#anyway I love Ed I wanna hug him

[lumiilys]

Sometimes I think a little too hard about how Ed must have been feeling throughout s2e7 and I want to cry

[lovebugism]

Hii i saw you wanted some smutty requests so here we go:

being frisky at the fun fair with maybe grumpy!eddie? 🤭 or whoever you think would be better.

absolutely adore your writing btw 💕

hi! this is me making sure i still know how to write lol! pls ignore any mistakes bc this isn't proofread hehe but i hope you like it anon! — eddie munson may hate the state fair, but he loves the hell outta you (established relationship, allusions to smut 18+ | 1.1k)

Eddie’s too proud for the mirror maze.

Correction: Eddie’s too proud to admit that he has no idea how to get out of the mirror maze. 

You hide your giggling behind your palm when he hits another glass pane with a resounding thud. The cartoonish sound echoes through the otherwise empty attraction, along with the boy’s whispered “Fuck!” he tries hard to hide under his breath. 

His fingertips disappear under his curly bangs as he rubs at his forehead, trying and failing to find the spot that aches. He spins on the heel of his worn sneaker, and you find his pretty features bathed in rainbow neon lights and hardened into a boyish pout. 

He glares when he catches you smiling in the face of his plight, doe eyes narrowing in a look of offense — as though you were the one making him run into every mirror.

“It’s not funny,” Eddie grumbles, now kneading his temple. “I wanna go home.”

Your smile only widens. “We still have to get outta here first, Eds,” you tell him, soft and sympathetic, as you pat gently at his chest.

The notion makes his pout deepen. His huff bounces off the glass-metal cage you’re both stuck in as he spins back around again — lest the pretty way you’re looking at him now makes him melt. “I can’t believe you talked me into this,” he mumbles with a shake of his wild head.

You watch him take a tentative step forward and grin at the back of him. “It’s your fault for being so in love with me,” you joke.

You expect him to turn around and glare again — or to laugh like it’s all a big joke and say, “In your dreams, babe.” But instead, he only sighs. And beneath the soft clanging of his hesitant footsteps against the silver floor, you hear him murmur under his breath, “Yeah, I know…”

His words trail off as he turns a sharp corner. A warning bubbles in your throat, then fades on the edge of your tongue a second later. Eddie rams into his reflection before he can blink. “Shit!” he curses, half-drowned out beneath your giggling and the echoing thud of his previous impact.

“Why don’t you put your arms out in front of you like a normal person?” you wonder through a bout of unbridled laughter.

Eddie grumbles something unintelligible under his breath. He rubs at his forehead with his ringed hand balled in a tight fist — not because he hit his head like an idiot (this time, anyway), but because the neon lights coupled with frustration are making his mind all swimmy. If there was anyone not built for a state fair, it was undoubtedly and unequivocally him.

Knowing this, you exhale a whimsical sigh and wrap arms both your arms around him. “Aw, Eds…” you say, still laughing slightly under your breath as you hug him by the waist. 

You rest your head on his shoulder and rub your warm cheek along the soft leather of his jacket. You peer up at him through your lashes and find his face all pinched together — but softened, still, by the emerald-ocean lights overhead.

“Want me to kiss it better?” you offer with a knowing lilt in your gentle voice.

Wordlessly, and never losing his pout, Eddie nods in the affirmative.

You rise to the tips of your toes and brush a kiss against his temple. The boy exhales a deep sigh through his nose before his tense shoulders relax slowly against you. ‘Cause underneath all the metalhead exterior, of course, is just a really big teddy bear.

“Want another?” you ask when you see the plea swimming in his wide brown eyes.

Eddie, however, shrugs unenthusiastically in response. “If it’ll make you feel better, I guess,” he mumbles, though his lips ache with the urge to kiss yours.

You seemingly know this as you wrap both arms around his neck like a snake trying to suffocate its prey before kissing the breath from his lungs. 

Eddie barely has time to take a breath before you’re licking into his mouth — wet tongue running warm along his chapped lips, body so close he can feel your languid heartbeat pounding against his chest. 

His head swims. His stomach swirls. His mouth waters for more. His head pulls back from you all the same.

“Whoa,” he mumbles, slightly slurred, as his lips click audibly from yours. His chcolate eyes are noticeably lidded, and his mouth is distinctly rosier. The sight of your work makes you grin, similarly kiss-struck. “What are you doing?” he wonders aloud, trying to laugh.

“Kissin’ you,” you answer like it’s obvious.

His heavy eyes flit past you to peer further down the maze. They dart wildly back and forth like he’s looking for extra bodies through the glass panes. Your smile widens. “Fair’s closing, babe. There’s no one else in here…”

You trail off and press your mouth to his neck. Not exactly kissing him there, just smoothing your lips up and down the thrumming tendon of his milky white skin. You hear him sigh like he’s annoyed by it all, but his ringed hands find purchase on your hips in surrender. 

“The shit you get me into…” Eddie huffs at the ceiling, eyes fluttering shut when your teeth scratch at his pulse.

“You love it,” you assure with a smile into his skin.

He squeezes at your hips, as though in warning. “That’s very presumptuous of you.”

“Is it?” you hum sarcastically while, at the same time, nudging at his crotch with your thigh — where you can feel his cock beginning to harden through the thick fabric of his jeans. “‘Cause it kinda feels like you love it.”

“I hate you,” you hear him announce in a low grumble, just before his hand reaches for your neck. You can feel the warm silver of his rings along the back of it when he grabs you there,  pulling you away from his skin to press his mouth mercilessly to yours.

Your back hits the mirror with a dull thud, and you try not to think about how Eddie had run into it minutes prior — lest you break into another giggle fit in the heat of the honeyed moment. You just tangle your fingers in the boy’s silky, wild curls and let him make a mess of you. 

It’s all teeth and tongue. So messy, you can feel a mixture of your saliva on your chin. He kisses you with a brutal adoration, like he’s biting into the sweetest of apples.

Eddie grabs your leg with the hand not cradling the back of your neck. You can feel his rings leaving indents on the warm skin of your thigh from how ardently he’s holding you as he urges your knee up to his hips. You wrap your calf around the back of him obediently, skirt creeping scandalously up your lap. 

A whimper sounds in your throat when Eddie grinds his hips forward, trying hopelessly to soothe the aching of his stiffening cock. The coarse denim presses mercilessly to the wet spot forming in your panties. The unforgiving metal of his zipper nudges at your clit. The world spins around you.

When white lights reflect suddenly in rays along the many mirrors around you, you figure it must be the stars in your eyes. Until someone bangs along the far wall at the edge of the attraction, anyway — a dense and distant thud, thud, thud — as though they were beating the glass with their fist.

Your heart lurches into your throat. You and Eddie part from each other instinctively, squinting at the bright light as you search for the person behind it. Through many layers of distorted glass, you find a figure all in khaki — wearing a cowboy hat and a gold badge on his chest. 

Chief fucking Hopper.

“You got one minute to get the hell outta here!” Jim demands in a distant, but no less stern voice.

Eddie gapes, stunned silent, as the throbbing of pleasure between his legs starts to ebb. He’s even more horrified when you start to laugh aloud to yourself, like all of this is funny to you.

“We’re gonna need a lot longer than that, Hop,” you shout back, still giggling as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Eddie’s navigational skills are shit—”

Chest swirling with equal parts embarrassment, frustration, and longing (an albeit dangerous concoction), Eddie grumbles under his breath and reaches for your hand. “Let’s just fucking go,” he mumbles like a rumbling storm cloud as he leads you down the glass maze with a soft but unyielding touch.

“Wait— Watch out,” you caution when you catch him stomping in the wrong direction. 

Your words are punctuated by a metallic thud and Eddie’s pained shout. “Fuck!”

