#they kept dancing around it in s4

[byler-alarmist]

@tender-emotional-music YES

More and more, I think the miscommunication between Mike and Will in S4 is caused by the rain fight in S3 and the elephant in the room that was left unaddressed.

Will keeps trying to avoid having that conversation again in fear of getting to the heart of the issue and making the rift between them even deeper.

Meanwhile, Mike keeps trying in various ways to restart that conversation, to repair the rift by getting to the heart of the issue and bring them closer together.

[evil-ot3]

okay so what we need now is a renewal (of course) so we can have kristen’s lil witchy gf pop in like every third ep. she’s usually not even plot-relevant, just some flirting and her checking in with kristen as she gets to know her and her fucked up circumstances

(the ot3 is still canon in my heart for this- kristen’s just gets a gf as a treat. hope that helps)

[a-constant-gay-panic]

Can I make a request for soft!dom Eddie Munson x fem!Reader with prompts angst #7 "wake up, please!" and smut #19 "shh it's alright. I'll take care of you." Maybe where the reader is almost taken by Vecna and they're both so emotional after that they just HAVE TO fuck! Peas and carrots! ❤️❤️❤️

Close Call

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pairing: soft!dom eddie munson x fem!henderson reader

summary: after you have a frightful near death experience at the hands of vecna, eddie can't hide his true feelings for you anymore and he decides to show you just how much you mean to him. 

warnings: a little bit of swearing, smut, porn with a lot of plot basically, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people!), angst, slight s4 spoilers but if you haven't watched it by now, what are you doing?

word count: 2.3k

a/n: here’s your eddie munson fic @... sorry it took such a long time!   it’s been a while since i saw season 4 so vecna’s parts may not be fully accurate and for that i apologies. just go with the flow and ignore it if his words seem uncharacteristic-  i am a firm believer in the eddie x henderson!reader trope and i won't apologies for it nor will i apologies for the ending. i’m in a angsty mood 

the song used in this fic is called "The Day Before You Came" by ABBA, i do not own it in any way shape or form. all rights to the original artists.

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your heart beats frantically and blood pounds painfully loud in your ears as you feel your body give into exhaustion. you slump to the ground as he approaches you, slowly, tauntingly, knowing that he’s won yet again. you gasp for breath as a vine wraps around your throat, your air flow being constricted as you’re forced up and into the air. 

“you can’t escape it y/n. you can't escape your destiny.” vecna’s words ring in your ears as tears stream down your face. “you and your friends will all die. there’s no stopping me.” 

you can practically feel his breath ghost over your face as he stands in front of you, ready to make his promise of killing you a reality. thoughts of your friends and how you’ve let them down cloud your mind. your heart aches as you think of not seeing your brother, dustin, again. your own regrets make another wave of tears roll down your dirty and scraped face and your mind wanders to eddie. although you’ve never admitted it, you've grown extremely fond of the local freak, admiring his bond with dustin. 

“say your goodbyes, y/n.” vecna mutters, his hand slowly rising to hover over your upturned face. your eyes close and you hold your breath, waiting for your end… that is, until a soft yet recognisable melody seemingly drifts through the red, overcast sky of the upsidedown. 

“must have left my house at eight, because i always do

   my train, i'm certain, left the station just when it was due

   i must have read the morning paper going into town

   and having gotten through the editorial no doubt i must have frowned” 

your eyes open and you see vecna's hand is still, extended in the air above you but his face is turned to the side. you can almost feel his annoyance and rage at the sudden interruption. 

“i must have made my desk around a quarter after nine 

   with letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed 

   i must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so

   the usual place, the usual bunch

   and still on top of this i'm pretty sure it must have rained 

   the day before you came” 

your breath comes out ragged as you remember dancing to this daily with dustin and later eddie. the thought of them alone is enough to make you claw at the vines around your neck, desperate to see them one last time. 

“i must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two

   and at the time i never even noticed i was blue  

   i must have kept on dragging through the business of the day

   without really knowing anything, i hid a part of me away”

you look behind vecna and notice a gate open up, figures which appear to be your friends on the other side. you start to kick and thrash, the urge to escape becoming even stronger. you couldn't let them down, you couldn't let yourself down. you refused to give in to him just yet. 

you see eddie cradling your body and you can almost hear the words which he seems to be screaming at your limp form. 

“wake up, please! please y/n, wake up!” 

his cries are enough to light a fire inside you and you suddenly remember the lighter in your pocket, courtesy of eddie himself. 

your hand blindly reaches into the back pocket of your jeans and you pull out a zippo, flipping it open on your leg and lighting it in the same movement. you raise your shaking hand and the flame licks at the vines keeping you in place. vecna looks at you sharply as your body falls to the ground, the vines unravelling when they feel the fire.

you drag yourself back as he stalks closer. “trying to escape is futile.” you continue to move further away from him, the sound of ABBA continuing to break the eerie silence. your hands sting from the roughness of the ground, your face is covered in dirt and dust and your voice is hoarse yet you find the strength to mutter, “i don't care. i'm not dying today, you bastard.”

with that, you muster up all your energy and make a run for it. tripping and stumbling over vines which try to slow your run but you refuse to let him win. your eyes are set on the image of eddie cradling your body in his arms while dustin kneels next to him.  

objects fall from the sky in attempts to block your escape but you make detours around them, trying your best to run as fast as your sore legs could carry you. your breaths come out in pained huffs, chest screaming at the lack of oxygen you’re getting. 

‘damn me for being so unfit.’ you think to yourself. 

you can almost feel your escape, relief starting to fill your whole body. you hear a loud rumble as the ground beneath you starts to shake, vecna’s shouts echoing in your mind as you jump through the gate, the soft melody coming to an end and darkness consuming your every sense. 

“and turning out the light 

   i must have yawned and cuddled up for yet another night 

   and rattling on the roof i must have heard the sound of rain

   the day before you came.” 

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a warm sensation fills your tired body and light floods your vision as you force your eyes open. you realise that you’re laying on your bed, your familiar bedroom wallpaper a clear indicator as to where you are. you gaze at the faces staring down at you, each with a worried expression plastered on their face. 

“i feel like shit.” you croak out and dustin laughs despite the tears which cloud his vision. “really? you almost died and that’s what you have to say?” steve deadpans and you chuckle before breaking out in a fit of coughs as you try to sit up. “sorry mama steve.” you tease him in an attempt to cover up how sore you were. 

“hey, at least she’s not dead!” robin defends you as she chases after steve who’s walking away, not ready to deal with you. nancy smiles softly at you before kneeling on your bed and giving you a gentle hug. “i’m glad you��re ok, y/n… don't scare us like that again.” she says as she pulls away. you give her a lopsided grin, “i’ll try not to get killed again, i swear.” she shakes her head at you before standing and walking towards the bickering pair who are standing outside your room. 

you turn your head and your eyes lock onto eddie’s, his face is red and his eyes are puffy, clear evidence that he’s been crying. “hey eddie.” you mutter. “hey…” he trails off, kneeling on the ground with his arms resting on your mattress. his eyes wander your fragile frame, inspecting you closely for any possible injuries.

you turn away from him and dustin is the next one to tackle you in a hug. “are you ok? are you hurt? what happened?” he throws question after question at you, all while keeping you in his vice-like embrace. “i’m fine alright? nothing happened.” you reassure him. he lets you go and eyes you suspiciously. “really, i'm ok.” you sigh. 

dustin doesn’t seem to believe you but he lets it slide when he looks at eddie who is still staring at you in a daze. pulling you into another hug, he whispers, “talk to him. he was panicking the most out of all of us.” 

with those words, he stands up and smiles. “glad to have my annoying big sister back.” he calls as he walks over to the other 3 who seem to be in a heated discussion about god knows what. 

“i’m sorry.” you mutter into the silence, the tension between you and eddie is thick and feels suffocating. he seems to snap out of it and looks at you in confusion. “why are you sorry?” you smile sadly at him, unconsciously grabbing his hand to play with the rings on his fingers. “sorry for worrying you… for leaving you like that.” your voice is small and it makes his heart clench. 

“you have nothing to be sorry for… i’m sorry that i couldn't save you.” his words make you shake your head. “no, you did… the thought of you was enough to keep me from giving up…” you glance at him and see his mouth hanging open before quickly adding, “the thought of you, dustin and the others kept me going…” 

neither of you noticed how silent it went, nor did you notice that your 4 friends had been listening to your conversation and decided it’d be best to leave the two of you alone together, closing the door behind them to give you some privacy.

“y/n… i-” he cut himself off. your eyes bore into his, an expectant look on your face. “i’m happy that you’re safe now.” he mumbles. you sit there in silence, deep down hoping for him to say something else… the three words you want to say to him and want him to say to you. 

‘i love you’ 

eddie’s eyes snap towards you and you feel your face heat up, realising that you said it out loud. 

“what?” he asks dumbfounded. “i… i love you.” you whisper, figuring that there’s no going back now. you close your eyes and hang your head low, embarrassment coursing through your veins. that is, until you feel a pair of lips against your own. your shock wears off quickly as you kiss him back, pouring all your emotions out into that single kiss. 

“i love you too… so much it hurts.” he breaths into your ear as you pull away for air. 

