#dude i don’t even care it’s tommy

[oopstheregoesthatlifeofmine]

i’m genuinely so happy - canon bi buck for the win omg

abc i could kiss you on the lips

[trash-bin-ary]

I always forget that there’s people that actually hate everyone that likes dsmp, noooo you don’t get it there’s nuance! A lot of the creators Suck and there were Bad parts of the fandom but then there was the good parts and there was love! The love was there, doesn’t that matter!

[unkreativstermensch]

"Still super jealous as hell by the way.“

"Okay, now, can you…get outta my face?“ Steve annoyedly swats a hand at Eddie’s chest and ducks out of his space.

Eddie sighs and shakes his head. "Why are you-" He purses his lips, thinks. "You don’t…you still don’t like me very much, do you?"

At that Steve stops walking, huffs out an annoyed breath and presses his eyes closed. He turns to Eddie, looks at him with an expression Eddie can’t read and says, "No, Eddie. No, I don’t."

Eddie just watches him for a second, not sure what to do, studies his face, the furrow between his brows, the clear discomfort in his expression.

He scoffs. Getting a little angry. "Jesus, man,“ he says. "You just can’t get over it, huh? And here I was rambling on about how you were actually a good dude after all, but…no, turns out Steve Harrington is still just as much stuck in his stupid high school mindset as I would have thought.“

Steve just looks more annoyed now, a slight shift in his eyebrow and…he looks…frustrated? A little? How does that make sense?

"You,“ Steve says, voice low, but not because of the monsters, Eddie knows that much, "are unbelievable.“

Eddie blinks. "What?“

"Eddie, you’re the one who can’t get over it,“ Steve accuses him. "You always talk about that non-conformist shit and how people should just stop with the categories and drawers and labels but, dude, you’ve never judged people that way yourself! I have been saved in your brain as this dumb idiot jock ever since you’ve known me and…“ Steve huffs out an unbelieving breath. "And Eddie, I don’t know what to tell you…but you’ve never been nice to me. Ever. And when Lucas made the basketball team, which is amazing, by the way, you weren’t proud of him or supported him for that incredible achievement like you should have if he’s really one of your 'little sheep‘.“ He draws quotation marks in the air. "You punished him for it. You said you can’t make Hellfire? Fuck you. I’m just gonna have the most important part of the campaign without you, because you know what, you don’t deserve us anymore now that you’ve joined the dark side. Now that you’ve taken up a…a jock game. Because god forbid, somebody could actually ever enjoy playing sports.“

Eddie can’t follow. His mind’s lagging behind, still stuck on Steve apparently knowing DnD terms and saying he was never nice to him and-

Steve takes another step back.

"Eddie, for as long as I can remember you hated me. And yeah, sure, I was stupid and I did some stupid things, but…“ he shrugs one sided. "But I don’t think I deserve to be treated that way. I think I at least deserved a chance. And you never gave me one.“

Eddie blinks. "What do you mean I never gave you a chance, I-"

"Biology, sophomore year,“ Steve interrupts him. "We were assigned lab partners. I tried to really…put all of it aside, tried to get to know you, because actually, Eddie, you know what? I was sort of obsessed with you. Because you were so…loud and so unashamedly yourself, I admired you so much. You didn’t care about anything and you stood up for yourself and that’s something I’ve never been able to do, my whole life. I…“ Steve looks down, sighs a little. "I let people push me around because it’s the only way I feel like I can be of use. But you…you made me believe that maybe actually I…could do it, you know? Like, tell Tommy H. off or something…“ He looks so hurt. Eddie kind of wants to die. "But you…you acted like it was the worst thing ever, getting partnered with me. You didn’t even look at me. You…never gave me a chance, Eddie. So…sorry if one 'you’re actually a good dude, Harrington' doesn’t make me forget all of that, make up for it. Because I’m not so sure I believe you.“

Oh.

Oh no.

Eddie fucked up.

[lovebugism]

heyy i have a request <33

just read ur shy reader x steve fic where she gives him his phone number back and then hits her head and he’s just so 🥰🥰🥰 abt it all. i know it’s a prequel to a fic where they’re finally together but could i politely request a fic from when they did get together. maybe tommy tries picking on her again but steve actually stops him that time🩷🩷🩷

thanks for requesting :D part of the king!steve universe! — steve defends you from his asshole friends (shy!fem!r established relationship, hurt/comfort | 1k)

The air smells overwhelmingly of the late summer season. Of nighttime and dewy grass and chlorine and Steve The Hair Harrington. 

The boy himself lazes in the lawn chair next to yours, much too far for your liking. The warm scent of his cologne lingers between you and cradles you in his absence. 

You tilt your chin to your shoulder and admire the sharp edges of Steve’s profile in silence. Your heavy eyes fall from his pronounced browbone, to the slope of his chiseled nose, and finally to the plush of his pink lips. Too pretty for his own good.

“You can swim if you want to,” you murmur when you catch him eyeing Tommy and Carol splashing each other in the steaming pool. “You know that, right?”

Steve’s brows furrow, as though offended by the question. “I’m okay here.”

“I just don’t want you to think you have to stay here with me—”

“I don’t care about swimming with those two shitheads, alright? Honest,” the boy interjects, then turns to look at you fully. Honey glitters in his dark eyes, which melt with a quiet adoration. In a similarly warm tone, he confesses, “I just wanna spend time with you.” 

A petaled smile blooms on your mouth. You purse your lips to the side in a futile attempt to conceal it, which only makes Steve’s smug grin grow. He knows what he’s doing to you. And it’s maddening.

“You can flirt with your girlfriend without being an asshole, you know?” Tommy calls from the shallow end of the pool, freckled arms folded along the concrete edge. He shakes wet hair from his face and jokes, “Dissing your friends isn’t exactly a turn-on. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?”

Your face burns when he turns to you. The unwanted attention makes your throat catch and your stomach do backflips. ‘Cause no matter how many times Steve invites you to these hangouts, you know you’ll never truly fit in. Not here. Not with them.

Steve, seemingly sensing your discomfort as you shift in your seat, calls back. “Hey, Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

"Dick,” the darker-haired boy chuckles. 

Carol swims over to him, then, and mounts his back. She wraps all her dainty limbs around him like a koala. Tommy accommodates her weight with little effort. “Hey, Wallflower. Why don’t you hop in? The water’s warm.”

As if you didn’t already know that you were less than friends, the use of the horrid nickname was further confirmation.

“I don’t know how to swim,” you confess in a mousy voice.

“I could always teach ya,” he offers, mostly polite, but still distantly creepy in his way. “You’ve got a bathing suit under all that, right?”

“Uh… Yeah?”

The corner of his mouth lifts in a faint smirk. His dark eyes flit up and down your form like he can see right through your oversized t-shirt. “Nice,” he hums.

Carol scoffs and swats his arm. “You’re such a boy.”

Tommy’s freckled face swirls with a boyish offense. “I just wanna know what she looks like under all those clothes! That’s all!” he argues like it’s normal. Like you aren’t there at all.

“Okay, Tommy,” Steve spits. “That’s just gross.”

“What?” he laughs

“You can’t— You can’t just say that!” the boy beside you retorts, talking wildly with his hands. “That’s, like, super sexist, dude.”

Even stewing in your red-hot embarrassment, he manages to get a smile out of you. Not that he’s trying to, anyway. He’s trying to stand up for you — the best he can, at least. It’s not his fault his boyishness is so damn adorable.

“Don’t act like you haven’t said worse shit, Harrington!” 

“Yeah, but I grew up! It’s not my fault you’re still fourteen!”

Tommy rears his arm back to splash him. The warm droplets of the heated pool land mostly on the boy beside you, dampening his sweatshirt in rogue places. A few fall gently on your arm when you flinch away.

“See. Now you’re just proving my point,” Steve deadpans.

“Hey, Wallflower!” Tommy shouts, if only to further provoke his best friend. “If you ever want a break from this hardass, give us a call, alright?”

Carol gasps in offense. “You’re so gross,” she giggles before splashing him with a lighthearted hand. To which Tommy responds with a much bigger, much more dramatic splash of his own. 

The two of them roughhouse like they hate each other and forget you were ever there, while you drown in a riptide of thoughts.

What did she mean by that? your mind races. Does the mere thought of you disgust her? Or does she realize how pervy her boyfriend is? Maybe it’s both. But the thought is still stomach-turning.

Steve looks over at you and softens all over again. “Sorry about him,” he mumbles.

His honeyed voice cuts through all the mean voices in your head. You blink hard and turn to him with less glazed-over eyes. “You’re real cute, you know?” you say with a wavering, mostly sincere grin.

He only shrugs and swipes an anxious hand through his hair, ducking away when his cheeks start to speckle a burning pink color. The chocolate strands fall back over his forehead once more. 

