#angsty ish

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

“Fuck’s your problem, Hagan?”

Billy cocks his head to the side with disinterest, eyes glazed over and red as he transparently sizes Tommy up. Lets his eyes wrack up and down his figure like he always seems to do when he’s around. Like he’s trying to figure something out.

Tommy huffs and shoves his hands into the pockets of his letterman, glancing briefly over at Munson on the other side of the campfire. Lounging in the dirt with his hair strewn messily across Steve’s lap.

“Yeah,” Eddie lilts. Shifts restlessly, stretching out like a bored cat until a hand cards into his hair. “This is kind of a private kickback.”

What he says earns a chuckle from Billy, but Steve is stone-faced. Staring up at Tommy with an unreadable expression that makes his skin start to crawl.

Just a ways behind the trio, the waves lap softly at the gravelly shore. Otherwise out of sight in the inky black darkness just beyond the reach of the light from the fire.

Tommy shifts his weight on his feet. Stares back at Steve.

They both know how fucked up this is. Granted, maybe Steve doesn’t see it as the flagrant mockery that it is, but instead an instance of moving on.

Beside Steve, Billy leans close. Pressed right up against him, like he’s trying to assume Steve’s perspective. To see what he sees. Think what he thinks.

Steve simply sighs.

“No idea what his problem is,” he says.

Tommy clenches his fists.

“Lover’s Lake?” he hisses.

On the ground, Steve rolls his eyes. Shoves his shoulder into Billy’s and stays leaned against him.

“He’s mad ‘cause this used to be our spot,” Steve murmurs.

This gets a rise out of Billy, who whistles as he loops an arm around Steve’s neck. Not yet connecting the full picture.

“Jealous, freckles?”

“Oh, he is,” Eddie chortles.

The two share a giggle, meanwhile Steve holds his stare.

There are words sitting on the air. Heavy and dark, billowing like the smoke between them. Steve was never very good at playing nice once he got a few puffs in.

Being under the influence makes him a real bitch.

“You should leave,” Steve says.

Plain and simple. The other two quiet down enough to turn their listening ears on, both looking up at Tommy with amusement, and it makes his skin burn with anger at the lack of understanding.

Tommy nods at Hargrove.

“I get him,” he says. Then gestures to Munson. “But this is a new low for you, isn’t it? I mean, you only keep him around for the free weed, right? That’s cold, even for you.”

Steve glares, removing his hand from Eddie’s hair and smoothing it down to rest over his collarbone.

“Funny,” Steve lilts.

“Shouldn’t you just take him about back and put him down? It’d be decent of you.”

“Oh, like I put you down?”

Tommy chuckles. Leans forward ever so slightly. Lowers his voice.

“Dead dogs don’t come crawling back.”

There’s nothing but the crackling from the fire and the distant sounds of the shore for a moment. Two moments.

Steve’s expression softens.

“Go home, Tommy.”

Now, there are no giggles, no smiles. Munson has a vacant look in his eye, and Billy braces himself to stand up. Ever ready to enforce Steve’s will at the drop of a hat.

Understanding.

Tommy holds his palms up in mock surrender, stepping back and spreading a smirk.

“I’ll go. Seems like you have loads to talk about.”

He can feel the burn of Steve’s glare on the back of his head after he turns to walk away, retreating into the darkness of the treeline.

Even after getting the last word, he knows that nothing he can say will cause enough upset to restore things to how they were. Can never subvert Steve enough to sow genuine disdain.

There are murmurs around the fire, soft-spoken words and kisses shared in the warmth. Gentle caresses and reassurances. Explanations.

They are a king, his knight, and his jester. Held up, safe and cozy within the sturdy walls of a castle, after all.

And Tommy is cold. Shivering as he treks back to his truck parked out by the road, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes misty with bitterness.

Knowing he never had a place at all.

-

Loosely inspired by this post by @plistommy :0)

#tommy hagan #steve harrington #billy hargrove #eddie munson #harringroveson #steddilly #metalsandwich #stommy #angsty ish #I’m a sucker for betrayed jealous tommy #like it’s his fault but he’s so upsetti spaghetti about it #my writing #ficlet #unedited

[fusionnukacola]

same anon who asked for the companions favorite songs, could you do what songs fit the companions this time? thanks again <333

Of course anon! I love asks like these. I'm super tired so I'll list the lyrics and songs, not explanations for now. Sorry :(

Cait: Cinderella Man by Eminem

"There's a storm comin' that the weatherman couldn't predict I start to bug, prick, you better flee, 'cause I get ticked It's a wrap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked I got up, I'm back to punch you to the ground, you're tricked"

Curie: Fourth Of July by Sufjan Stevens

"Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head Was it all a disguise, like Junior High Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction Now, where am I? My fading supply

Did you get enough love, my little dove Why do you cry?"

Paladin Danse: My Body Is A Cage by Arcade Fire

"I'm standing on a stage Of fear and self-doubt It's a hollow play But they'll clap anyway

My body is a cage That keeps me from dancing with the one I love But my mind holds the key

You're standing next to me My mind holds the key

I'm living in an age That calls darkness light Though my language is dead Still the shapes fill my head"

Deacon: Freaks by Surf Curse

"My head is filled with parasites Black holes cover up my eyes I dream of you almost every night Hopefully, I won't wake up this time"

Desdemona: The President Has A Sex Tape by K.Flay

"The president has a sex tape The oceans all dried up The devil got the dealer The dealer got the dollar Don't tell me I can live off love The president has a sex tape Your daughters aren't safe at night I got a feeling that my body is owned A feeling that my body ain't mine"

Hancock: The Other Side Of Paradise by Glass Animals

"Bye bye baby blue I wish you could see the wicked truth Caught up in a rush, it's killing you Screaming at the sun, you blow into Curled up in a grip when we were us Fingers in a fist like you might run I settle for a ghost I never knew Superparadise I held on to But I settle for a ghost"

MacCready: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant

"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked Money don't grow on trees I got bills to pay I got mouths to feed There ain't nothing in this world for free I know I can't slow down I can't hold back Though you know I wish I could Oh, no there ain't no rest for the wicked Until we close our eyes for good"

