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fiendtheanonymous · 5 months

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Honestly I was planning to make a long post describing why I love the Rowdyruffs so much even though they're A) canonically misogynistic and shitheads (largely due to season 5-6 which I ignore for the most part anyways), and B) underdeveloped. But all my mind can keep going back to is the realization that I like the Rowdyruffs for the same reason that I love Jasper from Steven Universe. Okay, nutty statement, hear me out.

I love the idea of characters who are fucked, or at least could be read as potentially fucked, and can be interpreted as fucked over in some fashion, particularly those that don't get too much development. I love absolutely diving into these characters to the point of it being arguably insane and far past the point of "me thinking too deep" about shit. I love seeing the potential of how they're similar or how they could have been similar to their counterparts (the Puffs for the Ruffs and Amethyst for Jasper), I love delving into the idea of how they could change for the better and the immense amount of work that would take. I love seeing how their relationships with their counterparts and how they play into one another could develop during their self improvement. I love the fucked up parallels and how there's some sort of tragedy to them regardless of how light it's treated if you think about it.

They're sad fucked little characters that the existence of inherently allows for so much wild character and world building that I cannot sink my fangs into deep enough. I love the idea of growth and overcoming and forgiveness and kindness even if they don't become these infallible good guys. I love the idea of both Jasper and the Ruffs becoming found family with their counterparts and I love the idea of them intrinsically understanding one another in ways that others can't. I love the six unit found family dynamic of the Ruffs and Luffs specifically and how many individual, duo, triple, etc dynamics it allows for. I love breaking down characters to their very essentials and making them rebuild and relearn everything they know. I love the idea of characters that either have an air of tragedy around them, or could be interpreted to overcoming their adversaries, making their amends, and bettering themselves.

And honestly, given the choice between Jasper and the Ruffs, I think the Ruffs would be the more likely to actually have a chance. I don't think they'd become superhero good guys (for a variety of nuanced reasons that depend both on canon and my self indulgent AU, they'd lean towards neutrality), but they're also five/six years old and have a lot of time to change.

Honestly, I think this bleeds into why I love Color Code and Quartz Sisters so much too. Yes I've talked about general found family here and that is applicable, but I want to talk about why I love the Reds/Blues/Greens as couples and Jasper/Amethyst as sisters so much. I love the parallels, I love the growth and the learning, I love the idea that people can truly change, I love the idea of understanding of perspectives of people who you'd think are total opposites but in reality share so much in common. I love building off of that and smashing canon and fanon together like a fucked up inventor creating my own stories about growth, redemption, love (all types! familiar, platonic, romantic, etc.). I love overcoming what is written to be fate and loving the people you were destined to despise. Jasper with Amethyst, and the Ruffs with the Puffs, not only existing together but caring about and loving one another is such a massive defiance of fate and what is expected of them, these dynamics inherently have so much weight behind them to get to that point, so much work and history to get where they were to say you could love people you were told to hate. It's defiance, it's revolution, it's carving your own fate and proving shit isn't sent in stone.

The Ruffs, to me, allow me to do all that and are absolutely a blast to work with. Much like Jasper. I love these shithead kids I am squeezing them like stress balls.

Also I legit just find them funny but that doesn't have to do with my passionate rant about how fate isn't set in stone and how I love seeing people better themselves even if said betterment more so lines up with what's "right" as opposed to what's "good".

Anyway, relevant lyrics from Pollyanna because it's not only just a bop but gives me feels:

tl;dr: I'm a sap who love parallels and growth. Also I quite literally just ended up making a long post as to why I like the Ruffs and their potential, I just shoved why I like Jasper and her's too in there.

I don't know if this is even comprehensible I'm writing this at 4 in the morning and scheduling it to be posted later today.

Should specify that just because I love growth doesn't mean that I want their counterparts to play therapist for them (which I see a lot of in both PPG/RRB fics and Quartz Sister fics 😅), they need to work through their own shit. Of course they can be supportive and help but I feel like so much fiction gets how to actually support characters going through their own redemption arcs/rehabilitation/domestication/whatever and just have counterparts play therapist instead which fucking sucks.

I know for a fact this won't convince Rowdyruff and Jasper haters given that so much of my obsession relies in fanon and "what ifs", I just want to give my perspective as a person who adores these characters and has them (along with the Powerpuffs and Amethyst) as comfort characters.

