#save me pansexual in my phone save me

[bunni-bun]

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh maybe i'll start knock knock boys later when i land and thereby, making myself insane by keeping up with four shows at once

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons the Mothman should die, collectively written by the residents of the Hazbin Hotel:

Coding for Characters: Vaggie, Charlie, Pentious, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, pretty much everyone

TW: References to abuse

He’s holding back Angel’s progress. (Vaggie, is killing really necessary?) (I am concerned about going after a Vee)

I’m hungry (ALASTOR!)

Ms. Angel gets nervous when on the phone with him.

His coat is tacky.

He’s a bug! And bugs must be DESTROYED!

So Angel stops feeling like he has to be so damn fake. This is getting on my fucking nerves.

HE LICKED CHARLIE!!! (Vaggie, wait it’s okay.)

Color scheme sucks. Purple AND red?!

He makes Angel sad, NOBODY should make Angel sad.

Those obnoxious glasses just make him look stupid.

He’s a manipulative, abusive prick.

ANGEL DIDN'T KNOW BOUNDARIES WERE A THING?!?!?!?!?!? (Honestly that explains a lot.)

NOBODY deserves to be in an abusive relationship.

Too many arms. Nobody needs that many. (...Angel has that many?) (Well maybe he shouldn't.)

Ms. Angel keeps coming home all messy!!

He’s ruining hearts for everyone. Me and Angel already have enough. At least those are on our bodies, what’s his excuse?

Hearts should not even be ASSOCIATED with Valentino, THIS IS NOT LOVE.

I can do without all the sexual depravity. While I am in Hell this is NOT one of the reasons.

If I have to hear that ringtone one more damn time-

The Eggies found some of his films. They should never be exposed to such horrors. Now I have to explain what “a sex” is.

Makes picture shows that are a disgrace to the idea of “entertainment.”

He’s making a bad name for Uncle Ozzie. This is NOT “lust.”

So we don’t have to listen to another one of Angel’s pornos. (Agreed, it’s quite horrifying!!)

So Ms. Angel isn’t tired when she gets home and can save the kinky stuff for then :) (Niff, really?)

So the kid stops coming home with bruises and cuts that I fix up at 3 am. (Husk, what the fuck?)

Because what the FUCK Valentino?

He keeps forcing Angel to do drugs. (HE WHAT?! Like crack??) (That but also I’m pretty sure whatever comes out of him is an aphrodisiac.)

I want to use his antenna as a backscratcher

Has that whole red color thing going on. Only I am allowed to wear red :) (Al, your text isn’t even red.) (My what?)

What is up with his red spit and smoke? Seriously disgusting.

The red stuff from him may be what allows Velvette to create her ���Love Potions” which funds Vax’s stupid endeavors (Do you mean Vox?) (Who?)

FOR MY COLLECTION :D (…yeah okay.)

Really is making a bad name for Overlords. And not in the fun way.

Angel’s shown trauma signs of abuse in our meetings. Im pretty sure it’s Valentino.

Make a doll out of his fur so I have a main villain for roach puppet shows!!!

His only purpose is to keep Veks occupied but considering Vixen’s inane attempts to catch my attention it isn’t working.

So Angel can have his soul and he and Husk can run off into the sunset together like in a fanfiction!!! (Ah, yes that would be nice.) (WE WHAT?!) (Oh Husker, denial doesn’t suit you.)

So Angel can get a good boyfriend THAT’S NOT ME to stop these bullshit allegations.

So Angel can admit his feelings to Husker because our cat surely isn’t going to be the first to do it. (ALASTOR I SWEAR TO GOD!)

Who knows how many other people he’s abusing.

Seems to give Vicks confidence. He has enough of that as is. It much more fun to destroy him.

He makes Angel sad which makes Cherri sad!

HE HIT ANGEL!!!

Called my dear Rosie an "old hag" NOBODY CALLS ROSIE AN OLD HAG.

Angel is a good friend and deserves so much better.

I’ve forgotten what moths taste like.

He keeps trying to get Angel to move out :(

Told the kid he had to lose weight. What the actual FUCK. (Ill kill him.)

He’s annoying and looks quite stupid. How has this not been added yet?!

He’s making a bad name for Spanish speakers everywhere. (Yeah it’s embarrassing.) (Wait… what?)

He’s making a bad name for pansexuals everywhere.

He’s making a bad name for wing-holders everywhere. (HE HAS FUCKING WINGS?!) (Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you?)

Too tall. This is ridiculous.

Won’t admit he’s blind so he’s become even more of a public safety hazard.

If I get one more transmission of him and Box commiting lascivious acts someone will be eaten. I don’t care who. What the purpose of these are I don’t know. Advertisement? (I think it’s to make you jealous boss.) (Ha! Jealous of what? Mediocre sex with a pathetic excuse for a businessman with a TV as a head?)

Because Angel deserves fucking better.

[mysteriouslysweetmagazine]

Meeting Hannibal

Y/N's POV

Today, I woke up, and I hate myself. Death doesn't answer when I cry for help. No high could save me from the depths of hell I'll drown my mind until I'm someone else. Doubt take care of me, be scared of me my misery owns me I don't want to be my enemy my misery owns me now. Under the graveyard. I woke up with the sound of my alarm. My name is Y/N. I suffer from depression. I feel like killing myself. I tried everything. My parents died when I was a kid. I live alone, and I don't have a family. I've been to therapy, but they quit on me after. After the last psychiatrist gave up on me, she recommended Dr. Lecter and said that he would help me. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom and took a shower. I left my house and drove to Dr. Lecter's office. I sat in the waiting room and felt empty looking around the room until I heard the door open and stood a tall, handsome man. "Miss L/N," he said as he stared at me. I stood up and walked in. "Please sit down," he said.

Hannibal's POV

I kept staring at Y/N as she sat down she had an empty look. She is very beautiful. She was recommended to me by a colleague who was Y/N's last psychiatrist and gave me Y/N's file. While I looked into it, there was a photo of her, and my heart started beating fast. I was in love with her at first glance. As I read the file, I learned everything about her. My poor Y/N lost her parents at a young age her only friend had to go to a school far away and doesn't even know Y/N lost her parents. Then the love of her life, or she thought he had left her for another when she needed him the most, and that made her depression worse. I sat down on my chair and kept staring at my beautiful Y/N. She was dressed in a black dress with a black blazer and black heels. she was very skinny and her dress was loose. We started talking about her condition, I knew she was hurting herself, but she did not want to talk about it. "Dr. Lecter, I think I'm immortal," Y/N says to me while looking down. "Why do you think your immortal miss L/N," I say, keeping our conversation professional, but I wanted to be personal with her. Y/N came closer to me, and she looked at me. "I'll show you doctor", she says to me. She starts taking off her vest, exposing her toned, scarred body, and then she takes a pocket knife from under her vest pocket. I looked at her, shocked, and she put the knife in my hands. " I want you to cut me with the knife," Y/N says, looking into my eyes. "Ms. L/N I don't think this is a good idea," I say, looking at my Y/N. I don't want to hurt her. She suddenly closed her eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek. " I'm sorry, Dr. Lecter," Y/N says, opening her eyes. I looked at her, and she looked at me. we continued to look at each other, and to my disappointment, she looked away. I suddenly grabbed her hand and looked at her as my hand felt her warm hand on mine. Y/N looked at me confused and blushed, looking away. " Are you okay Y/N," I say, still feeling her soft hand. " No, I am not Dr. Lecter," Y/N says, using her other hand to wipe away the tears that kept falling. "Please call me Hannibal," I said, moving closer to her. " I don't think that would be professional," Y/N says, trying to move away from me. I pull her closer to me. " You are lonely and need a friend," I said as I smelled her hair. "Yes, I don't have many friends. I'm alone with no one that loves me," she says to me, leaning closer to me. "There is another reason why I was left alone," my love says, looking away from me. I suddenly had the urge to kiss her, but I have to control myself, for now, she will be mine soon.

Y/N's POV

I was looking at Hannibal with a broken expression. I took a deep breath. " when I was young I told my parents that I was pansexual and they said I was a disgrace to them and they left and I never saw them again until I found out that they died without letting me explain," I say to Hannibal crying as he wraps his arms around me. Then my phone rings. Today, I woke up, and I hate myself. Death doesn't answer when I cry for help. I answer as Hannibal looks at me. "Hey Y/N I just got back from S/N (State's name) and I sold my house so I'll be living with you now you don't have to be lonely anymore," f/n says with a happy tone in her voice. Hannibal is still looking at me, "That's great news f/n," I say, happy that I won't be alone anymore. " I'll be there in a couple of hours. I have things to do right now," f/n says, then hangs up. I put my phone away in my vest pocket. I smiled brightly. "Well, I guess I'm not lonely anymore because my friend is staying with me now," I say with a happy tone in my voice. "You still have me for anything you need. I'm still your phychairst after all," Hannibal says, leaning towards me still arms around me. I can feel his hand going lower on my waist. "Thanks so much, Dr. Lecter, "I say, feeling less lonely and depressed. "We are friends. Y/N no need to be professional around me," says Hannibal, smiling brightly at me. "We are still in your office Hannibal also you are still my psychiatrist. We aren't done with our session yet," I say nervously, trying to avoid getting too close to the doctor I just met. We talked more about my condition. I opened up more with Hannibal and told him about my nightmares. Hannibal was really understanding, he doesn't judge me like other psychiatrists do. "Y/N have you been hurting yourself lately?" Hannibal says with a worried tone. "Yes, I hurt myself every day, just some cuts here and there," I say, whispering sadly. He suddenly takes my vest off and sees all my scars, he widened his eyes and then hugs me tightly. "Don't ever hurt yourself again. You aren't alone anymore because you have me by your side," Hannibal says, wiping my tears away with his fingers. "Thank you Hannibal", I say, kissing his cheek, but he moves his cheek away, and our lips are met. After a few minutes, I pulled away from the kiss I wanted to pull away immediately, but Hannibal's grip wouldn't let me until he loosened up, and I was able to get away. He smiles at me.

