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theysherobinbuckley · 11 months
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a little something I started but probably won't ever finish - alternate first meeting steddie! post s3, pre s4
(context: in an effort to cheer up his perpetually grumpy new neighbor, Eddie broke out his old skateboard and immediately ate shit for it. Cue Red calling none other than Steve Harrington to solve the problem...)
Red was barely in the door when Harringron turned on him, jaw clenched and fingers twitching. Having those dark eyes focused so entirely on him nearly made Eddie dizzy.
His lips were moving and- oh shit. Eddie was totally supposed to be listening.
"Uh, what?"
"What are you doing hanging around Max?"
Eddie frowned. "We're neighbors?"
"So?"
"So I'm being… neighborly? Is that illegal?"
"Neighborly is getting someone's mail while they're out of town. Not a super senior hanging around with a girl who's not even in high school yet."
"You better be fucking careful what you're accusing me of, Harrington, because to be honest, you don't look any better. Don't think I haven't heard your beemer pull up at all hours of the night. What the fuck is that about, huh? King Steve likes 'em young?"
Eddie's back hit the trailer before the last word even left his mouth. All the breath rushed out of him at once as Harrington pinned him with one arm across his shoulders.
"Don’t fucking say that," he seethed. "She's like my sister. I'm not- I wouldn't hurt her."
Eddie reached up to pat Harrington's arm placatingly, sending him as sweet a smile as he could muster.
"Hey, I believe you, man. I'm a little lost, sure, but I believe you." He sent a look to the trailer to his right. "Now can you let me down before Muriel sends Axel out to break your arm?"
Harrington followed his gaze and, upon seeing Muriel frowning from behind her curtains, dropped Eddie faster than if he'd told him he had the plague.
"We're in my kingdom now, Harrington," he said, grinning and waving in Muriel's direction. "These are my people. We take care of each other here. And Red's one of us, whether you like it or not."
Steve frowned, opened his mouth to respond, maybe even protest, but Eddie cut him off.
"I was just trying to make the kid smile, okay? So I got out my old skateboard, did a few tricks, busted my shit." He held up the ice pack he'd stolen from Red's fridge. "She called you 'cause she said you'd know what to do."
Harrington was quiet. Noticeably, he did not apologize for jostling Eddie's extremely sore wrist, but whatever.
"Did she?"
"Yeah, man, I tried to talk her out of it, but she seemed pretty confident you'd pick up. And here you are, so…"
"No, I mean- did she have fun?"
Eddie shrugged. "I mean, she didn't look as miserable as usual. Laughed a couple times when I fucked up a dismount. What's up with that, by the way? The constant dispair?"
Harrington's whole body tensed, and Eddie was almost scared he was gearing up to punch him just for asking.
"You remember Billy Hargrove?" he replied, his voice tight.
Eddie couldn't help but sneer at the mention of that piece of shit. Wayne had always taught him not to speak ill of the dead, but that didn't mean he couldn't think some choice things about him. Like the fact that he was pretty sure the guy was rotting in hell for all the things he'd said to Jeff in the school halls.
"Unfortunately. What about him?"
"He was Max's older brother. Step-brother."
"That's..."
"Fucked?" Harrington supplied. Eddie nodded. "Yeah. So I just- I need to make sure another Hargrove doesn't come around. Sorry I got all... you know. I've been told I can be kind of intense."
"No shit," Eddie laughed. "No hard feelings, I guess. Since it's in Red's best interest."
"No hard feelings," Harrington echoed. "Thanks for looking out for her."
Then, something Eddie had never even dreamed of: Harrington stuck his hand out, clearly expecting a handshake.
Huh.
It was over in a second, but Eddie's hand burned where Steve's had been.
"No problem. I'm kind of the park babysitter," Eddie replied. "Part of the job description."
Harrington lit up at that.
"I babysit too! Max and a few of her friends. 'S why I'm always around. I'm usually playing chauffeur for one of the other gremlins."
"That makes more sense than you having a torrid love affair with Susan."
"Yeah, she's not really my type," Harrington said with a smirk.
Eddie watched in shock as Harrington's eyes slowly, deliberately dipped up and down his form.
Talk about fucking whiplash. Eddie could still feel Harrington's strong arm against his chest, the brush of Harrington's nose against his own, the heat of Harrington's breath on his face. And now the king was checking him out?
"I see. Not into MILFs?"
