#no... she's a fuzzy . . .eheh
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Did an ask game on instagram !
Character based on the [🧿🐝🫀] emojis ! (if you noticed i forgot the heart no you didn't) (it was late)
She's based on the Blue Carpenter Bee, and has inspired traditional turkish clothes
#character design#ask game#art challenge#bee#furry#is it a furry??#no... she's a fuzzy . . .eheh#several more coming
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🍉🍊🍆 for Hemlockthorn and (if it's not too much) 🍌🧅 for Mockingbird? :3c these characters have me so damn intrigued already aldjdjakf
eeee ty for sending in an ask and YESSS theyve been cooking for a while so im very excited to be doing stuff with them now !
hemlockthorn
🍉 [WATERMELON] What will your OC take to the grave?
Goooood question ! there's a few different answers for this one for sure, one of them in particular i want to leave quiet for now and see if i can lay down the grounding for its reveal successfully :3c one thing that she'll take to her grave for sure is the frustration her family gives her. she has a lot of expectations since she was appointed to be the heir to bightclan's throne and she butts heads with her aunt myrtlesong in particular over it. she'll never admit it out loud especially because she wants to show off a Perfect Daughter and Perfect Niece visage but she honestly really dislikes myrtlesong and dislikes spending time with a majority of her family.
🍊 [ORANGE] Does your OC have a prophecy surrounding them? If they don't, what would it be?
ohhh no she doesn't but she certainly wishes she did. of the 3 clans, bightclan is the most religious and receiving a prophecy about her would greatly bolster hemlockthorn's esteem and view of herself. that being said, if she did get a prophecy, i think it'd be something more akin to "beware the ides of march", not something exciting or heroic. she'd receive a warning or something vaguely cryptic and terrifying and that would upset her standing with starclan in a whole new way
🍆 [EGGPLANT] How are they used by others? How easily are they tricked into this?
hemlockthorn isn't easily used or tricked, she's very crafty, clever, & educated. she's skilled at reading others and guessing their intentions. she's kind of always playing a game of chess in her brain LOLLL that being said, i think she and aspenfrost are both using each other in a way that they're both kind of aware of it but neither are ready (or willing) to admit it
mockingbird
🍌 [BANANA] Have parts of your OC been lost to time (in-universe)? What do they wish they could lose from themselves?
hmm... mockingbird doesn't have a very clear memory of his family anymore. when he meets canarybreeze, he's a vagabond that's been on his own and the memories of his family are distant and fuzzy at best. it doesn't bother him too much, especially when canary becomes a big part of his life emotional pain is something he wishes he could lose from himself though, and any memories of it. he can handle physical pain but his emotions are so much and so intense that often times he wishes he couldn't feel emotions at all
🧅 [ONION] What is surefire to make your OC cry? Who knows of this information?
another one that's very obvious once the comic gets rolling eheh. mockingbird is a highly emotional creature and often lets his emotions get the better of him. its not hard to get him to tear up, but there are a few touchy subjects that get him particularly emotional. rosewater and cypressmarch are keenly aware of this information. a few others like firfur, aspenfrost, and birch may be aware of it but not as deeply as rose and cypress. arguably rose knows even more than cypress does. and then again, no one knows mocking as well as canarybreeze does . heart
#you in particular might recognize some similarities with canary and mockingbird eheh !!#theyre inspired by/based on canary & ecstasy#asks#lore#sorta hehe#oc: hemlockthorn#oc: mockingbird#erythristicbones
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ask blog journalists here! back with another question from The People. 📋
How does it feel to have double the protectors now? Rochelle has been very protective of you in the past, i'n sure Kai's done the same. with their powers combined....... who KNOWS what could happen to those that harm you...
🤨🎤
The journalist…
Uhm! To have double protectors? It feels…
Fuzzy c:
Rochelle’s way of protecting involves a lot of.. uh? Throwing hands?
Kai.. I haven’t seen her be protective you know… I don’t know if she is protective.. but maybe she can help Rosh calm down sometimes?
I caught Rochelle looking a kid with a hard stare once because they commented on my eyes…
Eheh…🧡💚
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omg crys, fuck me dude, that fanart sheepy dropped in the zhongli channel made my legs fly WIDE OPEN and gave me this crazy brainrot and i just hAVE TO SCREAM AT YOU ABOUT IT BC OMGASASDHLHJDKHF
morax has you in his lap. your naked legs draped over his open thighs. his bare, warm chest pressed against your dewy back. that charcoal arm draped over you. that war-calloused hand slipping between your legs. those golden fingers snaking between your folds and slowwwwwwly circling your clit.
and he's whispering in your ear the whole time...
shushing you when you whine for him...
warning you to keep quiet lest anyone hear you...
"or do you want someone to see you like this? legs spread and cunt leaking all over the lord of geo, defiling my statue like the slut you are for me...hm? yes, that turns you on, doesn't it, pet?" he taunts you as his hard, ribbed cocks strain against your lower back, their blunt, golden tips smearing his precum across your hot skin.
you try, you really do. poor thing.
you bite your lip until it almost bleeds but nothing can hold back the pathetic squeal that rips from your throat when a single digit pushes into your clenching, needy hole.
morax growls in your ear "i warned you...", his words almost as sharp as the vicious, wet SWAT of his soaked hand when it makes contact with your hard clit. you cry out, potential innocent bystanders be damned. so what if they hear you? let them see you like this, trembling legs spread for their god as you ride his long, slick fingers.
"shameless..." morax tsks as he lifts you just enough to press one of his leaking, throbbing tips to your opening before snapping his hips upward, his thighs clapping against y-
oh
wait
it's ebg week isn't it
ehehe...my bad
Crys wakes up with a startle.
The doe shakes her head and huffs, standing up. The sun is already out. Kazuha is not there.
She looks around a little restless, ears pivoting on every direction, her heart beating fast, the last remnants of a dream slipping from her mind…
A dream?
… a memory?
She can’t quite recall, it’s fuzzy at the edges, crumbling apart like dust or receding like the tides.
She only knows a familiar voice was reaching for her…
And a very warm feeling…
…
…….
…
No time to ponder much on it.
“Kazuha?” She calls out, starting to look for the white-haired ronin.
#crys answers: ebg edition#crys plays ebg#kel friend#EVIL EEEEEVIIIIIIL#AFXCHAGVXAASFXCSGCVHASJBCKN#excuse me how dare you#MINORS DNI
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new oc !!!! (´> ω <`)ノ her name is starcatcher and shes a (corrupt) galaxy police officer :P
i also think im going to stick with the fuzzy lineart style, im starting to like it ehehe :3c
#art#digital art#ibis paint x#artwork#digital artwork#digital drawing#oc#oc art#oc artwork#original character art#original character drawing#original digital art#original characters#original character#character art#digital artist#my artwork#original art#my art#artists on tumblr#oc digital drawing#oc digital art#my digital art#digital drawings#my ocs art#ocs#oc drawing#oc artist#my oc#my oc art
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Mai’s Thoughts On Setagaya Division

Mina Nakayama
“I sent some candy apples a while back, didn’t I? Seemed a little disappointed with her gift… She’s the leader in Setagaya? Right…Nakayama. I don’t know much on her end. Well, I guess other than…’vampiric tendencies’ Everything else is fuzzy, so they would make her the least known member. On the dreaded list of Chuohku’s toys and experiments? Seems like she has it a little worse than usual, though I can’t understand exactly why. I wonder what’ll be like to meet her again, I’ll definitely have caught up on my nasty sleep schedule…”
Elliot Shimizu
“Didn’t Onii-san and Yuno-chin team up with this guy for the division shuffle event…? Shimizu…Oh! It’s the same guy Yuno-chin helped on his birthday this year…! Another Chuohku plaything? I guess it’s good that he managed to somewhat escape off the radar, not that I’m playing any cards of remorsefulness or anything, especially not with those ladies. Animals? I like them for the most part~. Well, all except my upperclassman, they just take someone’s body and never give it back… He seems nice! Maybe I’ll introduce myself and see what he’s like one of these days~!”