#ramblings #I love fucked up shitheads that I don't feel like are completly lost to becoming better #and I love diving into HOW I could make them better and how their environments failed them #*kicks feet* hee hee hoo hoo these characters are my chew toys #I get why people aren't a fan of these since they're done so fucking badly in so much work #a lot of fanon interpretations of the Ruffs and Jasper suck I get why people would get sick of them #but there's so much potential I love when people put the effort into character building and making their growth realistic #can y'all tell I've been pounding away at my AU and how the Ruffs could realistically get rehabilitated for a while now?#I've had so much time to think about this.#also not to get into it too much but I love Princess and Mitch for similar reasons of being potentially very sad and a bit fucked-#-if you think about it for too long #and it gives so much room for development #yes I am a Princess redemption enjoyer thank you for asking #but this isn't about them it's about Jasper and the Rowdyruffs

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alexxncl · 1 year

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NB DAILY CHAT SPOILERS

ALL OF THEM MOCKING ASMO ON HIS BIRTHDAYAKSHJSJSBSSJ

lucifer wins by default bc i didnt even think he'd participate but satan and belphie are a close second imo

#they're shitheads #i love them sm #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers

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look-at-the-stars-tonight · 6 months

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i was so so so annoyed by this "billionaire with a heart of gold" shit tms was peddling and the last couple episodes have been a relief

#the morning show spoilers #tms spoilers #the morning show #like i think he was always meant to be a shithead #alex has the worst taste in men ever #cory and bradley are my two faves... i can't believe he's doing them like this #yes bradley lied to the fbi. she's doing her best ok #yes cory did out her... and that's unforgiveable and whatever the fuck irl #but i love them both they're such messes #last time i posted about this a laura/bradley stan started coming at me #THIS ISN'T REAL BESTIES #and u can't control what other people think #preemptively putting it out there cause hate mail is annoying af to go through #anyways FUCK paul marks i hope this episode ends with his head on a stake #i got sidetracked the main purpose of this post was to say i knew that elon musk portraying ass would be bad

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shivasdarknight · 11 months

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I got more wips here and it's just more dialogue exchanges that I really adore

There was a lot that she said that Estinien could’ve commented on — the easy sleight against her that was the list she’d so helpfully supplied, how readily she mocked and insulted her beloved captain, or the relevant history of the spear — but instead he looked at her for a few moments to settle on commentary she nearly hit him for: “If how you portray your captain is accurate, then it truly does explain why you were such an unruly pain in the ass when you first joined the Knights Dragoon.” A pause. “Granted, you may be more tolerable now, but I see how this captain of yours has shaped you.” “Like you’ve any right to speak!” She had half a mind to go into all the ways he’d been a pain in the ass back then, but she caught the damndest thing on his face: the faintest of smiles, just barely visible. It stopped her from making any further comments, surprised it was there to begin with. “I don’t,” he replied. “But I’m still going to.” Maybe she’d test her luck with him again. Surkukteni gave him a once-over, a scoff of a laugh prefacing her response. “Despite all that’s happened, you still don’t know how to keep your opinion to yourself.” “If I did, then that’d be reason to believe I’d been replaced or possessed.” A pause. “But in all fairness — as much of a pain in the ass as you were back then—” “Please learn to come up with better lead ups to compliments.” The look on his face said that he wouldn’t so long as he lived; the quick “Pass,” only confirmed it. “The stir you caused among the dragoons was funny, I’ll admit.”

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killerchickadee · 1 year

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The thing about it being my Midwestaversary is like.... sometimes I wonder if I really was that unhappy in Colorado?

Yes. The answer is absolutely yes, and I hated it almost from the very first day. Like I look at Facebook memory posts and even within the first few months I was like, "I hate it here, why the fuck did I move here?" And I stayed there EIGHT YEARS. I've lived in 6 different states and even though I have lots of mental health issues so I'm never really happy, and I have mixed feelings about a lot of the places I've lived in, I've never been as miserable as I was in Colorado. And even though I knew it was bad I didn't realize exactly how traumatic it was until I left. I've been back twice and both times ended up crying because I didn't want to be there. That's.... probably not normal lol.

So like, is my life going well? Not at all lol. Would I say I'm happy? Probably not, because my work situation is shit and I'm a little lonely here (and also the aforementioned mental health shit). But I'm a million times happier where I am now than I was there. I fucking love the midwest so much. Special shoutout to @thebrideofcaliban and her husband for getting me the fuck out here.

#also I'm sorry but colorado is ugly #like sorry to my friends who love it there!!!! really!!!!#but since i left i had that opinion in my head and going back two weeks ago i was like... oh yeah #fuck ugly #i mean there's things i like #magpies!#and when you go hiking and there's not a single human-made sound to be heard #and driving through the plains and there's not another car to be seen for miles #and you can SEE for miles because there's no trees #i mean fuck i love trees but that is kind of cool #i know like 3 people from there who are absolute gems #....and i think they're actually from there so maybe that's proving some kind of point #because the transplants are generally the biggest fucking assholes on the earth #and THAT is what i hated so fucking much #i walked into my old target and some 17 yesr old with the worst spray tan I've ever seen was staring me down in judgement #in the midwestern cities I've lived in people literally could not give a fuck #i don't know what it is about the people who move to colorado but most of them are complete shitheads #....anyway yay i love you milwaukee