Eddie was in the middle of making plans to staple his big stupid mouth shut when Harrington laughed.
"I'm more into brunettes."
And boy, didn't that seem pointed.
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mrbutchdyke · 1 year
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as a masc nonbinary person the gender envy I feel for vico ortiz is sooooo dangerous like. it's one thing when it's some fictional guy and it's all silly and goofy and probably unattainable. but when it's an actual real life nonbinary person clearly enjoying their gender in such a fucking real and genuine way. like delighting in their gender presentation. it's hopeful! it's attainable!!
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gh0stsblogs · 4 months
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young Tobs n EJ
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chrollohearttags · 6 months
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imagine taking musician!eren to a haunted house. Of course, he’s being a cocky bastard and mouthing off about how he’s not afraid. “I ain’t scared of shit I can’t see. What are they gonna do? Beat my ass?” He even goes as far as to invite Connie, Armin, Ony and even Jean just to prove there’s nothing to worry about. He doubles down and says they’ll shoot their new music video there just to drive the point home. “Alright, Eren. These are spirits we’re talking about. Play with it if you want to but don’t cry when something happens.” And the entire way there, he’s talking shit. These dumbasses even decided to bring a ouija board because he truly doesn’t believe in the paranormal. But it’s a different tune when they get there and start moving around..
“This ain’t even that bad, man. Ain’t no fucking ghosts in here, bruh.”
Connie, the first to mouth off is also the first to fly out of the room when he hears voices and realizes that it’s not any of you. You and all your girls decided to be smart and get all of the necessary protection beforehand so you’re not worried. Armin’s scary ass was shaking like a stripper before he even got through the door. However, they start losing their minds when they feel chills and stuff start moving on its own. “What the fuck was that?!” Eren, who had all the mouth in the world before…bumping those pretty little gums together, is now about to crawl out of his own skin because he just got a handjob from Casper and the lights are flickering. Yes, Mr. Living Dead Boy, dark aesthetic, always rapping about graveyards and murder is losing his shit and running around like a bad Scooby Doo montage all because they had to test their luck. 💔
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banemaus · 3 months
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jeffjack brain rot wont go away its been 10 years
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ejunkiet · 6 months
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can I come home to you?
i've had porter brain rot this week, and I wanted to explore Porter developing feelings for his new lover. >:3
redacted porter/treasure, rated teen.
cw: messy emotions, blood drinking, it's vampires okay.
“I like the glimpses I've seen of you, the real you. And I want to know more.” He holds their gaze for a long moment, an intensity there that steals their breath away, before he finally breaks the contact and looks away. “I’m not sure you’d like what you find.”
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can I come home to you?
“What do you see when you look at me?”
His voice is a low murmur, barely audible over the sound of the water, the glide of his hand along the skin of their naked back. They’ve been soaking together long enough in the deep seated bathtub that they run the risk of the water growing cold, but neither of them make any move to leave, lingering in the warmth of their shared body heat.
They can hear the slow, steady beat of his heartbeat through his chest, a familiar rhythm, reverberating against their cheek. It had surprised them to feel it that first night, the thrum of it beating beneath their palm through the silk blend of his shirt.
Expecting something else? His silver eyes had glinted as he asked the question, a sharp smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Don’t believe everything you read, my dear.
A lot of time has passed since then, and they know better. Vampires weren’t like the stories.
“Why do you ask?” They say instead of answering his question, twisting in his arms until they can meet his gaze. The water swirls around them, the cooler currents sending a chill across their skin, but they don’t mind it, watching him as they settle against the otherside of the tub.
“It’s just a question. Call it… curiousity.” He watches them back, a smile curling up the corners of his mouth. They can’t help the way their eyes are caught on the soft plush of his lower lip. “It’s been a while since I’ve had an arrangement like this. Indulge me.”
When he speaks, they can see the sharpness of his teeth.
It’s a symptom of the hunger. His eyes are darker than usual too, and they can see flecks of crimson in the halo of his iris, stark against the winter storm harboured there.
He hasn't fed from them yet. He’d hesitated when they’d opened the door to their apartment, the dark, sleek lines of his dinner jacket blending in with the shadows of the hall, his eyes sharp as he took them in, head to foot. They could feel every inch of their exhaustion as if it were a weight, dragging at their body. He could sense it too.
At their invitation, he’d crossed the threshold and taken them into his arms. You look exhausted. Let me take care of you.
And true to his word, he had.