Hannibal's POV

When Y/N went to kiss my cheek I couldn't hold myself anymore so I turn my cheek away and our lips met, I was really happy with our kiss but I noticed that she wanted to get away from me but I wouldn't let that happen I gripped my love tightly we stayed that way after a few minutes I loosen my grip she moved away from me. I was mad at that she was mine, but I controlled my anger, and I smiled at her. "You're welcome Y/N", I say as I want her to trust and love me. I want to gain her trust so she can only depend on me and only me. We will soon be happy forever, and she will never leave my side. I look at her scars on her. Some are old, and some are recent. I have the urge to run my fingers and kiss those scars, but then I remember the cause of it. Her depression has been worse. She's still beautiful, and I was falling deeply in love with Y/N. I know it's wrong for a doctor and patient to be involved with each other but I don't care I'm in love with her and she's going to fall in love with me I don't care what I have to do as long I'm by her side or she's by my side. I will make her mine she will be my wife, and we will have kids. For now, I'm happy being close to her as friends. Time goes by, and our session is over. I put my hands on her shoulders, and I set another appointment for my love. When she leaves I grabbed my laptop and stalked her, I wanted to know what she did when I kissed her passionately. I put a tracking device on her to monitor her every day. I can't go stalk her outside she would notice and stay away from me. I saw she arrived home safely and went to her room and started going to her closet and picked out a black shirt and very short black shorts, she undressed and I saw her in a black bra and panties. She stood in the mirror and looked at herself, she has the most beautiful body I could tell she was insecure about herself. I saw she wasn't satisfied with her body. "I gained weight I knew I shouldn't have eaten that brownie last night but I was hungry", my love says complaining that her stomach started growling she ignores it and continues to complain and puts her clothes on. I can see her whole legs that short is too short. She goes out of her room and goes to the kitchen and makes a salad with a little dress. She eats it, and when she's done, someone knocks on the door, and she goes and sees. She smiles and opens the door, and I see her friend and some guy come in. She looks like her. The guy stares at my Y/N and then at her legs. F/N notices and pulls him next to her. "Y/N, this is my boyfriend Zack, Zack. This is my friend Y/N. We are like sisters," says F/N. "It's a pleasure to meet you Y/N," Zack says, shaking my love hand and then kissing her hand. I wanted to kill him she's mine, only mine. I saw her smile but was mentally grossed out, which made me happy. "Nice to meet you, Zack," says my darling, trying to be polite, but she's feeling uncomfortable. After they got to know each other, F/N got hungry and searched for something to eat, but she only found salads or fruits and vegetables, some junk food. I could tell she wasn't satisfied with Y/N's eating habits. "You don't have anything else to eat other than salads and vegetables, no meat or at least some soups," says F/N, looking at the fridge. I smile that my love takes care of herself, but she also needs to eat well she needs her protein. She smiles at F/N and tells her to follow her and she takes out some pizza dough and some ingredients then she puts the pizza in the oven, after the pizza is done she takes it out and cuts it into slices. F/N takes a slice, and Zack and their eyes widen. "This is delicious. Do you have anything to drink?" F/N says, finishing her pizza and grabbing another slice. After dinner, they go straight to their rooms, and Y/N fixes her bed and immediately goes to sleep. I go to sleep thinking about my love.

[highliqhts]

🎬  just  announced,  rowan delaney has  been  cast  as rikki chadwick  in  the  upcoming  h2o: just add water  reboot.  the  twenty3  year  old  is  trending  as  people  are  debating  if  the  scouring the local thrift stores for the cutest knitted tops, giving their manager serious heart palpitations by going on instagram live rants about how big corporations are ruining the planet at 2am, being weirdly good at tiktok dance challenges, trying to cook for people despite being terrible at it and being completely unable to keep a phone screen protected without cracks   that  they  are  known  for  is  enough  to  make  them  as  good  as  original.  a  quick  google  search  shows  that  their  fans  call  them  free-spirited,  but  internet  trolls  think  they’re  more  brash.  i  guess  their  newest  interview  for  variety  where  they  talk  about  how they almost had an accident trying to swim with a mermaid’s tail as a child  will  let  people  to  know  them  better. 

hii, besties !! <33 i am daisy and genuinely so excited to be here ?? fair warning that it's been ... probably about a year since i last tumblr group rped, so i might be a bit rusty but this one brought me back from my retirement. this is rowan, who is a brand new muse of mine aka they're definitely still a work in progress but i'd absolutely love to plot with everyone and figure out all the missing pieces !! anyway, hope u enjoy, mwuah !

basics.

name:  rowan delaney.

nicknames:  ro.

gender:  demi woman

pronouns:  she/they.

age:  23.

date of birth:  january 23rd 2001.

astrological sign:  aquarius.

place of birth: brisbane, australia.

nationality: australian.

ethnicity: mauritian, italian.

occupation:  actress.

sexual & romantic orientation:  pansexual, panromantic.

character.

positive traits:  free-spirited, accepting, spontaneous, passionate, independent, loyal.

negative traits:  brash, aloof, stubborn, fickle.

likes:  the beach, having conversations about things that actually matter, finding that piece while thrifting, traveling, chai latte, pistacchios, surfing.

dislikes:  small talk, people who don't care about the environment / animals, authority figures, rules that don't make sense to her, fake niceties.

biography.

if there ever were two people who absolutely should be parents it's rowan's moms. their lovestory is one for the ages, as they had met in the australian wilderness, ciara an italian backpacking tourist and lauren the australian who saved her from some kind of poisonous snake ( or if you believe lauren a totally non-threatening, non-poisonous snake but she would only contest it if ciara isn't around ). what followed is neatly documented in the photo albums rowan grew up looking through, their mothers on their travels through the entire country, lauren having joined ciara for ' protection purposes '. one thing led to another and the two of them fell in love, something that was completely unthinkable, both with the distance and with ciara’s very catholic and conservative family back in italy. there were simply too many obstacles, it couldn’t work out, right ? with heavy hearts they said goodbye after almost an entire year spent constantly by each other’s sides. that is until, due to a sudden storm, ciara’s flight didn’t take off, leading them to have yet another conversation … after all, wasn’t this fate telling them not to part ? in the end ciara never left australia to go back to living in italy, instead taking the leap and staying in australia with the woman she excitedly calls the ‘ love of her life ‘ even to this day. 

rowan was the last puzzle piece to their perfect little family, in addition to the two dogs, one cat and the stray duck all living with them as well. nobody really knows how the duck ended up there. they do know how rowan did though, after years of careful consideration she was about the most wished for child you could possibly imagine. and so she grew up, surrounded by love and support. that being said, for a while it wasn’t easy for rowan to cope with the harsher realities of life outside their little house. while at the delaney’s family home it was alright to express yourself and your feelings however you wanted, the outside world was less accepting of that. therefore school wasn't easy for her during the first years. rowan was a bit of an outsider during those years, spending most of their free time at home with the pets and their mothers. it wasn’t until she grew up some more that she found friends who would accept her as she was. 

once those years came around however, her life was better than ever before. alongside their friends they spent a lot of time exploring the beaches and city around them. their mothers, being the free-spirited and encouraging women they were, mostly encouraged them in this, paying for their first surfing lessons right alongside the first acting classes. initially they had only signed up for those because a friend of theirs had. surprisingly enough though, rowan soon figured out that acting was something they were not only rather good at but also loved to do. though ciara would later say she never thought it to be all that surprising, with how much rowan had always loved listening to and sharing stories. especially during those younger, more lonely days, where it was mostly books keeping her company. the last years of high school were spent acting in local theater productions, having bonfires at the beach and surfing with their friends. 

life was good for rowan during those times as she started considering what to do after school. it was at the beginning of her last year in high school when she saw an open audition for neighbors and decided to simply shoot her shot. never in a million years did they think this would actually lead them anywhere,that was until they got callback after callback, eventually sitting down to do chemistry reads. they were seventeen, a month into their final year when they got the official offer. sitting down with their parents, they debated. how would she finish school, when filming would take place in melbourne ?  was it even feasible ? could she move there on her own ? in the end they found a solution that had her living with a friend of the family in melbourne during filming, studying with a tutor when she was there and still attending school whenever she was in brisbane. it was a stressful year and it’s safe to say their final grades were not much to be proud of but they did it, they graduated. afterwards she was lucky enough for her minor role to stay permanent, gaining some importance in the show’s plotline, leading to her being able to continue to stay on the crew and work in melbourne. 