“are you hurt anywhere?” his voice is worried as he eyes the bruises around your neck caused by the vines. you shake your head, “i’m fine. how many times am i going to have to say-” 

his lips against yours cuts you off and you intertwine your fingers in his hair. soon enough, you find yourself lying underneath him, his chest pressed against yours as he glides his tongue over your lips, silently asking for permission. you allow him access and hum in pleasure as he explores every crevice of your mouth. 

breaking away for oxygen, his lips travel down your throat and press soft kisses to the bruised skin and you bite your lip in an attempt to silence your sounds. he moves up to your ear and his breath fans over it, causing shivers to run down your spine and a quiet whimper to escape.

“shh, it’s alright. i’ll take care of you.”

his hands slowly start wandering lower and lower, raising the hem of your shirt before sneaking underneath it and stroking your soft stomach. “i love you so much.” he whispers before he helps you sit up and pull the shirt over your head. your hands move to his jacket and tug on it, silently asking him to take it off. 

he complies and soon enough, both of you are bare chested. his rough hands rub and sooth every part of your exposed flesh before his lips find home on your breasts. soft bites and kisses being left in his wake, he moves lower until he reaches the waistband of your pants. “may i?” he asks and you nod in response. 

just moments later the two of you are as bare as the day you were born, his arms wrapped around you in a loving embrace as he mutters sweet nothings into your ears. you gasp in pain and pleasure as you feel him enter you, your walls squeezing him tightly and your breaths becoming more laboured. 

his hips still as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into it. “move… please…” you whisper after a while of adjusting to the feeling of  him inside you, 

soon enough, soft moans and grunts fill your room, mixing together to form a symphony of sounds which makes your head spin. eddie’s thrusts are gentle and steady paced, fulfilling his promise to take care of you as your mind goes foggy from the pleasure he’s giving you. 

“please… please eddie.” you whimper, not exactly sure what you’re asking for. he however seems to know and his hand ghosts over your body before coming in contact with your clit. “i’m here… let go, i’ve got you.” he coos as he quickens the pace of his fingers against you. you squirm underneath him and pull his face towards yours, placing a desperate and feverish kiss on his lips. 

this action almost pushes him over the edge and he pulls away from your kiss. “let go… come on, y/n… i’m right here.” his words make your eyes roll back as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten. “come for me.” he whispers and that's all it takes for your body to give in. your mind is clouded with pleasure and your vision goes white as you come undone underneath him. 

he groans and pulls out from you, releasing onto your stomach before his body slumps against yours. jagged pants are all that can be heard from the both of you as you come down from your high. eddie stands with shaky legs and walks to your bathroom to grab a warm cloth to wipe you down. he helps you up and carries you to the bathroom in order for you to use it. 

slowly placing you back onto your bed once you’re both cleaned up, he engulfs you in a hug. 

“i love you.” he says as he places a loving kiss onto the top of your head. you smile and manage to get out, “i love you too.” before sleep overcomes you, eddie following suit.

you couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment. if only you knew that you’d never be that happy again… if you had known what the future held, you wouldn't have fallen in love with eddie munson.

you wouldn't have fallen in love with a dead man.  

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[tiredemzz]

TIMEBOMB HCs <33

Original fanart is made by @pancakeswithbutterandsyrup , if they want there fanart be taken off- please let me know :)

Timebomb is a random ship name that I made up while shipping five and my silly tua oc lel

Enjoy the post <33 (if you don’t like oc x cannon, then just.. idk.)

Warning - OC x Cannon, some of these headcannons get spicy.. basically 17+/18+ stuff is gonna be talked about in these hcs. Also underage drinking as well, same with underage smoking. (If these things make you uncomfortable, please just click off and go drink some water and take care of yourself :>) (Ik these two r supposed to be in there older ages like 40/50 but there stuck in there teens bodies lmao. This is basically me doing headcannons for s3/s4. FIVE X LILA ISNT GONNA BE TALKED ABOUT HERE. THIS IS TIMEBOMB, NOT FIVELILA.) (minors dni, you have been warned)

☂︎ - S3 Flame calls Five peanut and Five hates it sm but actually doesn’t lmao.

☂︎ - S3 Timebomb dance to the masochism tango or footloose :)

☂︎ - S3 Timebomb often has makeout sessions sometimes if their bored :p

☂︎ - S3/S4 Timebomb r Deadpool and Wolverine in a nutshell lel

☂︎ - These two often flirted during s3/s4 lel

☂︎ - S4 Flame often bites Five, leaving marks on his neck, collarbone and sometimes shoulders b/c she has fangs/prob shark teeth.

☂︎ - Their both overprotective of each other yall ‼️

☂︎ - Their bisexuals, it’s cannon- they married each other with red and blue ring pops lel

☂︎ - S4 Timebomb actually.. f*cked each other in bed- these two share tension too much since s3 Jesus.

☂︎ - These two like to cuddle each other- leave them alone while they cuddle lel

☂︎ - They watch Bluey fr. They love it.

☂︎ - Flame often steals Five’s clothes sometimes :)

☂︎ - They act like a married couple fr. Even if Flame likes to mess with Five sometimes lel.

☂︎ - Their clingy while drunk lel

☂︎ - Flame often asks Five if she could paint his back and Five allowed her to ^v^

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A little smut drabble of s4 timebomb, written by yours truly- minors dni, you have been warned:

“F*ck, I didn’t know that you were this tight Flamey..” Five said while fucking hard and rough into her p*ssy with his d*ck, Flame was m*aning and clawing Five’s back while wrapping her legs around him.

Flame and Five were covered in sweat while Five kept going rough and hard on her and Flame was just simply enjoying it. Flame decided to leave a bite mark on Five’s neck, making him gr*an and going faster into her p*ssy.

Flame and Five decided to have a kissing session while Five was continuing to fuck Flame into submission, Flame was m*aning and Five was gr*aning while having fun with each other.

(I’m so sorry chat, this is is cringe af. I can’t write smut for sh*t.)

[jimmyspades]

Sad Boston Legal analysis at 9 am sorry

Season 3 Alan sees Vanessa in that pretty yellow dress and he can’t stop staring, he tells her why it affects him so deeply:

When I was a sophomore in high school I attended my very first dance. There was this girl, standing across the dance floor, wearing a yellow dress. She was so beautiful. I didn't have the courage to ask her to dance, perhaps for fear of the long lonely walk back across the gym floor after being refused. I finally willed myself to go ask, and then suddenly she was gone, in a fleeting second she must have left. I began to imagine what she must have been like. Her laugh. Certainly her kiss. I still know exactly what that feels like, though l've never felt it. She's been a figment for 29 years. An imagined standard by which all other women seem to have fallen terribly short.

He said it was a sophomore dance so he was probably 14-15, which means he had already been assaulted by his neighbor (s4 ep4: “I was 14, Denny. It was statutory rape. You’re the first person I’ve ever told that to.”) but he hadn’t yet been abused by his best friend Paul’s mom Victoria (explored in The Practice s8 eps 13-15: “Victoria, I was 16. Can a boy even be capable of love? … How many teenagers had you been with?”)

So there’s teenage Alan at the dance, at a very strange, confusing time in his life—

—his parents aren’t there for him, his father doesn’t like him, his mother never hugs him, but recently other adults have started showing him affection; grown women want him and use him sexually, and he thinks he’s flattered by the attention because he’s a stupid horny teenage boy!, of course he should want this!, he’s never been touched and suddenly everyone wants to touch him, even Denny makes a joke of it decades later when Alan finally calls it rape, but he’s still just a child. He’s 14!!!! Suddenly he’s “experienced” and treated like an adult and has a reputation—

—but tonight he’s shyly leaning up against the gymnasium wall, alone, wishing he had the confidence to ask this beautiful girl in his class, his own age, to dance. She was so pretty and safe to him—making up a harmless, idealized girl who would never hurt him at a time when he was being abused and tossed around and confused beyond belief—that for the next 30 years (and beyond) Alan used the idea of her to protect himself.

The idea of her kept his standards so high he could always walk away, he never had to be hurt—because any woman who hurt him clearly wasn’t her, so of course she’d disappoint. He expected this.

Of course Tara broke up with him. Of course Sally wouldn’t stay. Of course the women who had sex with him as a teenager lost interest. Of course he and Gloria would never work out. Of course Phoebe (and several other ex gfs) came back to use him then leave again. Of course his wife died. They weren’t the girl in the yellow dress, they were always going to let him down. “I’ve never met the girl in the yellow dress.” He’s still waiting to find her.

[terapsina]

SEND ME A SHIP (+ number) AND I WILL TELL YOU... Carol/Maria 2, 15 (Captain Marvel/The Marvels) and because I am me! Hizzie 10, 11, 20

Carol and Maria

2. ...why I do or don't ship them.

I ship them. I ship them quite a LOT. And that's because from the MOMENT we started seeing those flashbacks, it felt like I was watching a love story.

And then they had their reunion and Maria looked like the breath had been knocked right out of her chest. And Carol with this hangdog expression? And the piles of photographs that Maria had kept to remember Carol?

I'm sorry, but this isn't just friendship.

Add in amnesia during which most of the memories that were trying to break through revolved around Maria and her daughter? A kid that Carol was clearly around so much that even after YEARS of being missing she still seemed to think Carol hung the moon? I mean, COME ON, I can be expected to be only so strong here.

