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vanquishful · 2 years ago
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closed for: @everlaesting where: medical tent when: evening
 he didn’t like to ask for help. it was not in his nature. he, on the other hand, was always ready to lend a hand. especially if those he loved and/or cared about were in need of help. however... that was not the case that unfortunate day. it is quite ironic at the same time, as it happened to be tristan’s brother’s birthday. a tiny piece of him wished it was another normal day. as cruel as that sounded, this day now caused him greater pain than it was necessary. but be as it may... you can’t choose family. not that kind of family, anyways.
 the medical tent was a few feet away and yet the wheels in his head picked up, body visibly tensing from the uncomfortable sensations he was already flooded with. there was still time. he could simply turn around and leave, take an innocent detour. he could hop in the bar, instead. as he usually did. it would be so easy. too easy, almost. he could find a bandage, first aid kit at the bar, or any other place. hell, he has one in his own apartment. however, the sudden sting of pain got his adrenaline rushing fast enough for tristan to bolt outside, with an empty mind heading straight to the medical tents almost as if... a hidden sense of safety was waiting there for him. a specific type of comfort he will not find anywhere else. it was one of a kind feeling. a feeling that followed him everywhere he went ever since he discovered it... and now that the tent was in his sight, his suppressed intuition confirmed the origins of that said deeply rooted sensation. 
if it weren’t for the sharp sting in his left palm that dragged him back to reality, tristan would’ve probably kept standing there, frozen in spot, unable to move an inch. but how could he...? knowing what he knows. knowing that... no. no, she has a day off, today. he saw it. there is a public schedule for that. she’s off duty today. but did it really bring more comfort for him...? or more pain? no. he didn’t want to go that rabbit hole. with a way too sudden shake of his head, tristan picked up the pace and finally reached the medical tent, being mindful to check if they were empty, first. there was no need barging in. not only was it rude, but it was unethical and against the rules. he should know. 
by the time he knew it, the last civilian left the tent all taken care of and even then tristan hesitated. rightfully so. as the weak voice of his intuition tried to reach him, trying to tell him something. unfortunately, to no avail. one of the nurses’ called him in as the ‘next patient’ and he really did not have a choice. one step at a time. tristan sucked in a deep sharp breath and slipped inside the tent, taking a seat, only to wait not-so-patiently for the nurse to stitch him up. meanwhile he was holding his fist tightly shut as there were a couple of pretty deep wounds cut open thanks to that freaking whiskey glass he had drank from earlier. maybe that was his karma for drinking so often. he never went overboard, thankfully, but it didn’t mean it was okay. guess not.
it only took a minute or two, but tristan found himself quite restless. in reality there was nothing to be worried about. it’s not the first time he was going to be checked, stitched up. it has been worse before. he has seen worse back in the day. so there was no reason be feel like it. it’s what he kept telling himself in his head until he started to calm down, bring his heartbeat to a slightly more acceptable rate. a small sigh left his lips right before he heard that angelic voice that forced him to open his eyes so fast he swore he developed an eye strain.it cannot be. it simply can’t. it was her day off. she shouldn’t be there. how did she get there? why? who told her he was coming? they weren’t supposed to meet in there. again. as they did most of times. as they did the first time... officially, anyways.
most likely, unbelievable to hear, but tristan was still trying to convince himself to leave. he couldn’t be such a burden on her. not again. not like this. not by appearing to beg for pity. tristan did not do that. never has. never will. that voice... he could recognize it anywhere. in a crowd of a thousand people. with a blindfold on. it probably is engraved in his brain, at this point. he was about to rise up from his seat when love’s voice broke the silence. this time, the voice was directed at him. guess it’s a bit too late to flee now. with a tiniest of reassuring nods to himself, tristan slowly tilted his head in love’s direction, slightly afraid of what he might find there... but once their eyes met, tristan couldn’t look away. it’s like their glanced locked together, stuck, for eternity. and frankly? he was more than okay with that.
❝ i- uhm... i thought it was your day off..? ❞ he sounded surprised, because he was indeed surprised at the fact that love was standing right there working, although it was her day off. was she taking extra shifts? was she in need of more ration cards? was it a penalty another officer punished her with without his knowledge? there were too many different things that could’ve gone wrong and truth be told, tristan will be the first one to find out just what had happened to put love in such a predicament. 
