#carver is an idiot

[idiedwithclonehigh]

Some

BODY ONCE TOLD ME

[hanakihan]

I am extremely fucking disappointed how MHY massacred my meme trio or Retainer, Shaper and Carver

They had opportunity to make them wuxia/xianxia inspired figures to show how out of Teyvat’s daily life they are, being masters and keepers of old schools yet here we are with sexy teacher-mommy form for Retainer and absolutely fucking lazy shit for my men Shaper and Carver (lmao def no waifu favoritism MHY no)

Even funnier when people defend it like ‘they look like that to disguise themselves from Retainer and Madame Ping also used default NPC model’ WELL THAT COULD’VE BEEN VALID IF FUCKING EVENT UNIQUE MODEL OF FUJIN DIDN’T EXIST YOU IDIOTS—

[variousxcruelties]

i’m just having a blast this playthrough and recording things that make me laugh

[admrlthundrbolt]

Stayin' Alive (Ladybug x Chubby Reader

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This wasn't supposed to happen. Agents weren't meant to fall for their competition. Yet there you were, so sweet and soft. Guess that was his luck though. What was a ladybug to do when you get assigned to work together.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. It's been a while since my last Bulket Train story. But Ladybug wouldn't get out of my head. So here is a story about him being enamored with the reader. I really think his would be the type to fall head over heels for someone. Hope you enjoy.

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He stared down at the paper in disbelief. Heart racing, he looked at Maria with wide eyes. “You can't do this to me.”

She gave him a blank expression. “Do what to you? It's a simple job.” She glanced back at the debrief to see if there was something she missed.

Shaking his head, he rubbed a hand across his face. “No, you can't assign me with her.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Why not, you have a past I don't know about? Or are you a sexist and hid it all these years.”

He threw his hands up at the accusation. Only to stop when he noticed the smirk on her face. “Ha ha.” His voice hollow as he calmed down. “No, I just don't want to cause a problem for her.” As the words left his mouth he could feel heat flood his face. It was one thing for his bad luck to effect him. But if there was a chance it could get you hurt, or God forbid killed. He would never forgive himself.

Ah, she had been expecting this. It was no secret the feelings he had for you. Being both of your handler, she had seen many interactions between the two of you. His fumbling seemed to skyrocket anytime he saw you. So why not kill two birds with one stone. Have her most trusted agents on the same mission. While also giving him an opportunity to spend some close quality time with you. Call her a genius or a hopeless romantic. It didn't matter as long as the outcome was the job being finished.

Frustration coursed through him, he shook his head again. “What if my luck gets her killed?” He looked at her emploringly.

Her face softened at his obvious stress. “She an accomplished hitman. I'm sure a little bit of bad luck can't take her out.” Giving him a pat on the back she smiled. “Besides, she accepted already. She seemed excited about it too.”

His eyes widen at the thought of you looking forward to working with him. OK, maybe it wasn't so bad.

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Bouncing in place you glanced around. You were glad that you had told Ladybug to meet you at a time earlier than necessary. It wouldn't do to be late for the art gala. The target was an overly paranoid man that rarely left his thoroughly secure house. That is except for when his favorite artist had a showing. Maria had assured you that it was a bit tricky to get the pair of tickets. Though nothing she couldn't handle. You giggled a bit at the smug expression she had at the time.

A hand landing on your shoulder jolted you out of the memory. Twisting the appendage behind the offenders back, you gasped. Quickly releasing his hand, you fussed over the fellow hitman. “Oh sweetie, I didn't hurt you to badly did I?” You felt horrid for any pain you may have caused him. But you did take the moment he spent making sure a finger wasn't more crooked than usual to check him out. He cleaned up well, not to say you didn't enjoy his routine style. The laid back yet practical outfits he tended to wear suited him. The suit he was draped in now, it was a sight for sore eyes. Taking his arm with your own, you guided him towards the venue.

Going along with you, he only had a moment of a calm heart before his pulse began racing again. You were the picture of perfection. Not a hair out of place and curves shining through your evening wear. As you smiled back at him, he tried his hardest to commit the image to memory.

Stopping as you reach the entrace to the building. You turned and noticed that he was a bit rumpled from the jog. Reaching up you smoothed out his shirt collar.

His mind was reeling. It was one thing to agree to pose as a couple. But he hadn't thought of possibility that it would involve acting like a couple. As you smiled up at him, he suddenly remembered why he was late. Pulling a crumpled flower from his pocket, he held ot towards you. “I couldn't decide between a bouquet or a corsage. But while i was in the flower shop a guy came in and started yelling at the owner. Something about them having sex with his wife. Anyways this is the only thing I could grab as I ran out.” He stared at the flower until he was done rambling. When he glanced at you he was relieved to see that your grin had only grew.

