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titkoks · 2 years
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metalhoops · 1 year
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People debate if Eddie or Steve would say ‘I love you’ first, but I propose an alternative perspective where they both say it long before they start dating and confuse the hell out of everyone, including themselves. 
Almost dying could put your life into perspective. 
When Eddie awoke in his hospital bed with his uncle at his side and the late afternoon light shining through the window blinds, he was struck with the kind of death-bed revelation reserved for men sentenced to dangle from gallows or grit worn teeth down the muzzle of guns. He was alive, despite the assumed certainty of his death hours or days before. 
Eddie let Wayne hold him, despite how much it hurt because the pain reminded him he was alive, that he’d made it out on the other side. Without thought, Eddie told Wayne he loved him. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it, but he couldn’t remember the last time it’d happened. 
They were long past the first few tumultuous years when Eddie had moved in with Wayne. Where they’d tiptoed around each other and waited with bated breath for their shared peace to go wrong. Eddie hadn’t been used to living in a household where he didn’t have to walk on eggshells to get by and Wayne wasn’t used to looking after himself, let alone a kid. 
They’d since found their rhythm, but it wasn’t often either man voiced their affections. Wayne showed his love. He didn’t speak it. That was just the way he was. Eddie didn’t share the man’s reservations, not anymore. His adolescents was a wave that had long since crested, and all care for others’ opinions had been thrown out the window. He wasn’t shy with his love, but his proximity to death made him reckless with it. 
When Dustin appeared at his bedside not long after, looking as though he were staring down a spectre, Eddie knew he had to do something. He leaned over, ruffled Dustin’s hair and told the kid everything was going to be okay, that he loved him. 
When the whole mess had died down and Eddie was able to come out of hiding, he showed up in Gareth’s garage at the usual time for band rehearsal. He was bombarded by a mess of limbs and an earful of questions. He told them his well-practised lie then muttered how glad he was to be back, how much he loved those stupid sons of bitches, because he did and they should know it. He’d never told them that before. 
What Eddie hadn’t expected was to fall fast and hard for Steve Harrington. Eddie wasn’t one for fast affection or grand romantic ideals. He had his head firmly attached to his shoulders, thank you very much. He knew fast love was just infatuation. You were falling for the idea of a person, not the real deal.
He knew it was stupid and yet at seeing Steve sprawled out on the floor of his trailer, in front of their shitty Philips Color TV, his usually styled hair mussed, Eddie thought he loved him, which was a terrible thought because it meant Eddie had to tell him. 
Steve was straight, and Eddie had only known him for two months. Sure, they’d floated past each other in high school, but that wasn’t this Steve. The Steve he loved. It was pathetic. Eddie was well aware. All the same, when he caught Steve’s curious brown eyes, he knew he’d have to tell him. Nothing good would come of it, but he was sick of leaving things unsaid. After all, he could die tomorrow. 
“What are you thinking about?” Steve asked, appearing blissfully ignorant of Eddie’s inner turmoil. 
“Nothing, I’m just glad you’re here. I love you, man.” 
Eddie spoke before his brain had the time to think through his actions. He tacked on a haphazard ‘man’, as though it lessened the severity of the statement. Eddie had never called anyone ‘man’ in his life- who the hell was he? 
“Oh, yeah. Me too,” Steve mumbled absentmindedly, laying back down and looking at the TV as the commercials came to an end. He was so cool and unbothered. 
Eddie was sure he’d taken his confession as a platonic one, which was what he’d hoped for. He’d got it off his chest, but it wasn’t going to screw up the good thing they had going. What he didn’t know was the meaning behind Steve’s response, ‘me too’ what? Was he glad he was with Eddie or...? 
“I love you too, Munson. I can hear the cogs ticking from over here and I want to watch the movie. You got me invested now,” Steve grumbled, returning his attention to the fantasy film Steve had no right to be as emotionally invested in as he was. 
“Have I got you invested or has Tom Cruse in chain mail got you invested?” Eddie joked, pushing his luck as he felt Steve lean over to smack his shoulder, mumbling ‘asshole’, under his breath. 
What Eddie hadn’t expected was for it to become a habit. Sure, he made a point of telling Wayne, Corroded Coffin and his band of misfit children he loved them when the mood struck, but with Steve, it somehow became a daily occurrence, what floored him most was that Steve was the one who started it. 