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gabunyan · 6 months ago
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Hey there! Welcome to Indigo Park! My name's Rambley - Rambley the Raccoon!
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arinmoss · 8 months ago
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Mr. Elliott Stardew Valley once again U_U
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hinamie · 4 months ago
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theyre soft your honour
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vault81 · 8 months ago
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I've finished my Fallout OC Character Sheet! this is my first time making something like this, but I like how it turned out!
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PSD below cut!
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stevebabey · 2 years ago
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part one here. ze part two to touch-starved stevie that absolutely no one requested hehe <3 but i gots to let my boys have a wee kiss :")
So, hugs with Eddie become�� well, a thing.
Not a thing. They’re not a thing, Steve and Eddie. It’s totally the same as when he gets hugs from Robin. Eddie’s doing him a favour as a friend. It’s got the 100% platonic energy of getting a hug from a friend — a hug that usually melts into some form of a cuddle, limbs all tangled together until they can’t tell whose are whose.
Except, Steve doesn’t really do that second part with Robin. Like he hasn’t done it ever with Robin.
So, it’s an Eddie thing.
But they’re not a thing. Not matter how much Steve would actually very much like for that happen. Okay, maybe Steve’s overthinking the whole thing a bit, but he just can’t tell.
Where’s the line? It’s infuriating not being able to discern between platonic and more, just because Steve wasn’t held enough as a fucking baby. Out of all the things he resents his parents for, Steve’s surprised that this is so near the top.
Because, sure, Steve’s had more than his fair share of hookups. He knows that sort of touch. He knows the shape of lust; the scrapes of fingernails down backs, the tight grips over skin, the push and pull of the heat of the moment.
And this thing with Eddie… is not that.
So, really, Steve knows that it’s all friendly. Eddie is just being nice. He’s being a decent dude and helping his friend out — by catapulting himself into Steve’s arms at every opportune moment.
(Steve’s only dropped 3 mugs of coffee because of this so far. It’s only because Eddie says good catch, big boy with a devilish grin every time that Steve manages to catch Eddie that Steve hasn’t completely told him to knock it off. Just yet, at least.)
And he’s different in other areas. He’ll always seem to choose the seat next to Steve on movie-nights now, content to snuggle right up to him. They get thigh to thigh, arm to arm — and Eddie only needs to get about 20 minutes in for him to do a big sigh, like an old dog, and slump over, resting his head on Steve’s shoulder.
Steve notices though. He always notices.
It’s impossible not to— the skin, even if there’s 3 layers between them, burns blazing warm. Eddie’s hair drapes over his arm, a curl inevitably tickling along Steve’s collar. He can feel the rise and fall of Eddie’s breathing, the little shake of when he laughs.
It drives Steve a little insane— insane in the way that makes him think about burying his fingers in those curls again, about pressing his lips against Eddie’s pretty mouth just to feel the smile against his skin, about digging into his chest so he can climb into his chest and live there.
Yeah, it’s— well, it’s safe to say that the effect of Eddie’s touchiness has sent what was once a fleeting thought of a crush into mind-melting levels of affection.
But he can’t fucking tell.
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To Steve’s credit, neither can Eddie.
Which is not surprisingly considering sometimes he catches himself wondering how the hell he ended up here; in a close-knit friendship with band-geek Robin Buckley, princess Nancy Wheeler, and King Steve Harrington.
Okay, the Robin one sort of makes sense. He thinks that if no matter when their paths crossed, he and Robin would’ve always even some sort of strange friends - her snark complimenting his bitchiness. Also, the whole super queer thing helps too. Even the friendship with Nancy works, in its own weird way.
Steve though? He’s the fucking curve ball.
It works though, the two of them. Surprisingly well, actually — the two of them get on like a house on fire, bitchy quips back and forth. Even better, is the quiet that they can share. Steve loves to come around and do… nothing. Do nothing with Eddie, though.
So, even though Eddie had noticed the tension in Steve with touch, little moments where he turned rigid when Eddie’s usual wandering hands got too comfortable — Eddie chalked it up to the usual. Guys bring too uncomfortable with him, too weird about another guy being touchy. It didn’t matter than Eddie wasn’t even out to Steve yet, he was still might be that type of guy.