Taking the flower carefully, you admired it. The thing was barely staying on it's stem and was missing quite a few petals. Honestly it was so beat up that you weren't exactly sure what type of flower it was. All the same, you brought it to your nose and enjoyed the light fragrance. Placing it on an ear, you beamed at him. “Thank you, let's head in yeah.”

Nodding, he knew that it would be a herculean effort to keep his pulse under control for the night.

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The check in process was relatively easy. It also gave you another moment to straighten up his outfit. During which you may have appreciated the muscle he had under the crisp dress shirt. Though you didn't let yourself linger on the delicious distraction to long. It was time to get down to business. With a quick nod you both headed in different direction to locate the target.

It was a lavish setting. Trays of champagne and amuse bouche carried by attractive yet professional waitstaff. Many paintings, sculptures, and tapestries cover the event center. You strided to the section that held the works of the artist your target was obsessed with. Placing a hand against your hair you tapped the device in your ear. “I'm in position. No sign of Waterson yet.” Brushing a bit of hair behind your ear, you waited for a reply.

Wiping his hands on his shirt he tapped the ear piece. “Same here. Hey have you tried these cracker things. They are great.” His voice was muffled by the mouthful of hors d'oeuvres. He had wanted to settle his nerves. What better way than with treats. His pulse leapt at your laugh. Well that was easier said than done with you around. A thousand snacks couldn't clam down his hammering heart near you.

“I'll be sure to give them a try. Do you see the target?” Your tone was airy yet professional. It was a relief to work with someone that wasn't such a stick in the mud.

He relaxed a bit as you didn't reprimand him for slacking on the job. Searching the room, he didn't spot the target anywhere. But as his gaze wandered your way he cursed. “Carver is here.” Frowning he stared down the two-bit assassin. Though it deepened significantly as he headed in your direction. What was a creep like that doing heading over to you.

You smiled amicably as he made his way over to you. It was a good thing Ladybug had spotted him. It gave you time to prepare for the unneeded disturbance. As he swaggered closer you had to hold back a sneer. He had made it his mission to bed every female assassin he came across. Luckily for you he was nowhere near your type. No, that honor belonged to a certain luckless handsome clutz.

Without waiting a beat he already had you half pinned between himself and a sculpture. “Fancy meeting you here. It must be fate.” His cologne was overwhelming bad. Not to mention the lack of personal space he gave you.

Placing a hand on his chest, you forced him back a few inches. The satisfaction you received from the shock look he gave you at the action. Well it was well worth the effort. “You may believe that. While I know it must be that fact we've been assigned to the same target. Waterson didn't seem the type to make that many enemies."

He took a moment to gather himself. “Yeah, maybe he was. But I heard that he crossed the wrong people recently. So you know what that gets you.” Turning towards the crowd, he slipped an arm around your shoulder. Why not make the most of the evening while he was stuck search for the geezer.

It was killing him, watching that sleeze ball put his hands on you. Your body language switching as you look between the crowd and Carver gave him hope. Though your next words made his spirits soar.

“I would love to stay and chat. But I need to meet up with my partner.” Stepping away, you were shocked when a hand landed on your hip.

His smile was stretched tightly across his face. “Now come on sweetheart, don't be like that. Besides what sort of idiot would leave you all by yourself.” He dug his fingers a bit more into the plush flesh.

The fire that blazed through your veins was maddening. Placing your hand on top of his own, you smiled sweetly. Shifting two fingers around his pinky you jerked. Your giggle covered the sickening pop. Leaning towards him, you felt a jolt of exhilaration at the pain that had come over his features. “Since a simple no isn't enough for you. It seems you need a reminder that we are in the same line of work.” Another pop followed by a yelp from him was veiled once again by your laughter. A serious expression slid onto your face. “With that out of the way. I will be joining Ladybug for the rest of the evening as our target has just stepped through the door. You're welcome to try to claim the contract from us. But after your pitiful display of masculinity, I think it would be best if you didn't bother.”

As you strutted his way he could only admire your raw power. It was as if the more he experienced your being the greater his infatuation grew. He would be worried that thoughts of you would consume his very existence. If he wasn't already enamored with the notion of worshiping you. He had to stifle a gasp as you wrap an arm around his own.

“Now that our target has finally arrived. Why don't you focus a little of your luck his way.” Sliding a hand up his chest, you ran your fingertips along his stubble covered jaw. Guiding his face down, you place a slow deliberate kiss to his cheek. “Then you can take me on a proper date.”