they kept their very first television role on neigbors for about 3-4 years, before finally saying their goodbye to the australian soap. due to the relative prominence of the show in australian television, they had earned a decent level of exposure through it. in australia, this would have definitely lent itself to quickly gaining further job opportunities and she definitely debated this with her moms for quite some time. in the end it was them that pushed her to aim higher, to try her luck in the us and move to los angeles at 21. the move was probably the hardest thing ro has done to this day, leaving was tearful not only because they’d miss their family but also because they’d miss their home and they were fully aware they might just be leaving for nothing. for the past two years ro has mostly been getting very small appearances for an episode or three in multiple tv projects ( imagine patient on grey’s or a lost plotline in riverdale or smth, i’ll have to figure the exact projects out ). only recently did she get her first real breakthrough when she was cast as rikki in the reboot of h20: just add water, an australian classic ! they’re about to start filming season 1 and it’s safe to say that ro couldn’t be more excited, having been an avid viewer of the show as a kid.

tl;dr: basically she's born to two very loving lesbians whom i gave an unneccessarily sweet backstory. she grew up in australia, loves the oceans and animals and always had the loving support of her family. she started acting at 17 and moved to the us to further follow that career at 21. h2o is her first lead role.

headcanons.

rowan sometimes refers to the pets that were in the house while they grew up as if they were their siblings, which can be confusing to some people 

ro’s style is very much sort of boho inspired, she loves cute knitted pieces and wide flowy pants and dresses or jeans shorts as well as sporting the most pieced together yet somehow strangely working assortment of jewelry 

she has a decently active social media presence, which is mostly used for an unpredictable mixture of silly on set tiktok challenges or passionate calls for action, mostly for environmental protection 

they’re very much a beach and oceans enthusiast and they WILL shut you down for leaving any kind of trash on the beach but also for supporting environmentally damaging companies 

ro has a decent amount of houseplants at home and tries to keep them alive so desperately ?  but honestly, they’re really not a natural at it. 

she loves doing her nails herself, including cute and intricate nail designs 

when they were 19 and at a party they got a tiny tattoo of an octopus done on the left side of her hip

[mossingvines]

|| Guys it’s me, my other account is pumpkin-sage, I got a new phone and cannot figure out my email or password to save my life I’m actually so upset

|| This account is hopefully just a temporary until I can log into my other one 😭

|| Anyways introductions ||

|| Hi!! You can call me Venus. I’m 19 years old. My pronouns are She/Her (they/them is also fine). I’m Pansexual but currently talking to a man I’m so madly in love with. I’m an intern at a tattoo parlor, I’m also being covered in piercing practices by my boss 🫶🏻

|| Uh yeah, my current obsession is Fnaf (game and movie), COD, Avatar and Avatar: The Way Of Water and a few other things but still 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

|| Anyways bye <3333 (if anyone has tips on how to log into my other acc, please dm me, it would be SO SO appreciated)

[oc-and-stories-creator]

The story of Greek Knight

(Part 1)

Beat reading because English is not my first language

Hi guys, I know I post occasional but recently I've come back to my Moon Knight era. That's right, one year ago in May I watched MK and I loved that show a lot, and in June, I've created these two boys.

Josh Miller and Lucas Garcia

Josh and Lucas in those pictures are around 21 years old, childhood best friends.

Informations about them:

JOSH:

Gender: Transgender man (he started his transition at 19 years old) He/Him/His

Sexuality: Gay (MLM)

Age: 21 years old

School: Nursing School (he wants to become a nurse)

LUCAS:

Gender: Male (cis) He/Him/His

Sexuality: Pansexual

Age: 21 years old

School: He is going to an University faraway from their natal city

Lucas and Josh we're inseparable since they we're children, as they grew up they weren't sure about their feelings for each other. After finishing high school, Josh goes to the nursing school.

Before Lucas was about to leave for going to University, his mom was trying to convince him to end up that long friendship with Josh (because she's transphobic) and tried to tell him that Josh is just "using" him to be his friend because as a trans person no one wants to be his friend, Lucas didn't want to believe this but his mom was kinda effective with her words.

When the day of Lucas's leaving to go to the University come he was waiting for to come Josh just to hug him for the last time before he go till the next summer, Josh was on his way, the train station was pretty agglomerated he wasn't able to see his friend.

When Lucas seen that Josh is not there he became sad and angry and he believed his mom words and what she said about Josh's "friendship intentions".

Josh was looking everywhere to find Lucas, the train was leaving and he saw Lucas in the train, he tried to call him at least to say good bye, but his friend didn't want to answer to the phone, as the train was leaving Josh send Lucas an message.

After seeing this Josh didn't know what to say anymore, he lost his beloved friend because of his transphobic and manipulative mother.

After a couple of months Josh didn't know what to do anymore with his life, he felt really bad about what happened between him and his ex friend, Lucas wasn't looking for him anymore he had no one around just his family and school classmates.

He was diagnosed with stage one of depression, he felt hopeless, he didn't know how to enjoy his life anymore.

After finishing the nursing school Josh become a nurse as he wished.

Years passed and in one summer him and his workmates wanted to go one a vacation in Greece. One night Josh was outside looking at the full moon and the stars he was admiring them, before wanting to end his life because he felt he had enough, he wanted to jump into the water to drown, before he was about to jump he heard a voice saying "Wait! Please don't jump your life is important don't end it like that!" He was confused he didn't who was "WHO ARE YOU?! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! SHOW YOURSELF!" When he turned around he saw a beautiful tall woman dressed in a beautiful white dress with beautiful long yellow hair just as the full moon, he thought he has hallucinations because of the medication he was taking, the beautiful tall woman he seen was the Greek goddess of moon, Selene.

"What do you want from me? Who are you?" he asked, in confusion. "I am" she said "The goddess of the moon, Selene, don't be afraid I just want to talk with you Josh", "How do you know my name? Am I dreaming I hope is a dream" he was looking around he even touched her long hair and he know she was real. "Why do you want to save me..?", "I know there is so much sadness in your heart my child, let me save you and I will repay you, please be my avatar", "Your avatar? What do you mean to be your avatar? "Let me show you" she touched his heart with her powers she give him, "Now take a deep breath and let your power to come out from your heart", he did as she told him, when he opened his eyes, he saw himself being dressed in a Greek tunic, with a cape, with a greek statue mask on his face only showing his eyes, his blue eyes, and as a weapon he has a spear with two ends, and those ends are in the form of crescents pointed on both sides of the moons. He could believe his eyes at first, "Now you are my knight, my Greek Knight", "B-but I don't know how to fight", "You don't have to know Josh, let your heart to guide you in fight, now go home and let your dear ones to know about it", after she disappeared he goes to the little chalet him and his workmates or friends were.

"GUYS GUYS YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THIS!"

"BELIEVE WHAT?! Josh where have you been?! We were wondering about you, it's been 2 hours!"

"2 hours..? God damn...I didn't know..."

"Where have you been Josh...?"

And so he began to explain to his friends (Miranda and Alexander they are twins, Eric, Michaele, and Chris) where he was what he wanted to do, and who he talk to.

END OF PART ONE

[jadewing-realms]

DAO brainworm can't leave me alone at work, so have some Salem/Warden headcanons:

- before he was taken away to the Circle as a child of 9, he lived in the Denerim alienage with his parents Neela and Arisfan. His first sign that he was not a normal child was at age 5, when his hair, previously black, turned silver at the roots and continued to grow that way. He also attracted static electricity to an unusual degree, constantly shocking himself and others.

- his parents tried teaching him to hide his strangeness, but when that didn't work, he was confined to his home. He didn't attend school.

- the event that led to him finally being taken to the Tower was when he had a great argument with his parents and then ran away from home. He was found by a merchant and nearly taken to be sold as a servant, but managed to summon an electric shock that left the man severely burned. He was apprehended by the Chantry that night.

- his parents never knew what happened to him, didn't know if he was alive or dead until he made himself known as the Grey Warden, hero of Ferelden, in Denerim once the Blight was defeated.

- He’s not actually super invested in saving the world, as a concept. Helping people be safe? Sure. Making sure the world doesn't end before he can experience life outside the Tower? Absolutely. Believing in the "greater good" or "being a hero"? Nah. Heroes are an idealized concept people invent in their minds to feel better about the darker side of reality.

- he's a bit of a madman when it comes to battle and bloodshed. The moment a situation is beyond reason and the blades come out, he’s known to grin, all teeth, as if delighted at the turn of events. Most find it disconcerting. Zevran thinks it’s sexy.

- he is constantly asking questions, to the point of incessance. He is deeply curious and analytical by nature, and seeks to grasp how things work, from gadgets to spells to even perspectives he disagrees with.

- it was in the Tower that he learned, through a series of crushes, that he was not only pansexual but also polyamorous. Everyone was just too pretty and interesting to imagine choosing just one. He never had any serious attachments until Zevran and Leliana, though.

- life, to Salem, is to be lived by whims. Not inconsistency, mind you. But life is too long and potential too vast to waste time doubting one's choices at every turn. Live to learn and learn to live.

- having Bodahn and Sandal in camp is not good for his purse. He doesn't make a lot of pointless purchases, but he’s not patient when it comes to getting things he wants or needs. The most frivolous things he buys are knickknacks and baubles for his personal collection (or for his crow friends) or random gifts/pranks for his companions.

- he chose to betray Jowan and inform Irving of the plot not out of loyalty to the Circle but trust of Irving's judgment. He also never thought blood magic was evil, only stupid to try it right under the Templars' noses.

