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allpromarlo · 1 month
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i don’t think a character has ever polarized me as much as geto has. i will hate on that mfer without a lick of shame but let me see ONE fanart of him and
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positively-peachy-143 · 2 months
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can't someone just love me enough to wear matching jewelry with me D:
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Worst Ut/Dr Fanon Thing Tournament:
Round One, Part Two!
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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years
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Autumn Snz Prompt Day 3 - Sick After Midterms - Teacher AU - Steddie
New AU! I honestly disliked this prompt, and wanted to find a way around dealing with a college AU, so this is what came out of it. I hope you enjoy!
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The thing about midterms, is that every person worries about them, and all of the students come to school to take them, even if they’re sick. Which, in the middle of October, they definitely are. So not only does it spread germs to other students, it spreads them to faculty as well. This includes Eddie, who doesn’t even teach a damn core subject or have a real midterm. 
He has a test, of course, making sure the eleventh and twelfth grade students in his theaters arts 3 and 4 classes are understanding the material. Kids who are in TA4 usually all pass any quiz or test he gives out, random or planned. He enjoys working with the kids, and enjoys that they’re the ones who are absolutely going to be actors and actresses for the rest of their life. 18 is a fun age, they have wit and snark, and are (mostly) done with excess hormones and bratty attitudes. 
The last day before fall break, the last day of the teens midterms for the week, Eddie walks into his large room with a sore throat, aching head, fever, and a large to-go cup of coffee, generously given to him by his husband, who’s on his way to his own office near the gym. 
Throughout the day, Eddie lets his dramatics take over. He and Steve have the same break period, but the guitarist stays at his desk when the last of his third period files out. His sinuses are aching, which makes his face throb. Blinking sluggishly, he’s not sure how long he stays hunched in his rolling chair until a hand is being placed onto his shoulder, causing Eddie to jump. 
“Hey, I came to check on you,” Steve frowns. 
“Hey, I came to check on you,” Steve frowns. 
The theater teacher wants to make a joke, say some witty line or lean in and kiss his husbands lips. Instead, he makes a small noise and rubs a hand down his face, turning to cough tiredly into his arm. 
“How’re you feeling?”
Steve fusses with Eddie’s hair, then presses a cool hand to his too-warm face, making the older man let out a small whine. Usually, if he’s sick, he powers through, maybe makes a joke about how germy he is. Today he’s aware he’s unnaturally quiet and listless. He just doesn’t have the energy for much else. 
“You’re burning up baby.” 
“I feel like garbage,” Eddie grumbles, sniffling. 
An itch blossoms in his sinuses, and he turns away, arm heavy as he pulls it to his face. 
“iiGKtSCHew! IhKSHHuhew! ihhGtShh’EW! Fuck..” 
“Bless you.” 
The sneezes scrape at his throat, and when Eddie swallows, his ears tug painfully, uncomfortable in a way that makes him grimace. Chilled, he lets his head fall to Steve’s shoulder, before finally forcing it up again. 
“I’m gonna get you sick.” 
“Like I care? You should see yourself Ed’s. You look sick as hell. Two more classes and we’ll be home okay?” 
Steve grabs a chair and sits with him the forty minutes they have left. Eddie starts drifting, head pillowed against his crossed arms on his desk. He wakes up when his husband jostles his shoulder lightly. 
“Hey baby, you gotta wake up, the bell’s about to ring.” 
Groaning, Eddie rubs at his face, giving Steve a hazy look. 
“You going to be okay if I leave?” 
“Yeah,” the long haired man croaks out, throat aching up into his ears. 
Not very convinced, Steve hugs him tightly then heads back to the gym. Eddie leans back in his chair as his second half of theater four comes in, all looking at him worriedly. Eddie rolls himself to the front of the room, back to the stage they have protruding from the wall. 
“Ok, listen up kiddos. I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck, eaten by Cerbus and spat back out. I have your test. Finish it, hand it to me, then do whatever the fuck you want, as long as it’s not loud and you can grab something to make it look like you’re working if Higgins comes in.” 
All the kids nod. A few of them make sympathetic noises. Eddie has one of the kids, Will; his favorite, hand the test out. It’s quiet aside from the sounds of pens and pencils scratching against paper. Slowly, people start finishing, handing the test papers to him. 
“They’ll be graded eventually, probably not for the first day back,” he adds, voice raspy after the last 18 year old hands the midterm in. 
The students wince at how bad he sounds, his voice on its last leg. Sniffling, Eddie stands and coughs, shivering as he makes his way across the room to throw a few tissues away. As he starts back to his desk, the teacher's head starts swimming, and he fumbles, putting a hand on the wall. 
