#and my dad has like a buzzcut at this point so.

[todayisafridaynight]

gotta be tbh i chose the worst picture of daigo to put in my little locket cause he really looks too much like my dad and i cant look at it too long or im gonna suddenly feel inclined to drive to new york

[rafecameroninterlude]

Which season version of Rafe do you think each !Reader would be with or like the most?

i’m insanely happy you asked me this!! i’ve been wanting to do a little bit of an analysis to figure this out <333 before i answer though, i do just want to make a clarification: i never envision a specific version of s1, s2, or s3 rafe with any of my works unless it’s stated in the author’s note. so you can imagine any rafe with any of my !reader’s and works unless i say otherwise in the pairing! this is just for fun.

bambi!reader: opposites definitely attract in this equation. i feel like wired out s1 rafe is immediately enamored by bambi!reader because she’s so shy and just, well.. everything he’s not lol. while bambi!reader knows rafe needs to get better, she see’s past everything on the surface level and knows deep down that he just wants to make his dad proud.

pogue!sweetheart!reader: she needs someone who’s just as sweet to her, and i feel like s3 rafe who is actively trying to make an effort to handle business and actually finds love to not be considered a waste, would easily set his sights on her.

kook!sweetheart!reader: s3 rafe is the only candidate i see for this girl lol. since she still has a reputation to uphold, she wants someone who isn’t creating trouble everywhere, unlike s1 and s2 rafe.

farmer’s!daughter!reader: this is hard because i only write her with cowboy!rafe. but s3 rafe with his buzzcut would make the best sense to me lol.

latina!kook!reader: s3 rafe is the best option for her. i feel like s3 rafe is a lot more patient and open minded, so it goes hand in hand with learning her language and culture.

bitchy!kook!reader: she’s toxic, she’s mean, she’s hot, she matches s2 rafe’s freak just perfectly! they’re the couple that everyone thinks isn’t going to last, but in reality their equally as obsessed with each other and will go to ridiculous lengths to prove a point.

[munsonkitten]

cw: sexual discussions, gender dysphoria (trans Eddie Munson pov), virgin Eddie, mentions of period typical transphobia and homophobia

It comes as a bit of a surprise, when Steve comes out to Eddie as gay. Even more of a surprise when Steve follows it up with and I’m attracted to you. Eddie has to remind him, with clenched teeth, bracing for the impact of rejection, that he doesn’t have the parts Steve wants. 

“You think I care what’s in your pants, man? You’re hot, either way. I’m just saying, like, I’d fuck you,” Steve says, blowing smoke into the air in front of him. He’s sitting against the side of Eddie’s bed, hogging the joint Eddie rolled for them both. “I’m also, like, really fucking high. So forget I said all that.”

Eddie reaches over the edge of his bed and snatches the joint back before Steve can bring it to his mouth again. 

He takes a hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs while he ruminates on, well, all of that. 

“You sure you’re gay?” Eddie asks, settling on that question first. He winces as he says it, his own internal hangups taking hold of him. He knows he’s a man, there’s no doubt about that. He’s been validated to hell and back by Wayne, a bunch of older queers Wayne is friends with, and the one doctor in the state of Indiana that has shown him any kind of compassion. 

He just knows how other people are. How, despite him knowing who he is, a lot of people just see him for his cunt and his tits. Well, not like he has much of his tits left, not after the demobats performed a botched mastectomy on him and left him with one and a half breasts. The doctors that put him back together wouldn’t remove the rest. He knows that Steve could just be getting some wires crossed — yes, he could be attracted to Eddie, but Eddie has to ask if it’s really because he’s into men and sees Eddie as a man, or if… If it’s the alternative. 

“Pretty sure, man,” Steve answers. He tilts his head back over the edge of the bed and looks at Eddie, where he’s lying against his pillows. “Like, I don’t think about,” he waves vaguely at Eddie’s body, and Eddie knows he’s being careful, like he can’t just talk about him without overthinking each word. “I think about, like, how you pinned me to a wall with a bottle to my throat and I think about how you hotwired that RV. I was definitely into you during both of those things, and I had no idea about, you know.”

And that’s true. Eddie’s been hiding it pretty good since he moved to town. Buzzed his head in his bathroom the day his dad got arrested. Had a pretty good feeling his pops wasn’t coming back from this one before he even left. Usually he took Eddie along with him, but that final time he left him with a pile of change and a phone number and told him to call Wayne if he wasn’t back by the next afternoon.

Wayne took one look at him when he showed up, asked him about the buzzcut, asked him what name he was going by these days, and then took him to meet some friends. Didn’t even have time to meet any other kids before he started getting tips from an older trans man that Wayne met years back. Since then, Eddie kept his head down, his chest bound, and never uttered a sound until he got on testosterone and his voice started to deepen and crack along with all the other boys. 

“Okay, well now you do know, so,” Eddie points out. He shrugs, takes another hit and then passes the joint back down to Steve. “You’d really fuck me? Pussy and all?”

“I mean, I’ve got experience with it,” Steve says. “I just don’t like women, is all. You’re not a woman.”

Eddie doesn’t really get it. How Steve can go from Hawkins’ biggest lady killer to lounging on Eddie the freak Munson’s dingy bedroom floor saying he doesn’t like ladies at all. Steve Harrington, who, and it’s no secret, called Jonathan Byers a queer a few years ago and laughed when his slimy friends called other boys fags. Yet here he is, saying that Eddie’s a man. So much of a man that Steve says he’s gay and wants to fuck him in the same breath.

It doesn’t make any fucking sense. 

“What about you?” Steve asks. “Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Fuck me,” Steve clarifies. “Want to get fucked by me. I mean, hey if you’ve got a dick laying around, I’d let you put it in me, too. I don’t think I’m picky.”

Eddie sighs, dropping his head down to his pillow. This is where it gets tricky. Yeah, he’d have sex with Steve Harrington. Who wouldn’t? But as much experience as Steve has with pussy, Eddie’s a pussy with no experience. Other than a few drunken kisses in dark clubs eighty miles from home, he’s completely terrified of putting himself out there, and honestly for good reason too. 

Being gay in this town is hard enough, but if anyone finds out he’s trans, he’s fucking done for. It was scary enough realizing Steve knows, and he didn’t even have a choice in Steve finding out. Next time he tries to die, he’s gonna make sure he gets to a hospital instead of getting his clothes cut off on Steve’s parents’ bathroom floor. 

But yeah, Steve knows, and there’s no more risk of him finding out, and that’s pretty much the main reason Eddie hasn’t had sex with anyone, so. 

“Yeah, I guess,” he answers. 

“Cool,” Steve whispers. 

And that’s it. That’s all the conversation is. 

Steve crawls into Eddie’s bed and curls up beside him like they always do when he sleeps over, and he takes the joint from Eddie to take one last hit. He reaches over Eddie to put it in the ashtray and then lays back down.

“So, um,” Eddie says. Because he’s confused. He thought Steve was coming onto him. He thought this was a precursor for Steve coming in him. 

“What’s up?” Steve asks lazily, voice catching on a yawn. 

“Well, I’m glad we established all that, but, like… Are we not going to…?”

“What? Oh, no. I’m way too high,” Steve whispers, turning his face into Eddie’s shoulder. “Another time?”

Eddie laughs because he has no idea how his life became this. 

“Sure,” Eddie agrees. “Another time.”

Steve sits up, presses a loud, smacking kiss to Eddie’s temple, and then drops his head back down. He turns his face in toward Eddie’s neck, arm finding its place around Eddie’s waist. Eddie can’t see his face, but he thinks Steve’s pleased smile might just match his own. 

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[jo-harrington]

Become What You Were Meant To Be (Eddie Munson)

Word Count: 2.4k

Themes/Warnings: Modern!Eddie, Older!Eddie, set in the mid-2010s, fandom lingo, nerd lingo, Star Wars, typical childhood bullying, angst, minor FOI reference, some canon divergence, coming of age themes, probably poorly written and not edited at all

Note: Happy Birthday to one of the backbones of this fandom, who supports and encourages so many of us, whose endless friendship I am so grateful for. Someone who has absolute endless creativity but doesn't give herself enough credit and grace, who is secretly sitting in the background pulling the strings on some of the best stories I've read and I've written. My muse, my life, my world, my cheeseburger. @fracturedarkness

Thanks to @dr-aculaaa for the beta.

You can find my masterlist here.

Please do not interact if you are not 18+.

Enjoy!

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Eddie Munson was a nerd.

Point blank, end of story.

It was one of those badges he wore along with Freak and loser and...well, you get the gist of it. But it was a badge worn with pride. He owned his identity. Wasn't afraid to show everyone he came across who he was.

It hadn't always been that way.

There used to be a time when it felt like the worst thing in the world to be a nerd like that. The kids bullied him because he got overly excited talking about his favorite characters and favorite books that they found boring. They all teased him when he wrote stories about exciting heroes from fantastical worlds in English class, even though the teacher told him that his stories were ambitious and imaginative. And when he spent lunch doodling in his notebook instead of playing kickball or foursquare? Well, you get the point.

"You're so weird." They mocked him. "You're a freak. Draw normal things. Like normal things. Why can't you just be normal?"

It was cruel, in the way that children naively become perpetrators of cruelness. And it made Eddie sad.

Because what did that mean? He couldn't draw normal things, or like normal things, or do normal things. Then he wouldn't be himself anymore.

And that was the point where he decided normal was overrated. Why would he want to be normal when he could be...anything else.

He could pretend he was one of the Pevensies upon a throne at Cair Paravel. Or one of the Ghostbusters. Or a Jedi...

Of course, he couldn't actually be anything else; he was stuck being boring, old, nerdy Eddie Munson.

It wasn't until middle school--you know, middle school, when everyone decides to embrace who they are and become an individual--that he decided being Eddie Munson wasn't all that bad after all.

This epiphany definitely didn't happen after a Hot Topic opened up at StarCourt Mall. No sir. Not when one of the older kids that worked there, sporting armfuls of tattoos and a lip ring, told him the pen drawings on the toe caps of his sneakers were cool. Of course not. And not after he used the last bit of his birthday money to buy a cool band t-shirt and colored hair gel. Pssshhh...

So on the first day of 8th grade, he showed up rocking his dad's old leather jacket--the one that practically swallowed him--jeans that he ripped himself and a poor excuse for a mohawk, ready to accept the Freak label proudly.