The next time they saw each other was when Eddie went to grab a movie from the Family Video store. At least that was the excuse he’d given to see Steve again. He chatted with Steve and Buckley before grabbing whatever caught his eye in the horror section and was about to head out with an overdramatised bow and salute when Steve smirked and mumbled, ‘love you, Munson,’ before his eyes widened in alarm. He caught Robin’s hawklike gaze shifting between them as she choked on a days-expired potato chip. 
“I meant... see you, Munson,” Steve amended awkwardly. Eddie shrugged his shoulders, practically preening at the slip of the tongue. He liked how Steve said it. Something about it felt special. 
“Love you too, Stevie,” he called as he turned to retreat to the safety of his van, not wanting to witness whatever can of worms he’d opened between Steve and Buckley. 
That was all it took to form a habit. He would spend the night at Steve’s place since the guy's parents had been MIA for months, and as the two went to part ways Steve would take one look at Eddie’s beaten-up van and mumble, ‘drive safe you idiot, love you,’ and a smile would threaten to split Eddie’s face in two. ‘love you too, jerk’. For a while, it was a tradition reserved for the two of them. Robin had to bear witness to the brunt of the love confessions, as Eddie would visit them at work, but in many ways, Steve saw Robin as an extension of himself, so for the most part, it was just between them. 
That was until Steve showed up to band practice. Eddie had offhandedly mentioned the time and location of their rehearsals in the hopes that one day Steve would show up. When he did Eddie was over the moon. He was halfway through a killer guitar solo when the familiar BMW Beamer pulled up the drive. With the rest of his bandmates promptly forgotten, Eddie lay his Warlock gently in his case (because no matter how absentminded the guy was he still cared about that damn guitar like a kid) then ploughed forward to meet Steve at the mouth of the garage. 
“Stevie, you came.” 
Eddie was too excited at the prospect of Steve watching him play. Music, along with D&D, was his creative outlet. It said everything his tongue couldn’t articulate and he had a lot he wanted to say to Steve.
Anyone who knew Eddie knew he was excitable and theatrical. He didn’t know how to do things in half measures. His bandmates shouldn’t have been surprised when Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve’s midsection, picked him up and spun him in several dizzy circles, only setting him down when they almost tumbled ass backwards over Gareth’s drum set. 
Eddie may have witnessed Steve try that move on Wheeler years before, but he’d deny it if anyone asked. Steve made the act seem easy and graceful. With Eddie at the helm, it was a chaotic jumble of limbs. While Steve gripped onto the man’s arm for dear life, not used to being manhandled, though by the fitful gasps of laughter that escaped his lips at the motion, Eddie noted he wasn’t opposed to it. When the two broke apart, Eddie felt his bandmates' watchful eyes on them, all sharing twin looks of confusion. 
“You’re going to break something, dumbass,” Steve grumbled as he smoothed over his hair and bowed his head to hide the blush from his cheeks.
Eddie tried to carry on with the rehearsal as usual, but he’d admit he added some peacocking for Steve’s benefit, not that the boy seemed to mind. Steve watched from one of Gareth’s bean bag chairs. It wasn’t his type of music, Eddie knew that, but the guy still watched enamoured. 
When the band was finished for the day, Steve managed to make small talk with the other boys when a thought struck Eddie. 
“What are you doing after this, Steve? The boys and I are having a movie marathon at my place. Want to hang out?” Steve blinked owlishly, surprised to be invited to what appeared to be a ‘band-only deal’. That wasn’t exactly true. Sometimes Jeff’s girlfriend or Grant’s brother would join them, once Gareth had even invited a guy over. Eddie had never done it, but there was a first time for everything. 
“I could do a movie night. I’ve gotta pick up Dustin from the Byers first, though, so I’ll meet you there,” Steve reasoned, and Eddie nodded, knowing Dustin came first. The little guy had weaselled his way into Steve’s heart and there was no way Eddie would ask him to forget the kid. Dustin had Eddie wrapped around his little finger as well, the brat.  
“Alright, meet you there. Love you, Stevie.” 
“Love you too.” The words rolled off Steve’s tongue easily as breathing. 
Left in Steve’s wake was utter chaos from the rest of the Corroded Coffin members. 