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dmclemblems · 2 years

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im just thinking suddenly about gw/ag miklan and edelgard like

lol r u fckn kiddin me

they basically implied that the empire had their hands full on the western front (for the entire game in gw bc miklan never dies in gw, only matthias does)

and u got edelgard over here like I FIGHT FOR A NEW CRESTLESS SYSTEM SOCIETY IF U DON’T HAVE A CREST U WILL STILL GET POSITIONS OF POWER U DO SHIT BY YOUR OWN MERIT YEAHHHH

and a little tumbleweed blows by the entire western front like girl are you actually fucking serious right now are you literally murdering people left and right to change a system that right before your eyes has clearly already come apart at the seams in faerghus

like girl you’re literally behind the times get with it you RLY over here talking about a future for fodlan that can “only” happen if xyz but... it... already... happened... outside the empire... which means... if YOU are still having trouble fixing YOUR system AS THE EMPEROR with the supreme power of your country where YOU have the final say in shit... girl... that’s a fckn Y O U problem don’t drag the rest of fodlan into ur shit

now mind you in gw claude also manages to change the system in his country and fix their biggest problems (re: the roundtable during war), which means both leicester and faerghus ain’t havin’ a hard time fixing their systems or the overall crest problem in fodlan

nah that’s LITERALLY an empire based problem if y’all still havin’ a hard time over there bc the rest of fodlan is moving on without a hitch

“but the CHURCH likes their cwest system uwu”

cool seteth actually complimented miklan and has a good deal of trust in his ability at the western front and even got approval from rhea to send their personal soldiers to aid miklan in the defense of the sturdiest fortress in all of faerghus, possibly all of fodlan so what im telling u is that RHEA sent her own soldiers to AID A CRESTLESS COMMANDER WHO WAS PREVIOUSLY DISINHERITED AND DISOWNED and left their lives in his hands bc ya boi seteth has a good opinion of miklan BASED ON WHAT HE HAS SEEN/HEARD ABOUT HIM and ain’t even worried about his crest situation he lookin at the MAN not the crest or lack thereof (mind you this information is shown in ag, but all the routes show the story from a different perspective, which means seteth still had to talk to rhea about sending church soldiers to aid the west and defend from the empire which as i understand it, miklan had the highest authority or at least one of the highest authorities in that area, but rhea and seteth put their soldiers in the hands of a crestless man and seteth found him very capable)

so basically tl;dr edelgard’s entire reasoning for war falls apart completely because it’s literally only the empire having these issues still, two+ years (timeskip+time passed during the war) into all the lords taking full power in their countries. she basically goes to war with all of fodlan to conquer it just so everything is the empire, not to fix the system in “fodlan” because the only system that needs fixing at this point is the empire’s. instead of focusing on fixing the empire’s issues, she assumes the empire’s issues are everyone’s issues and goes to war over it because she can only see what’s happening in the empire.

NOW MIND YOU that two years was spent by dimitri by reforming the crest system and his own private army. he had miklan located before he even knew edelgard was going to start a war. he had him trained in military thoroughly by matthias himself (who has defended against sreng for many years and has the prowess to speak of) and successfully created a private army of commoners. everything edelgard is claiming she fights for was already done and sealed in faerghus BEFORE she even started a war and yet she didn’t even think about the continent outside of anything in her immediate view i.e. the empire’s problems which she assumed were fodlan’s problem, showing how tunnel visioned she is and how if the empire is having problems she’s gonna make it everyone’s problem.

so basically her only goal is to make the whole of fodlan under the empire’s flag and nothing else because the rest of the shit she claims to fight for has already been in progress elsewhere and she’s THAT ignorant to anything outside the empire that she’ll start a continental war over the issues within the empire.

mind you any nobility things in leicester like... nobody cared lmao the nobility protected the commonfolk and the commonfolk lived their lives literally like nobody cared about the system and everyone was fine. the lords at the roundtable argued and shit but like... usually it was just over their own territory and shit, it had nothing to do with crests and erwin was considered HIGHLY loved by his people regardless of having a crest.

erwin rly said like up yours @ edelgard and im here for it this guy is such a vibe and im trying not to like him so much bc of houses but im starting to fail the more i delve into his characterization in hopes ajkdhjasgdj erwin stOP