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 24: Love is the only thing we can take with us. 

@thefreakandthehair

Steve looked around his room, it would be the last time he did. He could hear his parents still arguing downstairs. He knew he didn't have a lot of time, soon he'd hear his father's footsteps coming up the stairs.

"You're no son of mine!"

Steve hadn't felt like his son in a long time anyway. When he thought of dads he thought of Hopper at his graduation or Wayne watching the game with him. He'd called Hopper, Dad, when he woke up in the hospital and saw the previously dead police chief at his bedside. No, Steve Harrington hadn't been Richard Harrington's son in a long time.

He knew he didn't have much time, but he'd been planning for this moment, the day they would find out. It was inevitable, small town, nosy neighbours. Steve kept his room impersonal for a reason, it wouldn't last forever. Kneeling quickly he grabbed his box, it was all he would need.

The clothes he actually liked wearing weren't in this closet anymore, the beemer had always been in his name. Nothing else in the house mattered but this box. The last piece of Steve in these four walls.

"Steven?"

He'd asked her to call him Steve all his life, she didn't.

"Can't you see what you're doing to your mother?"

Maria Harrington hadn't been Steve's mother in a long time. Mothers were there for their kids when they woke up from nightmares. Claudia never judged when he woke up screaming on the couch. A true mother looked after their son when he was sick in bed, soup and comfort and love. Joyce brought him soup last winter, when the flu had him stuck in bed, he didn't even call, she just knew.

"I know, I'm leaving now."

"Please, Steven, there are places we can go to fix you," she cried. Mothers don't think their kid's heart needs fixing.

"You were supposed to be a real man!" Richard yelled as he passed him down the stairs. Fathers are proud of their sons growing into protectors and carers.

"This will never be your home again!" Was the last thing Steve heard as he closed his car door and placed the small box on the passenger seat. Parents always have a home waiting for you, even when they think you're wrong.

"Steve?"

Wayne is the first one to spot him as he arrives at the trailer. It's sunday, family dinner at the rotating family table. Tonight was meant to be at the Munsons.

"Steve, honey? You ok?" Joyce is the first one to touch him, worry in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, son." Hopper is the first one to read his teary eyes like a book. They all knew where he'd been.

Claudia gingerly took the box from him, "I'll put this in your room, sweetheart, let Eddie know you're back home."

Steve could hear the kids yelling around the picnic table outside; could smell dinner cooking. Robins laughter piercing though the air and Eddie's boombox playing loudly.

"Baby?"

There he was.

"Hey, Eds, think we'll have to move up that moving date, if it's ok?"

Eddie's features softened from worry to sympathy, "Course, sunshine, although I'm still surprised Joyce and Hop didn't kidnap you months ago.

Later, when he'd given everyone hugs goodbye, some were a bit tighter than others, he sat on the bed with his box.

"You wanna unpack that alone, or want help?"

"You can look, it's not a secret, just special," Steve replied, patting the space next to him. Eddie plopped himself down beside his boyfriend, lifting the lid.

Inside was a mess of bits and pieces. Eddie reached in and took out a stack of photos. Steve at his graduation, a big smile with Hopper's arm around his shoulders, Dustin beaming beside him. Robin putting Steve in a headlock at the quarry last summer, he refuses to say he let her win. Eddie at his first show back, scars on full display. And countless other memories.

There were also little toys from the arcade and pebbles and ticket stubs and letters and a full life story of one Steve Harrington told through the love of his family.

"This was all I went back to get, all I needed. Wasn't expecting them to know about you already, but I knew they'd find out one day. Couldn't let them have this, not after they spent so long trying to take my heart from me."

"I think it's high time we clear some space around here for all this, Stevie, time to let your love be out on full display."

When Steve fell asleep that night, wrapped in the arms of a boy who went to hell from him and staring at the new photos on the wall, he truly felt home.

[italianraviolos]

THOUGHTS I HAD DURING MY MANY RE-WATCHES OF HAZBIN HOTEL & HELLUVA BOSS

Why Vivziepop has an obsession for top hats? No hate, I love the design, just have seen lots of hats

I love that vaggie is the toughest of them all, but she dresses so preppy

Adam gives the same vibe of Andrew Tate (my red flag is that I would Adam anyway)

Charlie deserves the world

I'm afraid that huskerdust could become a bromance (I know it's canon, but I'm scared anyway) I hope we will see more of them in the second season

Vox gives the same vibe of a friend of mine

I hate Val, but his VA did an incredible work, to me he sounds really natural

Alastor has a Karen haircut

The girls who fancy Alastor, are the same who fancy Dr. Thredson from AHS

Emily deserves more credit

I don't like Lilith

I like to think the Vs are all in a poly relationship with eachother

Sir Pentious is the coolest dude (would)

I don't know how to feel about Nyfti

The Italian VA is done so amazingly I prefer it to the English version, I love the original, but this time, Italians did the best

If you watch it while high (I'm not suggesting anything and I discourage any sort of consumption) the soft music as a very low soundtrack in every scene is so silly I love it

For the Italians: Val ed Enzo Miccio sono la stessa persona

Rdj and Vox are the same person

It breaks me that Alastor claims he has to go to the tailor meanwhile he always went around with a worn out jacket

Alastor announcing a podcast is like those old TV stars opening their podcast (I can only find Italian examples, so for my people: come il poretcast)

Stolas such a himbo I LOVE HIM (he's so me I can't)

Kid Stolas is soooo lovely, so squishy I wanna hug him

I love that there are a lot of correlations between Carmilla Carmine and Vaggie

Carmilla Carmine is one of those mothers who make videos of themselves with montages of tiger and lions defending their kids

Blitzø smash

I love that both Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel have such display of healthy relationships and relationships that grow through time, like vaggie and Charlie, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, Moxxie and Millie, also the dynamics of Father and daughter

[whateveryouiguess]

let me in.| roommate! eddie munson x reader

warnings: angst to fluff, not that serious tho, reader is sad and eddie tweaks bc he’s in love w her lol. no use of y/n, reader is described as wearing a bonnet to sleep. takes place in modern day :)

a/n: heyyy remember when i started this blog five months ago lmao. anyway. college is hard gimme a break. this wasn’t requested but i think it’s Neat. enjoy!

eddie can’t fuckin cook.

he can work the shit out of a hungry man and boxed macaroni but a genuine, effort-given, home cooked meal? forget about it. this lack of talent hasn’t ever bothered him though, he’s not a particularly picky guy (being dirt poor you learn to just eat what’s in front of you till you get full) so his ineptitude hasn’t created much of a hindrance. until now.

she’s not much into sharing her emotions; she’s always there with open arms when eddie falls apart, but she’s never asked for it in return. instead, she resorts to sulking in her bedroom and waiting till eddie’s left the common area to utilize the space. eddie is a grade a eavesdropper, and he wouldn’t put himself above listening through the wall to check on her when he’s especially worried. he gives her the space she knows he wants, doesn’t pry, but when he stays in the living room all day and doesn’t hear her come out of her room once, not even to eat, he knows it’s time to warp some boundaries.

“soup and self care,” she once described her catch-all sadness remedy. she’s used it on him more times than he can count and he knows for certain that it works like a charm (when accompanied by a tight hug over the shoulders and a warm kiss on the cheek, that is. she never misses.)

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an hour and a half into fucking up a tomato bisque, eddie considers throwing in the towel and just ordering panera, but he worries the sentiment won’t ring true enough if it’s not from scratch. he groans loudly and drops the still warm pot of a soup homage into the sink, wiping the sweat off his brow with the black handkerchief ever tucked into his back pocket. defeated, he slumps against the marble countertop and heaves a big sigh, eyes trained on the closed, sticker decorated door directly across from the kitchen.

it’s just my period.

his poor girl.

i’m being dramatic.

she was so damn strong.

don’t worry about me.

he would give her the world. he had to.