- he is very bad at not burning himself out of mana. He has a flair for the dramatic and tends to prefer spells that hit hardest and cause his enemies to tremble in fear, at the expense of his own stamina. Its part of why he gets into blood magic himself - it's nice to be able to feed off the energy of his opponents rather than his alone.

- people criticize his confidence as if it were arrogance. Perhaps it is. But he doesn’t see the point of being unsure. If he's right, why should he second guess? And if he’s wrong, it's a learning opportunity. Simple as that.

- looting is a lifestyle. Never let anything go to waste. If it can't be used, it can be sold. Or thrown at someone when they're being annoying.

- off the battlefield, Salem is known as highly intelligent, extremely reasonable, and morally flippant. He has no better nature to appeal to, but if your argument is sound, he has no reason to fault you. Won't stop him from killing you if he has to, but it won't be personal.

okay, I'm draining my phone battery quickly at this point, I should stop for now

[say-it-with-me-affirmations]

A Pinned Post:

¡Hey hi hello!

Some of y’all may recognize a few of these quotes because I shared on our main blog @void-galaxy-shenanigans, but I decided to make a place specifically for them.

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Tag key:

# source: [relationship] - this is for anything we didn't make up. we’ll have ones for our therapist, our psychiatrist, our best friend, our (future) lovers, or social media platforms where we got the quote. if we’re feeling silly/playful we might add # stolen from: [relationship] as well, as a lighthearted joke.

# source: my/our headmates - there’ll be a name in the post, and this in the tags. this is for when it was us but not me saying it. sometimes our headmates just say something insightful that I have to write down. 🤷‍♂️

# inspired by / built from: [source] - this is for ones we made up after seeing something similar elsewhere. our wording is our own but a very similar concept or similar quote may already be out there.

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Other blogs:

@void-galaxy-shenanigans - this is our main blog. serious posts, silly posts, and sometimes we’ll bring together screenshots that we saved. we also reblog here for the most part.

@void-galaxy-art-stuffs - this is where we share digital art we made. maybe eventually we can also share handmade things. we can't do traditional art due to an unfortunate combination of disabilities, but we will do what art forms we can.

@void-galaxys-photos - I/we love to take pictures. thus far everything here was taken on a cell phone, but now I have my *camera* camera back (a compact Sony photography camera) so I’m gonna yoink photos from there to share ☺

@wpffw - this is where we share writing prompts. it’s been quiet for a little due to another wave of insecurity about our writing, but I'm gonna sit down & make/post more this week. please give it some love 💖

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For those of you who don’t already know us, have this little intro (there’s a full one on our main blog, tagged above).

Body Age: 24yo

Pronouns: collectively, he/they²

(² technically, only she/it & occasional other exceptions are off limits, but he/they is easier to ask for. Serenity is our only headmate who differs completely, & uses all but he/it (she/they is what she offers). If anyone uses different pronouns (just he, just they, etc., or Serenity) we’ll make sure to note that when posting.)

Gender: Masc nonbinary / boyflux

LGBA+ Orientation: Polyam (partnered x2) / demisexual/demiromantic but testosterone is causing a pansexual/bisexual/m-spec swing (not fully out of aspec but not so far into ace-space/aro-space) + t4t

Important Divergences: autism, ADHD, D.I.D., complex PTSD

Other Disabilities: POTS, fibromyalgia, ¿chronic fatigue?, ¿traumatic brain injury (TBI)? /// walking cane user (probably should have a rollator too but they're expensive)

Disability/mentally ill professionals we have: psychiatrist (M), therapist (K)

Other: polytheistic witch, following Greek pantheon, Nordic pantheon, & a heavily-edited derivative of the Christian God

~Nico

[finn-ate-the-bin]

Introduction :D

My name is Finn and I'm Transmasc

I go by He/Him pronouns

And I'm also Pansexual and Demisexual

I like:

Animals

Drawing

Baking

Listening to music

Sweet things

Gaming

I'm kind of okay at drawing but not the best at it. I want to start making digital art some time this year but my phone won't allow any drawing apps due to too much storage and I don't really have the expenses to buy myself a tablet so, if you have any suggestions on how to start saving up money for one that would really be appreciated! And to be honest I really want to share my journey with you on here and meet some new people who have the same interests as me.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy the stuff I post or find some kind of entertainment from it. (If I don't forget about this-) (　・３・).

[thatoneelisa]

summer summer go away, fall is coming and it's here to stay

walks along a path - ooh look! things are looking up finally! things can't possibly go wrong now still, can they???

narrator: things were about to go somewhat okay.

so. we moved dorms into the fall assignment.

it's cozy. one bedroom, one bathroom, a small living/dining space, and a kitchenette. i've decorated with a subtle teal and pink theme, mostly teal though. also realized i'm pansexual. hydrus and i seem to be thriving (to whoever left a giant-a** thing of food in the donation bin, you are my savior) and eating well. hydrus gets his cat food and tuna and i get whatever i'm craving (i make a mean tomato jalapeño sauce, apparently). my summer courses are done, and whilst i have definitely failed both, i couldn't be happier.

see, i've changed my major over to english with a secondary ed concentration and wrapped my schedule around it. my fall and winter will go like this:

mondays i'm up at the crack of dawn for a class off-campus entitled "school in a diverse society" (no, this will not help you figure out where i attend college so don't try), and stay there from nearly eight in the morning til nearly noon. once i'm back i have an hour to eat lunch and then head off to my math class that really isn't a math class, then immediately to my sociology class where we are going to study sexuality in society and its impact (read: i get to study the LGTBQIA+ experience and how it impacts society, sure to be fun and depressing at the same time) then have a break for studying, dinner, then at six i'm off to my german class (yes, i will be learning german. duolingo may be on my phone again.)

tuesdays i sleep. all day, no class. time for fun and friends and also sleep and studying.

wednesday, thursday, friday, they're similar. wednesday goes like monday save the long education course and thursday and friday, there is nothing but my math course. i'm very happy with this schedule; ample time for studying and relaxation while also keeping me engaged.

now, i have to go prepare for a job interview that hopefully goes well (i've had fifteen rejections in the past three weeks).

i hope your fall goes well. i hope mine does too.

[m4rsd1ed]

He saved me || Part 9: Questioning????

Morgan's POV

"......turn on the stove.... turn on the stove because you're pansexual..." Eh, it doesn't seem like a bad idea. That reminds me I should start on breakfast and maybe I'll shout that I'm pan... or maybe not. I should start on breakfast. Or maybe I should make a somewhat sexual joke, saying 'I'd have sex with a pan' No, that sounds weird... 

----------✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.  𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩, 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 ----------✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

I call down everyone for breakfast I'm not sure whether or not to say I'm pan but that one moment with Norman keeps playing in my head over and over. Our faces got so close, his hands were so soft and that breath he took right when we should've kissed was so soft and gentle just like him and I felt his lips with my fingers as we got closer they were so soft I wanted to kiss him so bad.  I snap out of my day dream and then I start to smell something. Is that smoke?! the toast burns.. "GODDAMNITTTTTT!...ow..." I stubbed my toe on the cabinet. I hate today. Norman comes down I panic and try to act cool but end up looking like a brother from Disney channel when a hot girl is in the house and Norman laughs at me a bit. damn he's so cute that boy man. He tells me he's just going to grab a pop tart and wait for me in my car which was probably for the best since I just burned the toast. I ask him to save me one as I head up stairs to grab my bag and my sweatshirt and then run right back down to go to my car so he can drive us to school.

----------✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*.  𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩, School----------✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.☆.*｡･ﾟ✫*. 

Norman's POV

Whispers are floating around Wishington High, it's about the new LGBTQ+ policy the principal implemented. What a damn douchebag. I walked through the halls head down listening to Steve Lacey's new song 'Static' thinking about the almost kiss or whatever that happened between me and Morgan. Alice runs up to me and practically snatches me into an empty classroom and says "Sooo you and Morgan? you guys like a thing finally?" I look down and I shake my head no and she sighs. "Norman I saw you two about to kiss and you should've just kissed him then and there." She gets an idea then points to the homecoming sign she made her girlfriend that she claims to just be a friend she's asking just for laughs but we all know the truth and says that this is my chance. I hold my head up high and agree. At lunch I go to the bathroom, skipping lunch to look in TikTok for some ideas just to end up going for the simple poster except I'll put songs the remind me of him and a Spotify playlist code. I draw out the design of it on my phone and it looks amazing holy shit. The bell rings which means lunch is over so I grab my stuff and blend into the crowd of people going back to my class. But.... I can't ask Morgan out due to those fucking policies in place... But, people can love whoever they want..

Word count: 541

[karmaui]

I remembered when my sister and I were sharing this room and a guy came to "fix" cracks on our wall caused by water. He just puts that white paint thingy over it. I didn't even remember cracks on the wall.

My sister asked if there were anymore cracks or holes to cover up and I pointed at the one behind the door.

Of course he couldn't fix that. That was caused by younger me slamming my door open and hitting the wall when I was angry. I have no idea where most of these marks on the wall came from.

My older brother's name is written with some liquid on my wall (I think water... has to be...) and a phone number is also written on the wall in pencil, which I think was caused by my sister. My younger brother wrote "BYE [MY PETNAME]" on the wall. And once again, my older brother's name is written in pencil on my wall. I don't remember doing it, but it seems like my writing.