He also accepted detention for breaking the dress code.

And a grounding from Wayne for cutting up a nice pair of jeans.

And a buzzcut because he'd done that poor of a job of cutting his hair for that mohawk.

But he'd gained a friend.

Several friends actually.

Ronnie Ecker and Doug Teague. They were both in the same grade as him, and shared many classes. And it might have been a little embarrassing, but a sixth grader named Jeff who told Eddie that he was his hero. That made Eddie feel like he was on top of the world!

They were friends that stayed with him all through high school, and when he repeated his senior year twice, even more joined the mix along the way.

Band kids and science fair nerds and...and...and...

He called them his sheepies, and he their shepherd clad in black band tees and ripped jeans.

And Eddie?

Eddie just got nerdier.

Got weirder.

Dug himself deeper into the pit of stark individualism that the close-minded town of Hawkins didn't know how to react to.

It was glorious.

He listened to music that made other kids cringe and turn away and neighbors complain about the noise; he liked it so much that he made his friends start a band with him. They played at every single school talent show until they graduated; they never won and sometimes people tried to plug their ears, but to Eddie and his friend, their sound and that stage was exactly what their hearts yearned for. To them, the auditorium might as well have been Madison Square Garden.

He started playing Dungeons and Dragons--started a club of his own design, Hellfire--when he found the guidebooks on a dusty shelf at the library. They were seemingly untouched since their initial publication in the 70s, but they were like a key that unlocked something inside of Eddie. Something that he seemed to have forgotten along the way of reclaiming the name "Freak."

Through DnD, the imaginary worlds that he left behind early in his adolescence opened their doors to him once again.

And his friends, his players, never made fun of him for knowing the ins and outs of the worlds of their fantasies. Worlds like Greyhawk and Faerûn.

Worlds like a certain galaxy far...far away...

---

Eddie's re-entrance into the world of Star Wars had been...an interesting one to say the least.

To Eddie, Star Wars meant the original trilogy. Cut, print, sign the check.

When he thought of Jedi, he thought of Luke Skywalker and Alec Guinness as Obi-Wan and a puppet Yoda. And of course he thought of the dreaded Darth Vader.

Yeah he had his books from the library, a whole extended universe with Mara Jade and Jacen and Jaina. But he'd missed out on the prequels growing up; from being a little too young to see them in theaters, to the whole fiasco of his mother's passing right before Revenge of the Sith had premiered.

As he got older, the need to see them just wasn't there, and hearing from friends and enemies alike that it wasn't anything to write home about was the nail in the coffin.

Until he met one Dustin Henderson.

It was the Jar Jar Binks t-shirt he wore on the first day of his freshman year that got Eddie's attention.

"What is that?" he flicked a finger against the graphic as he ran into Dustin and his friends in the lunch line. "Something from that new Star Trek movie?"

Cue a whole rant about the Gungans and the Separatists and an inter-galactic conflict that made Eddie happily fold Dustin and his band of nerds into the protection of the Hellfire Club.

Eddie still refused to watch the prequels, no matter how much Dustin begged.

"I like it when you guys talk about them," Eddie shrugged off the pleas. "Even better when you guys act out the whole fight between Anakin and Obi-Wan. I'd sell my left nut to relive seeing you and Lucas do that in Wheelers basement; it was the best day of my life Henderson, I swear to god. There's no way the movies could actually beat that."

He hasn’t expected that those little idiots would trick him into a movie marathon for Lucas's birthday.

Even Gareth was in on the whole plan. Traitor.

But it was the beginning of the end.

From the movies to the books to the cartoons, Eddie's love of Star Wars was rekindled. He even spent a short stint as a gamer playing The Old Republic on the old PC that was tucked into the corner of the trailer.

And when a new movie was announced, Eddie happily took his nerd-dom to the next level.

Yes, he was the one to suggest they all dress up for the midnight showing of The Force Awakens, but if anyone asked it was Mike.

He spent hours on a stupid Boba Fett costume. It was a different set of skills to the mini-figures he was used to crafting for DnD. He had to think on a different scale. Hot glue and spray paint and too much cardboard. Only to find real cosplayers used foam, not cardboard. His paychecks from Thatcher Tires went straight to the project, until he had something halfway decent for the premiere.

"What?" he laughed along with his friends when they joked about the hot glue spiderwebs that he'd been too lazy to clean up. "It's not like I'll have to do this again; we're not dressing up next time."

Or so he thought...

There was something so magical about sitting in a movie theater, in the middle of December, at midnight, surrounded by other people who decided to dress up for the occasion, and a few dozen plastic lightsabers all lit up.

To listen to the theme, to read the crawl on a big screen, to see the camera pan down into the vastness of stars...

This was what it was to be a nerd.

There was something extra special about finding a new favorite character. Something that touched something deep down inside of you when you saw something of yourself in them.

And Eddie had always been drawn to the villains. Whether in the media he consumed or the characters he created for DnD. He knew why; he wasn't totally oblivious. To be the hero of his own story, he often had to become a villain to someone else.

Besides, villains always had a little bit more fun.

So when Kylo Ren first made his way on screen, Eddie knew that he was done for.

The mask, the lightsaber, the Dark Side of the Force, the anger...how many times had he almost given in to the anger he felt at being mocked and teased. He'd overcome that time and again; what if he'd just given in?

There was also something about being Al Munson Han Solo's son.

Yeah. He could understand the anger there.

But then he was also Elizabeth Leia's son...the conflict.

It took Eddie a few days to get over the initial flurry of thoughts after seeing Force Awakens for the first time. That was when he realized he needed to see it again. And again. A matinee showing on Christmas Eve with Wayne, who he also treated to lunch. The last showing on a Thursday in January. Another outing with the guys, refusing to admit that he'd already seen it a few times between opening night and then.

Thankfully, this time, Mike was the mastermind behind their plans for the next movie as they waited for the previews to finish.

"So," Mike sat up straight. "I think I wanna get an early dibs on dressing up like Poe when Episode 8 comes out."

"I think I wanna try my hand at making an Admiral Ackbar costume," Dustin said with utter confidence, and then turned to Eddie. "What about you?"

It caught Eddie off-guard for a second; should he just say Kylo? Did they expect him to want to dress up as anyone else? Maybe they thought that he would want to be Poe, leader of their misfit group as he was.

"Eddie's obviously Kylo," Jeff piped up. Eddie's head immediately turned to him. "What? Don't think we didn't watch you drool over that lightsaber last time."

"And his ship?" Gareth cackled one seat over. "Fuck the Falcon. I swear, if you could turn the van into something that looked like that ship..."

"Oh my god, you're right!" Lucas cackled.

"Hey I think I could figure out a pretty convincing Snoke," Eddie argued, trying to deflect their teasing, but secretly pleased that he'd gotten exactly what he wanted.

And that his friends knew him so well.

---

For two years, Eddie worked on his costume.

Two. Years.

He was practically a different person by the time of the Last Jedi's opening night.

And yeah his motivation faltered, but he never quit.

It was strange, the need to perfect the costume. He’d almost given up many times. When there was a certain skill he wasn't good at or when he'd felt like it would never be finished. Every time, he felt like that silly kid who everyone just told to be normal. To like normal things.

He was growing up. He was a grown up! Shouldn’t he be passed all of this…silliness? Everyone else in the world seemed to think so, as they put away all the frivolities of childhood. Were they working round the clock and pricking their fingers on needles and burning themselves with hot glue?

Probably not.

Eddie found himself still stuck there, watching a world lose its joy and think that it was normal, and he always wondered if he should try to be normal too. For once in his life. The first time in his life.

But every time he thought about letting it all go, about putting his dream aside...something would come and drive him to keep going.

New promotional images, a new trailer. Especially the ones focused on Kylo himself.

"Let the past die," Kylo Ren grumbled in the voice over. "Kill it if you have to."

That became Eddie's driving force.

He owed it to himself to finish. He owed it to his younger self...not to let his dream die...to keep being weird and nerdy and happy.

"Let the past die," Eddie told himself as he stitched the hem of the tunic the week before opening night.

"Kill it if you have to," he said as he distressed the plastic helmet that he'd ordered, giving it the right amount of realism so it didn't just look like something so fake and commercial.

"Let the past die," his child self muttered, front teeth missing from the day Johnny B pushed him over on the playground because he was playing superheroes wrong. Eddie put a hand on his head and then stepped into his boots.

"Kill it if you have to," his preteen self urged him, self-assured, mohawk looking stupider than he realized way back when. Eddie flicked his ear good-naturedly before adjusting the cape on his shoulders.

There he stood--Eddie Munson, the young man, the freak, the nerd--in his bedroom before the mirror. He was adorned in pieces of foam and layers of fabric from the craft store, helmet tucked under his arm.

But in the mirror itself? There was Kylo Ren...there he was as Kylo Ren. In the hallway of a Star Destroyer, layered in armor and the shadows of the Dark Side itself, like he was ready for a battle with the Resistance.

Ready for the battle within himself.

But there was no battle, and the armor was actually Eddie's skin. This was his real self, his true self. All of his work came to fruition, all of the time and effort that he put into the craft. Not just two years working on a costume, but an entire lifetime poured into becoming an Eddie Munson who proudly wore the title nerd and freak and loser.

The destroyer melted away, and he was back in his bedroom once again. Surrounded by posters and books and drawings, by all of his crafts and his guitars and his endless clutter.

He smiled at himself, feeling lighter than he had in a long time.

Eddie Munson was a nerd, and as he lit the lightsaber and he was washed in a glow of crackling red light, he knew that this was who he was always meant to be.

[rafeysbby]

plsssss do like a noncon older rafe cameron x young reader. Basically rafe is the reader’s best friends’s dad and she has like a slight crush on him but rafe ends up coercing her or something. I was hoping for something dark but you can go a chill route whichever one you feel more comfortable writing ❤️❤️❤️❤️😊

a/n: thank you baby for this! i would say i had fun writing this but its 1am again and i think i was floating in and out of consciousness while writing this. rip my sleep schedule. (who am i kidding she was already dead)

word count :: 908

cw: 18+ only - mdni, smut, p in v sex, NONCON/DUBCON, age gap (19 years, both characters are of age), use of pet names, slapping, idk what else-

read at ur own risk!!