“fuck it.”

ed slides towards her bedroom door, knocking gently. he hears her clear her throat and reinject the pep into her voice as she calls out a strained “yeah?”

“can i come in?”

“i-“ he hears shuffling, her voice gets closer to the door. “what’s up?” the shakiness in her voice makes his palms tingle and his cheeks burn. he’s hurting for her, and she won’t tell him why.

“sweetheart, please let me in. i know you’re not okay and i-i don’t wanna pry, or make you uncomfortable, y’know, i respect your boundaries and all that, but i…” the words leave him as his hand slumps over the brass knob of her door. “i can’t let you sulk anymore, kid.” his throat aches under the weight of the words that leave his lips. he doesn’t realize how heavy they are until he lets them go. “please.” with a quiet sniffle and a slow turn of the knob, eddie’s made privy to the pitch black mess of her room. she’s back in bed as soon as the door is open. tip toeing around her discarded bra and work clothes, a textbook and her open laptop, he crawls into bed beside her, leaving just enough space for her to roll over and cuddle into him. he craves her surrender, but he wants her to do so willingly. his shoulders feel hollow without the acupressure of her arms around him, he wants nothing more than to scoop her up and cradle her like she does him, but he’d rather be a gorgons lunch before pushing her beyond her limits. so, he settles on resting a hand between her shoulder blades and toying with the little curls at the nape of her neck, picking at the fairy knots and brushing them back under her bonnet when he’s done with them.

“i don’t wanna talk.” she huffs, as if he’d said anything to refute her. he just nods silently and rubs her back, smiling she presses herself up against him shyly.

“tomato bisque or french onion?” she coughs a little and sits up, squinting at him. the pale moonlight bleeding from the window and the blue cast of the doordash order screen on his phone lights him up like a freshwater pearl as he smiles at her confusion. “i’m getting panera, do you want tomato or french onion soup with your grilled cheese?” the scrunch in her nose scares him for a second, until she rolls over onto her other side and curls into his chest. the white flag has risen. his arms are quick to find her waist and shoulders holding her tight, tight, tight, to him. a slow, heated kiss to her temple is the nail in the coffin, and he’s sure he can coax her into a face mask or a back rub later on to complete the usual routine.

homemade or not, he was gonna get his girl some soup. he would get her the world.

[luveline]

Hi jade I’m the anon that asked about the non zombie au Steve blurbs! I just thought of a story idea: Steve with a gf that’s recovering from ED?

hi babe!! hope this is ok<3 fem!reader

cw implied eating disorder recovery

"Ready?" Steve asks. 

You lean back in his bed and cross your arms over your tummy. "No… are you sure we have to go? I'd way rather stay and watch a movie here. Please?" 

"Please," he says back. "I really wanna see this one, he's, like, a tomb raider."

"You realise there were two movies before this one, right?"

"Yeah, but I didn't know you knew that. I think you'll like it too, babe. You think that Ford guy is handsome." 

"I think you're handsome, and I can see you right here." 

Steve takes his jacket off. As soon as he does you feel awful, throwing your legs over the side of the bed to stop him undressing further. "I'm kidding. I'll go. Come on, you're right, Harrison Ford is really handsome." 

"Are you sure?" he asks, jacket held in his hands loosely. "I know you haven't been feeling the best, so if you don't wanna go, it's fine. We can go later in the week." 

"I– I don't wanna–" You hate stammering around him, but admitting how you feel about this carries an awkward weight. A fettering kind of shame. "We'll have, like, nachos and popcorn and stuff, and movie food is really–" 

"I get it," he says, nodding.

Steve puts the jacket down on his dresser and grabs your hand, pulling you back enough to sit with him again on the bed. Sheets crumple under your hands. You're in for a Harrington pep talk, you can tell. You need it so much you don't try to fight it.

"Stuff like that sets me off," you mumble, though he already knows, "and I've had a really good week this week, I don't wanna ruin it." 

"The week isn't ruined if you have a slip up, you know that," Steve says gently.

It's just hard. Even though he loves you. Even though he understands. It's raw to be seen at what you feel is your worst, while you trust Steve to be kind about it, because something tells you that your worst is the worst. You know you aren't lesser for having this problem, but knowing and feeling don't align when it comes to this. 

"I don't want to go somewhere that's going to make you feel shitty, though, seriously," he says, his arm slipping behind your back. He kisses your cheek, and speaks warmly in your ear, "if you don't feel like you can do it tonight, then you don't have to." 

"This is silly. I can't keep interrupting our lives because I'm worried about how eating butter is going to make me feel." 

Steve rubs your back. "Don't do that, honey. You don't have to make it smaller than it feels."

"Steve," you say quietly. 

"I know this isn't small for you. I promise it's not small for me, either, and it isn't disrupting my life. You getting better is a thousand times more important to me than seeing a movie, so if you feel like you can't be there, we won't go." 

"Are you sure?" you ask. 

Steve hugs you. "Yeah. Yeah, of course I am. I'm proud of you. Not everyone understands it, I know, 'n' I know that makes it harder, but I'm on your side." He pulls away to make sure he's said the right thing. 

You smile at him fondly, reaching up to brush rogue strands of hair off of his forehead.

"Let's stay here and have the dinner we planned," he says, nodding hopefully. 

You nod back. "Okay… Thanks, Stevie. I promise we'll see the movie soon." 

"That's alright. I don't like that you knew that guy's first name anyway. Can't have a movie star stealing my girl, I can't compete with that." 

You snort and flick his arm. He flicks you back. 

"You sweep him completely," you tell him. 

The total and inarguable truth. You don't need a movie star when you have him. Steve hugs you again, this time pushing you down into bed to rub his face against yours. "That's what I like hearing."

[lov3m3darling]

Friendship Bracelets (Howdy Pillar x Reader)

Heyy! So I wanna start trying to write some stuff for the other characters and I can't help but notice there's not NEARLY enough stuff written about Howdy! I mean look at him! HE IS PRECIOUS 🐛💚

Anyways, an idea just popped into my head! What if you were hanging out with Eddie and making some crafts and decided to make friendship bracelets for you and your bestest friends..? What could go wrong?

You guys are friends in this, but you do have a crush on each other💚

No warnings for this one and reader is gn of course 😊

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Making stuff with Eddie was one of your favorite things to do in The Neighborhood. It was how you managed stress and anxiety, plus it gave you a chance to make fun gifts for your friends!

Well...and Howdy, of course.

You did consider Howdy a friend, but lately you found yourself thinking about him a little too often and staring just a little too much when you'd go to help out at the Bugdega.

You'd tell each other jokes in between customers, he usually let you have snacks and such for free, and he was always fussing over you. He was very insistent about taking breaks and he never let you carry the heavy crates...

Come to think of it...it almost seemed like he liked you, too!

You shook those thoughts away just as quickly as they'd entered as Eddie held up the flower crown he'd been making.

"What do you think, (y/n)? More daisies? Less daisies? ...does Frank even LIKE daisies?!"

You gave him a knowing smile.

"I don't really think it matters, Ed. Frank is going to love it no matter what because it came from you"

Eddie blushed and smiled down at the crown.

"You're right...hey, how are those bracelets coming along?"

"Huh? Oh! ...oh dear"

It was then that you realized you'd made far too many. You were personalizing them for each neighbor, but because you spent so long thinking of Howdy, you'd accidentally made him 4 of them!

Eddie laughed and gave you the very same knowing smile you'd given him.

"Well...Howdy DOES have 4 arms. One for each! I'm sure he'll get a real kick out of that"

You hoped so, because if he questioned it, you'd die of embarrassment on the spot.