Tape marks, rubbed off paint, this nasty smudge where a spider was killed, drawings of mountains with a pencil on my wall to document how far up I could reach, random smudges and splatters and dried up water running from the walls, and half peeled stickers.

My favorite marks on the wall is me carving my name and age on the wall by my closet almost every year since I was 8.

I haven't done this year yet. I'm always excited to do it so I hold off for a bit. Sometimes I forget about it though (like I did for 13, and you can see that I started with 16, but decided to save it for later but forgot it).

I wonder what people will think of me by my room if they stumbled upon it during an apocalypse, or simply finding it abandoned.

Would they know I spent the majority of my time after 2021 in bed by the indent of where I usually am? (I do like to go out with my mom).

Would they know the hole was accidentally made behind my door in anger? (I regret it).

Would they know that the writing on the walls were written by different people? (I didn't get along with my sister when we lived together, but I love all my siblings).

Would they know that I wanted to sew something by the torn up bedsheets I left in the corner? (I will probably never get around to it).

Would they assume that my favorite color is purple or pink by the wall and bedsheet colors? (It's blue).

Would they think I'm pansexual because I have pansexual lace locks on the only shoes not in a box or in my closet? (I'm aromantic asexual).

What would they think of the paper shredder and the garbage bag of shredded paper?

As much as I like things here, I'd rather start anew then carry everything here with me.

Ahhh.

Yesterday, the people who were supposed to check the bathroom never came, so I was stressed out for most of the day for nothing. Then they came today.

It was very quick. Couldn't have been more than a minute. I heard him take some photos while I was sitting in the living room, then he told me it was just paint peeling off (my mom thinks there's mold on the ceiling) and left.

Ah, my room is across from the bathroom and I forgot to close the door. In my opinion, it's not really messy, but I don't know. People usually have something negative to say about my room.

I should clean the walls and repaint it... argh. But I forgot that my walls have cracks and... random holes that would make painting a little less smooth.

I just wanna move, with my family. I don't know how to fix any of this.

[mikithewooloo]

OK im going to headcanon all the villains sexualities in mha so buckle up lovelies:

Shigaraki Tomura:

Honestly i think he's asexual and aromantic, for some reason it just makes more sense to me than spinneraki (unrequited love buddy) and shigadabi (that i find funny). He just really loves his friends 😊, hates tv shows or media that potrays romance as the only way in life to be happy: "you can just kill people :D"

Touya Todoroki:

Ok from his sad backstory we got that before the fire he was 12-ish, and i think he only cared about hero stuff and that asshole of his father, conclusion: i dont think he got crushes. THEN he wakes up after a fucking coma of (i dont remember) years so he's 16 or so. This kid had his entire life to sort so he obviously he didnt have time for love. Giran probaby made sex jokes or something and he wouldnt understand!!! Cause he didnt have the time to understand that!!! He doesnt know where children come from!!! Obviously not straight tho, have you seen how he dresses?

Himiko Toga:

I think it's canon that she's bisexual, and what a gal! Love how her taste in woman is impeccable but she has a serial killer fanfiction saved on her phone. A true bisexual 😌 (if there's supernatural in the mha universe she's a fan. Or hannibal)

Shuichi Iguchi:

My love ❤. Thought he was straight but then deika happened. We saw the panel. Now Toga teaches him how to cuff his jeans correctly! Has an enormous crush on shig obviously, but i don't think it will work out 😔 sorry bud. OH also he's demiromantic

Magne:

BIG SIS MAGNE 🥰 i think this lady is straight. She likes strong silent man 🤤, honestly Tora would have been her type.... she watches a LOT of romances with Toga and gushes about the heartwarming love stories

Sako Atsuhiro:

Mmm this is a though one for me, but he's not straight. At all. Maybe he likes women? He doesnt? What a mystery! I will get an answer when horikoshi will show him again? Who knows 🤷‍♀️ (but seriously hori hurry up i miss him)

Kurogiri:

Before his smokefication he looked like a pansexual to me. Now i just want him to interact with his boyfriend Mr. Compress 😌 or his old polycule

Overhaul:

Aromantic/asexual, hates all his simps with passion, hes super mega friends with Cronostasys and loves him very much

Re destro:

.... good fucking question. He looks straight to me but everytime that i see him shipped with a man (so everytime) it feels right. Gay homophobic then

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Eddie Munson's Brother

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reader: Male| Eddie Munson- Brotherly Platonic | Past realtions to Billy who's like. Coopute :(

Type: headcannons + Drabbles

A/n: This is Part one, part 2? It will indeed come out, but this is coming out first then part 2 of Dustin sister headcannons then part 2 of this series the next day

Warnings: bad dreams, the feeling of guilt, swearing

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You and Eddie, always hand in hand, brother and brother

He was your older brother a year or two older than you

and because he kept failing: which you could honestly care less about, you ended up as Seniors in Highschool together

it was an understatement to say that you loved each other

Like said before you're hand in hand stuck like glue

He knows quite frankly everything about you, and you the same

He even knows about you being *cough* pansexual *cough*

You guys talk about it openly;

"I think I identify as what they call Rosboy too."

"Are you changing your name? Still Y/n the man that likes all?" Eddie asked looking through a magazine.

"No, I don't think so."

"Cool because you're always gonna be a little shit to me." He spoke looking over at Y/n with a smile, "no matter who you end up. My little shit."

That's your brother for you, no matter what name he calls you: Shit disturbed, shorty, a hole, he'll always care for you

So when you get a secret boyfriend he's all like " >:0 You didn't tell me"

Then it turns out to be Billy and he's like ">:)" because now he can tease you now that he knows

You've managed to stay away from the Upside down crap, which is weird

Eddie's there to comfort you when you get a phone call about Billy dying in a mall fire

He'd stay up all night with you: because he knows you'd do the same.

It takes time, but he gets you through it and DOSENT let you drink or even touch Weed while you're in a lower-than-low state

He'll let you have a cig or two but that's about it

He keeps you as away from anything bad as possible.

He'll pull you to school, make theatricals at lunch

Give you his pudding

Anything to see that smile again.

And with time it helps

Big Brother is always looking out for the little brother

But then the dreams start,

"Hello? Eddie?" Y/n asked walking down a path he's barefoot, "Eddie? Are you there?"

There's a man standing in a field just above knee-high grass, dressed in white.

"I drew you another picture!"

"Very nice, what is it?"

"A corpse lily in the book, its eats the bad people that want to hurt you."

"That's very sweet of you. I will put it with the others you have made for me."

"Hello?" Y/n called.

The man turned towards him, "What right do you have being here? Like you couldn't help him, you know this was happening, this is your fault. You could have saved him."

He'd come too close for comfort as Y/n took a step back: "Sir I don't-Y/n paused running into someone's chest.

He turned around quickly, "Oh shit...Oh, shit.."

"I'm surprised you even still remember me," Billy spoke walking forward, "You knew, you could help, You. Could have saved me!"

"no. No. no. " Y/n argued as Billy grabbed his arm, "Get off me!"

"This could have saved me!" He argued lifting Y/n's arm up, exposing the wrist showing the number 001, "The damn science experiment! The freak! I gave you everything and you didn't even try!"

"y/n! Y/n!"

It was like a yank back into reality, it went dark as Y/n fell off the couch.

"Holy shit! Are you okay!" Eddie asked, "You were screaming! And in a cold sweat! And holy shit you're nose is bleeding! Are you okay!?"

You just hugged him, he holding you tight.

But you try and tell him your alright

And he finds it so sucky, you were doing so much better too

But he'll help you again

Ooo maybe not ya know with suddenly becoming a murder suspect while you were out doing something late one night

You were actually working at a 24-hour store when it happened and had gone home just to see the place packed with Police.

"What the hell..." Y/n spoke rushing forward.

"Kid- Kid stop!"

"I live here!"

Then cops were on you and they informed you on everything.

You've known Chrissy actually, helped her with some bloody noses in the past, and helped her with a breakdown in the hall like close friends that just stayed apart from each other,

You fought them actually: arguing about how Eddie would never EVER hurt anyone

They asked about hellfire and you simply said: "The nerds? that have nobody strength at all, you think they killed Chrissy?"

"Look Y/n, we...know...about you and Billy, and we know that this could be hard for you-"

How DARE they bring Billy into this!? You left in anger to go find him.

You're only option was to go to his friends house.

Dustin was the best bet but he wasnt there

So you went to Mike: who was out of town.

Lucas? You didnt really like how Lucas turned on his friends

Max wasnt home either

So you called you're friendly LGTBQ friend

Robin

"What!? We're busy!"

"Robin"

"Oh. Y/n." She spoke, "Wait Y/N!"

"Yes! Yes! Listen-"

"Come down to family video! Now!"

"What!?"

"Just! Hurry!"

You did as told, rushing off with your leather strapped metal roller skates

God you were so glad Eddie found those at a thrift store.

It took time but you got there.

"Took you long enough!" Robin argued.

"Y/n!"

"Yeah hi dustin!" Y/n waved.

"Who is this!?" Steve argued joining the conversation.

"Woah...who are you?" Y/n spoke memorized.

"Hey! Munson!" Robin argued.

"Hi! Sorry!" Y/n defended, "Im kinda busy!"