“He doesn’t get to talk to you like that,” he murmurs sheepishly. “Or anyone, but… Especially you.”

“Hardass,” you quip with a mischievous squint.

Steve sends you a playful glare in return. You cave with a pretty laugh. He grins at the sound of it and settles back in his plastic lounge chair, blinking up at the velvet night sky.

“It’s feel good, though,” he mutters with his arms folded over his stomach.

Your brows pinch. “What does?”

“Being the only one who gets to see you under all that.”

Steve flashes you a smirk — pretty, pink, and lopsided. You meet the petaled expression with a lighthearted glower despite the sparkles burning like embers in your chest. 

“Does it?” you monotone.

“Yep,” he answers, popping the p. “It’s an honor, really.”

“Shut up.”

“I feel like I deserve a medal, honestly.”

“Shut up.”

[sweetheartedbylust]

“Behind the curtain” Nikki sixx NSFW

Alright hoes, I got something for y’all again. Hope y’all like it :3.

I NEED HIM

💋

The chants of the crowd and Vince saying goodnight to the fans was all you could hear backstage as you watched as tonight you stayed backstage unlike you as you always liked to be on stage with them, singing and doing anything else they would let you

And soon, the lights dimmed and the boys made their way backstage, you waited for a second after saying hey to all the guys expect for Nikki? Where the hell was he? . And with that thought you felt a hand drag you aside

Startled you turned around to find that familiar pair of green eyes staring you down, “hey pretty girl” he smiled as you sat silent not knowing what the hell he was thinking

“Nikki where were you?” You questioned as he grinned. “Waiting for you actually” he said as before you knew it your back was against the side of the stage behind the curtains and Nikki’s lips were on your neck.

You didn’t even think twice about letting him attack your neck. You didn’t even really think about anything just letting him ravish you.

“Good girl, let me do what I want to you..mhm”

He grinned against your neck before coming down to your top that wasn’t even covering much in the first place and ripping it off of you. His lips were right at your nipple and soon he was right on them, biting and sucking just the way he knew to make you scream. Practically aching for him.

“Nikki please.. I want you” . You said with a whine as he kept up his teasing. “ you want what baby? Tell me what you want” he teased making you wanna just take it yourself but you kept up, “you in me Nikki, your dick..please” you said as he got as much of his heavy clothes off.

“You know, you should be careful of what you say” he said making you cock your head , “what do you mean- oh” you said as you let out a squeak as he picked you up and put you right on his dick.

“Fuck, now be good and let me ruin this little pussy” he said as he started to thrust up into you, making you let out strings of curses. But that didn’t last as his hand swiftly covered your mouth. “you don’t want the boys to hear do you, you little slut” as he picked up his pace making you practically go numb for him.

“I wanna cum balls deep in this pussy, would you like that huh?” He teased as you nodded your head as by now his hand was letting go the grip on your mouth letting you finally speak again

“Please Nikki, I wanna cum” you whined as you felt your high coming. “It’s okay baby, cum on my dick. Let everyone here know that you’re my whore” he said and with that. You came all over his dick as he was still approaching his high. Making you. Even more overstimulated than you already were.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum” he said with his head almost throwing it self back and soon you felt his load coating your insides as he let you off of him and came down beside you.

“I’m sorry if that was kinda unexpected” he said. “No, it was kinda nice actually” you laughed as Nikki finally having some alone time with you in between his tour was pretty refreshing however in a matter of 3 seconds

“ hey dude we need to- OH.” Tommy said his eyes going wide as he shut the door to the side stage and slowly walked out. As Nikki quickly gave you a kiss and got himself together and probably was going to go rant at him, tours with the boys was fucking crazy but it’s always fun.

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[captain-mj]

This is an ask to remind you to write the ghost poured alcohol and spit into soaps mouth at a concert fic. Pretty please... do write it uwu

Thank you thank you thank you i really wanted an excuse to write this other than me being self indulgent

Simon forgot what exactly Tommy had called the pills he had taken. He just knew he felt great.

From an outsiders point of view, he looked good too. Simon knew that. Jason had helped him with his makeup so he had a large painted black Glasgow smile and blacked out eyes that streaked down. At some point, he had lost his shirt. His jacket didn’t really keep the cold out but in his opinion, it made him look better.

Simon downed more alcohol, his head swimming. The world was fading in and out with the bump of the music. It was so much better than being sober.

There was some… guy. Staring at him. He had dark hair and he was dressed kinda strange. Long sleeved blue shirt and jeans rather than scene gear. It made him stand out almost as much as those pretty blue eyes.

Simon licked his lips. “Hey buddy. Need something or are you just staring?”

The man spoke in gibberish in a thick Scottish accent. Simon wondered if he was higher than he thought or if the guy simply spoke another language.

“You speak English?” He slurred out, staggering closer to him.

That upset him. Quite a bit. He spoke more of his gibberish at him. He looked a bit younger. Simon wondered vaguely if he was old enough to be there, but Simon wasn’t exactly old enough either so…

“Want a drink?”

He paused His angry rambling to look at Simon closely before nodding and reaching for it.

Simon held it above his head, using his height to make sure he’d have to jump for it. “Nah. Tilt your head back.”

Mystery guy paused and clearly hesitated before doing as told. He let Simon grip his jaw gently and opened his mouth obediently. When in Rome. Or when you’re in Manchester you let a high, hot guy pour alcohol into your mouth.

Simon was careful not to drown him. He had done this before. It was cheap liquor, no doubt burned on the way down but he took it like a champ. Their eyes met and the burn in Simon’s chest was definitely not cause of the alcohol. This dude was fucking hot.

When the Scot tilted his head to try to get him to stop, Simon spit into his mouth and let go of him. The Scot quickly closed it so the alcohol wouldn’t get on his shirt. He looked flustered as he swallowed and Simon could see how his pupils dilated.

Simon grinned and put his hand on his shoulder. “Don’t understand a word you’re saying, love. But if you wanna go i co-“

Tommy jumped on Simon’s back, laughing. “Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, where were you?”