His cheeks burned as he nodded resolutely. If he could harness his odd powers in your favor, he would. If only to get a moment longer with you pressed against him.

[lalarawr]

tge way i cajt even continue inquisition bc im stoll thinking sbout hawke and naking myself have a fucking aneurysm

[zephrr]

RAAH 🦅 Jason-Lore 🗣️

Early Life;

Jason Valeriy Carver was born on April 17, 1969.

His mother, Violetta Rozaliya Carver, & his father, Joseph Ruvim Carver, met in Russia.

Both mother and father are Russian making Jason, unmistakably, Russian.

Jason grew up in Russia from birth until he was 4, where they then moved to America after two(2) years of trying.

Jason didn't speak English. He only knew basic words. The reason for this is that his parents simply spoke Russian at home. It was rare of when the spoke English.

Due to this, he just chose to..not talk. He didn't speak a word. He didn't understand anything the teacher was saying, he got in trouble a lot do to this.

When he was 6, he met Edward. Though he goes by Eddie. Refuses to go by his full name, and Jason respected it..though he never verbally said that. He still barely knew English. Only basic phrases that he sort of understood.

As you may know, Eddie eventually got him to speak. It was broken English but it was..it was words! Progress people..progress.

When Eddie officially met Jason's mother he understood that they were not from America, so he took it upon himself to teach Jason English. (This becomes ironic later.. you'll see why.)

He bonds with Eddie this way. His father doesn't like it but his mother thinks it's adorable. He doesn't let it go but he does back off a bit.

That summer, Jason and his parents went to California for vacation. He met a strange kid named William --though he goes by Billy-- at the beach. Jason wondered why so many people went by nicknames. He never learned Billy's last name.

Billy was a year older than Jason and taller, so Billy teased him a lot during summer. The two families went to the beach a lot together.

Then Jason had to go back. Jason never saw Billy again...or so he thought.

When the family left, they didn't immediately go back to Hawkins. They when to a aquarium on the way back. Jason loved the different fish. Though his favorite was the Blacktip Reef Shark. Thus, his hyperfixatation with Marine life began, never to leave.

He studied marine life during school and after school. His parents thought it was weird but let it go. At least he's finally interested in something!

He often bothered his father to buy him different things dealing with sharks and his father, though irritated, always bought it.

This continued. Then he hit..:

Middle School;

Jason was semi-popular in middle school, his looks giving him attention. He hit the jackpot when it came to physical features.

Middle school is when his features started to really show, puberty and everything. His eyes stayed that same pale blue, his hair got a bit darker; from blonde to dirty blonde. Though..his height stayed..the same. His mother slightly laughed when she realized. 'He got his height from my side of the family.' She said with a thick accent while giggling.

Jason and Eddie's friendship wavered. They didn't speak to each other much anymore. That, obviously, hurt Jason but he respected Eddie's space.

He met two people; Patrick and Chance. The became best friends and did everything together. One wasn't seen without the other two.

This trio then met Andy. Andy was the final piece of the puzzle. They became THE friend group of middle school. Always together, sleepovers every weekend. This, that, and the third. They did everything together.

They thought Jason's weird obsession with marine life was odd but adorable. They always bought his little things that reminded them of him. Especially Andy. Andy always bought Jason whatever he wanted.

Then...:

Highschool;

Freshman year wasn't bad. It started bad because his friendship with Eddie officially broke but it was whatever (It wasn't just 'whatever'. He cried for a week straight.)

Though, he did get together with a girl named Chrissy. She was an angel.

He still had Andy, Patrick, and Chance. Still a stong friend group. All gaining popularity. Especially Jason. Jason was good looking, this earned him a lot of attention.

He, along with the 'idiot' trio, tried out for the basketball team. They all got in, to their surprise.

Jason then met Steve. Steve was...

" Good job, Jason. "

He was...

" You're doing so good. "

Jason liked Steve, even though he was..kinda an asshole. He liked him.

Thoughout the year, Jason played better but often got distracted by Steve. Not the Steve was doing anything, he just sometimes...liked to stare at him and sometimes Steve stared back.

Jason had also gotten closer to his own friend group with the 'idiot' trio. It started off platonic but he fears that its getting less platonic as the days pass.

Patrick often comes to Jason's house at night just to 'spend time with his best friend'. Jason suspects that something is happening at home, but doesn't push it. They always ended up cuddling in Jason's bed.

