#and he shouldn't have to but he does and it keeps ed away from them but at what fucking cost

[z-tomaz]

it also caught me so off guard in episode 1 in particular that the crew clearly knew how much izzy was doing to protect them from ed?? no one's saying it out loud because it won't help but the hug, and the whole scene surrounding it, says they've all quietly been paying attention and worrying about him behind his back and it was a culmination of weeks and months of living like they were while knowing that izzy was bending over backwards to absorb as much of ed's rage and heartbreak and anger as possible in order to shield the rest of them??? help??

[hairmetal666]

Steve

Asking Eddie to move to Indy with him and Robin is the most natural thing in the world. After Vecna they became SteveandRobinandEddie, so it just made sense to live together.

Everything is perfect.

It changes one night, at their favorite gay bar. He and Eddie nurse a couple of beers at a hightop, while Robin dances with a cute blonde. Steve half-heartedly shimmies along to the Madonna song pumping through the speakers. Eddie watches him vamp to Material Girl with a look in his dark eyes that Steve can't quite read. It's not the usual fondness he's used to from his friend; too dark and too serious. It makes him nervous.

Eddie drains his drink, mouths the word "bathroom," at Steve, then disappears in the crowd.

Steve sips his own beer, letting his attention drift until he finds Robin, still dancing with the blonde, looking like she's having the time of her life. He expects Eddie back at any time, only--ten, fifteen minutes pass with no sign of him.

His eyes start scanning the crowd in earnest, desperately seeking familiar leather and denim and long dark hair. Anxiety builds in his chest, a dull sizzle beneath his skin.

He finally spots a set of leather-clad broad shoulders towards the back of the room. Eddie has one hand braced against the brick wall, pressed up nice and close to someone Steve can't quite make out.

There's bile in Steve's throat, nausea clenching at his stomach. He shouldn't look; he can't tear his eyes away.

The person is revealed in a flash of light from the dance floor. He has an All-American jaw, swoopy dark blond hair, and is wearing a grass green sweater. The closest thing to Indiana golden boy in the place, second only to Steve.

Room suddenly spinning, Steve struggles to catch his breath, but gives up entirely as Eddie closes the remaining distance between himself and the mystery man, sealing their lips in a searing kiss.

Steve watches, feels himself breaking apart piece by piece. He thought--he thought they were something. Becoming something. All their late night talks and casual touches. He'd been working up the courage to make a move for weeks, and now--

Maybe it's a mistake. Maybe Eddie breaks the embrace and gives an embarrassed chuckle before he comes back to Steve, only he doesn't. The kiss ends, sure, but then Eddie is taking the guy's hand, leading him down the hall towards the bathrooms.

Hands clutched in his hair, Steve sinks into a crouch. He pants, huffing like he just ran sprints, can't catch his breath. Tears dance at his lash line, threatening to fall. He can't have a panic attack now, here. Doesn't want Robin to see; doesn't want Eddie--

It's all too small, too tight, too loud, and Steve shoves his way outside. He rounds the building before sinking to the ground, hands shaking.

He waits outside until Robin and Eddie emerge from the club, both flushed and sweaty. He doesn't speak to either of them and they spend the drive in silence.

When they get home, he goes straight to his bedroom.

"Ste--" Robin calls, but he lets the door shut behind him. He doesn't think it slams.

Eddie

Steve hasn't spoken to him in weeks. Not since that night at the bar. When Eddie hooked up with a guy and he's pretty sure Steve knows; pretty sure it's why they're no longer on speaking terms. Eddie keeps meaning to confront him. He really does. It's just--it'll change everything, and his life was finally going okay for once.

He reaches his limit when he joins Steve in the kitchen before work, and the guy literally, visibly flinches away from him. It hits Eddie like being punched in the dick.

"What the fuck, Harrington." Eddie's voice is too loud in the small space.

"S-sorry, I'll just get out of your way." Steve's eyes don't stray from his own hands.

"I hook up with one guy and now can't even bear to touch me?"

"What? Eds that's not--"

"Don't lie to my fucking face."

"I wouldn't. Eddie, please--"

"I can't believe that this is the last vestige of King Steve. Can say you're cool with me, but when you see me do gay shit, you can't hang? Fuck you. I'm done. I'll be gone by the weekend." His voice stays remarkably steady, even though he's pretty sure not even the bat bites hurt this much.

"Christ, Munson, I'm not freaked out cause I saw you do 'gay shit.' I don't care." Steve's looking at him now; his little mouth held tight and mad.

"Like hell you don't. You haven't spoken to me since it happened."

"Not because I'm homophobic, asshole."

That makes Eddie laugh, shrill and mean. "Oh yeah? Then why."

"It doesn't matter." Steve yanks his hand through his hair.

"It does to me."

"Just drop it. You don't have to move out. I don't care who you fuck."

"You can barely stand to look at me!" Eddie shouts; doesn't mean to. "What if I bring someone home, huh? How are you gonna cope with that, knowing I'm fucking a guy in the next room?"

"It should have been me," Steve screams.

Neither of them move in the ringing silence that follows. Eddie's throat is tight.

"Wh-what?" He manages.

"Forget it." Steve turns to go. "Just--forget I said anything."

"Steve." Eddie follows him into their living room. His heart's beating all funny. "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing," Steve's face is leached of color; his eyes too bright.

"Please? I want to understand."

Steve laughs a little, looks absolutely miserable. "I saw you. With the guy. And he...he looked like me, right? And I don't understand why I'm not good enough."

Eddie swallows hard. "You don't--you're not--I didn't think you were a choice. For me."

Steve's chin drops, anywhere but on Eddie. "Yeah. Well. Surprise." He doe a pathetic flourish with his hands that clenches at Eddie's heart.

"Ah," is all Eddie can manage. The world is shifting under his feet, tectonic plates realigning as he processes Steve's words.

"It's--it's fine that you don't feel the same way. Just because you're gay doesn't mean you have to like me, and I--I was trying to get over it. I didn't want to--"

Eddie can't stand to listen to another word. He crosses the distance to Steve. "Shh, sweetheart. It's--just. Stop okay?"

Steve is looking up at him now, doe eyes wide.

He laughs, genuine this time. "Stevie. I've had a crush on you for years. Years. I used to make the guys go with me to Starcourt. I told them it was because I liked seeing King Steve laid low. Really I just liked how you looked in those little shorts." Steve giggles, face blushing such a pretty pink Eddie almost forgets what he's saying.

"It only got worse when I met the kids, with how much they talked about you. And then I met you for real? Pssh," Eddie waves his hand in the air. "Gone. No hope for Eddie Munson when you're--you're so pretty and bitchy and brave and hot, Steve, and I'm the weakest man in Indiana.

"That night. That guy. It was--I'd just overheard you and Robin talking about a cute girl, and I realized that I had to stop doing that to myself, pining over a straight guy who could never see me like I wanted. I decided that I'd try to pick someone up, force myself to see you just as a best friend."

Steve's face falls impassive. "Did it work?" He almost whispers.

"Not even close, baby," Eddie whispers back. "I'm hopeless for you."

[wannaeatramyeon]

Lookism Boys (+ Taehoon + Wangguk) being ill + YOU looking after them hc

Gun Park, Goo Kim, Samuel Seo, Jake Kim, Vin Jin, Johan Seong, Seong Taehoon, Han Wangguk

Gun Park

He is self-sufficient to the core.

Does not need any looking after.

You offer to run out and buy medicine? No need, he is stocked better than a pharmacy.

Reminders to hydrate? He's had 2 litres already and it's not even midday.

You don't need to tell him to rest, his body is his temple and he takes the utmost care.

Some homemade food though? Oh. Well. You can't buy homemade.

Him lying all fever brained on your lap as you watch TV or whatever? That's not so bad neither.

You running a bath for him? Thanks. That's thoughtful.

Huh, he thinks maybe it's not so bad relying on someone other than himself.

Goo Kim

Clingy and fussy-

But you knew that already, being his partner.

Treats you as his hot water bottle one moment, the next will kick you away saying he's too warm.

He expects to be babied, and he expects your full attention. So please drop everything and tend to him now.

If you could also run your fingers through his hair and let him lie on you for the next few hours, that would also be great.

And if you can put his favourite show on that would also be appreciated.

You trying to watch something else once he's sleeping? No chance. He is wide awake and pouting at you.

At least he will give you the same treatment when you're ill.

Samuel Seo

Samuel is not ill.

How dare you imply he is in anything but peak physical condition

That's not a cough, that's not a sniffle, and he is not flushed.

There's something wrong with the thermometer, he is fine.

Nothing is wrong with his voice (as he slowly loses it through the day...)

Will take a lot of persuading and convincing to rest up

"Yes, there will be other people to pick up your work. And no, it's not a personal slight to say that you are sick."

You have to pry his laptop and tablet and phone from his fingers.

Of course, that's easy. His strength is waning in his current state.

"Shhh Sammy, go to bed." Tuck him in. lay next to him, pet his hair.

He'll soon be napping next to you, holding you tight.

Jake Kim

Also complete denial at first.

He is the head of Big Deal, he cannot be sick.

That SINU! sneeze is not a front. That is actually how he sneezes.

Phelgm and snot everywhere. It's pretty repulsive to be honest.

After one too many sneezes, and everyone flinching the hell away from him, Jerry carries him home to you.

Wants to be babied, wants to be fussed, wants your complete attention.

Goes about it in a slightly less obnoxious way, but he's so adorable, even trying to give you a wink in his current state so you can't say no.

Pads around the home following you, blanket wrapped around him, tissue shoved up his nose.

Might as well give up whatever you're doing and tend to your boyfriend.

But Jake would absolutely do the same for you.

Vin Jin

This fucking guy-

Demanding and a little shit.

If you let him, he would take absolute full advantage.

Would run you in circles doing things for him.

"Y/N I want some water, Y/N where's my medicine, Y/N I need some chocolate, Y/N I need a burger." "What?? Shouldn't you eat something.. healthier?" "No babe, the body wants what it wants."

Will flop all over you, lying on your lap, your chest. Partly because he finds you comforting, partly because he's a little asshole.

"Sing me a lullaby" "Uh... ok." You sing. "Actually, no shut up babe you sound like shit."

Once he falls asleep, his breath laboured and cheeks flushed, you can't help but think ok, he's pretty cute. Only when unconscious though.

Will still keep his sunglasses on the whole time. "Just in case someone ambushes me." "WHO?!"

Johan Seong

Way too ill and low in energy to put up any of his usual defenses. Will revert back to a little meow meow.

You are absolutely not allowed out of sight.

In fact, you are not allowed out of arm's reach.

Will cling to you like a koala, that is a fact.

Actually, you might as well all stay in bed, Eden and Miro included because you are guaranteed to not get anything done.

Even cooking is only a possibility. Hopefully you have all medicine stocked, and some decent, cheap, healthy take-outs nearby.

Because if Johan wakes up from his nap and you're not there, he will be sulking for a year straight.

The only excuse?

"Johan, I need to walk Eden and Miro." grumble grumble "Ok... but be back quick?"

Seong Taehoon

The grumpiest babygirl you have ever seen.

It's a goddamn good job you love him because my god, this guy!

Equal parts bad-tempered and clingy

A bit like how he usually is, to be honest, but turned up to the MAX.

Go away, you're crowding him one second, he's all up in your face wanting cuddles the next.

And the fact that he's not allowed to train?

Good lord, don't anger it further. It's not like he's in any fit state to train anyway but he will still be fuming about it.

No Taekwondo, no arcade. He might as well just DIE.

At least he's still got his other favourite thing - you. This placates him a little.

Han Wangguk

Wangguk does not get sick, Wangguk is the caretaker.

Other people get ill and he looks after them.

"No, seriously, Wangguk. You're burning up. Go back to bed!"

Needs a lot of goading to actually rest. Even then, he doesn't fully rest.

He keeps a watchful eye over you, just in case you need him.

After he gets used to it? Absolutely loves it.

You making some food for him, grabbing him medicine, gentle cuddles, forehead smooches, even taking care of Gyeoul?!

He really could get used to this.

Is a puddle, constantly leaning on you and wanting to be close.

After this, he always enjoys being ill. Only a tad. It's a way for him to be spoilt guilt-free by you.

[kaonarvna]

Every now and again, I remember that my disability (EDS) isn't invisible, actually. People are just uncomfortable when they can see it. People don't want to see it. People like to ignore it. Other people just stare at it, and don't even look at me. All they see is a pile of bones and fascia and something to pity.

I've worn a shoulder brace the past week, because it subluxed horribly a week or so ago. Still healing. Visible.