In the brief moment he stumbled, the Scot fled, leaving Simon with a case of blue balls and very pissed off. “You’re the fucking worst.”

~~~

“There’s no fucking way that was you.” Ghost argued. “We’re four years apart! It doesn’t even make sense.”

Soap crossed his arms. “You made me realize i was fucking gay and into taller men and you refuse to believe me.”

Ghost shook his head. “No way. You’re delusional.”

Soap gaped at him. “The guy who jumped on you called you Si! He had skull makeup on!”

“Fuck off, Johnny.”

“Oh come on, Lt. you wanna recreate it?”

[cranberrymoons]

do something about it

prompt: accidental confession (discord drabble) word count: 956 rated: m tags: STOMMY 😇🗣️ no upside down au, pining, drunken confession, making out

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Tommy sighs as he slumps back against the headboard. 

The party’s still going on outside of his room, lights and thumping music, and there’s someone in the kitchen with a lampshade on their head or something probably, and there’s someone’s empty beer can on his nightstand but he’s too gone to really care. He kind of just wants to curl up and sleep, but –

The door bangs open, and he jerks in surprise, but then relaxes. 

It’s just Steve. 

Steve with his perfect smile and his perfect face and his perfect soft hair, even after he disappeared upstairs earlier with some sorority girl – of course it fucking is, it’s always perfect – and his eyes are big and sleepy and slow-blinking as he flops down on his back at the end of Tommy’s bed. Endless tanned skin and long-fingered hands and that smile when he turns his head and catches Tommy’s eye.

And just – he’s so pretty. 

He’s always been so, so pretty, and Tommy has never wanted to kiss him more than he does right now. Which is saying something, because he basically always wants to kiss Steve. Has always wanted to kiss Steve, even back before he knew that was an option. Not that he actually knows it’s an option now, kissing Steve specifically, but kissing in general is –

Whatever. 

Point is, he’s probably a little bit in love with him or something. Or maybe even a lot. How embarrassing. Carol used to even make fun of him for it, this big stupid crush on Steve. She was joking, probably, but she was also right.

He watches Steve’s face shift, his mouth opening into a little oh and his eyes going slightly wide. He pulls himself up to sit, folding a leg under himself as he turns to face Tommy.

“You what?” 

Tommy frowns. Blinks once, then again. “What?”

Steve clears his throat. “You said…”

His cheeks are pink and beautiful, and so is his mouth as he speaks, but –

Tommy feels a cold wave of panic wash through him. The plastic cup slips in his hand as he grips it tighter, and he sets it down on the nightstand, sitting up straighter. 

At what point did the thinking turn into talking, and how much did he say, and how absolutely fucked is he?

“Dude.” He gives a weak laugh. “You know I’m always talking shit.”

A line appears between Steve’s eyebrows, but he’s smiling a little and still so pink, and Tommy thinks that probably means he’s not about to get his ass kicked. 

“So you don’t think I’m pretty?”

Tommy blinks. “Obviously you are,” he says, because apparently his dick to brain to mouth filter is broken. “Obviously.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. “So do something about it.”

Tommy swallows reflexively. “What?”

“You said you wanted to kiss me,” Steve says, and that’s when Tommy notices the hand pressing into the top of his thigh, realizes Steve has uncurled himself and risen up onto his knees and is leaning forward into his space. “Do something about it.”

Tommy glances to either side, like he’s looking for someone else that Steve could be talking to, but there’s no one – just them and the relative darkness of the room and the receding noise of the party still going on downstairs.

“It’s not just a drunk thing,” Tommy says. His voice comes out quiet, now that Steve is so close. “For me.”

Steve takes a breath and nods. “Okay.”

He’s staring at Tommy’s mouth as he says it, and Tommy wonders if his lips are pink like Steve’s. His tongue darts out to lick them, and Steve sways closer. 

“I don’t want to do it if we’re just going to pretend it never happened,” he says.

Steve nods, glancing back up to meet Tommy’s eye. Again, “Okay.”

His fingers dig into the muscle of Tommy’s thigh, just a few points of pressure, and that’s the thing – that’s what tips him over the edge. His hand comes up to grab onto Steve, half in his hair and half on his cheek, angling his face up as he pushes forward to meet him, sparks shooting off behind his eyes, because finally.

It’s not very good at first as kisses go – their teeth click together, and Steve’s tongue tastes a little like cheap beer as it pushes into his mouth, but then the angle changes and –

“Fuck,” Tommy says. Steve plants a knee on either side of his hips and settles down in his lap, hands threading back through his hair to drag him into another kiss. “Fuck.”

It’s somehow exactly how he’s always pictured it and also so much better, because he never could have pictured this – Steve real and warm and heavy on top of him, hard against him where they’re pressed together, the breathy little gasp he lets out when Tommy’s hand slides down his back to span out over his waist.

He’s never going to be able to go back to picturing it after this.

Steve’s hand grapples back to find his, threads their fingers together and pulls him away, and Tommy’s heart lurches in his chest, bracing for him to draw back, change his mind, decide this is too much – but Steve just draws his hand further around until Tommy has a handful of his ass through the tight denim of his jeans.

Steve grinds down against him, and Tommy’s head falls back with a thud, groaning as he stares up at the ceiling. Steve’s mouth attaches itself to his neck and works down toward his collar, and he feels like his whole brain is spinning with how much he wants.

And finally, after years and years and years of this, he lets himself take.

[also on ao3]

[stardustbuck]

“tommy is not even enthusiastic or excited to hangout with buck like he is eddie. he spends the entire episode laughing and smiling hanging out with eddie and whether or not that interest is romantic or platonic—“ im gonna stop you right there.

that’s THE difference. with buck and tommy currently dating, it’s 100% safe to assume tommy had only platonic intentions with eddie (because its kinda weird to think a gay man will automatically be into every guy they meet and can’t just be friends with them) but he’s romantically interested in buck. therefore the approach with buck is going to be much different.

does tommy even know if buck is queer? he definitely picked up on the vibes in the loft scene. but while you may interpret it differently, we can also interpret that tommy could be just as anxious to be the one to contact buck first to hang out, possibly in fear of rejection/reading the room wrong. the vibe of the harbor scene is flirtatious, maybe it’s difficult to see it the first time because hey, it’s two guys, but watching it back a second time it’s there and you can practically see tommy trying to feel out the vibe himself. he also tells buck to hit him up at the end. we didn’t get to see tommy’s side of it all. it could be implied tommy was also fishing for information about buck from chris, that tommy could have been hoping eddie would invite buck to hangout, we simply don’t know! but what i do know is that if tommy was to be a bad guy in the story, we would have known by now. 911 doesn’t exactly shy away from showing you who the villains are in the story.

furthermore,

why else would tommy kiss buck? because buck’s a dude and tommy’s desperate? the excuse that tommy is just wanting to get to the 118 is overused and ridiculous. he already has the 118. he’s friends with hen, chim and eddie outside of buck and bobby was his boss before too. is he getting a little small found family in return? sure, but to think tommy’s some evil mastermind about is… definitely a choice.

saying that tommy letting buck set the pace means he making buck do all the work is also just, completely fucking wrong. tommy letting buck set the pace means he cares, because he doesn’t want to pressure buck, he wants to make sure they’re moving at a speed buck is comfortable with. buck is a newfound bisexual, it’s actually pretty considerate for tommy to let buck take the reigns of the relationship.

then, to even imply tommy only might want buck for sex is also just, gross. if that’s all he wanted he would have been gone after their date. he wouldn’t agree for a second chance, he wouldn’t put in the effort to show up for buck. he could just go on grindr, it’s fucking los angeles dude. this is a guy ready for a steady, committed relationship.

im once again begging you guys to actually watch the show without any biases. you’d be able to understand and pick up on what is truly happening on your screen if you did.

addition: also to act like tommy has never smiled or laughed around buck… be for real.

[lover-of-mine]

https://www.tumblr.com/lemotmo/755374254590246912/can-we-take-a-minute-to-talk-about-how-todays-bts

This is spot on. The BT fandom has worked so hard to completely try and twist the narrative 9-1-1 has put forward. I’m not surprised Oliver is blocking people and not promoting the ship because there isn’t anything worth promoting and if I were him or a showrunner I would also be annoyed that a small amount of fans are trying to hijack a storyline. BT fans act like the general audience loves Tommy when I genuinely think the general audience just does not care one way or another about Tommy. Because the show has not given any reason to care about him. The only people that care so strongly (either liking or disliking him) are fandom people online who are stuck in discourse. That is not the majority of viewers. We’re going into season 8 - we don’t have a guarantee of how many seasons are left. Now that they’ve moved networks and we’re given the green light they’re going to focus on the storyline that wraps up their main characters arcs in the most satisfying way (which based on everything we’ve seen in this show is Buddie) not trying to start from scratch for both Buck and Eddie with new relationships. And if they DID want to pair Buck and Eddie with other people they would’ve actually tried to develop Buck and Tommy in season 7 and they very purposefully didn’t.

clickable link for the post because it's very spot on