Sophomore year hit, nothing exciting. He was just living life, ya'know? Though, his arguing with Eddie got worse. Eddie seemed to target him a lot.

The group seemed to be closer than ever but they didn't mind. They simply just shrugged it off as "We've been friends for a while, its normal." (Spoiler alert: IT WAS NOT NORMAL.)

Then that faithful Junior year..

Nothing exciting during the first few months..then Billy came. Jason thought the name sounded familiar but didn't really question it. He just though he was just tripping balls.

Billy overtook Hawkins high. Overtaking Steve's 'throne'.

Billy eventually got bored of messing with Steve and turned towards Jason. Billy alway thought Jason's name was familiar but didn't question such a thing.

Having Billy's attention was a curse and a blessing. Some days it was good some days Jason left school with a bloody nose.

Billy just thought Jason was..pretty. A pretty little thing to mess with. But he slowly..slowly got infatuated with him.

Billy and The 'Idiot' Trio™ hated each other. They all wanted Jason's attention. Billy often rubbed it in their face that.."Jason paid more attention to him these days."

This continued until school ended and summer break started.

Billy was starting to act weird. Like really weird...At least thats what Max told him. So he invited her and her friend group over to his house. His parents were gone for the summer anyway.

They, The Party, explained everything to him. From the day Will went missing to El's powers. El even demonstrated. Jason was in shock. So he joined them.

Though, he wasn't there when they trapped him. He was at the mall...with Steve, Dustin and Robin. He wanted to take a break, ok??

So he got wrapped up in the Scoop Troop. On this mission out of **no where**. Apparently there was this.. Russian broadcast?? He doesn't know. He overheard Dustin talking to Steve and like... interrupted when they were like 'But who can speak Russian?' and he yelled 'me!!'

So there he was, translating Russian for them. Flawlessly. They were surprised. Then he revealed that he wasn't American and his first language was..Russian.

Though the translation made no fucking sense. Steve found out that the people were in Hawkins and Robin cracked the code.

Then they got a little girl, Erica, involved because nobody could fit into the vents.

And yada yada you know what happened. Trapped, Robin and Steve caught, Drugged, blah blah. They escaped.. surprisingly. It was July 4th and they were fucking running from Russians. What the fuck.

The Russians got hit by a flying car, they looked up to see the rest of the group.

Then..shit happened. Huge moster absolutely destroyed the mall, Billy was apparently on the monsters side, He tried to kill El but El convinced him to stop. Jason was on the bottom floor when all of this was happening and he..he saw Billy damn near sacrifice himself so he uh..he intervened. He yelled at Joyce to hurry up and close the damn portal and just jumped into Billy, affectively hitting..both of them. Blood was everywhere.

Joyce closed the portal. Thankfully. The thing died, whatever that was. And uh Jason and Billy were on the brink of death. The monter took a portion of noth of their sides. They were bleeding out.

Jason looked over at Billy, Billy looked at Jason. The group was at their side panicking for obvious reasons. They just stared at each other. Before Jason spoke up;

"Hey..I always thought your name was familiar. I don't know. It still is." He coughed. Billy stared at him and asked, "Did you visit California when you were a kid?" Jason looked at him in surprise before choking out a laugh. "So thats why... it's good to die at your side, B." Jason sighed. Billy looked forward.

"Yeah..yeah I guess it is, Jayce."

They both blacked out. They didn't die. The paramedics got there before they could.

Both were in comas for months Max was always by Billy's side and The 'Idiot' Trio™ were always by Jason's.

Jason woke up before Billy, he took less damage. The 'Idiot' Trio were crying their eyes out when he did wake up. He was released late December. His parents were so happy when he got back home. His mother cried for days when they found out what happened. She wouldn't let go of Jason's bed even when she had to go home. Jason's father was also in distress but didn't really show it. They decided to stop visiting Jason so they wouldn't feel even worse.

Jason's mother cried when he got back and hugged him like he would disappear again if she let go. His father also hugged him tightly.

Jason went back to school early February, having to mentally and physically recover. This is how he learned from Licas that the Byers moved away.

Jason visited Billy every day along with Max.

His arguing with Eddie got even worse. Though, he was glad he graduated this year.

Cannon events happen lol (except..Vecna. He doesn't happen. 🚶🏽)

Chrissy breaks up with Jason after springbreak. Jason is relieved. Though, they act as though they are still together for Chrissy's sake until she can move out of her parents house.

Eddie and Jason talked things out and the arguing stopped, thankfully.

Graduation happened. Eddie and Jason took pictures together. Jason's mom was so proud of her baby.