Knock knock.

Your head swivels around to face the door, the source of the knocks clear when you hear the low, gravelly voice. “Ariana, sweetheart? Can I come in?”

The door creaks open without permission, revealing none other than her father. Rafe Cameron…

Rafe is commonly known as the town's biggest dilf. And sure, he was attractive… he had these piercing blue eyes and a buzzcut that made you foam at the mouth, not to mention his big, bulky arms. And you just knew his dick was big. But no. no, no no- no, no. 

Snap out of it! He's your best friend's father.

God you knew how wrong it was, but you'd spent three years crushing those dirty thoughts inside of your little brain, how hard could it be going forward? Fucking hard. Just like you pictured him being when he fucks y- stop it girl, pull yourself together.

Okay, so it was harder than you thought.

Rafe steps inside the room, peering around and spotting your form curled on the bed. “Oh hey doll, didn’t realize you came in, how’ve y’been?”. You know immediately that he was talking to you and you snap back into reality, “oh i've been good. How about you Mr Cameron?”

“Im doing well doll.” he states, turning to the door to Ariana’s bathroom as it swings open, ari emerging, eyes locking with her dad’s. “Oh hey dad”.

You notice a weird sort of atmosphere as they look at each other for a second. Rafe turning to look at you only serving to worsen the tension in the room. You stare back at him, glancing down for a second but your brain registering it as an eternity. You notice his pants tighten slightly as he looks at you and it causes your thighs to clench subconsciously. You swallow as you notice his eyes still on you. And of course it doesn't go unnoticed by Ari. “what the f-” she mumbles, shaking her head while turning to her dresser to rummage through her make-up drawer, “will you quit eye-fucking her already? God… dad she's half your age!”.

Clearly that doesn't seem to matter to him, his smirk only widening at her comment, “it's only nineteen years, sweetheart” 

“Exactly my point, dad! She's literally only twenty-one!” Ariana retorts, finally turning around to face him, “just- get out, please? I don't want to have this conversation. Not now- not ever.”

And sure as hell, rafe leaves the room, leaving you and Ari in the room. 

“Hes such a fuckin’ perv, im so sorry-”

—

Later that night, you fall asleep on the floor of Ariana's room, pretty comfy in the pile of pillows that are sprawled across the floor beneath you. Both you and Ari are in deep sleep when rafe sneaks into the room, quietly tiptoeing over to where you lay asleep.

“Mm hello pretty girl” he whispers, gently, scooping you up with his big, strong arms, “you're coming with me, doll” you stir slightly as he takes you out of the room, and into his.

“M-mr Cameron?” you mumble as your eyes blink open slightly. “Shh dont panic doll, you're coming with me to have some fun, kay?”

You know, almost immediately, that you have no choice in the matter. You didnt exactly mind, hes hot, as fuck. But he's your best friend's dad- whatever, it's gonna happen and you're gonna enjoy it, you knew that much.

As soon as he shuts the door behind you two, he's immediately throwing you head first onto the bed. He wastes no time in sliding your shorts off your legs, groping and slapping the flesh of your ass. God he was addicted already and he hasn't even seen your pretty little pussy yet. He continues his attack on your now red, stinging ass as you reach back to pull his hands away.

“Such a good girl, already putting your hands where i want them…” he grabs a hold of your wrists, pinning them to your lower back. 

Seconds later, he's pulling down his pants along with his boxers, revealing his already hardened cock. You let out a small yelp as you feel him rub his tip over your clothed clit. “So wet for me already babydoll” 

You physically cannot form words, let alone sentences as you lay there motionless. You wiggle your hips a little, trying to get at least a little friction.

He pulls back slightly but instead of stopping entirely to punish you, you hear him spit, lubricating himself. A few moments later, he aligns his tip with your pussy as he slides your panties to the side. With one swift motion, he’s balls deep in your tight little cunt, stopping to let you adjust to his size.

You were right, his dick was big. 

As you start to move your hips in desperation for movement, Rafe takes his cue and starts to slam in and out of your tight hole, needy, almost pornographic moans leaving your lips with each sweet sound of skin on skin. His brutal attacks on your cervix had you creaming all over his cock in a matter of minutes.

“Thats my good girl-” he sends a tingle through your body as he smacks your ass, “you fuckin’ peep a word to Ariana and i swear to god. Alright?”

You nod frantically, confirming that you were his little secret. His, and only his.

“Thats it babydoll, you did so good f’me”

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[imawkwardlysoc]

"only bought this dress so you could take it off"

Song: Dress by Taylor Swift

Pairing: bob floyd x reader (afab)

Warning(s): Allusions to smut (not written) & Aftercare

Word Count: 1,913

Summary: Y/N had just moved to Miramar and was invited to the Navy Ball in San Diego by her roommate. Soon when the both of them arrived, Y/N was met with a face she hasn't seen in a long time.

Backing away from the full length mirror, I admired the dress I picked out a few days ago. The muted gold beaded dress hugged my waist in all the right ways. With it being off the shoulder and a sweetheart neckline, it showed the right amount of chest without it being too scandalous.

“Wow, you look amazing.” I looked over to see my roommate, Natasha, entering my room.

“Are you sure? I mean is this appropriate for a naval ball?” I turned to face her.

“Yes, all heads will turn to you when you enter the ballroom,” she reassured me. “Who knows? Maybe a navy man will approach you and you end up going on a date with him, but if it’s Hangman, straight up reject him.”

I laughed at what she said. “Nat, I just moved here two weeks ago, I’m not looking for a relationship yet.”

Ever since I moved to San Diego two weeks ago, I’ve been more focused on my teaching job. I work at the local high school near a navy base as a science teacher. I was hired when the school year already started so I've been catching my students up since the substitute teacher they had barely got them learning.

“Well, the Lyft is almost here, you should finish getting ready,” she told me before leaving my room.

Slipping on a pair of gold heels, I grabbed my clutch and double checked the inside to see if I had all of the things I needed. Closing it, I walked out of my room and walked out of the house with Natasha after she locked the front door. Getting into the car, our driver started to drive us to the US Grant hotel.

“Hey, everything is going to be fine,” Natasha squeezed my hand. “All of the Dagger Squad is going to love you.”

We soon pulled up to the hotel and saw a bunch of naval higher ups in their uniforms with their plus ones. I’m pretty sure that I also saw some politicians entering the hotel. Natasha and I soon walked in and headed to the ballroom entrance where we showed our identifications along with invites.

When we walked in, I started to feel overwhelmed. Many members of the Navy and their plus ones filled the room while a live band played music.

“Oh, I see them!” Natasha started to drag me to where her friends were. “Guys, meet Y/N.”

I was soon met with two dark skinned men, one with a buzzcut, another one with a somewhat porno mustache, and one who looked like a real life Ken doll. She soon started to introduce me to them with their actual names and call signs. More of the members came and I was introduced to them along with her captain and his husband.

“Guess who finally showed up,” Jake announced. “How long does it take to get a soda?”

“Y/N, meet-” I looked over to see who came and I froze.

“Robbie?” His name fell out of my mouth.

“Y/N? Is that you?” He asked.

“Oh my god, it’s been so long.” I walked up and hugged him.

“It has.” He returned my hug.

“Wait, is this the Robbie you told me about?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded my head.

“Are we missing something here?” Mickey asked.

“Yeah, did you and Baby on Board used to have a thing or?” Jake asked.

“Baby on Board?” A confused look formed on my face when I heard the name he gave Robbie.

“No, we used to be childhood friends back in North Carolina,” Robbie explained.

“Yeah we’ve lived in the same neighborhood until I had to move to Arizona because my dad got a new job,” I nodded and pointed to Natasha. “That’s where I met Natasha.”

“And we’ve been inseparable until we had to leave for college.” Nat wrapped her arm around my shoulders. “It took me some convincing to get her to move down here.”

“Well, I had to finish both of my masters,” I told her.

“Two masters?” Admiral Kazansky raised his eyebrow.

“Yes, one in mechanical engineering and one in physics, but I also have a teaching credential for physics.” I smiled proudly.

“Do you mind if we continue this conversation while I get myself another drink?” The admiral asked me.

“I don’t mind at all Admiral,” I answered while linking arms with him.

While on our walk to the bar, he started asking me questions about my studies and why I double majored. I also talked about my time studying my undergrad at Cal Poly and getting my masters/teaching credential at the University of San Francisco. 

Throughout our conversation, I glanced at the other side of the room to see Robbie talking to some of his squadron members. We would send each other a smile if we made eye contact with each other.

Soon a familiar tune filled my ears and the room. Placing my drink down on the bar, I faced the admiral.

“Excuse me sir, but I have to do something,” I excused sir.

“It’s no problem, also call me Tom.” He smiled and I nodded my head.

Hurrying myself to the other side of the room, I made my way to where Robbie was. When I saw him leaning against the wall as he listened to his friends, a smile came onto our faces as lyrics started to echo through the room. Handing his drink to Ruben, I grabbed his arm and dragged him to the dance floor as Come On Eileen played. (A/N I just imagine the dance scene in Perks of Being a Wallflower) We started to do the dance routine that we created when we were kids whenever this song played through the stereo. We continued to dance to the song and sang out the lyrics.

“Wow, it’s been a while since we last did that,” I caught my breath after he dipped me and we moved to a slow dancing position.

“I’m surprised that we still remember it,” he chuckled.

“After the amount of times we perform this dance in front of our families, I would be surprised if we don't remember the moves,” I looked up at him.

He still had the same face from what I remembered as a little kid, but it was more defined. He was still the shy and reserved kid that I knew of as I grew up.

“Hey, wanna head out?” He whispered in my ear which sent chills down my spine.

“Sure,” I agreed.

He led me off the dance floor and went to his squad.

“It’s been great meeting you all. I hope we get to see each other again,” I told everyone.

They all said their goodbyes and Robbie and I left the hotel ballroom. As Robbie and I waited for the valet to bring his wrangler around, I felt him put his coat over my shoulders and wrapped his arm around them. Leaning against him, I looked up at him and gave a smile. Soon the wrangler was pulled up and he helped me into the car. Getting into the driver’s seat, he closed the door and untied the tie he was wearing.

