#ins legend

[metalhoops]

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?” 

[fieriframes]

[My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home. My baby's taking me home.]

[hyruleairbnb]

It doesn't make sense But the word Holzkistendeckel fits so well to him in this picture .

It's like an funny bavarian swear word

[carlinings]

The new season of vox machina dropped, so good timing to finally post the twins from last year june here :)

[cephalopistol]

au where ingo regains his memories in hisui and tries (and fails) to get back to emmet and eventually just says fuck it and becomes a vampire and dicks around for 200 years until he's back

[hypodermicfroggy]

I wished for a Bioshock movie for Y E A R S

but now that we're finally getting one I don't want it

I do not have faith this is going to be a good adaption, I'm sorry, maybe 10 years ago this could have been a great passion project (especially if Gore Verbinski had been involved like originally planned) but I just know it's going to be an over-actioned, improperly funded (since it's a Netflix production they're absolutely going to either dump too much or not enough money in it then write it off as a failure if it doesn't 'perform' well enough), CGI-laden slop fest that doesn't even acknowledge or properly handle half the themes present in the series.

[healingboost]

Wheres. Where you guys I want overwatch & league of legends mutuals 💔 I'm good at drawing & writing & I just want more friends who's into OW & LoL!!! I'm also an uhh fictive from those two sources if you want a sourcemates 💪🏾💪🏾 body age is 17 with stuff where we don't function that good, uhh I think that's all maybe. BUT I'm a silly Lúcio fictive 💪🏾💪🏾 I'm silly trust me!

I also don't know how to tag things properly on tumblr so um. But I do like making layouts however ^__^

[fortunesgambit]

zisu and cyllene doodle from a while ago

[cheaploafs]

sad yeehaw , bonus under cut <3 [x]

[zivaninja]

no bc that damian vs bad bunny match was a fucking riot

[goldensunset]

Congrats on the new blorbo btw!

thanks.

[fierifiction]

Gave me terrible cramps, and I had wind for days. (I get up early, and a bunch of friends and I do something on the go. There's a little boatload of work ahead.) And then it was back to the farm. A friend and I set a sail from our little shack. A little boatload of stuff and a little boatload of stuff and set sail, in the evening, to try out some more wind conditions.

[fieriframes]

['CAUSE THEY GOT A LITTLE MORE MEAT ON 'EM. SO LET'S TRY TO REMEMBER THE WAY WE ARE NOW. BEING IMPATIENT WITH THE STARS, BUT WAITING FOR LIGHTS TO CROSS THE SKY. EASY AS MAGNETS SAY GOODBYE.]

[eddysocs]

Sext Blocked (Zari Tarazi x OC)

Summary: Five times Ines and Zari try to sext only to get interrupted by the team, and one time Zari can’t take it anymore.

Word Count: 1,218

Warnings: Sexting, sexual frustration

1. Sara

Sitting alone in the control room, Ines and Zari were finding it difficult to pass the time with nothing to do for once. So, Zari got an idea. She pulled out her phone and sent Ines a text.

Hey, Sexy

Ines heard her phone ping at the message and took it out to check it, surprised to find the message from Zari, seated only a few feet away. She smirked at Zari before turning her attention back to her phone.

Hello, Beautiful, she replied, hitting send.

Wanna know what I’m thinking?

You know it 😉

I’m thinking we could go to my room and… Zari began typing, ready to outline a list of dirty thoughts that were running through her mind when mid sentence, Sara came barreling in, announcing that they had a timeline thing to fix before history gets irreparably fucked again, and Zari groaned, shutting her phone off reluctantly. Can’t sext in the middle of a mission after all. They had a bad enough time not screwing things up as it was. Ines frowned but did the same. Maybe later, they both thought.

2. Mick

After the exhausting mission came to its conclusion, everyone returned to the Waverider, tired and dirty from a nasty fight in the west during the worst of the dust bowl era. Zari came out of the shower, all fresh and clean, finding Ines in the ship's lounge area, and deciding what better time than now to pick up where they left off.

Been thinking about you all day, Zari sent.

At seeing another text from Zari, Ines lit up with a smile, albeit a tired one. I’ve been thinking about you too. Actually, about you covered in nothing but dust and my hands.

Zari had to laugh at that, a soft titter that was just loud enough for Ines to hear at the other end of the couch. Ines grinned, happy that the mood wasn’t lost because of the joke. Sorry, no dust, but I wouldn’t mind having your hands on me.

