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blushweddinggowns · 5 months

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Steddie Drunk Dialing Fluff

Steve Harrington-Munson was probably one of the happiest men to be alive in the modern era. He had the perfect life, against all odds. Because apparently having your late teens and early twenties ruined by demons equated to a fantastic adulthood.

He had it all. A loving family, the best friend/surrogate sister he could ever ask for, and he was married to the love of his life. And okay, yes. That had included some extremely embarrassing revelations and internal meltdowns and... a pretty brutal disownment. But he had figured it all out in the end. And here he was, a decade later with a ring on his finger and a nice hyphenated name. Not to mention how he was basically a trophy husband.

Eddie hadn't wasted a moment of the last decade. A symptom of almost dying it would seem. He went for the GED, gathered the band back up, moved across the country to chase his dreams and play in every shitty dive bar he could until they were discovered. All while dragging Steve along for the ride.

As much as Steve had believed in him, neither of them had been prepared for his music career actually taking off. Especially not to the level it did. It was undeniable that his husband was an A-Lister, despite how universally hated he was by half the country. You don't get many out and proud metal front man who loved parading around his high school sweetheart at every social event he could. But Europe loved him, as did the entirety of gay, rebellious youths world wide.

It was so stupid. There Eddie was, painted as an insane freak who was fake-married. With tabloids running story after story about his secret children, his drug addiction, a wife from another country, anything that they could think of. All while Eddie spent every free moment at Steve's side, always opting for a night in with his baby when given the choice. And when he wasn't doing that, he was busy playing surrogate fun uncle to the kids, who were definitly not kids anymore. But that didn't stop them from all getting together for Dungeons and Dragons once a month, hundreds and hundreds of campaign hours on everyone's belts. And that was his life. Spending time with his family, forcing them on hikes and runs, volunteering, working occasionally to help Robin with her translating work, all while coming home to the sweetest thing that ever existed.

God, did Steve love that man. Reminiscing about the love of his life while he was on tour was not helping his fretful sleep. He just... really had given him everything. He loved him so much in fact that he was only slightly pissed when he was woken up at three a.m. from the phone ringing off the hook.

Steve reached for it blindly, still half-asleep when he mumbled, "Mm-Eds?"

"Steeeeeeeeeevie," Eddie's voice slurred back at him, "Baby booooy. How's my baby boy? I miss my baby boy."

Steve smiled despite himself, yawning into the phone. Eddie was lucky he was so cute, considering how the love of his life who could not remember what time zones were, "He misses you too. And he's a little tired right now babe. What's up?"

"Day drunk," Eddie sighed, "Guys, morning show, mimosas, hotel room to sleep it off. Missing you."

"You won't be missing me for long," Steve softly laughed. Though... hearing his voice was quite the reminder of how cold the bed suddenly felt, "Just... one more week. That's not too long right?"

"Too long!" Eddie groaned, dramatic, "I miss you now. Why can't I see you now? Wait-Can I see you now? Cause planes and trains and-"

"And no," Steve interrupted with a chuckle, "You'd only get me for a few hours before you'd have to leave again."

"Worth it," Eddie mumbled out, his voice a little muffled as he tumbled around in his hotel bed, "Want my baby."

The pathetic tilt to his voice was enough to make Steve's heart clench. God he was too precious. Suddenly a red-eye in the middle of the night for a two hour make-out session didn't sound like such a bad idea. But he could be the strong one for tonight, "You have me sweetheart. Want me to stay on until you fall asleep."

"Yes please," Eddie sighed, "Love your voice. It's so... nice. Like... audible perfume. Like poetry or something."

"Oh baby you are wasted," Steve said as he laid back down, nestling the phone to his ear, "Please tell me you drank some water before laying down?"

"... maybe?"

"Babe."

"I knoooow. Keep nagging me though. I missed that too."

"Is my bitching your bed time story?"

He could hear Eddie nodding, rusting against the fabric, "And it's the best. Keep going?"

Steve rolled his eyes, but he did what he was asked. Saying every silly little grievance he could think of. He whined about how cold it was in bed without him, how Eddie had promised to take out the trash before he left and forgot. Again. How he hated how quiet it was without him, how much he missed hearing his voice trailing in and out of every room.

And Eddie listened, mumbling out a few sleepy m'sorrys and I love yous along the way. Until all Steve could hear was the slow, steady sound of his breathing. But he didn't hang up. Not when that was one of his favorite sounds in the world. And the perfect thing to fall asleep to.

Steve smiled to himself as he closed his eyes, a little amazed that Eddie could still make him feel so loved, from hundreds of miles away.

But one thing was for sure. He still had to be the happiest man on earth.

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biboomerangboi · 6 months

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Sometimes I think about Zuko being the Firelord and I just giggle like yeah it is an angsty situation, yes it’s got great fanfic material but guys your just going to give a 17 year old a whole country. Like not even a normal trained from birth Prince you’ve got a guy that was officially the Crown Prince for like 3 years and then he was out at sea causing problems. His special skills include hunting the avatar, B&E, being buddies with mythical beasts, prison breaks and customer service and you gave him the ultimate power to do whatever he wants. Not to mention he’s got friends who are just as insane and feral and he’s got all the money. Toph and Sokka are going to talk him into the most insane purchases in seconds. Guys c’mon.