During the drive to Natasha and I’s house, we were sharing stories and memories from our childhood. He also explained the reason why Jake called him Baby on Board sometimes. I laughed at the stories that he had with his crew. I guess he’s glad that he’s permanently stationed here with his crew.

Pulling up in front of the house, he got out of the driver’s seat and helped me out of the car. Walking me up to the door, we stood there for a moment, waiting to see what happens next.

“Thanks for taking me home,” I thanked him.

“No problem, it’s nice seeing you again,” he smiled. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Thank you,” I looked down at the ground and blushed.

I soon felt his fingers touch my chin and moved my head to face him. Don’t know the reason why but I started to feel my heart begin to race as my stomach fluttered. Leaning my head in as his did, our lips touched and moved. It continued for a few more seconds as it got more passionate until we detached, looking at each other with a blush on our faces.

“Did that just?” I asked.

“Yeah, it did,” he nodded his head.

“Well, I should head in now,” I told him and grabbed my house key from my clutch.

Unlocking it, I pushed open the door and walked into the house without closing the door. I tossed my clutch on the kitchen island and started my walk down the hallway to my room. Hearing the sound of Robbie’s footsteps entering the house, I looked over my shoulder a little and gave him a wink. Entering my room, I took off my heels and started to unzip the back of my dress.

“Need help with that?” I heard Robbie’s voice enter my room.

“Please,” I answered despite me not needing any help.

Chills were sent throughout my body as I felt his breath hit my neck as he slowly unzipped my dress. I bit the inside of my lip as he started to place kisses down my neck. With my dress off, leaving me in my undergarments, I turned and started to kiss him as he led me to my bed.

*Aftercare*

Tangled up in my bed sheets, Robbie laid flat on his back while I laid my head on his chest. One of his arms wrapped around my waist while the other drew circles on my thigh.

“Imagine if we told younger us that we’ll be in this situation,” I chuckled, looking up at him.

“I feel they would be grossed out,” he let out a laugh. “I miss this, I miss us hanging out with each other.”

“Me too,” I agreed. “It sucked that we weren’t able to keep in contact with each other.”

He nodded his head and hummed in agreement. “But hey, we got to see each other again even though it took over ten years.”

“True,” I laughed.

“I know I already said that you look beautiful but that dress on you is amazing,” he complimented me.

“Well, I should buy that dress in other colors if it makes you do this,” I smirked as I gestured to us in bed.

“Nah, anything you wear can make me feel like this,” he placed a kiss on my lips.

“This isn’t going to affect our friendship right?” I asked him.

“I already lost you once, not losing you again,” he said while pulling me closer to him.

I smiled and laid my head on his chest letting out a yawn. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.

*The Morning After*

Opening my eyes, I looked over to see Robbie still sleeping. Smiling to myself and last night’s events, I quietly got out of bed and threw on his dress shirt. Walking out of my room, I walked down the hall to the kitchen to see Natasha standing there with a cup of coffee and a smirk on her face.

“So, my backseater huh?” She asked.

“Shush,” I blushed a little while pouring myself a cup of coffee.

“Hey, just saying he’s a really good guy but you already know that,” she told me.

Soon we heard footsteps revealing Robbie in his boxers and hair disheveled.

“Yeah, he really is.”

[resident-gay-bitch]

"that's not how you do it." steve said, his tone a little bitchy as he looked at the curly haired boy sitting on the floor in the doctors waiting room across from him.

"what do you mean that's not how you do it?" the boy said with a shriek, holding the ken and gi joe dolls in his hands out aggressively, "they're dolls! they have no rules, idiot."

"don't call me that, i'm not an idiot. i'll tell my mum on you." steve poked his tongue out.

"dibber dobber." the boy poked his tongue right back out, "plus, i don't think you know much about playing with toys because you're stacking jenga wrong."

"i'm building a house with it." steve said simply, stacking another block onto it.

"it's a shit house." the boy said, going back to his dolls.

steve gasped, "you can't say that!"

"my dad says it all the time." he shrugged, "you know, if you can build a really bad jenga house, then i think i can play with the dolls however i want."

"no." steve said, "plus, it's not a bad house!"

"it has no structural inter-egg-raty."

steve scrunched up his nose, "i don't think that's how you say that word."

"i don't care." the boy said, swinging his ken doll out to knock over steves house.

"hey!" steve gasped, and then covered his mouth to cough, "that was so mean."

"just wanted to prove my point." the boy said, "plus, if you think i'm playing dolls so wrong, then you should teach me how to do them right."

steve rolled his eyes and huffed, "fine." he crawled over to the curly haired boy, who was grinning very widely.

"so, are you joe or ken?" the boy said, holding up the dolls.

"neither." steve scoffed, "if you want to make your dolls kiss, it has to be a boy and a girl."

"nuh ahhhh." the boy shook his head out.

"yes." steve huffed, and grabbed a mangled barbie doll out of the toy box to play with, "look... barbie and ken go together. ken and gi joe aren't even close!"

"they're secret boyfriends." the boy shrugged.

"two boys can't kiss." steve glared at him, like he was dumb, and he was.

"yes they can." the boy shrugged.

"no." steve shook his head, "my dad says it's super bad and evil and will make you really sick... is that why you're here?"

the boy laughed brightly, "oh my goodness..." he wiped a tear from his eye, "are you joking me?"

steve shook his head, "no. of course not, stupid."

the boy calmed his laugh a little and smiled, "boys totally can kiss! it isn't bad or evil and it won't make you sick, i promise!" he held out the ken doll to steve, "i haven't kissed anyone... i'm only nine, you know? and i'm here because my mum is sick. why are you here?"

"i haven't kissed anyone either. i'm eight! and... i have a cough." steve shrugged, and then coughed, "mum said it has to go away before my dads work function tomorrow night, because i have to meet his work friends."

"boring." the boy blew a raspberry.

"i really don't think boys can kiss."

"boy's can kiss, just... stupid people just think its bad for some dumb reason."

"hmm." steve shrugged and held the ken doll up, "it looks stupid."

"all kissing looks stupid." the silly boy said, deadpan, "just... i think adults like it because it... is like a super hug or something."

"oh." steve shrugged, "a super hug?"

"yeah..." he said, "it's like... you kiss your family on the cheeks because it's super hugs because you love them."

"right." steve nodded.

"and then... when you think someone is pretty, you kiss them on the mouth because... they're pretty."

"so, why would ken want to kiss gi joe?" steve asked, fiddling with the dolls, "i get why joe wants to kiss ken... but..."

"don't be fooled by his buzzcut." the boy grinned and pulled up the doll's shirt to reveal plastic abs, "i think ken likes muscly men."

"okay." steve shrugged and held up his doll to play, "so... how do we make boys kiss?"

"the same as we make girls kiss." the boy shrugged and cleared his throat, putting on a manly voice as he pretended to be the doll, "oh, hello ken... you look very pretty today. blue is really your colour!"

steve shrugged and put on a ken voice, "thanks gi joe. you look super muscly! can i kiss you?"

"of course, handsome!" the boy giggled and moved his doll in to kiss steves, they made them make out for a while, with lots of kissing noises, "oh, this is the best kiss i've ever had!"

"can two boys be in love too?" steve asked, and the boy nodded with a bright smile, then steve turned the voice on again, "i think i love you joe!"

"oh my goodness!" the boy grinned, "i think i love you too! you are the prettiest boy i've ever seen."

steve giggled and made his doll kiss attack the boys, and then they were both giggling and smushing their dolls together.

once the laughter died down, they just kind of looked at each other for a moment, and steve decided to speak first, "i didn't know boys could kiss."

the boy shrugged, "don't tell your dad about it. he'll probably get mad... it can be our secret."

"okay." steve smiled, a slight blush in his cheeks, "i'm steve, by the way."

"oh... i'm eddie." eddie smiled brightly and held out his hand for steve to shake.

"you have really crazy hair, eddie." steve said.

"i know." he said with a frown, "dad says i have to cut it."

"don't... it's so cool!" steve promised.

eddie seemed to blush at that, "thanks..." he shrugged, "i think you're the prettiest boy i've ever seen, you know?"

steve blushed a lot at that, "do you think?"

eddie nodded, "yeah."

"oh." steve swallowed, he thought this boy was very pretty too, and even though he knocked over steves jenga house, he really liked him, "would you like to kiss me?"

eddie blushed even brighter, "i think so..."

steve swallowed, "i have a cough."

eddie frowned, "i don't mind... if you would like to."

steve smiled, because he would like to, "are you sure?"

eddie nodded.

"okay." steve shuffled a little closer to eddie on his knees, and the curly haired boy turned completely red, "i don't know how to kiss someone."

"me either." eddie said, "i think we just... put our mouths together."

"that sounds right." steve shrugged and started to move forward.

"steven!" his mothers voice rang from the waiting room, "steven, where are you? the doctor is ready to see you."

steve looked around the toy corner to see his mother walking into the doorway, and steve huffed, "i have to go."

"oh... okay." eddie swallowed.

steve smiled, "can i play with you at school?"

eddie frowned, "i don't go to school here. me and mum are just visiting my uncle."

"oh." steve sighed, "will you ever be back?"

"probably." eddie shrugged.

steve smiled, "okay."

"come on, steven. you don't want to keep him waiting." his mother tapped her foot.

"coming." steve said, looking back at her with a smile.

she turned and grabbed her things.

"well..." steve shrugged, "if i see you ever again, then i owe you your first kiss."

"okay." eddie squeaked, still red as a tomato as steve hopped up and ran for his mother, "bye, steve!"

"bye, eddie!" steve shouted, "hope to see you soon!"

★ ☆ ★

Part 2 hereee

[zealfruity]

I can’t really draw rn so I’m going to inform you guys on a goofy headcanon me and the two people I’ve been making watch clone wars alongside my (insert number here)th rewatch.

One of the big questions I’ve had is “does Rex dye his hair or his he a natural blonde?” Now the natural blonde Rex hc is good because it gives him backstory dimensions BUT if he’s a bottle blonde than that completely changes how I view him as a person.

The second option is funnier. Which means half the time I’ll go with that.

Because it means that Captain Rex bleaches his hair. And keeps it shaved. Gay as hell (compliment). Half the lgbt I know have done it multiple times and that’s what I associate it with, Rex is one of us fr.