“Dude, why didn’t you tell us you were dating Steve Harrington?” Gareth berated, knocking Eddie’s shoulder roughly. 
“Seriously? What the hell, man? I never would’ve called that,” Jeff added before Eddie could get a word in edge-wise. 
“Wait, I’m lost, Harrington’s gay now?” Grant muttered, looking between the other boys. His bandmates knew Eddie was gay, but they’d definitely pulled the rest out of their asses. 
“I didn’t tell you because we’re not, and he’s not. Far as I’m aware. Can you guys drop it before we get back to mine? Steve doesn’t know I am and I’m planning on keeping it that way, thanks.” All three boys looked at Eddie as though he’d grown a third head. 
“But you guys were aggressively flirting,” Gareth argued. 
“You said you loved each other,” Jeff added. 
“Yeah, but I tell you guys I love you,” Eddie argued. 
“Definitely not like that and if you did, I’d be trying to work out how to let you down gently because Eds you’re firmly in the brother zone,” Gareth reasoned, playing with his drum kit. 
After that day, Eddie thought he should use his ‘I love yous’ more sparingly with Steve. Sooner or later, the guy was going to work out that the intent was anything but platonic. He’d gotten to know Steve well since the incident with The Upside Down. Nine months had passed and Eddie was still sickeningly sure he loved Steve. It’d gone past any form of infatuation. 
He knew who Steve Harrington was and what he wanted. Steve wanted his future to be a gaggle of kids, crammed into an R.V. heading out on family vacations. If they were to do it, it would be anything but the conventional nuclear family of Steve’s dreams but Eddie couldn’t help but fantasise about ways they could make it work. He wanted it. He was beyond screwed. 
When he and Steve were parting ways after the band’s movie night. This time Eddie uttered a lame,
“See you later, Stevie.’ 
To his surprise, he caught a look of confusion flash across Steve’s face. He opened and shut his mouth, looking as though he were weighing up his options. Unlike Eddie, the guy was good with social interactions. He knew how to read a room. 
“See you,” Steve replied, awkwardly smoothing down his hair in what Eddie knew to be a self-soothing gesture. Weird. 
Eddie kept this new, more formal, stilted form of goodbye going for a week, hating every second of it. He could feel Steve pulling away from him. Suddenly when he wanted to spend time with the guy, he was busy. The one time he hadn’t said ‘I love you’ back to Steve in front of Robin she shot him a look like he’d just kicked a wounded puppy. Eddie was understandably confused. 
It took the passing of another week for Steve to call him out on it. Eddie showed up on Steve’s doorstep unannounced, insisting they hang out because Steve had been avoiding him and he damn well wanted to know why. Steve let him in, much to Eddie’s surprise. 
“Did I do something wrong?’ Steve asked out of the blue as the two sat hunched over at the Harrington’s dining room table, looking over Eddie’s Dark Tower board game. Steve had picked it up surprisingly fast when he’d first brought the game to his place. 
Eddie’s eyes swept over the board before shaking his head. 
“No, that was a safe move. You’re fine.” Steve’s brows drew together, and he shook his head. 
“I’m not talking about the game,” He grumbled, still not meeting Eddie’s eyes. Alright, what had Eddie done wrong now? 
“What? No. Stevie. Why would you think that?” 
Eddie had been asking himself the same question: what had he done to push Steve away? Now that Eddie was focusing on Steve, he noticed how the boy had hunched over himself, his shoulders up around his ears. His body tucked into itself. Usually, Steve was confident and unbothered, but he looked so small. Eddie knew something was very wrong.  
“You stopped saying...” Steve’s voice trailed off. He rolled his eyes, looking pissed off. Not with Eddie, but with himself. 
“Doesn’t matter. It’s stupid. My knight guy is going to the ruins,” Steve amended before Eddie could get a word in edge-wise. He leaned over, pushing the keypad on the tower, obnoxious electronic music filling the silence between them.
Eddie finally understood what Steve was worried about. Instead of taking his next turn he twisted a strand of hair around his finger and inhaled. Screw what other people thought. Since when did he care, anyway? 
“Steve,” Eddie breathed. Full name. Serious business. Steve looked up. 
“I love you. Sorry I haven’t said it in a while. I was getting in my head about... stuff.” Steve nodded, trying to look uncaring, but he failed miserably, his face scrunched and contorted. 