Glancing at the clock, you realized it was nearly time for your shift at the store, and you wanted to make sure everyone got their bracelets before you headed off.

You gave Eddie his on the way out. It was the same colors as his postman uniform, with a charm of a butterfly hanging right next to one of an envelope. He rolled his eyes.

"Gosh, wonder what that's supposed to mean"

"I don't know, but I think I accidentally put an envelope on Frank's bracelet too. Oopsies!"

You snickered and skipped out the door as he glared playfully after you.

Barnaby happened to be walking by, and you waved to him.

"Hey Barnaby! I made you something!"

He stopped and smiled at you.

"A present? For me?"

You nodded, holding out the colorful bracelet with a hotdog charm. His tail wagged as he slipped it over his paw.

"Aw, shucks (y/n), ain't this just perfect? And just the right size for a little guy like me!"

You shook your head and laughed before Barnaby picked you up in a big bear (beagle) hug.

"Hey, have you seen Wally? I made him one too"

"Sorry, kid. Haven't seen him all day"

Suddenly a swirl of blue hair popped up over Barnaby's shoulder.

"Uh, Barny?" you said, pointing to it.

"Huh? I got a bug on me or something?"

He turned around so you could check, and there was Wally hanging onto Barnaby's back.

"Something like that. Wally, what are you doing?"

"Eh? Wally's back there?"

Wally smiled.

"Looks like I win, Barnaby"

A look of realization crossed Barnaby's face and he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, that's right...we were playing hide and seek, huh? Fair enough, buddy, you win"

He reached into the pocket of his vest and pulled out a nice red apple. Wally hopped down from Barnaby's back and took it, staring at it contently.

"Oh, you wanted to give me something (y/n)?"

"Ah, yes, I made you a friendship bracelet!"

You fished it out of your pocket and gave it to him. It was red and blue with an apple charm hanging from it. He took it, but seemed slightly confused.

"That's a very small apple"

"That's because it's not real, pal. You're supposed to wear it on your wrist" Barnaby explained.

Wally seemed to understand, and slipped it on.

Everyone else loved theirs too! Julie's nearly flew off from all the happy stimming she did when you gave it to her, and Frank said friendship bracelets were dumb but accepted it anyway (you're absolutely positive you saw them wearing it later on, along with Eddie's flower crown).

Eventually, only 4 remained and it was time to head to the Bugdega. Weirdly, you felt kind of...nervous? Flustered? Hard to say, but you sure were shaky when you walked in.

"Heya, (y/n)! Right on time as always!"

You smiled and grabbed your orange apron, tying it around your back and joining Howdy behind the counter.

"So, what's new?"

You looked down at your shoes anxiously and let out a nervous laugh.

"Well, actually I just came from Eddie's..."

"Ooh, craft time eh? What'd you make?"

"I made everyone friendship bracelets just for them...including you"

"Me? Golly, (y/n), you shouldn't have! Let's see it!"

You pulled them out of your pocket and held them up to him. You waited for him to laugh at you or ask why there were so many, but when you dared to sneak a look up at his face, it was bright red.

"4 of them..?"

"F-For each arm! S-See, this one has a caterpillar charm...and this one is a little shopping bag...and this one is a heart-"

A HEART?! You must have clipped that one on while you were daydreaming!

Your whole body flushed and you bit the inside of your cheek in anticipation.

A smile spread across his face slowly and he grabbed you up in a huge hug, all of his arms wrapping around you.

"I love them..."

Later on, as Howdy was stocking shelves, he looked down at them and smiled once more, hearts in his eyes and a happy sigh escaping his lips.

"They really are something..." he whispered to himself as he watched you wipe down the counter.

Maybe one day, he told himself, he would tell you how he felt...

But regardless, he never took them off

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Anyone else think Howdy would be a good dad? Idk he gives off dad vibes and he is quite large.

I trust him with my life tbh

ANYWAYYY hope ya'll like this 💚

[thelovelylolly]

Happy X-Mas (War is Over)

Summary: Another year over... Warnings: mentions of neglectful parents and eddie's family life, let me know if i missed any :) Notes: hurt/comfort with eddie makes my brain go brrrrrr

Eddie never really liked Christmas, or the entire holiday season. With his family, he didn't have the joyful time like other kids did with their families. His dad was either in jail, or doing something that would put him in jail. His mom was either working, sleeping, or drinking her problems away. Neither of them cared to spend time with Eddie during the holidays, let alone get him a gift or even a tree.

Uncle Wayne tried his best to make up for it. He would buy a gift for Eddie and even though it was never the newest or coolest toy, Eddie loved it. Wayne did his best to give Eddie a normal, happy Christmas. As Eddie got older, he got over the excitement of the holidays and didn't care if Wayne got him a present or not, but he did keep the gifts from his childhood in his closet.

Christmas became just another day for Eddie, until you came along.

You were so excited for the holidays. All the decorations, the baking, the gift wrapping, the music. You were always excited when Thanksgiving was over and radios started to play Christmas songs. Eddie wasn't as eager as you, but he happily watched as you decorated or baked or danced around to Christmas music.

You and Eddie were hanging out at his trailer one day, just enjoying each other's company. You had brought over some smaller decorations and put them up around the trailer for him and Wayne to enjoy. Eddie helped you set them up, but stayed quiet.

"Anyway, what do you want for Christmas, Eds?" You asked, finishing up your ramble on what gifts you were getting everyone.

Eddie froze up at the question, his small smile falling. "Uh, nothing, sweetheart. I don't need anything."

"But what do you want?" You asked again, looking over at him. You smile fell when you saw his expression. "You okay, Eddie?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just...don't really like Christmas that much," he answered, going over and sitting down on the couch.

You followed him and sat next to him, gently playing with one of his stray curls. "Why not?"

He sighed. "My parents didn't really make Christmas special for me. My dad wasn't home, my mom was working or sleeping. Wayne tried his best, but y'know, I just grew out of it, I guess."

"Eddie..."

He took a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that had slipped down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to start crying."

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "You can cry, Eds, it's okay. I just wanna make Christmas special for you anyway I can."

Eddie melted into your touch, gripping onto the back of your shirt. You felt some of his tears hit your shirt, causing you to just hold him closer. You ran your fingers through his curls, careful not to pull on any knots.

"Would you and Wayne want to stay over at my house for Christmas? We'll have presents, a big dinner, the whole thing," you offered softly.

Eddie pulled away to look at you, a smile starting to form on his face. "Really?"

You nodded. "Really."

"I...I'd love that. I don't know if Wayne would be able to, but I think he'd like it."

"Good," you replied, wiping away his tears and sneaking a quick kiss to his lips. "Now, what do you want for Christmas?"

He thought for a few moments. "...maybe a new album or a mixtape, and some new picks for my guitar?"

You smiled. "Okay, any specific album or...?"

"Surprise me," he answered, "but, do you want anything?"

You shook your head. "No, I have everything I want right here."

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lovely's holiday special

[frozenhi-chews]

okay you've gotta tell me all about starlo, I am so interested in your ship with him ajsjsjs

HOOOOOO MAN. OH GOSH. You have no idea what ya just unleashed!! I hope ya don't mind some spoilers from Undertale Yellow, the game where he's from. I HIGHLY recommend you play it! (You can play Undertale beforehand, but it's kinda it's own thing. There are references but it's overall it's own thing)

That being said, STARLO FROM UNDERTALE YELLOW! Spoilers ahead

This!! This is my cowboy husband!! North Star, as he introduces himself in the game. He has a posse called the Feisty Five, which consists of his friends Ed, Moray, Mooch, and Ace.