The thing with the cameos is that it turned a narrative that was supposed to be about Buck and turned it into a narrative about Buck and Tommy. There is nothing in canon that backs up the idea that Tommy is anything other than just some guy. The show didn't restart at season 7 and if they wanted to make Buck and Tommy something with a fighting chance, Tommy would've existed in the narrative beyond the coming out plotline. Taylor's storyline was complete with beef with lafd personnel and a canon tragic backstory. If they wanted to make people care about Tommy they would've. They made it with Taylor with 4 episodes. You want me to believe they couldn't do it with Tommy after 6? Lou was putting out headcanon after headcanon and people took that as gospel as if he was reading scripts and had input from writers when Lou said in an interview that they didn't even tell him what label Tommy was supposed to have when they filmed the kiss. The show created a very clear narrative that shows that the relationship is not that serious. And if we are taking word of god as canon, Tim said that it's a "level entry relationship" and used the word "first fling" multiple times. First implies a second and fling is as unserious as it can get. The actual show is saying something, the creator of the show is saying the same thing. But sure, the actor they are paying and prompting has more say than the actual source material 🙄🙄. This story is about making Buck bi. Nothing else. If they wanted to make this be a Buck finally found his person, they would've developed Tommy into someone who's at least a little bit likeable, not continuously make him look worse every time he opens his mouth. If Oliver really is frustrated with this and blocking people because people hijacked the storyline he's telling, he has every right to be. He wanted to tell a nice story about Buck being bi and now he's caught having to dodge people who want him to walk up to the creators and say they have to marry Buck and Tommy by 802 or else he walks, when he clearly just wanted it to be about Buck's identity. Somehow Buck got pushed to the background of his own story by this very loud group of people while being aided by an actor who's creating a pr nightmare. The story is about Buck exploring bisexuality not about Buck falling in love with Tommy and it's painfully clear. The fact that people can't see it because someone paid a dude 100 and something dollars to say they are "thriving" is madness and shows the lack of basic media literacy.

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Ok so random thought, but what if Steve was trans (ftm) and no one realizes it. Not even Robin. Just hear me out on this.

The first question out of this I know I’ll get is “Why wouldn’t Steve come out to Robin as well? Why doesn’t Robin know?” Well in my head cannon I believe Steve is aware that he’s trans but just simply forgets. He’s just a guy being a dude in a very judgemental world. That and he’s under stealth mode, he doesn’t want to be treated differently. He’s proud to be trans but in his mind he’s like any other guy, he doesn’t stand out. He’s transitioned socially that he doesn’t even think to much about it unless he’s in the men’s bathroom.

(Also for this au that is being built from scratch this is going to be modern, because I don’t want to accidentally put my experiences as a trans man on a transguy in the 80’s. I’m fully aware that they are different which is why I’m turning this into a modern au.)

There’s loopholes in this idea but I don’t care. Just Steve Harrington who is still getting used to being treated like a man socially. He doesn’t understand the hand shake thing with Lucas or the other jocks and he’s still a bit nervous about all of it. Like he’s finally fitting what he feels and he loves it but hates it at the same time. Because now he has to learn how to be a proper “gentleman” in public, which is a lot easier then hoe he was taught to be a lady. Now both of his parents are not conservative. Shockingly. So they are more open to things then most. Though secretly his father has always wanted a son to pass the business down to and this is the perfect opportunity. His mother isn’t to happy but she finally gets on board. Once he’s sixteen he starts hormones and switches schools, where he becomes king steve. Where he falls into a toxic masculine group of Tommy’s so he can “fit” in.

But then things start to go down hill with the upside down. And everything goes by normal. He meets Robin and they are two pees in the pod. Just missing one, that they are not really searching for but are?

The whole trans thing comes up when they are all in the boat and Steve’s a bit panicked because this means he has to take his shirt off in front of them. This can go to so different ways.

A) He hasn’t had top surgery yet and is currently wearing his binder. Which is skin toned but doesn’t match. He’s beat red as he catches the curious eyes of all of them on the boat. None of them knowing what a binder is. Robin of course asks what that is, and avoiding the question he jumps in and goes under. (You aren’t supposed to swim with your binder on) and he regrets all of his life decisions before coming back up and then being pulled back down. Everyone of course follows along, and after all of it Steve is in a lot of pain. Between the bite and his ribs he has no choice but to pull his binder off. Everything is explained and he’s really embarrassed as he finally gets the damn thing off while holding his chest. Trying to hide his boobs, in which Eddie ends up coming over with the vest. Wrapping it around Steve carefully with the most awkward back pat ever. Like it’s not brought up, but Steve does end up wearing one of Eddie’s old baggy shirts from what’s “83” but really a different year because it’s modern. And his vest as well to help cover his chest and it’s the most gender euphoria ever. (Also he still has a hairy chest, so before he gets the shirt and the vest is covering most of his moobs Eddie nearly dies seeing his chest hair)

Or it goes B) where he’s had top surgery but it’s been a bit more recent. He’s still recovering and he has to awkwardly check his wrap his on properly before diving in. Like he shouldn’t be swimming either and he has to awkwardly explain what top surgery is to them. And robin who can’t help the jokes

“I thought you liked boobs!”

But just Steve being fully accepted. And after everything Eddie just sneaks some more baggy masculine clothes that Steve has been wanting to wear but weren’t preppy enough for his parents.

Like there is so much with this idea

(This all started because I pictured Steve with top surgery scars with Eddie’s vest, but also pre op steve with his vest is also equally as gender. Though do not feminize his chest or else I’ll bite you.)

[begebege28]

My thoughts. Please don’t come for me.

Ever since that man is has been introduced back on our screens, and is now kissing Buck, it’s like we aren’t allowed to view Eddie anything other than, straight? It’s so interesting because we all over the years whether or not people shipped buddie, people viewed them as queer coded. Therefore, queer individuals identified and connect to their story. Now, we can’t because…… NOW it matters what’s canon in show? NOW, it matters what the actors say? REALLY NOW? Did we forget throughout the seasons, the SR and Oliver when discussing buck, classified him as straight… because at that time, he was. To buck and BuckTommy fans, you NEVER viewed buck as bi or queer coded DURING his previous relationships when he was CANONICALLY straight or when Oliver and co said he was straight in interviews? how he talked about his relationship with Natalia pre s7. Bi buck wasn’t even supposed to happen this season. So now they are tying to use Ryan’s comments as a “gotcha”…. They love to throw out the term “actual representation”.. but it’s like, you talk about “actual representation” but bi buck was simply a LAST MINUTE decision. They were gonna continue with buck and Natalia. But due to scheduling it fell though. Then it was gonna be buck and Lucy (same thing). Then Eddie and Tommy. AND THEN WE GET to buck and Tommy. They think Tim is master and this “great love story” but if that was the case, they would have planned them from the start. Not a last minute decision as Oliver admitted. Why have these scenes if you want the audience root for them. For example, their first date. Why include Eddie? Why make it awkward for buck. Why did Tommy leave buck stranded on the sidewalk looking like an idiot. It’s NOT Tommy didn’t have a right to leave. What we are saying is the “joke” wasn’t funny. Why even say it? Especially since Tommy is “so confident” Second, if Tommy knew he wasn’t ready, why continue with the date after buck made the “hot chicks” comment. He clearly saw and realized, and buck TELLING HIM. “THIS IS MY FIRST DATE WITH A DUDE, and IM AN ALLY”. Like…. It’s not rocket science. He led him on. Why not show the continuation of the date? They could have easily done that. But they mirror bucks and Natalias where they only showed like 5 minutes. Buck thought they were continuing with the date to go to the movie. Tommy couldn’t give him the benefit of the doubt. Especially he KNOWS what buck is going through… Tommy immediately, seconds after coming outside of the restaurant ordered the Uber and WAITED until he opened the door of the car to tell him. That’s fucked up and fuck him for that. Then they had buck apologize because he wasn’t ready to come out? LIKE HUH? Or Tommy’s continuation comments of being jealous of buck, the 118, and the way he belittles buck. “Enjoys while it lasts” after earning his medal? Like do you have to be a POS. WHY WHY for the life of me, have his LI say that if you have the audience to like him. The “daddy joke”. Really? In ANY other context, awesome! But there? I simply can’t. The way I have been watching since s1 and have never seen this much pushback to like a character or couple. None of bucks previous LI had this many “defenders”… AND HE ONLY HAS LIKE 15 minutes of SCREEN TIME. It’s weird.

Now, the plot hole that is 7x04 What stopped buck from reaching out to Tommy after the air hanger. NOTHING? He never called or texted… also, idk if anyone realized buck Tommy knew he was goi he to hang out with Eddie, and YET CONTINUED to invite buck… why show us the last maybe minute before they begin to talk about Eddie and where Eddie is NOW in the frame. Why didn’t they show the beginning where buck comes and meets Tommy? Buck getting upset at Eddie circling the basketball game? Buck grilling Christopher on his thoughts about Tommy? When did he care about Christophers thoughts before about his dads girlfriends or friends? Accusing Tommy of lying to get bonus points with Chris. You think he truly cared which movie is better? Why does he try to make him a bad guy to Maddie? He really didn’t have the time to talk to Eddie to go to the basketball game? Really? You mean to tell he HAD to wait until the gym scene? Or hell… even ask Tommy. When he does talk to Maddie after hurting Eddie, he says “i felt left out”. So that tells me something, he felt left out over not being able to do things with Eddie. the fact that buck didn’t know they were hanging out for 2 weeks? Not that he was trying to get Tommy’s attention