“Stevie, I can hear the cogs ticking from here. Whatever you want to say, say it,” Eddie breathed, nudging Steve’s socked foot with his. 
“I just- you were acting like... Christ. Forget it. It’s bullshit,” Steve stammered, standing up from the table, suddenly a bundle of energy, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there. 
“What was I acting like?” Eddie asked, staying rooted to his seat, though his fingers drummed on the table nervously. 
“Like we were in love,” Steve spoke at last, scrubbing a hand over his face. 
“Like we were in love?” Eddie echoed, unable to believe what Steve was implying.  He watched Steve recoil as the words escaped his lips.
‘In love’ wasn’t a description someone used for friendship. Friends weren’t ‘in love’ with each other. Jesus Christ. 
Eddie stood, cringing at the scraping sound his chair made against the tile floor. He really hoped he wasn’t reading this wrong. 
“Please don’t punch me in the face,” Eddie grumbled under his breath as he crossed the space between them. 
Steve remained rooted to the spot as Eddie hesitantly placed a hand on his cheek. He remained still. His brown eyes swelled wide and locked on Eddie’s. He waited for a beat, just long enough for Steve to pull away if that’s not what he wanted. When he didn’t, Eddie pulled him closer, crashing their lips together, his fingers snaking their way to the back of Steve’s neck. Holy shit, Steve was kissing him back. 
Eddie lost the capacity for logical thought somewhere between Steve’s hand finding his ass, and his tongue slipping into his mouth. When they did pull apart, Eddie felt breathless and boneless. 
“Wait, you actually love me?” Eddie asked when his brain finally came back online. Steve nodded, looking equally as shocked. 
“I told you that months ago,” Steve confirmed. 
“I didn’t know you meant it like that... you were so damn unbothered I thought you...” Eddie’s voice trailed off, a vague memory spiking of a story Dustin had told him a lifetime before. It was something to do with Steve’s dating advice. From what Eddie remembered, he’d stressed the importance of acting aloof, as if that actually worked for anyone. 
“I didn’t want to come on too strong,” Steve argued, sounding equally exasperated. 
“You, Steve Harrington, are a dumbass,” Eddie scoffed disbelievingly. 
“How the hell am I in love with you?” 
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exilepurify · 10 months
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I’ve gotta say, if Ritsu hadn’t fostered his own personal growth and realized that he was complicit in perpetuating a cycle of trauma between himself and Shigeo, and if he instead had allowed himself to be hurt by Shigeo again in Confession Arc, I think it would’ve sent Shigeo to a point beyond saving. I don’t think even Reigen’s confession could’ve snapped him out of the despair of it. Ritsu (and Teru’s) role in the situation was absolutely vital to it ending well.
After having grieved and mourned it for so many years, if Shigeo had to watch himself hurt Ritsu, nothing would work anymore. That would’ve been the end for him, at least figuratively. I don’t think he could fully heal from it—at least not for a long time. Because that would be explicit confirmation that he is unsafe, that he is a monster, and that he cannot trust himself. Shigeo would’ve either completely shut down or have seen no reason to try anymore and let loose completely.
Despite Reigen being the one to “officially” calm Mob down, I cannot stress enough how vital Ritsu was to this process, especially his intelligence and compassion. Sometimes the kindest and most forgiving thing you can do for someone you love is to refuse to be their victim.
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Okay, I know the idea of Gl*ry h*les are kind of over played but just the thought of newly appointed Pro Hero Dynamite not only going there, but being a frequent attendant.
There is a special place that only the elite and wealthy know about. Think pro heroes, government officials and celebs that allow them to enjoy such obscene acts in a peaceful and quite arena.
They have a more “open” space that’s the typical scene. Just a quirk proof wall with small holes in them, just large enough for a hero to stick his leaky cock in for a nice, wet, blowie. It’s the cheaper option and for those who have no shame (read ChargeBolt).
Then of course they have private rooms for those who are a bit more dignified and that’s where you see Bakugo quite often, at least more often then you would ever expect. He never fully sees anyone (a private curtain hides the attendant that collects the money at the beginning and to get to your room is simple, just follow the long hallway of wood floors to the numbered room the attendant gives).
It takes a few times before he finds the person that he always requests, you.