Named them in order, left to right. (Also hi Martlet)

Stars gets excited seeing a human, a COWBOY human, and takes them to the saloon where he starts infodumping about humans and Westerns (no Starlo, humans aren't fireproof XD)

Then we meet his childhood friend, Ceroba, as she talks to Stars as he's infodumping. I love Ceroba, she's so cool! Anyway she gets him to stop talking cuz Yeah. He probably would continue FOR HOURS XD

Anyway then the sheriff let's ya explore the town, and you do these lessons for him, a dual (or duel), him giving you a gun (WHICH HAS THE BEST LINE IN THE GAME I AM NOT KIDDING) and a trolley problem. Pffft. And in between these lessons you can go around and talk to the residents, take a nap in the Feisty Five's and Ceroba's house, and talk to Ceroba about why he loves cowboys and Westerns so much

When he was a kid, he found these VCR tapes about Westerns, and he watched them so much, showing them to his friend, being so excited about them. Front to back, left to right. He loved these things. And based his life around Westerns.

Anyway at the end of your training, he dubs Clover the Deputy of the Wild East! (That's what the town is called) and the other four get upset. He leaves for the mines to get a badge, and some resentment they had building up since the lessons began finally starts breaking and ya end up in a fight with them. Stars soon comes back and they all have an argument about what's happening, and soon they all leave the posse. And Ceroba even agrees that he's being a bit Too Much.

And so he runs off. Stopping halfway, looking at his family's farm, and when you catch up, he's barely holding onto his cowboy persona. Now known as Starlo thanks to Ed, and he's thinking getting a human soul would fix his reputation. So he builds up the rest of his shattered persona and fights ya

Only Ceroba snaps him out of it (his fight is SO PRETTY too like. OUGHHH)

After that he calms down and starts talking, he takes off his hat and it turns out he's a nerd. He's got glasses on. He even says you're allowed to make fun which is. oUCH. (Something tells me he was bullied as a kid in school)

After all that you go to his family's farm. He's got a brother most say is older (as an eldest sibling, he just has Those Vibes. Poor Orion). And a mom and dad. His dad (Solomon) says that Starlo hasn't visited in years, but he believes his son wanted to help save the farm. Even when LARPing as a cowboy. He also puts on an accent that some people say his dad taught him to use

His mom, Crestina, is adorable and I wanna give her a hug. Anyway she talks about how Starlo used to have a crush on Ceroba growing up, but he was too shy to take initiative. Ceroba ended up marrying someone else, Chujin, and Stars was so heartbroken he didn't leave his room for days. He was eventually told he needed to get over it (he's such a good friend. Chujin died and Ceroba's daughter fell, so she's a grieving widow and he never hit on her. Just wanted to make her happy, which is why he does the cowboy thing)

It's even said that Starlo and Chujin did NOT like each other. Chujin hates humans, one almost attacked his daughter. And Starlo is embracing human culture by doing the whole Wild East thing. So yeah They Did Not Like Each Other. I also think Starlo was a bit jealous of Chujin cuz he married his childhood crush. They just didn't like each other

Oh yeah he also drank magma to impress Ceroba

I'm sure there's more but I have to Do Things and I've exhausted almost all of it. Fienkfkrkfkrjr I love himmmmmmmmmm

[hairmetal666]

Bing Crosby's voice warbles from a portable stereo propped up near the sink, singing about a white Christmas; red-ribboned garland lines the windows and door frame; small wreathes bedeck the cabinet doors; and Steve Harrington stands at the kitchen island.

He turns when he hears the slip of Eddie's socks on the tile, grin already blossoming across his face, and they're hugging before he really processes it happening. Steve mumbles, "it's good to see you, Ed," in his ear.

The hug is too tight and too long for what they are to each other now.

They break apart, Steve immediately turning back to the baked sugar cookies spread out on the island.

"Wanna help?" He asks.

Eddie sticks his hands in his back pocket, walks to stand next to his ex, his best friend, his--everything in the world that matters. "What are we making, Stevie?"

"Frosting sugar cookies. Think you can handle it?" He wiggles a pipping bag in Eddie's face.

"No way," Eddie says.

"Yeah, c'mon, you're a good artist."

"With like, pencils and shit. Not icing."

"You'll do great."

"You sure about that? Remember when--"

Steve snorts. "Oh, you mean the last time you tried to bake, and I had to mop chocolate batter off my ceiling? And I found dried splatters of it for months? Yeah. I remember."

Eddie hides his laugh in a cough. "Sorry?"

He wanted to bake a cake for Steve's birthday, back when they were together, made a mess instead. Steve had just laughed and kissed him, started cleaning.

Their relationship started out hot and heavy in the months after Vecna. They got caught up in it, threw themselves headfirst into the kind of love that sucks you under, turns you inside out, leaves you with nothing. It ended, like it was always going to, when Eddie couldn't get out from under the shadow of his own self-loathing. Terrified he was fucking everything up, he packed his bags and left in the dead of night.

They're older now, though. More settled. The trauma softened by time.

"Coffee?" Steve asks.

"Please."

Steve gets it brewing, pours a couple mugs, adds the cream and sugar just like Eddie likes. Of course.

They ice cookies--and okay, Eddie's not so bad at it--and they chat and it's good. Nice. Two old friends catching up.

"Hey," Steve says.

Eddie looks over, would never not when it's Steve asking. The man in questions smiles at him, big and guileless, which is all the warning Eddie needs. He doesn't quite manage to duck in time, and Steve swipes frosting covered fingers across his face. He makes a pained noise, an injured little squeak, that has Steve in hysterics.

"Steve!" He shrieks.

The culprit is doubled-over, clinging to the countertop to stay on his feet, shaking with laughter.

"You--you," Steve half-sobs. "The look on your face!"

Eddie grabs a mostly fully piping bag. "You're gonna get it, Harrington."

"No--no," Steve darts sideways. "This sweater is dry clean only!"

"Should have thought of that." Eddie manages to smear frosting across Steve's wrist. "No one actually uses the dry cleaner, anyway."

They tussle around the island, giggling and shouting. He finally manages to catch Steve, drawing lines of icing over his face to the sounds of spasming giggles.

"Okay, okay," Steve says. His chest visibly heaves from exertion. "We should clean up."

Eddie shrugs. "You brought it on yourself."

"Yeah, yeah. Here." Steve hands him a wet towel and they spend the next few minutes smearing frosting off their faces.

He tosses his red and green smeared towel into the sink. "Happy with yourself?"

"Uh-huh, yeah--Oh, you've got a little--" Steve points towards Eddie's chin.

"Here?" Eddie wipes haphazardly at his face.

"No, it's--Can I?"

Eddie nods and then Steve is pressing his index finger to the corner of Eddie's bottom lip, gently swiping. Their eyes lock and there's nothing else in the room.

"Got it," Steve whispers. He doesn't pull his finger away.

"Thank you." Eddie's not sure anything but air comes out.

Steve's eyes dip down, fixing on Eddie's mouth and the spot his own fingers rest.

Eddie thinks he might die.

On the other side of the house, there's the sound of a door closing, the thud of approaching feet.

Steve pushes away, grabs a cookie and a piping bag.

Eddie has a few seconds to settle himself, figure out how to breathe. He's barely calm when Mark's deep voice rumbles through the kitchen, "Hey, babe. How's the baking?"

"Good," Steve says. "Work okay?"

He can't be rude, has toacknowledge that Mark is here, in the room, co-owner of the house.

"The usual." Steve and Mark smile at each other, soft and intimate.

When they kiss, Eddie drops his eyes.

"Eddie! Good to see you, my man!" Mark says, wrapping him in a loose hug.

Eddie pats his back, says, "Been awhile."

"Yeah, you should come around more often. Know Steve here would love to see you. Guess LA is keeping you busy."

"Guess so," Eddie agrees.