#Three Hopes Spoilers #is this an im angry at edelgard post? or is this... a miklan is superior post???#or is this... edelgard looks like a damn fool precisely bc our boi mikky is here post?!#edelgard's motivations make me so tired... and i can see why they make dimi and claude tired too #i don't like micaiah but at least she had totally legit motivations #and in fact i hate micaiah and love jarod but i totally acknowledge jarod is the bad guy here lmfao #jarod is like top tier shithead but he's funny about it and he gives damn badass speeches so like #at least with him im willing to fully admit i like him and completely understand he is not in the right #im not gonna defend his bullshit just bc he's funny and badass and has a VERY loyal and interesting sidekick #like those two all in their own are cooler than edelgard and literally they just are like #more interested in their reputation in begnion at anyone's expense and THAT'S THE THING #i like them yes but im not willing to defend their intentions bc i can SEE how crappy they are #edelgard is like... worse ashnard too bc she has the same exact motivations as ashnard to the dot #just in another world/universe/continent with a SLIGHTLY different system i.e. crests but the nobility system is the same #but then you have laguz who have the exact kind of system edelgard would want and they're co-existing with ppl who have #the opposite kind of system i.e. beorc and nobody ever went to war over that between them #they went to war bc ashnard has a same general concept as edelgard except ashnard owns his shit #and he doesn't listen to what other ppl/his actual enemies tell him and take it as the truth #he also runs his own shit and doesn't make excuses for it like... at this point im sad that edelgard couldn't be #as cool a villain as tellius' villains bc it'd have been great to have a badass female villain like them #in such a nuanced game like houses. it's sad that one of the only female villains just couldn't be written AS a legit villain #instead the writers tried to uwu her bc pretty sexy bisexual girlboss when rly they could've just put in an ashnard clone #and i'd have taken that shit over edelgard's headache any day like just toss female ashnard at me and i'd take that #i ain't about to make excuses for ashnard and jarod im gonna like them and im gonna tell the world how shitty of people they are lmao #tl;dr miklan being in this game and his role in it just proved exactly how ignorant edelgard rly is and how much she literally #does not care about anything except being the supreme ruler and can't accept anything else #bc the rest of the continent moved on without her and she didn't even notice apparently #so she just assumed the empire's problems were the whole continent's problems and they were literally not #miklan and erwin both honestly make me gape in disbelief at her sheer volume of ignorance

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gentleoverdrive · 1 year

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[4/300] It makes me sad most of the time.

My wife is fast asleep, so I am going to let you in on a little secret, dear reader: You see, my wife? I love her. She literally saved me from falling into irreparable despair and burnout, and for that, she will have my eternal loyalty, both as a life-partner, as a lover, as a husband, as a friend, you name it. ---- I want you all to know this because, despite what I've written about in the past or what I will write about in the future, I am, indeed, a most fortunate man, and I genuinely, un-ironically and unconditionally love my wife with everything I have. She is my girlboss and i am her malewife. I tell you this as a secret because I know for a fact that, just like my daughter, she's not all that fond of social media, so it's unlikely that she'll ever read this, but I want YOU to know. ---- I want you to know that I, a rando on the internet you may have at some point interacted with. is indeed non-ironically blessed to be married to the woman whom with I shared three of the craziest years this period of history has decided to throw at us. And if I ever came to that same crossroads, I would, no bullshit, pick you again as my life partner. I love you. ---- And to my secret keeper(s)? Thank you so much for reading, I'll read you later. alligator!

#diary #daily life of an old shithead #garbage reference #garbage has always been a strange beast of a band #shirley manson is an absolute powerhouse of a frontwoman and deserves to stand atop whatever rock 'n roll olympus might exist #but the band itself always had a lot of pop sensibilities which often felt as though they were being pushed into them.#but when version 2.0 and beautiful garbage came out? they're much more at the forefront. and the music is better for it.#anyway yeah: listen to garbage (the band)#garbage (band)#short-ish entry #i love my wife #married life #i love her #blessings out in the open.

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cyberpawn-arc · 2 years

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One of my favorite Vale facts:

They can be a lil shithead when they want to be

#Out Of Cybernetics: OOC #If you hate V and they ever figure it out? Lights out game over they're about to annoy the absolute shit out of you and love every second #I say 'figure it out' because V can't read the room very well and it will take them a bit to register that you hating them isn't just a bit #OR IF YOURE TRYING TO KILL THEM THATS ALSO GONNA KICK ON THEIR SHITHEAD STATUS

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randomcanbian · 2 years

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#the way op is talking about the wilds HAHAHA based!!!#god like--all fandoms have awful subgroups #but the wilds fandom seems to be the loudest and most active on twitter and the people there have the shittiest takes ever #not to mention how loud they are about how much they hate the writers and the male actors like--shut the fuck up #they lack any kind of introspection and compassion #like it is so fucking wild how they talk about how the characters make them better people and in the same breath say the most vilest things #also like LMFAO they're such huge fans of the actresses but then they say the worst stuff about the male actors? like lmao if they met you #in real life (the actresses) and knew what you've been doing they will absolutely HATE YOU #get it through your thick fucking skulls #that said though the handful of people i do respect are so fucking lovely i love them ;o;#it feels like we are on a raft holding on to each other and trying to love the show and appreciate the characters together and ignore #how mean and annoying those shitheads are

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uncompromising-villainy · 7 months

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When you're out of a toxic relationship and you realize you were both throwing hella red flags the whole way thru.