That same graduation day, Jason went to go visit Billy and uh..Billy was very much awake. Just as Jason put his shit down. He turned back around to see Billy staring at him:

"When did you wake up!?" Jason exclaimed. Billy gave him a half assed smirk. "Worried for me, Carver?" He joked. Jason simply stared at him. "I woke up yesterday morning at 2 a.m." Billy answered.

"I see you graduated." Billy said, sleepily. Jason looked back and answered,

"Yeah... yeah I did."

Billy got out of the hospital mid June. The Byers were back due to the Lab kidnapping El, now Jane.

Everyone was..ok. Almost most seniors went to college. Jason didn't. He simply didn't want to. He, instead, took up modeling.

Everything was at peace. And Jason was ok with that.

IF THIS FLOPS I'M GOING TO END IT ALL. but yeah...my Jason-Lore.

If you're wondering what Jason's final ship is..there is none. He's a whore 🚶🏽.

[dota2apologist]

DA2 has the highest percentage of companions that can SHOVE IT. bc they'd all sell you for one corn chip and just ruin my life all day long. how about you all grow up and support ME for a change.

[vanoefucks]

mage hawke w templar carver can be smth so special.

[autisticandroids]

girl. naming the kid danny.

[jennifer23]

Idiot Relationships

Ok so, I know this isn't a popular opinion, but I think Jason Carver might have actually loved Chrissy. The only reason I say this is the one line he says to Lucas when they're fighting in the attic. He says, "You know how I know you're lying? Because if Chrissy was hurting, she would have come to me!" I've seen a lot of people say that was just his pride or something, but honestly? It looked real. He was crying and angry and I think it was portrayed as a true honest heartbreak over the idea that someone he loved might not think they could trust him. Anyway, I know we really hate Jason, but I can understand his not wanting to believe Lucas.

[acedia-blankly]

Im starting to think I'm a bit odd about women carrying knives. My waitress at dinner tonight handed me a steak knife, and I think my body did a screen shot. She also complimented the cat photos I was showing my family, which... that's just cheating, that is.

You can't go complimenting my fuzzball and *not* expect it to work to some extent, especially if you give me a knife right after.

[familiaanteomnia]

i remembered xav is the sort to even though he knows lockpicking/could rationally handle an stuck door situation-

that he will go 'no wait i got this covered' and just take an axe to the door (if it happened where he got stuck he would just be like alas well i'm going to draw on the ceiling i guess)

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nate trapped in that situation would be freaking out but also like 'oh i can get some peace possibly?? sick' and if he came across somebody stuck in that situation, probably go get help but not stick around/or want it known he had anything to do with it most likely

[maipareshaan]

I think a lot of problems with this fandom is about how they think minorities can't die in shows and they don't get importance when everything revolves around the established leads who are not oppressed groups. This is such a complicated thing bcz then you really are demanding stories to be told or not told a certain way, i get the want for more diversity but it truly then is a demand that every show must be ensemble cast aka found family, huh maybe this is why they are so weirdly rabid about it and do treat it like activism.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve was lying on the floor of Robin's room, his back against the wall as he let Robin paint his toenails while he flipped through one of her magazines. The radio played softly in the background.

"I am totally new to having a girlfriend, and by girlfriend, I mean platonic girlfriend," Robin said.

"Well, that's one thing we got in common, I don't think I've ever had a girl who's just a friend," Steve said.

"What about Perkins?" Robin asked.

"She doesn't count, I hated her. She's the reason Tommy became such an asshole," Steve said.

"Hm, yeah," Robin said and paused. "So, how close were you and Tommy?"

"Well, we were friends since we were eight. We pretty much bonded over the fact that we both had assholes for fathers. We shared everything and told each other everything. He told me about his first crush, and I told him about my first crush. We practiced kissing, practiced having sex, and when I got first kiss, I told him immediately," Steve said.

"Woah, woah, woah! Back it up!" Robin exclaimed, and she closed the nail polish. "What the fuck do you mean you practiced kissing and having sex with Tommy Hagan?"

"Exactly what it means," Steve said, rolling his eyes. "We hadn't gotten girlfriends yet, and we wanted to get good before we did. It doesn't mean anything. We like women, so it didn't count."

"It still counts!" Robin shrieked. "Did you or did you not put your lips on Tommy's?"

"Yeah, and I also let Tommy put his dick in my ass. I was basically his pillow," Steve said as he continued to casually flip through the magazine. "It doesn't count if you're not gay, Robin."

"It doesn't work like that! Steve Harrington, the first time you had sex was with Tommy Hagan!" Robin exclaimed.