The point of this ramble is this collection of bits that I’ve incorporated into my comedy-related clone worldview:

- He makes the bleach himself because he has no money and isn’t the type to ask anyone for money or bleach

- He went bald multiple times from making it. It’s why in that one clone wars comic he’s bald, it’s not a continuity error guys

- Any 501st clone who went bald within the first few months of the war was because rex was sneaking through the vents and into barracks to test it out on their heads. It eventually caught on as a fashionable thing

- He's a fashion icon for all clones every clone thinks he has the best look, but they can never replicate it. He wears it too well. You can’t steal another clone’s look anyway. It’s like the Ken rule.

- Part of the reason why he and Ahsoka became close aside from like fighting war everyday and Rex having the adoption gene that all fett clones have, is because they exchange beauty tips

- He ends up giving her makeup tips when the topic comes up because he has Opinions and has done his research. It’s why she has such good eyelashes. She took his ramblings to heart.

- He himself doesn’t wear makeup because it irritates his skin

- And he is in fact a skin care king, although he doesn’t get to do it often. He has all the theory though

- They do eachother’s nails. Rex is very good at detail work like this. Ahsoka HAS scratched people with neon sparkly painted claws.

Verdict:

There are two different ways to interpret rex on like the fashion/outfit side if things:

Dad with no fashion skills. Middle aged straight man type of fits. I’m talking most sensible blue button up you’ve ever seen and at least five pockets on his pants/shorts

Or

The type of funk you’d expect from varyign fashion sub cultures that involve a lot of bleached buzzcuts and painted nails.

[loki-zen]

re: hair loss, at what point as a man should you just shave it? I have/had long wavy Matthew McConaugh-hair, and I’m decently emotionally invested in the compliments I used to get. Outside of wanting to look good to women I don’t super care though, that and that my dad always wanted to grow his hair long but it didn’t work out for him, so I’m kinda doing it for both of us.

anyway, I’m on the road to approaching the “woody harrelson at the beginning of Natural Born Killers” hairline, and it’s a struggle. Been on finasteride for like 8 months, and I’m pretty sure it’s making me depressed, plus it does weird stuff to your cum, which is both gross and frightening in its implications. I had good results with rogaine, should probably start that again, regardless of what I do.

At what point does a man become sexier with the buzz cut a la Jason Statham, every Russian guy, etc?

it’s also frustrating because there’s so many memes out there about “creepy balding guys”, like it’s just this shorthand for being a coomer or a serial sexual harasser or what have you. I could live with “ugly balding guys”, there have been times in my life when I was hot and times I was ugly, I’m able to cope with that. But creepy just really sucks. I had a lot of female friends in college, and some women I’m very close to were victims of sexual violence, and so I’m probably hyper-sensitive and afraid of being perceived as predatory in any way. It’s good that I’m aware of the problems, but sometimes I wish I was more ignorant, it’d make it a lot less scary to strike up conversations with new people if I wasn’t crushingly aware of how often women are uncomfortable with men they’ve never met.

(I’m not morlock-Holmes, but I think we have some of the same dating issues)

So first off, it is obviously wrong and bigoted to make assumptions about someone's behaviour or intentions based on what they look like unless we're talking about something very specific and intentional like 'they have nazi tattoos'. If it helps any (I'm not sure it does) I don't think that these people necessarily see a balding guy and think that's a sexual predator so much as they are doing that very schoolyard thing of "we don't like this kind of people (sexual predators) and so we're going to stereotype them as being something we think is unattractive" (you see similar things with fatness and 'neckbeards').

If it is the women you actually know who say these sorts of things (that wasn't clear), it literally might not occur to them that they're making you feel this way because it's just a general-purpose insult to them that's become detached from the actual notion of a person they might know and like who happens to be male and balding.

This sort of talk is actually, if anything, dangerous to potential victims of sexual violence, because the idea that you can somehow spot Creepy Guys and they definitely look different to anyone else will tend to help conventionally attractive guys get away with it!

I don't think there are any hard and fast rules about the hair thing. Lots of guys do look cute with a buzzcut, and it is common (but not universal) in the dominant Anglosphere culture for people to find this more attractive than even very nice hair when that hair has visible male-pattern balding going on. I confess I do have this reaction myself sometimes, but I also find that the more I get to know people the more I see the nicer hair and the less I see the "but it's balding" part, but there are levels that will always look a bit odd to me (eg the shakespeare cut). Which, yknow, isn't actually a reason why people should change their hair, though I imagine you're asking because being attractive to other people is important to you.

Your female irl friends are perhaps best-placed to approximate the sort of views that predominate among the sort of women you're likely to be trying to date, and there are now decent AI tools to give you an idea of what you might look with different hairstyles - maybe try one out, see what you think and ask their advice.

Oh, also, in my personal opinion if your hair is fairly voluminous and past shoulder length you can get away with a receding hairline a lot longer - same with certain careful short but long on top looks, although they can be more fiddly.

[strangerquinns]

My Fantasy

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

based off this request // fluff // classic friends to lovers

The first time you met Eddie Munson it was a sunny day on the first day of fifth grade. All the other kids were running around screaming loudly as they played on the playground. But you sat alone on a bench wearing your new sundress and your hair pulled into pigtails your mom placed in, in the morning.

It was hard being the new kid, and even worse being a new kid in a small town. Every one of your classmates has known each other since preschool and you were coming in randomly years later.

But just as the end of the recess period ended, a boy you recognized from your class walked over to you. He had a buzzcut and wore head-to-toe black with a graphic design on his shirt. You recognized the artwork from one of your dad's cassettes on his shelf. Even with his all-black attire, the boy wore a large smile across his face that showed off dimples on each of his cheeks. His doe eyes were so warm and welcoming as he looked down at you.

"Do you wanna come and play with my friends and me?" He asked, pointing his thumb over his shoulder toward a small group of other boys. Your eyes moved from the group back to the boy in front of you, and quickly he noticed the hesitance and nerves in your eyes. "We're not scary...p-promise. Just...hate seeing you here all by yourself."

You gnawed on your lower lip slightly and fiddled and fidgeted with your fingers.

"I was the new kid last year, so I know what it's like..." He shrugged his shoulders.

"You were?" You asked.

Eddie quickly noted how soft your voice was, it made his lips turn up in a smile a little more.

"Yeah," Eddie perked up slightly, "So...wanna come to join?"

You only hesitated for a second more before nodding your head and jumping off the bench, following behind Eddie as he led you toward his friends.

This was the start of your friendship with Eddie.

Through the years the two of you stuck by each other's side. It broke your heart how the town quickly turned its back on him. To you, Eddie was the one you could count on the most no matter what. He was always there for you. You knew that if anyone took the time out to get to know Eddie, they'd see he was a kind soul with a big heart.

But they couldn't see past the long hair once he started growing it out in high school. Along with the dark clothes, jewelry, and metal music he loved to blast - he had been marked an outcast.

But to you, he was your best friend.

Even when you joined the cheerleading team and became more "popular" during your sophomore year.

Didn't change the friendship you had with Eddie. No matter how much some of the others on the squad, or the jocks, would give you shit for it. You lost count of the number of times you screamed at them to leave Eddie alone. You never hesitated to defend your best friend.

Even if Eddie tried to stop you.

"They're gonna turn on you one day, sweetheart," Eddie spoke as you cleaned up his face, wiping away the blood from his split lip.

"If you think I give a shit what Jason thinks of me, then you don't really know me, Eds." You shook your head, "I don't understand why he is like this. Or why you don't fight back more."

"It's hard when it's four against one," Eddie frowned, grimacing as he reopened the cut on his lip.

"I'm sorry," You whispered looking down at him with saddened eyes"

"Should just drop me..." He grumbled after a long pause between the two of you. Eddie kept his eyes down as he spoke, too afraid to look at you as he spoke. "I mean, you graduated two years ago, and you're still in this town after swearing to leave after high school. You could be doing so much better than hanging around me."

It broke your heart to hear Eddie talk like this because this wasn't the first time he tried to convince you to leave him behind.

"Stop it, I'm not going anywhere," You frowned "Stop suggesting that."

"You know I'm right," Eddie finally looked up at you, tears swimming around the dark eyes that you loved so much. "Fuck, I'm a fucking waste. Everyone in this town is right."

"Now you listen to me right fucking now, Edward Munson." Eddie's eyes widened at the sound of his full name on your lips. You grabbed his face so that he couldn't look away from you. "You are not a waste. You are the most important person to me and I don't ever wanna hear you talk about yourself like that. You are worth so much more than you give yourself credit for. So you didn't graduate on time. Who gives a fuck? Not me! Not Wayne! and defiantly not your other friends."

The next three words on your lips stayed there as you hesitated. Seeing him looking up at you with such a vulnerable gaze made your heart squeeze for a moment. Eddie never let anyone see this side of him, no one outside of you and Wayne.

But you didn't tell him that you loved him. Not yet. Not at that moment.

Instead, that moment would come three years later.

Eddie finally graduated and moved out of Wayne's trailer. Instead, he lived in an apartment right outside of Hawkins with Steve Harrington. Which shocked you at first that the two of them were friends, but once you hung out with Steve - you quickly understood why. Eddie was working at a garage in town, and Wayne gave him the connection. While you worked at a bookstore in the next town over.

You two were adults and making it out in the world, as best as you could anyways.

There were moments when life started to weigh a little too heavily on your shoulders. This week was one of those moments. Work was hard and felt suffocating at times. This month you were working extra house to help pay for the college classes you were taking at night. But with work and your schooling you were drowning.

The moment you left work, the first thing you did was stop at a store and grab a few cases of beer knowing all you needed was your best friend. You didn't have work or classes the next day so all you wanted was to unwind.

Of course, you called ahead to Eddie before heading over.

"Fuck yea, sweetheart, been missing your face!" Eddie spoke happily on the other end of the phone line. "I won't be out of work till 8, but head on over and wait for me. Steve should be home by then."

On the way to his apartment complex, a hard rainfall pelted against our car, making it hard to see as you drove through the dark streets. You pulled up and parked as close as you could to their front door, but even then, you were drenched by the cold rain. You rushed up to the door, case of beer in hand, as your fist smacked against the aged wooden door. It only took only a few moments for Steve to open the door for you, but even in those seconds, you felt like you were soaked down to the bone.