He's desperate to get out of here, dying for a break, to blot their easy intimacy out of his brain. "I--uh, think I need a cigarette break. I'll be back in a minute."

"Don't take too long," Steve says. He doesn't look away from Mark, so Eddie doesn't bother answering.

He steps out the back, cigarette and Bic already in his hands, lights it before the door is back in the frame.

--

Hours later, he slips out to the front porch, this time for a second to breathe. Even outside, he can hear Mike and Dustin yelling, the girls chiming in, Joyce and Hopper and Wayne laughing, "Rockin Around the Christmas Tree" blasting.

He walks to the side of the house, steps stuttering in the snow when he sees the glowing ember of a lit cigarette.

"Eddie?" Steve asks. "Need a smoke?"

"Nope, just wanted to clear my head." His heart thuds loud enough he's sure Steve can hear.

There's a beat, only a second or two, before the cigarette falls to the snow with a soft sizzle and Steve's hands are bunched in his shirt.

The kiss is hot, hard, desperate. His fingers dig into Steve's hair, pulling tight.

"Baby, baby," Steve murmurs, their mouths not even parted. "I missed you so much."

Eddie whimpers, clings tighter. "I know, sweetheart. I know, but we promised--"

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I just--"

"Stevie." His thumbs caress the planes of Steve's face. "I can't do this anymore. We said--"

"I know, I know. But I can't stop thinking about you. It's all the time. I miss you so bad that it hurts. Right here in my chest. And fuck--I lo--"

"You don't," Eddie says. Vision obscured with tears.

"I do," Steve's fingers grip around him tighter. "I always have. I never stopped. I thought you--I thought--"

"Steve?" Robin's voice calls into the night.

They let their hands drop away from each other, step apart so they're no longer entwined.

"Be right there, Rob," Steve says.

Eddie lights another cigarette. "You should go in," he says.

"Yeah." Steve nods, won't look in Eddie's direction. "Merry Christmas," he says, walks back toward the house.

He thunks his head against the red-brick of the house, staring up at the gleaming white lights lining the edge of the roof, finally letting the tears fall.

"Merry-fucking-Christmas," he echoes.

[the-owl-house-takes]

I hate what they did to Alador in the show. That man was an active abuser in his kids' lives (I'll focus on Amity on this ask since she's the main one between the three that we see), and they completely ignored it after the first season

In Understanding Willow, Alador is actively helping intimidate and coerce Amity into breaking up her friendship with Willow. That's literally shown on-screen, no way around it, he was intimidating his ~5-6 year-old and threatening her friend in order to get her to obey

In Escaping Expulsion, he's not as "active", but he still follows Odalia along, both while putting Amity to work and "fight" against abominations (which even if it wasn't real, there's there's way it's safe for a child), and while expelling his daughter's friends. Don't come and excuse it saying he was being corced or forced into doing so. He steps up against Odalia by the end of the episode, when she wants to expell Luz, Gus and Willow again. And guess what? He only intervened because having Amity be on their side would be convenient. So far he has been seen actively abusing and exploiting his 14 year-old daughter

Then Reaching Out. First, I wanna say that I hate that they removed those storyboards of Alador saying Amity wouldn't leave the house again without an abomination, which once again puts to light how he was an abuser. Not "just" complicit and neglectful, but purposefully an abuser, taking away his child's freedom and privacy as punishment. By the end of the episode though, we get that little shitty scene of him and Amity talking, Amity saying he doesn't pay attention to her or the twins anymore. Which... doesn't even scratch the surface of all he has done ON-SCREEN to her (and presumably the twins too). This whole scene sucks, and they try to make up a little by having her reject the hug, which was nice to see, but it doesn't make me any less annoyed with how they treated the situation. Oh, and I forgot about the twins in this episode, didn't I? But I suppose it's fine, since Alador forgot about them too, apparently

Then of course, Clouds on the Horizon, where Alador magically grows a spine and tells Odalia that abusing their children and cooperating on a genocide is bad and I guess gets a divorce idk their parts of the episode kinda sucked. And then, he leaves the scene with Amity and... oh right, he forgot he has two other children again, and let them be locked up by their abusive mother on God knows where and under "maximum security". Nice!

Anyway, we don't get much Alador focus from here on. My final verdict, he's a terribly written character with a half-assed "redemption" they threw in last second after ig realizing they needed a decent parental figure for the Blight kids by the end of the show. He had abused, exploited and neglected his kids - not even acknowledging two of them during the whole show - and all that got swept under the rug after shaking hands with Amity. Kinda amazes me when I remember Dana said he was an interesting character to write because he's just. A bad character. Not even a "love to hate" type of character, just... bad

And you can argue that hating Odalia and loving Alador isn't just misogyny, but... really? The fandom collectively hating Odalia but most people adoring Alador since his first appearance and constantly ignoring his abusive behaviors towards their children isn't just misogyny? I'm obviously not saying we should like Odalia, but Alador should get just as much hate. Honestly, I hate him even more for how he got away with it so easily

Anyway. Next time I'm coming with an essay about Emira and how the show and fandom treat(ed) her poorly in comparison to Edric

-

[stevesbipanic]

@steddieangstyaugust Day 19 - Careless Whisper by George Michael

Eddie had been gone a week.

They'd never been apart this long. Eddie had asked Steve if he'd wanted to come but he couldn't, he had work and he knew Eddie would be busy on the trip anyway.

"I'll be back before you know it, baby."

Eddie and the band were in Chicago, recording what was hopefully going to be the proper demo of a possible real and released album. Steve was excited for them but it didn't stop him from missing his boyfriend.

He tried to keep busy, picking up extra shifts on top of his scheduled ones, reorganising their apartment, movie nights with Robin and dinner at the Henderson's. The apartment felt empty without Eddie in it though.

They moved there almost a year ago, happy to have their own space away from Steve's parents and giving Wayne back a bedroom. It was perfect, it was theirs.

Eddie had called a couple times but both times were late at night, both the boys tired from their long days. It helped to fall asleep hearing Eddie's voice, he missed his warmth in their bed.

He hoped Eddie was having fun, he sounded like he was, talking about the sights and the sounds and the people. He sounded happy. They'd talked about it when they were first looking for an apartment if they should move away from Hawkins. Steve wasn't ready yet, Eddie had understood.

He lay in the middle of their bed, Eddie's pillow cuddled close, George Michael crooned in the background. Would Eddie be happier in Chicago? Was he happier there already? Would he be happier without Steve? He hugged the pillow closer.

"Careless Whisper, Stevie? You must have really missed me."

Steve's head shot up to see Eddie smiling in their bedroom doorway. He jumped up and ran to him, hugging him close.

"You weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow!"

"We finished earlier than expected, and I missed you baby, the boys are enjoying a night on the town but I needed you."

Steve's chest filled with warmth, "I missed you too, Eds.

Eddie fidgeted, "Let's lay down, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

Steve tried not to let the words panic him, after all Eddie had just said how much he missed him so surely this wasn't a bad talk coming. He curled into Eddie's side in the bed? "What's up?" he said resting his chin on Eddie's chest looking up at him.

Eddie trailed a hand down Steve's back soothingly, "Our lease runs out at the end of next month, and if things go well in Chicago they'd want the band to move there."

Steve nodded as Eddie continued, "And I know last year you said you couldn't but it's been three years since Vecna and everyone's still ok. The kids will be graduating soon and leaving and Robin has been looking at places to work now that her degree is almost done." Steve smiled hearing that Eddie had already incorporated Robin and the kids into this plan.

"I'm ready."

Eddie looked at him surprised, "Really?"

"I wanna dance this dance with you forever, Eds."

Eddie kissed him, "You're such a dork, but I love you so much."

"I love you too."