"It was not!" Steve exclaimed, throwing down the magazine.

"Was too!" She yelled.

"Was not!" Steve yelled.

"Okay! So, let's say if I kissed you right now. . .," Robin said.

"Wouldn't count as your first kiss, you're a lesbian and I'm straight," Steve said.

Robin grinned, a manic look in her eye. She pulled her hand back and slapped Steve across the face. He screamed.

"Didn't count! I'm a lesbian and you're straight!" Robin yelled.

"Okay, okay, I see your point. Jesus, did you have to hit me so hard?" Steve asked, rubbing his red cheek.

"Yeah, dingus, I did," Robin said.

"Okay, so my first kiss was with Tommy, and I lost my virginity. We're not gay, though," Steve said.

"No, just desperate and very horny teenagers, apparently," Robin rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you had gay sex before me, and you're not even gay. I bet you pictured some blond with big boobies."

"Well, no, actually," Steve shrugged.

"Hm, what do you mean?" Robin asked.

"I didn't have to picture a woman. I liked it," Steve shrugged.

"You liked it?!" Robin asked.

"Well, I am a man, Robin," Steve said.

"Uh, except not every man likes it when another man rams it up his asshole," Robin said. "Okay, I kind of wish I had been more delicate about this, but I didn't know this was you being in denial kind of situation."

"I'm straight, Robin, I like women," Steve said.

"Yeah, and did you know that you can like men and women?" Robin asked.

"What?" Steve asked.

Robin smiled and got up to pull out a box from underneath her bed. She pulled out a magazine and tossed it at Steve.

"Read it, study it, learn from it," Robin said.

Steve looked at it quizzically for a moment before opening it. He stared at it for the longest time before finally closing it.

"I am an idiot," Steve said.

"No, you're not. You just didn't know," she said softly.

"Bisexual," Steve whispered, and then he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Oh my god, this whole time, I thought I lost my virginity to Chrissy Cunningham."

"Chrissy Cunningham?" Robin asked.

"Uh, we used to hang out all the time before she started dating Jason Carver," Steve said. "Our parents ran in the same circles."

"Well, you know, I guess you could say you lost your guy virginity to Tommy Hagan and your girl virginity to Chrissy Cunningham," Robin said.

"Yeah, that's true," Steve grinned. "Thanks, Robin, and especially thank you for giving me that slap. I definitely needed it."

"Anytime that you want me to hit you, I'm your woman," Robin replied.

They moved towards Robin's window sill and sat on it, opening a window to get some fresh air.

"You know this means that I'm not straight," Steve said.

"Something else we have in common," she said.

"You ever wonder how many out there who are like me and who just don't know?" he asked as he looked up at the moon. "Here in Hawkins, I mean."

"Probably a lot more than we think," Robin said. "And they're out there, sitting in their closets wondering if they're ever going escape themselves or be rescued."

"Isn't crazy how we found ourselves?" Steve said.

"Maybe queer people just end up finding each other," Robin said.

"Well, maybe they'll find their way out themselves," Steve said and then he looked her, hazel eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "Seriously, Robin, thank you."

"You did that yourself, you know, you just needed a nudge. I mean, you could have told me to go fuck myself and continued to live in denial," Robin said. "You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for."

Steve smiled bashfully and glanced back at the moon. He looked at her, with tears in his eyes.

"Is it possible to be platonically in love with someone?" he asked.

"I think anything is possible," she said. "I think it's a definite because I know that I'm absolutely, platonically in love with you."

They dangled their feet out the window and leaned against each other, Steve resting his head on top of Robin's.

"I wish I'd known you sooner," he whispered.

"I wish I'd known you sooner, too," she whispered back.

They were here now, though, and absolutely nothing could get in between them.

Part Two

[munson-blurbs]

Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: You've been crushing on Eddie since you joined Hellfire Club. Too bad he's crushing on Chrissy Cunningham...right?

Warnings: angst to fluff, idiots in love, super cheesy but it's Valentine's Day so idc WC: 1.6k A/N: My entry for @corroded-hellfire's This is Music! event!

Divider credit to @saradika

Eddie’s looking at her again.

You can’t blame him; he’d be crazy not to stare at Chrissy Cunningham, clad in her tiny cheerleading uniform with a bouncy blonde ponytail and sugar-sweet giggle. If you just ignore him, act like he isn’t imagining sweeping her off of her feet–

“Do you think I should send her one of those candy gram things?”

Almost instinctively, Dustin’s eyes flicker to you, but he turns back to Eddie before anyone can notice. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he stammers, scrambling for an excuse. “She and Jason, like, just broke up.” 