I always have compression sleeves on my arms, full coverage. Bicep to wrist. Visible.

I have soft braces and compression kit for every joint imaginable. Visible.

I'm covered in KT tape. I've worn it on my goddamn face after a jaw sublux, for that little extra support and proprioception help. Tape. On the face. Very visible.

The people I've worked with for years are used to it by now, the good ones, at least. They don't remark when I take a minute to stretch. They know I'll say something if I'm not okay. They know I'm in a constant state of variable dysfunction. They've seen enough, they're used to it.

But then there's people who aren't used to it. People who see me stretch on the ground, watch in discomfort, then they ask someone else if I'm okay. I can hear them quietly mutter it to other staff. I hear them go, "oh, he does that". I can see their discomfort with me (just existing as I need to exist). I can see the discomfort in these new people who aren't accustomed to bodies with slightly different needs, and it's a visceral reminder of being "other". I wonder, how terrible and scary and different I must be, for them to not even have the fortitude to ask me themselves.

And then there are the new people who see it and ask too many questions. The ones who go "but you're so young!" as though my connective tissue has a concept of social expectations for people under (arbitrary age). They go "but you look great!" as though I'm not covered in bruises and held together by tape (nevermind the implication that the disabled must look "bad"). They go "but you never call in!" as though I'm not often two seconds away from doing so, before the fear of losing my job sets in.

...and these are the ones who seem to wish not to see it the most. The ones who ask questions like I should be on display, and as soon as the conversation ends, so does my disability. They'll ask the same questions the next time, and the next time, and the next. It always ends with statements of pity, or something pity-adjacent. If I'm "lucky", they might even make an inappropriate comment about how I shouldn't be working, or sex must be "interesting", or act like I'm some eldritch horror that shouldn't exist.

And I'm reminded of the training I was once made to sit though. A ninety minute training, where you sit and watch the PowerPoint for ninety minutes in a too-small plastic chair, while someone reads the PowerPoint. The presenter started with a cute little "haha I know it's long, feel free to get up and walk around, or stretch".

I did.

I got up, walked myself to the side well out of the way of the tight chair lines, and laid down to stretch (a good spinal twist, loosen things up).

And she stopped the presentation.

She asked if there were any first-aiders present.

She was going to keep going on and on, until I heard someone say, "oh, he's fine, he does that." and a few "that's just (name), he does that". She started apologising profusely, waffling about how she thought there must have been a medical emergency, how people don't usually get up. She seemed baffled by the mere concept that someone would actually need to get up, and couldn't sit for ages. Her statement was entirely performative and insincere.

Today, after the day was effectively done, I laid down on the clean, carpeted floor in my classroom to just...be horizontal for a moment. Find some way, any way, to get my lower back to move and function and not feel like it was being clawed apart from the inside. Relieve myself a little, so I could finish the day without abject misery. And this very-new member of staff sat on the other side of the room, presumably watching me. When I got up, she asked very quietly, "Is something wrong with you?" and all I had the energy to say was "I'm fine". I'm tired of explaining my body. I'm tired of explaining my needs. I'm tired of justifying taking care of myself.

Someone recently told me "You're very brave. I think I'd rather die than live like you."

I didn't respond. I didn't have the energy to break down that she'd effectively told me I should die. I didn't have the energy to tell her that it's not bravery to live "like this".

It's my only option.

I know nothing else.

And I'm just tired. And hurting.

I'm grateful for the few good ones, the ones that are used to it. The people who have stopped asking me if I'm okay when I stretch, or need a little break, or get out the tape and scissors.

They know I'm not okay. That's why I'm on the ground. That's why I'm checking my range of motion, or feeling a joint, or holding pressure on a digit that's come undone. I'm not okay, and I'm trying not to get even worse.

I'm not okay, actually. I'm never okay, and that's fine. I'll never be your version of "okay", and that's fine. I've no choice. Thank you for knowing that I'm not okay, but that that's normal, and that if something was seriously, horribly wrong, I'd do something. Thank you, for just going about your business and talking to me as normal when I'm taking care of myself, instead of sprinkling eggshells on the ground for your own personal crunching.

I'm just tired. I'm visibly disabled if you look for ten goddamn seconds. I'm a person if you look for twenty. I'm a fetish if you just keep staring and staring and asking about my body like you're entitled to my flesh. I just want to sleep for more than two hours without my body waking itself up to remind me it hurts. I'm so tired.

[sarucane]

OFMD Spiral Parallels 46: Izzy Being Wrong Part 4--Izzy's redemption (in which he learns to be right)

Intro: What I love most about how season 2 builds on season 1 of OFMD is the spiral narrative structure. Ground is repeatedly and explicitly re-trod from season 1 to season 2, but in season 2 everything goes deeper than season 1. Meanings are shuffled, emotions are stronger and truer, and transformation is showcased above everything. The first season plucks certain notes, then the second season plucks the same ones--but louder, and then it weaves them together to create a symphony.

---

This totally spirals round! I was starting to feel bad that this wouldn't really do the spiral thing and the title shouldn't apply, but it totally worked out!

Episode 10

In this episode, Izzy's wrongness reaches its peak. Izzy's operating on basic toxic masculinity lies: emotion is vulnerability, vulnerability is weakness, weakness is bad. And he's also having to face something he didn't really understand all season, which is that Ed's changes aren't actually all because of Stede. They go deeper.

Izzy's belief in his own lies are so deep that he can look at this

and say this

Izzy does his best to impose his lies on reality here, a dark reflection of Stede willing a better world into existence. Izzy walks away from this interaction with Ed feeling triumphant. And when Fang asks what happened to Izzy's foot, his response is this

But you can tell from Izzy's face that he doesn't quite believe this is "correct," even though he made this happen.

Izzy didn't understand anything that was happening to Ed in this episode, and he reacted to that lack of understanding in the worst possible way. He's finally realized that he was wrong when he believed just removing Stede would turn Ed back into Blackbeard. But he's only starting to realize that Ed being Blackbeard again isn't actually a good thing, for anyone.

Season 2

Izzy keeps being wrong at the beginning in the second season. He's wrong in thinking talking honestly to Ed will have any good effects, that he can now invite Ed to be vulnerable when he's the one who pushed Ed to be someone who reacts to vulnerability with destruction.

And Izzy's wrong again when he tells Ed that the atmosphere is fucked because of Stede.

Ed doesn't react with violence, real or threatened, when he's thinking of Stede in other contexts. His response to seeing the little figurine at the wedding (which he later directly addresses as if he's talking Stede) isn't to join in the violence.

Ed only reacts with violence to reminders of Stede when Izzy's the medium of those reminders. Because Izzy was the one who imposed the logic on Ed that experiencing any real vulnerability was something that deserved destruction.

And so Izzy remade Ed's world so that Ed would react to invocations of vulnerability like this:

Ed doesn't shoot Izzy because Izzy said "Stede Bonnet." He shoots Izzy because Izzy said "Stede Bonnet."

Izzy thought he was making Ed into "my captain," the strong Blackbeard of the illustrations. But he was just making Ed into a scared, lost man so terrified of living with himself, he couldn't imagine anything but running.

Ed doesn't try to kill himself over Stede. Stede leaving him just triggered deeper insecurities in Ed.

And Izzy made it so that Ed would have no way to deal with those insecurities except violence, turned on others or on himself

Izzy pays for all this, for all his actions in the first season. By episode 4 of season 2, he's a broken shell of a man, drinking hard liquor like it's water to try to cope with reality, screaming at a wooden figurehead that doesn't even actually have a head.

Izzy's wrong a lot in this episode. but while he had to learn he was wrong before through violence and pain, this time he learns it through kindness.

Izzy's wrong when he tells Stede decides that Ed's "a rotten leg" that has to be removed from the ship. But Ed isn't rotten. He's just messy. Not unlike Izzy just now

Later in the episode, Izzy tells the crew that he himself is "already gone."

He's pretty clearly working himself up to a suicide attempt. He shot himself last time because he thought having only one working leg (and being cast out by Ed) made him unworthy of life.

Izzy thinks he's got no place in the world anymore. The conceptions he built his internal world on were wrong, and there's nothing to replace them.

And Izzy's wrong.

He rotten leg came off because other people knew this, because the crew knew that he deserved a better ending than this, no matter how badly he'd acted in the past

And they're able to pass that on to Izzy.

Because Izzy isn't going to die alone. And he isn't gone yet.

By the end of the second season, Izzy's come to understand his wrongness better than anyone. He's come to understand that what he was driving Ed to do was about his own desires, and that those were both incorrect and morally wrong--because there's a better way to live, and to treat the people you care about.

And then Izzy's monologue spirals on through this moment from season 1

And presents it again

The first time we see this image, we listen to a monologue where Izzy expresses his fears over Ed being absorbed into this world. Izzy himself is in the back shadows of this shot, looking only at Ed, at the proof that so many things he believed to be correct (Ed was the mad devil Blackbeard, Izzy's position in Ed's life was secure, the world had a permanent hierarchy of strength and weakness) were wrong.

The second time we see this image, there's also a monologue of Izzy playing over it. But his perspective on the image has completely shifted. It's not a narrowly focused moment that endangers Izzy's sense of self. It's an inclusive image, that defines Izzy's sense of self.

Izzy knows better than anyone what's wrong, and what's right. And so he's able to move a step deeper than right/wrong, to understand something important about what it means to be good, or evil.

Izzy was wrong for most of this series. But he figured it out in time to make amends. To understand himself, the world he lived in, and the people he cared about better than he ever had before.

And to determine for himself what his life, and his death would mean: not hopelessness, but a gift of hope; not an enforcement of wrongness, of evil, but an embrace of uncertain rightness, of goodness.

Sometimes, being wrong--and having time to figure that out--amounts to an act of grace.

Previous posts:

Izzy Being Wrong 3 (S1E6-9)

Izzy Being Wrong 2 (S1E5)

Izzy Being Wrong 1 (S1E3-4)

[riddle-me-ri]

How would the Riddlers be with an S/O who has cartoon physics powers?

A/N: Ohohohoho hell yeah!!! As an animation nerd there's nothing I love more than wacky ass cartoon physics! This would probably be one of my powers not even gonna lie

Riddlers with A Reader That Possesses Cartoon Physics Powers

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- Oh please, you're insulting him for thinking he would even believe for a moment that you– 

- Wait, wait you just painted that tunnel! 

- Yet when he went up to it Ed ended up hitting a wall…whereas you went through it…

- Why...how does he hear a train??

- Edward pinches his nose. Just how…it didn't make sense…

- Yet, he also lived in a world of meta humans, aliens, and gods...maybe he shouldn't be so surprised. 

- Once the initial shock is over, he's definitely going to use your cartoon physics to his full advantage. 

- Especially your ability to patch him up. 

Reevesverse/Dano Riddler:

- He rolls his eyes at first. 

- It's a really cute idea in theory…

- Although when he saw you balancing yourself on a ledge…

- Only to continue to balance on thin air. 

- You scared the living daylights out of him. 

- It takes a while for him to get used to it, but it still keeps him on edge. 

- He’s glad you’re able to protect yourself to some degrees

- But he would appreciate it if you wouldn’t raise his blood pressure for unnecessary reasons. 

Gotham Riddler:

- Oh please..

- Listen a lot of weird things have happened in Gotham...but there's no way…

- Are...are you walking on thin air after walking off the roof? 

- How? How? Omg please don't look down–AH 

- As interesting as this development is, his stress levels for your safety goes up to 11. 

- Just because you have a higher chance of coming out of situations unscathed…

- Doesn't mean he won't worry.

- He will also be adamant that no one else finds out about these abilities of yours. 

- He can think of a handful of people who would love to take advantage of it.

BTAS Riddler: 

- Cartoon physics, you say?

- Like going through painted black holes?

- Being flattened but coming out unscathed? 

- Yep, all that and more. 

- He's intrigued from the start 

- When you show him all the basics; teleporting black holes, painting tunnels, walking on air, plugging guns the usual suspects.

- He's in awe, you…you're amazing!

- Eddie is super impressed and feels even luckier to have you on his side.

- You're as strong as Batman! 

- He feels so lucky to have you

- And he's relieved you have a way to defend yourself. 

- It is Gotham after all. 

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

- He's going to be highly skeptical at first. 

- So he will make you prove him wrong.

- What do you mean you don't want to? You got too!

- He won't leave you alone unless you walk on clouds without falling down, if you can go through painted walls or if you can straighten out a flattened limb!

- He will preemptively shoot a gun at you, of course expecting you to plug the barrel with your finger. 