[ladykailitha]

Steddie brain strikes again!

This time with Steve as a former Survivor style competition winner (he auditioned on a dare from Robin) who sued the production company for defamation of character when the show came out and it was edited to make Steve appear mean and bitchy, when the reality was that everyone else in the cast said that he was kind, helpful, and just a joy to be around. And won. (Steve didn’t know it at the time, but Tommy was the reason he got on the show and had been expecting King Steve from high school and instead got Kind Steve and forced the edits [he got fired after the lawsuit]).

Eddie is a rockstar (of course) and head of Corroded Coffin. The band sells out stadiums but likes to do inimate venues like bars and clubs because it gives them a chance to interact with the their fans.

Steve is one of these fans. And goes to a bar concert dressed as he always does. Tight blue jeans and a polo. And he gets to the front of the line to have Eddie (it’s rare to get a signature from the rest of the band, they hate it) sign a vinyl of his favorite record the band did and Eddie greets him cheerfully, asks for his name. Steve refuses to give it because people might not recognize him any more they sure the hell recognize the name. So he just tells him to address it to Eddie’s biggest fan. Eddie does so but senses that some thing is off and asks what wrong. That’s when Steve tell him that he was told he was a fake fan and couldn’t be there for Corroded Coffin. That he must have wandered off the street or something.

Eddie tells him that he doesn’t care what his fans look like as long as they enjoy their music. And tells him to enjoy the show. Steve nods.

After the signing, Eddie goes back to the green room and talks about the polo guy only for Jeff to tell him who Steve is and Eddie is gutted. And completely understands now why he was so reluctant to give out his name. Gareth then tells him that he was pretty sure that Steve left as he didn’t see anyone like that when he went to go grab something from the tour bus.

Eddie is pissed. He goes out on stage and starts one of his rants. He’s famous for them. About how forced conformity works the other way, too. Just because a fan doesn’t look like a metalhead doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy the music. Besides there was no way for them to know why the fan had dressed that way. He could have come straight from work. He could have a home life that makes it hard for him to dress that way, whatever that may look like. Or that could be what the fan likes to wear.

Most of the fans are feeling properly chastised. But there was an asshole close to the front that calls out “Yeah what are you going to do about it?”

“This!” and Eddie walks off the stage.

The crowd is shocked. Eddie Munson just walked away from a concert. Something that had never happened before. Jeff steps up to the mic and says “I’m with him. Free refunds for everyone but that dude. I have your picture on my phone, don’t even try it.”

Then Gareth and Brian look at each and nod. They walk off stage too.

Eddie’s not an ass, he knows he just cost the bar owner a shit ton of money so he goes and finds out how much he’d lose and then cuts him a $5000 check to cover any damage if the crowd riots and they pack up and leave.

The next day Robin comes over screaming about the show Steve was supposed to go to last night. And shows him the video and he turns to her and tells her it’s about him. And tells her what happened last night.

And of course Eddie reaches out and they fall in love.

[starpearlz]

Too fast for love -> Nikki Sixx

Request/ summary -> hey!! can you write something for nikki sixx where reader is tommy’s sister and reader and nikki are hiding their relationship from tommy? maybe he finds out and is like “you had me drum for songs about you wanting to do my sister?” idk.

Summary -> Tommy’s birthday leads to a very interesting conversation..

A/n -> this was so cute

1.8k words, not edited

Nothing is better than waking up to kisses on your cheeks and neck. You have a slight smile at the sensation as you opened your eyes to see a mop of black hair. It was perfect, maybe too perfect. The perfect amount of sunlight to where you don’t want to open your eyes and the perfect temperature. “Good morning..” you mumbled making him look up at you.

“Good morning..” he said before kissing you. You sighed into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer. He pulled back cupping your cheek, “you slept good.. no grouchy morning.” He said making you chuckle, “no grouchy morning.. last night was too good to be grouchy.” You said biting your lip making him smirk.

Last night was perfect, watching Friday the thirteenth in theaters to throw popcorn at high schoolers. Then going to dinner.. which ended up being in a to go box because you two couldn’t wait to go home; hell, you couldn’t even wait to get in the apartment.

You pulled away from the kiss before it led to anything. “I know.. i want to too, but it’s a big day today.” You said making him groan shoving his face in your chest. “Can’t we just stay in bed all day.” He muffled out making you giggle at the vibrations of his voice.

“I wish.. but you have to be at the recording studio by two, and i have too set up for the party” making him groan. today is October third, Tommy’s birthday, the day we’ve been dreading. Tomorrow is our seven month anniversary. And we made a deal that if Tommy didn’t know yet we would tell him in seven months.. we didn’t realize that our anniversary was the day after his birthday.

You honestly want Tommy to know, you love Nikki more than anything. You really don’t know why you’ve kept it a secret so long.. but it’s time. You looked at Nikki who was still in your chest. “Nikki..” you sang as he groaned. You sighed sitting up which made him sit up looking at you.

You cupped his cheeks and gave a small smile. His eyes were closed in annoyance as you kissed all over his face making him laugh. You stopped attacking him and you looked at him with a smile plastered on his face making you giggle as he pulled you into another kiss.

—

You looked at the clock seeing it’s seven fourty-five. “Alright he should be here in about five minutes..” you told Nikki. Vince and Mick were in charge of stalling Tommy after the recording session, while you and Nikki were in charge of the actual party. The party was a hit, you rented a sick beach house with a pool and a huge living room and invited a shit ton of people.

You stopped the music and turned off all the lights, Thankfully you don’t have to scream at them to know it’s a surprise party. Everyone started laughing hiding in different places. You hid behind a lounge chair next to Nikki.

“Dude what are we even doing here.” You heard Tommy you held back a laugh. “Dude just shut up and hurry up.” Vince yelled back at him opening the door. “Why the hell is it so dark in here-“ he said before he found the light switch next to the door. “SURPRISE!”

Tommy had his mouth wide open. “Happy birthday!” You yelled walking over to him with Athena following you. “Did you do this?” He asked with the dorkiest smile on his face. “With the help of them.” You said throwing your hands up towards Nikki who was next to you, Vince and Mick who were next to Tommy. “Aw sweet dude! But hey be careful I thought Mick was gonna have a heart attack.” Making Vince and Tommy laugh while Mick groaned “I wish..”

The party was successful, as long as Tommy was happy was all that mattered. “You did good.” You heard Nikki as he sat next to you on the couch. “We, did good.” You told him smiling as he nodded. As he looked over at Tommy who was chugging a bottle of Jack. “Yep.. he’s having a blast.” You said smiling.

Nikki got up pulling you with him. “Come on, your job is done now you can par-ty!” He said pulling you to the bar making you giggle walking with him holding hands.

—

You groaned waking up to a bright light. You can’t get up.. something on top of you, and it’s fucking heavy. You opened your eyes too see Nikki head on your chest passed out with a bottle of Jack in his hand. Fuck your back, you looked around too see Tommy passed out on the floor too thank god he was in his stomach, you can see he was naked only wear white socks.

You nudged Nikki to wake up, “Nikki.. I need to get up my back hurts..” you mumbled shaking him now. Making him groan pulling his head up too look at you. “Get up, my back hurts!” You said pushing him off next too you as he groaned holding his head. You sat up and noticed all the mess.

“Damn.. I haven’t partied like that since Vince’s birthday..” you said stretching. You got up almost falling in the process. You wobbled to Tommy you nudged him on his shoulder with your foot. Making him wake up in shock pulling his head up.

“Birthday boy, your naked.” You told him as looked around. “What happened..” he said groaning as he threw his head back on the floor. “You had an epic party that’s what happened.” You told him grabbing a napkin and put it on his butt.

“Shit, that was an epic party tho.” He said chuckling deeply. You looked at the pool to notice someone floating. “Shit.. I hope their not dead..”

—

“Dude,” Vince grabbed your arm and pulled you into a guest room. “What?” You asked as he closed the door “dude last night you and Nikki were full on making out last night.” Oh shit, “if me and Mick didn’t pull you off you two would’ve done it in front of everyone.” “Shit.. do you think Tommy will remember?” He scoffed “hell no, I will be amazed if he remembers.”

You nodded, “yeah your right..” you heard a knock on the door and Vince turned to see Tommy peaking his head in. He gave a smile but it wasn’t his goofy smile it was a smile a mom would give “can you come over here please.” He said softly smiling again which made you tense “of course.. brother.” You said walking out the door and him following behind.

You sat down next to Nikki who was on the couch. “Good to see that you’re up.” You told him smiling, as he gave an awkward smile back. He had sunglasses on and was sucked into the couch, you can tell he was hurting from the night before.