And The Marvels did NOT help. If anything Carol was pining after all that she had lost even MORE.

It's like a tragic fairy tale.

15. ...how I wish their story would go/would have gone.

Well first of all I wouldn't have killed Maria. Because it's stupid and I hate it.

Second of all I wouldn't have had Carol ghosting the woman she was clearly in love with and their daughter for 20 years.

Because it's stupid and I hate it.

Or if I did do that, then The Marvels would have involved a very chaotic Time Travel fix it.

Ideally she'd have remained in contact and gotten back together with Maria in the intervening years (FYI here's a fic I found where Carol does go back and it's adorable (or here's an old fic I wrote that contains a smidge of how I would have wanted Carol to have kept in touch)) and though I do think I want to have kept Monica getting dusted by the Snap (because I do enjoy SOME angst), Maria would have been snapped too.

And then Carol would have gotten the both of them BACK.

But that was ideally.

Now, my hopes rest on Carol finding a way to get back the stranded Monica (or to join her). Because if they're making this Alternate Universe Maria be kind of a mirror of Carol... then let's go all the way here and have this Maria be mourning her Carol the same way our Carol is mourning her Maria.

They can be each other's second chance.

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Hope and Lizzie

10. ...rate the level of stupid they reach in their pining.

Can we reach levels above 10 out of 10? Because... duuude. When you have Lizzie constantly casting herself to play one half of a romcom couple and yet convinced that she's the matchmaker, or third wheel? And Hope being Lizzie's Totally Personal Hero? And Lizzie constantly pulling a Prince Charming on Hope? And Hope obsessing over Lizzie while lacking humanity all at the same time saying with her whole chest how she cares nothing about Lizzie?

AND BOTH OF THEM SOMEHOW COMPLETELY IGNORING THE BIG FLASHING LIGHT OF THE SIRE BOND AND WHAT THAT MEANS?

*voice full of saccharine condescension*: 'oh, honey'.

11. ...how quickly I started shipping them when I got into the fandom.

If memory serves me right... I started shipping them pretty early on. Wayyyyy early on, like before 1x12 even.

But where it became serious was the episode with the dress.

Like, the fact that she just went 'this family heirloom dress needs to be worn by the prettiest girl I know'? Goddammit, Lizzie.

And then of course there's the way you just have to admire the sheer gall of pulling a Klaroline parallel unintentionally?

But most of all... it might have been the way Lizzie spent the episode protectively glaring at the jealous boys. And the way she rushed over to hug Hope when she was about to have her breakdown in the middle of the dance floor.

Also. That face. Specifically.

20. ...how and when they should get/should have gotten together.

Ideally, at the end of the season 5 that never was.

I consider s4 to be the season where Lizzie realized and accepted that she's in love with Hope. Burt also accepted the idea that it was never going to happen and chose to try to move on.

S5 should have been the season where Lizzie is trying to do that while Hope is coming to accept that there's feelings there from her side too and that the idea that she might have realized that too late hurts.

Culminating in a big fight where they finally drop all the cards on the table and address all the things they'd been skirting over.

[starlightsearches]

As soon as I saw your Cherry Pie/Eddie tags I RAN over here to beg you to PLEASE write something for it 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Pour Some Sugar On Me

hey bestie!! can't find the original post that inspired this because tumblr's search feature is literally evil. I think the original post was about pour some sugar on me, but I kept it ambiguous. this got very carried away from me, and i'm sorry for the wait. i hope you enjoy!!

✨ requests open for my 2k celebration ✨

Eddie Munson x Stripper! Reader

Warnings: NSFW-ish, language, smoking and drinking, no mentions of s4 plot, Eddie is inexperienced and awkward, stripping, lap dance kind of (it's mostly just grinding), i do not know how 80s strip clubs worked, and i think that's it! let me know if I missed anything 💖 comments and reblogs are always appreciated 🥰

Eddie snaps his fingers against his driver's license, letting the plastic thwack it makes fill the deserted parking lot. He's looking at the birth date printed right below his goofy-ass picture, the numbers 1967 dark on the front.

Unlike most of the IDs he's had in the past, this one is real. And his.

An honest-to-god twenty one year old, although he's never felt more like a kid. Eddie smiles humorlessly, slipping the card inside his wallet.

Happy birthday to me.

He leans his shoulders back against the rough brick with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, watching the neon sign at the edge of the parking lot flash blue, then yellow, then white against the cracked pavement and the weeds that grow there. The building itself isn't that special—just a brick box without windows—but the sign caught his eye, driving around the back roads of whatever fucking town he's in.

He was hoping to find a bar, maybe drink his first legal beer before crashing on the mattress in the back of his van. Then he saw the sign.

Heaven's Door. Gentleman's club.

No gentleman have gone inside, as far as Eddie can tell—just drunk truckers with deeply lined faces stumbling in and out every hour or so, and some locals who must visit often enough that the bouncer doesn't even ask for an ID.

Fucking stupid. He rolls his eyes at nothing, taking the keys from his back pocket with shaking hands.

His grips not good enough, fingers all clumsy with anticipation and fear. Eddie flushes red, embarrassed like he's got an audience as the keys hit the concrete with a metal jangle, cursing himself under his breath. Before he can reach for them, they're swallowed up in a triangle of yellow light.

There's a crack in the door beside him when he turns to look, the one he had assumed was an emergency exit. There's no sign of an emergency inside—no screaming or gunshots or thick, roiling flames. Just a pretty girl with wide eyes and a jacket about a million times too big hanging all the way down to her thighs.

It's been a while since Eddie's seen a girl, besides the nice old ladies at the diners he goes to for every meal. He could charm any of them without breaking a sweat, have them fawning over his easy manners and cheeky smiles. Sometimes he even got free dessert out of it.

He wishes he could find some of that fucking charm now.

"Oh."

Eddie's got nothing to say in response, making heavy and prolonged eye contact with your bare knees through the lines of your criss-crossy tights.

He snatches his keys from the pavement and stands, running a hand through his hair, but his fingers get caught in the tangles. Maybe Eddie should just cut his loses and run, but his feet won't carry him anywhere.

"Oh,"—his hands aim for his pockets and miss, leaving him arms hanging at his sides all lanky and awkward— "Uh, hi."

There's this journey you're going through—Eddie can see every mile of it on your face. You look at him with hesitant eyes, taking in the sneakers and the jeans and the frizzy hair and, he's sure, his deer-in-the-headlights stare.

The outcome to your mental math must work out in his favor, because you smile at him.

"Hi,"—your smile doesn't go anywhere, just bleeds into your voice until your words are all tinged honey-sweet—"are you waiting for someone?"

Eddie knows he's kind of dumb, but he gets what you mean. You gotta be able to tell that he's not that kind of guy—the kind that girls tease and flirt with and, you know, wanna fuck. Especially not girls like you. He wonders if you can see it written on his face, if the freak label followed him all these miles from Hawkins just to hover over his head, blinking like that fucking neon sign.

Eddie's also wondering if you came out here looking for a guy who was supposed to be waiting for you. And then he swallows down his jealousy like bile.

"What? Oh. No, I just—"

You let the door fall shut behind you, cutting off the light like you've cut off the end of his sentence. You just look up at him through your lashes, reading all his thoughts like they're printed across his skin.

It's been a long time since Eddie's seen a girl. It's got him feeling all kinds of strange.

He watches your steady fingers as they reach inside one of the jacket pockets and pull out a pack of Marlboro Reds, and you watch him. Eyes a little sharp and curious, traveling his features as you slip one of the cigarettes from inside, placing it between your lips. He takes another from the pack when you offer it, hoping you won't notice he's trembling.

“So," you mumble the word around the end of your cigarette, holding the end over your lighter's flame. You let your shoulder blades fall back against the brick, stripping him naked with that same stare, "if you’re not a perv, and you’re not waiting for somebody, what’re you doing back here?”

Your fingers brush against his palm when you pass him the lighter. It's just skin against skin, but that's not the way it feels traveling across his palm and up his wrist, giving him some kind of jittery contact high.

The first words that come to mind are the ones that tumble from his mouth.

"Who says I'm not a perv?"

He lets his head fall back against the brick, just hard enough to set in an ache. Jesus, Munson, get better jokes.

You roll your eyes at him, unphased. "Please. I can spot a perv—occupational hazard."

You wave a hand at the building behind you, and then give him this look. A look that says you can't hide from me, so why even try?

Maybe that's what has him reaching for his wallet, sliding his license from the little clear pocket. Feeling like you've already seen past any front he could put up, so he might as well show you the rest of him.

Or maybe he's just really, really lonely.

You take the ID when Eddie holds it out for you. He lets the little plastic square fall out of his line of sight, staring down the gravel by his shoes, digging the toe against the asphalt.

It's quiet in the parking lot, just chirping crickets occasionally interrupted by a muffled beat whenever the main door opens around the corner, and your soft breathing when you nudge his shoulder with your own.

"No shit. Is this real?"

Eddie nods, letting some smoke out of his nose. The cigarette's relaxed him, or maybe it's just that he's given you something else to look at, something to take the heat of your eyes off him.

Your thumb pets over his picture, gentle, like you're afraid it might smudge. "Edward, huh?"