Nick Valentine: Time Waits For No One by Freddie Mercury

"Time waits for no one We've got to build this world together Or we'll have no more future at all Because time It waits for nobody Nobody

You don't need me to tell you what's gone wrong You know what's going on And it seems to me we've not cared enough Or confided in each other at all It seems like we've all got our backs against the wall

Time waits for nobody Time waits for no one We've got to trust one another Or we'd have no more future at all"

Piper: Cigarette Daydreams by Cage The Elephant

"You can drive all night Lookin' for the answers in the pourin' rain You wanna find peace of mind Lookin' for the answer

Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall, you were lookin' out of place Gathered up your things and slipped away No time at all, I followed you into the hall Cigarette daydream You were only seventeen Soft speak with a mean streak Nearly brought me to my knees"

Preston Garvey: ...History Has Its Eyes On You.... from Hamilton..

"I was younger than you are now When I was given my first command I led my men straight into a massacre I witnessed their deaths firsthand I made every mistake and felt the shame rise in me And even now I lie awake, knowing history has its eyes on me History has its eyes on me"

X6-88: Oh No! By MARINA

"I know exactly why I walk and talk like a machine I'm now becoming my own self-fulfilled prophecy Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no, oh!

One track mind, one track heart If I fail, I'll fall apart Maybe it is all a test 'Cause, I feel like I'm the worst So I always act like I'm the best"

Elder Maxson: Viva La Vida by Coldplay. I can't help myself

"It was a wicked and wild wind Blew down the doors to let me in Shattered windows and the sound of drums People couldn’t believe what I’d become Revolutionaries wait For my head on a silver plate Just a puppet on a lonely string Oh who would ever want to be king?"

#angsty ish #didn't include codsworth or strong sorry :( #had no clue what i would put for them #long post #long ass post #cait #fallout 4 #fallout #fallout 4 companions react #paladin danse #cait fallout 4 #deacon #preston garvey #piper wright #nick valentine #curie #x6-88 #desdemona #elder maxson #arthur maxson #maccready #hancock #fallout 4 companions

[a-fan-of-yours]

u can find part 1 here

=D

#yumalia #angsty ish #have it! #=D #:D #and i think this part cost me my english grades =) #but i really wanted to finish it properly #angst #wakfu #wakfu amalia #wakfu yugo #yugo the eliatrope

[insecxreasalwqys]

actions > words

In this au, when the k of diamonds happened(read my short canon thing i made as a summary of the k of dims which was my first post), they were friends. (in the thing i wrote, they werent friends, because, once again, they werent friends canonically.) this is kinda angsty btw, i was also inspired by ep 3 kinda.

“Thank you.” Were the taunting last words of kuzuryu. It was like chishiya couldnt move. He froze there, looking at the seat his friend was sitting in. The only person who cared. The only person who was always there to hear him out. To make him feel important. Something his parents or anyone else around him did. Was it him? Something so bad, so wrong, that he did, for this to happen. Nothing good had ever came for the past 21 years of his life, and once something good happens, it gets taken away from him? He didnt know what to do. He got up, grabbed one of the tablets, and left. Before he left, though, he looked down at it. “Game clear” the screen read. And as he may have not realized, a tear fell down on it. Why did everything happen to him? Kuzuryu died for chishiya, even when chishiya begged him not to. Chishiya felt he didnt deserve to live, and he told Kuzuryu that. But kuzuryu died, asking chishiya to live a better life. To get out, and to live a better, happier life. He died believing that chishiya would. He asked him to watch his back, and move past this. “Just, dont, i dont know, die.” Kuzuryu laughed before his last words, aswell. “Dont die, and move past it.” Chishiya repeated to himself, over, and over again. If there was anything he was going to do, was exactly what keiichi said. Its what his friend wouldve wanted. There was no pointing in mourning him (in chishiyas opinion) , if he couldnt even fulfill his own friends wishes. Actions speak louder than words.   Now, we will give you a choice. Either stay in the borderlands, and become a citizen, or, go back into the real world. Chishiya knew exactly what he was going to pick. “I will go back.” Chishiya said, loudly, before anyone else could speak. “I will leave too.” Niragi stated. “Hmm, i think ill go.” Some other dude said. Most people chose to go back, but these 2 psychos decided to stay.  Sometimes, he still thought about it. He tried not to. But it wasnt really horrible. Whenever he was sad, or unmotivated, he would think of kuzuryu, and that would motivate him. He swore to himself to never, ever, forget what a great man kuzuryu was. And chishiya would forever look up at him.

Chishiya was the only person to ever come to kuzuryus funeral. But he would. Every, single, year, of his life. He put down flowers next to kuzuryus grave and lit some incense. Looking down at all the flowers he put down throughout the past 10 years. He was now 31. “Thank you.”

This was short, and kinda cheesy ik, but have an amazing day/night!

#alice in borderland #Chishiya Shuntaro #aib chishiya #shuntaro chishiya #aib Kuzuryu #kuzuryu keiichi #keiichi kuzuryu #canon divergence #angsty ish

[artiststarme]

Wayne didn’t know why the world hated his nephew. Through his eyes, he saw the same innocent boy that was dropped on the stoop of his trailer with only a garbage bag and a black lunchbox to his name.

He certainly didn’t see the murderer and cult leader that the rest of Hawkins saw. Or the freak that the world would come to know him as. Eddie Munson was the softest kid Wayne had ever known; crying when bugs got stepped on, cuddling stray kittens at the trailer park, and adopting all of the outcasts that the preppy bitchasses turned on.

Even though Eddie was now 20 and struggling to graduate high school for a third time, Wayne loved him. He was the light of his life and the reason he woke up every day. Wayne’s brother may have screwed up everything in his life but the one good thing he brought to the world was Eddie.

When that Dustin kid gave Wayne Eddie’s guitar pick necklace, he felt his heart die a little bit. The love deep in his soul flickered out to join Eddie wherever he was. But still, he moved on. He cleared Eddie’s name and helped the kids pin the murders on the Creel boy. Wayne kept going like his purpose in life hadn’t died in those earthquakes.