- When you do and the barrel inevitably explodes on itself. You wipe away the gun powder with no hesitation. 

- Meanwhile Ed is speechless (for once)

- But he's stupid excited now.

- He is going to take full advantage of this. 

Twojar Riddler:

- He chuckles begrudgingly, you and your extremely imaginative ideas…

- That is until he saw your physics save your life in real time. 

- You two were out on a date and you went to cross the street. 

- Edward had a heart attack when that car struck you 

- Yet your body just contoured to the car's silhouette…

- It was slightly unnerving to see but…you were alive somehow! 

- You were pretty embarrassed that that was how he saw your physics in action. 

- At first he was in disbelief but now he's grateful for them, if they are a means to keep you safe in Gotham. 

- Also fully expect him to reuse those teleporting black holes when he needs a quick get away. 

Gotham City Sirens Riddler:

- He really shouldn't be surprised. 

- If it was anyone else, he probably wouldn't bat an eye.

- But his own s/o? Well that's different. 

- He'll be skeptical but intrigued..

- You grab a bucket of black paint, yet when painted on the wall it turns into a scenery of Gotham Park.

- When you two walk through it, Eddie's pretty stunned. 

- However, nothing moved him more than when you grabbed another bomb straight from the air to keep him from being hit…

- Yet when it exploded you were just covered in soot with spiky and smoked hair.

- He is still not used to you defying gravity or your lack of pain recognition but…as long as you're okay…in the end.

- It's all that matters…even if it drives him bonkers sometimes. 

Telltale Riddler: 

- Much like Arkham Riddler, he'll think you're just messing with him. 

- Please just stop wasting his time, if you want his attention oh so badly, grab him that tool.

- Before he knows it you hand that exact tool to him. 

- At first, this Edward doesn't take notice. 

- Albeit after the next couple of requests…and you not moving an inch away from his side…

- Edward is irritated. How are you doing that?

- He's speechless when he sees you just pulling something from behind your back. 

- He told you to turn around so your hack faced him and yet, you only pulled something from your front. 

- Maybe there is something to your…claim of possessing the ability of cartoon physics.

Young Justice Riddler:

- You mean…those silly Saturday morning cartoons? 

- He's hesitant to believe, but like other Riddlers, he lives among meta-humans, aliens, and gods so…it really shouldn’t be that hard to believe. 

- If anything he thinks its pretty fascinating all around. 

- The way your body contorts to whatever it impacts. 

- How you can defy gravity as long as you don’t look down.

- Your limbs stretch, shrink, and twist as if there were no bones. 

- He’s also grateful for your powers. 

- You’ll be able to protect yourself, even if it’s in a comedic way. 

- It’s very impressive to pull an impactful punch and a punchline at the same time. 

Hush (DCAU) Riddler: 

- Similar to Dano Riddler, he thinks it's cute when you first mention it. 

- However, his heart leapt into his throat when you plugged your finger into a barrel of a gun to protect him one night. 

- Only to have the gun implode on itself.

- Or whenever it seemed like you broke a bone or a joint you just cracked it back together. 

- He's stunned but amazed. 

- Like other Riddlers he is assured to know that you have a way to defend yourself if he's not there. 

- But please just stop walking on air like that

- It unsettles him and he doesn't not want to be there in case you do look down.

[tatakaetime07]

༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ੈ♡General Yandere Eddie munson hcs

A/n-Felt like the end was a bit rushed but y'know,was just curious abt this Eddie heh,also I do NOT condone this behavior in real life

Pairing:Yandere!Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader

Summary:Just what yandere Eds would be like ;)

Warnings:slight spoilers,stalking,eddie being a perv💀,drink spiking,kidnapping,obsessive behavior,controlling behavior,suggestive themes,cursing,ooc

Word count-703

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-Very skittery and paranoid yandere

-Let's get this one thing clear,once Eddie's interested he will literally become obsessed

-You would simply be walking through the halls before bumping into him(cliche ik).You would mutter a small 'sorry' while giving him a meek smile,and you had no idea what you had just started.As you walked away Eddie stood there awestruck,trying to slow down his beating heart

-Why did this catch his attention?Because you had already known who he was,actually you had been acquainted in middle school,so that meant you knew about his social status as the town 'freak'.Yet you continued to he nice to him,he would begin to see you as a small,defenseless little thing that needed someone to protect you

-After that he would start purposely bumping into you,saying things like,"We gotta stop running into each other like this."ugh that sly dog,anyway you would just laugh it off,mind being somewhere else.He seemed sweet enough,so when he asked you if you had wanted to hang out,you agreed

-Even tho Eddie isnt best known for how social he is,he knew that he had to try and get you with someway or another.Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.After getting to know each other(although might just be him learning abt you),you were both fairly close.So that meant he came over to your house all the time

-Yet you still didn't know about his escapades and why he came over so much.You especially didn't know why multiple pieces of your clothes had went missing

-However if you did know,welll let's just say you would certainly drop Eds.It would mostly be when your showering,Eddie would would walk around your room,staring and imprinting every last piece of your room into his mind

-The first time he stole something of yours was just a little pen(which by the he still keeps by his bedside),he was nervous you would somehow notice the pen missing and call him out on it,but as you started to trust him more and more he knew he could get away with more stuff.So gradually over time he would start taking bigger things

-"Hey mom have you seen my sweater?""Oh no sorry honey,haven't seen it for ages."

-Meanwhile Eddie would literally be sniffing the garment as he cuddled it

-So yea,you really shouldn't leave anything around him,and once he finds a pair of your worn panties?let's just say you're never getting that back again💀👀

-He always has a little box he keeps with all your things in one of his shelfs,not joking

-He would make his behavior obvious,although you would be slightly weirded out on how much he talked about his distaste for any of your friends who were close to you

-He would constantly try to make wedges between you and your other friends,which you would notice and take your friends side,and Eddie would def be a bit pissed,bit since hes also a bit delusional he'll think your friends were forcing you to or something

-For a few excruciating months after you calling him out,you would ignore him,and Eddie desperately needed to see you every day,at least in his mind

-And what does he do instead of calling?He ends up watching you from your window every night 0-o

-like seriously get some curtains

-Doesnt matter which part of the day he will always find comfort watching you

-And by the way hes definitely going to scare the shit out of some of your friends,threatening them to stay away from you(they dont)

-Your relationship is practically non-existent by the time Eddie's framed for Chrissys murder.And although he wouldn't have kidnapped you in normal circumstances,he knew that if he had to hide he would bring you too.And since he knew he wasn't the actual murderer he was terrified something would happen to you

-He would follow you to a party and ask one of his bandmates to flirt with you while spiking your drink

-It was no surprise when you awoke to a banging headache a familiar metalhead staring down at you

-You would of course freak out,but he would just silence you and tell you everything was going to be ok(which you said was b.s)

-Evantually Eddie would leave to get food and you would find a shard of glass strong enough to slice through the rope you were tied up in

-You would pass by the box which was open,and be internally screaming,just who did you let in your house?

-You would run like hell,and the chance that Eddie ever had with u would📉

-no promises that he won't find you again and just hide you better💃

[whumpshaped]

for the fluff prompt (feel free to change the pronouns / gender up if that vibes with you more)

(male) whumpee having a sobbing breakdown about his past in the arms of his friend. the (female) caretaker is comforting / soothing him. it’s the first time that anyone has ever genuinely held and cared for him <3

"You shouldn't have to–"

"Hush, now. Stop arguing with me."

Whumpee was so glad to be told that for once. He nuzzled up to Caretaker, clinging to her tightly as she gently rocked the both of them back and forth.

"Does that make you feel better? If I basically force it?" she asked half-jokingly. She knew it did. That way, Whumpee didn't have to ask, nor did he feel like such a bother. "Just let it all out, yeah? You're okay. You're gonna be okay."

"No one– no one has ever just– held me," he sniffled, and Caretaker sighed.

"You have to let them, Whumpee. You're a big guy, no one wants to cross you by offering unwanted hugs. No one wants to risk you wanting to prove that you're tough."

"I've never hurt anyone... not– not intentionally, I've never wanted to hurt anyone..."

"I know." Caretaker ran her fingers through his hair, petting gently. This was the thing, though: she knew. Others didn't. Others just saw a gruff guy walking around like he was about to explode. They expected him to punch holes in walls, not break down crying. Maybe if they knew, they would've been a little braver in offering comfort. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

Whumpee shook his head a little. She hummed in acknowledgment.

"Do you want me to guess?"

No answer. But if Caretaker had learned anything in the past hour, it was that Whumpee would've rather bit his tongue off than talk about his problems himself.

"I think you're still carrying the burden of the one time you did hurt someone. And I think it's time to move past it, because it's ruining you."

He clung a little tighter. "I don't deserve to just move past it."

"It's not about deserving, honey. You have to. For yourself and for the people around you, the ones you want to keep safe now. You can't be stuck in the past forever, or else you're gonna fuck up the present and ruin the chances of a better future."

Whumpee's quiet sobs were the only sound in the room for a good while after that. Caretaker allowed him ample time to take it all in and process.

"I don't want to ruin the future," he whimpered.

"Of course you don't. And you won't." She pushed him away a little to be able to look him in the eye. "Because you'll stop living in the past from now on, hm?"

Whumpee nodded, tears still in his eyes.

"You're a good man, Whumpee, but you can't change what happened that day. All you can do is get up, look forward, and let others help you move towards something better."

~

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[ddejavvu]

Saw someone on here that wrote genderbend!marauders, and I just started thinking of how much the marauders would be disliked if they were girls...

Because James is like confident and extremely social and those pranks would def not be seen as funny

And Sirius is too cocky and would be ‘slut’ shamed for sleeping with everyone and way too reckless

Remus wouldn’t be seen as this cool and mysterious smart guy, they would’ve been rude and a know it all and way too closed off

And Peter would be too shy and just a dumb girl who doesn’t do anything besides what her friends would tell her to do, instead of a sweet, fierce guy (okay Peter is still not really like too much, but young Peter is...but ya know)

okay so tw for some rampant misogyny, and a very cynical take on how the marauders would be treated if they were women.

THIS !!! i saw a video on tiktok over a year ago that was a prompt for stitches/duets. it was a girl asking us to come up with one thing that a woman wouldn't be made fun of for. At the time, I thought I could do it. Obviously misogyny is a raging issue, and i was not downplaying it at all, but i figured there had to be something i could think of, right? nope. over a year later and i still have yet to think of a single thing women won't be made fun of for. it's disheartening, and i think you're so insanely right that the same traits women are made fun of for, men are praised for.

now lets translate m!marauders into f!marauders and see what rumors are floating around the halls of hogwarts:

m!james: outgoing, cocky, the best player on the co-ed sports team, rich family (complimentary), 'unkempt' hair (so curly he can't get a handle on it)

f!james: a loudmouth, full of herself, a woman player being better than men on her own team?, rich family (derogatory), unhygienic: does she even have a brush?

m!sirius: heartbreaker, broke away from an abusive family, smoker, rebellious for skipping classes, cool for the way he dresses, dry sense of humor, reckless

f!sirius: slut, fatherless, nic addict, lazy, weird and 'emo', rude, crazy

m!remus: mysterious, casanova, aloof, quiet, intelligent, strangely sick once a month

f!remus: unapproachable, a homewrecker, too serious, 'needs to smile more', meek, nerdy, oh my god, does she really keep missing class for her periods? it's not that bad, she shouldn't skip so much.

m!peter: chubby, the beloved sidekick, maybe not the smartest in the bunch, always good with jokes

f!peter: don't get me started on the names she'd be called for being plus sized..., a mary sue, bimbo, the fat funny friend.

and of course, all of this is not to say that those rumors are valid at all, it's to point out the difference in how women are treated up against men. i personally love genderbent marauders headcanons or fics, this is no criticism to them or their portrayals, i am just a cynic and i agree that it wouldn't go over well outside of fanfiction.

as my conclusion to these types of things always is: god, they're lucky they were born boys.

[imagine--if]

aaaa okay so soft!yandere riddler feeling tired and stuff for the whole day and so he doesn't let the reader go out because he wants her to stay with him and baby him all day 🥺👏🏼

A/N: Yess I love this idea, this is absolutely what he would do 😌💚

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: Obsessive fluffy love, clinginess, mentions of violence

Words: 940

Edward blinks up at the ceiling with a pout, a dull ache in the back of his head, the soft mattress of the bed underneath him feeling heavenly for his tired self. Maybe this was from bashing the heads of all those scum of the streets the evening before? After all, he isn't physical when it comes to taking people out like that, and they had fought back.