[littlehypnone]

eds rain is my absolute favorite so this is me requesting literally anything about her and eds and regressing

hi! sorry it took me a longer bit, I hope it's okay and that you like it <3

780 words, no cws, little eds rain (she/her), cg mountain, they go for a walk, no big bad feelings

“Good morning, Rain,” Mountain yawned, stretching, as he walked into the common room and saw the water ghoul sitting by the table and eating breakfast.

“Hi, Mounty!” he replied through a mouthful of cereal, trying to smile, too. Moutain was just a bit too sleepy still to notice Rain was little this morning, somehow missing the shark plushie laying on the table. He left to go to the kitchen and pick up a cup of tea, leaving Rain alone again.

When the earth ghoul came back, Rain had already finished eating, and was now just sitting, hugging the shark while rocking back and forth.

“Are you alright?” Mountain asked, yawning again.

“Mhm… yeah,” Rain hummed, shrugging. “I jus’ wan’ed go to the gardern bu’ my legs are wobbly.”

“Oh, you’re all small. I didn’t notice, Petal, I think I’m still asleep,” the earth ghoul chuckled before sitting down next to her and ruffling her fluffy hair.

“I’s okay,” she giggled, hiding her flushed face in the plushie, getting a bit shy.

“Anyway, what was that about a garden?”

“Oh, yeah!” Rain perked up. “Wan’ed go for walk.”

“We can still go, I can grab your crutches or wheelchair,” the earth ghoul proposed. Something in Rain shifted, though, she curled in on herself more and let her hair fall over her face and hide it. She definitely didn’t want to use any mobility aids, for whatever reason, and Mountain would never push. “Okay, and what about me carrying you? I can piggyback you through the garden.”

“You– you would?” Rain lifted her head just enough for her big, bright eyes to peak through the curtain of dark hair.

“Of course I would, Petal. With pleasure,” Mountain reassured and Rain’s face lighting up made his own lips curve into a smile. “Do you wanna go now?”

“Hm… yeah but you didn’ eat.”

The earth ghoul chuckled at how considerate she was. Always so caring. “That’s true, but I have my tea, it’s nearly finished already. It’ll be enough for now, I can eat later when the others will.”

“Huh…” Rain seemed to be thinking Mountain’s argument over. “If you say so den... can we go?”

“Absolutely. Do you think you can wait here while I go get you some warmer clothes?”

“Yes, I can!” Rain giggled, so enthusiastic.

“Okay, then, I’ll be back soon.” Mountain leaned down and kissed her forehead before turning around and leaving to fetch something to dress Rain in. It wasn’t that cold outside, but she was in just her pyjamas and she tended to run even colder than normally when she was regressed. The earth ghoul grabbed his own sweatpants and a hoodie Rain would surely drown in. She’d love it. He also got a pair of warm socks, Rain’s own this time.

When Mountain returned to the common room, Rain was waiting patiently, just as when he’d left her.

“Such a good little ghoulette, aren’t you, Petal? So patient,” he praised her, making her beam even more. He helped her get dressed in the clothes he brough—she did love the hoodie—and soon enough Rain was hanging off Mountain’s back, arms and legs all wrapped around him.

They went out into the garden, Rain taking a big, dramatic inhale of the fresh morning air, making Mountain chuckle. He went wherever she’d tell him to, letting her enjoy whatever she wanted. It was her walk, after all.

At some point she ordered a little break. Mountain sat down on a wooden bench by one of the greenhouses and held Rain sideways in his lap, now all happy with how her morning turned out.

“Would you mind telling me why you were so against using any aids earlier?” the earth ghoul asked, choosing his words carefully. If he’d sense any big feeling from Rain, he’d drop it, but they both knew some things had to be talked over with her when small. “You absolutely don’t have to, but you can, if you want.”

“Uhm… I jus’–” She tensed a bit and hesitated, but it was obvious she wanted to let it out, in a way. “I wan’ed to go and I planded to be big and I would just go but den I dunno why I woked up like this and jus’ got sad a bid.”

“Oh, I understand now,” Mountain said, “Thank you for telling me. Would you like to talk some more about it?”

“Not really,” she admitted. “I know crutches aren’t bad and i’s okay to use dem, but I just had… I just had some feelingz. But now i’s okay because you wend with me!”

“Yes, I did and I’m very happy about that, too, Petal.”

[kattythingz]

More Dear Sunshine cuz the brainrot is real

1787, Take a Break Nina’s 9th birthday

“Nina has something she’d like to give you on her birthday,” Ed tells Ling from behind Nina, with his hands on her shoulders. “Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” Nina says, a little shyly, as she shifts in place. When Ling smiles instinctively to reassure her, she raises her head and stands taller. Ed shoots a smile between the two of them and claps her shoulders gently.

He crouches to kneel at her height. “It’s just like we practiced, Nina. Are you ready?”

“Uh-huh!”

Ling watches with an already warm heart as Nina scrambles from Ed’s hold to grab a piece of chalk. Ed steps back to Ling’s side to watch along as a circle slowly comes to completion on the hardwood floor. 

Zhen oohs at the finished circle from Ling’s arms, reaching her tiny arms as though to touch it. Nina grins at her sister’s admiration, the expression achingly like Ed, and places a block of wood in the middle of the circle. She beams at Ling. 

“Watch this, Papa!”

She claps her hands (a habit from Ed, no doubt) before touching them to the circle.

The circle lights up, a brilliant golden halo in the middle of their dining room before it fades into a proper transmutation blue. Zhen laughs loud and bubbly in Ling’s ear at the light show, clapping her hands too and babbling, “Magic light! Magic light!”

Ed would normally (playfully) correct her on the terminology, but this time, all his attention is on the circle and Nina; keeping vigilance, in case anything goes wrong.

When the light finally fades, Ling has to catch his breath from leaving him for dead.

Sitting where a wooden block used to be is now a sword. A very familiar sword.

He chokes around a lump of emotion in his throat, suddenly. “Is that—?”

“Wait a little more,” Ed tells him gently, though his soft smile is damnably telling.

Ling does so with bated breath, trying not to make a sound when Nina ties off the hilt of the sword with a purple ribbon—the same exact color as the ornament that once decorated his old sword. 

His old sword that he lost recklessly on a mission. That was a gift from his late grandpa.

His daughter presents him the perfect replica of that heirloom with a devastating and beaming smile.

“Here!” 

“Nina...” Ling chokes out, “this is—”

She bowls right over him in her excitement.

“Daddy said I couldn’t make you a real sword ’cause that’s ’too advanced—’”

“And it is,” Ed interjects chidingly. 

“—but I wanted to make you one anyway!” She looks a little sheepish, then. “You can’t fight anyone with it, but—that’s okay! You can fight me and Zhen instead! I wanna learn how to fight sword like you, Papa. Please?”

It’s after a long, quivering heartbeat in his chest that Ling tentatively accepts the sword. Ed silently grabs Zhen from him so he can weigh the sword with both hands.

“You... you wanted to make this for me?” He can feel the tears welling in his eyes. “On your birthday?”

“Birthdays should make everyone happy, even you, Papa!” Like he wasn’t before this. Like his smart, brilliant girl noticed he’s been down about the loss of his sword. 

He’s going to cry.

“Do you like it?” she asks shyly. 

“Like it? Honey—I love it. This is—this is the best sword Papa’s ever had. The best best sword.” He sinks to his knees without thinking, then, and Nina goes in for the hug eagerly. “I love it more than anything. Thank you, poppy. Papa will treasure it forever.”

Nina giggles in his ear. “You’re welcome, Papa!”

It takes an embarrassingly long minute for Ling to pry himself from his daughter. His cheeks ache with a reflexive smile as he looks her over this close. “You said you wanted to learn sword-fighting from me? Where’s your sword, then?”