And on one random day when a knock on the trailer door turned out to be a scarred and an emaciated Eddie, his heart started beating again. Because his boy was back, he wasn’t gone after all.

(Wayne didn’t mind the large flock of teens that came with Eddie’s return. He didn’t mind the fluffy haired kid that always held Eddie and kissed his face. No, with his boy back in his life, Wayne had more than enough love for all of them.)

#I can’t decide if this is mushy or angsty hmmm #stranger things #steddie #ish #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #uncle wayne

[anonymouscheeses]

Day 13: Abstraction

I'm not sorry.

#the amazing digital circus #amazing digital circus #tadc ragatha #tadc fanart #tadc pomni #tadc art #digital art #art #fanart #artists on tumblr #buttonblossom #jesterdoll #ragapom #circus yuri #digital yuri #tadc abstraction #i dont really make angsty-ish stuff #also. for that one anon :>

[imfailingmyacademics]

Blurred Reality

#I discovered the smudge brush. #>:D #It STILL took me a whole hour #Why are all of my drawings blue ish that's funny I don't like blue much. But dull blue is the angsty colour #bsd #bsd dazai osamu #bsd nakahara chuuya #bsd osamu dazai #bsd chuuya nakahara #bsd fanart #rikasart #I don't know what's happening in the drawing

[drowning-in-webnovel-chapters]

Just a pattern I've noticed

#angsty canon -> soft fanfic #soft(ish) canon -> angsty fanfic #tcf #orv #trash of the count's family #omniscient reader #omniscient reader's viewpoint #lout of the counts family #fanfics #fandom culture #if you've read 1000 years of life and compared it to literally almost any orv fic you know what Im talking about

[nadiasna7]

"You're gonna break my heart..." "I'll try my best to keep it safe."

I just find it funny that Steve has a reputation of a womanizer (kinda). But he's *very* loyal to the people he cares for. And when he falls in love, he really falls... And I have this idea that Eddie is apprehensive at first because Steve may not take it as seriously as he does. Little did he know...

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #IDK IF IT MAKES SENSE #I WAS TIPSY WHEN I DREW IT #still tipsy #soooooo #yeah have this little angsty-ish idea

[bl00doodle]

DOODELS

#my art #tryignt o do sm shit help i wanma draw and finish things so baddd #the brown sketches r me crying @ the phrase 'to be loved is to be changed' i wanna make a sad emo angsty comic abt shadows loss and pain an #still endong up with a happy life bc. 🧍‍♂️ fuck i want that for myself too #THE 2NDD... MY SKY PIRATE GRANDMA MARIA AU 🫶🫶🫶🫶 basically shes super inspired by dola from castle in thsky lol #shes putting makeup on shad bc hes going on his first date ever.... #in his 50yr immortal ish ageless life hes going on a date and maria will damn sure make sure hes gonna have a nice one #ehehehe guess whos hes going on a date w....👁👁(obvious) #uhhhh the cat is just older blaze leik burnin blaze inspired by her concept art #one of her hair styles is like fire and im like. thats fuckin cool!! #sHE GETS STRIPED AND GETS FWUFFY WHEN SHES OLDER bc i think its kyut 🫶 #makes her related to big the cat ehehehe alt dimension shit or smhtn idk im not thinking anymore #oh fuck i forgot to tag the charas #sonic the hedgehog #maria robotnik #eggman #shadow the hedgehog #blaze the cat #amy rose #sonic chao #uhhh it uink thqts it #sowowiwjekwo #sowwy its a mess

[curapicas]

CXS: Shut up I'm trying to think

LG: *smiles smittenly about it*

#link click #this man is so whipped he's like ''aaaw he's telling me to shut up'' #I take no credit for finding this someone pointed this out on twitter #shiguang #ish #shiguang daili ren #ep 5.5 is about a married couple but I won't tell you which #I'm also posting this bc the amount of notes the angsty posts I do makes me wanna eat GLASS why do we suffer so much

[puyoupuyou]

⚠️cw // blood / amputation / severed limb

wisdom, courage, and the goddess statue

gouache on tiny cardstock comms for bluedreams on twitter!

#the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #loz #totk #loz fanart #totk fanart #traditional art #gouache #art commisions #blood #hehehe it’s always fun to work on angsty and horror-ish subjects

[doubledyke]

dissociatED ch. 3

edd makes a confession

The contents of an overflowing black grocery bag poured into a pile on Ed’s paint speckled project table. Eddy gave the bag a final shake for good measure before tossing it and a lengthy receipt to the floor. The biggest perk of hanging out at Ed’s after school was that they never had to worry about cleaning up before they left- though that never stopped Edd from doing a cursory trash collection at the end of the night.

“Bon appétit, boys.” The shortest teen pronounced flatly after having first dibs at the avalanching mountain of snacks. He then flopped onto what was left of Ed’s mattress and dug a Game Boy Advance from one of his generous pockets. With a handful of sour gummies crammed into his gob, he listened for the usual jingle as the device powered on.

The lump was next in line to make his selections and went straight to work, stacking bag after crinkling bag of 2 for $1 treats in the crook of his arm. Once satisfied with his haul, he spun around daintily on his big toe, but was halted mid-pirouette by the waifish boy waiting patiently behind him. Edd toppled to the floor with a surprised yelp and flinched as packages slipped from Ed's clutches onto his face.

"Sorry, Double Dee." In one fell swoop, he was returned to his standing position by the herculean strength of Ed's free arm.

“That's quite alright, Ed- ED! What in heaven's name are those?!” he exclaimed, spotting the contraband just as it was unsubtly tucked behind Ed’s back. Lips pursed and arms crossed, he flashed The Look. 

“Really, Ed. Butterscotch disks?” His skinny neck snapped toward the bed to address the one who'd surely been the mastermind. With a voice as artificially sweet as the various treats that littered the floor, he resumed his questioning. “Eddy? Why, pray tell, would you make the purchase of goods containing butterscotch knowing Ed’s allergy to the confectionery?”

After he paused his game, Eddy’s unamused glare traveled slowly from his accuser to his accomplice, then back.

