie was pretty sure were intended to drive him insane.

This vision in oleo joined Eddie on the bench, nudging him further down the seat.

"It's okay, you can tell me."

"What," Eddie sputtered. "High? What? No-- it's meditation? Argyle isn't getting us high."

Steve smiled. "I don't know... I've heard the music blasting, I can't imagine it's very restful."

"You should join us one day." Eddie let himself lean over and bump his shoulder into the other man.

"Not my speed," Steve laughed.

"Oh," Eddie murmured. "I'm intrigued. Where do you get your gym jollies, Stevie?"

Their awkward introduction had evolved into something Eddie was happy to call a friendship and they had spent too many days hanging around the reception fesk and watching the delicate courtship of their favorite lesbians to be strangers.

Steve knew what brand of deodorant Eddie preferred and that he was scared of spiders despite having one tattooed on his body and Eddie knew that Steve was allergic to hazelnuts and called them filberts because it 'didn't sound as cute, those stupid jerks', and that he purposefully bought his tee shirts a size too small but claimed the shorts were his actual size.

which was either absolute bullshit or if true some kind of punishment from god for me, specifically

They were friends. And Eddie was cool with that. So what if Steve was hot. And sweet. And kind of a dork. And maybe he made Eddie feel comfortable in a way he had never been before. It didn't mean anything.

If Eddie flirted a little now and then it didn't have to mean anything, did it? Steve gave as good as he got, anyway.

It was fine.

"You should check out my class one of these days, Eds," Steve said.

Steve taught a class?

"You teach a class?"

"Yeah," Steve snorted. "What did you think I do here every day?"

"I assumed you were here for decorative purposes." Eddie flailed at Steve's... everything.

Steve only laughed and brushed Eddie's waving hands out of his face.

Steve looked up at the clock on the wall before standing. "I have to go but Thursday morning, okay? 10:30?"

"Yeah, sure," Eddie said. "Thursday. I'll be the one in all black."

Steve started walking backwards. "As long as it's spandex." He turned away and was off down the hall before Eddie could ask any follow up questions.

Spandex? What the hell have I gotten myself into?

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"Jazzercise," Eddie squawked, letting go of the hem of his sweatshirt to reach for Chrissy's hand. He had bigger problems now than somebody getting a flash of his black spandex encased goods.

Chrissy had leapt at the chance to join Eddie and now he knew why.

"Jazzercise," Chrissy echoed with a disturbing amount of relish, swatting him away gently. "We are gonna kick ass."

"You are. There's no way I'm coordinated enough for this," he muttered, jerking to the side as another in a long line of nearly identical old ladies in matching leotard shouldered past.

"That's what I said," Robin murmured from her place next to Chrissy. "And look at me now."

Eddie did. She was wearing jeans and a tank top.

"Can you work out in that," he asked.

"Oh, absolutely not," Robin said. "I told you I'm not coordinated. I tried when we first started working here and barely made it past the warm ups. I tripped over my own legwarmers during a stretch and took out three of the granny brigade. Mrs Chavez still hasn't forgiven me."

She gestured to an iron haired woman in a goldenrod catsuit glaring daggers at them.

"Now I just man the hydration station and play Candy Crush on my phone. Plus I act as bouncer."

"Bouncer," Chrissy echoed, a giggle in her voice that Eddie could only call disgustingly besotted.

"Oh yeah," Robin said. "They're old, not dead. I'm here to protect Steve's virtue, what's left of it."

Robin threw Eddie a wink and blew a kiss to Chrissy before making her way inside.

"You two are disgusting," Eddie hissed, and Chrissy only giggled in response, her hand pressed to her chest after she caught the kiss.

"Green does not look good on you, Eddie," Chrissy muttered. "Robin said Steve is interested, that he was really excited you agreed to try his class. You know, you're taking care of your health, now maybe it's time to take care of your heart? Take a chance? I hate to be gender normative but man up, Munson. "

"Oh sure," Eddie said. "I'll just march up to him and say 'hey Steve, I would like to do you'."

Eddie kept his voice low to make sure none of the old biddies in the studio could hear him but he still had to camp it up for Chrissy.

She seemed to enjoy the show at least, her grin was contagious.

Until Eddie realized she wasn't actually looking at him.

"I mean, I'm down," Steve said, his voice coming from behind Eddie. "I'd prefer to take you to dinner first if that's okay?"

Eddie froze in place.

He could see Chrissy's eyes moving from him to somewhere over his shoulder at Steve presumably before she giggled again. "I'm going to go in and... get some water."

Eddie watched her run inside, dodging past lines of women and a few men stretching on the floor. He saw her half tackle Robin out of her folding chair.

"I'm never going to hear the end of this," Eddie muttered.

"You," Steve laughed. "Robin's been on my case to ask you out for weeks now."

"Weeks," Eddie asked. "Wow, yeah... crazy..."

He finally turned to face Steve, absolutely resplendent in a grey and pink set of his usual uniform with pink head- and wristbands to match.

Eddie imagined his own face was about the same shade.

"You know," he sputtered. "I was only taking this class for you so if we have a date then I don't have to--"

"I dont know," Steve said, planting his hands in his hips. "I didn't peg you for a quitter."

"You haven't pegged me at all," Eddie muttered between his teeth.

Steve laughed and moved past Eddie. "Come on, time for class. Afterwards we can get a coffee and see how things go."

Eddie sighed. They hadn't even been on a date yet and he was pretty sure he would follow Steve anywhere, and not just for the view.

"Hey Stevie," he called. "How do you feel about cinnamon roll pancakes?"

#fanfiction #fanfic #littlechivalry #my writing #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #chrissy cunningham #robin buckley #Buckingham #eddie and chrissy are besties #steve is wearing spankies under his shorts #just to keep everything under control #jazzercise

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