Tommy grabbed a chair, you’re guessing it’s from the dining room and pulled it up in front of you two. “So.. I wanted to say thank you for the party, I really did have fun.” You gave a slight smile “I’m glad..” you said as he cleared his throat. “Even though..” oh shit, “I don’t remember anything last night.” You sighed in relief “but I did wake up to a reminder on my hand.” He showed sloppy handwriting on his left hand “I don’t know if I wrote this but it says, ‘don’t forget to kill Nikki for making out with sist’” he read out loud “and I don’t think you would make out with Athena.”

You looked at Nikki not really knowing what to say. “Um-“ “well—“ you looked at Nikki who looked back at you. He motioned for you to talk first, “well.. we actually have something to talk to you about..” Tommy face fell “oh god, don’t tell me you did it with him last night. No Nikki not my sister…” He threw his face in his hands. “No- no, we didn’t do it last night.” He picked his head back up and sighed “thank god..”

“But.. we do have something very important to tell you.” He sighed “ok go tell me I won’t get mad.” You stared at him, “well..” you moved closer to Nikki “we’re.. dating.” You told him grabbing Nikki’s hand. “YOU ASKED HER ON MY BIRTHDAY?!” You shook your head “No Tommy—“ “We’ve been dating for seven months.” Nikki said somewhat bluntly. Tommy’s face went blank making you tense.

“Tommy..” he started laughing like a psychopath “seven months.. whew that’s funny.” He smiled again looking at Nikki who looked at you “see I told you he would handle it ok—“ Tommy threw himself on Nikki and started choking him. “TOMMY!” you got up and tried to get him off “SEVEN MONTHS AND YOUR TELLING ME NOW!” Vince ran out of the room from the yelling.

“Well he found out..” Mick told Vince making Tommy turn around letting go of Nikki as you ran to him asking if he was ok. “YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!” He yelled at Vince making him run his temples “it’s not my relationship, and I only found out a while ago..” Vince mumbled. “And you Mick!”

“I’m not an idiot I knew even before they made it official..” Tommy turned around facing you two. “Seven months.. and you didn’t tell me?” Tommy said sadly making you get up “I’m so sorry.. I got scared, this is an amazing band! And I was scared that you’ll find out and never want to see Nikki again.. we made a promise that if we didn’t tell you we would tell you in our seven month anniversary.”

Tommy sighed, “I think I’m more upset that you told me now and not in March..” you sighed giving him a hug “I’m so sorry Tommy..” he sighed wrapping him arm around you “it’s ok.. as long as you don’t keep a secret like this for so long again.” You laughed “I promise.” You told him pulling away from the hug feeling a arm around your waist.

“And as for you.” Tommy said turning to Nikki making him roll his eyes. “I’m pissed that you didn’t ask me to date her.” Nikki threw his hands up in defense “if I had asked your would’ve said no!” “Of course I would have said no that’s my sister! But you still should’ve asked!” Nikki sighed nodding “alright.. can I date your sister?” “No.”

“Tommy!” “See!” Tommy sighed “obviously I’m gonna say no, but you’re still going to date her no matter what I say!” Making Nikki nod “yeah you’re right..” Tommy thought for a second then his face changed to disgust “wait.. so your telling me.. you had me drum songs about you wanting to do my sister? I’m gonna puke..”

[prentissluvr]

,.. > the weight of his care — joel miller

gn!reader, platonic!reader, fatherfigure!joel , no outbreak ! , reader & sarah are besties; they're both about 17 , hurt/comfort & fluff , cw : reader's parents are divorced/separated, reader lives with their mom, reader's dad is implied to be very frowny face, food mentions, creepy dude mention but father joel will protecc you <3 , wc : 2K

your footsteps quicken along with the pace of your heart, a twinge of panic crawling up your throat as you throw a glance behind you. he’s following me, you realize. it’s been a few minutes since you left the library, and a man has been taking each and every turn that you have. it could’ve been a coincidence at first, but now you can’t shake the thought that it’s not. 

and now, quite frankly, you have no idea what to do. your house is growing nearer by the second, and you wonder if you should make a run for it. but you’d hate the idea of someone creepy knowing exactly where you live, and none of your family is home right now. so your mind immediately lands upon your neighbors, the millers. you’ve been good friends with sarah since the beginning of high school and trust her and her family more than anyone to help you out.

so you stroll past your own house and instead walk up to the front door of the one two houses down. your knock on the door, praying nothing could happen before someone opens it. in the few seconds you have to wait in silence, vulnerable and out in the open, your anxiety builds along with the tears in your eyes.

but the wait is shorter than it actually feels, and the door swings open to reveal the strong frame of sarah’s dad.

“hey there, kiddo. what brings ya here?” he clearly wasn’t expecting you, but he must have noticed your fearful state, as there’s a concerned furrow to his brow.

“can i come in, please?” you ask, trying and failing to keep your voice steady.

“of course,” he reaches out to you, placing a gentle hand on your upper arm to guide you into his home. the second you’re safely inside, he shuts the door and locks it definitively. before he can say anything, apologies begin to tumble out of your mouth.

“mr. miller, i’m sorry. someone was following me home and i just, i didn’t know what to do. no one’s home right now, and–“

he cuts you off with a comforting hand on your shoulder and a gentle voice. “hey hey hey, it’s okay. you’re okay. nothin’ to apologize for. are you alright though?”

taking in a shaky breath, you fight the tears in your eyes to keep from crying. you nod, but can’t seem to answer aloud.

“okay. i’m gonna need you to tell me if this person is still outside, alright?” you nod again, and he gently slips your book bag from your shoulder before guiding you to the living room window with a soft hand hovering over the small of your back. you peer out the blinds, scanning the street.

“he’s not there,” you whisper. 

“good. why don’t you sit down now?” he closes the blinds as you sink into the couch cushions. “kiddo?” he crouches down in front of you and you hang your head as a tear finally slips down your cheek. you’re comfortable with all of the millers, even sarah’s uncle, tommy. but you’ve certainly never cried in front of mr. miller before and can’t help but feel embarrassed about it. even so, you lean into his touch when he rubs comforting circles on your shoulder. you sniffle and he just pulls you closer, allowing you to find comfort in his embrace. “you’re alright.” the way he pats your back is a little bit awkward, but the intention is there and you're finally able to shake the worst of your anxiety. you pull away, wiping at your wet face. he keeps a reassuring hand on your knee, just smiling slightly when you mumble out an abashed apology.

“’s okay. how about i grab you some water?”

“okay,” you nod, taking the time to take a few deep breaths as he disappears into the kitchen. he’s back just seconds later, handing you a full glass. if he notices you shaking as you accept it and bring it up to your lips he doesn’t say anything, just takes the liberty to sit down next to you.

“thank you, mr. miller,” you say after a few sips, voice a bit steadier than before, but quiet still.

“of course, kiddo. it was smart o’ you to come here. if anything else like that happens again and there’s no one home, you come to me, okay?” his words send a rush of reassurance through you.

“m’kay,” you agree.

“good. you can stay here until your mom gets back. sarah’s at another friend’s right now, but i’ll call her and let her know you’re here. is that alright?”

“well, yes, but… mr. miller, my mom is out of town. she’s visiting her parents, she won’t be back until tomorrow night,” you explain.

“that’s no problem. you know you’re more than welcome to sleep over here, you always have been.” you’re about to breathe a sigh of relief at his offer, knowing you wouldn’t feel as safe anywhere else. but his next words send a different kind of panic through you. “unless you’d like me to drive you to your dad’s? he lives in the city, right?”

to that, you have no idea what to say. that’s absolutely the last thing you want right now, but you really don’t feel too inclined to discuss your daddy issues with joel miller.

“no, no, that's alright, mr. miller. i wouldn’t want you to have to drive me all the way out there and back.” you manage to avoid the real reason behind it all, but he pushes back out of his kindness.

“i wouldn’t mind that at all. listen, kiddo, you just experienced something pretty scary, and if driving you to your dad’s would help you feel more safe and comfortable, that’s something i’m more than willing to do. i completely understand that.” he’s genuine, and the way he says it is comforting, his words meaning more to you than you would ever tell him. of course, he doesn’t realize the comfort you receive from him is so valuable because of the lack thereof that you’d find with your own father.

“i, um–” you struggle to find what to say to assure him you’ll be just fine, better even, if you stay here without saying too much. “i think i’d rather stay here, if that’s alright.” your vague, hesitant words become your saving grace when he nods.

“i understand that, too.” from his tone of voice and the way he doesn’t push again, you wonder if maybe he’s overheard from conversations with sarah just how much you don’t like your dad, and you can’t find it in you to feel too awkward about it.

“thank you,” you say, wondering if he hears the double meaning. thank you for letting me stay with you. furthermore, thank you for not taking me to my dad’s.

“of course. you can hang out wherever you’d like until sarah gets here, then we can go get some dinner.”

“alright.”

he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze before standing and grabbing his phone from the coffee table. “i’m gonna call sarah, then i’ll just be at the table. let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“okay.” you muster up a small smile and receive a sympathetic one from mr. miller in return. he disappears into the kitchen, and you can hear him on the phone as you curl up on the couch and pull a book out of your bag. after a minute or so, it goes mostly silent, but as you skim the pages in front of you, you find comfort in the subtle hints of his presence in the other room. the sound of the cupboard opening, then the water running. him clearing his throat loudly as to not startle you before softly calling out that sarah will be home in less than fifteen minutes. then the sound of a chair moving after you acknowledge what he said.