“It was I, Double Dee.” Ed’s noodle head hung shamefully, a jutting bottom lip garnering little sympathy from the room. “The siren of scorched butter beckons me with her syrupy serenade!” A fake sob punctuated his surprising use of syllables. 

“Ed, I only ask that if you’re planning on ingesting potentially injurious indulgences to at least provide some notice! You’re lucky mister, that I, for one, have learned from your history of impulsivity, and keep a topical antihistamine in my bag for times like these. However, there may come a day when I won’t be around to-”

The diatribe was thankfully cut off by the timely roar of a muffler-less Buick Estate approaching the house. Eddy glanced up at Edd who in turn looked at the remaining member of their trio. Ed stared a thousand yards ahead while he tore open a pouch of Pop Rocks and emptied it into his mouth. The teens waited in silence as the wagon steadied to a rumble in the driveway before sputtering out when the engine was cut. A car door was heard creaking open and slamming shut, followed by footsteps that squeaked across the floorboards overhead.

“Welp, dad’s home. May I be excused, Double Dee?” Carbonated sugar crystals exploded off his tongue as he spoke. Edd took a step back and raised a finger, but before he could offer his pardon, the perpetually sticky boy was clambering up the stairs to attend his nightly roundtable reprimand. Ed remained outwardly unaffected for being the person his family used as an emotional punching bag. It was nothing new, and as disturbing as it was to his friends, they’d learned not to harp on it. Still, Edd's chest tightened with guilt for eating into a rare moment of peace with a well-meaning but unnecessary scolding. He managed to stave off a further spiral by vowing to apologize later. 

Before retreating to his usual spot on the old blue chair, he sorted through the mess of snacks on the table. To his pleasant surprise, Eddy had taken the time to locate his special request: unsalted dry roasted edamame. A giddy peek at the bed found two eyes peering back at him over the handheld console until they darted back to the tiny pixelated world on the screen.  

“Thank you, Eddy.” He flashed a weak smile and sat cautiously on the decrepit recliner, wondering if this would be the night it finally collapsed. With his weight fully settled, he breathed a weary sigh of relief then sluggishly rummaged around his satchel for a source of cerebral stimulation. On quite the rebellious streak as of late, his eyes shifted scandalously as he thumbed past his homework folder and opted for a decidedly more recreational selection. He settled as comfortably as he could to begin yet another read through of Finnegans Wake.

By page five he realized he’d just been staring at the blocks of text without processing their deeply ensconced meaning. The exposed plywood digging into the small of his back was only partly to blame for his distraction. Being alone with Eddy these days was rare and resulted in an unavoidable onslaught of complex thoughts and emotions.

Three years feels like an eternity when you’re a kid. But the collective trauma caused by the events of the summer before 8th grade remained evergreen in Edd’s restive brain. Much like everyone else in the neighborhood, he’d been shell-shocked by the revelation of Eddy’s abuse at the hands of the man he misguidedly idolized. The image of his friend, unguarded and gored took months to shake. It was made all the more difficult by his own incessant replaying of the tender moment the two shared immediately after the carnage.

He wondered what Eddy felt when reflecting on the overt display of affection. Did he look back on that moment with the same warmth? Did he look back on it at all?

An eerie quiet loomed over Rethink Avenue after the incident. Since his painfully public humiliation, Eddy left his days of bunco artistry behind and seemed to be exploring his newfound individuality- or so Edd hoped.

Despite their initial outpouring of empathy, the kids struggled to maintain a tolerance for Eddy once it was clear that his riley temperament wasn’t as easily dropped. Ed and Edd didn’t mind of course; they loved Eddy for the firebrand that he always was. The trio was closer than ever, and weren’t particularly bothered by their largely unchanged status as outcasts. Some things had changed, however. It wasn’t long before Edd noticed a disparity in how he viewed his two closest friends. He and Ed were still akin to brothers, offering comfort and protection from their less than ideal home lives.

But "brother" no longer seemed an appropriate label for Eddy; thinking back, he wasn’t positive it had ever been. Eddy often teased that they were “partners in crime”, prompting Edd to roll his eyes in tepid disapproval. Now, with the so-called crime behind them, did that mean they were just... partners?

At first, this shift in perception was easy enough to shrug off as another fleeting infatuation- after all, he still had a bit of a thing for Nazz. But the passage of time did nothing to sway this new sentiment. By now he’d long given up trying to deny the dangerous appeal of Eddy’s casual insubordination, the bizarre charm in his audacity, his inexplicably endearing immaturity. Not to mention how fetched Edd was by his patchy goatee and trendy hoop earring.

Suddenly everything Eddy said or did was under scrutiny for some implicit meaning. Every indiscreet invasion of personal space and cheeky comment was taken as a hint that he might just feel the same about Edd.

Then again, Eddy wasn’t shy by any means, so if he did have similar feelings, surely he would have mentioned it by now… right? Given the boy’s turbulent upbringing, it was reasonable to assume that he was simply too afraid or embarrassed to broach the subject. Plus, the mildest affectionate gesture made his skin crawl- a fact that Edd was painfully aware of.

The concept was completely foreign to him, as years of touch starvation were starting to take its toll. So much so, that he’d recently found himself looking forward to the occasional odiferous bear hug from Ed. Nonetheless, he respected Eddy’s boundaries, ever-changing as they were.

The mixed signals were a tad frustrating, though. One moment he’s utterly unapproachable, the next he’s practically on top of you. Edd could no longer control the way his lip quivered during those moments. The way he'd turn beet red and still be utterly incapable of looking away.

“Take a picture why dontcha? Weirdo.” The croaky voice snapped Edd’s mind back to the crumbling purple walls of the basement where he’d been gawking at Eddy for the entirety of his impromptu reflection. He emitted a few indignant scoffs and squeaks while scanning the immediate area for something else to look at.

“Oh no, I-I wasn’t…W-Well I was just…”

“Relax, Sockhead, I’m just joshin’ ya .” His brow curled in genuine concern at the mortified expression on Edd’s pallid face.