He flushes. "Eddie."

"Eddie," you repeat. He hopes you'll say it again. He's starting to feel the night air through his jacket, but he thinks he could stay out here all night if you just kept saying his name.

He's still soaking in the glow of it when you gasp.

"Wait a second,"—you put your hand on his arm, denting the leather with your grip—"oh my god is it-?"

Fuck. He didn't think you'd notice. "Oh, yeah. I guess it is."

Eddie's gonna tell you that it's not a big deal. Tell you he's gotta get up early and so it's time he heads home—without mentioning that his home is the back of a van and the only thing he has to wake up for is another day of driving until his tank runs out.

But you're already tugging him around the corner.

"Oh my god, you have to have a drink with me!"

"Uh, I don't think-" but Eddie follows you anyways, even though he protests, taking little stuttering steps all the to the door.

"Hey Sal," —you're talking to the bouncer, passing his license over with your free hand—"my friend Eddie's looking for a drink."

Sal's bigger and burlier than he ever looked from Eddie's vantage point around the corner, but he smiles at you sweetly from behind his big, bushy beard.

"Having a good night, honey?"

Eddie swears you glance at him out of the corner of your eye. "I think I'm about to."

Sal glances at Eddie's ID and passes it back without any comment, just an amused look on his face. Eddie feels like telling him I don't know what's happening to me. I don't know what I could have done to end up here.

The more he looks at the bouncer, the more he feels familiar, just a little. He kind of looks like Uncle Wayne, with the little lines at the corners of his eyes.

He can almost hear his uncle's voice, saying who cares how you got here, son? Enjoy what you can while it lasts.

And he never really thought he'd live to see his twenty first birthday.

You've still got his hand in yours when you brush past the beaded curtain hanging in the doorway, rattling pleasantly behind him when you drag him through.

It's not as bad as it could be. You'd think a small-town strip club would be sleazy, or run down, but Eddie doesn't feel any of that. It's intimate with the lights low and the thump of the music from the speakers. Men sit around at circular tables, watching the girls dance and drinking beers, the glass bottles shining with condensation.

Eddie barely notices the girls though. Your hand is soft against his own, warm, and he's afraid you might notice how sweaty his palm is.

You deposit him at one of the stools in front of the high bar, letting the bartender know to treat him right until you're back. He's already sipping from his second beer when you're back at his side.

"Hey there, birthday boy."

He's feeling the drink already, and the atmosphere, and the anticipation of you and your smiles, so he'd like to say something funny—finally feeling like he could get you back for all the teasing you'd done back in the parking lot. Then he gets a good look at you.

"Je-sus Christ."

He almost chokes, hand pressed to his chest like you're gonna give him a heart attack, because that's how he feels. Looking the way you do—tits barely covered by thin, barely-there fabric, and those little criss-crossy stockings stop mid-thigh, topped with little bows.

And everything else—besides the little triangle between your hips that he doesn't even dare look at—is bare skin.

"You okay?"

You're laughing at him again, but he doesn't mind as much this time because your tits are jiggling, and he's staring and you don't say a word about it.

"I'm fine," he manages, "you just surprised me, sweetheart."

That's gotta be the alcohol talking. He wishes it would shut up.

Until you slide in closer, arm brushing against his now that he's slipped out of his jacket, trailing goose bumps over his skin when you fiddle with the chains at his wrist.

"So, birthday boy,"—you glance at him through your lashes—"you wanna dance?"

Fuck yeah, he does. But Eddie's trying to play it cool, trying not to ruin something he shouldn't even had a chance at. The words to unlock that door aren't coming to him, though.

You're more worried about rejection than you've let on. You drop his gaze, sliding your fingers from his skin.

"Or I could get one of my friends to do it, if that's what you're looking for."

You're talking about the girls on stage, gyrating to the music while they're showered with dollar bills. He's hardly looked at them. Too busy waiting for you to come back.

"No," he's shouting a little bit, before he manages to get a hold of himself, "no, definitely not. I—uh—yeah. Let's- let's go."

You take his hand, guiding him over to a more private area and pushing him into a seat.

Eddie lands with a little huff. It's too bad he let all his air out just then, because there's no way for him to breathe when you pet your hands over his shoulders, hovering just out of range of his lap.

"Any requests for a song?"

You slip in the tape he asks for. He's met with gritty vocals and a flood of guitar, the blood rushing through him laced with adrenaline. He'd heard the song on the radio a few months ago, at a second-hand store somewhere in Kansas. It had taken him a few days and a handful if miles before he found a copy of the album for himself.

And there were a lot of songs he liked, but this was the one he'd worn the tape down for. This was the one he played when he was feeling a different kind of lonely, the kind he'd never get used to. He'd lay on the mattress in the back just right to avoid the squeaky springs, the rough scrape of denim over his thighs.

All those nights, he realizes, he was picturing somebody who looked a lot like you.

He feels your weight in his lap, your arms wrapping around his shoulders. So solid against him because you're not a dream this time around.

You cut right to the chase, grinding down against his crotch and his whole body jolts at the contact. It's not like Eddie's masturbation habits were that healthy before, but all the alone time he has now definitely didn't fix that. Plus, he doesn't have to worry anybody hearing him parked on the side of some highway.

So he lets out a noise at the feeling, and it's louder than it should be—a guttural grunt he can't catch behind his teeth.

"Sensitive?" you whisper, right up against his ear. You've collected his stringy curls in one hand, lifting them up off his neck and tugging just a little. His breaths are coming out sharp, but he manages an answer.

"Yeah," he mumbles, cheeks flushed, his chest hot and tingling where he can feel the press of your tits, "guess I am."

You lean back, just enough he can see you smiling at him. "Don't worry, honey. I like that."

Your hips move sinuously against him in time with the music, just watching him with wide eyes and wet, parted lips.

"F-fuck, that feels good."

Eddie's eyes roll back, his neck barely able to support his head with the way the rest of him has tensed, thighs and core tight because he really doesn't wanna cum in his fucking jeans right now.

"Yeah?" you ask, leaning in close to his taut neck, hot breath caught in the little drips of sweat on his skin.

You scratch your hand down his shoulder, take hold of his middle finger before dropping it against your bare thigh.

"You can touch me, Eddie."

He's pretty sure that's not allowed, at least from what he's heard. But nobody's rushing to stop him when he grips your thighs hard enough to dent them. Eddie's starting to think that this isn't an average lap dance.

You flip around quick enough he can't miss the feel of you too much, your ass pillowy against his cock, stiff in his jeans. But the real excitement is in your hands, guiding his up over your torso, collecting body shimmer as he goes, rings snagging on the fabric. You stop him right over your perfect tits.

"Holy shit."

He tries to whisper to himself, but you're right there, laying your head back on his shoulder, biting at your lip while he massages at your breasts.

He wonders if he's doing this right, until he can hear your soft, little moans in his ear. And that's better than any fucking song in his collection.

The music is gone. He's not sure how long ago you noticed, but you haven't pulled away from him yet—still bumping your hips against his just to feel him twitch.

Eddie clears his throat before he speaks. He feels like his voice is gonna break.

"I don't- I've got cash in my car," he says. It's not enough for what he got, but he'd give it to you anyway.

"Don't worry about it. It's on me."

His hands slip down from your tits, resting at your waist instead. Eddie doesn't want to stop touching you, but he's gotta take care of the situation in his jeans ASAP.

You've gotta feel his urgency, because you're still moving against him, long, slow strokes of your hips that would barely be noticeable if he weren't ten seconds away from bursting.

"You know, my shift ends in like, twenty minutes."

Eddie's not sure what to do with that information. He can't imagine you mean what he thinks you mean.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you whisper, leaning back so you can look him in the eyes. "I was just thinking, maybe when I'm done, we could go back to mine? Your birthday's not over yet."

You pet a finger over his zipper, tongue peeking out from between your lips. Even the way you blink is sexy.

Eddie's practically tripping over his words he's so eager.

"I'll wait for you out back."

[milf-harrington]

i haven't seen seasons 1 through 3 since 2019 (but i am slowly making my way back through it) so forgive me for any inaccuracies, but purely from memory this is how im ranking steve from each season

character in general

Season Two Steve, because he's still got that jock-ish bitchy energy but it's also where we really start to see his softer side and also i think the first time you genuinely feel for him (his problem with billy, his implied problem with school, the bullshit scene), it's also the birth of babysitter steve!! and the second but much more thorough time we're shown that he's fully willing to put his life on the line to protect people he doesn't even know that well. He's a competent and strategic character who definitely has the vibe of Just Trying To Get Through The Year.