as promised, you hear a car pulling into the driveway after waiting for not too long. you stand when you hear the unlocking of the door and take the few steps into the front hallway. the second sarah is through the door, she shuts it and drops her bag before pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.

“are you okay?” she questions as you wrap your own arms around her.

“i’m alright,” you reassure her. “i was just creeped out, but i’m fine now.”

“good.” she lets go of you, but keeps you at an arm's length with her hands on your shoulders to look you up and down. “i’m gonna find this creepo and beat his ass, okay?”

“you will do no such thing,” her dad refutes from the kitchen. sarah just rolls her eyes.

“you know what i mean, dad! now i’m hungry. you know, i was about to have a homemade meal, so you better take us somewhere good,” she complains lightheartedly.

“i think dinner tonight is y/n’s choice, don’t you, sarah?”

“of course,” she agrees, but the teasing edge is still present in her tone. “because they have way better taste in restaurants than you do.” you can’t help but let out a small laugh at their casual banter, a dynamic you always find funny to witness, and even better to often be a part of.

“hmm, maybe i should get followed by creeps more often if it means i get to pick dinner,” you joke.

“first of all, no,” sarah sounds stern, but she still laughs. “second, i think we’d let you pick dinner any time.”

you grin. “well, i’m so very flattered you would say so. i’ll have to think about what sort of food is best for such an occasion.” truly, it only takes moments for you to suggest one of your favorite restaurants to serve as comfort food.

“d’you think you’d prefer takeout for tonight?” mr. miller asks, the question proving just how conscientious he is. you knew you’d be fine with the millers beside you, but truly, you weren’t quite sure about staying out in public for long enough to eat a whole meal.

“oh, yeah. that sounds good,” you smile, letting out a subtle sigh of relief. it doesn’t take too long to figure out an order and for joel to call it in. 

just a few minutes later, the three of you pile into their car, mr. miller making it clear he wants both of you with him at all times for tonight, just in case. on the ride there, you’re happy to just listen to sarah talk with her dad, their voices acting as a sort of comfort and reassurance to your safety. 

you bring the food home and chow down on it; this time you join in on the conversation. you and sarah giggle about rumors you’ve heard from other students regarding the teachers you’ll have for your last year in high school, and her dad adds in his unwarranted, but often entertaining opinions. 

once dinner’s all cleared and it’s grown dark outside, sarah practically drags you and joel to the couch to watch a movie, claiming the importance of “family movie nights.” you and sarah cozy up with one another, leaving her dad as a third wheel as the movie begins. throughout the movie, you can’t help but laugh at sarah’s occasional commentary and the judgemental look her dad gives her each time.

by the time the movie is over, the two of you are practically half asleep, so mr. miller does all the work in setting up a small mattress in sarah’s bedroom for you to sleep on. you borrow some sleeping clothes and before climbing into bed, the both of you receive a sweet goodnight from her dad. he kisses sarah on the forehead the way he always does and the way sarah has learned to quit complaining about, then gives you an admittedly awkward pat on the shoulder.

“listen kiddo, i’m glad you came to our house tonight for help, you know? and i don’t want you going alone to the library now, at least for a little while, alright?” he tells you before sending you off to bed.

“alright, mr. miller,” you agree, trying not to let on the weight of his words, or really, the weight of his care.

[ohraicodoll]

i absolutely love the feral reader x joel fics

omg like yaaas give me a murdering queen

Thank you! I use to primarily write a lot of action and horror and stuff so it's fun getting to go back to that and write someone who doesn't get hung up on "being good" lol.Have this little snippet I had written!

Joel wasn’t waiting for her to come back.

No, he just happened to be doing a crossword puzzle near the entrance because Tommy was working nearby and the house was too quiet. No other reason. Not because this was the first patrol their little group was separated for and he was feeling anxious. Not because he knew she didn’t exactly get along with the others in Jackson, a little too feral for settlement life. Definitely not because he was worried since the person she’d been sent with was fuckin’ Grant of all people who couldn’t seem to keep his eyes in his fucking head.

He tapped the pencil against the paper, eyes scanning the gate and the patrolmen up top to see if they would give any signal of an approaching party. “Fancy seeing you here,” Ellie joked and hopped up on the crate beside him, legs dangling over the edge. Joel grunted and turned his eyes back down to the page, doing his best to appear busy. “They left pretty early so it shouldn’t be long now,” the teenager hummed, eyes following the same path his had done moments ago, “Like I get we’re supposed to integrate, but maybe you can pull some strings with Tommy so you and her only do patrols together.” “And why would I do that?” he muttered, staring at the black and white squares that didn’t have a single letter in them. Ellie raised a brow, “I’m sorry, did you want her to murder fuckin’ Grant?” “He can handle her,” Joel bit out though the words tasted like shit leaving his lips. The cocky asshole couldn’t handle her. Hell, he could barely handle her sometimes. The laugh that abruptly left her was enough to cause him to look up at her, “Okay, sure. Keep acting like you don’t care that you’re here and she’s out there with someone else.” He set the pencil down fully, hands going to his hips, and stared at the girl, “Ellie, do you have a point to make or are you just here to annoy my ass? I’m not worried about her and I’m not going to pull any strings. We gotta do our part here and all that shit.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah cause you happen to be casually doing a fuckin’ crossword of all things right where you can immediately see when a patrol comes back. Dude, you’re so obvious.” Ellie chuckled and jumped down to her feet off the crate, “Which is Seven Down, by the way.” He glared as she cackled and walked off, glancing down at the page once her head was turned. Fuck if she wasn’t right. 

Joel wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of being right though and snapped the pages shut right as the upper patrolmen signaled a party's arrival. No, he wasn’t worried at all as they went through the process of opening up the gate. It couldn’t only be the three of them. They did have to integrate even if it felt like being eaten alive by ants. It didn’t mean he had to like it though. Didn’t mean he liked her being away from him. Grant was the first through the opening and he struggled not to grind his teeth, keeping the anxiety down even as he took in the man’s black eye and split lip, the way he limped through. Fuck, had they been attacked? He knew he should have argued with Tommy- But then she walked through behind him, perfect and intact as if she had only been on a stroll. Still the same wild girl as always, eyes taking everything in. She dumped the large canvas bag with the gatekeepers to take inventory, going through the process even as Grant limped away into town without a glance back. Joel tried to get a good look at him, but the man keenly kept his eyes to the ground as he trudged past. “Hey,” she greeted, giving him a nod and not showing any surprise at seeing him waiting, “Run went smooth. Found a decent enough stash that had been skipped past a few times. Some of these people are shit searchers. Didn’t run into any infected.” Joel nodded, eyes following Grant again before turning to her with a raised brow, “Went smooth, huh?” Her eyes darkened and she scratched at her chin, giving him a glimpse of slightly bloody knuckles, “Yeah, smooth.” Well that explained why she didn’t have a hair out of place and Grant looked like he fell down six flights of stairs. He chuckled and shook his head, any anxiety left over finally leaving his body. Of course she could take care of herself. Throwing an arm around her shoulder, they both headed back to their house, “Atta girl. Ellie was worried you would murder him.” Joel wasn’t going to mention that he was worried about the opposite, as improbable as that was, lest he wanted to get his ass handed to him. “Nah, threatening castration seems to work just fine. Didn’t feel like getting rid of a body today.” Suffice to say, Tommy stuck her with Joel for all patrols going forward. He didn’t complain.

[racetrackthehiggins]

rental return

ficlet based on this post by @callmeloverr​! read here or on ao3

Fall '85

Two hours.  Two entire hours Eddie had been sitting outside Family Video with his hand caught in the video return slot, waiting for anyone to show up and open the fucking store.  His fingers felt swollen and were throbbing but his rings were caught on the slot and his fingers were trapped clutching the copy of This Is Spinal Tap he had been hoping to return on his way to school.

And now it had been two hours, Eddie was late for class, and he had to fucking piss.

Several people had opened their car windows as they drove by to jeer and laugh, but so far no one had decided to like, help—which is exactly what Eddie should have fucking expected from Hawkins, but it didn’t make it suck any less.

Finally, finally someone drove up to Family Video.  From his position sitting on the ground, he saw the green vest before he saw who was wearing it.  Just his fucking luck.  Of course it was Steve Harrington and not that geeky band girl, or the dorky guy (who may have been in Eddie’s original graduating class, but really who could remember at this point?)

Harrington stopped short in front of him and gave Eddie a withering look.  He looked much worse than Eddie had ever seen him, bags under his eyes and hair deflated.  He opened his mouth to say something, looked Eddie up and down, and then shook his head.  “Need some help there, Munson?”