Well, Eddie had certainly thought so. Sure, Steve might not be one of those jocks who smacked around boys who looked too long in the locker room, but if he knew a smidge of the truth, who really knows. It would explain the tenseness at least.
But then— ‘Can I… have a hug?’ There had been a dozen things Eddie was thinking that Steve could’ve asked for but that? Wasn’t even in the ballpark. It was so left-field it left Eddie speechless for a whole moment. And Steve had been staring at the ceiling, his hands curled up tight again like- like he thought Eddie might say no.
A ridiculous thought, honestly. Anyone who knew Eddie well enough knew he was touchy; loved giving it, loved getting it. Like an overly affectionate cat, Wayne had once called him, just 11 years old, because Eddie’s need for affection seem to never be sated.
After that night, Steve’s lack of touch became far more obvious. It’s always hair ruffles or high-fives, yet never hugs. Normally, Eddie would keep to that boundary; some people are less touchy other than others, he knows that.
But… “Sometimes I realise it’s been awhile, since I’ve had some touch.” That’s what Steve had said, his words. Eddie doesn’t even think he meant to say something so heartbreaking. In fact, the guy seemed embarrassed.
It had thrown Eddie for a loop— because Steve gets around. He’s nearly notorious for one-night stands and failed flings, as Robin loves to drone on about considering she’s subjected to all the flirting. What had originally been a point of envy for Eddie, just saturates the bleakness of Steve’s words. Sex but without a moment of intimacy.
So, while Eddie is miles away from being the person who gets into Steve’s pants — not for lack of want, mind you — he does try hike up the touchiness. Little things. Lingering when he taps him on the arm, hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder to peer over it, leaning up against him when they’re side by side watching a film.
It’s good. It helps Eddie release the pressure of his stupid monumental god-awful crush he has. Yeah, yeah, it’s laughable, even to Eddie. It’s like Gay 101; don’t get crush on straight dudes, especially the ones you’re friends with. And yet…
Steve lets him. He lets Eddie give him touch, more than he lets anyone else. He still tenses; there’s still always a moment before he can remember to relax, like he’s trying to shake off bad thoughts but then he melts. He always melts into Eddie’s touch eventually — in a way Eddie knows Steve actually loves it, drinks it up as much as he can.
And maybe, Eddie is the biggest fool to grace the Earth to let that fact give him some hope. Sue his gooey heart, he’s a romantic. It’s a quiet hope but, it’s there.
Tonight, it seems relaxing for Steve is been harder than usual— several times has Eddie traced a quite long along Steve’s arms, a subtle point that they were far too tense for someone who was wrapped up in cuddles on the couch. ‘Cos that’s 100% what they are now. Eddie will still call them hugs, but usually, when it’s just the two of them, it becomes this.
Steve, tucked up into the corner of the couch, one leg flush along the back of the couch and one hanging off the edge. It’s the prime position for Eddie to crawl up, wind his arms around Steve’s middle and give him a good squeeze and then settle there. Head on Steve’s chest, lying in the cradle of his hips. Safe. Warm.
It makes him warm, oh very warm to know that he gets this. That Steve doesn’t give this amount of trust to many, if any, other people but Eddie — he trusts Eddie.
“Y’know,” Eddie says, cheeks smushed against the plain of Steve’s pec. It feels deliciously warm and Eddie’s fairly sure he can feel how toned it is just through his cheek. Hot bastard. “I’m actually real glad you asked for that hug all those weeks ago.”
He leaves it there ‘cos he knows Steve will ask. Eddie’s eyes stay on the buzzing tv-screen even as Steve’s head shifts, turning to peer down at the boy slumped on his chest. Eddie’s pretty sure he can see Steve’s mouth twitch up into a smile.
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” Eddie affirms, giving a nod and his eyes flick up to meet Steve’s for just a moment. “Think I’ve had some of the best hugs in the world.”
Okay, that was maybe more honest and sappy than Eddie was going for. He is just letting Steve know he isn’t just doing it for Steve — that he enjoys these moments just as much. He lays it on thick, tries for a smarmy angle.