A smile creeps onto his face, though, as he turns his head to look at you resting beside him, your hair streaking over the calm features of your face as you stir slightly in your sleep. He moves slightly to drape a leg over your body and ducks his head to press short kisses onto the skin of your neck, and you wake up to the feeling with a soft smile, running your fingers through his brown locks as he looks up hopefully at you.

"Hi, angel," Edward coos happily, "did you sleep well?"

You nod with a hum, reaching out for your phone on the bedside table next to you and gasp as the time flashes up on the screen.

"Crap, I'm gonna be late for work," you sigh, attempting to move from under him, and his expression immediately morphs into desperation as his green eyes widen.

"What? No!" He complains, hands grabbing both of yours and pressing them down against the bed. "Can't you stay with me? I- I don't feel that great... I'm still tired."

"Oh, Ed..." You bite your lip, familiar with the frequent begs to stay with him on the days you have to go to work when he doesn't. But he does look a little weary and weaker than usual, and your hand brushes against his forehead down to his cheek as you try to feel his temperature. He leans into your gentle touch instinctively, eyes fluttering closed as he settles on top of you, bringing one of your hands up in his own to kiss it tenderly.

"You know I can't keep missing days off of work, right?"

Edward frowns thoughtfully. "Can't you work from home? Please? You love me more than your job... don't you?"

"Of course I do," you assure him, and his panicked look melts as you laugh slightly and squeeze his hands in yours, sighing and giving up already as you unlock your phone. "Fine, I'll call them."

Edward makes an excited noise, cuddling closer to you and tracing the skin of your arm lightly as you talk on the phone. You hang up after a minute with a roll of your eyes and a fond smile.

"Yeah, I can work from home. There's not much to do this week anyway."

"So you don't have to work right now," he says with a sleepy smile, taking the phone out of your hand and putting it back on the table. "You can stay here, with me, all day long."

"Don't you feel well?" You question him in concern, and Edward's quick to nod with wide eyes, nuzzling further into you.

"Mmm... I feel awful, so you've got to look after me."

You scoff with a smirk. "Oh, okay then, Eddie."

But he isn't kidding. He watches you type away on your laptop for a couple of hours, lying on your lap as he writes down riddles and puzzle ideas in one of his journals, until it's the afternoon, and you get up to make lunch. Eddie whines and grabs at your hands needily when you slide the laptop away from you and try to get up.

"Wh- where are you going? I'll come with you-"

"No, you'll stay here," you prompt him, kissing his cheek before you get up, to which he stares up at you with a lovestruck smile, "and I'll make lunch, okay? You shouldn't be getting up and doing things if you don't feel well."

"Oh," Edward giggles bashfully, "I... you don't have to, my love, I was joking. It's my job to do things for you, not the other way around."

"It's okay," you tell him, going over to the door, "I won't be long, okay?"

Eddie nods hesitantly, missing your warmth already as he tries to distract himself with riddles and waits patiently in bed. Ten minutes seems like hours for him, and just as he's about to go trailing after you like a lost puppy, you come back in with a tray with chips and pizza and pumpkin pie and lattes, wobbly question marks drawn on the tops.

"I'm not as good as you are," you told him with a grin, and he looks from the tray back to you in wonder, "but, you know, I tried."

"It's perfect," Edward replies admiringly, wrapping an arm around your waist as you sit beside him back in bed. "You're perfect. Thank you, darling. I love you."

You smile, nodding. "I love you too, Eddie, but it's just food."

"But you got pumpkin pie!" He says eagerly, and you laugh at him in amusement. "Hey, what happens when you divide the circumference of a Jack-O-Lantern by the diameter? Pumpkin Pi!"

Edward snorts with laughter, and you can't help joining in, shaking your head at him.

"You're crazy."

"But you love crazy," Edward reminds you with a large smile, leaning in to kiss you for a moment before resting his forehead against yours. "I heard you say it. So that just means that you love me, more than anyone else in the world."

You smile at him, letting him manoeuver you into his lap as you pull the tray a little closer, leaning back into his arms.

"Yeah... I do."

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[theloopus]

TL;DR some thoughts on izzy's death via black sails comparisons

rambling here, but i keep coming back to Izzy's death and why it seems to have missed the landing a bit (and i'm not talking about the rabid Izzy fans who have completely lost the plot, i'm talking about the general reaction from actual normal people being "...wait, what?")

and, not to make everything about Black Sails, but i think it's been useful mentally to compare it to Charles Vane's death—they're actually very similar character trajectories, broadly speaking; an antagonist and generally unlikeable guy turned ally, made through the course of the season likeable enough so that when his death comes you're actually bummed to see him go. and you don't really see it coming (unless you do), you expect them to get away until the last minute, but at the same time it makes sense, thematically, because they represent a very specific version of piracy, and their deaths signal the end of the Golden Age of Piracy.

but whereas Vane's death seems to be generally met with shock, Izzy's death is met with confusion (which is a very different thing). and i think this stems not so much from the genre gap, although that does play into it (Black Sails is a gritty drama, OFMD is a romantic comedy (dramedy?)—and both series have a touch of the surreal, but BS is generally more grounded in reality, whereas OFMD tends to operate on cartoon rules), but rather from execution, no pun intended.

i do fully disagree with the take that Izzy's death was "bad writing"—the bones are there, the actual death scene was good, the themes are coherent— it makes sense, when you think about it. but you shouldn't have to think about it to know, instinctually, while you're watching, that it makes sense, as much as it might pain you or shock you at first—so the problem is execution, not writing.

obviously there's the matter of pacing, which has been discussed to death and isn't really the fault of the writers, but it's undeniable that it's one of the reasons why the idea doesn't seem to land at first. it happens too quickly, not just the actual death and funeral, but the lead-up to it. the wounding, for one—i don't know if they were intentionally going for a "surprise wound" approach ("did he really get shot? oh he did? well it doesn't seem that bad. wait, is he dying for real?"), but it just does not work here, because then instead of building up dread over whether or not he's going to make it, you just think he's hurt and then suddenly find out he's actually fully about to die only when he's like. pronouncing his last words. and then a minute later he's dead. it's too quick!

but it even goes back to before the actual death shot—the way the season's constructed, our main association with Izzy up to this point is that he's healing or whatever now, so if his death is meant to represent the end of an era, you need to remind the audience that he's supposed to be associated with that era, regardless of all his character development. this is why Vane's death works so well, imo: the very reason why he's being hanged, in-universe, is because of what he represents as an iconic pirate; and the fact that he chooses to sacrifice himself is what separates him from Flint and the others (despite the fact that they're currently allied): they represent a possible future which, albeit better, he does not fit within and has zero interest in fitting within. so he'd rather sacrifice himself, helping them with their cause while also keeping true to himself and his own view of the world (their world, the old world of piracy) and what he represents (old, classic, Blackbeard's kind of piracy).

with Izzy though it's an extremely tricky line to walk, because they wanted him to die having become a better person, free and loved, so essentially having embraced the kind of piracy that Stede represents—while also still being a walking symbol of the past, of the kind of piracy that he used to represent to Ed. again, on paper, it's doable: he is an embodiment of what piracy means to Ed, which used to be abuse and toxic masculinity (S1); then Stede turns piracy into something else, meaning acceptance and liberation and a support system (S2); but the fact is, negative or positive as the environment might be, piracy itself as an idea is coming to an end, it's ceasing to exist (therefore, so would Izzy), and Ed's journey isn't about embracing a new kind of piracy, either, it's about fully shredding it and letting go of it (therefore, shredding and letting go of Izzy) while keeping Stede (acceptance, liberation, a support system). problem being, executing all of that is a bit harder. doable, certainly, but harder, and perhaps more than the writers could chew with such a constricted budget and timetable. with the benefit of hindsight, maybe they could've crammed this into Izzy's conversation with Ricky...? it's there a little bit, if you squint, with Izzy going on with his "what piracy is really about" speech and Ricky going "you've become such a bore" or whatever he says (implying past vs. present), but, i don't know, maybe have Izzy like... talk about what piracy is really about and also what he used to think it meant, what it represented for him (and therefore for Ed) even though now he knows better, and also, very importantly, hit the final nail in the coffin by somehow sneaking in that he's piracy embodied and has no interest in being anything else, during that "our spirit will last throughout your entire fucking empire" speech, cementing that the spirit of piracy is also the spirit of Izzy himself (and therefore when piracy dies Izzy will die with is, and this will be his choice). maybe not the subtlest way to go about it, but like, not really time for subtlety when you've gotta wrap up a 60-minute storyline in 30 minutes, and they've been slapping us with DO YOU GET IT flashbacks for the entire season, so it's not like they've got the upper hand here, you know. as it is, though, those beats (and many others, as i've said before!) are missed, so (sans post-mortem interviews and tumblr metas and the like) Izzy's death feels like 1. it comes kinda out of nowhere, and 2. it serves no purpose other than to be sad. which is a shame, because it's actually a suuuper interesting beat that could've been really juicy both on a meta level and on an emotional level, if the writers had the space to set it up properly.

[izzy-b-hands]

"You don't mind the company?"

Roach shakes his head and resumes kneading the dough on the counter. "I'll need all the distraction I can get to keep me awake long enough to finish these."

Izzy nods and peers at the dough. "Have you told Bonnet that he could try asking at least a few fucking days in advance for things like this?"

"I have. I don't think he gets it."

Stede has never been overly rude about it, for Stede (and he's gotten better in that regard), but the short deadlines for the random new dishes that he keeps on requesting do wear thin. No matter how he's explained it to Stede though, it just hasn't stuck.

"I could make sure he gets it."

Roach chuckles. "I'm sure you could. It's not that bad this time though, just some little handheld pie things."

"And when did he ask for these?"

"About ten minutes after tonight's chapter was done."

"When you were already comfortable and laying down," Izzy scoffs. "That shouldn't be a surprise, but for fuck's sake-"

"Can I ask why you're still awake?"

He expects the usual prickliness, but Izzy just shrugs.

"Seriously?"

"I don't sleep well the nights I'm not helping out with the watch," Izzy replies.

"But those nights you don't sleep because you're on watch."

"Right."

"Izzy."

"What? Like you could say you sleep well the nights you aren't working late to prep like this."

"That," Roach pauses mid-knead. "I...fuck off."

"I can if you wish."

He looks tired. Maybe it's the rush of reconfiguring things over the last month or so (Stede returning with all of them that had been marooned, and a load of other things that had ultimately been good, but had put them all through the wringer), maybe it's just because Buttons is on watch for the night and clearly Izzy has no interest in trying to force himself to sleep and he seems more tired than be might be (but he's still fully fucking dressed for fuck's sake, not even an attempt at pajamas of any kind.)

Roach steps back from the counter. "No. I actually do like the company."

"Even if it's me?"

"Don't fucking be like that."

"Is it not a valid question?"

"Not any longer, for all of us, and you know that."

Izzy rubs the back of his neck. "Right. I need to get used to that, sorry."

"You should try to sleep though, and if you're tired-"

"I'd really rather not bother trying," Izzy interrupts. "Can I help somehow?"

"I guess you could help prep the filling?"

He sets Izzy up at another portion of counter, with knives and veg and a wooden bowl to toss it all in, and awaits some complaint.

But Izzy simply sets to and does little to interrupt again until he's out of veg to chop.

"I want to wait and get these put together and then bake them by-" Roach pauses. "What time is it?"

"About one in the morning," Izzy yawns. "Or near it, I'm guessing."

"Fuck. I could set them aside and finish them later, but later is only a few hours away now anyway, so-"

"Set them aside and sleep," Izzy interrupts. "Besides, apparently this crew can manage well despite sleeping in most days of the week. So why shouldn't they expect you'd wait until later to finish them?"

"How much later are you suggesting?"

"Wait until seven or eight to get up and finish them. Everyone can get a jumpstart on chores, then break whenever these things would be done."

"That...is sort of tempting. Never expected to hear anything like it from you though."

Izzy smiles. A very small smile, but it's there. "Believe it or not, once upon a time Ed and I were very good at finding shortcuts to get things done without breaking our backs."

"And now you break your back daily by choice."

"And Ed has Stede to do that for him nightly."

Roach chokes. "Izzy!"

"What? You've heard them! And good for them, I suppose. Ed's happy. That's what matters."

"What makes you happy?"

He doesn't wholly register that he asked it aloud until his eyes meet Izzy's.

"I..." Izzy frowns. "I liked helping you just now."

"Aside from work."