Yorii Sakuma
“That other idol Onii-san and Yuno-chin faced in the shuffle tournament? So he’s mega famous apparently! Hm, ‘One of the most famous songwriters in…All of Japan!?’ Onii-san does have some heavy competition after all…Wait, ‘Ongoing experiment under Chuohku, known as Project Siren?’ Basically every idol just had to get involved with them, huh. I guess he’s optimistic on the surface, though not really my people taste, I’m afraid…Musicians are confusing, even Onii-san sometimes acts a little bit out of pocket, ehehe~.”
ENIGMA
“A vampire, animal lover and even more famous idol than Onii-san, quite the trio we have for this division. Trying to recover their memories they’ve lost? Isn’t everyone in this rap tournament wanting their own memories back…? Their name suits them, being quite the ‘mystery’ of a rap team in my opinion. Okay, Sakuma isn’t necessarily, he’s known across Japan being one of the best idol singers anyway… Neutral is all I’m going to say. They’re interesting enough, but I think I have some other opponents to deal with. Not that they aren’t on that list, of course…”
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@dinomites sent: Aelia puts a glove on Malkuth's hand that looks like a fuzzy bear paw. "Big 'sis now has a bear paw!"
AND NO EGO PAGE REQUIRED? Call that a huge boon or something. No sooner has Aelia slipped the piece onto an enamored Malkuth does she lift it high into the air. Presenting it to all the world (the two assistant patrons present on the Floor of History).
"WAAAAH! It's so comfy too! Did you get this for me, Aelia?" There's little space or room for confirmation or otherwise. One way or another, this item has been bequeathed from little lady to another. A gift it must be. "Ehehe~ I really am the luckiest big sister, aren't I?"
"Wait, wait, wait! Isn't this a cooking mitt? Maybe we should go put it to the test! I was starting to feel kinda hungry after all!!" And how quickly treats can go to disasters.
#dinomites#inbox :: answered ic#muse :: malkuth#and she only has herself to blame for what comes of this
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Tell us about the pern eragon coss over ideas please ? <3
oh my goshh ahh now i'm nervous that my ideas are bad but ok if you INSIST i will do it because i think it's so fun
so first of all there are some random floating ideas about like, how to compromise how dragons work on pern versus in alagaesia. obviously the main thematic parts are all there (dragons hatch for one person and have a very tight psychic bond and there's not really a temeraire-style crew situation) but you have to think about the ranks, the hatchings, the magic, eldunari, the riders vs the weyrmen, etc etc
i chose to do it more like importing some aspects of pern dragons onto alagaesia dragons as the base. i was just more interested in doing that since i wanted more alageasian world building elements also (like different species of humanoids). doing it the other way around would surely be super fascinating, or doing it like a direct isekai/true crossover would be fascinating as well (surely between can get you to parallel universes!!)
so like the obvious main thing is RANKS. i chose to keep the alagaesian dragon idea that dragons can be any color and that sex/gender doesn't matter and instead ported over some of the thematic or narrative purpose elements of each canon pern color and made them physical characteristics used to "sort" dragons -- but the lines are somewhat fuzzy, bc i like fuzzy
in reverse order of perceived importance: (also happens to be reverse order of rarity)
arrow (green equiv) - kind of a lumper section. anyone who isn't anything else is an arrow, right? a prototypical arrow is small and fast and has good stamina, and might be stereotyped as somewhat adhd or direct or jocks
whip (blue equiv) - also kind of a waste basket group. prototypically more sinuous and longbodied than other types, with better flexibility and agility. it's unclear to what extent this is a real morphotype or to what extent it is just handy to have two groups for everything that isn't one of the next three. supposedly more calm and rational and scholarly than arrows.
shield (brown equiv) - the unique thing about shields is that they have magically-enhanced healing -- but like many magics in alagaesia, it's not exactly perfect. they are visually distinct because their scales are opaque and even harder than other dragon's scales
tower (bronze equiv) - while adults may or may not be noticeable as towers, as young dragons always are. they are developmentally delayed. if normally a dragon begins to speak around two weeks old and begins to flame by six months, a tower might take a month or two to speak and a year or two to flame!
spirit (gold equiv) - very little distinguishes spirits from arrows or whips -- they can also masquerade as shields or towers, but very rarely. once they are grown and their rider discovers or develops their capacity as a mage, their uniqueness shows: spirits confer their riders huge amounts of magical power, even more than a dragon typically does
i would be... so happy to discuss more about my thoughts for any of the ranks bc i really did think about them very hard!!! ehehe
as for the other things...
@firecoloredwater helped with the plot. the one i think about the most is sort of an alt version of the rider war! instead of galbatorix there's a different young and hotshot rider sort of based on the worst of kylara and f'lar's characteristics... so she's called kyf'lara LOL
some riders and dragons are hiding in various places when someone finds a small cache of eggs. this along with kyf'lara forcing the urgals into the evil spell that makes them all go fight leads to several slightly feuding groups of riders and support join together to try to get these eggs hatched!
alas! everything sucks too much!
they flee into the spine but are found by an urgal village!! it turns out they were protected by their shaman from the evil spell. she takes the lead in welcoming them but isn't shy about needing help in return. doot doot her granddaughter the shamaness in training hangs out with the riders and elves and
oops
egg
this causes the riders to realize kyf'lara has somehow fucked with the rider bond bc that's supposed to be impossible, only humans and elves can impress dragons
my main squeezes there are an indlvarn pair, formerly spirit, a shield and her dumb man, and an elf whose main job is to hang around cryptically and in a nonbinary manner
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I may blend the hotd and tboi x splatoon aus but it may be too many ideas or people in one place,, idk but ive got ideas,, and i’ll put em in one post ehehe
hotd x splatoon:
ams and nsbs are affiliated or just the same thing the idols r still there but more in the bg,, Maybe they’d all have different themed codenames rather than numbers.. lisa would probably be neo 3 or adjacent then. this is one of the points that would clash with mixing it with the tboi x splat au
All creatures are sanitized or like. half fuzzy half sanitized some sort of secret third thing fucking neosanitization idk maybe it’ll have to do with coral instead,, but curien is an inkfish so misanthropic he’s bringing squids back and/or continuing what Tartar started. Goldman is either an inkfish the opposite species of curien or some sorta fish. hm. goldfish hehe. but he wants to make a sanctuary of more “natural” beings. And thornheart is thornheart..