“Oh, of course, a joke. Hehe. Funny.” His eyes grew large just as he shot abruptly from his seat and snatched up the discarded grocery bag from the cement floor. Spread out flat, it was just wide enough to provide a barrier between the rancid mattress and his pristine pants. With a painfully tight grip on his bony knees, he twisted rigidly to face the portly object of his affection. The unexpected proximity had Eddy slowly shrinking into the corner.

“I need to get something off my chest, Eddy, to clear the air, so to speak.”

Eddy perked up slightly. “Seriously, it was just a joke. I don’t think you’re that weird.”

“Never mind that.” Though impertinent, the clarification was some relief to Edd. He continued, “After considerable time spent deliberating, I’ve come to accept that though my selfish unburdening may well bring about unintended consequences, I simply can’t go on ruminating and rehashing hypotheticals. For my own sanity, it’s best I know exactly where I stand- where we stand. You have my word that no matter your reaction to what I have to say, I won’t be upset. I only ask that you take into consideration my sensibilities when forming your sincere response.”

“For chrissake Edd, just spit it out already! You’re makin’ me nervous.” The Game Boy was shut off and tossed aside so he could wipe his sweaty palms on the thighs of his jeans.

“Eddy, I-”

On cue, pounding footsteps barreled down the groaning stairs. Their newly liberated friend burst into the room sporting his trademark slaphappy grin. Eddy’s indignant glare lingered on a jolted Edd, whose attention was drawn elsewhere.

“I am back, you guys! Pass the ointment, Double Dee!” Resilient as always, Ed stomped over to the buffet of junk in search of something salty to accompany his disks of discomfort.

Eddy stood up on the bed briefly before hopping to the floor and yanking the lofty teen to eye level by a handful of his jacket collar.

“Welcome back, big guy. Hey, listen, I just remembered there’s this gargantuan bug in my bathroom and I need Double Dee here to come see if it's poisonous.”

“Oh, why Eddy, if you simply provided a description of this aberrant arthropod, I’m certain I could-” His innocent offer was snuffed by a clammy hand over his mouth. He fought the immature urge to bite one of the fingers. Like it was his fault that Eddy’s on-the-fly excuse was so easily refuted.

“You're in charge of holdin' down the fort till we get back, got it?”

“Roger Wilco, Eddy!” A ground shaking stomp and stiff salute served to drive his unclear point home.

“At ease, Lump.” He landed a few affectionate wallops on Ed’s bicep, then shot a look at the quasi-entomologist. “Let’s get this over with.”

The old table buckled when Eddy leapt onto the corner to gain access to the window and shimmied through the ever tightening port to the backyard. 

“Double Dee?”

Edd stopped on Eddy’s trail to answer, “Yes, Ed?”

“If Eddy’s bug needs a place to stay, there is plenty of room in my humble commode.”

“How… considerate of you, Ed. I’ll inform, um, it of your very generous offer.” He turned to leave but was quickly sidetracked again.

“Oh, Ed!” He looked up with doe eyes and placed a gentle hand on the boy’s sinewy forearm. “I’d like to apologize for chastising you earlier. It’s not my place to dictate the decisions you make regarding your health. Though, it’s probably best to provide you with your own tube of diphenhydramine cream. Just in case.” An affiliative smile spanned his face for the few seconds he waited for a response.

“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cured meat. And I am quite partial to bologna.”

“Yes, well. I’d best be on my way if I hope to avoid an ear-splitting admonishment of my own.”

The ginger haired giant gaped, eyebrow cocked, as the boy’s spindly arms struggled to lift the weight of his equally scrawny lower half out of the basement. After spending several seconds watching his friend’s kicking legs and pained grunts, he lurched to the window and nudged Edd’s rear with just enough force to send him stumbling into the patchy footpath outside. Once somewhat stabilized on his disproportionately small feet, he hollered his appreciation.

“Thank you, Ed! Back in a jiff!”

Standing coolly at the end of the front yard, Eddy wasted no time pulling out a metal case and matching Zippo from another of his many pockets. His thumb stroked the crudely buffed out initials of the case’s previous owner as he popped it open. He pinched a slightly stale menthol cigarette between his lips and used his left hand to block the breeze, his right to light. That first fiending drag of nicotine always left him woozy. Using a light post to steady himself, he watched through heavy lidded eyes as Edd flounced into view.

The out of shape boy’s dramatic heaving stopped as soon as he whiffed the acrid aroma of tobacco.

“Eddy, I’d prefer you didn’t do that upwind of me.” He swallowed hard and watched the cherry glow red as Eddy inhaled another puff, a characteristically devious grin forming around the carcinogenic tube.

“You’re the one standin’ so damn close! C’mon, I ain't out here for my health.” 

With that, the pair started down the sidewalk to Eddy’s home. Their shared lack of spatial awareness resulted in the frequent bumping of shoulders, elbows and hands as they shuffled along in silence. A gust of autumn wind on top of the awkward physical contact prompted Eddy to lip his cigarette and shove his hands in his jacket pockets.

The whimsy of marcescent leaves rustling in the nipping breeze had Edd recalling the many idyllic scenarios wherein he finally makes his long awaited confession. Planning was the one constant throughout all of his fantasies; scheduling a time that was convenient for them both, meeting at an undisclosed- and tastefully atmospheric -location, and reading from a deliberately worded billet-doux.

Instead, the rosy imagery was choked out by another miasma from Eddy’s mouth. He grimaced, watching the discarded cigarette land in a growing pile below the back window. His attention was then quickly drawn back to his prospective flame who, in a heartening display of etiquette, had stepped back and was motioning him through the bedroom’s exterior door as it whirred open with an inviting gush of warm air. It wasn’t the moss covered stone pergola hidden away in the vast secret garden of his daydreams. But the clean, well-decorated interior of the bedroom was an improvement.

Edd lingered by the door, looking on while his wheezing friend slunk off to the bathroom. 

“Go on then,” The husky boy was heard a few minutes later, garbling through the foam of toothpaste in his mouth. “I’m listening.”