"Who's Reefer Rick!?" Dustin cut in.

"How do you know about Reefer Rick!?" Y/n defended.

"Do you know where he lives?!" Dustin argued.

"Well Yeah but-"

"Drive us! We'll explain on the way!"

Now your driving to Reefer Rick's house as there explaining everything to you

Like everything

Even Eleven

And they point out a tattoo she has, and you're swear your gonna break down crying

"Hey! Hey! Are you okay?" Steve argued, "You're nose."

"I-I'm fine." Y/n argued wipping his nose.

"Are you sure?"

"Im fine!"

"Dude you're bleeding!"

"I SAID IM FINE!"

"WOAH WOAH LIGHT POLE!"

Y/n hurried to hit the gas, quickly avoiding the falling post.

You swear your going insane

But you calm down and contuine to drive, leadingt them to Ricks

You dont find Eddie at first, but then you guys go in the back

Ooop Steve almost getting stabbed with a broken bottle.

"Eddie-"

"Y/n. Oh jesus."

Y/n quickly hugged him.

"Y/n. I don't. Man. Im so..."

"I know. I know." Y/n spoke, pulling away, "You've always gotten my back. So I got yours this time."

He nodded the two hugging tightly again.

You felt so bad about what Eddie was going through.

You're one of the only people able to calm him down.

and it quite frankly is true

While the others went to go and pick up some food for him you stayed with him

He's jumpy, 100% Every little thing makes him tick, makes him move

Its devastating to watch him unravel

"You know I just ran..." Eddie spoke up, "I left her there...in that trailer... I left her there with...with that thing."

"Eddie it's not your fault-"

"It's not that it's my fault! I know I didn't lift her up and kill her! I know!" He argued, then sighed, stressed out: "I...ran...must be great to have a freak and a coward as a brother."

"Coward or Freak, you're the best brother I'd want." Y/n told him sitting besides him, "me and you against the world right?"

That made him feel better, not entirely; but it pulled at his heartstrings,

You'd do anything for each other

As you guys waited for the return you both end up falling asleep hidden in the boat like old times

You wake up, it's dark outside and you're all stiff.

"Eddie? Eddie, wake up." Y/n protested, but Eddie snored as Y/n sighed getting out of the boat cracking his arms and letting them loose once again.

"Y/n."

Y/n paused looking around as laughing was heard outside.

"No! No! Watch it!"

Y/n walked towards the window, where he saw it, himself and Billy playfighting in the shallows of the water, Billy picking him up laughter filled the air. The same little boy with them and the same man dressed in white. Y/n walked out of the large shed, it looked so joyous. The whole thing was so lively and warm.

"Beautiful isn't it,"

Y/n looked over the man in white coming toward him, "Such an innocent time. Hm?"

Y/n watched as he grabbed his arm, "It's okay. It's okay."

Y/n was silent as he lifted his arm up, the man's touch familiar to him pulling his sleeve back, wrist connecting, both sharing the number 001, "I remember if we didn't have the same number you a wouldn't participate. Ah...you wanted to be so much like me...don't you remember me? Brother."

"Let me go."

Y/n pulled away, just to be grabbed, "You know you're power. Why don't you use it!?" He argued

"Let me Go." Y/n defended.

"Why couldn't you save me!" Billy shouted, he now replaced the man in white.

"Plesse! Billy! I love you! Im sorry! Im sorry!" Y/n cried.

"You want me to go away!? You want me to go! Then you make me go!"

Y/n cried, this wasnt Billy, "No! No! I don't do that! Go away! Go away!"

"Make me!" He shouted, "You could be saving your friends! But no! You're a coward! A pussy! They're going to be six feet deep just like me!-"

"Go away! Go away! Go away!" He screamed, "Go away!"

"Then make me!"

"I curse you! I curse you! I curse you!" Y/n screeched falling to his knees and closing his eyes, covering his head with his arms, ir felt like water filled his lungs, and it was hard to breathe.

"Y/n! Y/n!"

Y/n was pulled from the lake, "Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie spoke.

"What the hells been your problem lately!? Shit your bleeding again!"

He takes you inside

He's so worried for you

Could this thing that got chrissy...get you too?

But while you barely pulled out the water and intk the shed the group comes back.

"Holy shit what happened?" Robin asked rushing over Y/n crying in Eddie's arms.

"I found him in the lake. His nose. It keeps bleeding. And he's wondering off." Eddie started to ramble, "and he's been having these nights where he can't even sleep and he's scarred and I- I can't loose him!-"

"You found him in the lake?" Steve asked crouching down, "I was a lisecned life gaurd. Let me just look him over."

Steve grabbed Y/n's wrist flipping it over to start checking his pulse

"Holy. Shit." Steve spoke looking down at his wrist.

"What?" Dustin asked.

"This look familiar to any of you?" Steve asked.

"That's like El's tattoo." Max spoke.

"He's like El." Dustin spoke.

[kayte-overmoon]

"Mine for the Holidays" Chapter 3

CW: past drug abuse, overdose, child neglect, dark themes.

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The news of Steve’s apparent relationship spreads through his family like wildfire.

Or crabs.

It is exactly two hours and seven minutes after his phone call with Nancy that his phone is blowing up with messages from his family group chat. He’s still at work, but every glance at his phone shows a new message directed at him.

Apparently, Nancy told Jonathan, who told Will, who then told Mike, who has never kept a secret in his life.

Mike: Did u guys know Steve’s bringing his boyfriend 4 Xmas?

Dustin: WHAT

Max: Cool.

Dustin: STEVE.

Dustin: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US

Max: Lucas, you owe me $20

Dustin: STEVE!!

Lucas: Damnit Steve. Had my money on you adopting another dog before you start dating someone.

Dustin: STEVE DON’T IGNORE ME

El: Aw, congrats Steeb

Steve finally mutes his notifications so he can focus on not getting mauled by a hoard of angry kittens.

He’s yet to bring himself to tell Robin about the predicament he’s found himself in and Eddie’s clandestine solution. He knows she’s going to give him shit for the rest of his life. He wants to enjoy his last few hours of dignity.

Luckily, he has work to distract him.

He learned a trick from one of his coworkers that he employs against the cats: every time he moves a group to a temporary crate so he can clean out their cubbies, he stuffs cat treats in the pockets of the obnoxious green vest he wears. The cats are too busy sniffing him and trying to climb inside his shirt to bother with scratching him.

When he leaves, he only has a couple scratches on his biceps and collarbones where his vest and the thick gloves he used didn’t protect him.

Eddie is coming over for dinner at Steve’s apartment to discuss the finer details of their arrangement.

What do you cook for the guy who makes the most decadent, outlandish pastries for a living? Steve should probably order something or get takeout to avoid embarrassing himself. But then, Eddie volunteered to save him from lifelong embarrassment, so maybe he deserves a home-cooked meal, lackluster though it may be.

But then, Eddie said he had nowhere else to go anyway. Steve frowns as he remembers Eddie calling himself an orphan and begging (albeit jokingly) Steve to take pity on him and give him the Little Orphan Annie experience. He knows the older man’s parents aren’t in the picture anymore. Their friendship has gotten close enough in the last year to have the “So your parents suck too, right?” talk, even if neither of them really went into detail. If Eddie’s uncle going fishing means he's going to spend Christmas alone if he doesn’t go home with Steve, then there’s bound to be some truth to his “orphan” comment.

Who’s Steve to judge? He may as well be an orphan. Not that he wishes he was. That might be pushing it too far. But sometimes he thinks it would be easier if his parents were dead. The truth is harder to stomach: that Steve is essentially dead to them.

“Christ, Harrington,” he mutters to himself while he lets himself inside his apartment. “Lighten up.”

Scout helps with that. He greets Steve as enthusiastically as he does every time he comes home, jumping up to give his owner the sloppiest kisses he’s ever received (well, excluding Holly Bowen in the sixth grade… but she doesn’t count).

He looks down into his dog’s light blue eyes and has a brief, intense wave of gratefulness for him. Without him and Robin by his side the past couple years, he would have been a complete mess.

The kids did their best to support him from a distance. Will came out when he was still in high school, and Max came out as pansexual through their group text sometime after she started college, so it wasn’t like queer people were an anomaly in their family. Hopper and Joyce welcomed him with open arms. They were the family he didn’t share DNA with, and they were all better off for it.

But there was something extra special about the people who gave you life completely ignoring your existence.

It probably wasn’t just the coming out as bi thing that tipped them off. Steve had never been the son his parents wanted, even when he was popular and athletic and made decent grades. His father, in particular, was never happy with anything Steve did. Once he became an adult, it became clear he would never meet their impossible expectations, even if he finished law school, joined his dad’s firm, married Nancy, and gave them 2.5 grandkids and a white picket fence.

So, he decided to stop trying.

Looking at Scout, and his small but comfortable home, and his job, and his friends, Steve realizes there wasn’t any other choice to make. This is the only place he’s ever wanted to be.

He’s happy.

He never thought, in a million years, that he would have that.

Steve shakes his head at Scout, scratching the dog’s chin until he squints happily. “Your dad’s getting old and sentimental, Scooter.”

Scout makes no comment to that, but it’s no matter.

Steve has a phone call to make.

“Oh, Steve! Hi, how are ya, hon?”

Steve smiles at the chipper greeting. “Hi, Mama J.”