Most of the creatures are made from already existing people maybe theyd be able to be reverted back into their previous selves with some side effects. others are made in the lab. Most are inkfish but it gets wacky
Temperance is a part of the same clan as shiver and is like.her 2nd or 3rd cousin. they did not get along before hand and he’d try to upstage her a lot. now while warped he’s still relatively lucid so he’s just kind of an ass to her. ALso going to drag ocean hunter into this the shark he’s tamed is leviathan. Since the muatations still make him gigantic he swings the poor shark around.
Likewise Justice is a part of the eel clan though he is not as closely related to frye as shiver is to temp. He’s very cryptic and not rlly all there. Frye did used to look up to him so seeing him like this is distressing
Emp(eror +ress) and the world are hybrid lab-grown creatures, all glass octo + sea angel probaby? maybe human in there?
Heirophant is a salmonid yeayy
hotd x tboi
maggie is neo 3 isaac is lil buddy. samson is agent 4 lilith is 8 idk about the og 3 yet maybe cain
Isaac’s mom is a goldie. ??? the lost and the forgotten only exist in Isaac’s nightmares when he thinks about his future of possibly dying, being abandoned etc etc.
His dad is a steel eel driver but defected to grizzco bc he Fucked Up Big Time
idk if azazel would be better as a salmonid (bc isaac parallels/evil him) or an octoling i kind of want the latter
Most demons r octarians but some of the human kids r too. Eve escaped to the surface early on and participated in turf wars circa Splat1 while in disguise. She’s also a werekraken. She uses the .96 gal deco
Lilith as mentioned before is 8. Incubus is some sorta seeing eye octotrooper guide and gello is a bby zapfish. Dark one/Adversary is her dad and he gets sanitized
Horsemen r salmonids yeeeayayay
Beast is a super fucked up king salmonid, some sort of giant mudmouth
ig there is a sect of octarian + salmonid diplomacy that all of the bosses mentioned here work under ehhh
dogma is some sort of ai, maybe a remnant of human society
Apollyon is also a salmonid they’re basically a worse flyfish in a weird tartar-based shell
deadly sins are an octoling team or more salmonids
most monsters are weird fuzzied inkfish
bethany mains ballpoint splatling and one of the stringers. Laz has the same mutation yoko has which leaves him sickly but when he’s well he plays with the h3 nozzlenose.
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more Kim thoughts… she tosses out her old shaving razor after it gets rusty or dull. but then she realizes that she doesn’t have any more, oh well. she mentally plans a trip to the store to get some but then she ends up swamped in work. So she keeps forgetting to get new shaving stuff for weeks on end.
next thing she knows she’s got fuzzy legs and armpits 😮💨 musky and furry. her bush is fuzzy too, she’s all hairy and hot. soft blonde body hair… 💕😵💫 she’s sooooo sniffable ehehe
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Title: Crickets.
@mayisgoingnuts
Summary:
An alternative version of Kevin and Tom's first date.
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Never had a night been so beautiful to Tom—until this moment beneath the stars, sitting on the sidewalk and enveloped within a freezing chill of endless winter. If anything, right at this moment—it was probably sort of a good thing she always tended to wear her sweater no matter what day it was. She at least wished she could have picked a more fancier about before.. well—
..her round gaze flickered over to the taller man sitting beside her, his hand placed on his knee, and his other hand resting on top of her own. A moment like this would have been perfect with fireflies—she thought, staring at his slim face.
Well—she at least thought it would have made him think it was perfect. After all, he deserved nothing but the best, didn't he..? Mmh.. she was supposed to be the royal princess! Why couldn't she have something at least a little more fancy for her first—?
"What..?"
Noticing she must have spoken aloud, Tom grumbled to herself again with a pout.
"MMH.. I JUST THINK THIS COULD HAVE BEEN NICER."
"..oh. Sorry. I just—"
She blinked. "NO, NO!! I MEANT I JUST COULD HAVE TAKEN US SOMEWHERE NICER. THE SIDEWALK SEEMS A BIT.. BORING-Y."
He hesitated, and then smiled with a huff of a chuckle. "What? Heh.. it's not boring. Why would it be boring?"
"BECAUSE I DIDN'T TRY TO DO SOMETHING MORE PRINCESS-Y! I SHOULD HAVE PUT ON A GOWN AT LEAST.. I REALLY NEED TO WORK ON PRINCESS-ING BETTER!!"
The smile didn't fade from his lips, and he only rolled his eyes. "Ugh.. no, you don't. If anything, I actually kinda like this. Y'know—being able to just.. be here with you at all."
There was a small pause of silence. A strange fuzzy feeling formed in Tom's chest at those words, and Kevin only awkwardly cleared his throat while looking away.
"..not like in—well, okay.. yeah, in a weird way. Because we're.. y'know, on a date. But—I.. I just.. don't get to see you that much anymore. I'm always so busy with work, and it's hard to make time for anything. I probably would have just relaxed or—gone to the bar or something if you didn't ask me out the way you did. Heh.."
His lips curled upward, causing a warm flush to appear over her face as his slim eyes wondered back over to her own.
"..but—what I'm trying to say is I just.. really like that I get go be around you again. Even if it's—not really in the way I thought it'd be."
"..RE—REALLY?"
"..uh.. ye—yeah." Sheepishly, he grinned. "I do."
His gaze flickered away. Tom could have sworn she saw a red, dark flush begin to swallow the paleness of his cheeks. And Tom felt her own start to become.. overwhelmingly hot. His words made her feel funny.
She knew this date was mostly just to see if he'd enjoy being her prince, or—in his words, 'If a relationship would work out between them'. But.. here surrounded by nothing but the vehicles passing by on the road, the noise of the crickets chirping from the bushes behind them, and.. hearing his scrawny, flat voice, she..
He didn't have to, but she knew she'd really love it if she had him as her prince.
"..WELL, I.. ENJOY BEING AROUND YOU TOO, SHOPKEEPER." She practically mumbled, "YOU'RE ALWAYS REALLY PROTECTIVE OF ME, AND YOU SOLVE MY PUZZLES WHENEVER I ASK YOU TO, AND—AND YOU'RE REALLY NICE, AND HANDSOME, AND.."
"Handsome?" His smile momentarily faltered.
"..."
"..you.. heh.. you think I'm handsome?" A grin began to appear on his face.
"..YES! YES, I DO."
"..."
"..YOU'RE.. REALLY BRAVE, AND SWEET. I DON'T KNOW WHAT LUCK BLESSED ME TO BE ACCEPTED BY YOU AS YOUR DATE FOR THIS NIGHT. HMM.. PERHAPS I HAVE SPECIAL PRINCESS POWERS OR SOMETHING!!"
"Eheh—"
Tom felt something soft brush against her cheek. A tingly sensation running through her as his slender fingers grazed her skin. Looking up, she found herself met with the sight of him smiling down at her. In a soft way that he hadn't really done before.
"..I don't think you need any.. special princess powers to make me wanna go on a date with you. You're just kinda likable on your own."
..Kevin went quiet, swallowing a little as he looked away.
"..LIKABLE?"
"Yeah.. you're.. really likable, actually."
His pupils went back to Tom's face, lingering over the shape of her head as if admiring her. His smile seemed to widen.
"..you're.. pretty, and you're really interesting to talk to. I don't think I've honestly met anyone as—creative or strong as you."
"PRE.. PRETTY? STRONG?? WOW.. WOWEE..! SHOPKEEPER THINKS I'M PRETTY, AND STRONG, AND.. WAAAAAAHHHH..!"