Edd bit his lip and took a few reluctant steps toward the middle of the room. The sound of medium bristles scrubbing properly aligned teeth echoed off the tile floor of the bathroom. He cleared his throat loudly and adjusted his hat. Feeling a bit dispirited by Eddy’s seeming indifference, he struggled to maintain focus on the task at hand.

You’ve come this far, Eddward. Turning back is no longer an option. Besides, you’ll feel better once you’ve disencumbered yourself. Go forward!

“Hello? Earth to Double Dee?” The voice was now outside the bathroom. Eddy flicked the light off on his way out, slung a retro patterned hand towel used to dab his mouth over his shoulder and zipped to his vanity. There he refreshed his CK One.

The corners of Edd’s mouth tightened. Choosing the right words from the hundreds that bounced around his brain at any given second was more challenging than expected. The wrong one could lead to a critical misunderstanding, which might cause irreparable damage to their already at-risk relationship.

Eddy managed to pry his eyes from his reflection long enough to turn around and face Edd who looked to be fighting a losing internal battle. Nothing new there.

“Forgive me. You’ll understand if I’m a bit nervous.” He faked a chuckle. A second clearing of his throat expelled the first words that came to mind.

“I’m quite fond of you, Eddy.” Dilated pupils darted to the furthest corners of his bugged out eyes. The stocky body in his periphery didn’t move.

A bit lackluster, but a good start. Elaborate.  

“To put it more plainly, my indelible admiration for you has taken on a romantic hue… Hours of introspection, countless thought experiments and an economy-size box of facial tissue have all led me to this conclusion.”

His stiff neck ratcheted slightly to the right, followed by the rest of his body as he dared to close much of the space between them.

“I’ve grappled with the possibility that said feelings may be unrequited. And in the event that you do share my sentiment, less than two percent of adolescent affairs last beyond high school...”

Emboldened by adrenaline, he froze where he stood, now only a couple feet away and placed a heavy hand on Eddy’s broadened shoulder.

“That said, I’m truly hoping that for once, the odds are in my favor.”

Edd's gimlet eye and uncharacteristically forceful grip had Eddy weighing his options for an escape; if he was quick, he could slip out from Edd’s grasp and leg it back to Ed’s. No way he'd want to keep talking about this in front of Ed. Or, he could fake the sudden onset of some obscure disease- a surprisingly reliable option.

His eyes narrowed as he debated, fixed on the wisps of thin, dark hair resting against Edd’s cricked neck.

“Eddy?” The voice was so low it prompted Eddy to look around for the source.

“Why’s everyone think I’m gay, Double Dee?” There was a genuine curiosity to his question, though he dreaded every possible answer.

Edd withdrew his hand and used it to anxiously massage his bony chest. His lack of facial expression was typically an indication that he was on the verge of collapse. Eddy tried to be subtle in taking a small step back.

Now, look what you’ve done. Why would you touch him? And with unwashed hands, no less!

Feigning maturity was beyond tiresome. Edd wanted to throw himself on the ground, kicking and screaming until he got his way. He’d half a mind to inform Eddy exactly why everyone was so quick to make judgements regarding his sexuality. Figuring he’d already put enough strain on their friendship for one night, he instead played dumb. 

“Um… Far be it from me to dissect the complexities of your identity, Eddy. It seems, based on your reaction, that even my perception was skewed after years of friendship.” The adenoidal quality of his voice returned once his throat was cleared a third time. His hand instinctively pressed against his burning cheek, then tugged at the zipper of his quarter zip sweater.

Eddy’s short rearward steps continued until he collided noisily into his rickety dressing table. After confirming nothing had broken, he contested.

“So a guy bathes regularly and knows how to put together an outfit. That makes him a f-” Noting Edd’s disapproving squint, he quickly found another word. “...Fruit?” 

If the context weren’t so gut-wrenching, Edd would have laughed out loud at the boy’s callow reasoning. 

Oh, Eddy. My obstinately oblivious abettor. 

Behind the beads of perspiration on Eddy’s scrunched forehead a war raged on; a conflict between conscious and unconscious mind. To think, someone whose last name wasn’t Kanker was interested in him. And it was Double Dee of all people- the finicky genius, wise to the many skeletons in Eddy’s overloaded closet. The guy who even seemed to have the dames figured out wanted him. It was doing wonders for his recently shoddy self-worth. And he could’ve easily been carried away on that cloud had it not been for the anchor of doubt, despair, and disgust keeping him firmly on the ground. It was true, he knew Eddy like one of those tomes he read for fun. So if Edd thought he was bent… That meant he’d better keep growing out the goatee.

“Eddy, my personal interests aside, I feel I must reiterate: There is nothing nefarious about same sex attraction. It is entirely amoral, despite hegemonic messaging to the contrary.” He paused, remembering that morality wasn’t exactly topping Eddy’s list of priorities. He tried a different angle.

“Gay and bisexual men aren’t inherently less masculine than their heterosexual counterparts. Sexual orientation has no bearing on how someone may choose to express their gender identity.”

The blank look on Eddy’s face was proof enough that he remained unmoved by the attempted appeal to logic. He pinched the bridge of his nose and tapped his foot impatiently.

“Eddy, are you going to listen to me or your father, who can only be distinguished from archaic man by his ability to cajole elderly widows into the peeling leather interior of dubiously discounted daily drivers?”

The fist-clenching frustration that prompted his outburst dissipated quickly, replaced by pity when he met eyes with the confused young man before him.

Still at a loss, Eddy knew his friend was right. But as far as he was concerned, to admit that was tantamount to coming out.

“I’m sorry, Dee. It’s nothin’ personal, really. I just don’t swing that way."

#back on my bullshit with all this alliteration but its fun what can i say #some day i'll write a fic that doesn't end with a line of angsty dialogue but today ain't that day #as usual i'll probably reread and make changes but i gotta cut her loose for now #oh and in case it wasn't obvious this takes place like 2-ish yrs earlier than the main story #fic

[multifandomenjoyerr]

Hi honey!(/p, if the nickname makes you uncomfy let me know!!) it’s me again!

Could I request Aizawa and Sir Nighteye from bnha as caregivers to a baby regressor? Your the best and remember to drink water!!