This information doesn’t deter Eddie in the slightest. “Exactly. She’s probably heartbroken from getting dumped right before Valentine’s Day. I could be her…Freak in Shining Armor.” He grins at his spin on the unwanted nickname, pausing for a half-second before turning to you and asking, “You’re a girl. What do you think?”

The question is almost laughable. What do you think? You think he should stop pining over Chrissy and start seeing you in that same light.

With a painful swallow, you force a strained smile. “If you like her, you should go for it.”

That’s all of the motivation Eddie needs. He slams his palm on the table and proudly declares, “All right, I’m doin’ it.”

Tears bite at your lash line as he strides across the cafeteria over to where the student council has set up the candy gram booth. You feel a gentle hand on your shoulder, and you glance over to see Dustin offering you a sympathetic look.

“He’s an idiot,” he says, low enough so that his words are inaudible to other Hellfire members. “He’ll figure it out one day, but you shouldn’t sit around waiting for it to happen.”

Logic tells you that he’s right, but moving on is easier said than done. Especially when he’s one of your closest friends.

Determined to avoid any inquiring from the other guys, you do your best to assimilate into their conversation about beating this week’s campaign.

Chrissy received Eddie’s candy gram on Valentine’s Day. To his dismay, she also got one from Jason Carver. 

“Of course she went back to him,” Eddie mutters, tossing his tin lunch box on the cafeteria table with a harsh clang. He heaves a sigh and rests his head on your shoulder, gazing up at you with his big, beautiful eyes. “Am I gonna be alone forever?”

“Probably.” You muster a tense laugh and brush a tendril of his hair off of your cheek. “Maybe you can try sending out a message in a bottle and see if anyone bites.”

He harrumphs and slumps over, burying his face in his palms. “She told me she ‘appreciates my friendship.’” He shakes his head. “Fucking humiliating.”

The irony of his statement is too much to bear, and you slip away from the table with a half-hearted excuse about needing to study for the history test you have next period. 

The walk to the library feels like it takes decades, silent tears falling as soon as you find an empty table among the stacks of books. 

Chrissy wanted Jason the way Eddie wanted Chrissy, which was the same way you wanted Eddie. 

And no one wanted you. 

A few minutes pass before Jeff slides into the seat next to you. “We’re in the same history class. Figured it would make your lie more believable if I had to study, too.” He shrugs. “Plus, I wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

He doesn’t believe you, you know he doesn’t. Embarrassment is written all over your face, both at your abrupt exit from the cafeteria and your pathetic crush on Eddie. 

Jeff takes a deep breath. “Look, Eddie doesn’t know what he wants.”

“Seems pretty obvious to me that he wants Chrissy,” you say wryly, twirling a pen between your fingers. 

“No…I mean, yeah. But that’s because she’s, like, safe.”

You scoff. “Asking out the Queen of Hawkins High is safe?” 

“Sounds ridiculous, I know, but hear me out.” Jeff leans in a bit closer so he can whisper to you. “She’s not part of our group, so he doesn’t have to worry about constantly hanging out with her. Plus, she’s nice enough to not publicly destroy his ego. I’m sure she didn’t tell Jason about the candy gram, or else he would’ve announced it to the whole school by now.”

You nod in reluctant agreement. 

“And speaking of that jackass,” Jeff continues, “how many times have they broken up and gotten back together?” 

“Too many to count.” Their relationship is like one of the novelas you watch when you’re stuck at home with a fever. 

“Exactly.” Jeff exhales. “Chrissy paid a little bit of attention to Eddie because she wanted some weed for a party, and now he’s head over heels for her. Because he can be. Because her rejection stings a little, but it’s nothing compared to how being rejected by you would feel.”

Wiping at your tear-dampened cheeks, you shake your head. “I don’t think he cares about being rejected by me.”

He mumbles something under his breath but doesn’t say another word until the bell rings, and the two of you walk to class together. 

Thank God you don’t actually have a test today; you wouldn’t be able to focus long enough to answer a single question. All you think about is what Jeff had implied: that Eddie does like you but is afraid to ruin your friendship.

You brush off the idea as ridiculous. Why would Eddie choose you over the gorgeous head cheerleader?

Uneasiness builds within you until it’s impossible to ignore, and you scrawl a note in the back of your composition notebook before you can fully think it through.

Eddie–

I’m sorry that Chrissy turned you down. Trust me when I say that I know what it’s like to feel unwanted by the person you want the most. It sucks, but you’ll move on and realize that she was the one who missed out, not you.