The sound of her soft squealing made Kevin softly giggle to himself, moving his hand to her other shoulder.
"Ahah—hey, c'mon. Chill. Don't explode on me on our first date."
"WHAT ABOUT ON OUR SECOND DATE?"
"Second—heh.. no. Not that one either. Let's just stay like this."
"MMH.. OKAY."
Tom let herself gaze out at the road stretched before them, feeling the breeze of a vehicle which had already passed. Crickets filling her hearing. The soft sensation of Kevin's arm lightly pressed against her back while his hand was clasped over her shoulder felt like it was sending a wave of relaxation over her.
And.. perhaps it was.
She bowed her head. Letting herself move a little, she grumbled in a whiny manner again—feeling her face become warm. Without thinking, she let the side of her head rest against his shoulder.
"..huh..?"
"..."
She prayed he wouldn't get angry, practically hugging herself as she wrapped her arms anxiously around her waist.
"..eheh."
Instead, he laughed.
She felt his arm then wrap around her shoulder completely, pulling her closer against the side of his body.
"..dork."
His hand slightly rubbed its thumb against her shoulder. A sigh of content escaped her.
..perhaps this wasn't 'perfect'. Or like a princess would court someone as she imagined. But—with him here, it didn't have to be. It was just him. And it was just her.
For now, nothing else mattered—leaning up against him, and just letting herself melt.
#spooky month#kevin spooky month#tom spooky month#spooky month oc#oc x canon#canon x oc#sweetprincess
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ehehe I know I'm on the right track if I can make you laugh, Wayne! 😂💜
Ah yes, classic man with his "I'm fine." He'd probably still say, halfway through bleeding to death 😂
😆😆 Dean:
Hahaha such a good point! Hard to argue with that 😆
lol right? If he's not complaining about someone else driving his Baby, then something's clearly amiss. 😂
Yup, and have Sam stich you up with tooth floss, right, big boy? 😂
ahhaha "big boy" took me out, but yeah that floss is really gonna cut it 😂
While she's filling out his form, I had Ross and Joey in my head, too 😂
omg YES, that's the idea lmao. And you found the kidney stones gif!! 🤣🤣 I raise you with:
Awww, yeah ❤️🩹 But that's such a good point! Since Dean survived the finale and nothing ever happened in that barn, he has to face his mortality in a way. The "Fuck, what happens when I'm old and wrinkly" phase 😅
Quite literally all of that (glossing over 15x20 like જ⁀➴), and I just like the grounded humanness of Sam and Dean having to deal with the potential resulting health issues from decades of hunting, getting knocked out and stitched back together again, living on the road, etc. 😂
The ending was so wholesome! And I imagined the reader from Midnight Espresso. She was so warm, caring, stubborn, and sassy, too. Totally gave me the same vibes! 😭💜
You know how to get me all warm fuzzy like, friend! loll I'm so glad this made you think of the Midnight Espresso-verse. 🥹💜💜 She's very much all of those things, and like Dean, a natural nurturer, so he has someone in his corner really looking after his wellbeing in the "healthy and cared for" sense. Not just the "ya good?" 😂
Oh, Beau... Not the prostate exam 😂🫶 Btw, I loved how you switched up the different doctors for each of them! The kind of doctor fit their personalities so well too and made it even funnier 🤣
ahaha I thought it was fitting for him!! 😝 Aw thank you for pointing that out! I try to fit each situation with what's best for the character, and on this one I felt like showcasing different kinds of medical situations would be a fun way to do that. For some reason Beau always gets the (hopefully) funny everyday domestic issues 😆
Aaaah, I love that you incorporated this!!! Totally sounds like something he'd do too. Probably Jenny, Denise, and Cassie heard the same thing. He went on about it for days lmao
You've been on a roll recently giving me such good tidbits! lol Omg yeeeees he'd be complaining the whole week of post-man flu, probably even asking Denice if she can spy anything weird down his throat 🤣
Ugh, so true... Been trying to get my husband to go to one (and also been trying to get him to have a weird mole checked out for ten years. The argument: it hasn't changed in all that time, so it's probably fine 🙈😂)
oh my Goooood - men. 🤣 He needs to get that checked out! And isn't/wasn't he a military man? What's he afraid of?? 😂
Dead 💀🤣🤣🤣 (And on a side note: that aspect should be more featured in fics lol)
*snorts* not gonna lie, I was pretty proud of this line lmfao (idk why it's the first time I've referenced that kind of thing - maybe bc I'm not personally turned on by it that much, but I agree that it's a legit thing that isn't focused on as much in fanfic lol)
Oh, I'd make so many jokes when he comes back. Probably buy him donuts and other hole-shaped treats 😆
DEAD. Deceased. 🤣🤣 But I love how your mind works lolll. HC that she "rewards" him by buying him a dozen 🍩🍩🍩
Fuck, Alex... Ben fucking killed me! The fact that you picked a therapist was just hilariously delicious 😂
Girl I haaad to! 😜 Like, he would never go to the doctor anyway because he probably doesn't get sick enough to have to go, but a therapist? He definitely needs that appointment lol (or 12)
So true! I imagine it's hard staying level-headed with this man-child when he throws a tantrum. You almost have to talk louder to get through all of his white noise 🙈
Literally! It's like trying to be heard while a vacuum is going off. 🙄
But I'm really glad you thought his behavior in this was in character lol. He's kind of tricky as a character, but also predictable in some ways 🥲
That broke my heart a little, although it's so true 😭❤️🩹
Oh yeah, I broke my heart a little too on that one. 💙 I feel like that would be one of the few ways to get through to him in this situation.
Pffff 😂 Reminds me a little of that Rick & Morty episode where Rick refuses to go to therapy. I already feel bad for that psychiatrist 😆
LOL oh yeah, definitely feel bad for Dr. David on this one. He's gonna get an earful 😂😂
And of course Russell, much like Dean, is too "tough" for a doctor. A bullet wound you say? Nah, totally heals itself lol
Michelle said it in the comments -- there's a reason why women live longer in general lmfaooo
Hahaha I fucking knew she was checking him for injuries! Would've done the same thing 😂🫶 (Also, Russell, what did you expect? Sex? In this condition????)
Oh 100% she was after she clocked the way he was coming in 😂😂 (Russell's clearly an opportunist! 😆)
Again:
You need a hospital not a hardware store, you big idiot!!! God 😂🙈
LOL this comment had me deadd 💀
But he's got pliers! And dental floss! And an old bottle of whiskey in the trunk! (which functions as both disinfectant and a pain reliever: 2-in-1!) 😝
Yes, honestly, please quit. I wouldn't be able to sleep dating that man. What if he never comes homes from a job? 😢😭💔
Right?? It would be so heartbreaking. Ooh or the angst of an "almost." 😬 I actually have a long distance relationship Jacklesverse bingo square that I think I'm gonna have to use on Russell 😅❤️🩹
And I'm really curious what her punishment would've been. I'd make him eat veggies only for a month. That would break him 😂😜
lmfao that'll do it! No meat or sweets? He'd break for sure. I can hear him already, half desperation and half his usual self -
"Sweetheart, man can't live on spinach alone. That's how you get kidney stones." 😆
These were all so wonderful and so effing funny, friend! You nail these HC every time!!! ☺️💜
Awww you're amazing, thank you!!! 🥰 I honestly love doing these HCs! It's always a nice little creative reset for me. I'm so happy that you enjoy them! 💕
HEADCANON: Doctor's Appointment
HC: How would Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, Soldier Boy (Ben), and Russell Shaw react when you try to take him to the doctor?