Normally requesting a person is taboo, but Bakugo throws enough money at the place and you that the place allows him to break the rules (even the biggest rule of all, knowing your schedule as soon as you do so he knows when to come in).
He has no idea what you look like, and hell, even you have no clue who specially requests you all of the time, you just enjoy the fat bonus you get every time he comes in.
Bakugo uses you as a warm hole to get himself off and you both love every second of it.
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monikamarkovova · 1 year
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Hey Ren, do you have pets around here?
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also two guys too again
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rt-closetcryptic · 1 year
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How would you hold a Darling?
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mendely · 7 months
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the james webb space telescope probably looks like a genetic fuckup and anatomical freak compared to other telescopes I need someone well versed in space telescope engineering to explain it to me like space telescopes are dogs and the webb is a really fucked up breed of telescope. like a telescope borzoi
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nibblyssacrifice · 6 months
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im having enjolras/grantaire brainrot
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chronicbeans · 4 months
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Does anybody else have those moments where they have no idea what a random piece of media is, but they get a random video or ad that shows a character, and you immediately go:
"Oh no. I'm now going to simp over this character. I must now research everything about this piece of media, just for this random character. This is going to be my next three days."
Because that's now me after I saw a video about this movie called Wish, with the character King Magnifico on the thumbnail. He's going to be my life for the next three days.
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dnalt-d2 · 3 months
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Alright, alright, I've watched the death from every possible view, and somehow NO ONE actually saw it, which is wild to me
Because that death happened INSTANTLY
And the way the workers immediately stopped moving afterwards like they were surprised, almost makes me feel like that wasn't supposed to happen like that
Like, from the way everyone was acting before that, it's pretty clear that an egg was either supposed to lose a life, or get pretty damn close. But what happened there SPECIFICALLY didn't feel purposeful
Obviously this is just my speculation, and I doubt it'll get reversed or anything, but I do have to agree that the way it happened feels unsatisfying. Kinda similar to how Etoiles lost his first fight against the Code. Like the admins had to step in to make a plot thing happen. Which I understand, things like that are necessary, but that doesn't change the way it feels, you know???
(Also I can sense the angst from both Bad and Phil. Bad always blames himself when an egg dies, and we know that the Eye Guys are specifically looking for Phil right now. On top of whatever Phil was hinting at for tomorrow, it's gonna be a day for various reasons I'm sure)
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thigholstercas · 1 year
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allovesthings · 21 days
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This is absolutely the best time of both of theirs lives . No dead parents or dead best friends or mental breakdowns or anything else horrifying happening in theirs life recently (LIES).
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emotionsandphenomena · 5 months
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As Stephen [Ira] left the stage, he quipped, “You know what they say—trans girls play video games, trans boys write slash fiction.”
I hadn’t known that, actually. I was like, Huh. Later I thought about it and I was like, Oh. And then I thought about it some more and I was like, Oh NO. It was going to be incredibly inconvenient and time-consuming, but it was the only path forward: I had to rewrite the whole novel. Fay was trans, and I owed it to the novel to explore the implications of this, which meant I was now writing a trans story.
I’d be lying if I said it never crossed my mind, over the next three years of writing and rewriting, that this might also say something about me. In fact, besides men having sex with each other, I thought of little else. But it was an abstract, hypothetical thought. After all, what was I going to do, transition? I didn’t have time for that. For God’s sake, I was trying to write a novel here
made me shriek-cry-laugh at work. stream idlewild
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somecunttookmyurl · 11 months
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i wasn't alive for the cyclonicanestorm in 1987, obviously. still about 3 years off being born.
but my favourite thing about it is the fact that sevenoaks in kent was so named for seven oak trees that have been there (or direct ancestors of said trees, at any rate) since about 800 AD
in 1987 six of the then-current crop of oak trees were destroyed in said storm. so it became one oak
they planted another 7
so. uh. now there are 8
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hashtagonlyingotham · 2 years
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my Mom’s new knitting group is actually Harley Quinn’s rogue stitch ‘n bitch and somehow she hasn’t realized yet. She just told me about the “nice young lady” who gave her a new hat pattern and I don’t have the heart to tell her it’s poison ivy. #onlyingotham
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i feel like it still needs to be fixed but i'll do it tomorrow. i'm very tired
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