#breakup #was just processing some stuff when I made this #It's been years and I still hate them #but I think I'm less of a shithead now #tho not so much less of a shithead that I don't hope they're having a terrible time having everyone they love abandon them #just like always #honestly that was one hell of a red flag #if anyone tells you #“everyone always abandons me.”#run lol #or at least proceed with caution #sympathy is their goal and when they get it you're in their web #be careful out there

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riality-check · 9 months

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The eagerly awaited part 2 of the DILF!Steve concert saga is here!! Part 1, in case you missed it.

"You're not going."

"Come on! I haven't thrown up in an hour!"

"The drive to the venue is an hour and a half."

"Steve-"

"And if you throw up in my car-"

"Oh my God-"

"I'll kill you."

Steve doesn't need to see Dustin's eye roll in order to feel the full force of it through the phone.

"I'll just kill you. You'll have a headstone within the week that says Here Lies Dustin Henderson: Rightfully Murdered for Puking in Steve Harrington's Car," he continues as he packs Capri-Suns into the cooler for the car ride.

He doesn't remember ever being that thirsty as a kid, but if Anna wants strawberry kiwi, Anna gets strawberry kiwi. It helps that it's Steve's favorite flavor, too.

"I'd need a big ass headstone to fit all of that," Dustin snaps.

"Your big-ass ego would demand no less, shithead," Steve shoots back.

"Swear jar, Daddy!" Anna calls from her room, across the house because while she doesn't listen to Steve when he's right in front of her, she can hear him break the swear jar rule from halfway across the world.

He zips up the cooler, fishes a quarter out of his pocket, and throws it into the half-full soup can next to the stove.

(A quarter doesn't mean much, but Anna doesn't know that. The day Steve teaches that kid about inflation is the day his pockets become permanently empty.)

"Did she just swear jar you?" Dustin asks from over the phone.

"You baited me into it."

"I did no such thing."

Steve rolls his eyes. "You're not coming, though, are you?"

Dustin sighs, and, for all his teasing, Steve does genuinely feel bad. "I still feel like if I breathe wrong, I'll hurl, so, no. I don't think I'll manage the car ride, nevermind the actual show."

"Sorry dude."

"Don't be. Some dickhead will live stream the whole thing on Instagram, anyway. I'll live vicariously through them."

Steve snorts and picks up the cooler. He got Anna dressed beforehand, so it's just a matter of getting her to stop playing with whatever toy she dug up - Play-Doh has been the fixation of the week - in her room so they can go.

"Besides," Dustin continues, and Steve hates where this is going. "Anna loved the show, and you've got a reason-"

"Nope," Steve says, knocking on Anna's door. "Don't finish that sentence."

"All I'm saying-"

"I know what you're gong to say, which means you know my answer. I don't date."

Anna opens her door. From the little Steve can see inside, there are at least three containers of Play-Doh open and strewn across the floor. He thinks her Barbies are involved in it somehow.

"Time to go," Steve says, and he thinks, Please don't let there be Play-Doh in the Barbie hair.

"Five more minutes," Anna tries.

"Nope. Clean up and roll out."

"Hi, Anna," Dustin says through the phone.

"Uncle Dusty!" Anna shrieks, and she starts jumping up and down. "Are you comin', too?"

Dustin sighs, and Steve can't tell if it's at the nickname or if he's still cursing the universe. "No, but you and your dad have a great time, okay?"

"Can you, can you tell Daddy I should get five more minutes?"

Steve raises his eyebrows at her. Anna, to her credit, ignores him wonderfully.

"If you clean up," Dustin says, because he's actually Steve's favorite person right now, "you get to do more headbanging at the concert."

Anna gasps like Steve didn't already tell her that earlier today, and she gets to work on putting her toys away. Steve helps, of course, and he finds that there is, in fact, Play-Doh in two of her Barbies' hair.

Fun. They're going to turn into Buzzcut Barbies when Anna goes to sleep because he can already tell that they are the furthest thing from salvageable.

But that doesn't matter right now. What matters is getting Anna in the car, deploying the first two of many strawberry kiwi Capri Suns from the cooler, and making the drive to the venue, which Steve does with minimal road rage and accompanied by the Disney radio station.

Success by all metrics, really.

Dinner might as well be now, so Steve shells out a truly disgusting amount of money for overpriced chicken nuggets and fries at the venue. Anna will only eat half her portion but say she's hungry later, but that's what the snacks and water Steve smuggled in via his jacket are for.

They get to their seats, dinner finished up, just as the lights go down for the first opener. Steve looks to his left, half-expecting Eddie and his friends to be there before remembering that they won't be.

He tries not to feel too disappointed. He fails miserably.

The seat next to him, however, isn't empty. There's a note taped to the back of it, one addressed to Steve and Miss Anna, so Steve feels alright taking and opening it.