"Helping Ed, or-"

"Still technically a part of the work thing, try again."

"I know how to be useful; it makes me happy to know I'm being useful," Izzy grumbles. "What else do you want me to say?"

Roach thinks. "Do you want to sleep in here or on the deck with everyone else?"

"Sorry?"

He moves around Izzy carefully but swiftly, setting aside dough and filling and the other bits of prep he'd done before Izzy had wandered in. "What I said: since we're doing your plan of waiting to finish these, then we should be sleeping, so where do you want to sleep?"

"In here, I guess? I know what you said before, and what everyone keeps saying, but I don't know that I'm welcome out there regardless."

"Okay," Roach rinses his hands in the bowl of water he'd set aside for it, and motions for Izzy to follow suit. "Follow me."

He leads Izzy to the back pantry area, and motions to a hidden bit of spare space there. "See? Even if they wake up before us, it'll take enough time for them to find us that we should still get some decent sleep."

Izzy nods. "Could I... never mind. Thank you."

"We have extra pillows and blankets stowed here," Roach says as he yanks them from under the bottom gap of the shelves. "Here, take what you need, want. We can make a nest of them all if we so desire."

"Ed would love that."

"Izzy. Please. I know he would. But I'm not asking about Ed right now."

"Could we?"

"We absolutely can."

It's only after they've made a lovely soft nest and gotten cozy in it that he decides to ask.

"Izzy, you were going to ask me something earlier. What was it?"

"It's stupid."

"Maybe, but I still want to know."

"I... nearly asked if I could kiss you. Like I said, stupid."

"You can."

He giggles as he watches Izzy's face, waiting for it to register.

"Would you keep me company again like this on late nights? I could join you for night watch, now and again, in retur-"

He didn't expect Izzy would cradle his face so gently, but he does until the kiss ends.

"Neither of us will get much sleep then."

"As if we were getting that much before," Roach snorts. "Was that kiss a yes?"

"It was. It is. But you don't have to join me for night watches unless you want to, of course."

Roach pulls Izzy close and snuggles into him. "I want to. But for now, I want us both to sleep. Or to try and sleep, at least."

He expects some tussle, some argument, but Izzy just nods and snuggles back.

[jaskiers-lutkulele-of-sex]

Prompt idea: (cw scat) Eddie's always eating junk food so his stomach gets messed up on a regular basis. He starts hanging out with Steve more often, getting invited to movie nights with only the two of them. Steve just likes having a guy his age who's cool to hang out with, he's only just realizing he has a crush.

Eddie's stomach starts acting up during the movies but Eddie doesn't want to destroy the perfect pristine Harrington bathroom, he's too embarrassed to do that and too stubborn to leave before the movie finishes and make a mad dash to the nearest gas station and let loose. So he sits there on the couch, squirming and uncomfortable and doing his best to hide it, or mask it as a reaction to whatever is happening on the movie.

Steve of course notices Eddie squirming on the couch next to him. The first couple of times, he asks if Eddie needs to pee, but Eddie always says no, laughs with a little strained breath, says he's just really excited about the movie. Of course, Steve eventually realizes what it is, feels bad that Eddie doesn't feel comfortable in his home, offers again that Eddie can use the bathroom for whatever he needs, but Eddie keeps brushing it off, that he's fine.

It becomes a regular thing. Always about halfway into the movie, Steve will feel Eddie start to squirm, crossing and uncrossing his legs. Steve starts to expect it, starts to anticipate it actually, to the point where it's not even about watching the movie anymore, the night is about waiting for Eddie's squirming to start, seeing how Eddie makes it to the end of the film every time and then does an awkward little walk to the door.

Steve starts to get obsessed with it. Seeing the sweat form on Eddie's brow and nose, feeling every little shake and jitter of Eddie's body, hearing the little strained noises Eddie makes every once in a while. Steve's confused and feels guilty when he realizes it's a turn-on for him, and he has to hold a pillow in his lap once Eddie's squirming starts, even subtly ruts against it sometimes, almost comes once when Eddie's stomach makes a loud rumble and he clutches it with a pained desperate little groan.

Maybe once, he does just come right there from all of Eddie's squirming and noises, and that's how they discover it's a thing for them both, because Eddie's obviously noticed that it's a turn-on for Steve, been teasing him the whole time. Then Steve gets to tease him back.

same anon from before btw loved your fic so much - 🎱

first, thanks! i very well may "clean up" that other post and stick it on AO3-- it sort of grew legs, shouldn't be too hard to expand into a full-er fic.

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this is A+++ excellent. I am always here, first and foremost, for the desperation, and this is d r i p p i n g with that potential.

also, eddie, your whole heart is showing, man. how much must you like this dude to be willing to put yourself through this all the time?? XD <3

Also also, what must the poor gas station attendants think, this one young rocker guy showing up, like clockwork, absolutely bursting, frantic for the bathroom key. like, if ever Eddie doesn't make it, makes it out of the Harrington House but then looses it while driving, or, god, maybe even before... and just goes straight home for the cleanup since it's too late... like, gas station person is DEFINITELY gonna know, gonna guess, when Eddie doesn't show up. XD (lol that actually make me think about Steve working the retail job at the place Eddie regularly stops into when desperate...)

Maybe Steve resists jerking off about it for a while, feels guilty getting off on his friend's discomfort, esp if he's still got shit to work through re: his sexuality... like, it creeps in around the edges sometimes, thoughts of Eddie, but he mostly successfully keeps it packed away, doesn't look too hard at why he's always so Goddamn horny after Eddie leaves... and anyway, who's in complete control of what they think of on the verge of orgasm anyway...

But then there's the night where Eddie doesn't even pretend to be casual as he gets up to leave the second the movie is done, and Steve lets him go, of course, not even really worried about whether Eddie can tell if he's hard because Eddie is clearly so absorbed in what his body's doing...

and Steve Watches, not quite closing the door, as Eddie immediately drops his mask of being fine, and stiffly makes his way down the front steps and drive to his van. Eddie pulls up his key, and opens the door, but freezes as he starts climb in. Steve watches as eddie clutches his abdomen with one hand, and grips his door for all he's worth with the other... and then bends his knees a little and Very Obviously just loses it, right there in Steve's drive.

Steve doesn't know if he should go out there, offer to help Eddie clean up? but 1. Eddie clearly didn't want to shit at Steve's house, badly enough where this was the better option, which makes Steve feel pretty terrible... and 2. Steve's so hard he's not sure he could even string a sentence together, let alone wade through whatever ocean of crap (ha) eddie's got going on in his head.

After a long moment of Steve, torn, trying not to, like, hump his fucking doorjamb and Eddie shitting his goddamn brains out in Steve's drive, Eddie finally finishes, or gets to a pause point or something, and with a furtive glance that makes Steve glad he'd mostly closed the door, Eddie goes around to the back of his van, walk making it pretty obvious what just happened, and comes back with a towel. He more or less pours himself into the driver's seat, very obviously wincing, and drives off.

Steve closes the door the rest of the way, makes it about three steps, and then gives up and shoves his hand down his pants and comes in about two seconds, right there in the hall.

Well fuck.

-

Eddie stays away for a week, after that, fucking Mortified, even if he doesn't think Steve saw. Happily, his Uncle was already at work, and his mess mostly remained contained for the drive back, but he was so worried it still smelled he practically offed himself (and dustin, when he drove him one day) with little scented trees (and he'd gotten such a knowing look from the dude working the register at the gas station that he's wondering if he should start frequenting another one).

But then there's steve with his big brown eyes and hopeful face and the movie he's got just came out, eddie, i snagged it for us before we shelved it and Eddie's coward days are behind him, so, like, he's gotta go.

And, inevitably, halfway through the movie... He's gotta go.

what the fuck is his life, that this keeps happening? He's tried not eating for a while before, but that just makes him a hangry asshole, which isn't fun for either of them, and he's tried eating just immediately before, or with steve, but his guts still get fucked.

He was stopping at the gas station to shit before getting to steve's for a while, but it never hits until later, so he just sat there like an idiot twiddling his thumbs...

He preemptively took immodium once, and it stopped him up for like a fucking week and then he tried to undo it with laxatives and that was a fucking mistake.

evidently it's just his lot n life to only hang with Steve while also trying not to ruin Steve's pristine couch in his pristine living room next to his unbelievably fucking pristine bathroom.

Eddie shifts uncomfortably and waits for the predictable you good, man? wanna pause?

Steve has obviously long-since figured out that Eddie usually needs a bathroom, but is a freak about it, and Eddie has weighed up the pros and cons.

He's clean and polite and has class and will not bomb the harrington's fancy fucking powder room or whatever. if he... if he has to explode first, he's not gonna do it.

if he has to shit his fucking pants in the driveway.

Eddie has a solid reputation as a freak. Suggestions that he was a kinky motherfucker were common in school.

Maybe Steve will just, what, start to think he has a fetish? and stop fucking asking.

Eddie waits for the offer of a bathroom...

but steve doesn't offer.

A wave of cramping hits Eddie, and his breathing speeds up, and he squirms a little to keep control.

But Steve doesn't say anything, even though eddie can fucking feel eyes on him.

instead, out of the corner of his eye, Eddie notices Steve squirming.

Does he also need to use the bathroom?

But then, a few moments later, Steve reaches over for a throw pillow... and sets it on his lap.

Eddie has not been on a lot of dates around throw pillows... but... there's only one reason he can think of to make a move like that. right?

maybe not. Maybe harrington's arms were just tired or- oh fuck-

Eddie's hit by the next wave, and fuck it's a lot of pressure. he feels himself break out into a sweat as his guts twist and he holds himself rigidly still, trying not to let it show on his face.

and he sees harrington squirm too, and... and press down with his hand, and up with his hips.

Is Steve humping the pillow?

... fuck, does steve have a fetish?

Eddie's stomach makes a horrible growl with the next wave, and he lets out a little involuntary gasp.

and steve's hips give an aborted jerk next to him.

.

when the movie ends, Eddie is exceedingly desperate, but also curious, so he does his best to hang around.

He doesn't get up, and Steve doesn't get up, or move the pillow, until finally something has to give (before Eddie's sphincter).

Eddie awkwardly gestures at his water glass and oh-so-carefully gets up, and heads for the kitchen. As he leaves the room, he tilts his head a little, so his hair falls forward, shielding his face, and he peeks back in time to see Steve stand up and shove his hand down his pants, in the most clear and classic example of Adjusting oneself Eddie has ever seen.

Once they're both in the kitchen, steve's shirt falls low enough to obscure his groin, so Eddie, desperate to know (and desperate for a few other things)... intentionally drops his glass on the mat, hoping for the best.

"oh fuck," he says, as it rolls off, and he moves to follow.

"let me get you a new one, " steve replies.

Eddie crouches down to retrieve his glass, and immediately has to sit on his heel fuck fuck bad idea... but when he looks over, there steve is, stretching up, shirt lifting, and fully hard dick on display through his pants, clearly having been tugged up, to snug under his waistband, out of the way.

fuck.

-

Eddie does not shit himself, crouched there on the harrington's kitchen floor.

instead, he plays it like he notices his lace was undone, until he's got control back, stands up, and invents a reason he's got to get home.

he makes it to the van, but he knows it's gonna come out the second he stands up again, so he doesn't even stop at the gas station, doesn't even try, just heads straight for their trailer and, yeah, absolutely starts filling his shorts as he climbs out, and lets himself in.

acceptable loss, for finding out about harrington.

now what the fuck is he going to do about it.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Always seen you.

Pairings: Eddie x Fem!Insecure plus size reader x Friend!Elio x Friend!Billy

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Hi friends. Welcome back to my series finale. This was a little rushed because I have a few requests I would like to work on as well as finishing up my papa!Eddie fic. Keep an eye out for them this upcoming week. I was inspired by three songs. So check them out if you want. Shout out to @salenorona23 for your ideas. Appreciate you. Anyways, thanks for reading babes. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and asks or comments are welcomed. Kay love ya byeeee.

Warnings: 18+ Language, sexual implications, fluff, slight angst, happy ending. Not proof read.

I do not give permission for my work to be used on any other site. Respect all creators/writers. Thanks.

Word count: 6,506

Summary: No one's gonna love you like Eddie does. And that's okay, because no one's gonna love him like you do.

Part 23 - Ending

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The next morning you were up early. Doing what you had been doing for the past two months. The only difference this time, Eddie was sitting across from you while you drew him.

" Stop making faces." You grinned.

Eddie smirked. " I can't help it. They make you smile."

You pressed your lips to hold the smile back, adding the finishing touches.