Joyce laughs on the other end of the call. “I was wondering when I would hear from you. I was about to start writing you out of my will if you didn’t call me and tell me about this new guy in your life.” Guilt swirls in Steve’s gut, but before he can spiral too far, she goes on. “I’m kidding, of course, hon. Still a little miffed I had to find out from Will that you’re bringing someone, but that’s mostly because I already bought new place settings for everyone.”

He laughs softly, glad his honorary mom isn’t the type to hold a grudge. “Yeah, sorry about that. The plans kind of changed last minute, so I didn’t know he would be coming with me until pretty recently.”

Understatement of the decade.

“So, who is he?” Joyce prods, not unkindly. “Is he anyone we know?”

“No, no,” Steve says. “He’s a city guy. He runs the bakery I go to every day. Remember the cookies I sent for your birthday? Those were from him.”

“Oh! Those were amazing! You snatched him up because of that?”

With a chuckle, Steve says, “No, not quite. We became friends since I started going there pretty much every day, and it just kind of… happened.”

Joyce makes a soft coo he remembers being accompanied by a pinch to one of her sons’ cheeks when they did something sweet or made her proud. It made Steve’s heart ache. He suddenly misses her terribly. What he wouldn’t do for a Joyce hug right now. “Oh, hon. That’s great. What’s his name? What’s he like?”

“His name is Eddie,” he says. His voice catches on the name, but he powers through with a lighthearted snicker. “And everything else you’ll just have to figure out when we get there.”

“Fine,” she huffs. “I guess I’ll order another place setting.”

“It’s not a problem, is it?” He’s suddenly concerned he’s inconveniencing her with his foot-in-mouth syndrome. “I kind of asked him to come without letting you know. Will there be room? Do you have time? We’ll be there in a week, so I don’t want to be a bother if—”

Joyce doesn’t let him finish. “Steve, you are never a bother.” He clenches his fist at his side, but something in his chest unlocks at her stern words. “You could move into my house full-time without notice and I would be overjoyed. I couldn’t be happier for you. You bring that boy home, or I will drive up there and get you both, you hear me?”

Steve laughed. “Yes, ma’am.”

When Eddie arrives—in the same flannel and black jeans he wore to work, but now with his hair down and a smear of pink icing on his sleeve—Steve’s house smells like garlic and rosemary.

“You’re cooking?” Eddie’s eyebrows disappear under his fringe, impressed. He leans against the counter, making himself at home while he watches Steve cook. “I didn’t know you could.”

Steve waves his spoon and takes a half bow. “I’m a man of many talents, Munson. You’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg. And besides—” He sniffs delicately, going back to stirring the pot on the stove. “I stole the recipe from Pioneer Woman, so don’t expect anything extravagant.”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “We all start somewhere, right?”

“I told my mom about you, by the way,” Steve says, not sure how else to broach the subject. “I called her a little while ago.”

“How’d that go?”

“Fine!” Steve’s voice goes thin, squeaky in the way he never quite grew out of after puberty, and he clears his throat quickly. “It went great. She’s not upset I’m bringing a plus-one. I got the whole ‘I’ll always accept you’ spiel. She’s happy for me, blah, blah, blah.”

“One of her kids is gay, right? The one with the—" He makes a vague gesture around his head, and Steve catches where he’s going with a laugh.

“Yeah, the bowl cut. That retired a couple years ago, luckily. But yeah, Will’s gay. And Max, one of my bonus sisters, is pan, so like, the whole family is cool with queers.”

Eddie snorts. “Good to know we won’t be hate crimed for our fake romance.”

Steve swallows thickly, trying to laugh and failing spectacularly.

Luckily, Eddie doesn’t seem to care. “So, what are we telling them?”

“Grab a bowl. I think this is ready.”

“That’s all we’re telling them?”

Steve rolls his eyes and turns off the burner, giving his soup one last stir. “Smartass. No.”

They collect their bowls and take a set at Steve’s little breakfast bar, watching Scout go to town on the rubber bone Eddie brought as their soup cools.

“You know that saying about how the best lies are rooted in the truth?”

Eddie nods.

“Well, I figure it’ll be easier for us, and more convincing to everyone else, if we stick to the facts as much as we can.”

“Okay…” Eddie blows on a spoonful of soup. “So, what? We met at my bakery on a rainy Thursday morning, and you ordered a doughnut to-go while dripping all over my floor, and I thought ‘Yeah, him. He’s the one.’?”

Steve blushes into his soup. He hadn’t realized Eddie remembers that, too. “Something like that, yeah,” he says. “I think the details like that will help us keep up the lie, you know?”

“When did we start dating?” Eddie asks. “Who asked who out? Where did we go on our first date?”

He’s put thought into this already, so he provides his answers without hesitation. “Valentine’s Day. You asked me out because it’s creepy to hit on service workers while they’re at work. And we went to the diner on Park Ave.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, looking mildly impressed. “Isn’t that where we had lunch for the first time?”

“Um… yeah.” Steve stirs his soup intently. “You know, keeping as true to real life as possible.”

“Okay…” Eddie purses his lips, thinking. “And we’re not living together yet because…”

“My lease isn’t up until March.”

“Do I buy you flowers?”

“No, I’m allergic. But you do bring me leftovers from the bakery.”

“Are we still in the honeymoon phase or are we more like an old married couple.”

“Old married couple. We prefer watching bad reality TV with my dog to going to the movies or fancy restaurants. We’re both too poor for that.”

Eddie laughs. “Okay, rude.”

“But true.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and leans forward. “Alright, last question.”

Steve looks up at him, prepared for whatever he asks—

“Who tops?”

—except that.

Steve chokes on his spoonful of soup, nearly drowning in chicken broth. Eddie (the bastard) whacks him between the shoulder blades, laughing his ass off while Steve tries to get a chunk of carrot out of his windpipe.

“Dude!” he chokes out when he finally regains his breath. Eddie is still cackling like a madman, his face red. “You can’t just ask that!”

“What?” Eddie doesn’t sound sorry in the least. “Aren’t your siblings, like, 19? They’re bound to ask, right?”

“They’re 21,” Steve corrects. Not that it matters. “And they won’t ask that.”

Eddie leans into his space, looking at him through his lashes. “But if they do?”

With as much dignity as he can muster, Steve wipes his mouth with the napkin he didn’t notice Eddie press into his hand. “We switch,” he says, like he’s making it up on the spot, even though he’s thought about it more than once, loathe as he is to admit it. Listen, he’s a hot-blooded American Bisexual™️ and Eddie is a handsome emo nerd with nice hands. It was bound to come up (ha) at some point. “But you prefer to top, so…”

Steve is resolutely not looking at Eddie, so he can’t tell what his reaction is beyond a soft, “Huh.” A few moments pass in silence before Eddie clears his throat. “Well, I guess you have thought everything through.”

Steve chuckles lowly, his voice rough from his near-death experience with the carrot. Just that, nothing else. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Eddie clears his throat again, then proceeds haltingly. “Are you sure you want to do this, Steve? I kind of pushed it on you.”

“No, no! I want to.” Steve swallows and faces his companion again. “I want to do this. I can’t—I don’t think I can face Nancy without a date after spitting that out like that.”

A line forms between Eddie’s eyebrows. “I didn’t pressure you into it or anything?”

Steve frowns and turns in his chair. His knees bump Eddie’s thigh. The older man looks down at the point of contact—and if Steve didn’t know better, he would say he’s pouting. “Eddie,” he says softly. “You’re literally saving me from the most awkward week of my life and then a lifetime of regaining what fragile dignity I have left. You haven’t pressured me into anything. If anything, I feel like the one pushing you to do something you don’t want to. If I’d just kept my mouth shut—no, if Robin had just kept her mouth shut…”

Eddie snorts, finally raising his head again. “You’re sure?”

“Really? We just started fake dating, like, five hours ago, and you’re already ready to fake break up with me?” Steve clutches his chest, blubbering, “If you want to fake end things, Eddie, you’ll have to fake tell me to my fake face! I can’t fake take it anymore!”

“Say fake one more time.”

“Fake.”

Eddie grins, toothy and endearing as ever. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“Seriously, man.” Steve pats the older man’s thigh then turns back to his soup. “It’ll be nice having you there, anyway. It can get a little stifling, being one of the only real adults there. The kids are great. Really, they are. But they don’t understand what it’s like to be… out here, you know?”

Eddie nods, a faraway look in his eyes that’s gone as soon as it arrives. “And it’s not putting your parents out or anything?”

“Not even a little,” Steve says. “Mama J is always happy to have more full seats at her table. Her older son Jonathan will be staying with Nancy and her family, so I think the only people staying in the house will be us, Will, El, Joyce, and Hopper. And probably Max, honestly. Her bio family kind of sucks, too.”

The older man frowns again. “Hopper’s the scary dad, right?”

Steve snorts. “Maybe at first. He softened up a whole lot when he adopted El and got with Joyce. He’ll probably try to do the ‘hurt my son and I can kill you and get away with it’ thing, but it’s all fluff. He just does it for show.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide. “Wasn’t he a cop or something?”

“Still is,” Steve says, and Eddie suddenly sits up straighter. “But he’s mostly doing desk work now. He pretends he hates it, but he gets paid to sit down, drink coffee, and let people call him a hero, so it’s kind of his ideal gig.”

“So he’s a… cool cop?”