💤 Aizawa & Sir Nighteye Cg headcanons 🖍

🎸; i'm fine with any nicknames! If anything I'm more surprised (I'm not used to being called anything lol) also u are speaking my language honestly,, we need more aizawa and sir nighteye cg!hcs. Especially nighteye because I haven't really seen any of him yet— so I here to deliver:] and remember to drink water as well kiddo!

⚠️: timeouts (brief, with aizawa), implying of Nighteye's future/fate(?), Insecurities (with Nighteye)

Aizawa 💤

💤 ; he isn't a people's person, we all know that. Preferring to keep things to himself and prefers to avoid social gatherings and social interactions. However despite not liking the idea of being a 'people person' that doesn't mean he doesn't like kids

💤 ; he doesn't know how to explain why this is, but he hates seeing kids (especially his students) hurt. And this includes age regresors. He is most likely not a stranger to the topic; teaching a whole class id guess there's at least 2 students that regress. So telling him about this was a lot more easier on your part.

💤 ; quite frankly you didn't even plan on telling him at first. After his class before you went to Mic's class he pulled you to the side. he asked you a few questions about it; and after some reassuring words you told him about your regression. He just nodded his head and that was the end of it. Right?

💤 ; well, yes and no. This didn't affect how he taught you in his class. And he didn't really lower his intensity when it came to his rough training. (Afterall, you need to learn the hard way to get better at hero work right?) However after studying your behavior for weeks, he knew when you were Regressing and when you weren't. No matter how good you can mask it, he can sense something going on. Yk, dad senses.

💤 ; he knew he can't physically do much when it comes to training. It you were to slip during mid training he will take you to the side to have a small chat. If you're nonverbal/just don't want to talk about it, he'll take you back inside the school and let you hang out in the teachers lounge for an hour

💤 ; the teachers lounge is basically your small playground because of aizawa. There's a tv, books, a pillow fort, a toy box and fidgets. Don't have it? Just ask and he'll find a way to get it into the office

💤 ; he trust me. He was on his knees begging Nezu to just bringing in the books. Took alot of begging and convincing to get Nezu to bend. But he's got it

💤 ; can and probably will hold your hand at random when you're little. Missions are scary, especially if you're little and can't handle the stress— he will always hold your hand as if spiritually telling you he was there for you

💤 ; anyone saying anything mean to you/about your regression is a good way to be tied over the highway (of course not to the intensity point to where that person is in immediate danger. But to prove a point he wasn't to be messed with. Despite it sounding cruel, nobody says anything to his students. Even the other students.) Or he might just tie the person to a streetlight and it would take hours to get down. It just depends really

💤 ; immediately protective over you. If a villian even so much as put a hand on your shoulder, better watch out. Aizawa is on a rampage and nothing will calm him down until he got you back. And he always finds a way. I can promise you that

💤 ; if you misbehaved the only thing he'd do is put you in a corner and afterwards give you a stern talking to. But don't worry, he usually cracks and he can't find it in his heart to be stern with you

💤 ; proud dad. (holding a picture of you); "LOOK AT MY DAUGHTER/SON/CHILD!!" and will make sure to shove that picture in people's face like a trophy. He's.. interesting lol

💤 ; no such things as limited petnames? Have suggestions? He'll listen. If you don't want to be called anything, he'll listen! But if you don't care, he'll settle with "kid/kiddo/my baby"

💤 ; like taking naps? So does he. He'll invite you to his sleeping bag and will cuddle you inside it. He takes naps like 50% of the time. His favorite hobby fr

💤 ; the type of caregiver to check in on you often via messages. And hey, If you ask enough times he'd stop by your favorite restaurant before coming home

Sir Nighteye 🖍️

🖍️ ; being a caregiver isn't all sunshine and rainbows for him. He's often insecure about the caregiver 'lifestyle'. Often thinking you'd be better off with a different caregiver, or at least someone who could provide alot more than he could.

🖍️ ; after him being forced to stop being a mentor for Mirio, he grew distant and stopped trying to put effort into helping students in UA. Until he met you.

🖍️ ; him being your mentor and you being his new Mentee was something he didn't agree with at first. All might suggested the idea and he was like "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try."

🖍️ ; he was your mentor for let's say,, 5 months. And you two grown considerably close. Like any mentor and Mentee would. And that's when you had to tell him. It wasn't your cup of tea, but he'd end up finding out sooner rather than later eventually. His response being "oh. I think I saw that in a book of mine somewhere.." so I think he supports?

🖍️ ; it wasn't until the 7th month of his supervision he became your caretaker all together. (With our without guardian (s)) he still looked after you. Took you under his wing when you needed it the most you could say

🖍️ ; he noticed you slipped for the first time when you had a shut down. When he saw you start to cry, he began to almost cry too. Not that he can't handle negative feelings, but it's a weight in which if he messed up he knew he couldn't make up for it (depending the situation)

🖍️ ; that day he kept you in his arms, shushing you quietly and reassuring soft words to you. Not good with actions, but has a way with words for sure

🖍️ ; he cried once you drawn a picture of him. He put a thumbs up and said with a trembling breath: "it's good" while his glasses fogged with tears threatening to spill. My man can't handle affection in any way, trust me. Hell just end up either crying (happily) or praise you for like 2 hours. No in-between.

🖍️ ; he's like siri if you set a reminder but she doesn't stop reminding you and she doesn't shut up. That's basically how he is. "Did you drink water today?" "Did you get a good rest?" "Are you feeling better today?" He has good intentions, but he doesn't shut up

🖍️ ; carries around a backpack with things you might need. Coloring books and crayons, comics/books, maybe a few DVDs if they have a TV in the building, snacks, drinks and any gear if you use any

🖍️ ; the type to be like, "no we have too many (insert something) at home. You don't need any more" and by the end of your shopping trip he buys it anyways

🖍️ ; (if you don't mind petnames) he calls you Kiddo

🖍️ ; if someone has something negative to say, they better say it to his face. And trust me, nobody wants that.