"Oh, shit, come in! Come in," Steve hurriedly spoke, opening the door wider to usher you into the apartment.

"Thank you," You shivered with a heavy sigh, "It's fucking pouring out there."

You handed the case to Steve before quickly shrugging out of your lightweight jacket. Large water droplets drip from your hair, and down your skin, making your t-shirt cling to your frame.

"Eddie should be home any moment if you wanna jump into the shower...warm up and stuff? I can throw your clothes into the dryer." Steve suggested, walking to the counter that sat in the wall divided between the living room and kitchen. "Drop your clothes outside the door and I've got you."

"Thanks,"

Even in the warm, small apartment, your body began to shake with violent shivers from the cold water that covered your skin. The moment you stepped into the bathroom you quickly stripped out of your clothes and dropped them outside the door like Steve instructed. The warm water felt good against your skin as you let it pelt against your skin. You weren't in there for long, stepping out quickly and wrapping a warm towel around your body.

When you stepped into the hallway, your clothes were gone and you could hear the slight hum of the dryer that was tucked away in a hall closet. Further down the hallway, you heard a television show playing. You shuffled along the brown shag carpet into Eddie's bedroom to find something to wear as your clothes dry.

As you searched through his dresser you found an old pair of sweatpants and quickly slipped those on.

But you were slightly distracted and lost in your thoughts to hear the door open. It wasn't till a curse fell from a pair of familiar lips that you snapped back to the present.

You stood quickly, nearly forgetting you were topless, as Eddie stood wide-eyed in the doorway of his bedroom. The door was closed behind him as the both of you stood there. But as his large doe eyes traveled down your body, did you realize, you were completely topless.

"Oh my god!" You screamed and moved to cover your chest.

The sound of your scream snapped Eddie out of his trance, before moving to turn around quickly.

"I'm sorry, fuck...I-I didn't know you were in here," Eddie spoke, hearing you scramble around in his drawers behind him

"Steve didn't tell you I was here?"

"He's passed out on the couch, I...I'm sorry, sweetheart...I-I didn't mean."

Eddie felt like he was a blubbering mess, unable to form a cohesive thought since the image of your tits was still tattooed on his mind. He closed his eyes tightly and internally groaned as he felt his cock twitch slightly in his pants.

Eddie lost count of the nights he laid in his bed thinking of you with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it and imagining it was your mouth, your hands, or his favorite - your pussy.

He'd been in love with you since nearly the moment he'd met you, not fully understanding his feelings till high school. Eddie was always too afraid to say anything about it. Too afraid to lose your friendship. You were too important for him to lose over something like his feelings.

"I-I'm decent," You stuttered, rubbing your hand over your face.

Eddie turned around and groaned internally as he saw the shirt you had grabbed from his dresser. His old Hellfire tshirt.

Seeing you in that shirt, nipples hard beneath the white fabric, was his fantasy.

"i"m so fucking sorry, sweetheart," Eddie sighed heavily

"Eddie it's fine. Honest mistake." You spoke with a small smile.

"Y-yeah," Eddie nodded his head, dropping his bag down beside his bed, before moving to take off his shoes.

You moved to sit on the edge of his bed, watching as he moved about his room. His work pants hung low on his hips, sans work shirt, and only a white tank with grease marks across his chest. Your eyes traveled along his arms and broad chest seeing the ink that decorated his skin. You felt a heat flash through you as he grabbed a hair tie from the top of his dresser and quickly pulled back his long dark curls.

But when Eddie turned around to face you, you were met with a sight that you weren't expecting.

Pressed against his zipper you saw a bulge prominent pressed against the left side of his leg. You couldn't stop your eyes from widening slightly as you saw it. Eddie noticed the heavy silence that seemed to fall between the two of you as he slipped one ring after another onto his hand, missing the weight of them on his fingers after a day at work.

"Babe?" Eddie's voice softly spoke, before looking down in the direction of your eyesight, and once again felt a flash of heat move through him. "Shit...shit...."

"Eddie," You spoke, looking back up at him, an innocent look on your face. "Is that...are you...because..."

"I-I..." Eddie could feel the blush overtaking his face as he palmed himself to hide his obvious hard-on. But the pressure of his hand only made a small moan slip through. "...fuck..."

You stood from where you sat and moved to stand directly in front of him. Eddie looked down and watched every movement you made feeling like he couldn't breathe. He could smell your perfume and a mix of his body wash which only made his head spin with lust.

You reached forward, suddenly feeling confident, and moved his hand away, teasing him with your own, "This because of me, Eds?"

Eddie's eyes closed for a moment as he felt your hand press against him, the fabric of his work pants the only barrier.

"F-Fuck..." Eddie whimpered, his eyes slowly opening and looking down at you. His large brown eyes were dark with heavy lust, his lips plump and parted as he stared down at you.

"Seeing me topless did this to you?" You looked up at him with a small smirk on your lips.

"S-seeing you in my Hellfire shirt is weirdly doing it for me," Eddie's brows pulled together tightly as your hand tightened around him more. "Has always been a fantasy of mine."

"I've been a fantasy of yours?" You moved closer, your lips hovering over the column of his neck, feeling the urge to kiss and bite along it.

"Fuck, are you kidding me?" Eddie reached down and caressed your face, as your hands began to unbuckle and unzip his pants. "E-Ever since seeing you in your cheerleading outfit for the first time..."

Eddie deeply groaned as your hand moved down into his pants. His fingers moved through your hair and gripped tightly to your hair at the base of your neck.

"You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart. How crazy you drive me." Eddie's voice deepened as he spoke, his cock twitching in your hand.

He fought back the urge to cum. But he was unable to stop his hips from thrusting and moving against your hand. Eddie pressed his forehead against yours as he panted and cursed low under his breath.

"D-Don't stop...fuck, please..." Eddie begged

You bit down on your lower lip and closely watched his face. Loving to watch him lose control at your hands. Eddie's other hand reach to grab tightly to your waist as he fucked your hand.

You were left speechless as you watched him fall apart, his face twisting with pleasure as you felt the warmth of his cum against your hand. Eddie stood there panting and leaning against you slightly. His warm breath against your neck.

"Holy...shit..." Eddie moaned

"That was the hottest fucking thing," You moaned, slowly pulling your hand from his pants.

"Better than anything I could ever dream of," Eddie moaned, grabbing your hand that was covered in his cum. He took off his shirt and cleaned it up for you, before noticing the small pout on your lips. "W-What? D...Do you regret that?"

"Regret? No. I have always wanted that, and more. Just...kinda always wondered what you tasted like."

Eddie's eyes widened and once again, his cock twitched "Fuck, you can't say things like that."

"Why? T-This wasn't a one-time thing was it?" You asked with a pinch of worry in your voice.

"Of course not baby," Eddie caressed your face "I have been in love with you since we were kids, I'm not letting go of you...i-if you'd have me?"

His eyes were pleading as he looked down toward you, having a warmth flood into your chest as your heart started racing.

A wide smile spread across your face, "You love me?"

"With my whole heart, you've owned it, only you."

Eddie's words hit you hard right into your chest before rising up on your toes, bringing him down to you, and kissing him deeply. Eddie's arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest. Both of you moaned the moment your lips met before his tongue slipped into your mouth.

"I love you too," You giggled happily, your face close to his, "If it wasn't obvious."

Eddie's face brightened at your words before kissing you again and carrying you toward the bed.

"Come 'ere baby, gonna make my girl cum."

[floralegia]

thinking about steddie childhood friends AU

So I love the enemies-to-lovers nature of Steddie, like, deeply in my soul, but also I love to invert things so my brain kept turning this concept over in my head and now here we are.

So, I'm seeing like... Steve somehow ends up out of his parents' supervision as a, like, let's say nine-year-old, or something like that. I kind of see Steve in general as the kind of kid who probably didn't have a lot of friends until middle/high school? I can't explain this vibe, but to me the whole latchkey kid thing kind of lends itself to not really having many friends in elementary school, you know, until such a time as being a rich jock is something the other kids really start to take notice of. I don't know, I'm spitballing.

So that Steve -- a Steve who is basically, like, horrifically lonely, but is too young to even really fully grasp his own loneliness -- ends up wandering around a park in Hawkins on his lonesome on a too-hot, too-sticky summer day, when most of the other kids are too smart to be outside in the late-afternoon sun, when it's so hot you could fry an egg on the sidewalk.

Except. There is one other kid there. He's kind of just lurking on a piece of playground equipment, sulking, limbs dangling -- he looks like he must have had a hell of a recent growth spurt, all tall and spindly. He has a frankly ugly buzzcut, patchy and scraggly, and he has this look on his face like he'd probably punch anyone who tried to talk to him.

So, obviously, Steve goes over to try and talk to him.

(What Steve dose not know: this is an Eddie Munson who is waiting at this stupid park because his uncle is in the law office up the block, trying to make sure he's gonna be okay to keep custody since Eddie's dad is in prison and his mom is long gone, and Eddie had gotten too twitchy and mutinous and started pulling leaves off the plants in the waiting room, and so Wayne had asked-but-really told him that maybe he'd have a better time waiting at the park, and Wayne'd come get him just as soon as he was done with the suits.)

Hawkins is small enough that Steve's able to pretty confidently say, "I don't know you," meaning it as a sort of "oh, you must be new in town, what's your name?" Except Eddie, obviously bristles, and says, "What, are you the king of this shitty place?"

That kind of impresses Steve, because frankly not a lot of kids he knows would swear like that, and it's enough to inspire him to plunk himself down on the merry-go-round mere inches from this stranger.

"Of course not," he says, and doesn't miss but doesn't quite understand the look Eddie gives him, the way he takes in Steve's neatly pressed little rich-kid outfit, so different from Eddie's worn-out, too-big hand-me-down shirt and jeans with holes in the knees so big they're really more hole than pant at this point and his shoes that are held together with duct tape on the sole. "I'm Steve."

He stares at Eddie so long and so expectantly that eventually, begrudgingly, he gets a mumbled "Eddie" in return.

"Eddie," Steve repeats, nodding like it's somehow meaningful, then tilts his head at him. "You are new, though, right?" When Eddie just narrows his eyes, he presses, "Did you just move to Hawkins?"

That's too close to the quick, and Eddie just scowls at him. "What does it matter to you?"