“Swept up in these pillowy arms?” He croons, giving Steve’s bicep a quick squeeze, making the other chuckle softly. “Who wouldn’t think so? I’m a lucky guy.”
Despite the joking tone, there’s no quick comeback from Steve. That’s alright. Eddie’s quite happy if this is one of the times Steve just takes the compliment; let’s the word sink in and hopefully, believes them, even if it’s just a little bit. He watches the film and doesn’t read into the silence.
Not even when Steve says, “Eddie?” all soft. Nearly shy sounding. It doesn’t quite register to Eddie’s ears.
“Mm?”
“Eddie.” Steve says again, a little firmer and that catches Eddie’s attention. He turns his head and rests his chin on Steve’s chest, his brows drawn together in silent question.
But the moment he makes eye contact, Steve’s doing that scrunched up face again. Is studying the ceiling instead of facing Eddie. And just like all those weeks ago, his hands clench up tight. Twists up the fabric of Eddie’s sweater in between his fingers and uses it to ground himself.
Last time, he asked for a hug. Considering he’s currently just about squishing Steve beneath his body weight, Eddie can’t fathom what he might be worked up to ask for. Unless he was going to ask for something more than a hug— which, well, just wasn’t going to happen, even if Eddie really wanted it to.
“Can I-” Steve starts. He sucks in a breath, almost like he’s gathering courage. But he’s not, because he’s not about to ask for what Eddie hopes for, he’s not, he’s—
Unless…?
“Can I… have a kiss?” Steve asks, barely audible. The sentence is murmured, soft words that hit Eddie like a gentle kiss in itself — imprinting right onto his heart. Steve Harrington wants a kiss — from him!
“Oh.” Eddie says, in a breathy delightful way. He’s fairly certain the little monkey in his brain is clapping its cymbals at double-speed as the words process; or maybe it’s his heart, which feels like it’s leapt up his throat.
“Oh?” Steve echoes, a smile already playing at the edges of his mouth, because he can see Eddie’s want. Because he knows him.
“Yes.” Eddie says suddenly, with a frantic nod, pushing up closer so their faces are aligned. “Yes, absolutely, you can.” He affirms.
Steve huffs a quiet laugh at the eagerness and then his arm that had been slung around Eddie shifts. It moves up til his hand caresses along the line of Eddie’s jaw, tilting him just how he likes.
Eddie holds his breath. Counts the freckles he can see this close. Tries to feel Steve’s heartbeat through where they’re pressed so closely together; can Steve feel his? Thundering and hurried, beating so hard Eddie thinks he might bruise the inside of his ribs.
Then Steve kisses him. And shit, Steve’s lip are better by ten-fold than every daydream Eddie’s ever had about them. They’re warm and so soft — plush and pressing against his own and Eddie is freezing. Fuck, wait, how does this go again? Right, Eddie’s never… well, kissed anybody before.
Steve pulls back and Eddie screws his eyes up — not ready in the slightest for the disappointment of his own shoddy kissing skills. Fuck, did he really just freeze? Steve — Steve Harrington — asks for a kiss and Eddie decides to stab himself in the back by not figuring out how to fuck to kiss back.
“You call that a kiss?” Steve teases and Eddie’s well aware of the parallel — of the irony of Steve repeating his own words back at him. But he can’t make himself laugh even though it’s funny. Instead, a little groan wiggles out his throat.
“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, earnest. He forces his eyes opens — he needs to see what’s Steve’s thinking. Where he’s expecting disappointment or perhaps regret, is only patience. Maybe a touch of concern. Eddie continues, despite the humiliation that makes his throat sticky.
“I haven’t- I don’t do this often.” He coughs awkwardly clearing his throat and hoping it hides the next word. “Ever.”
There’s a jump in Steve’s eyebrows, a moment of surprise in his eyes that lets him know he did, indeed, hear that final word. It makes Eddie feel… well, it’s nice that Steve had expected him to have been kissed by now. Even if he hasn’t. He tries to take it as a compliment.
“That’s okay,” Steve assures. Absentmindedly, his thumb rubs soothing along Eddie’s jaw. It makes Eddie shiver, some outrageous amount of joy clawing into every nerve. Steve likes Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie.
“Do you want to try again?”