As they texted back and forth for another minute, Mick came thundering in, beer in hand and plopped between the two of them on the couch, swigging the beverage, downing at least a good half of it in one go, then letting out a rather loud belch. And that was enough to ruin the mood.

3. Behrad

Ines was off helping Ava and John on a small mission that didn’t require the whole team. Something simple for once, even for the Legends, but Zari couldn’t help but make things possibly a little more difficult by sending Ines a text.

When are you coming back? I don’t think I can wait much longer.

When he text remained unanswered, for several minutes, Zari decided to take it up a notch. I’m wearing something special for you. Your favorite.

The red and gold? The text came back in record time. Zari knew that always got her, no matter what she was doing. Can I see?

Zari went to get a good angle, found her lighting and started to unbutton her top when a knock interrupted. Quickly covering back up, Zari feigned casualness as Behrad entered. Knowing her brother, Zari realized it wasn’t going to be a short visit. So she sent Ines a text of apology.

Sorry, Behrad just busted in. Later, promise. 💋

Ines breathed out a dejected sigh. It was always something.

4. Zari 1.0

As Sara and Ava were going over strategy plans, Zari and Ines were only half listening. Sticking to the back of the group, they were having their own private conversation.

Can’t wait for tonight. 💦

Ines smiled down at her phone. So they were at it again, were they? If we ever get a little alone time. 🤣

Yeah? And if we were alone, what would you do?

Ines considered it a moment. She had so many options come to mind that she couldn’t quite settle on one. When she finally picked one to go with, she began typing it out, seeing Zari look at her phone with anticipation of what she’d say next.

"Zari," came Ava's voice, breaking through Zari's reverie.

Zari slid her phone into her pocket with a "Hmm?" in reply to Ava.

"We're going to need Zari 1.0's expertise for this one. You think you can switch places with her in the totem for a while?"

Zari's face fell for the briefest of seconds. Foiled yet again. "Sure, yeah. Of course," she replied. Missions always came first. And at this point, everything was getting kind of tiring and she could actually use the break.

5. John and Astra

Zari sat on one end of John's couch and Ines sat on the other. Their knees slightly bent, so their feet overlapped a bit in the middle. They were happy to have the time to sneak away to John's mansion using the time courier. It had been nonstop interruptions for them, and despite being in the same room yet again, they continued their little game of sexting, hoping to actually get somewhere this time before anyone could interrupt them again.

Love your dress, Ines began, innocently enough.

I only bought it so you could take it off, Zari flirted.

Did you just quote Taylor Swift to me? 😂

Would it matter if I did? Zari began to run her foot along Ines' leg and Ines melted at the simple touch. It seemed like forever since they’d been able to even show such a small sign of intimacy.

Jarring them away from each other was the loud slam of the mansion's door opening, followed very quickly by the sound of John and Astra arguing. Zari and Ines exchanged an irritated look with one another before the magicians were able to spot them. "Oh, what are you guys doing here," Astra asked.

"Apparently nothing," Zari snapped. "For the, what, fifth time?"

"Zari," Ines warned. She knew tensions were high, she felt pretty high strung herself, but it wasn’t going to be good for anyone to start arguing. Yet that didn’t stop her.

"Can’t I just have one day off? Every time I try to enjoy myself someone has to come along and ruin it!"

+1. The Final Straw

While John was about to reply, the rest of the team walked in the open door and Zari exploded, getting up from the couch and yelling at the lot of them. "Oh, that’s it! If I see any of your faces for the rest of the day, I will claw them off!" Though it was a threat, it sounded like more of a promise.

Zari then surprised Ines by reaching down and taking her hand, pulling her up off of the couch and to the staircase. "We're going to be upstairs having sex and if any of you wish to interrupt, then be my guest, I fucking dare you. I’m sick of getting sext blocked by all of you idiots."

Ines' cheeks reddened, as Zari continued to pull her along behind her. The two of them soon disappeared, making for one of the bedrooms on the second floor as the team stood slack jawed at what had just happened. "Alright," Sara finally stated, "no one piss off Zari when she’s horny. Good to know."

Ines Powell: @borg-queer, @chickensarentcheap, @smutember

[darkmovies]

[shironezuninja]

I like to go rogue too. But I have to be reminded that others may not appreciate my unleashed collage makings.