Steve shifts a little, taken aback, but he's relatively undeterred. "Nothing, I guess. I'm just curious, 'cause I'm pretty sure I'd remember if I'd seen you before."

And Eddie wants to bristle and spit at that too, wants to take it as a sneering insult without stopping to think, but -- there's something a little to wide-eyed and earnest about Steve's expression, about the way he's smiling just a little, almost tentative. About the way he's still sitting so close, hasn't shifted away at all, even though Eddie's still glaring at him like he might start throwing punches any second now.

So, eventually, he relents.

"'m new," he grudgingly assents, shifting a little in place. The bare skin of his leg brushes the blazing-hot metal of the merry-go-round through one of the holes in his jeans, and he winces, automatically dragging his knee up to his chest defensively.

Steve winces in sympathy, then drags his foot against the ground, digging a trail in the dirt with the toe of his shoe. "That's cool," he says. He hesitates for a long moment, in which Eddie shoots him a mildly suspicious look, before he says, with a commendable degree of faux-casual smoothness for a nine-year-old kid, "So, I guess you don't really know many people in town, then?"

Eddie, bright for his age and already way too used to parsing the things people say to figure out what it is they want from him, narrows his eyes. "No," he says, very slowly. "I mean, I don't know anyone."

It's the right thing to say, apparently, because Steve perks up immediately. The smile that transforms his face in the next heartbeat is so bright it puts the sun to shame.

"That's not true," he says, and reaches across the no-man's-land between them to gently sock Eddie on the arm. "Now you know me."

And Eddie -- even with every dark thought swirling in the back of his mind, all the shit with his dad and his uncertainty about moving in with his uncle and the knowledge that he's alone here in Hawkins, that he's going to be the odd one out and there's nothing he can do about it -- finds he isn't capable of resisting that smile. He tries, he really does, but after a few seconds of fierce internal struggle, he ends up smiling right back. It's tentative, a little shaky, and it shows off his chipped front tooth, but it's a smile all the same.

"I guess so," he says, and he won't understand for a long time yet why it makes butterflies dance in his stomach.

[cowboysandpilots]

Nicotine High

(This ficlet was inspired by THIS TikTok. 🥰)

Eddie is 12 years old, with a buzzcut and in 6th grade when he meets Chrissy Cunningham for the first time at the school talent show. He doesn't think she even noticed him but her cheer routine made his heart skip a beat for the very first time.

It's two years later when Eddie meets the beautiful blonde again. He's 14 and his hair is a little longer now, shaggy in that he has to keep brushing the curls from his eyes, but that's the hazard of trying to grow it out again. They're standing behind the church because, despite his family's reputation, his uncle is still a god-fearing man and Chrissy's family had always been. She steps right up to him, right beside him but keeps her eyes forward. The gentle breeze brushes through the strands of her blonde hair and Eddie can see the discolouration around her eye that she clearly tried to cover with her makeup. He doesn't mention it. In fact, he doesn't say anything until she does. It catches him off guard the first time she speaks, a small light voice. "My daddy is my hero." Is all she says in relation to the bruise, a dismissal of who gave it to her, because she can see Eddie staring out of the corner of her eye. "Do you have a light?"

His eyes flick up from the way he was not so subtly admiring her side profile when she turns to talk to him. "Oh, sorry, I don't smoke," Eddie admits, rocking slightly on his heels. She gives him a small smile, barely there, just a quirk of her lips. "Neither do I, but I've been having these dreams, really vivid ones about something called a nicotine high." At this point in his life, Eddie had never heard of such a thing but it sounded pretty good and he knew precisely where his uncle kept a pack of smokes in the glove compartment of his beat-up old truck. They make their way to the parking lot, it's summer and his uncle's truck doesn't have air conditioning so the windows are left wide open, letting the cool summer breeze work its magic. It also allows Eddie to work his own magic, rummaging around through the glove compartment, with his arm through the open window, before pulling out a slightly crushed box of smokes and a zippo lighter. He holds them up with a wide grin so that girl can see before they look around to make sure no one saw and make their way back behind the church. Eddie lets Chrissy take her own stick from the pack and lights it up for her after some trial and error with the lighter. He then took his own and lit it himself. The smoke assaults his lungs and makes him want to cough but he holds it back because Chrissy inhales like a pro and blows the smoke back out with her eyes closed. She looks ethereal. "Do you think it's bad that I only talk to god when it's dark outside?" She asks it like Eddie knows anything about church, he rarely goes inside no matter how much his uncle asks him to. "My parents seem to talk to him all the time, but I can only do it when the world is asleep."

Eddie is still taking drags off his cigarette but he is listening thoughtfully. He doesn't believe in a god, but he wants to offer her some sort of comfort or reassurance if he can. "I think... if there is a god, he probably listens to pretty girls like you more than guys like me."

Chrissy smiles again, bigger this time and turns to actually look at him. "Y'know... my dad calls people who don't believe in God 'heathens'. I'm jealous of those people." "Why would you be jealous of them?" Eddie frowns, his mouth feels dry and he doesn't know if it's the smoke or Chrissy's bright, white smile, but they don't have any water.

Her shoulders give a shrug and she tips her face up to look at the blue sky, squinting slightly in the sun. "I don't know, they just seem... so carefree." She smiles just thinking about it and Eddie can't help but smile with her even though that statement is fundamentally wrong.

He leans over a bit and bumps his cigarette against hers like he's making a toast with them. "Well, you're dancing with the sinners now," He grins.

Future Eddie will be absolutely floored to know that the girl he shared his first cigarette with, the girl he didn't know the name of, ends up being his first, and last, girlfriend.

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[treacherousrift]

Do you have any trans Sam hc? Especially when he was goring up between motels with his brother and dad

I assume you meant growing up and yes. This is like everything I talk about all the time constantly thinking about it.

WARNING: this is SO very long. And it’s also all transmasc or Nonbinary headcanons (I can build off transfem headcanons later if we’re really that invested)

I’m gonna do point form like I always do, again this is not in any way a generalized experience of being trans, this is just from my trans perspective. Which is to say I am definitely projecting a little bit.

This is also definitely not ALL of the headcanons, I could say more if you want me to build off something specific let me know!

-my first headcanon is that John gave Dean a buzzcut because he didn’t want to give them haircuts or pay for haircuts, and it’s kinda also related to that authority thing?

But my headcanon here is that Sam saw deans buzzcut and didn’t understand that Dean hated it and the buzzcut is like bad, all he understood was that it was a “boy” haircut and he wanted it. So he begs John to give him the haircut as well and then John tells him no (BOOO) because he’s a girl (BOOO) and then Dean secretly gives Sam a buzzcut without John knowing. I don’t want to talk about the aftermath of this one don’t ask me.

-so yes Sam starts thrifting clothes to get them cheap and to find clothes that were boyish, not that clothes are gendered he just prefers to dress this way for himself but he experiments in crop tops and dresses as well.

But before he thrifted clothes or would literally be donated clothes by his classmates because parents started to notice how they didn’t have money. Dean would give Sam the clothes he couldn’t fit into anymore, and the kids would bully him but he’d secretly be super cool with it because it gave him a lot of gender euphoria. However he grew to have his own sense of style in high school when he started to rebel against Dean (emo phase???)

-he told all his friends in highschool to refer to him with he/him pronouns, but not in front of dean (he was just overall afraid of coming out to family in general nothing personal against Dean and he didn’t want to have a whole conversation about it), and then he realized that he liked those pronouns and maybe also other pronouns too since pronouns are not confined to gender. And he really finds his group of friends in college and even joins a GSA.

-I like Nonbinary Sam or genderfluid Sam headcanons a lot. I think that Sam def could be like “gender is stupid” and realized he was Nonbinary after taking a gender studies class and after extensive research when he was younger but the gender studies class really woke him up since the professor told him that stereotypes are a myth. And he was like “oh so I can be Nonbinary and still do [insert thing]”

-Dean bought him his first chest binder last year of highschool / alternatively Dean found his chest binder and he comes out to Dean and Dean is very accepting

And or Sam transitions in college. Medically or socially, whatever you feel.

-Bobby treating Sam as his son when Sam lets slip that he feels more like a boy, and Bobby thinks that means he feels like a tomboy.

So for most of his life he’s called a tomboy, but he just really wants to be a boy, but also has this experience with gender roles that is complicated because men in hunters communities have a toxic idea of masculinity so maybe Bobby is like “real men shoot deer” or something but it’s not specifically in reference to Sam it’s just something he says (that’s wrong).

so Sam tries to decipher this idea of masculinity in his head because 1. He’s a boy, he wants so badly to be seen as a boy by others and 2. He does NOT want to shoot deer because deer are cute.

So then he starts to unpack these themes of masculinity specifically in hunting communities but also toxic masculinity passed down by his dad to his brother Dean and then to him. And he tries to break that chain of toxic masculinity.

-you could theorize that Sam came out as transmasc to Dean early on and that scene with the “girl toy” that Dean accidentally got him for Christmas was well meaning. Idk how to build off of this one. Like Dean supports him and is scared of hurting him and others hurting him because of who he is????