“I see a beautiful man with striking eyes and a sharp smile. Intelligent. Charming. Devious.” He tips his head in acknowledgment, a smile curling his lips, pleased. “You know what you want, and aren’t afraid to ask for it. And I think that most of the time... you get it.”
His smile widens, an amused glint in the silver of his eye. “You wouldn’t be wrong.”
They return his grin, resting their arms against the side of the tub and tilting their head, considering him from under their lashes. “I… also think there is more to you than meets the eye. You hide behind your charm, but you’re not as slick as you think you are.”
Slowly, carefully, they shift in the water, drawing closer until they’re crouched between his legs, the subtle contact of skin on skin sending a thrill through them. His eyes don't leave theirs, dark pools so deep they could drown in them.
“I like the glimpses I've seen of you, the real you. And I want to know more.”
He holds their gaze for a long moment, an intensity there that steals their breath away, before he finally breaks the contact and looks away.
His voice is soft when he does speak again. “I’m not sure you’d like what you find.”
“I think I can be the judge of that.”
Reaching up, they cup their hand to his face, letting their thumb trace the soft curve of his cheek until he turns back to face them. He parts his lips, his eyes dark, the heavy weight of his pupils swallowing the iris, and he looks - hungry. On the edge of his control.
“You don’t scare me. And I want to help.” They offer him a soft smile, before they press the base of their thumb to the sharp point of his canine, applying pressure until it slices through.
A soft, broken sound escapes him as the blood reaches his tongue, before his mouth seals over the wound, sucking hard. His tongue laps at their skin, and they feel the edge of his teeth, before he reaches up to grip their wrist, his grip tight, but not tight enough to hurt.
Slowly, but firmly, he draws their hand back, the red of their blood staining his lips. Holding their gaze, he tilts his head to press a kiss against their thumb. Their skin tingles like pins and needles, before flooding with a rush of warmth. When he draws back, the cut is gone.
“You really are sweet,” he says as he lowers their hand, adjusting his grip until it’s clasped between them. His palms are soft, warm to the touch. “But you don’t need to do that.”
Their heartbeat skips inside their chest. “But you’re hungry.”
“I am.” When he meets their gaze again, his eyes are black as pitch, none of the iris remaining. His voice is soft, removed of inflection, and it’s hard to read his expression like this, caught in the dark well of his gaze. “But I didn’t come here for this.”
They’re not sure they believe him. It’s not as if they minded, either way. Their blood is a gift they offer to him freely. But… there’s a tension in him now, tightening the line of his jaw, and they realise that maybe they’d crossed a line, overstepped a boundary.
They take their hand back as that thought sits in their gut, the guilt a sudden, heavy thing pooling like lead in the pit of their stomach. “I’m sorry. I should have asked first-”
“None of that,” He cuts them off with a shake of his head, the dark strands of his hair curling around his face. “You did nothing wrong. Look at me, treasure.”
He waits until they do, his dark eyes steady on theirs, but not unkind.
“You’re kind, and generous. Perhaps… too generous.” He releases a soft breath, a smile curling up the corners of his mouth. “But that isn’t a bad thing.”
He holds out a hand, and after a moment, they take it, letting him draw them back towards him, lifting their hand until he can press a soft kiss against their palm. His eyes are silver when he meets their gaze again, the animal within contained, for now.
“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m older than I look. I can control my hunger. And this…” he brushes his lips against their knuckles, “...will be enough for tonight.”
He lowers their hand gently into the water and lays back against the edge of the tub. With a twist of his wrist, the water heats again, the steam curling around them like a soft caress.
“Stay here with me a little while longer.”
They’re not sure how long they spend together like that, warm skin on skin, touching, talking. At some point, they must fall asleep, as they wake to find themself in his arms as he carries them to their room, dressed in fresh pyjamas and the nape of their neck still damp.
From the flash of the night outside that’s just starting to lighten, clouds stained a reddish pink, the prelude of a new day. The sight of it sends a flicker of panic ricocheting through their chest, and they twist in his arms, fingers clutching at the front of his shirt. “Porter… the sky…”
He hums as he glances down at them, before following their eyeline to the window, smiling at the first signs of the encroaching dawn. “It won’t take me long to reach my lodgings. The sun won't be able to touch me. Don’t you fear, love.”