Scoops Steve, for similar reasons as the above but we also get to see the goofier prettyboy side of him and we're better introduced to Steve's observational skills and how the fact that he's not "smart" like the others is actually one of his advantages. Because while robin and dustin were focused on translating russian, steve couldn't stop noticing how familiar the background music was. this is also the season where Steve is starting to be written as a ditzier character, but i'm choosing to chalk that up to the fact that he's more laidback and less worried about his public appearance now that he works at an icecream parlor and wears a sailor uniform. (This is also the most bisexual version of steve, followed by s4)

King Steve, who i personally think was quite shallow (like from a writing perspective) but that is almost definitely because he wasn't originally supposed to survive the first season so he's forgiven for that. Still, we are shown someone who is cutting and self-confident, and then later shown that he is someone who is quick to realise when he's genuinely fucked up and just as quick to apologise. It's also when we're introduced to the idea that he will consciously put himself in danger to protect others. (@peter-pantomime made a really great video about one of Steve's tells on tiktok and i haven't been able to get it out of my head ever since)

Season 4 Steve, because they pretty much erased any and all of the competency previously shown in his character. I think this season did the most disservice to him, seeming to only write him off as genuine idiot who gets treated like shit by all of his friends and is only useful as a babysitter for teenagers who don't want to be babysat. It erased any progress he'd made in regards to his relationship with Nancy Wheeler, i think the only thing that kept him feeling like Steve was Joe Keery's acting and how well he knows the character. I think a lot of what was wrong with Steve's character this season could've been a really great way to introduce the amount of head trauma he's received through the other seasons but considering it wasn't so much as hinted at in canon it just seems like they circled back around to making Steve Harrington's character as shallow as it was in season 1. whether or not that's because they're setting him up to die in season 5, i think it was unfair.

character design

Scoops Steve, in his little sailor outfit with the floofy hair and the lipgloss?? iconic (bonus: the dark blue jeans with the red and blue vest when he applies at family video)

Season Two Steve, with the tight blue jeans and the sunglasses and the swoopy hair and the nail bat, also iconic (bonus: his gym uniform AND the maroon sweater when he drops dustin off at the dance)

Season 4 Steve bc he spent a majority of his screen time shirtless and only wearing a battle vest, and then later the coolest fucking jacket i've ever seen (wait shout out to that blue and white polo shirt that showed off his arms, thank you for your service; and his cute little yellow sweater)

King Steve, while i do love the preppy look and how much it made him look like a puppy at times, what the actual fuck was going on with his hair?? i would have liked to see more of the floppy haired steve we saw when he was helping Nancy study ):

[iandarling]

For the love of GOD

She’s 13 years old in s4!!

13 and he’s 20

Matty was older than Lip and closer to Fiona’s age

(I’m not excusing her raping him in the later season ) but he jesus christ she was a child who had a crush on whom she thought was her boyfriend and friend

Matty told her (on numerous occasions) that they would shave sex when she was older!! He actively encouraged the romantic aspect of their “friendship” further confusing her when he kept insinuating they were “just friends”. He let her sleep in his bed many times, he drove her to school, he held her hand and told her they could “try again when she’s older”

He called her his girlfriend

He groomed her

You can dislike a character and their actions without being inherently misogynistic

She has been exposed to sex from way too young an age with no actual sex ed (she didn’t even have the basic understanding of how erections work)

She became friends with Holly (her first lesbian experience in my professional queer opinion) and was introduced to and expected to be sexually active at 13 years old

Debbie was sexually assaulted in public when she was only 12

Debbie had revenge porn spread around online of her after Mattys gf wanted revenge and paid another child to trick debbie into taking her top off in school where people watched and laughed and filmed the event

After this, Matty said he broke up with her because “debbie is the child and she’s the adult who should’ve known better”

After saying this, after acknowledging that he’s also an adult and should know better, Matty said he would take Debbie to the school dance

Debbie believed she had a boyfriend and friend in Matty

Matty groomed Debbie

[kmze]

"Caroline chose not to take the cure because she was a better human as a vampire". This makes me wanna say so much but I shall refrain from that. * deep breath* He is the same person who once again victim blamed Caroline on that special short they did: "she knew he(Damon) was bad news but she was acting out". UN-FUC*ING-BELIEVABLE! Another thing that I remember from that short was Nina saying something like 'the girls are each others' true loves..." and Kat probably said that the girls were each others' sisters.I was like WHO WROTE THIS SCRIPT? 8 seasons of that show and the girls' friendship had the least amount of screen time.Elena treated Caroline and Bonnie as dirt under her shoes.Bonnie was the magical portable device for her white 'bestie' AND her brother! Caroline and Bonnie were probably better friends than whatever they had with Elena.But the writers neither spared their friendship nor developed them as a complex female bond,once elena was gone, since they weren't revolving in Elena's orbit anymore.And the finale decisions were made keeping Elena in mind.Not Caroline.Not Bonnie! Elena got her picket fence human life while Caroline got a cheque from her abuser and Bonnie was still romancing her dead ghost boyfriend!

Alright Anon let's talk about it because I am so tired of how much KW got hand waved responsibility for the Caroline and Andie storylines in S1 and S2 when he was the one in charge. Got long so under the cut:

The reason he did those storylines as well was to prop Elena and be like see Damon would never compel Elena because she's too pure and special unlike these pions Caroline and Andie. I think KW saw Caroline the exact same way he saw Jen on Dawson's Creek who he killed off in the series finale (after he left for like 4 years sound familiar) just a prop to the other characters. Julie on the other hand ended up loving Caroline and basically switched from Elena to Caroline as her #1 gal around S4 (the sirebond storyline felt like the big turning point) and once Nina said she was leaving Caroline got her huge arc in S6 where Stefan was HER love interest.

The girls friendship was really such window dressing when you really thought about it lol. I noticed it so much in my rewatch, in S1 Bonnie and Elena seemed to only tolerate Caroline because she was just always their friend and it was convenient. Then in S2 Bonnie became a friggin' martyr trying to protect Elena and basically being A-OK with going on a suicide mission to save her while Caroline was more involved with Tyler and the werewolf plot. Then in basically S3-5 Bonnie existed just to sacrifice her happiness for Elena and Caroline would appear every once in awhile to stick up for Bonnie but Caroline became closer to Stefan than she did to Bonnie and Elena as the seasons went on.

I actually think both Bonnie and Jeremy got dragged down by Elena and I almost felt like Jeremy stuck up for Bonnie against Elena and thankfully by S6 they were both free of her. Caroline and Elena were always more rivals than best friends even if the show wanted to keep telling us they were best friends. You really saw that in their no humanity arcs because NH!Elena was SUPER jealous of Caroline with her storming over to break-up Stefan and Caroline dancing or stealing Caroline's prom dress she was voicing the fact that Elena was pissed Caroline took the "crown" from her. And NH!Caroline kept mocking Elena for making everything about herself and how she the world used to revolve around her. I don't really blame the actress' for their comments though because that's not their job to get into the complexities of the relationships especially in like an interview setting, the writers should have done more.

This is a point I differ with a lot of fandom on because I don't really think Elena got the better ending of the two girls because she was still essentially killed off. I'm also not someone who bought into the "humanity is beautiful" crap this show pulled sometimes, why would you want to give up your superpowers knowing how easy it is to die as a human in this world. But that's not to say Bonnie and Caroline didn't get tragic endings as opposed to Elena who got Damon even if that felt like default because the writers told us nothing about their life together and they didn't even share dialogue in the finale.

I think this is where KW and JP butted heads with the finale in terms of Elena vs. Caroline more than even any of the ships because KW probably would have killed Caroline off (a la Jen Lindley) to do an implied SE endgame and JP said absolutely not but she would concede to killing Stefan especially because he was human now and lost a lot of his pizzazz to her. I feel like KW only looked at the story from TVD's perspective and didn't think about the overall universe that had been created so he wanted everyone human as opposed to JP who wanted to keep some supes around so she could continue the universe. There was some rumor I've seen that JP wanted to move Stefan to TO at one point and I wonder if Paul had agreed to continue on and guest star on TO S5 with Candice the series finale would have been different (though human Stefan would have served no purpose on TO). Because really and truly the "triangle" for all three shows aka the verse ended up being Klefaroline not the triangle of doom, KC and SC were the only ships referenced on all three shows and in significant ways.

[crack-fic-casey]

So, at the climax, Catra's a lot better off now, because GlimBow are unstoppable and they WILL befriend whomever they want. And Adora, under the careful direction of the ever-empathetic Shadow Weaver, is hitting S4!Catra levels of "this is fine and I'm winning." And maybe there's a B-plot relating to the Runestones, idk exactly, but the POINT is that it all comes down to a Catra/Adora fight. If they can't get She-Ra to de-transform everyone in the Rebellion dies.

Now, Glimmer and Bow can't help for some reason that's totally justified, so Catra's the only one left. And she can't get through to Adora, right? Adora knows that she's hurting people, and she knows that Shadow Weaver is using her. But she doesn't have a way to deal with that emotionally, and when she's working she doesn't feel things. So she doubles down, just like she's been doubling down, and there's barely anything left of Adora now

But this is Catra at her best, and she is pulling out all the stops. She dances just out of the Sword's reach, she smirks, she gets under Adora's skin like no one else-- she has jokes now. She didn't use to have jokes. Adora is cracking, Catra can get through, but every time she does Adora shuts down again. There's to much pain there; she won't address it.

This isn't a Catra that's obsessed with Adora. She's learned to love, thanks to Glimmer and Bow, and now all these new people she loves could die. So, the next time Adora swings her terrible sword, Catra doesn't move.

Cold steel doesn't hurt, and she has time to be grateful for that. Adora is stunning, even under the layers of curses Shadow Weaver kept upon her, and Catra has time to tear at the gem Shadow Weaver used to control the Sword. It shatters and Adora

Just

Starts

Screaming

And screaming and screaming because Catra is dying and so is everyone else, and there were so many other people, and their homes and Catra's dying and she didn't mean for it to happen, she really didn't and she screams at Catra to explain why, to tell her why she'd do something this stupid--

"Because," Catra says. She coughs up something red that Adora can't deal with yet. "Because I love you. But I love them, too."