🖍️ ; afraid to look into your future, fear he may see something that he doesn't want to see. So, he tries his best to not do direct eye contact, to not trigger his quirk when with you. He is pretty cautious when it comes to the eye thing ,

#Honestly proud of this 😭 #Poor Nighteye.. sorry if I made him a little angsty(ish) #sfw agere #agerespace #safe agere #sfw interaction only #Grey's Headcanons #agere blog #sfw blog #fandom agere #headcanon #bnha agere #As always #happy to make Headcanons for you Lottie:]

[cherrydreamer]

Ok, I'm having thoughts about S3 and a freshly possessed Billy who doesn't know what's happening to him but he knows it's something bad. He's waking up covered in blood and he's having all these weird nightmares and flashes of memory and he doesn't know what the fuck is happening, he doesn't understand, but he knows he's hurt someone and he knows it's going to happen again.

So he decides to go to the police. It goes against everything he believes, but he's a monster, right? He needs locking up. Putting down. At least then people will be safe. At least then he won't hurt anyone else.

So, in one of his rapidly decreasing lucid periods, he goes to the station. And he gets lucky. Because the air con is broken and the station is hot, stiflingly so. And it's just enough to weaken the Flayer and keep it at bay long enough that Billy gets a chance to talk to Hop who, at first, is happy enough with any excuse to get this punk kid behind bars. Teach him a lesson. Put him in his place. And at first he assumes that Billy's half sobbed, half screamed ramblings are something to do with drugs, some bad trip or something.

But then Billy talks about the shadow. And Hop really starts to listen. And he starts to worry. But he also starts to make a plan. Cause this Hargrove kid is a dick, that much is true, but he doesn't deserve this. No one does and, hey, they got this thing outta one kid, right? They can definitely do it again.

So Hop tries, by himself. He tells Billy's it's gonna be OK, that he's going to be fine, that it's not going to be pleasant, but they'll get this out of him, and that he needs to keep fighting, as much as he can, keep fighting, kid, with whatever you've got. You're gonna be OK.

And Hop just about manages to get Billy locked up and restrained in a cell, but he can see that it's a close thing; the kid is losing control and the thing is fighting back, and Hop remembers what Joyce told him about how they helped save Will, so he knows about cranking up the heat and talking through good memories, and he can do the first thing, sure, but he's kinda drawing a blank on the second. He barely knows Billy, beyond the trouble he's caused, most of Hop's interactions have involved issuing him yet another speeding ticket or seeing the tail end of the Camaro roaring away from a house party he's been sent to shut down, and Hop's pretty sure that kind of experience isn't gonna help him here. He knows he's gonna need some help from someone who actually knows Billy.

So Hop tries and tries, but he can't get hold of Max, and he can tell by the yells and the banging coming from the cell that he doesn't have long, so he calls the only other person he can think of. He calls Steve Harrington. And he knows that Steve and Billy didn't exactly have the best history, but Hop also knows that, along the way, something changed. He knows that Harrington's been in the passenger seat a couple of those times when Hop pulled Billy's car over, and he's pretty sure he's seen that same car parked up around Loch Nora.

So, it's a gamble, but he's got nothing else.

And Steve comes in. Hop's barely even started explaining the situation before Steve's agreeing to help, telling Hopper that he doesn't know Billy that well, not really, but he'll give it a shot, sure, and before Hopper can even warn him to be careful, Steve pulls up a chair right next to the cell door and starts to talk.

And it's not exactly groundbreaking, what Steve says, there's nothing big or emotional. He starts with, "Hey dude, you remember that game last month? The one against Westfield? You remember how we absolutely smashed them? The two of us and that whole, like, tag team play you came up with? Damn, man, that was awesome! They did not see that coming!" and then he's rambling about some time in the parking lot when Billy caught him singing along to a Queen song on the radio and, instead of mocking him, Billy joined in with his own air guitar solo before smirking and walking away. There are other things too, little in-jokes and references that Hopper can't make head nor tail of, smattered with advertising jingles and terrible impressions of people that apparently mean something to the both of them.

It's not much, not really. But that doesn't seem to matter.

Because it's working. Despite them being tiny things, all of Steve's little stories are having an effect.

Billy's fighting.

There are tears pouring down his cheeks and his nails are digging into his thighs hard enough to draw blood, but his eyes are fixed on Steve's and Hop can see how damn hard he's fighting.

And, this time, he's winning.

#harringrove #ish #cherrywrites #more drafts that I'm polishing just enough to clear them out #i also have the angsty whumpy aftermath of this but that's still very much in note form #but yeah it involves billy sobbing and steve barging into the cell to comfort him #i've written variations of this on discord so. yeah. i have nothing new i'm sorry! #but hey. it's something XD

[artiststarme]

His whole life, Steve had been waiting for a reason. The fight with Byers hadn’t been enough nor had the loss of Tommy and Carol. Nancy’s cheating and the humiliation he felt almost did it but not quite. The first run in with the Upside Down, the second, the beating from hell, not getting into college, disappointing his parents, the Russians, losing Hopper, none of it was enough.

But losing Max and Eddie was. It felt like Steve had lost his tether. His new friend, his potential for more, was gone. Max, the random girl that had grown to be the snarky little sister he’d always needed, was gone. After that, his ever-there backup plan started feeling a little bit less like a backup. As soon as the Buckley parents decided to move away with a reluctant Robin in tow, Steve was done.

He slunk away from everyone, hiding from their gazes and escaping in their grief. He didn’t need their scrutiny or worse, their fake concern. He didn’t have any affairs to put in order, no one would notice anything amiss anyways. Steve always existed in the background, until he didn’t. He slipped under the water of his pool one night and for once, he didn’t feel turmoil. Even as his lungs ran out of air and every cell in his body screamed for air, Steve only felt calm. And soon, he felt nothing at all.

#it takes weeks for anyone to find Steve sunk at the bottom of the dirty pool #when his parents see him they ignore him and simply continue packing their things #it takes even longer for anyone to care #but by then it can’t affect him because Steve is long gone #stranger things #steddie #ish #ficlet #steve harrington #robin buckley #very angsty-you’ve been warned #warning: suicide