Love. Their heart skips a beat inside their chest at the way he says it, soft, as if he didn’t even notice himself saying the word as he carries them through their apartment
He places them gently on the bed, tugging their blankets up around them, and not for the first time, they want to ask him to stay the night, take shelter with them through the day, let this be more.
They swallow down the urge and instead say, “I’m glad you came.”
He pauses beside the window, lowering his hands from where he’d been lowering the blinds, a smile flickering across his features in the dim light, softer than they think they’ve seen from him before. “I am too.”
He watches them for another long moment, before he steps back from the window and turns towards the door. “Sleep well, treasure.”
A flicker of movement, and then he’s gone.
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lunicho · 4 months
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i've seen u talk abt &team's sizes a teensy bit like yuma and a bit of harua but i wanted to know if u have any other thoughts on them... like obv everyone on nsfw luné tumblr can just tell that k, fuma, and jo have demon dicks but what do u think abt that and the rest of the legal line 🤭
demon dicks 😭 ur funny nonnie 😭
fuma: i feel like personally,,, he's thicker than anything.. he's got a good length but nothing too crazy
ej: he apparently has small feet (found this out when they went ice skating and he realized his feet are below average size 😭) but he's still tall so i feel like he may be a little bigger than average,,
kei: idk i feel like it's just long,, it's not skinny but it's also not thick either,, i feel like he just has a pretty cock idk it's just kinda perfect
nicholas: hear me out,,, i feel like he's a grower,, looks unsuspecting at first but then ur like 😱😱😱 when he gets hard 😭😭 no but it's not humongous but i feel like it's long and a Little thick
yuma: like i said i feel like he's on the more average/smaller side,, he knows how to use it tho like his size has never been a problem and never will be 🙏🏾
jo: CAWK 😱 his is big in every way idc,, long and on the thicker side,, like his is surprising fr
harua: on the smaller side,, he's just a small guy so naturally his dick would be a bit smaller. it's not tiny but it probably would almost fit perfectly in ur hand <3
taki: idk tbh i feel like he'd just be average, he's not tall but he's also not small,, i feel like he'd just have the most average cock
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b1mbodoll · 8 months
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pairings: byun euijoo x f! reader
warnings: breeding + creampies + pregnancy + mommy kink + daddy kink + squirting
💌: was writing for hanbin but then i was like omg euijoo day and thought of how his childhood dream was to be a dad and wrote this 😵‍💫
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“c’mon angel, you can go again for me, can’t you?” euijoo’s voice is so soft when he speaks to you and it makes you weak, nodding in response before he begins to fuck you again. “such a good girl f’me,” he praises, “gonna be such a good mommy too — fuck — you’ll look so pretty carrying my baby, everybody’ll know you belong to me.”
he takes his time fucking you nice and slow, cock pushing his cum deeper inside of you with every move he makes. “‘s so deep, daddy.” you whine, but he already knows. he can feel the opening of your womb every time he thrusts and it’s overwhelming. “’m gonna cum, princess,” he warns, voice cracking as he rubs your clit. “wanna feel you cum ‘round my cock while i fill you up.” he twitches inside of you and your mind goes blank as you squirt, the pleasure too much to bear and the feeling of your juices spraying on his abdomen has euijoo cumming in thick ropes, some of his semen gushing out around his length due to your pussy clenching, milking your boyfriend for all he’s worth.
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timelessbibliophile · 8 months
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girls be like "this is my comfort character!!" and it's a character that hasn't felt comfort in years
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shoutout to ej caswell for:
overcoming and moving past everything that happened in season three for his own good
accepting that he was only going to be held down by his father’s unfulfillable expectations and distancing himself from him
managing to work four jobs and go to school but still attend clubs
doing things for himself and not because he feels like he needs to do things to live up to some perfect ideal
being the nerd of his new friend group <3
giving ricky the advice he’s really needed to hear since the past few seasons and guiding him through his problem
(and more or less being the backbone of the show whilst doing it because who knows what ricky would’ve done next if ej hadn’t been there to give him that tough love honestly.)
having a good conversation with gina about their breakup and just going with it when she told him about the movie
listening to miss jenn and honestly giving his take on her situation
for being everyone’s therapist and advice giver this season and just vibing with it the entire way
trying to boost ashlyn’s confidence about maddox, then helping them get together with the tree trunk he carved their names in way back when in season three when he predicted they would get together! our boy sees the future
agreeing to take the role of coach bolton when it was spontaneously offered to him on opening night and still managing to pull through with a great performance
and all in just two episodes!
gonna miss you, elton john caswell, king that you are. thank you for your service.