" You know Angel, I think we should come here again. Just us next time."

You looked over your glasses, pushing them up when all you saw was a blur.

" That sounds fun. But only for like a week. Because to be honest with you… I really miss regular outlets. And I'm a little tired of pasta."

Eddie laughed. "Yeah. I think I put on at least ten pounds since I got here." He looked down, grabbing his stomach. Pushing it out to make it look bigger.

You smiled. He actually looked really good with a healthy layer of cushion around his tummy.

" I like your little belly."

Eddie gave you a wink.

You shook your head, closing your sketchbook.

" You keep moving, Eds."

He got up and went behind you. Wrapping his arms around your chest.

" I'm sorry Angel."

" Ehhh it's fine. I finished it a while ago...just liked to see you squirm."

Eddie gasped" How dare you?!'

You giggled as he started to tickle you.

" Eddieeee!" You said through a fit of laughter.

" Nope! You totally deserve it"

You were wriggling so much that your book fell open and Eddie took a second to pick it up. You tried to grab it but he pulled it away. Flipping through the pages.

" Eddie please don't." You pleaded.

You were actually embarrassed by them. You always had a slight insecurity about your drawings. You barely showed them to anyone. Other than the contest one and the book you made for Eddie, no one has seen the ones you've been drawing lately.

Eddie was amazed. " Angel…these…these are incredible."

He looked at all the scenery pictures in aww. Then he saw the ones of him. They were so good that they looked like black and white photographs. Except for his eyes. You captured the color so well. He continued admiring them until a letter fell out.

He saw the name on it before you picked it up and walked into the room.

Eddie followed you and saw you put on some high waist jeans with your flip flops.

" Where you goin'?"

" Umm. I totally forgot to send this."

He sat on the bed. " So you're going now?"

You turned to look at him when his tone changed.

" Eds, I should have sent this a long time ago. He deserves to know that it's not gonna happen."

" But a letter Angel? That just seems so… impersonal."

You sighed and sat next to him. Fidgeting with the postage.

" I know. And I hate that I can't do it in person. But he's been waiting for a while. And I feel like such an asshole for it."

Eddie nodded and started rubbing your back. " I really think you shouldn't send that. How about you call him and ask to meet up as soon as you get back."

You nodded. " Okay. I guess he waited this long. Another month won't be so bad."

" Well I didn't say that."

You looked at him and pouted.

" Angel. You don't want to be with him and he needs to here it from you. He might not be happy and you'll probably lose him as a friend. But you gotta tell him face to face."

You put your head on his shoulder.

" I just don't want to hurt him, Eds. He really is a good friend."

" I know….I know."

A minute or two passes when you took a deep breath and went for the phone.

It rang a few times before Billy finally answered.

" Sweets? Damn I was just about to leave."

" Oh I'm sorry. Do you want to talk later?"

" Uhhh I would like to but I'm kinda gonna be getting on a plane in about 3 hours."

Your brows pinched together. " Where are you going?"

Billy grinned looking at a picture of you, him and Elio on his fridge.

" I'm coming to see you sweets."

Your mouth dropped open and you felt the air get snatched out of your lungs. " W-w-what?"

You heard Billy laugh and felt Eddie's hand on your shoulder.

" What is it Angel?" Eddie whispered.

You looked up at Eddie and shook your head.

" No. Billy don't."

Billy's smile faded. " What? I want to see you. I only got a couple of days off but I want-"

" I-I-I…Billy please. Please don't come here. I…I have to talk to you. But I want to do it when I come home."

" Why can't you do it when I'm there?"

" Billy please-"

" Angel what-"

"Sweets?"

You covered the receiver and answered Eddie first. " He was just about to leave and get on a plane to come here."

Eddie furrowed his brow. He wanted to take the phone away from you and tell Billy to back off. But he stopped himself because you guys weren't together yet. So it wasn't his place. Even though he felt like it was.

When you saw that look on Eddie you knew you had to say something.

" Sweets?"

You sighed. " Billy, Eddie's here."

The silence that fell on the phone was awful. You could feel Billy's heart breaking.

Eddie looked at you and was happy that you said that. But when he saw the tears in your eyes all he wanted to do was hold you.

Billy cleared his throat. " So you chose him then?"

" I…Billy please. I want to sit down and talk when I come back. "

Billy was so angry. When were you gonna learn that Eddie wasn't the one for you? He dropped his duffle bag and rubbed his face. No matter how this turned out. He couldn't be mad at you.

" Alright. Umm you know where to find me."

" Yeah. "

" I'll see you soon, sweets."

" Y-yeah. See you."

You hung up the phone and turned to Eddie. Burying your face in his chest. He hugged you while you cried and kissed the top of your head.

" I hope he doesn't hate me….I hope I didn't make you hate me."

Eddie leaned back and lifted your face by your chin.

" He doesn't hate you and I never could. All I feel for you…all I ever felt is-"

" Guys want to go to the beach?" Elio said, walking in on the moment.

Eddie didn't look away from you though. Instead he smiled and laughed a little. " Just like old times. Trying to say how we feel and get interrupted."

You gave him a half hearted smile. " Do you think there will ever be a time when it doesn't happen?"

" Our luck. Probably not."

You frowned and looked at Elio. " Yeah. The beach sounds fun. I need some vitamin D."

Elio smirked. " Me too."

Eddie chuckled and winked at Elio.

" Ugh both of you are pervs."

…

Eddie left the next day with the promise of seeing you soon. It took everything you had to not leave with him. The parting wasn't so much of a goodbye as it was I'll see you soon.

You gave him a long hug and kiss on the cheek. When you walked away you didn't look back.

How am I gonna go a month without you Eds?

It was a week later and you had just about enough of Italy. You missed your bed and your family. But most of all you missed Eddie.

One night you sat out on the balcony and opened your book. A note fell out. You picked it up and read it.

'Angel,

I just wanted to say have a great time. You deserve all the happiness in the world. I wish I could tell you what I really want to say. But that's gonna have to wait. Take care of yourself.

Love Eds'

Elio joined you. " What's that?"

You folded the paper back up and put it back in your book.

" Nothing much. Just Eddie being Eddie."

" Hmmm. So…did you tell him how you feel?"

You nodded. " I did. But…I don't think I want that anymore."

" What do you mean?"

You looked up at the sky. Admiring the stars that shine so bright there.

" I want to be with him."

" Yeah?"

You sighed. " Yeah. "

Elio smiled and stood up. Holding out his hand for you. " Then let's go get your guy."

You grinned while taking it. But you stopped, pulling him back.

" I have to talk to Billy first."

Elio pressed his lips. " Uhhh yeah. Probably do that."

" I'm not looking forward to it."

" Well if you need me. I'll be there."

You hugged him.

"Thank you E. For everything."

He smiled, hugging you back.." you're welcome. Now…" he pulled away. " Let's go home."

…

You were standing outside of Billy's house. You had just got back and the first thing you did was catch a bus over. All you had to do now was knock.

When he answered the door he motioned for you to come in. You followed him to the couch and sat.

It was quiet for a minute before Billy shifted.

" How was your trip?"

You half smiled. " It was good. Very beautiful."

"That's good. I uhhh I missed you…and E."

You nodded. " Missed you too."

You guys were quiet again. This time the tension between you two was almost unbearable.

" So Eddie went?"

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

" He did."

" He just showed up?"

You started fidgeting with the hem of your shorts. " No…I invited him."

Billy sighed and moved again. " Does he know about us?"

" Billy there is no us."

" How can you say that? I know you felt something too. You kissed me back."

I…I know I did. But-"

" But nothing Y/n. You can't just ignore what's happening."

" I'm not ignoring it. That's why I'm here. To tell you the truth."

Billy hung his head. " What's the truth? That you want to be with him until he hurts you again. Have me waiting on the sidelines."

"N-no. Billy, Eddie and I are not together."

Well not yet.

" Then what were you guys doing there? Don't tell me he just came to hang out."

" He…he came to spend time with me."

Billy looked at you. " And nothing happened?"

You pressed your lips together and looked away.

" Why y/n? Why did you do that? Do you really think so little of yourself?"

You met his eyes and he didn't even look mad. He looked genuinely concerned.

" Billy look, being with Eddie doesn't make me smaller. Or less of a person. What we have…is something that just is. When we're together everything feels right. It feels good. And I get that you've seen me and helped me when I was at my lowest. That you think he's wrong for me. But he's not. You never saw him with me. He cares about me. He looks and treats me like I'm the only person in the world for him. He makes me feel beautiful and loved. I know he would do anything for me."

" I would too y/n. Don't I make you feel beautiful? Don't you see that I only have eyes for you? Can't you feel my love?"

You sniffled, wiping your tears away.

" You don't understand. You say those things and I feel like they're misplaced. You would do anything for me because that's what friends do. You don't make me feel beautiful. You make me feel nice. Just nice. I can't feel your love because it's not real. Well maybe it is. But not how you think. And you say you only have eyes for me when you just really want you too…but I'm not it. You're so focused on me that you don't even see the ones who looked at you like that."

He leaned forward. " I don't care how other girls look at me. All I care about is you…I love you."

You hung your head.

" Sweets please. You know this isn't going to end well for you. Regardless if you guys stay friends or not. Sooner or later he's gonna hurt you again…I would never do that to you. I would never do or say anything that could."

You stood up and walked towards the door. But you stopped just before reaching for the handle.

" You say you love me right?"

Billy stood up too. "Yeah…I love you y/n."

You turned around and looked at him.

" If you do then you know all the important stuff about me. Like the name of the highschool I graduated from, or why I used to live in a trailer before I came here."

Billy sat back down and looked away.

" Do you know how I like my coffee? Or how I met one of the most important person in my life?"

Billy couldn't look at you. He was ashamed. He should have known all that stuff about you.

When he was quiet for a while you felt bad. You knew he wouldn't know the answers. But it didn't matter. Because there was one person who did. And Billy wasn't him.

"I'm really sorry. I know you wanted this. And that you were waiting for an answer. I'm truly sorry for making you think you had a chance. You didn't deserve the silence. You're my friend and I should have told you how I felt about Eddie that night we kissed…I do love you Billy...But not the way I love him. I can't love anyone else. I don't want to."

He finally looked at you with tears in his eyes.

" I would have loved you forever, you know."

You frowned because you knew he would have.

" But I would have never been able to love you back. Not in the way you want or need."

Billy got up and cupped your face. "I love you sweets. And if you ever need me." He leaned in. " I will always be here."

He gave you a kiss on the cheek and met your forehead with his.

…

Thanksgiving came up so fast. You almost forgot to pack for Hawkins. The past two months have been jam packed with a new project you were working on and with school. It all became a little bit crazy. But finally you were gonna go see your family.

Ever since the conversation with Billy, he worked a lot. He came around once in a while. But just for a few minutes.

Eddie of course was working on the new album and doing shows. He tried calling you since Italy. But as usual both of you were busy. Not that you were upset about not talking to him as much as you would like. But that you hadn't got the chance to say that you wanted to be together. For real this time. That wasn't something to write in a letter or say over the phone. So you waited.

Thanksgiving being the perfect opportunity to finally put it out there.

Eddie said he was going to be late because his flight was delayed. But he was at the airport, determined to be the first one on.

When you finally got to Hawkins, something was different. You didn't know what. But something was. There was a lot going on that you had no idea the gravity of it.

Matthew was waiting for you when you got off the plane. You guys hugged each other and went home. The ride was mostly quiet. Not that you minded. You were super tired.

When you guys pulled into the trailer park everything was covered in a thin blanket of snow. You had noticed a moving truck parked out front. Too tired to ask anything, you got out of the car and went to your room after you gave Bethany a hug. When you walked in you dropped your bag and threw yourself on the bed. You said a silent ' goodnight Eds.' before passing out.

In the morning you woke up and finally looked around. All that was left in the small room was the bed and the nightstand.

What the hell?

You got up and went to the kitchen. Bethany was making breakfast and you went to get some water. While grabbing her little tummy you asked.

" Hey so ummm where's my stuff?"

" Uhhh sit down. I have news."

You nodded and went to the dining table.

Bethany put a plate in front of you and sat down.

" Nothing bad is it?" You asked buttering your toast.

" No sweetie. It's good news. Very good news."

You took a bite and smiled.

" So umm first things first. We're moving."

Your eyes widened and you stopped chewing.

" That's why there's a moving truck outside. Matthew and I bought a 4 bedroom house near my parents." She grabbed her belly. " I'm gonna need all the help I can get since I'm having twins."

You froze mid chew.

"You-you're having t-two?"