Eddie nods before the questions even out of his mouth. Steve smiles, all sunshine. This time when he draws Eddie in, he notices the way Eddie holds his breath — the rigidness in his body.
Steve kisses him again, another short and soft one and then whispers against his lips, “Relax.”
‘Cos isn’t tonight just full of the parallels, Eddie thinks. He listens, tries to focus on how sweet Steve’s kiss is than his panicky heart, forcing out a breath between the kisses. His hands along Steve’s sides find a grip, grounding and good, and by the fourth kiss, he begins to feel a bit melty.
It’s good. It’s really good. Kissing Steve is top 5– nay, the top moment of his life so far. Somehow, it’s made all that much better knowing the build-up behind it. Knowing that Steve knows he isn’t just kissing him for a heat of the moment — that Eddie wants kisses here, kisses before bed, in the morning, on dates. Eddie wants Steve.
And with the way he kisses, Eddie’s pretty sure Steve wants him just as bad.
It doesn’t take long for Steve to reach what Eddie decides is an ultra pretty fuckin’ state; lips swollen from kisses, cheeks flushed, hair a little mussed up. He bets he looks no better. The thought makes him grin, enough they have to break the kiss ‘cos Eddie can’t stop his stupid happy grin ‘cos shit— he actually gets to have this Steve.
“What?” Steve asks, somehow half heart-eyed and half suspicious at the mischief in Eddie’s eyes.
“Can I... have a hickie?”
now with a part three !
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iilmunchkiin · 3 months ago
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Comfort
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faeriedoodles · 6 months ago
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Other Self
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iooiu · 2 years ago
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playing around with future donnie’s design and all i can say for sure is this:
1) lose an arm gain three
2) dies
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kneworder · 23 days ago
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something so incredibly funny about stiles being the first and only person to notice that he's possessed. just walking around like guys i think i'm acting weird. guys do i seem like i'm acting strange and evil and not normal to you. hello. guys i think i might be doing some strange and evil things behind your backs. can anyone hear me. and then he has a full on breakdown then goes missing and does some evil shit and then comes back mysteriously and is like yeah ok fine maybe i WAS possessed but i'm good now anyways anyone wanna retrace my sexy evil steps with me and not tell my dad? and everyone immediately trusts him again. just such a strange and yet still deeply normal guy that no one can even fathom stiles not being stiles until he's got a sword through scott. backbone of that squad not in a weird pack mother way but in an always-there-and-always-invested-'and-you-still-got-me!' kind of way even though he's so incredibly weird. worst possible choice to be their normal guy rock.
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shockingshinx12-shinx · 19 days ago
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You Are Out Of Hope. The World Will Never Be The Same
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theballadofmars · 2 months ago
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I've been working as a waiter for less than a month and I went from "I love jin guangyao but he did commit many crimes and has to pay the consequences" to "tbh he deserves to kill some people".
I'm not even having such a bad time, but when I have a bad customer or a rude one and I have to act nice and smile at them oh boy, I get it.
I even respect him even more because after all the public service job he had to do when he got into a position of power he changed the system to help the lower class (creating the towers). If he got to kill some rich assholes in his way that's on them. Next time be nicer to workers because you never know if one of them is planning a revolt (actually just be nice to workers in general).
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stars-n-kites · 7 days ago
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really an inexplicable train of thought but i feel like taako is the kind of person who in a modren era au would just decide to go to a shooting range and learn how to shoot a pistol for funsies, but would consider learning to spin the pistol all cool like they do in cowboy movies to be his first and foremost priority. like hes already bought a holster and the moment he is given a gun he immediately starts trying to twirl it. the instructor has to tell him to stop or theyll take the gun away from him. he keeps trying to lead the conversation back to it anyway because he really feels like theyre putting the cart before the horse here if hes learning how to shoot the gun before even knowing how to dramatically reholster it if he were to get in some sort of cowboy duel. hes actually really good at the shooting part but he gets kicked out of the class after his eighth guntwirling attempt in which he accidentally flicks the safety off mid twirl and shoots one of their light fixtures
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yummycrummy · 1 month ago
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these guys again
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skrrtscree · 4 months ago
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burn my dread 💀💙
[redraw of sorts of official art, the og under the cut]
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ph-cutie · 10 months ago
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top 10 reasons you should NEVER visit revachol
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