Catra is looking past Adora, but Adora can't follow her gaze, can't bring herself to look at her new friends. She stared at Catra, at her freckles, at her hair, at all the little details she couldn't make out across a battlefield. Catra is smiling. Why is she smiling?

She can hear Shadow Weaver now, telling her to get up. The Rebellion is teetering on the edge, and Catra is just another soldier. It hits Adora, feels like an actual slap in the face, just how little Shadow Weaver cared for the Horde. For her squad, for their victims, for Catra-- And maybe Adora deserved that, maybe the little soldier girl can't even conceive of happiness anymore, but everyone else does. Adora didn't want this. Adora wants to help people, she's not--

Adora doesn't want this.

It's barely an act of defiance, but it's all that's left in her. Adora breathes out, and the magic goes out with it. It falls back into the Sword, and Adora is done. She's made her choice. She'll not play Shadow Weaver's games anymore.

Shadow Weaver is furious, obviously. She yells at Adora, complaining of her unending stupidity, of her lack of gratitude or compassion. Adora doesn't fight; she knows the jag is right about what, if not who too. When Shadow Weaver says that she should have let Adora die as a baby, Adora just asks why she cared.

Feebly, Catra's hand stirs.

Shadow Weaver slaps her in the face. When Adora only blinks at the weak blow, Shadow Weaver used her magic. The shadows are so cold they burn, and Adora can't help but cry out. She wishes she could stop. It doesn't matter anymore.

Trembling, weak fingers close around the hilt of the Sword

Shadow Weaver sees Catra stirring, and laughs. The Rebellion may escape, but without Catra they don't stand a chance. Adora may die but She-Ra has already lain waste to the Princess Alliance. What has she to fight for?

Something inside Catra is stirring, a campfire that's growing swiftly enough to burn a whole forest. Adora doesn't deserve to die, and neither does anyone else. They're to important, everyone is to important to be taken away by this shriveled up shell of a woman, and she opens her mouth to answer--

"For the Honor of Greyskull!"

Once again, magic flows, and everything is different.

What if the horde had She-ra instead?

The opportunities…

Catra would totally be into that. Hope they don’t get caught. Hah.

[letsgofoletsgo]

Stay with me here

So Azalea has a drag persona named Onyx, and helped out Davia and Luca during their arc in S4 by showing them xyr character and how xe uses him. Onyx's signature look is anything black with white diamond contacts and an emerald-studded choker. During the later parts of the season, Luca has dreams where Onyx appears to him and picks on him about his perceived inability to be a good partner, or even just friend to azalea. Later on it’s revealed he was just speaking on Luca’ own insecurities, and acts as a friend to him once he overcomes them on his own terms.

In season 5, Onyx most often appears when Luca is at his dance classes. He gives him subtle support, while still being a sort of representation of what’s going on in his head. When Luca starts to realize he has a slight crush on Riley, Onyx is the one to tell him to watch himself with her, as while he can’t stop anything he does, he emphasizes that they both know how important Luca is to Azalea (I kept his crush on her in my canon bc it’s human to have attraction to others even when in a committed relationship, it’s just what you do about it that shows your character.). He acts as the Angel/devil on Luca’s shoulder in regards to Riley, replacing the romantic themes he would originally have with her with reminders that he has someone much better waiting for him. It’s sorta how I deal with Luca having a canon love interest, and I get to play with Onyx giving him grief for it lolol. Also, that begenning scene in S5E9 where Luca is dancing with Riley in a fantasy sequence? In my canon it's Onyx instead.

Onyx as Azalea’s drag persona, he’s energetic, confident, sporadic, and loves to show off and have fun. He retains these traits when in Luca’s head, but is more snarky and chaotic. Since he represents Luca's inner thoughts, or at least those that pertain to azalea and his relationship with him, he has a tendency to be brutally honest with him. Yet, he also acts as a friend in some ways, trying to guide Luca in the right direction. I have fun playing around with Onyx in his aspect, not only is it fun to see this version of Azalea who has more elements of xyr original incarnation, it's a way for me to work around Luca's canon interests, and keep him connected to Azalea while working through these plot points. Again, this version of Onyx is just in his head, but I think it's a cool way to represent his thoughts towards Azalea, and to further divert my canon from that of the show.

Y'know. If any of that makes sense.

[chr0llossexygf]

I NEED HER

PAIRING steve harrington x fem reader

SUMMARY y/n gets possessed by vecna but steve still didn’t get the chance to confess his undying love for her and tries to save her with the help of dustin and lucas.

WARNINGS slight spoilers abt s4 ep 4 !!

“ for the love of god what’s taking her so long.” steve said opening his car door. “ give her some time steve.” dustin said looking down at the letter that had his name written on it from you. “ I don’t have all the time in the world Henderson.” steve said slamming the car door close.

“ okay chop chop l/n.” steve said looking at your figure sitting down on the grass. “ y/n.” steve said placing his hands on his hips. no response. “ y/n you can hear me come on.” he says again taking a deep breath in. still no response. He noticed how you didn’t move a single muscle, “ y/n..” he says again. “ y/n!” he yelled running to you. he crouched down shaking you, “ y/n wake up! wake up!” steve yelled shaking you roughly.

“ guys! dustin! lucas!” steve yelled. “ come on y/n please!” steve said his eyes filling up with tears. “ wake up!” he yelled shaking you non-stop. dustin and lucas came running to him. “ woah what the-” lucas said. “ y/n! y/n wake up!” lucas said slapping you a couple of times. “ h-hold on!” dustin said running back to the car.

“ y/n please! wake up!” steve said grabbing your hand gripping onto it tightly as if it was the last time he would feel your touch. “ can you hear us!” lucas said quickly sitting infront of you. steve kept shaking you from the side gripping onto your hand.

dustin came running back with a walkman and cassettes. “ guys! “ dustin yelled throwing them to the ground. “ what is this?” lucas yelled looking at the cassettes. “ what’s her favorite song?” dustin says. steve looks at dustin, “ why?” he says shakily as tears rolled down his cheeks. “ robin said if she listens- it’s too much to explain! what’s her favorite song!” dustin shouted, making direct eye contact with steve.

“ quick quick which one is it!” dustin says looking through the cassettes. steve looked down, each cassette held a special memory of you two. he looked down at the dancing queen cassette and smiled. memories rushed into his mind.

flashback

“your so stupid.” you laughed out as you watched your best friend steve run around your room in a wig and your ballerina shoes. “how do you wear these?” he says trying to balance with the shoes on almost tripping. “ careful harrington!” you laughed out covering your face. steve looked at you smiling admiring your beauty. your eyes made him feel special, he felt almost honoured to be able to witness how your eyes lit up whenever you laughed or smiled. and your smile, oh fuck your smile. your smile alone can him go batshit crazy, the way the corner of your lips would create the most heart stopping action would make blood rush to his face whenever you smiled. his heart was racing as he watched you cover your face due to laughing so much. “ no i’m being very serious right now? do your feet not break? i mean this is crazy.” steve said moving the pink fake hairs from the wig out of his face, with a bit too much force making the wig fall off. “oh no my hair.” steve said picking it up. you kept laughing turning around turning up your cd player. “ohh come on dance with me.” steve said dancing to the song playing. dancing by abba. “ no i’m not dancing with you steve!” you said giggling. “ come onnnn y/n.. you can dance. you can dance. having the time of your life oooh! come on lazy pants.” steve says grabbing your hands gently pulling you towards him. you connected your hands with his and started jumping and dancing around. steve smiled, he felt lucky.

he watched as the two young boys kept looking through cassettes trying to figure out which one was your favorite. his eyes looked at another cassette which brought back memories, angel eyes by abba.

flashback

“ steve come on i need your opinion!” you said twirling around in the light blue dress trying to get an opinion out of your best friend. “ y/n you look fine.” steve says looking at the magazine in his hands. “ your not even looking harrington.” you said walking up to him and snatching the magazine from him. “ hey come on y/on not cool-” he quickly cut himself off once he looked up at you. his eyes almost popped out of his skull, his hearts did flips and twirls in his chest, butterflies went crazy in his stomach, blood rushed to his face. “ y-you uhm.” he cleared his throat. “ you look great.” he said looking down at his shoes. you looked at him then back at yourself in the mirror, twirling a bit. “ i don’t know. do you think jonathan would like it?” you asked turning back to him. steve looked at you a bit taken back, “ j-jonathan? as in jonathan byers?” steve said tilting his head to the side. “ yeah jonathan byers. will’s brother.” you said smiling. steve looked down at his hands, ouch. “ i don’t know it’s up to him.” he said quietly. “ steve come on. okay look. if i were nancy would you like it?” you said looking back at steve throwing up jazz hands. nancy? oh right nancy. nancy wheeler. no. there was no way. you were the only one that made him feel that way. you are the most beautiful girl in the world in his opinion. “ sure.” he whispered quietly looking back at you. you looked back at the mirror checking the dress out, “ oh wait wait! it’s our song!” you said grabbing steve’s hands. “ y/nnnnn.” he whined giggling. “ harringtonnnn! “ you giggled. “ come on twirl princess.” you said trying to twirl him. steve giggled twirling. “ now you twirl.” he said, you twirled. you two looked at each other for a bit before you two before down laughing.

it was that one. that was your favourite song. ever since it played in the winter ball when you two were younger it became your favourite song. steve zoned out from the two boys that were arguing, he grabbed the cassette. “ this one! it’s this one.” he said opening the case. dustin immediately grabbed it out of his hands and put the cassette in the walkman. “ hurry!” lucas said. dustin grabbed the headphones putting them on you.