“Woah, Mr. M, you okay?” 
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Eddie rubs his eyes and determinedly gets back to his chair, letting out a shaky breath once he’s got his head leaning back. 
“Do whatever, just don’t make my headache worse.” 
When the final bell rings, Eddie stays put, waving half heartedly to the teens. The door shuts with a click, and he’s alone, cheeks flushed red, nose pink, skin pale. He feels entirely too cold, body shaking as he stands, knowing he needs to get his things. 
His classroom is completely cleaned up- Will and Max had taken it upon themselves to clean up everything that they could. Fumbling for his backpack, he picks it up and his arms feel like jello, unnaturally weak. Sniffling wetly, Eddie coughs into his arm and sluggishly goes to find Steve. 
As he walks into the Hawkins High gym, he spots Jason and Chrissy arguing about something. The basketball and cheer coaches are flaring at each other and Eddie, who has to walk by them, wishes he could teleport instead. He’s always hated Carver, from middle school to now, but it’s been a deeper loathing since Chrissy broke up with him and the blonde decided to make everyone’s life a living hell. 
The petite strawberry blonde stalks off in the opposite direction before Eddie passes, but he doesn’t get as lucky with Carver, who zeros in on him. Normally, the theater teacher would have some snarky one liner to direct at the jock, but he’s too tired, too sick, and as he brushes past the man, Carver moves and Eddie stumbles slightly into the wall. 
“Watch where you’re going Freak.” 
Eddie blinks at him, giving a tired cough into his arm. His head throbs as he does, and Jason stares at him with disgust on his face 
“The only reason you’re even a teacher here is because Harrington is the Athletic Director, and he sweet talked the superintendent into ignoring the fact you used to sell drugs to kids, and the fact you failed senior year twice,” the coach sneers. 
“Probably, now if you could move,” Eddie grumbles, really not in the mood to deal with more bullshit. 
The thing is, he’s sure Carver is right. The first school Eddie had applied to, he’d been denied. Then the second. He’d sworn to himself in the beginning he wouldn’t work at Hawkins High, wouldn’t go back to the place he spent 6 years of his life in hell. But he needed a job, so he’d applied and then somehow been accepted. He’s sure his husband had everything to do with it, but he’s never brought it up, because at the end of the day, he’s still got a job, despite however he got it. 
“You sick or something Munson? God you’re disgusti-“ 
“Hey Eds,” Steve walks out from the hallway that leads to everyone in the athletic departments offices.  
“Steve, think your husband is sick, might wanna take him home,” Carver says tersely, eyes traveling over the both of him. 
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m doing now, Jason. But thanks for the info. I’d also appreciate it if you’d not harass him,” Steve’s voice is clipped, and Eddie’s sure he uses the word harass to signify he can go to HR. 
“See you after break,” the blonde growls, stalking away. 
“You okay?” 
Steve’s got his bag with him, keys around his wrist. Eddie nods and rubs at his face, swallowing. He just wants to go home. 
“Can we leave?” His voice gives out at the last word, but he doesn’t bother trying to clear his throat, instead he just shuts his mouth and lets Steve lead him to the car. 
At least they have the next three days off. 
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orphics-posts · 2 years
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The way literally all tua fic writers have to tage no incest is so fucking funny
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drakenathan · 1 month
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trans-buckleyy · 18 days
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seeing those lawsuit era fics w like 118 bashing reminds me of the teen wolf fandom and having to block like five diff versions of the tag "bad friend scott mccall"
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trans-ghostboi · 3 months
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Fuck being socially awkward while simultaneously requiring attention
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killa-trav · 6 months
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i hate it when boys idk add me on snapchat cos like are u going to message me or what????
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vialaviolenza · 7 months
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Changes :: ✧ New graphics. ✧ New Carrd. ✧ Canon Bio's complete :: Dio Brando. ✧ New OC's Added (Bio's complete) :: Parfait, Milano, Ambrosia, Purin. ✧ New OC's Added (Bio's incomplete) :: Amaretto. ✧ Updated verses for Dio Brando (Phantom Blood, Stardust Crusaders, AU ), and Donatella Romano (Golden Wind, Steel Ball Run).
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mooncheese3 · 9 months
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haunted
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smittenbyschmidt · 1 year
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it’s ❄️❄️❄️ out. I am not pleased.
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sadboybutch · 2 years
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Hrgrgr most men are not attractive to me but I also can’t stop fantasizing about a man just taking me hard
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breakbeatbun · 2 years
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sunlit-mess · 28 days
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I can only take so much, but lately, they have replaced my reflection. And realize I'm just as bad as them.
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kitamars · 1 year
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so it was valentines day yesterday huh
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