Bethany giggled. " Yup. So we're gonna need a bigger place."

" Oh my God!" You put down your toast and got up to hug her. " That's insane…well duh you're definitely going to need a much bigger place. With a big backyard."

Bethany laughed again while hugging you back. " That's the plan."

You sat back down shaking your head.

Twins!

" So when is the official move?" You asked, taking a sip of coffee.

" So we were thinking just after Thanksgiving. There isn't much left here. Just the furniture."

You nodded. " And the trailer?"

" Well, I want to see if you want to keep it or let someone else move in."

The thought of another family moving into your home made you sad. But at the same time it was unrealistic to keep it when you only came there for holidays.

" Umm I would like to keep it. But it's pointless. I live in Cambridge."

" Yeah… Just thought I would ask."

You nodded again picking at your hash browns.

" So uhhh my stuff?"

Bethany gave you a smile. She didn't want to ruin Eddie's surprise so she said a little white lie.

" Well all of it is in storage near your dorm. We had it shipped there." Bethany got up and went to the kitchen.

She came back and set a key in front of you. " This is the key to the lock. Whenever you're ready you can check it out."

You smiled. " That's cool. I'll give you the money for the storage."

You got up to grab your purse.

" Oh no. Don't worry about it. It wasn't much."

" No. No. You guys don't need to spend any more money than you have to."

You pulled out your wallet and pulled out a crisp new 100 dollar bill.

" Sweetie no. Really it's fine."

" Take it. And just save it for the babies."

Bethany's smile got bigger. " Okay. But for the babies and not the storage."

You sat back down and beamed at her.

" You know." You put a hand on her tummy. "These little buns are gonna have the best mommy."

She put her hand on yours. " And they are gonna have the best aunt."

…

While getting ready for bed that night you looked out your bedroom window. You felt a pain in your heart seeing the Munson's trailer. For just a short period in time you were neighbors with Eddie Munson. You were in a place that finally felt like home. With the boy of your dreams just a stone's throw away.

But Eddie didn't live there anymore. And he hadn't for almost two years. Still you wished his light would turn on. You still wished you could watch him play his guitar or write out a new campaign, while you were supposed to be studying.

Oh how things have changed.

Eddie finally got to Hawkins and it was pretty late. He didn't even bother going to see his uncle. He went straight to yours. When he knocked, your brother answered.

" Hey man."

"Hey Eddie. Come on in."

" Thanks."

Eddie took off his jacket and gave your brother a hug.

" How are things?" He asked.

Matthew sighed. " It's good. Just moving is a bitch."

" Does she know that her stuff is at my place?"

" Nah. She thinks it's in storage."

Eddie grinned. " Cool. I'm gonna bring her to it when she goes back."

Matthew gave him a half smile. " That's good. She'll be happy."

" I hope so."

Eddie started for your room when Matthew stopped him.

" Eddie man, don't fuck this up this time."

Eddie nodded. " I won't. I swear. I won't."

Eddie crept into your room and smiled seeing you sound asleep. He got undressed and climbed into bed with you. Though you didn't wake up you snuggled with him. He kissed your forehead and whispered.

" I'm here Angel. And I love you."

When you woke up, the happiness you felt was overwhelming. Eddie came home. You pushed his hair behind his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

" You're here, Eds."

While Eddie slept you and Bethany started cooking. It was a little after 1 pm when Eddie and your brother finally got up.

Eddie gave you a big beautiful smile.

" Morning Angel."

With your hand in a turkey you smiled back. " Afternoon Eds. How was the flight?"

Eddie came around the counter, hugging you from behind.

" Just terrible Angel. Screaming babies and loud ladies talking about how scared they were to fly."

"Hmmm and you endured all that to be here?"

" To be here with you."

You smiled . " Well aren't you sweet?"

Eddie kissed the top of your head. " I missed you Angel."

" I missed you too, Eds. Now let me finish this turkey. I want to talk to you about something later."

Eddie gave you one last squeeze. " Oh no. Please tell me it's nothing bad?"

You shook your head. " No. Nothing bad."

" Okay. I'm gonna go say hi to my uncle. I'll be back soon."

You nodded and watched him leave.

" What are you gonna talk about?" Matthew asked.

You grinned at him. " I think I'm ready now. I want to tell him I want to be together."

" Are you sure?" Bethany asked.

You looked at her. " Yes. But it's gonna be different this time around. I'll make sure of it."

Bethany and Matthew both have you approving smiles.

Later that night everyone was sitting around the kitchen table saying things they were grateful for.

When it was your turn you looked at your little family.

" I'm thankful for all of you. You guys have been so good to me and have always been so supportive. That I don't know who I would be without each and every one of you."

You smiled at your lap seeing Eddie's hand on your thigh.

" Alright." Eddie said with a huge grin. " I'm thankful for -"

He was suddenly cut off by a knock on the door.

Bethany looked at the door. " Are we expecting anyone else Mattie?"

Your brother shook his head.

" I'll get it." You said getting up.

When you opened the door you were immediately scared.

" Matthew!"

Your brother quickly got up and went to you.

" Mom? Dad? What the hell are you doing here?"

Next thing you knew Eddie pulled you back and stood in front of you.

" Hi babies. Umm we came to say happy Thanksgiving. We uhh we brought you a pie." Your mom said.

Matthew was pissed. " You're not welcome here."

Your dad took a step up. "Look son, we're really sorry for everything we put you and your sister through. We just wanted to see you guys."

" Well we don't want to see you. Don't ever come back here!"

Your brother stepped back and slammed the door on them. Eddie turned around and cupped your face.

" Are you okay Angel?"

You swallowed thickly. " I…I want to talk to them."

Matthew turned around. " What for?! They have nothing good to say."

You looked at Matthew. " I know. But they're still our parents."

Matthew shook his head and Eddie made you look at him.

" I'm going with you."

You licked your lips. " Okay."

When you went outside your parents were just about to get in the car. Eddie was only a step behind you when you started talking.

" Happy Thanksgiving."

Your dad looked up and looked sad.

" Happy Thanksgiving baby girl."

You went to them and gave both an awkward hug.

" Look, I know that we all have stuff to say to one another. But we're good. Me and Matthew are doing great…I hope that you understand that we don't want you a part of our lives…I do love you because you gave birth to me. But I need you to never come looking for us again."

You took a step back and grabbed Eddie's hand when you saw the fury in your mother's eyes.

Your dad sighed. " Let's go honey."

You stood there with Eddie watching your parents drive away. A tear escaped and Eddie quickly caught it.

"Don't cry Angel. They're gone."

You nodded. " I just...We're safe now."

Eddie hugged you. " You were always safe. Ever since you left."

" That's because of you and Wayne."

Eddie held you tighter. " I promised that I would. And I will always keep that promise."

You kissed his chest. " I know you will."

…

You were getting ready for dinner with Eddie. After Thanksgiving you didn't get the chance to tell him you wanted to be together. But now it was 2 weeks later and you were back at school. Eddie was in town and asked you out. The plan was to ask him to be your boyfriend over dinner. And if things went well. You would spend the night with him.

Eddie stopped at the market before he went to get you. Making sure to get you the prettiest flowers they had. That's when he ran into Billy.

"Uhh hey man." Eddie said awkwardly.

" Hey."

" Umm how are you?"

" I'm okay. Dating a girl."

That was fast. Eddie thought.

" Oh cool."

" Yeah. I work with her. Guess she had liked me for a long time."

Eddie smiled. " Oh that's ummm cool."

"Yeah."

There was a weird silence that fell. Eddie gave him a nod.

" I uhh better get going."

" Hold on. I want to ask you something."

" O-okay?"

Billy sighed. " Who is the most important person in y/n's life and how did they meet?"

Eddie raised a brow and tilted his head. It was a weird question but he thought what was the harm.

"Umm well you're probably thinking it's me right?"

Billy nodded

" Shit I wish it was. But yeah. No. It's actually my uncle."

Billy looked confused.

" It was just before we started dating. She had a lot of issues with her parents. One night all those came to a head. I uhhh wasn't able to get there in time. I was a mess that night. But my uncle, being the good guy he is, stood up for her and Matthew. Gave them a safe place to stay. My uncle liked her a lot before he met her. And more after. He sees her as a daughter. And she sees him like a dad. We both do…every since that night, she's been close to him. I think more than me. But I can't be mad. He's very important to me too. He always supported us. Supported her."

Billy looked away. " I didn't know that."

" You couldn't. It's something she doesn't like talking about."

" But she did with you."

" That's because was her best friend. And we spent almost every waking moment together before I left."

" Yeah?"

Eddie gave him a thin lip smile. " Yeah....So umm."

" You should probably go."

Eddie gave him a handshake and started for the door.

" Hey umm one more thing. How does she like her coffee?"

Eddie chuckled. He knew Billy was trying to convince himself that he was the one for you.

He turned his head and looked at him.

" It depends."

Billy shook his head. That's all he needed to know. " Right. Well umm take care of her. She's a good girl."

Eddie nodded and left with a smile.

She is a good girl. The best actually. And she's going to be mine again.

When you went outside Eddie was leaning on his van, holding flowers.

" Hi Angel."

" H-hey. When did you have time to get your van?"

You closed the distance and took the flowers.

" I uhhh had it stored in a garage here. For when I come for you. I have wheels."

He gave you a hug and opened the passenger door.

" M'lady."

You gave him a sweet smile and hopped in. " Thank you Ser Munson."

Eddie chuckled and helped buckle you in. " You looked really beautiful tonight Angel."

You giggled. " No you."

Eddie laughed again and closed the door. Jogging to his side.

" So I uhhh found this place that I liked. It's a small bistro called Sips Cafè."

" Oh I know that place. They have the best blueberry scones."

Eddie grinned. " I like those too."

You both smiled and talked about what happened the past two weeks. Eddie signed a new contract for 3 more albums. As well as accepting a spot on a world tour. You had hit a snag in your project and been working effortlessly trying to figure out a solution.

When you guys pulled up to the cafè Eddie got out and opened the door for you. Offering his hand.

" Eds I think they're closed." You said taking his hand.

" Oh no. I rented the place out. So it could just be us. I don't want our dinner to be interrupted by fans."

You give him a sweet smile. " That's nice of you."

Eddie led you inside. Pulling out a chair for you. You guys sat and ate. Talking about Eddie's upcoming tour. Ever since Bad Decisions, the band started getting noticed a hell of a lot more. And word had it that one day soon they might be performing at Madison square garden. Which you could not be more proud of your friends.

After dinner Eddie started leading you up a staircase.

" Eds I don't think we can come up here."

" Don't worry Angel. It's all gonna be okay."

When you guys got to a door, Eddie turned to you.

" Do you have that key Bethany gave you?"

You were confused. " Umm yeah?"

" Can I have it?"

You looked in your purse and pulled out the key.

" Bethany said it was to a storage unit."

Eddie just smiled at you as he unlocked the door. He then gave you back the key and pushed open the door for you.

You gave him a worried look but all he did was smile and nodded for you to go in. When you went, it was dark until Eddie flipped a switch.

A little gasp left you when you saw the place. It was a huge studio apartment. Filled with all of Eddie's things. Then you saw some of your stuff around.

You walked in more studying the place. " Eds, is this your place?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. " Yeah…I erm I got it when you were in Italy."

As you continued to look around you smiled to yourself, seeing the big framed picture that was a copy of the one Wayne gave you.

You pointed at the picture." You have one too?"

" Actually. That's yours. I umm took it from the trailer."

You met his eyes and they were just slits from the big beautiful smile he had.

You walked through the apartment and saw your desk with art supplies. Eddie came behind you.

" Umm for when you want to come over and draw."

You smiled got bigger when you felt his hand in yours. You moved around towards the living room. That's when your eyes found a trophy case. As you got closer you saw all of your awards. Not just the second place ones. But the first place ones too.

" H-How?"

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck again. " That was all Wayne. He got them from your parents. He thought you might want them."

Tears filled your eyes seeing the only one that mattered. Your award for your sketch for the Hawkins Post. And right next to it was Eddie's first B+ paper. You're heart filled seeing that one.

Eddie then led you behind a partition.

" This is the bedroom area." He said letting go of your hand.

Your eyes followed him to the large dresser.

" Half of the drawers are empty. For umm when or if you want to bring some stuff."

Was this really happening? Did Eddie buy an apartment for us?

All you could do was smile. This was a lot to comprehend.

" Oh and the best part." Eddie motioned you to follow him out to the terrace.

He flipped a switch and there were twinkle lights all around the railing and hanging on top. When you took a closer look you noticed something.