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matd0 · 1 year
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i was possessed by the spirit of 12 yo me.
tried to draw them like i used to loll :3
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Steve is such a guy that says "neat!" and Robin is a guy that says "groovy" and Eddie is a guy that says "sick." Nancy is a guy that says "fascinating"
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mrbutchdyke · 1 year
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joel wearing an "I love my gay child" tshirt bumping into ellie who's wearing an "I don't like men but my dad does" tshirt
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blues-valentine · 9 months
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HSMTMTS Final Season Spoilers:
Ricky and Gina’s first relationships (Nini/EJ) prepared them for their own trials this season.
The thing about Ricky and Gina going thought similar situations as PW and Rini is to showcase not just why they’re different but that they’ve learned from their previous relationships too.
Because that’s the whole point.
Ricky’s relationship with Nini failed not just because they outgrew each other but because Nini wanted bigger things for herself and didn’t feel like she needed Ricky to get that anymore. She herself said on the pilot that being away from Ricky actually made her come out of her shell and pursue leading roles. And Ricky wasn’t ready to accept that change so in order to protect that relationship he started to become too attached and making Nini feel pressured about balancing YAC and Ricky. He thought he had to put Nini’s dream on hold only to realize not only did it made him selfish but not a version of himself he wanted to be. This is why he corrected all of those mistakes with Gina when presented with the same issues. Not just this final season but last season as well. (X)
It was stablished last season, Ricky’s love for Gina changed what he thought he knew about love. Gina is the representation of change.
For Ricky, the idea of Gina and him growing apart and walking different directions terrified him — he has seen this before and it didn’t end with people choosing him. But he wasn’t going to be the old Ricky that would delete Instagram posts and be like “I want you to leave the movie and stay here with me” and that’s because he now knows that’s not how you love. And he isn’t going to make Gina feel guilty about living her dreams. And that’s why he was the most supportive and attentive boyfriend she could’ve asked for. And Ricky knows it could cost him losing Gina but he is ready to deal with that as long as Gina is doing what she’s meant to do.
For Gina, she was living her dreams but Ricky is also part of her dreams. Gina’s arc has never been just about finding success but finding a place to belong and she found that (with Ricky, with East High). By holding the whole movie offer from Ricky, she understood why EJ did what he did last season and I think it was a very good learning experience for her and closure for the two of them. Gina was very naive and new in her relationship with EJ and going thought that allowed her to understand other points. I feel like if she hadn’t been in a relationship with EJ first she wouldn’t have known how to handle this issue with Ricky. But as opposed to Nini, who basically told Ricky she didn’t come back for him. Gina would fight for Ricky. Because she wants both the fame and him and I’m glad they didn’t have her compromise on either of those.
The contrasts and differences in all of those relationships needed to happen. It would’ve been too easy if Ricky and Gina were just in a perfectly honey moon stage even with all of those circumstances. And I would say they handled it gracefully and better than others would have (including PW and Nini). The thing about Ricky and Gina is not just that they both give the other something they need (stability, propose, ambition, understanding) is that PW and Rini gave up on each other too easy. Maybe because they just weren’t the right person. And if anything the season shows is that whatever happens next Ricky and Gina will find a way to make it work together and unlike Troyella (“who are not a real couple”) Ricky and Gina are.
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chrollohearttags · 10 months
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firm believer that musician!eren definitely pulls signs from the crowd with LGBTQ+ or other important messages on them and holds them up while he’s performing. He makes it his mission for his shows to be a safe space and inclusive for everyone. He has a vest on it that says ‘Protect Trans Kids’ and ‘BLM’ that a fan painted for him and he will absolutely call out any asshole that’s been bigoted, racist or anything else. He would definitely use his platform to call out asshole politicians, screams ‘fuck the police’ every chance he gets and he’s radical as fuck in his music. Hates all authority and government. He just doesn’t play that ignorant shit at all. And he’ll definitely give speeches during his sets to his fans.
“You guys are my family. Without you, there’d be no me..never let some dumb motherfucker make you feel like you don’t have a place in this world. You matter, regardless of what you look like, what you are and where you come from. If nobody’s told you, I fucking love you. If you’re dealing with something and nobody knows, know that you’re not alone. You got me.”
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vurlient · 19 days
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Helen x ej real
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XD I got bored
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