Something in Eddie’s voice gives Steve pause. He takes a closer look at the man beside him. He’s a bit paler than he was a moment before, and he’s bouncing his knee hard enough to make his stool rattle. Oh.

“Oh,” Steve says. “Yeah, no, Hop’s great. He’s real supportive of me and Will and Max. He’s never given any indication of being, you know.”

“No, I mean.” Eddie’s spoon clatters in his bowl as he sets it aside. Scout and Steve both jolt at the sudden loud noise, looking to Eddie as he wrings his hands together. “Okay, so, there’s something I’ve never told you about myself.”

“You’re scaring me, Eds.”

“It’s not… that bad.” At Steve’s raised brows, he backpedals, “Okay, so. Maybe a little bad? I’m not an ex-con or anything. There aren’t any wanted posters with a bad drawing of my face on them or anything.”

Steve tilts his head. “Then what’s the problem?”

“I kind of… have a record.”

“Like… the criminal kind?” Steve’s voice is small when he says it.

Eddie snorts and sits back on his stool, soup forgotten. “Yeah, a criminal one. It’s all from when I was a kid, though. I’ve never been tried as an adult. I got straight before I turned 18.”

Not completely straight, though, apparently, Steve thinks wryly, then immediately scolds himself. Not the time, Harrington.

“My parents are dead,” Eddie goes on, not even trying to soften the segue. “Well, I think they are. Dad definitely is. My uncle found him in this beat-up old camper in the woods with the needle still in his arm. I was twelve.”

“Jesus,” Steve whispers.

Eddie nods slowly. “Yeah. Mom, I’m not sure about. She left when I was a kid, before Dad got really bad. He never hit me, or her. But you don’t have to throw punches to hurt the people you love.” He spreads his hands out in front of himself, staring into his palms like the words are written there in ink only he can see. “My uncle took me in, raised me the best he could. He’s a good guy, but luck’s never been on his side. He was a logger for years before he got in an accident on the job that cost him a couple toes.” Steve gasps, but Eddie waves him off, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “He’s fine. Hurt his pride more than anything. After that, he didn’t find work as easily. Especially after my dad died. Word travels fast in small towns. Nobody really wanted anything to do with us.

“I picked up enough from dear old Dad to get me in trouble,” he goes on. “Started dealing out of my backpack in the seventh grade, had my first juvie stint before I got to high school. Got held back a couple times. Kids already treated me weird because of my family, and I only made it worse for myself, so I leaned into the whole ‘burnout outcast loner’ thing. It worked for business, though. I always had customers.”

Steve frowns. “They would make fun of you then still buy shit off you?”

Eddie only shrugs. “That’s just the kind of people they were. It’s the kind of person I was.”

It’s the kind of person I was, too, Steve realizes. Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away.

“I shaped up, though,” Eddie says. “Got clean, spent my weeknights doing homework and my weekends doing community service. Took some culinary classes at the local technical center, et viola.” He grins and gestures at himself, with noticeably less flair than usual.

“What made you get clean?” Steve asks, then immediately shakes his head. “Never mind. Sorry. You don’t have to talk about it.”

“No, I want to.” Eddie takes a deep breath, looking anywhere but at Steve. “Believe it or not, there was a girl.”

Steve’s mouth goes dry. “A girl?”

“Yeah, but not in the way you’re thinking.” Eddie cocks his head, squinting. A wry smile twists his lips. “At least, it never got there. I don’t know. She was a cheerleader, top of her class, golden child. But she was real sweet. Too sweet, in my opinion. She did whatever people asked of her. I think it messed her up pretty bad.” He pauses for a long moment then clears his throat. “She came to me for a while. For weed to start, then coke, party drugs, whatever I would give her. She’d smile at me and laugh at my jokes, and I never thought to cut her off before it went too far.” Eddie grimaces, something behind his eyes that Steve has never seen from him: pain, self-hatred, anger. It doesn’t look right on him. “It went too far, obviously. She came over to my place after school one day and just… never left.”

Steve waits in the ensuing silence, but Eddie doesn’t have any more to say.

But he doesn’t have to say anything else.

It’s written all over his face.

“Eddie.” Steve reaches for one of his hands, which he’s still staring into. Eddie lets him, watching wordlessly as Steve takes his hand between both of his. “You know that wasn’t your fault, right? Drugs are tricky. You couldn’t have known.”

“I know.” Eddie sniffs and clears his throat, and Steve’s heart jolts when he sees the shine in his friend’s eyes. “I know. I’m… getting over it. It’s been nearly a decade and I’m still getting over it. It’ll probably always be with me, though. I’ve been trying my best to make up for everything bad I did. To make up for Chrissy.” He says her name with a reverence Steve can’t even begin to understand.

“Thanks for telling me.” Steve squeezes his hand, giving him a reassuring smile before dropping his hand. “So that’s why you’re nervous to meet my dad?”

Eddie nods slowly, staring at his hands again—just the one Steve was holding. “I’ve always been jumpy around lawmen.”

Steve snorts. “Okay, first of all, he’s the police chief of Hawkins, Indiana, not the sheriff out West.” That finally earns him a giggle from Eddie. It’s soft, and still tinged with vulnerability, but it’s enough to make him relax. “And he’s not going to care. He probably won’t ever find out. I don’t think he runs background checks on the people we date.”

“I don’t try to keep it hidden,” the older man says. “I’m not ashamed of it anymore. I’ve been in line since it happened, and I’ve served my time. It just doesn’t tend to come up in regular conversation, you know?”

Steve, who after he’s said it now realizes Hopper probably does run background checks on people his kids date, nods. “It probably won’t even be a thing. I mean, after January first, you never have to see these people again, right?”

Eddie raises his eyes to meet Steve’s. “We’re breaking up on New Year’s Day?”

Steve blinks at him for a moment. He’d assumed that would be the case, but… “Why? Do you think we shouldn’t? I don’t see the point in drawing it out too long.”

“Won’t it be suspicious if we break up immediately, though? Like, they hear we’re dating a week before we go, then break up the day we leave? Doesn’t that sound fishy?”

Steve purses his lips. “I guess you’re right,” he concedes. “What do you suggest we do, then? I was just planning on catching you texting some other guy at the New Year’s Eve party and storming out.”

“No,” Eddie chuckles. “That might be a bit much. What if you tell them sometime before Valentine’s Day? That gives us nearly a year of fake dating before we call it quits. Does that seem like a reasonable long-term fake relationship to you?”

“I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on.” The baker leans forward and props his head up on one of his fists. “You don’t want to take me on a couple extra fake dates before you break my heart?”

“Oh, please.” Steve blushes. “We both know you’d be the one to leave me.”

The older man raises an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“B-because!” Steve stutters, gesturing at his partner. “You’re so… you.”

“And you’re so you,” he counters. “You’re a heartbreaker, Steve Harrington. Haven’t you figured that out by now?”

“People keep telling me,” he grumbles, thinking of Robin telling him there had to be people lined up around the block dying for a chance to date him.

Eddie reaches out and pokes Steve in the cheek. “We’ve got to work on that confidence if we’re going to convince these people you’re my man.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve leans in toward him. “Why’s that?”

In a mirror of their lunch, the older man leans toward him, meeting his eye with only a few inches between them. “Because I treat my men the way they deserve to be treated. You’d be walking on air if you were mine.”

Steve gapes, any words he might’ve said catching in his throat. His face has gone from charmingly pink to full-on scarlet. He can’t bring himself to pull away, or God forbid, lean in—

Eddie leans back, cackling. “Oh god,” he wheezes, reaching up to wipe tears from his eyes. “You should see your face!”

“You’re such a—” However that sentence ends, Steve doesn’t end it. Instead, he shoves Eddie, grumbling. “Get out of my house!”

The baker just throws his head back and laughs hard enough for Scout to come check out the action.

[existential-queeer]

Ok so I touched on this in a reblog but I wanna just make it it's own thing here because I need people to cry with me.

I think about that moment in season 3 with the tsunami all the time. In episode 2 or 3 I think, we have a man and his stepson who are in a life or death situation. The stepdad realizes this and thinks only one will come out alive and he wants it to be the son. He knows how deeply the love of his life loves her son and that she would be devastated if she lost him, even more so than she would be if he died, so he is desperately trying to get everyone to save the SON and not him. He doesn't want his wife, the love of his life, to go through that pain.

And then we have Buck doing everything he possibly can, even getting injured in the process, to save Christopher. With Buck on bloodthinners, even minor injuries can turn serious really quickly and he should honestly be trying to take care of himself. But he doesn't care about that. 1. It's Buck and 2. Chris is in trouble. He just needs to find Christopher. Because, yes, Eddie is the love of his life, but Chris is the love of his. Buck would and literally WAS risking his life to find Christopher because he wasn't going to put Eddie through that. We even hear him on the phone with Maddie, brushing over the fact that he was hurt. He doesn't give a shit about being hurt or that he could have complications from his bloodthinners. He only cares about getting Chris home safe to Eddie because losing Chris would break his heart a lot more than losing Buck would, and he knows this.

In conclusion, I have and always will see this as a direct parallel between the people on the boat and Buddie. It's happening in the same episode and was just so blatantly obvious to me that first time watching it. It's not the first time Buddie has been paralled to another canon couple on the show, and each time, it makes my pansexual little heart SOAR.