At the top, there's a messily scrawled phone number. Underneath, it says:

Here's my number. Probably a bad idea to call with all the noise. Texting works, though you should do that after the show. I'll be a little busy until then.

-Eddie

Steve puts the note in his pocket, puts Anna's ear defenders on, puts his own earplugs in, and looks at the stage, where-

Hang on.

He squints at the stage, where four guys have started playing a song that, frankly, sounds too much like literally all the music Steve listened to yesterday for him to care about all that much. The drummer is pretty small, with wild, curly hair. The bassist looks familiar. The lead singer, who is very talented but not to Steve's personal taste, also looks familiar. And the guitarist-

No way. No way in hell.

It's a total coincidence. Lots of guys have long, curly hair and heavy jewelry and big eyes and are wearing formal wear, for some reason, and catch Steve's eye, and-

"Thank you for such a great welcome!" the guitarist says, and his smile totally isn't doing anything to Steve, thanks very much.

Anna stops moving, where she's standing next to Steve, and climbs up into his lap to get a better look at the stage. She looks out, then back at Steve, then out, then back at Steve, making a face as confused as Steve feels.

Some days, he thinks he ended up with a clone, not a kid.

"I'll get off the mic in a second. I only do the talking because Jeff," the guitarist points at the lead singer, who ducks his head, "is really shy."

Jeff. That name is definitely relevant, but Steve is a permanent resident of denial.

"We fought about what song we were going to include next in our set list, so much so that we didn't decide until yesterday and had to consult a tiebreaker."

Okay, maybe Steve is a less permanent resident of denial than he thought.

"So, thank you to Miss Anna, who did great at headbanging for her first time-"

Anna whips around so fast, her forehead nearly collides with Steve's jaw.

"And to Steve, who's a big fan of American Psycho."

At the song name, the crowd loses their minds, and if Anna wasn't sitting right in front of him, Steve would join them.

Because what the fuck is happening right now?

His question isn't answered. In fact, about five more questions pop up in its stead when, during the bridge of the song, Jeff puts on a clear rain jacket and picks up a prop axe.

Please, God, don't let this traumatize my kid, Steve thinks.

Anna, thankfully, doesn't get scared. When Jeff brings the axe down, again and again, Steve's weirdo daughter fucking smiles. And giggles. It's kind of cute, actually.

When the song ends, she turns back to Steve.

"That's Eddie onstage," Steve says, and saying it, somehow, makes it real.

"I thought so!" Anna says, and she turns back to watch the show. Steve puts an arm around her waist so she doesn't fall off his lap when she bangs her head to the music.

The rest of the songs, in Steve's opinion, are better than the opening song. They're more melodic, which Steve can definitely get behind, and each of them has a gimmick onstage, all based off of various horror movies. It's ridiculous, but also really, really cool.

And Eddie, onstage, because it is the same guy who flirted with him and was so sweet to Anna yesterday, is really, really hot.

Steve has never had a thing for guitarists before. He's never had a thing for musicians before. Hell, until a year ago, he didn't realize he had a thing for men.

Eddie is. Uh. Yeah. Really doing it for him.

Steve doesn't know whether it's his enthusiasm, or the way he moves, or seeing his hair tied up, or the fucking dress pants and suspenders, or just his hands, but he does know he has to get himself in check because this is an all ages show and he's here with his daughter.

He already knows he can't add these songs to his grading playlist, not when they're accompanied by visuals of Eddie playing his guitar.

Sweet Jesus.

"Alright, that's our set!" Eddie says. "Thanks, y'all, for sticking around for us, and let's give it up for the next act!"

The crowd, including Anna and Steve, cheer as they exit and the lights go up.

Steve fishes his phone out of his pocket, fully intending to add Eddie's number to his contacts, and is greeted by not one, not two, but sixteen missed calls from Dustin Henderson.

Naturally, Steve calls him back. "Who died?"

"What the fuck?" Dustin yells, and Steve just puts the phone on speaker to save the rest of his hearing. "Did Eddie fucking Munson just personally thank you from the stage?"

"Swear jar, Uncle Dusty!" Anna says.

"Sorry," Dustin says. "But Steve. Answers. Now."

"How do you even-"

"Instagram live. Is Eddie the guy you were telling me about yesterday?"

Steve takes his phone off speaker. Prior experience tells him that this conversation has a less than zero chance of staying PG, nevermind PG-13.

"Yeah," Steve says. "He is."

"The one who flirted with you, and you forgot to ask for his number."

"Well, I have it now."

"What?" Dustin shrieks, and Steve is incredibly thankful that he didn't take his earplugs out.

"He left me his number on the seat."

"Text him."

"I was going to, until I saw that you called me sixteen times."

"Jesus Christ, Eddie Munson was flirting with you."