“ let me go!” you yelled at vecna. both of your hands were tied near your head. you were pinned against a tree vecna trapping you. “ stop running from me y/n.” vecna said. “ your not really here.” you shouted. “ oh but i am.” vecna said choking you. “ go away.” you choked out. vecna brought his hand up to your face, “ join me y/n.” vecna said tightening his grip on your neck.

last night i was taking a walk along the river

you looked up confused and shocked. “ y/n! y/n!” you heard people yelling from afar. you recognised their voices. steve,dustin, and lucas. you looked back at vecna with tears forming in your eyes. “ let me go.” you cried out trying to break free to your hands. “ y/n please wake up!” steve cried out shaking you. you clenched your fists tears rolling down your face. this was it. this is the end you thought.

and i saw him together with a young girl.

“ y/n! please wake up i love you!” steve shouted out. your eyes shot wide open. memories of you and steve started playing in your head. “ y/n you can hear us!” dustin cried out. memories of you and the kids started playing in your head. this can’t be the end. this couldn’t be the end. you have so much to live for. you have so much left to accomplish. you have your whole life ahead of you. you have a whole life with steve ahead of you.

and that look he gave her made me shiver

you quickly punched vecna making him stumble back. you this opportunity and started running, “ wake up l/n!” lucas yelled. you kept running and running. the floor started shaking and falling apart. nothing was stopping you and nothing ever will, the desperate cries of your friends made you realize you have so much to live for. tears rolled down your face as you kept running. dodging dirt and rocks erupting from the floor as quick as you can. the gate seemed to be getting closer and closed. you turned your head around to look at vecna who seemed to be frozen in his spot. you turned back around and jumped into the gate.

you woke up looking around, you looked back at steve and broke down crying jumping on him. steve immediately grabbed you hugging you tightly suffocating you. you grabbed his hand holding onto it tightly crying. “ i’m here i’m here.” you cried out holding onto him tightly. his grip around you tighten as he let out a sobs, “ shit i thought i was gonna lose you.” he cried.

dustin jumped on you two hugging you tightly. “ holy fuck.” dustin whispered. lucas quickly joining in on the hug. “ i love you guys so much. i love you guys so fucking much i thought i was gonna die and i didn’t wanna die without you guys knowing how much you mean to me and i know i never say it but i mean it i love you guys so much you mean the whole world to me and i would rather die then live in a world without you.” you mumbled running out of breath between sobs and hiccups. the two boys let go of you, you tried sitting up but steve held you down. “ no no stay. i can’t let go of you right now.” steve whispered hiding his face in your hair. you meant the world to him. you were the biggest comfort in his life. he can’t live in a world without you. “ you love me?” you whispered looking up at him. steve moved his head away from your hair and looked down at you. he raised his hand wiping the tears from your eyes. “ y-yeah…” he whispered as tears kept rolling down his face. “ i’m sorry..” he said. “ i love you too steve.” you whispered.

[ughdontbeboring]

Changes

Manny x YN (WoC)

Manny comes home with some news

warnings: MAYANS S4 spoilers , angst, cussing, hm I think that’s it 🤷🏽‍♀️

note: I’m supposed to be sleep for work but I had to write this really quick bc it wouldn’t leave my head. Also again I am Puerto Rican and Black (with a few other things😂) so character (you,reader,YN) will always be inspired by that kinda of upbringing. So WoC reader ALWAYS and thicc af! No permission for my work to be used anywhere else in any form by anyone!

and if y’all fucks with it let me know 🙂🫣

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Moving to the beat of the low playing music she danced around the kitchen putting the finishing touches on dinner. Bella was asleep early, YN made sure she had a fun filled day because daddy was coming home today. Her man was finally allowed to come home and she wanted nothing more to spend some one on one time with him. 

She adored their daughter but it was hard to grab some of the Mayan’s time when their energetic 3 year old was awake. She kept the music low and the banging around while cooking to a minimum to avoid waking the kid and so she could hear from her baby monitor. They both were set on keep it for a while, both very over protective especially given certain career paths.

Apart of her felt bad she made sure Bella would be sleep to the point she knew she would sleep through the night. The other part of her didn’t knowing Bella had such an amazing day, nothing was off limits to the toddler for the day. She did her best to make sure the little girl didn’t turn rotten from being spoiled beyond belief on an daily but once that Kutt walks in the house she knew it would simply go back to being Bella’s world. She couldn’t help the smile that graced her face at the thought of how lucky she was to have her little family. 

She put the lid back on the rice pot and slid it over to one of the burners she hadn’t used. Everything was finally finished, she would wait to plate the food to keep from having to use microwave. 

The song had just switched to something more sensual when she heard the familiar rumble of a certain bike. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as she dashed towards the door after throwing her apron on the counter. There was no time to get dressed but she knew he would be happy with her either way. 

Her bare feet swift on the cool marble floors, she almost ran into the door as she tried to slow her self down. She could hear his boots thudding closer to the door along with the jingle of his keys. Her hands quickly went to the lock and unlocked it, pulling the handle as she flung the door open. 

She didn’t even a chance to look at him as she threw herself into his arms as he stood at the entry way. The humidity from outside hit her as he caught her. His hands automatically falling to grip her ass. Before he could comment on her lack of shorts she crashed her lips into his. Passionately kissing him. Her tongue ran over his lips, he had to suppress a chuckle at how aggressive she was being. He wasn’t going to complain he loved that shit. 

They continue for a moment longer as he pressed her against the side of the door, his lower body grinding into hers. She moaned as he bite into her full bottom lip, letting it go with a pop. 

Their foreheads touched while they stood there staring at each other, their breathing heavy. 

“Hi” she said sweetly as her hand ran over his buzz cut. He smiled at her that smile she loved. 

“Hey mama” 

“I missed you so much” she said before pulling him into another quick kiss.

“I missed you more” He quipped with a smirk 

She rolled her eyes then leaned into his neck her teeth tugging his ear lob.  

“Impossible” she whispered.

“Nah it’s not mama” 

If she only knew how much he loved her, he told her but he doesn’t think he’s ever done good enough at explaining it. Maybe the reality was he could never, that no one could ever explain how he felt about her.

Before either one of them could speak about who missed who more, Manny’s grip tighten on her plump ass. He could feel the softens of bare ass. His hand glided over more to find the string of her thong.

“Oh mama you know better then to be out here in just my shirt and a thong” He felt that familiar pang of possessiveness and hungry fill him.

She rolled her eyes again before grinding against his harden cock. Her head tilted slightly to the side in faux innocents.

“But you like it daddy” she whispered seductively. 

He had to tamper down the lust starting to consume his body. The whole point of him coming home was to talk with her. He had a very heated conversation with Canche and there were things she needed to know. Manny started to feel bad about the decisions he made without her but there was no other options.

She could see the change taking over his soulful brown eyes. She felt a slight twist of worry as she tried to read his face. Something was going on and she had a feeling she wasn’t going to be happy about it. But then again could anything be worse then him almost dying a few weeks ago in that Mayans blood bath? 

She was fully aware he was stabbed and thrown off the roof. She cursed him out so bad for thinking it was a good idea to climb the roof. But it did work in his favor, he black out and then was left out of the rest of the blood shed, no one paying him any mind, most likely thinking he was dead as he laid bleeding until Alvarez showed up. She had to swallow to push back the acid that threatened to rise just at the thought. 

“Let’s go on the house mama”

X

They were staring at each other, he was intensely watching her as she stared back at him in disbelief and anger. 

She was conflicted but the only thing she could think to say was “No”.

“No?” He repeated, he shouldn’t be surprised but he was. He thought she’d jump at the chance for them to be together again after weeks apart.

“Absolutely, Manny are you and Canche fucking crazy?” She hissed at him. 

They were sitting on opposite couches in the living room. Once he broke the news about having to stay in Santo Padre until further notice and him renting a house so she and Bella could move out there in the next 2 days she plopped on the couch across from him, she couldn’t even sit next to him she was so angry.

“We’d be together”

“I know Manny, I want nothing more but our whole lives are here!” She started to yell.

He sat there watching her, letting her express how she felt.

“I-I mean, our friends, your family! My job! I-we can’t Manny. You have to talk to Canche, he needs to know this doesn’t work for our family” She said in a final tone, shaking her head. 

“YN-“

“No Manny” She said as she got up, “I will not move my whole life again! I already moved here to Yuma to be with you! I left my family behind! The only life I ever knew! And th- the club gets you whenever! Did I know that from the jump? Yes! Did I still choose to be with you? Yes! But they don’t get to do this!” She fussed as she paced back and forth infront of him. 