“Harrington, your highness.”  Eddie made an extravagant gesture with his arm.  “Please excuse my impropriety—I would bow, but I’m a little indisposed at the moment.”

Harrington narrowed his eyes at Eddie for a moment and then he snorted, shaking his head again.  “Yeah, whatever.  You need a hand?”

Eddie nodded emphatically.  “Yeah, man.  Take your polaroid or whatever, because I’ve been stuck here for like two hours, and I need to piss like a racehorse.  And also it’s like…third period.”

“Oh yeah, Henderson said you were still working towards that diploma.”  The mention of their shared friend only served to make Eddie feel even more self-conscious.  All Dustin could talk about was how cool Steve was, and how brave and badass, and here was Eddie, defeated by a video return slot.  “Let me just—”

Harrington pointed his thumbs towards the door, and unlocked it, not bothering to flip the sign to open.  Eddie took a moment to pray that Harrington wasn’t actually going to get a camera, but he’d take it if Harrington would help him out.  A moment later, Eddie felt the video being tugged out of his hand.  It hurt like a bitch to let go; immediately some of the blood rushed back into his fingers, hot and painful and throbbing.

“Fuck!” Eddie swore, pounding his other fist on his thigh.  Jesus fucking Christ that hurt.

“Sorry!” Harrington called through the slot, like he cared or something.   “Yeesh, your fingers are super red, dude.  I think I need to take your rings off to get your hand out, that okay?”

Eddie slammed his head back into the window in defeat.  “Yeah, man, whatever it takes.  Take off my rings, slather me in oil, I don’t care.  As previously established, I got places to be, bathrooms to use.”

Harrington snorted another laugh.  It was weird, Eddie distinctly remembered King Steve’s terrible hyena laugh, him and Tommy H. cackling like assholes as Eddie was tripped in the hall, but Harrington’s laugh seemed so subdued now.  He seemed so subdued, like all the asshole had been sucked out of him with a bendy straw.

“Is that movie any good?” Harrington asked neutrally, pulling on a ring.   It was one of Eddie’s chunkier ones, and it wasn’t budging.  Eddie prayed (again) that the oil wouldn’t actually become necessary.  Asshole or no, Eddie was not immune to hot men holding lubricant.

He was momentarily distracted with an image of Steve Harrington positively glistening with baby oil and it took him a moment to realize Harrington was prompting him again.  “I’m sorry?”

“The movie?  Spinal Tap or whatever?  Henderson said it was good but some of Henderson’s taste is…”

“Questionable,” Eddie finished with a laugh.  The ring came off all at once and Eddie had to take a deep breath to keep from yelling.  Fuck, that hurt.

“Yeah, questionable.  Sorry.”

Harrington’s fingers moved to the next ring, and Eddie was deeply preoccupied with the image of Steve Harrington on his knees worshiping at Eddie’s rings. His dick made a little confused twinge and Eddie smacked himself in the thigh again in the hopes that would do anything, but his dick seemed determined to persevere.  Jesus, he needed to get laid.  “Yeah, it’s a good time.  Very funny, if you like comedies.”

Another ring came off and Eddie swore again.  

“Two more,” Harrington said cheerfully, like Eddie didn’t know how many rings he had on.  Harrington’s fingers were strong and also kind of soft, and moved over Eddie’s fingers like they knew each other, like this wasn’t a weird thing for two virtual strangers with mostly shared animosity to be stuck doing.

“Thanks,” Eddie replied sarcastically, but immediately felt bad when Harrington responded with a genuine sounding, “No problem.”  Oh god, was Eddie the asshole in this situation?  Would wonders never cease?

The last two took a little muscle and featured Harrington making some truly pornographic noises, and Eddie was probably going to hell for sexualizing his rescuer, but that was the purview of a damsel in distress, wasn’t it?  Besides it was sort of intimate, in a fucked up way, and Harrington’s hands were…distracting to say the least.

“All done!”

Eddie pulled his hand through the slot slowly.  It was red and bruised, but probably no permanent damage.  He wondered if he was getting his rings back, or if Harrington was going to keep them as some sort of Embarrassed The Freak trophy.  “Awesome.  Very good customer service, I’ll be sure to tell your boss.”  Harrington snorted again.  “Do you have a bathroom I can use before I turn the side of your building into one?”

“Gross,” Harrington muttered, like Eddie (and all of Hawkins High) hadn’t caught the basketball team collectively pissing on the side of the gym like some sort of terrible bonding ritual.  He opened the door for Eddie, though, locking it behind them.  He extended his hand with Eddie’s rings on it like a platter.  “Here are your evil satan rings.”

“Thank you,” Eddie said, grabbing them and shoving them into his pocket.  Maybe he’d take a break from rings today.  “Evil satan rings are expensive to replace.  But again, and I cannot stress this enough, bathroom?”

That surprised a full laugh out of Harrington.  “This way, you freak.”  It was the same insult it had always been, but it sounded almost fond?   Eddie didn’t know what to do with that.  Maybe the two hours baking in the sun while he waited to be rescued had given him heat stroke or something.  Steve unlocked the back room and gestured to the bathroom.   “I’m making coffee, want any?”

Eddie bolted to the bathroom, and took care of business at light speed.  It was surprisingly neat for a bathroom used primarily by two men, but maybe that was band girl’s influence.  Or hell, maybe Harrington was secretly a neat freak.  

“Nah.”  Eddie walked out of the bathroom wiping his hand on paper towels, and watching Harrington measure Folgers into the same piece of shit coffee maker that Eddie and Wayne used.  It was jarring to see King Steve so used to a cheap ass product.  It was incongruous with who Eddie knew Steve to be.  Probably his coffee maker at home was like, solid gold or something.  Or no, wait—didn't gold melt easily?  “Gotta get to school.”

Steve glanced at the clock.  “Dude, you’ve already missed like, half of third period.  Just have a cup of coffee and skip it.”  Well, when he put it that way.  Eddie nodded and Steve scooped a few more plastic spoonfuls of coffee into the pot.  “How do you take it?”

“Up the ass,” Eddie said sweetly, completely unable to stop himself.  “Oh, do you mean my coffee?”

Eddie was a little surprised that the only reaction that elicited was a roll of the eyes.  “Yes, your coffee, dude, what the fuck.”

“Black is fine.”  Black was very much not fine, but that seemed like overly personal information for Harrington to have.  Eddie had already revealed a movie he liked, this would be too much.  

Harrington fixed him with another withering look, hands on his hips, and yeah, Dustin had done a great job describing that look, and yes, it did make Eddie feel slightly ashamed, despite the fact he was several years older than King Steve.  “Okay, I know that isn’t true, because when it was Dustin’s turn to bring snacks to your hell club, he wanted to bring something sweet because he was trying to suck up to you, and apparently your sweet tooth is legendary.  And I know this, because Dustin has never baked anything in his life, and my cookies are like, life-changing.”

Eddie spent a long moment staring at the coffee pot and clenching his teeth.  Dustin, that little rat bastard, had revealed his weakness to the enemy—and not only that, the enemy did make life-changing cookies.  “Like four sugars and some milk,” Eddie said after a moment, still not making eye contact with Harrington.  If Harrington knew things about him—what?  This wasn’t high school anymore, it’s not like Harrington could hurt him socially. Hell, it wasn’t like Eddie could even really be hurt socially anymore, he was at the bottom of the food chain.

Maybe it just made Harrington seem like a human, if they knew info about each other.  Less like the platonic ideal of shitty preppy rich kid, and more like a worn out former classmate who seemed stuck in a dead end job.

“You got it.”  The coffee pot sputtered to a stop, and Harrington made them both coffees in shitty styrofoam cups.  He handed Eddie’s to him carefully and then extended his cup for, what?  A clink?  Eddie obliged him, feeling entirely bewildered, and Steve smiled at him.

No, stop that.   Not Steve, Harrington.  

“Cheers,” he said weakly, and took a swig of the coffee.  It was standard shitty fare, but it was what Eddie had at home, too.  Harrington had done a good job with it, and Eddie wished he had been paying attention to how Harrington had done his own cup.  Just so the scales would be balanced on personal coffee knowledge.

“What do you have third period?”

None of your business, he thought.  “Mrs. Click,” Eddie moaned instead, drowning his sorrows in more coffee.  “She’s trying to fail me so hard.”  He wasn’t sure why he was sharing any of this shit with Harrington, but he was here, so…

“Yeah, she’s a total bitch.”  Harrington looked like he wanted to say something else, when there was suddenly a pounding at the door.  They both spun to look at the glass door in alarm, but Harrington’s weight shifted like he was preparing for a fight, which was…odd.  To Eddie’s knowledge, Steve had barely had fights and hadn’t won any of them.

It was some old woman who was yelling through the gap in the door, “Excuse me!  It’s 11:30!  The door says 11!  I need to rent a video.”

Steve’s shoulders dropped and he chugged the rest of his coffee.  “Sorry, duty calls.”  He started walking back into the store proper.

Eddie waved him off, finishing his too, and followed on Steve’s heels.  “Thank you, m’lord.  For the help.”  Eddie did fall into a dramatic bow this time, and Steve laughed again.  

“Asshole.  Try not sticking your entire hand in there next time.  Just the video will do.”

Eddie saluted, and wow, he was laying it on a little thick, even for him.   “Got it.  Let me know if you need any…goods and/or services.  Discounts offered for services rendered.”

Steve was shaking his head in some combination of bafflement and amusement.  “Dude, you sound so much like Henderson.  Get to class, Munson.”

Eddie waited for Steve to unlock the door and made a beeline for his van.  A thoroughly weird morning, but at least it was the weirdest thing that could possibly happen to him this year.  Small mercies, etc.