Pairings: Dean x Reader || Beau x Reader || Soldier Boy x Reader || Russell x Reader
AN: This one is a request from my lovely friend @spnbabe67 over on Patreon! 💜
Tags/Warnings: Established relationship, literal man children, medical stuff, angst, mentions of PTSD, hints of spice, fluffff
Dean Winchester
"I'm fine."
Ah yes, the same two growly words you've heard for an hour already.
"You're not fine," you testily reply. "You're not even 'Winchester fine.' You wanna know how I know? I'm driving the damn car right now!"
Dean shoots you a warning look.
One, you can tell he wants to say watch it on how you talk about his Baby.
Two, he doesn't want to admit that you're right.
He shifts in his seat with his arms crossed, trying to cover up a wince. It's the only tell that he's uncomfortable, even in pain, other than the fact that you've managed to hijack his car and take him to this damn doctor's appointment.
Dean can count on one hand the number of times he's been in a doctor's office for a genuine ailment, and not just trying to fish for information while impersonating some form of law enforcement.
That's because he's more of a "pour some whiskey on it," patch it up, and forget about it kinda guy.
And if we're talking about hospital stays, then that's usually a "one step away from death's door" kind of visit.
But when you first noticed something was off with Dean (confirming with Sam on the side of your suspicions), you did your damnedest to convince the man that he should see a doctor.
You even make the appointment for him as convenient as possible, around midday, so he doesn't have the excuse of it being too early to disturb his morning, or too late to mess up his afternoon.
Dean is a grumbly grizzly bear who only rolls his eyes in the waiting room when you offer him the clipboard to fill out his medical history.
"This is stupid," he says. "It’s probably just gonna clear up in a week or so anyway."
"You don't know that," you say. And you heave a sigh. Sometimes this man requires every last ounce of your ever-thinning patience.
You reclaim the clipboard and do this part for him too, filling out his fake-ass insurance information with his fake-ass name.
You detail his history and current symptoms to the best of your ability, and you make sure to jot down certain visits to free clinics in his past that he'd probably gloss over.
When the nurse opens the door and calls him back to see the doctor, Dean still glances over at you, mostly annoyed. But underneath, you sense his hesitation.
You slip your hand into his and get up with him. You grace a kiss over his knuckles — a moment of solidarity — and you go with him to one of the back rooms.
You later have to bite your lip against the vindicated urge to say I told you so.
The doctor informs Dean that he likely has a kidney stone.
If possible, Dean is even more sour the whole car ride home. He's convinced all the vegetables you've been trying to get him to eat are the culprit.
"This is what I get for eating fucking rabbit food," he grumbles. He levies a finger at you. "See? I told you. Nothing good comes of it."
"Right," you snort. "Zucchini is what's got you're, uh, pipe all blocked up."
But seeing the disgruntled look on his face, you remember just how much pain he's been trying to cover up for the past week. How many times you've found him hunched in the bathroom, dreading a piss.
You reach over and try to soothe him, gently stroking his thigh.
"It's okay, baby. We'll get the official test results soon. In the meantime, just keep drinking lots of water and get some actual rest."
"Whatever," he mutters.
But underneath the embarrassment, the shit, I'm getting old bit cropping back up again, and the Dean Winchester quirk of not wanting to be fussed over, not wanting to be seen as weak or ridiculous — what finally surfaces past all that is you.
Specifically, how much you push him to take care of himself.
Besides Sam, you're the only one who manages to keep him in check, the only one who cares that much, that you'd literally try to steal his car.
Yeah, I love you tends to cut through pretty much all the other bullshit.
Dean might not always express it words, but he does it now, taking your hand off his lap and pressing a kiss to your wrist, right over your pulse point.
You briefly take your eyes off the road to glance over at him, smiling. He's going to be out of commission for a while until this little problem clears up, in more ways than one.
The great Dean Winchester.
Beats Death itself, too many times to count.
Felled by pebble in his...well...proverbial shoe.
You try to hide your amusement, if not your affection. You bite your lip hard.
"Shut up," he warns, even though his lips twitch upward.
Your snort of laughter escapes before you can reign it in.
Beau Arlen

Beau is resistant at first, but he's probably the easiest to wrangle into seeing the doctor, whether it's yearly checkups or a man flu gotten out of control.
("You know what, my throat still feels weird on the left side, especially when I swallow. Feels scratchy and, uh, kinda hurts. You think I should get it looked at? What if it's laryngitis, or pneumonia, or God forbid, throat cancer. I mean, throat cancer, honey! That's nothin' to laugh at.")
You wish he'd have that "proactive" mentality with other areas of his health too, like not overworking himself at the precinct.
But when it comes to one exam in particular, he's your typical male of a certain age.
No matter how many times you remind him and write down the appointment on the calendar stuck to the fridge so he doesn't forget, he conjures some excuse for why he couldn't make it.
At first it's begrudgingly amusing, but by the third time, you're concerned, and even annoyed that he isn't taking his health more seriously.
"Look, I know it's not exactly pleasant, but this stuff is important. You gotta take care of yourself," you say.
You know you don't have to remind him that he has a daughter, but you will pull that card if you have to.
"Yeah, I know. It's just, uh..." Beau trails off, hands on his hips. He doesn't know what to tell you to make you understand how much he'd rather not go to this appointment.
"It's just a prostate exam, babe. I'll bet it's not half as invasive as a pap smear," you say wryly.
Beau shakes his head at you. "That very well may be, but believe you me, no man wants a latex finger up his..."
You raise your brows and tilt your head with a smile. "Well, you know. Some guys actually—"
Beau waves a hand at whatever you were going to say next.
"You know what, forget I said anything. I'd rather just live my life not knowing what's down there. Really, I'm good."
You utter a laugh, but you sidle up to him and grasp the open edges of his jacket. You turn your face up to him with a more sensuous smile.
"You don't mind when I do it," you tease.
Beau actually blushes. His cheeks and the tips of his ears tinge pink.
He clears his throat, his hands settling on the curve of your waist.
"Well, that's different," he says. His voice pitches lower, his green eyes taking on a slight mischievous gleam. "You're just teasin' the cave. You're not looking for coal."
Laughter bursts out of you like a gut punch. Your forehead falls against his chest as your entire body shakes with giggles.
Beau wraps you up in his arms. He tries and fails to temper his grin, even though his cheeks are still burning.
"All right, fine. I'll go," he says. "But I don't want to hear a damn peep out of you when I get back."
Soldier Boy (Ben)
(Oh, good fucking luck on this one.)
Ben rarely, if ever, gets sick. Of course, he's also nearly invulnerable.
However, you've been trying to get him to see a different kind of medical professional.
"Excuse me?" he growls. The first time you suggest it, he dismissed the idea with a roll of his eyes, thinking you were just trying to get a rise out of him. He doesn't appreciate you bringing it up again. "You better be fucking kidding."
"Ben..." You try to ply him with a gentle hand on his arm, but he shrugs you off, too irritated to curb the impulse.
"I'm fucking crazy, is that it? That what you're trying to say?" His voice raises, notch after notch. "I don't need a goddamn shrink!"