Ahh I could say much more but ahhh I’ll leave it at this

[winderlylandchime]

2/2 ‘I will pay him to shut up. I’m broke as a fucking joke but bro i am willing to work my tushy on every corner to make him shut up. Pretentious fucker. I’m so happy Brian isn’t this cringey. *mocks ethan* alone jerking off. Oh fuck off. HE WAS IMAGINING HIM KISSING HIM. I WILL LITERALLY VOMIT RIGHT THIS SECOND, this is gonna sound weird but Bri looks better when he gets head. This guy makes funky faces. (THE KNOCK JUST HAPPENED) imagine if its brian!!!!! He needs help with more posters or some shit! OH MY GOD ROSES! OH ETHAN LOOKS LIKE HE JUST SAW HIS OWN LIFE FLASH BEFORE HIS EYES….spoiler alert it was a very boring one. HIS MUUUUSE? OH ETHAN IS SCARED- OH FUCKS SAKE BEN! WHY DO YOU RUIN EVERYTHING!’ *Mikey is now being dramatic with a needle* ‘Mikey whatcha doing? Dude, why cant you just be dramatic over boyfriends the same way everyone else is? Dye your hair red and get a buzzcut! FINALLY BEN! Now go back to boring and call it a day’ And we are back to Justin ‘ow ow Justin that has to hurt. TELL HIM! YES HE IS A LIAR! OH YOU MISSED HIM? FOR A DAY?! OH ITS JUSTINS FAULT AGAIN LIKE USUALLY?! (Ethan says thee line) OH YOU KEEP YOUR BRIANS NAME OUT OF YOU CHEATIN MOUTH! EXACTLY YOU NEVER FORGAVE HIM BC HE DIDNT DO SHIT WRONG! HE WAS HONEST FROM DAY ONE! YES LEAVE! SHOVE THAT RING UP YOUR ASS. Oh i have a few ideas what you could do without Justin. *does middle fingers at Ethan* HAHAHA FUCK YOU MARACAS BOY! JUSTIN FINALLY SAW THE LIGHT! *pauses tv* you know what we need now? Brian and Justin to bump into each other and for him to see Justin’s bleeding hand. Yup. I could do this shit for a living!’ He is literally smiling so big and he rewinded the scene like 2 times. Each time he smiled more and more while also laughing at Ethan. *raises his soda in the air* ‘lets all have a toast to Ben’s failed attempt at trying to be less boring. Glad you saw the light, big guy.’ ‘NOW HOW DID BRIAN KNOW HE DIDNT SLEEP AT HO-oh his clothes are the same. BRI YOU ARE ABOUT TO BE SO HAPPY! GUESS WHAT HAPPENED? THEY BROKE UP! (Ted just thanked Brian) dude, stop acting like you dont care for your friends. I get that its part of your schtick but dude come on. you most certainly did it for Teddy! THERES POTENTIAL IN THIS BROMANCE!’ ‘Oh fuck you Justin, you were buddies with him last episode but now youre saying he’s acting like total shit, i mean okay true BUT COME ON. And Debbie, maybe you could understand it if you, oh I don’t know, stopped blaming him all the time and being rude to him one second and the next you love him! Im still mad at you acting like you dont know that he loves Justin!’ Melanie just said she’s pregnant ‘oh no. Oh no. This is gonna be the worst thing since…quick name something bad. Mike is gonna be a dad. Oh that’s…i dont wanna say bad but i am coming up short on any other word’ ‘BRIAN! (Btw every time he says that when he comes on tv he literally points to the tv like he’s shocked he’s in the show..imagine that one Leo Dicaprio gif) HEY! brian is a good dad! *looks at me in wonder* Do you think backrooms are still a thing? Are they even legal? OH MY GOD ITS BLONDIE! JUSTIN!! HES IN THE BACKROOM! HES IN THE CLUB! FINALLY!! I hated how he acted that he was too good for it. AND LOOK HOW FAST BRI BRI SAW HIM! of course you are gonna fuck next to hi- OH JUSTIN SAW HIM *starts hitting me all excited* THEY ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER! THEY ARE FUCKING AND LOOKING AT EACH OTHER!!! DID YOU SEE THAT SMIRK? OH JUSTIN ISNT EVEN TRYING TO LOOK AWAY! *stands up and starts showing his shirt* TEAM FUCKING BRIAN! I KNOW THATS RIGHT! *screams literally on top of his lungs* I WANNA FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE?! OH THEY ARE SICK FOR THAT!’ He is now staring at the tv with his hands in his hair smiling while credits roll..’oh i gotta call mom! I gotta tell her! This is big news, shit i gotta call (friends name)! I gotta tell him all about this! I knew this shirt would work, you all thought i was crazy but it worked!’ And now he is giving mom the full run down. She is stuck with him on the phone bc she ignored his calls so he guilt tripped her

Your brother's reaction to THEE SCENE is everything. It is perfect. 10/10 would read that a million times over, no notes. (Or, this being tumblr, 1k notes post)

Brian and Justin to bump into each other and for him to see Justin’s bleeding hand. <- WHY WERE WE ROBBED OF THIS

THEY ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER! THEY ARE FUCKING AND LOOKING AT EACH OTHER!!! DID YOU SEE THAT SMIRK? OH JUSTIN ISNT EVEN TRYING TO LOOK AWAY! *stands up and starts showing his shirt* TEAM FUCKING BRIAN! I KNOW THATS RIGHT! *screams literally on top of his lungs* I WANNA FEEL YOU FROM THE INSIDE?! OH THEY ARE SICK FOR THAT!’

That is all of us right now.

I LOVE that your brother immediately wanted to tell everyone. No one cares but he still wants to share the good news.

[princessmo]

Buzzdreissen for the ship meme

AAAA THANK YOUUU

Who asks the other on dates: buzzcut initiates the first few but after a while it's equal

Who is the bigger cuddler: depends on the situation. brad's always pulling the yawn-into-arm-around-shoulder thing. if they're just sitting on the couch dave will gradually lean his head onto brad's chest until they're both comfy

Who initiates holding hands more often: dave <3

Who remembers anniversaries: they both do! brad obvs keeps track of the big ones but dave makes mental notes of little things, like "may 16th was the first time he brought me flowers, july 7th was the first time he braided my hair..."

Who is more possessive: brad. that's HIS little hippie malewife

Who gets more jealous: brad. but i like thinking abt dave having his little jealous girlfriend mode moments

Who is more protective: BRAD especially after van driessen goes through like, the bus trip episode and getting mauled by a bear and his breakdown and all that fun stuff. dave's more vocal worrying about brad though, he sometimes borders on Anxious Mother territory

Who is more likely to cheat: um neither? the whole point is that they love each other

Who initiates sexy times the most: idk i feel like they're 50/50 on this

Who dislikes PDA the most: buzzcut pretends not to like it but he totally does. he only initiates it when he's in Jealous Mode, van d loves when he does it

Who kills the spider: if brad's home alone he'll just kill em but if dave's with him, brad takes them outside to make him happy and spare himself a lecture

Who asks the the other to marry them: brad! david thinks about it first and wants to ask for a while but he's worried abt scaring bradley away; i think especially at the beginning of their relationship dave had to help him overcome a lot of internalized homo/biphobia and he doesn't want to seem like he's moving too fast. he kind of anticipates it the night brad proposes bc brad's uncharacteristically antsy and when brad finally asks dave just starts bawling out of happiness and love but brad thinks Oh God I Fucked Up And Made Him Cry

Who buys the other flowers or gifts: i feel like it's a pretty equal exchange, bradley loves surprising dave with flowers while dave impulse-buys things that remind him of brad

Who would bring up possibly having kids: realistically speaking i don't think either would want their own kids to take care of 24/7 since they both already spend all day around kids, though dave has the occasional wave of baby fever. i think they'd end up having a cat that dave found as a stray one day and brought home; ofc brad did that Dad Thing where he initially didn't want to keep it but quickly warmed up to it and they both looove it

in my little single-dad-dave-raising-b&bh-turned-buzzdriessen-au they do both love their idiot sons though. i picture them as being like kitty and red forman from that 70s show

Who is more nervous to meet the parents: they both had shitty parents so buzzcut doesn't talk to his at all and van d talks to his mom once every couple years. in my silly little backstory for brad, i gave him 2 older sisters, so dave does get a little nervous when he meets them, but they all get along so it's chill.

Who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: dave offers to and sets everything up but bradley insists on sleeping on the couch bc he "slept on worse in 'nam" and he's still insistent on being chivalrous even when they're mad at each other hehe

Who tries to make up first after arguments: david obvs. i feel like they don't fight too much bc van driessen is super conflict-avoidant and buzzcut's always fighting the rest of the world, but he HATES when they're mad at each other

Who tells the other they love them more often: verbally, dave 1000% percent, he's very "love-through-words" while bradley's very much a "love-through-actions" kind of guy, though he does drop the occasional "i love you" out loud and he uses a lot of sappy pet names for dave. i love making him super soft with david bc he hates just about everyone else

thank you SO much i love doing these and i love thinking about my little guys

[girljeremystrong]

Hi id love to hear your thoughts about what you think happens to Kendall post finale (with as much detail as you'd like) :)

HIIIIIII and ok so ok first of all let me preface this by saying that this will definitely be silly and not very eloquent because i don't know how to write and how to articulate my thoughts as well as some people on succession tumblr who are incredible and should definitely become writers

i also think my thoughts on where i see kendall going are definitely affected by how i see him through rose lens glasses (i am in love with him) and i understand it's probably kinda a far cry from what jesse armstrong would say is realistic for kendall moving forward

because realistically i imagine that losing waystar would send him on a downward spiral and it would take him time to forgive shiv and maybe roman also and also he was never a good father to begin with (plus the poison drips through) so why should that change ETC.

however in my head losing waystar was the best thing to ever happen to him!!!! he's finally free!!! and of course it will take some time for him to make sense of it and realize that, time he will spend getting high with stewy and having lots of tender sex with him but then a new life will start for kendall roy. he will get over shiv's turn because by that point he will have realized that losing waystar was the best thing to ever happen to him!!!! so actually he will feel bad for shiv who is still not only attached to the company but to tom as well and he will reconnect with all the sibilings and they will continue being bratty jealous mean petty best friends :) and then he will meet shiv's baby and he will think they're sooo cute like a tiny ginger baby are you kidding? and that will remind him that oh he has some kids of his own!!! and so he will start to rebuild his relationship with his children he will apologize for the menken thing and for having been a terrible dad and they will begrudgingly forgive him and then kendall will start playing with his money and with stewy and they'll talk about building or buying a new company but then kendall will be like, you know what i'm 40 years old and i am super super rich so i don't want to work! i want to buy an awesome loft to live in with my soulmate (stewy) and a huge amount of cats that will all have stupid names like batholomew and stuff and then he will be very happy everyday until one day he'll wake up in bed in a fancy villa by the sea in like bali and he'll think, oh man it's been so long since that day i almost jumped in the sea after shiv turned on me haha and then he'll go have breakfast with shiv and roman and his kids and shiv's kid who are also all in bali for a family vacation and he'll think, wow losing waystar was really the best thingto ever happen to me!!!! (stewy still asleep) (kendall will always keep his buzzcut because i think it's so hot and maybe he'll have a beard because i think that's very hot too) (shiv will have killed tom but because she's so hot and rich nobody ever found out it was she who murdered him and the only people who know are her brothers and colin) (gerri is also in bali)