You sign your name and add a P.S. Fuck Valentine’s Day for good measure, folding the paper in fourths and slipping it into his locker between class periods. Not quite a confession, but it’ll do.

Eddie’s waiting by your locker after the last bell rings, scraping a front tooth against his bottom lip and fiddling with something. As you get closer, you realize that something is your note.

“Who is he?” Eddie demands to know, sighing impatiently when you raise your brows in confusion. “This mystery guy who doesn’t want you. Who is he?”

“No one. It’s fine,” you say quickly, refusing to make eye contact with him as you twist open the lock. “It was just to let you know that you’re not alone in this, okay?”

He shakes his head and chuckles tersely. “Nah, not okay. I’ve gotta kick his ass.” He shuffles from foot to foot, already anticipating a fight.

“Well, you can’t.”

“And why not?” Eddie scoffs. “I know I’m scrawny, but I’m pretty damn scr–”

“Because you’d be kicking your own ass!” The words fly out of your mouth before you can stop them. Your blood runs cold and your pulse thuds in your ears when you realize what you’ve said. “I’m sorry. That was too much, especially with what happened with Chrissy today.”

You start to leave, but you’re tugged back in place by his gentle grasp on your wrist. “Follow me,” he murmurs. He makes a beeline for the Hellfire room with you right on his heels. As soon as you walk in, he closes the door. “Repeat that? Because I don’t think I heard you right.”

“You’re the guy who doesn’t want me,” you manage through the lump in your throat, “and it’s okay, because we can’t help who we like and who we don’t. I don’t want you to feel guilty or anything like that.” 

You’re rambling, and you tuck your lips into your mouth to stop yourself from talking yourself in circles.

Silence seeps into the room, the only noise is the hum from the fluorescent lights overhead. Finally, Eddie speaks again. “Do you know why I asked you to join Hellfire?”

You swivel your head back and forth in a definite no.

“Yeah, I tried to keep it that way,” he says with an awkward laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “So, um, I kinda had a massive crush on you. And I figured that we’d get to know each other here and then I’d ask you out or whatever, but I kept chickening out. So…there ya have it.” He shifts his hands as if to say ta-da.

“And now you like Chrissy.” Out with the old, in with the new.

Eddie takes a small step closer, one ring-clad hand taking yours. “Not the way I like you,” he breathes, his other thumb tracing a faint line over your jaw. “Not even close.”

You close the gap between you, tilting your head so your lips meet his. The fear that he’ll hesitate or turn his head altogether disappears as soon as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. His hand tucks behind your ear, and he leaves it there until you both have to break away for air.

The two of you wear matching smiles, shy but relieved. Eddie leans in to kiss you once again, only to be interrupted by the rest of the club’s musings.

“Took them long enough.”

“Seriously, I thought we were just gonna have to watch them pine over each other forever.”

“Crap, do you think they can hear us?”  

“Yeah, shit-heads, we can hear you,” Eddie calls out with a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief before turning back to you.

“Now, where were we?”

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Uhh Jason and The Idiot Trio head cannons.

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° They met back in middle school. Jason and Patrick met first in 6th grade. They, later that year, met Chance and didn't meet Andy til 8th grade.

° They were joking when they said they would play basketball at first. They all tried out as a joke but all got in. They were very shocked.

° They used to be unpopular.

° Only got popular due to joining basketball.

° Secretly nerds on the inside. Jason loves Marine Life, Chance is a sucker for anything Math related, Andy loves Hitory, and Patrick loves English and Language Arts.

° They all have straight A's or B's. Always aim for perfection. Especially Jason.

° Once, Jason got a 73 on a test and he ran to Chance crying to the point they ditched school.

° Speaking of that, they ditch school if one of them is hurting mentally. They don't notify anyone, either. They just...leave.

° Get into dumb arguments all the time that end up in laughter and pillows being thrown.

° Jason's idol is literally Steve. Not kidding. The Idiot Trio lowkey (highkey) is jealous of him.

° They find ways to sneak Jason and Chance out of state since they aren't 18 yet.

° Jason is younger than Chance by 18 hours. He hates it. Not even a full day.

° Their Birthdays: Jason Carver: April 17th. Chance Alcaraz: April 16th. Andy Campbell: September 21st. Patrick McKinney: December 27th.

° They don't actually hate Eddie or his crew. Just find it funny to tease them.

° One thing about them? They going to be there for each other. They like this 🤞🏼.

° They have silly little sleepovers at Jason's silly little guest house in the silly little woods away from their silly little town.

° Honestly just best friends forever. Love them.