"I didn't say you were crazy!" you say. It's hard not to match his volume, but you manage to stand your ground while he huffs and puffs and eventually storms out.
You get discouraged and frustrated yourself, but you cling to every scrap of patience you can muster up for this man.
It's gonna take a few tries.
You start to suggest that maybe he should start easing up on the weed and the booze too.
Any time he snaps at you, you remind him that for as much shit as you've put up with him so far, this is the kind of shit that'll send you packing. Leaving his ass. For good.
He volleys back with empty words. "Fine, fucking leave."
You know they're empty, because every time you've called his bluff and packed a bag, he stops you.
"All right, enough. You've proved your fucking point."
After that, he tries to cut back on the booze, at least. He watches you pour out the Grey Goose and the Patrón.
Fucking fine by him. He's lost the taste for vodka, let alone that frilly French shit, and the cheap tequila.
But choking off the vein of one vice just makes another twice as strong.
Ultimately, it doesn't fix the problem either.
There's the time Ben blows a hole in the roof of your house (after a nightmare, he refuses to admit).
And there's a second time too. A third close call, and Ben pushes you clean off the bed so you won't get hurt.
If that didn't do it, he finally gets the picture after the second pink line appears on that white stick.
It now lies on your nightstand while you and Ben lay tangled together, bare skin against bare, flushed, sweaty skin.
A celebration, if you will.
His big hand lies splayed over your belly, protective, possessive, and deep down...grateful.
You glance up at the patched ceiling. Ben follows your gaze. His contentment fades into a frown, just like yours.
Both of you are thinking the same thing, if in different flavors of concern. Anxiety. (Guilt.)
"It's different now. You know that, right?" you say quietly. "If we're going to do this, you and me together, then I need you to protect us. Protect us from you."
At this point, you know he won't see a psychiatrist for his PTSD; not if it's to help himself (God forbid he admit that he needs it).
But if it's to protect you and your child, his own child...
Ben swallows a few acidic ounces of his pride.
Despite every cell in body that fights against it, he gets in his car the very next day and shows up for the appointment you made for him with Dr. David.
("What kind of quack fucking doctor goes by his first name, anyway? Christ.")
After the first couple of painfully awkward sessions, it's not so bad, Ben discovers.
He has a willing (heavily paid) audience for all of his stories from "the good old days."
Every gushy detail.
Russell Shaw

Russell is always quick to give reassurances, to downplay, to tell you that he's good.
But the day he comes home from a job with his bag hanging from his fingertips, almost dragging on the floor, his movements stiff as a rail — your heart sinks into your stomach.
"Hey, baby," he greets you tiredly, even tries to kiss you, but you're too busy running gentle hands over his arms and chest. Searching.
"Hmm, someone's missed me. Miss Handsy-yy-ahhh..." His playful quip dies the moment you find it.
Under his jacket lies the shoddy patch job on the bullet wound in his arm, located a few inches below the shoulder, just barely hidden by his sleeve.
"What the fuck is this?" you snap, half in anger, half in worry as tears spring hot in your eyes.
Russell immediately goes into damage control, soothing a hand down your arm and meeting your gaze.
"Hey, I'm okay. It's just a graze."
"Yeah fucking right. You're still bleeding!"
"Ehh, yeah, but no biggie. I've got some tools in the car—"
"No! We're going to the hospital."
"Sweetheart—"
"Right now! Let's go."
The man doesn't have the heart to argue with you too much after that. He knows he should've taken proper care of this before he got home. He really just wanted to, well, get home. To you.
But he regrets scaring you. He regrets making you worry.
He brushes the tears from your eyes and is grateful you don't ask what happened. He can't really tell you, even if he wanted to. His contract work with Horizon keeps his lips sealed for your safety, above all other reasons.
Only now does he begin to realize just how fucking unfair that is.
It really hits him when you sit with him for an hour and a half in the Emergency Department, waiting after the guy who fell off his moped, a kid with a little green army man stuck up his nose ("Hey, retro," Russell whispers to you), and a lady who can't seem to stop hiccuping.
Russell takes in a deep breath. He leans over to your ear.
"You know, we could just fix this up at home. A little needle and thread and some alcohol. Perfect First Aid kit," he says.
You narrow your gaze at him. "We're waiting to see a doctor. And don't think I'm done with you. When we get home, prepare to get punished."
A little smirk tugs at his lips. He brushes said lips across the back of your ear. "What am I, a little kid?"
You smile slightly as well.
"Well, if you're not going to tell me when you're hurt and try to cover it up like a little kid, that's how I'm gonna treat you."
Russell chuckles. His hand slips over your thigh.
"Gotta say, I'm kind of liking the sound of punishment. What'd you have in mind, sweetheart? Gonna spank me?"
And he's willing to give you more ideas.
You roll your eyes. Despite wanting to remain strong, his touch, the sensation of his lips brushing your ear sends a shiver curling down your spine.
"Oh, you just wait."
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*after quite the chaotic morning, ichi hopped onto the couch to get some rest only to accidentally end up falling asleep! for a while he's completely quiet, yet all of a sudden some soft, sleepy giggles escape him! while one might think he's just having another wild dream, it turns out that it's actually because of papa eve deciding that his fluffy hair would be the perfect spot to do some kneading! he closes his eyes as he continues his important, little task, not at all minding the occasional chuckle that escapes the sleeping man laying in front of him~*
"...! Oh! Looks like Ichi fall asleep on the couch..." Phan quietly comments to herself as she hovers over him! With a smile, she was about to sneak out of there as to avoid possibly making too much noise , only to quickly turn back around with hearing him start to giggle!!
"!!!" Going back over to him, she gives a tiny delighted gasp when realizing that it was Papa Eve, who was making him giggle by making biscuits in his fluffy hair~ "Ah... ! Ehehe, Papa Eve! Making some fluffy senbei biscuits, are you~?" She whispers with a giggle of her own, finding the sight of this so cute as she begins gently rubbing the kitty's fluffy back~
"A fluff kneading the fluff! Hehe, he doesn't seem to mind it, giggles aside~ When he wakes up, I bet he'll be so surprised to see the yummy biscuits you were able to make, using his fuzzy mane...!!"

#Chef Papa Eve kneading some fluffy dragon senbei biscuits!!!#getting a giggoly Ichi in the process hee hee~#super cute!!! 💖#Phan answers;;#essenceofjustice
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oooo for the wip game!!! for any ur feeling :3c 3, 6, 12!!
hiii lore ehehe <3 talking once more about my sweet baby diluc fic....
ask me questions about my wip!
3. Whose your favorite character for this chapter/fic?
adelinde is my favorite character by far. i think she's so darling and her relationship with diluc is so fun to play with <3 i've also loved writing barbara in this fic. she's so delightful and such a little ray of sunshine for the reader <3
6. Does this chapter/fic have any twists that you’re proud of?
hmmm i don't know if i have any twists in this fic really, but i am procrastinating writing an interaction between diluc & kaeya because. well. they're tough nuts to crack!
12. What emotions do you expect your readers to feel?
hopefully warm and fuzzy! i hope it has the same energy as an old romance novel where you know what's going to happen but the characters don't know. it's a little predictable but it's fun and it's good for binge reading with a cup of tea.