" Eds. Are those my lights I've been working on?"

Eddie smirked. " Yeah. Umm Elio helped me get some. I know you're still working on them to last longer. But I wanted you to see that I think they're perfect."

You looked at a bench that was covered up. When Eddie saw that he went over and lifted the tarp. It was a small work table.

" I thought you might need a place to work. Then maybe after you graduate, you can help convert our stage lights to yours. Maybe even help with set designs."

You wiped your tears away.

" Eds you didn't have to do this."

He came to you and cupped your face. " I wanted to. I want to have a place that feels like home to you. "

" What about you? You can't live here and live in LA. That's too much money."

" Angel, I don't live in LA anymore. My home is wherever you are."

He tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your cheek.

" I…I don't know what to say…everything is so.." you bit your lip and looked deep into his eyes. " Beautiful."

Eddie hugged you and kissed your forehead. " Not as beautiful as you."

You guys held each other for a minute before Eddie said he forgot dessert.

" I'll be right back."

You nodded and watched him leave.

When Eddie got back he had a plate full of cupcakes.

"Angel?"

He set the plate on the counter and looked around for you. When he found you, you were in bed, holding the blanket to your chest.

" Angel? Are you-"

" I am."

He chuckled. " You don't want dessert first?"

" No…I want you."

He got undressed and climbed in with you. He was just about to kiss you when you stopped him.

" Eds, I want us to be together…I want to be your girlfriend again."

He gave you a sweet smile. " Are you ready now?"

" Since Italy."

Before he kissed you he caressed your cheek. " I love you y/n. And I promise that I always will. I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never forget it."

You held out your pinky. Eddie smiled and hooked it with his.

" I love you too, Eds. Always. "

…

Two years later you were walking with Eddie in a zoo. It was a cold winter so you guys were bundled up pretty good.

" Do you remember when we did that Rocky scene for Mrs Adler?"

You smiled. " Which one?"

" The second one."

" I do. It was one of the very first memories I have of wanting to kiss you."

Eddie grinned. " It was one of mine too. I wanted to kiss you so bad."

You laughed. " Should have."

" I was but then Mrs Adler stopped it."

" Yeah. She's such a butt." You giggled.

Eddie chuckled. " You have no idea."

You guys stopped at the tiger enclosure.

" I really like those movies."

" Rocky?" You asked.

" Yeah. They're so good. Had a lot of emotional scenes."

" Yeah they do."

" You uhhh you want to do one? Like old times."

You looked at him with raised brows. " Right now?"

Eddie nodded. " Yeah. Maybe we can do the one where they're in the zoo?"

" Well it is kinda perfect seeing that we're in a zoo."

Eddie turned his body towards you and grinned.

You cleared your throat and started.

(You as Adrien)

"What are we doin' here at the zoo?"

(Eddie as Rocky)

"Oh, ya know, I kinda like the zoo a lot, you know It's a special place, especially when it snows, ya know, it kinda smells clean and everything like that you know? Don't you like the zoo? Huh?"

(You)

"I like the zoo."

(Eddie)

"Yeah, me too….You know, I was wonderin', like...What do you think you're doin' for, like, the next, uh... 40 or 50 years?"

(You)

"What do you mean?"

(Eddie)

"Uhhhhhh…. I was wonderin' if, uh... you wouldn't mind marrying me very much?"

(You)

"What'd ya say?"

Eddie got closer and lifted your beanie a little.

(Eddie)

"If you wouldn't mind marryin' me too much."

Why does it feel like you're really asking me?

(You)

"Yes. I'd like to marry you."

(Eddie smiled)

"Yeah?"

(You)

"Yes."

Eddie stepped closer to you and grabbed your hand.

" Marry me Angel?"

Your eyes softened as you smiled.

" Yes, Eds. I'll marry you."

Eddie chuckled. " Yeah?"

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Yes."

Eddie kissed you to seal the deal. " I love you so much Angel. And I can't wait to start a family."

" Ahhh… not too soon I hope. Gotta finish school first."

" Well duh! And we have to finish moving into the house."

" Is that why we got a big one?"

Eddie kissed you again. " Our babies need the room."

" Babies? As in multiple?"

" Yeah baby. We're gonna fill a tour bus."

You giggled. " Is that right?"

" Absolutely! I can see it now." He put up his hand and gestured. " Corroded Coffin and The Munson's."

" I like the sound of that."

Eddie pulled you along to finish the visit.

" Finally gonna make it official."

" Make what official?" You asked

" Making you mine forever and ever."

You smiled up at him. " I was already yours forever."

" I know. But now the whole world will know. That an Angel officially took me off the market."

You laughed playfully pushing him.

Eddie smirked and finished the scene. This time with a Philly accent.

"I'll be a good guy, I promise. I ain't gonna do nothin' wrong. I ain't gonna leave no hair in the sink or nothin' like that, you know? Things are gonna be great, you know that? Hey, hey we're gettin' married, you know! You wanna come? If you can get out for the weekend, I'll send you an invitation Mr. Tiger. That's fantastic, ain't it?"

You shook your head. " You're too much Eds."

" Not too much I hope."

You grinned. " Never."

…

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[novelmonger]

For the ship ask, Ed & Winry, Aragorn & Arwen, and Steve & Sharon, please?

Ooh, nice variety! And I ship all of them ^_^

EdWin

What made you ship it?

You know, I actually can't remember when I first started shipping them? It just seemed so obvious they were meant to be, I guess XD Maybe it was in the Barry the Chopper episode in the first anime, when Ed goes to rescue Winry. But I love friends-to-lovers, so I would probably ship them even if it wasn't explicit in canon <3

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

I love how they're completely on the same wavelength in terms of "I will demonstrate how much I love you by yelling at you and beating you over the head" XD I love all those soft moments when they comfort and encourage each other, when they're there for each other. The way Winry doesn't have to pick up a gun and fight to support Ed and Al - and, in fact, she shouldn't! The way Ed looks to Winry as motivation to keep trying, to survive, to make sure he makes it back more or less in one piece. The promise about tears of joy, and the promise about apple pie. They're just so perfect for each other T^T

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Okay, I don't know if this is unpopular or not, but I have this little headcanon that Ed actually does settle down once he and Winry get married, despite how restless he usually is. Depending on what sort of job he gets after the main story, he might travel for work or research purposes or just to visit old friends, but he never stays away for very long. When it's just him and Winry, he might take her with him on his travels, and then after they have kids, maybe he takes them with him sometimes and sometimes leaves them at home. But the point is that, especially once he has his first child, he determines that he is going to make sure he's a constant presence in his children's lives, so they'll never have to experience what he and Al did.

Aragorn/Arwen

What made you ship it?

Mostly because it's canon. I don't have many strong opinions about the relationship, sorry.

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

There is a certain legendary quality to their relationship, hearkening back to the whole Beren and Luthien thing. I also really appreciate Aragorn's tenacity in pursuing Arwen, despite all the obstacles in their way, and how willing Arwen is to love him back, despite what it means for her mortality.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

The kissing scene in the TTT movie is completely unnecessary, too long, and should have been cut. Fight me. Is that an unpopular opinion? I don't know, but it's one I'll be taking to my grave!

Staron

What made you ship it?

I can't really remember what I first thought of them, but I think it was probably something like, "Aw, they're cute, lookit them :3" And then in CW, I was like, "Yessss, I like this! They work really well together!"

But you know what tipped me over the edge into a feral Staron shipper? I don't think it was the first time, but one of the other times I went to see CW in the theater (I went to see it every weekend it was showing ^^'), during the credits I was sitting there enjoying my thoughts and waiting for the credits scene, when I heard two girls sitting in front of me talking about the movie. When Emily Van Camp's name came up on the screen, one of the girls said, "Ugh, I hate her, she's so ugly and annoying." Right then and there, I said to myself, "Oh yeah? Well, just to spite you, I have just now decided that I love Sharon Carter to death! >:(" Which was only exacerbated when, later that week, I saw an article somewhere about the whole "give Cap a boyfriend" thing, that said Steve and Sharon had no chemistry. (insert baffled animated Legolas face here - um, are we even watching the same movie, person?! o.0) And the more I thought about Sharon, the more I realized how great she is and how perfect for Steve!

(Note: Powerbroker!Sharon is a Sharon from another timeline and is not relevant to this discussion XD)

2. What are your favorite things about the ship?

I love how simple and straightforward it is. There's not a ton of drama between them, it's just sweet and understated and cute. The kissing scene is so sweetly simple and beautifully done! (The exact opposite of the TTT AragornXArwen scene!) I love that little interaction in the hallway before Steve discovers who she is. I love their conversation after Peggy's funeral (especially the deleted scene!). I love the way Sharon keeps helping Steve and the others, even though it gets her into trouble. I love how, when Steve points this out, she just says simply, "I know."

Annnnd I have a ton of headcanons about how their relationship goes and stuff in Sharon's past, but that's fanfic territory ^^'

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Lol, I think shipping them at all is an unpopular opinion :P Maybe my unpopular opinion is that I do ship Steve with Peggy in the 1940s, but then I ship him with Sharon in the 21st century. Sharon is right for Steve right now because of the ways he's changed. I expect it's unpopular to acknowledge that people don't just have one perfect person for them, but rather a whole host of people they could have a successful relationship with if they commit to it. So yeah, Steve could have married Peggy and lived a full, happy life with her if things had gone differently...but that doesn't mean he can't also have a long, loving, beautiful relationship with Sharon now.

Ship Ask Game

[sixstepsaway]

had not yet seen that take about ed marooning the crew to keep them safe from izzy but i think that’s maybe the funniest bit of ed apologia i’ve ever read. like…they were fully going to throw izzy overboard. i think they would’ve been fine dealing with him both on their own, and with ed there. and if that had been the case would it not have made the most sense to just kill izzy? like what? people will tie themselves in knots to absolve ed of absolutely any wrongdoing whatsoever it’s so amusing. i wouldn’t even care if they were not attempting to pass this off as Super Serious Meta About The Pirate Show That Allows Them To Make Moral Judgements About Other Actually Real People When They Disagree About Fake Little Dudes but they are and thus i have a problem with it. i see people making these statements like they’re facts and it’s like, actually i think you just have a different opinion about this funny little man than i do. i think that’s all that’s going on here.

THIS IS SO FUNNY ANON I KNOW. i had forgotten (bleached my brain?) reading this and this ask just brought it all back in its full glory

It was all tied in with this idea that because Izzy threatened Ed, Ed's 'fear response' was to lash out at him. I can, to an extent, see that him becoming the Kraken was a fear response? But I don't think it was a response to being afraid of Izzy, I genuinely think it was a response to being afraid of being weak. Izzy does his tizzy and then Ed broods on it, he thinks about it for ages, he listens to the crew chanting his name (Eddie, rather than Ed or Edward or Blackbeard) and then decides to go full Kraken.

The big issues there for me was that they also said Ed killed his father in self-defense (wrong), and that he tried to kill seven people to protect them lmaooooooo. But if he could sneak into Izzy's room and snip off his toe, you are absolutely right that he could've just... killed him. He could've slit his throat, stabbed him in the chest, or smothered him with a pillow right there and Izzy would have had no defense.

i wouldn’t even care if they were not attempting to pass this off as Super Serious Meta About The Pirate Show That Allows Them To Make Moral Judgements About Other Actually Real People When They Disagree About Fake Little Dudes but they are and thus i have a problem with it.

same. Like, I do take issue to people who watch something like, for example (because I've been thinking about it today), The Witcher, and - despite the narrative consistently telling us that prejudice is wrong and that we shouldn't other people and very canonically and firmly informing the viewer that people made up the idea that witchers can't feel human emotion to justify their hate and that it is incorrect - coming away with the idea that Geralt feels no emotions (and also going off on racist tangents about casting Yennefer and Triss as anything other than pasty white people, but racists gonna racist huh?) but when it comes to things like opinions of characters, yeah. People can feel whatever they want and if it makes them happy to absolve characters of their bad deeds so they can just chill and enjoy their show? Fine.

But then, as you say, make moral judgements on real people and that just really pisses me off and makes me want to make strangling gestures up at the sky because whyyyyyyyyyyyy. It's not that deep!

i see people making these statements like they’re facts and it’s like, actually i think you just have a different opinion about this funny little man than i do. i think that’s all that’s going on here.

Yeah, exactly. I try and express as much as I can that I am extrapolating from canon rather than stating Facts From David Jenkins' Own Brain, but some people really whip out the "Izzy is a villain, that's a fact actually, so he deserves everything bad ever" and i just- hm.