“Canche isn’t-“ 

“Fuck Canche! I know what happened was horrible to his son but Manny you have to see this isn’t right! Bella’s whole life, my life, has to change because of what Canche wants?!” 

“It’s just for a while” Manny replied.

She scoffed as she walked towards the kitchen. 

“You just said you didn’t know for how long Manny! Don’t bullshit me!” YN threw over her shoulder at him. She turned to ignore him as she went to pack up the rest of the left overs. 

“Stop yelling!” He said slightly raising his voice. 

She took deep breathes, knowing if Bella woke they wouldn’t be able to have this conversation. 

“Listen mama, Bella is still young enough-“

“DON’T! don’t use her age as if that matters! Her life is HERE! MY LIFE IS HERE!” She yelled with her back facing him, the need to be quiet gone almost instantly. 

Within seconds she heard the thud of his boots and felt his hand grip her arm to swing her around. Her back being slightly thrown into the counter. 

“IS WITH ME!” Manny yelled as he winced from the pain of his healing chest wound. “YOUR LIFE AND BELLA’S LIFE IS WITH ME AND EVER I AM!” He yelled. He deep brown eyes blazing with anger. She knew it wasn’t toward her but toward this situation he couldn’t control. He winced again as he tried to control his breathing. 

Her eyes started to gloss over. This wasn’t supposed to be happening. They should be eating or fucking right now and their doing neither, just this bullshit. She pressed her lips together to try and stop the sob that threatened to rip from her chest. He should be focused on healing not this.

Apart of her knew he was right. Their lives were meant to be lived together regardless of where that was. But this just don’t seem fair. She would have to pick up her and Bella’s lives in 2 days and move almost 3 hrs away. 

Manny leaned forward, his face close to hers as she looked down at the spot on his chest she knew the wound was healing. The tears started to slip and she didn’t care to cash them away. 

“Hey hey hey” Manny said as his hands left the side of the counter he was caging her in between and gripped her face. His thumbs whipping away the tears. 

“Mama look at me” He said softly, he waited til her eyes found his. 

“I need you and Bella with me. I can’t go another day being so far away wondering what y’all doing, how y’all day is going, are y’all safe?“ He whispered, “My life is nothing with out y’all. I can’t control what is going on right now but I can make sure my family is with me, I cant live anymore days not being able to see or hold you and Bella when I want, and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened and I was so far away” He confessed in a soft voice with a hint of fear. 

She leaned her head forward so it leaned on his chest. Her soft sniffles the only thing that can be heard now. They stood like that for what seemed like hours. Just holding each other in the peacefulness of their home. The home they spend the last 4 years building together. 

“Ok” she whispered into his chest.

He stilled. She could feel the weight and tension leave his body after her acceptance of the situation.

“Thank you mama, I promise I’ll do whatever I can to make this easier for our family” He promised as he kissed the top of her head, his large hands running up and down her back. 

“The house better be just as nice as ours here” she sassed him,She felt his chest rumble before she leaned back into the counter pulling from his embrace, “and I don’t want to get rid of our home here either”. 

“What ever you say mama” He answered smiling down at her.  

She rolled her eyes at his charms as small whines could be heard from monitor, letting them know Bella would wake any moment. YN watched Manny eyes light up. 

“Go get her daddy” She said shooing him away to go get the toddler would be ecstatic to see him.  He pecked her lips once more before turning and jogging towards the stairs. She watched as he flung his kutt and shirt on the couch. His lean bare back disappearing up the stairs. 

She smiled seeing some things may never change. When home he always rid his shirt and kutt before embracing this daughter especially after a long ride through the Desert. 

She felt a little bit of peace wash over her as she heard his voice speaking to their daughter through the monitor, knowing he would keep his promise to do everything he could for their little family. And though they had to make this move to Santo Padre, their family would always be first to them both. 

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[mossy-rainfrog]

[ID: A digital drawing of Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson from Stranger Things, mid DnD campaign. Eddie has grabbed Steve by the waist and dipped him backwards as if in a dance, looming over him with a playfully menacing look on his face. He is wearing fake vampire fangs and licking his teeth as he grins widely. Steve is blushing, with his hands outstretched to his sides in surprise, and his eyes are wide as he stares down at Eddie’s fake fangs. They are in Steve’s house, with various plants and nondescript photographs around the room. To the side of the drawing, there is a small panel showing Dustin Henderson, who is also in the room, sitting at a table with dice and a character sheet in front of him. He looks disgruntled and asks “Should we roll for initiative now?” Beneath him reads a bar of text that says “Live Dustin reaction” in all caps. End ID.]

HIIIIII sorry for not posting art for a full month, July was hunting me for sport💙. anyways @martinbelovedblackwood�� wrote this absolutely fucking incredible steddie fic (that got me to watch s4) and I have been utterly consumed by it ghlbkjsdlgk pls give it a read if you enjoy steve having many bi crises, robin being the most beloved menace in the world, everyone processing and coping with their trauma, joyce, and also steve coming to a dnd game. so many shenanigans ensue. anyways this piece has kept me up way too late already so please take it from me before i start editing it again <3

Alternate versions under the cut!!

I call this one “woa, bisexuality be upon ye”

[ID: The same drawing as before, minus Dustin, and this time with very strong blue, purple, and pink lighting coming from the bottom right. The light is patterned light the bi flag, and saturates the whole picture. End ID.]

And this one was the result of me fighting with text colors for two hours and then giving up hslkdfsldh bon apetitty i guess. (for context, yes, Steve’s character is named Buttercup and yes it’s a Princess Bride reference. have i mentioned you should read this fic)

[ID: The same drawing, minus Dustin, but with bright red text that reads “Ohh, you smell delicious! I will truly enjoy sucking you dry, my dear Buttercup.” End ID.]

[batboymunson]

Hear me out.

Halloween '87

Eddie goes as one of The Lost boys (vampire) and totally steals you away from whatever asshole had taken you to the shitty Halloween party.

hero of the night || e.m. [fem!reader]

❀ synopsis; you weren't one for parties to begin with but something told you this one was gonna be different

❀ word count; 612

❀ warnings; some sexual harassment, underage drinking; NO STRANGER THINGS S4 SPOILERS!!

❀ note; this gif gives me life alongside this absolute slamdunk of a prompt - i'm such a sucker for halloween so take that and add eddie munson? i'm smitten. thank you sm for requesting, i hope you enjoy!! <33

AS MUCH AS YOU DIDN'T WANT to be at Marcus' Halloween party, you weren't having the worst of times. You had turned your mother's old prom dress into the beautiful red dress of Princess Buttercup having fallen head over heels for the movie that had been released just weeks earlier.

Nursing a solo cup of jungle juice, you kept closer to the walls of the house and mingled with the few people you recognized when you could actually hear over the commotion and music.

That content feeling melted away when your date sidled up to you, reeking of booze and hardly able to stand straight.

"Come dance," they slurred, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you close to them. You sneered and tried to push them off but that only egged them on. "Don't fight it, darlin'; if you wanna get rough there's always some rooms upstairs."

You scoffed. "As if. Get off of me, now."

As they leaned in to kiss you, you reeled back and threw the remaining contents of your cup in their face before tossing it aside. They sputtered and the other partygoers around you backed up, some whining about being in the splash zone.

Wiping the drink from their face, they stared at you with eyes like daggers. "You're gonna pay for that, you whore."

"Coming through!"

All of a sudden, the hand that was once holding a cup was now wrapped up in someone else's as they ran by, taking you in tow. Regaining your footing, you looked ahead to see a mop of curly hair bouncing as the two of you weaved through the crowd. Once you both were in the clear, standing in Marcus' backyard on the cusp of the woods, the hand slipped out of yours.

"You okay, (Name)?" Your savior asked and you nodded, catching your breath.

"Thank you. . .wait, Eddie?" You had finally gotten a good look at his face and said boy offered a small smile. "What're you doing here?"

"Saving your butt, princess," he retorted. "But for real, Gareth dragged me here cuz some chick is here. I didn't really want to come but I guess the universe knew you needed a knight."

"Yeah, some Westley you are," you teased, gesturing to his "costume". "What're you supposed to be, anyways?"

Besides the "blood" painted on his face and cape on his shoulders, Eddie was dressed in his normal Hellfire shirt and jeans, adorned with chains and rings as per usual.

Dramatically, Eddie took the hem of his cape and lifted it to where only his eyes showed. "I'm the blood-sucking vampire that's come for sustenance!"

Playing along, you placed the back of your hand to your forehead in a "fainting damsel" manner. "The hero becomes my killer in an unexpected twist!"

"I've come for your blood." Eddie swiftly dropped his cape and pulled you close by your waist, bearing his "fangs". "Oh, ah, shit."

Your words had gotten lumped in your throat as he had grabbed you so casually, which it took him a minute to realize what he had done before he stepped back. You responded by stepping forward, your eyes never leaving his as you guided his hands back to your hips.

"I-In fairy tales, doesn't the hero, uh -" You trailed off as, slowly, Eddie placed his pointer finger under your chin and lifted it up ever so slightly. "They uh, they get a -"

"May I?" He cut you off, his voice just barely above a whisper as your faces inched closer instinctually.

"Please," you whispered, eliciting a breathy chuckle from the boy before he closed what little space there was between you.

“As you wish.”