Nina’s shoulders slump a little, embarrassed. “Oh, I didn’t make it yet.”

“Well, no time like the present.”

Nina blinks, before letting out an excited gasp. She whirls, starry-eyed, on Ed.

“Can I, Daddy? Pleeaaase?”

Ling coughs to hide a laugh at his husband’s caught expression. He shoots Ling a glare before settling on Nina again, starting, “I don’t know if that’s the best idea...”

“Why?” Nina whines. “It’s my birthday! Aunt Winry says I can do whatever I want on my birthday!”

Zhen echoes her sister’s tone, the little parrot, and Ed twitches. “Aunt Winry only means that about safe things. And remember what I told you about alchemy?”

Nina’s shoulders droop, and she crosses her arms to pout. “That it isn’t always safe...”

“That’s right. And you’re still growing your stamina, baby. We don’t know how much you can handle yet.”

“But it’s the same circle, isn’t it? I can just use that one again, and—”

“I’m talking about your stamina, Nina,” Ed interrupts her, firmly but not unkindly. “If you’re tired at all by this transmutation, then—”

“I’m not tired! I’m not tired at all!” She makes a show of hopping on both her feet and doing jumping jacks, of all things. “See? I’m not!”

“Well,” Ling finally says, taking pity on both his husband and daughter, “she does look ready to go. And her chi is still strong, if you’re worried about that.”

Ed shoots him a look. “Babe,” he warns.

“Come on, Ed.” Ling shifts on his knees to face Ed beside Nina. Now, two pairs of eyes stared up imploringly at him. “You said she’s been practicing, right? And you’re right here in case anything starts looking fishy. Let her try.”

“Let me try!” Nina parrots. 

Ed barely lasts thirty seconds between the two of them before he groans. 

“Alright, fine.”

Ling cheers in tandem with his daughters, and Ed looks thoroughly unimpressed with him. 

He softens fast enough, though, already smiling when he says to Nina, “Do you know where the other wood blocks are?”

“Uh-huh!” Nina’s practically vibrating as she nods.

Ed lets out a sigh. “Go get it, then.”

“YES! THANK YOU, DADDY!”

“Me too, me too!” Zhen wriggles in Ed’s arm to be let down. As soon as he does, Nina grabs her little sister’s hand. 

“Let’s go, Zhenzhen!”

“Slow down before you trip, you two!” Ed calls after them. His smile only grows more exasperated when he receives distant shouts back in answer. 

Left to themselves for the moment, Ling finally lets out his own chuckle.

“They’re already so synchronized. I might fear yet for the future.”

He accepts Ed’s offered hand without looking, dusting his pants when he’s on his feet again. Ed rolls his eyes next to him.

“You’re the one enabling them, you know,” he says.

“Why, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ling says cheerily.

Ed’s answering laugh is an added treasure on top of the new sword Nina’s gifted him.

[eddiesprettybabygirlstevie]

Steve doesn't get high that often, although when he does, he's a lot more mellow, like a cat kinda, except he gives off more puppy vibes, at least that's what Eddie thinks, anyways, Steve sometimes jokes that he feels high an that's he's smoked with Jonathan's friend Argyle, except they've never met once, this however, makes Eddie's blood boil sometimes, so here they are sitting on the couch, " man it feels like I've smoked with Jonathan's friend " Steve giggles as he smiles a toothy grin, that suddenly stops when Eddie's tackled him an pinned him to the couch " listen here you little slut, you only get high with me, you got that sweetheart " he growls as he looks at Steve, Steve whimpers as he stops giggling and swallows thickly " y-yes D-Daddy I i-i understand " he blinks up at Eddie as he stays completely still, he's not gonna lie tho, he likes when Eddie gets like this, jealous and protective, " shit I'm sorry princess, it's just I got jealous of you saying you wanna do something with someone else, an I was protective, your allowed to do things with other people okay Sweetheart " Eddie says as he sits down an pulls Steve into his lap an hugs him tightly, " no worries Ed's, I'd gladly choose you over anyone else, especially someone I haven't met, an I like that your protective and jealous, although you could tone it down just a little bit around Robin, however go all out around Nancy, I don't mind, I love you Eddie Bear " Steve smiles and pecks his lips, Eddie smiles back " I love you too Princess " an gives him a passionate kiss, as he wraps his arms around him more, happier than ever.

[arttrampbelle]

I feel nrs shits on raiden because ed has a problem with the character personally.

Why? I honestly have no fucking clue.

Raiden isn't that hard to understand so im not understanding the big deal.

We can have him go dark but not liu? Oh yes because he's the special one. I forgot. 🙄😒😑

Everyone else can get at least something that makes them feel believable,even likable and flawed.

Oh but heaven forbid liu kang fucks up.

See this is why hc liu is better. Non god liu kang is better.

But back to raiden.

Why is it. Why is it. Whenever raiden makes a reasonable mistake,that anyone can make.You guys take it so hard?

And villainize him.

But if liu makes a mistake its the end of the world but never do the same. Like all is forgiven and forgotten. Emphasis on the forgotten part. 🙄

If any other characters do reasonably fucked up shit. And have decent character flaws. You guys dont bat an eye.

But raidne does it. Suddenly you shit on him.

He cant win no matter what he does,how you write him. Im starting to think you guys hate raiden because you have unresolved daddy issues,authority issues,or you hate to admit that a godly powerful being cant wipe you ass all the time and you *sarcastic shock!* might actually have to solve the problems yourselves?! Wow what a concept.

Like srsly tho. Raiden isn't infallible. But he isn't a fucking chump loser can't get shit done.

He could get shit done but he has a code of honor,rules he has to follow by(that he hates),he has so much on his plate. And honestly you guys never appreciated his character.

Like out of pure spite. Im gonna do raiden self indulgent stuff today. Just to spite people.

Legit half the crap we got in 12. We could have gotten with raiden if you guys at nrs bothered to fucking write him properly. Instead of being lazy selfish pricks with a bias and favoritism towards other characters. *couch liu kang cough* (like i love liu but not written like that,never like that. God liu? Gross. Humble monk warrior liu? Yes)

Because liu kang playing "savior and creator of everything" is disturbing,disgusting,and disrespectful.

Like srsly they are legit telling THE SAME FUCKING STORY AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN. SAME AS 11. SAME SHIT. oh but because its uwu brand liu kang. And not the real liu kang. Suddenly its ok?! No!

Legit mk12....os the same fucking thing. Just liu kang brand.

It's no exciting. Its not new. You guys are lying to yourselves.

We could have had any fucking god charactera in mk do the same shit. And get the same result.

You guys could have had this with raiden. But noooooooo. You wanna shit on a character for shock value and no reason. Gtfoh.

You could have actually done something worth a damn but nope. You only care about gimmicks and whatever carries your attention spans for five secs for a quick fix of serotonin because you can't fucking get thru your heads you are being manipulated by a fucking company that lost passion years ago.

But that's besides the point.

So yeah. Raiden.

I'm so sorry they never gave you the love they should have.

Tobias should sue for your trauma. (Half joking here people. Tobias was the one who created and came up with the idea for raiden in the first place. And layed many foundations for this game but is half heartedly given credit while boon steals (no pun intended) his thunder)

Raiden i am so sorry for your mistreatment.

*hugs him*

Srsly if you call yourself a mortal kombat fan. And you genuinely hate raiden Do us all a favor and throw yourself in the dumpster fire. Plz. Also block tf outta me.

Look as a shang tsung tsimp. I love many many other characters too. But raiden is a comfort character,tho i self ship with him too he is comfort character. So i won't tolerate slander and disrespect.

Anyways. Raiden....my thunderdilf.....you deserve sm better.

I hope real raiden fans understand this. And make more PROPER kontent for you. Unlike nrs. We will treat you right.