Steve rolls his eyes and hands a pack of gummy bears to Anna when she taps his arm. "He could have just been nice. I don't even know if he's into guys."

"Have you looked at him?"

"Wow, Dustybuns, I didn't know you were homophobic."

"I think it's the complete opposite of homophobic to try to get you laid."

"Hanging up!" Steve shouts because a part of him will never see Dustin as any older than thirteen, and no thirteen year old should ever say that.

"Text-"

Steve hangs up the call. "Can I have a gummy bear?"

"No," Anna says, mouth full, in her seat, legs swinging.

"I bought them."

She shrugs. "You gave them to me. Mine now."

Steve stares. She stares right back.

He sighs and opens a new pack of gummy bears.

With his mouth full of sweet Haribo corpses, Steve takes out the note and adds Eddie to his contacts. Before he can overthink it, he sends him a message:

I guess I don't have to ask you what you do for a living. Just so we're even on that front, I'm a teacher, and Anna's full time job is preschool.

He tucks his phone back into his pocket and focuses on making this a good experience for Anna, who somehow wormed her way into a conversation with the intimidating-looking couple sitting next to her.

Because it's totally not like a literal rockstar is going to text him back. Right?

Part 3!!

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By the grace of Robin Buckley, Steve gets into college.

She's his first real friend and it's because he knows her, loves her, learned to be a better person from her, that he's able to smile politely and take the hand of his new roommate. His long-haired, tattooed, dressed in all black roommate, who has already put up dark and menacing posters of bands Steve has never heard of and a bedsheet banner with the words "Corroded Coffin" painted on the fabric.

"Eddie Munson," his roommate says.

"Steve Harrington."

"Good to meet you, roomie." Eddie smiles so big it makes dimples pop. It's a good look. "Parents on the way with the rest of your stuff?"

"Oh, er--just me, actually."

Eddie's smile doesn't waiver. "Need some help?"

Normally, Steve would say no, but he just spent the last hour unloading Robin's stuff. "That would be great, thanks."

So, they work together to get Steve moved in, and as they work, he learns more about his roommate. He is a weirdo, an oddball, fundamentally strange, but Steve can't help but be charmed.

Eddie puts on music, something aggressive with loud guitars and drums, and Steve unpacks. He pulls out a picture of himself with the kids during one of their game nights, displaying it carefully on his desk.

"Wait," his new roommate says. "You? And the dnd children?"

Steve laughs. "They're the kids I babysit. You play that nerd game?"

Eddie's nose wrinkles. Something in the back of Steve's mind notes that it's cute. "Nerd game? Dnd is So. Much. More. It's--it's storytelling and strategy and--" Eddie stops, blinking at Steve. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Little bit," Steve smiles.

"I can't believe you know dnd. That you babysit nerds. You look like such a jock," Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

"I am a jock," Steve agrees. "And I love those dorky little shitheads. I tolerate the game."

"Steve Harrington. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Guess so." The smiles they share are wide and sweet, bringing out Eddie's dimples in way that makes Steve long to touch.

After that, they're inseparable. Robin and Eddie and Steve. They study, eat, go to parties, hangout; anything, as long as they're together.

---

Three weeks into the semester, as Steve gets dressed after swim practice, he pulls a shirt out of his bag that doesn't belong to him. It's a black tee, Metallica logo front and center. He chuckles, puts it on. It's soft from wear and smells of laundry detergent and Eddie--cigarettes and leather and some kind of sweet musk. The scent puts him at immediate ease.

He meets Robin and Eddie for lunch. They were early, already have their food and seats, so he walks over to drop off his backpack. Eddie gives him a bright, dimpled smile, but within seconds his mouth is falling open a little, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

"You alright, man?" Steve asks.

Eddie startles, grabs his cup, jamming the straw into his mouth to chew at the plastic."You're--my shirt?" he says.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. Grabbed it by accident. I'll wash it for you."

His roommate flushes pink. "N--no, you don't have to worry about it."

He wants to question Eddie further--he's being so weird--but Robin interrupts. "Dingus! Go get food. Hurry up!"

He does as he's told, but when he comes back, Eddie is even redder than before, and Robin has a wide smirk across her face.

"What is going on with you two?" He asks as he puts his tray down.

Neither of them answer, andEddie launches into a passionate re-telling of some music student drama, so Steve let's himself be distracted.

---

It's mid-October and Steve's coming home from the gym, the one place that Robin and Eddie refuse to accompany him. As he nears his room, he hears music. It's not heavy metal, but something soft and slow and acoustic.

He tries to be quiet as he unlocks the door and enters, doesn't want to disturb Eddie, doesn't want him to stop playing. He never practices when Steve is home, says he doesn't want to be a bother with the noise.

Eddie's sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. There's a battered notebook open next to him, a pencil held between his teeth. He hums a bit, pauses to jot something down, and goes back to playing.

He looks beautiful, Steve thinks, bent over his guitar.