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“It’s— That’s alright, you don’t need to apologize.” Hinata offers a smile that is half sheepish and half uncertain: She didn’t really have a good answer to the question posed. “What did we do together? Umm. . “
Hinata chews on the inside of her lip, thoughtful expression on her face, and eyes cast towards the floor. She and her sister had spend a majority of their childhood pitted against one another by their father to see which one would develop the qualities he thought a leader should have: Rigidity, callousness, strict. Qualities Hinata didn’t possess. Hinata swallows hard as she pushes past the painful memories to the fuzzy, earlier ones.
“Well. . “ Hinata starts up again, eyes soaking up Renge’s pleasant features as her heart takes comfort in knowing Renge would never push to get information out of her. A melancholy smile grows on Hinata’s lips. “When we were really young . . She wanted to be just like me. So she would mimic a lot of what I would do. She was like my little shadow. So, sometimes I would claim she was my shadow and pretend to look for her. She always thought that was funny, eheh. . “
Hinata tilts her head to the side, eyes sliding to look at nothing in particular as she begins to think out loud. “I think— I think she followed my lead a lot because she never knew our mother; She died soon after my sister was born, so. .”
Eyelids flutter as she suddenly snaps back into reality and her expression becomes mortified. She overshared. Hinata attempts an awkward bow in a seated position. “Eto— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to— umm, what is that ph-phrase— Tr-Trauma dump on you!”
With carmine eyes slightly widening in surprise, the little fact about Hinata being a fellow older sibling to one younger sister comes off as a pleasant revelation. After all, a shared experience is what helps to make people become closer through kinship. And yet — to assume that everyone shares the exact same life events as she does however, is a foolish assumption to begin with. As she witnesses a somber smile upon Hinata’s visage, and the mention of the other’s younger sister, her expression sympathetically warps into a similar pensiveness.
“Oh… I’m sorry.” Apologetic, her head slightly cants down lower. Not everyone has the same harmonious familial experience. Still, part of her remains a little hopeful — somehow still expecting at least a good outcome from this conversation. “…Um, then… what do you usually do with your sister, Hinata-san?” Hoping that at least this wouldn’t come off even more awkward. At this point, the conversation could lead into just about anywhere.
“Did you read books together…? Or maybe play make believe?” The very hobby that both she and her sister loved to do together, especially when they got to reenact several fairytales they hear in bedtime stories. Only to find it rather silly when they’re grown enough to know it’s merely a little childhood fantasy. Well... most of it. “…but if Hinata-san doesn’t feel like it to tell anything to me, you don’t have to answer my questions either.”
#incandescentia#incandescentia: renge#hinata replies#v; girl grounded ( mod main )#I got carried away pls you do not have to match length!!
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Can't Fight This Feeling - P1
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson
Summary: After Steve comes to the realization that he's bisexual, he's determined in going after what he wants; Eddie Munson. What he assumed would be an easy performance of flirting quickly turns into a complicated maze as he realises Eddie is more bark than bite.
Or, Steve Harrington is a manwhore and Eddie Munson is simultaneously horrified and turned on by the advances.
Word Count: 2372
A/N: This is my first piece of writing that I've uploaded on this account (I'm not new to writing fanfics ehehe) but I'm terrified anyways! In this story, everything that's happened in the show has happened, however Eddie lives and this story is set a few months after the events of Vecna. Also I was inspired by a post by @tuvens talking about manwhore Steve and Eddie so this is that :D I think there will be about 3-4 parts to this! oki bye lots of love <3
Here is Part 2!
(divider by @delishlydelightfuldividers)
It was a well known fact that Steve Harrington was a ladies' man. He's had several girls wrapped around his finger, although he would argue that Nancy was his first love and the girls before didn't mean as much. He knew this was a dick move, but hey, at least he was aware of it. Ever since dealing with demogorgons, demo bats, demowhatever, he's had a lot of time to think about who he was. And he was a ladies' man.
Yet nobody knew the extent of that statement. Word was that Steve was a natural, he just knew what to do with his body, he just knew what to do with his words, but this was far from the truth. The world did not realise how much effort, trial and error, embarrassing conversations and 'experimenting' had gone into shaping Steve's love life. He had tried many things, with many different people, many times.
At the end of his 'research', Steve came to the conclusion that he liked to please. He liked to make people writhe and squirm under him and feel fuzzy from intense feelings. He also wanted to writhe and squirm under someone, but that was a concern for a different time. After all, not many girls were interested in that. Which is what led Steve to wonder if he was into guys, if he had always been into guys.
Then came along Eddie 'The Freak' Munson. Eddie had surprisingly soft, tender hands with only the tips of his fingers being rough and callused. Fingers that had delicately danced over Steve's skin before, right above his belt line and slightly under his shirt, on accident, of course. Steve thought he'd be addicted to something else from Eddie, beer, weed, but definitely not the feeling of his fingers gliding over his skin. For something that had happened only a couple of times, he thought about it way too much.
"I think I wanna try Eddie Munson." Steve called out, to nobody in particular. He knew that Robin was somewhere in the back, probably reading some magazine. He didn't expect her to actually be listening.
"Dude, are you crazy? First of all, you guys are friends now. You know he's not he's not actually that bad. Second of all, he'd actually stab you. If you want some cheap fight do it with some sophomore kid, not with Eddie." Robin explained with only her head popping out from the doorway. Steve pulled a face at her.
"A fight? No dumbass I meant the other type of try." Steve responded.
"What other type of try?" Robin inquired.
"The, on my dick, type of try." Steve answered nonchalantly. Robin's jaw dropped as she looked at Steve, eyes going back and forth between his own to look for any signs of laughter. When she realised he was serious, her body hit the wall as she slid down to the floor, landing with a slight grunt.
"Steve...? You do realise that you're not into guys right?"
The boy's eyes drop to the floor. He knew he had never talked to Robin about this, he didn't think he would have to, he always thought she'd just casually accept anything. Robin noticed the change in his reaction and regretted her choice of words.
"Oh Steve... I'm sorry I thought you were kidding or... Whatever, doesn't matter. So, are you gay?" Robin asked, this time with a softness in her voice.
"Uh, not exactly. I think I'm bisexual." Steve responded, with a slight smile on his face.
"Okay, that's cool!"
For a moment, the two forgot the initial comment Steve had said to start the conversation. Until Robin's jaw dropped again.
"Wait don't you think for a second that I don't remember what you said before. You wanna fuck Eddie?" Robin yelled, causing Steve to warily glance around the store to make sure nobody had come in.
"Yes, is that so hard to believe?"
"I mean... I'm shocked. You just came to terms with a major aspect of your identity, your sexuality, and you've completely skipped over it and now you're talking about fucking Eddie Munson!" Robin yelled again, this time waving her arms around to express her surprise.
"Jesus, just tell the whole world why don't you." Steve groaned as he dragged his hands down his face.
"Robin, I've always known. Ever since I was like 12. I've just never had the opportunity to act on it. Deeply, I'm bisexual. But even deeper down, I'm a raging whore, who likes to feel good. If I can get that from both girls and guys, then of course I'm going to go for it." Steve explained to a still very shocked Robin.
"Well, at least you're self aware..." Robin muttered. She was mesmerized at Steve's confession. Had he always felt this way? Was she just unable to tell? Had her gaydar become weak? Questions raced through her mind, but the biggest one of all was, why Eddie? Steve and Eddie, although friends, were polar opposites. She had heard of the term 'opposites attract' but she didn't actually expect it to be true.
A few days later, almost as if the gods had called him in, Eddie waltzed through the front door of Family Video, turning left to cruise down the aisles before noticing Steve and Robin waiting at the front desk. Robin turned to look at Steve, who was already staring at Eddie. His eyes followed the metalhead all around the store, taking notice of every little detail about him. The little sweat droplets forming on his torso, peeking out from the home-made crop top Eddie wore, as they dropped to his ripped jeans. The ripped jeans that were just low enough to show the sway of Eddie's hips as he slowly walked around, browsing for movies. The signature black handkerchief moved side to side as he did. Steve had never seen his friend's hair up before, especially not in a bun, with a few stray pieces framing his face. His eyes travelled back down to Eddie's hands, adorned with 3 rings, and the now freshly painted black nail polish on his nails.
"Steve, you spend way too much time staring at his ass." Robin pointed out.
"Excuse you, I was looking at his fingers." Steve replied.
"I wanna lick them." he whispered, after a few moments of silence, earning a smack in the shoulder from Robin.
"Can either of you help me? You'd think you'd do a better job." Eddie called out, now turned and looking at Steve and Robin standing behind the counter. Before Robin could even tell Steve to go up to him, he'd already made his way around and walked over to the aisle.
"Hey pretty boy, what can I help you with?" Steve asked innocently. Eddie blinked at him, eyes wide open, surprised at the new nick name. Steve blinked back with the same innocent look, as if there was nothing odd about what he had just said.
"So, I've gone from Eddie 'The Freak' Munson straight to pretty boy, huh? I guess I did something right to rise in the ranks this quick." said Eddie, earning a chuckle from Steve.
"I need the Terminator."
"Terminator? Not your style Eddie. What's gotten into you, you got a date or something?" Steve joked as he let himself look up and down at the figure in front of him, something Eddie definitely took notice of.
"I hate it. But the guys in my band wanted to watch it for movie night, so I have to oblige." Eddie explained, looking away to avoid Steve's intense looks, but also to hide the blush that was forming on his face.
"So what I'm getting from this is that you're single and like to please others?" Steve suggested, a slight smirk pulling at his lips. Eddie's head whipped around, eyes wide open again, and cheeks red. Steve laughed to himself at the reaction. Cute, he thought to himself.
"How the hell did you get that from what I said?" Eddie asked, trying to hide part of his face with his hands. Steve shrugged as he walked away, motioning for Eddie to follow him with his fingers.
"So I'm right." he stated, matter-of-factly. He grabbed the movie from the rack and walked over to the counter to scan the item, looking down to see Robin hiding under the desk, with her finger held up to her lips.
"That'll be $3.50."
"You're not, actually." Eddie muttered.
"I'm not what? Use your words, hun." The slip of the pet name was accidental, but Steve decided that he liked it, and he guessed Eddie did too, from the new blush that formed over his cheeks.
"You're not right. I don't like to please." Eddie explained as he handed over the money.
"Then what do you like to do?" Steve asked, turning his head to the right as he leaned his head in his hands, now looking up into Eddie's eyes.
"That's my information, Harrington."
"Well, I'd like to find out some time." he whispered, as Eddie's face contorted into one of confusion? Surprise? Steve couldn't really tell, but it was definitely a reaction.
"What happens in my sex life stays in my room Steve."
"Oh, who ever mentioned anything about sex?" Steve joked. Eddie froze, worried that he had misread the situation. Before he could do anything, Steve spoke up again.
"And, is that an invitiation to your house?" he suggested, now smiling.
"Nice try, your highness. Come over to my trailer uninvited and I'll actually hurt you." Eddie sang as he walked away from the counter.
"Who knows, I might actually be into that!" Steve called out just before Eddie walked out the door. Their eyes met as he watched him walk away, never looking away until Eddie was out of sight. Steve couldn't tell if there was a smile or a smirk on his face. He swore there was something, some up turn of the lips.
Robin jumped up from under the counter, looking at Steve, once again with her mouth wide open.
"Robin, you're going to catch all the flies in Hawkins. Close your mouth you look like a fish." Steve suggested as he took a seat on the counter.
"What the FUCK was that?!" Robin demanded.
"What the fuck was what?" Steve responded, feigning innocence.
"THAT! Are you kidding me? One day you accept your sexuality, then you say you wanna fuck Eddie Munson, and then you literally open the dam holding back Flirtation River and drown the poor guy! Did you see how red he was?" Robin yelled.
"Yeah? That was my goal?"
"Okay, Jesus, you definitely achieved your goal... But have you considered that Eddie might not want to fuck you?"
The question stumped Steve. He hadn't actually considered that a lot. He assumed that Eddie's behaviour was flirting, which could only mean one thing right...? Why would he flirt if he wasn't interested in Steve.
"Hey, wait wait. No. You're not ugly, Steve, you're not bad. I'm not saying you're not good enough, or that he doesn't wanna fuck you. I'm just saying maybe he doesn't want anything right now in general." said Robin as she noticed Steve's face drop.
"Well, that's why you flirt to make the intentions painfully clear. Then they figure out whether they want to do something about it. You do it until they give you a response that is clear." said Steve.
"Dear God I knew you were a flirt but I didn't know you had this in you..." Robin mumbled.
"To be honest, I didn't either... It just kinda came out when I was talking to him."
"Oh my god, you are so screwed. You want him so bad!" Robin giggled as she finished her sentence. She was excited to see this new side of Steve, someone more bold.
"Yes! God, yes. I don't think I've ever wanted someone like this so bad before. I'm glad it's obvious, let's just hope that he's smart enough to pick up on it." He giggled too. He felt giddy at the thought of having Eddie to himself.
"But, I don't know Steve... Maybe reel it in a little. You don't wanna freak the dude out."
"Wait, really?" A puzzled look appeared on his face.
"Yeah. You gotta think about it, up until a couple of months ago, he thought you were a bully, a prick, an asshole. He didn't hang out with any of us. He didn't have the experience of fighting anything from the Upside Down, and now you're talking about sex a mile a minute. It's gotta cause him emotional whiplash."
The two now sat together, next to each other, on the counter.
"Hm. I didn't think about it that way."
"Yeah, Steve, you don't think about many things in any way. You're kind of a himbo.
"A himbo...? What's that?"
"A he bimbo. You're attractive, but you're a bit dull in the head."
Steve rolled his eyes at the explanation. "Thank you Robin, you're kind as ever."
"Okay well, you get what I'm saying. Maybe take it slow a bit. You only just became kinda sorta friends with him a few months ago."
"Got it! I get what you mean. Next time he comes in, or when I see him next, I'll reign it in."
"Something tells me you don't knwow what I mean, but okay!"
As Steve lay in bed that night he thought about what had happened earlier in the day. He loved seeing Eddie's reactions to the words he had said, the little spark in his eyes, the faint blush wash over his cheeks. He could watch him squirm like that for days and he wouldn't get tired of it. But his mind brought back Robin's words. What if Eddie didn't want to fuck him? What if he had misread everything. What if he had ruined his friendship with the guy? His worries washed away as he imagined Eddie lying in bed next to him. He'd trail his fingers up and down Eddie's chest, enjoying every second with him. Steve fell asleep that night thinking of what to do the next time he would see his favourite metalhead.
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