Steve is just about to announce himself when Eddie stops playing again. He writes something in the notebook before resting his head in his head. "Pathetic, Munson. Get it together," he mutters.

"Hi!" Steve says. It startles Eddie, who jumps and almost drops the guitar.

"Stevie!" Eddie stumbles to his feet. "I--uh--you're home!" His face is crimson.

"You're really good, man," Steve says. "I'd love to hear more sometime."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Eddie nods his head, grabbing for the notebook and slamming it closed. "Sure thing." He stuffs his feet into his Reeboks. "I gotta--I gotta go. Back soon."

Eddie stumbles out their door, notebook clenched firmly in hand.

He is so weird.

---

In mid-November, Robin gets invited to a party by a cute girl. They all go.

Steve isn't trying to hook up. He hasn't slept with anyone since they started school, too caught up with Robin and Eddie. But there's a girl, wavy brown curls and wide green eyes (he has the fleeting thought that they should be deep brown, that it's wrong that they aren't), and she's smiling at him.

Flirting with her is easy.

He doesn't know what breaks his concentration, but he turns to face the rest of the room, eyes falling on Eddie. Eddie who is watching him, his deep brown eyes swimming with hurt, with anger.

It sends a shock of pure panic up his spine. "Eddie!"

Eddie turns on his heel, disappearing in the crowd. Steve follows, but by the time he navigates through the partygoers, his roommate is nowhere to be found. He hurries back to their dorm, heart pounding in his ears, mouth dry.

It's dark in the room, though, and for a second he thinks Eddie isn't home, after all. But he turns on the light, illuminates the rigid lump under Eddie's quilt.

"Eddie?" Steve says, voice soft.

He doesn't respond, though Steve can tell he's awake. He tries again, but Eddie curls deeper under his covers.

Steve spends the night wondering what he did to hurt Eddie so bad.

---

They're back to normal after Thanksgiving. Steve is so relieved he doesn't even ask.

They stay up all night every night studying for finals. By the time Steve's last test rolls around, he's giddy and frantic. He grabs his textbook, shoves a notebook into his backpack, gets to the English building with just enough time to take a last look at his notes.

Only, he flips the notebook open and it's not his English notes. It's song lyrics.

Steve should close it. Put it back in his backpack. It's private. But he's already reading the lyrics written there. They're sexy. The song's about a guy, one Eddie seems to be totally gone for.

A line catches his eye, "need you on every surface in our room." He reads it again and again until the only thing he can see is the phrase, "our room." His whole body is warm, heat pooling, and he's chubbing up in his jeans in the middle of his English class.

Steve flips the pages, anything to get his mind off of that song, and that's when it hits him like a ton of bricks. All those weird moments--the t-shirt, the song, Steve flirting with a girl-- Eddie likes him.

Steve wants to rush to the dorm, wants to confess everything, even starts to stand, but--he has a final to take.

He makes himself close the notebook, but catches sight of another song as he does. It's a love song. It's plaintive and yearning and wanting. And every lyric is for him, about him, about things they did together. It's also unfinished, breaking off mid-way through the second verse.

He doesn't know how he missed it before, but as the professor hands out the test paper, Eddie is all he can think of.

---

When he finally gets back to the room, he finds Eddie's frantic, hair frizzed around his skull. All his bedding is on the floor, the drawers of his wardrobe pulled open.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

"Have you seen my notebook?"

"What?" Steve's heart drops.

"The black one? It's kind of beaten up?"

"I--uh, yeah. Sorry, Eds. Accidentally grabbed it on my way to class." He pulls his backpack from his shoulder, unzipping it.

"Did you--did you read it?" Eddie's voice shakes, his face painfully red.

Steve doesn't know what to say, what to do. He wants Eddie. Has for a long time, just hadn't been able to put it together. And he doesn't know how to fix what's spiraling out between them.

"Eddie," he says. Can think of nothing else, hopes his desperation is clear in his voice. "Please." He closes the distance between them, slowly, carefully. Cups Eddie's chin in his hand.

They stare at each other, Eddie's eyes wide with shock. Steve can feel the other man's breath on his face, smell the tobacco and sweet musk scent of him.

"Every surface of our room, huh?" Steve asks.

Eddie's cheeks flush. He turns away, bashful. "Something like that."

"And if I want it too?" Steve whispers.

The words hang between them for several beats, before they both move to close the lingering distance between them. Their mouths slip together, like it's nothing, like they do this all the time. Steve grasps at Eddie's curls, fists a hand into his t-shirt, totally lost to the rhythm of the kiss, the easy slip of Eddie's tongue in his mouth.

Eventually, the come up for air, both pink cheeked and panting.

"You're full of surprises, Steve Harrington." Eddie breathes.

"Just wait," Steve smirks, moves in to nip at Eddie's bottom lip. "We have so many surfaces."

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