#atla #zuko #like yes Angst evil ministers removing your country’s genocidal rage with your guilt complex that’s all there too but guys he’s 17 #he’s going to make the biggest shinest statue to just aangs bald head to piss him off and say it’s in the name of peace #melon lord is going to become an offical title with duke status #zuko somehow not setting the palace on fire by accident is an achivement #firelord zuko #avatar the last airbender #zuko meta

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littlestpersimmon · 1 year

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The Laksamana’s study, often cluttered by his fanciful boyfriend’s trinkets

#laksamana is a title in Tagalog Malay and cebuano #it means naval officer of the highest order!#Southeast Asia #fantasy art #ughh #the lord of gentle swords #RENYA IS TRANS

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ttrpgart · 9 months

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character class spreads from the official elden ring tabletop rpg, including a mixture of original art for existing classes and new art for classes exclusive to the rpg. i don't think these have been circulated much in english-speaking fan circles, if at all.

#i don't have a pdf copy of this game so i had to rip and recomposite each of these from the back end of the shopfront i found the book on #pretty tedious. worth it though #i'd like to credit these like i usually do but i don't know the artist's name #so hopefully referring to the source is enough #elden ring #ttrpg #ELDEN RING TRPG #<- the actual title of the thing #offical art

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writingbyshiloh · 1 year

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The Valentine's Question

AN: I figured this is during an early season but could be during any time of the snow

Warnings: Not beta read, fluff.

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and Jim has a question

You stuck your head out of the conference room to see if Jim was on a call. The optimist part of you hoped your crush wouldn't be busy and could help. The other part of you knew that if he was on a sales call, then he wouldn’t reject you because you wouldn't have to ask.

Phyllis and Angela roped you into the party planning committee and gave you the job of decorations. Sure you could have put the decorations up yourself (after finding a stepping stool or jumping), but asking Jim would give you some alone time with him and without Micheal or Dwight. Plus all the decorations had fallen to the floor.

Jim had his head down but was thankfully off the phone.

“Jim! Jimothy!” you hissed, using the nickname Micheal used on him once.

Jim turned around, facing Micheal's office door (which was fortunately shut) before he swivelled to the conference room. When he saw you his face lit up in a smile, which you quickly returned.

You jerked your head back, trying to get him into the conference room, before closing the door behind him.

“I help with the decorations,” you explained.

“Is the plan to have decorations on the floor? Because if so you’re doing great.” Jim teased kindly.

You slide the diagram Angela drew you over to Jim.

“The PPC was very specific about how the conference room should look.”

You tried not to notice how close Jim stood to you while he studied the digraph.

Grabbing the new pile of decorations you moved away from him, the close contact was too much.

“I can stand on a chair if you hand me the decorations?” you suggested hopefully. It was nice to be close to Jim but Angela was also scary.

Jim nodded in agreement and took the decorations into one of his arms while offering his free hand to help you onto the chair.

With a soft grunt, you got up on the chair and started taping the decorations to the wall.

A comfortable silence fell over Jim and yourself.

“Do you have any plans tonight?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“I’m sure if I play my cards right, then Angela will ask me to take down the decorations,” you said with a small laugh. “What about you, Halpert?”

“Think she’ll make me join if I mess up the theme?”

You both laughed at that, knowing how dramatic the party planning committee could be.

“She will if you keep putting the large hearts above the small ones! Seriously Halpert, get your head in the game.” you tease, not missing the slight blush on Jim's face.

‘Can I ask you something?” Jim said, voice more serious than before.

Concern immediately flooded your face.

“Of course,” you replied matching the tone of his voice.

Before Jim could ask you the question, Phyllis poked her head in to let you know there is an emergency PPC meeting.

You turned to see what the question was, but Jim demised you to go with her.

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You found Jim later in the kitchen/break room during a quiet moment of the party.

“Are you seriously missing the party after all the hard work we did on the decorations?” you teased him again.

“You know, I got so exhausted I needed to take a break.”

You laughed.

“What was the question you wanted to ask?”

The tone shifted slightly. Jim toyed with the mug he was holding.

“I wanted to ask -” Jim started before being interrupted by Micheal holding a small bit of mistletoe. Earlier in the day you tried to tell Micheal that he was six weeks too late, but he insisted that it also fit Valentine’s Day. You and Jim duck out of the way of your boss before steering Micheal to try and kiss Dwight.

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The party dragged on due to your anticipation of what Jim wanted to ask. It could be about sales or other regular work questions, but he would have kept asking when others interrupted.

Maybe if you got Jim alone you could ask him and finally get the question. Then you both would also be together on Valentine's day, even if it was just casually and as friends.

You timed your exit from work with Jims, so you would both be in the elevator alone. You were going to wait until you both were outside but you would rather talk to Jim where it was warm and dry.

Jim pushed the button for the ground floor, while you took a deep breath.

“Can I ask you something”

“I have a question”

You grinned as you both spoke in sync.

After waiting for a beat, you spoke first.

“Do you have any plans? My roommate is sick but she put a deposit down on dinner reservations and asked me if I wanted to take her reservation and bring someone. You don’t have to say yes! I’m sure she can find another two people to take her plans.” you said, rambling brought on by your nerves.

“Yes yeah! Sure” Jim replied, pink blush returning to his face.

“It’s at 6:30, I can pick you up around 6. If that works?”

“It’s a date!” Jim agreed.

You grinned, feeling the heat rise to your face.

The elevator dinged to signal that the ground floor was reached.

“Wait! What did you want to ask me?” temptation has gotten to you and you couldn't wait until your date to learn the question.

“Oh, that. I forgot. Something about paper probably”. Jim explained, even though he was going to ask you when you first entered the elevator.

“If you remember, you’ll tell me, right?” on our date you silently added.

“Absolutely.”

You and Jim pushed open the office building doors. It was unspoken between you two, but if you left at the same time he would always walk you to your car.

You pulled your car keys from your pocket, trying to drag the moment out.

“Hey! I remember the question” Jim said.

You turned around, so your back was resting on the driver's side door. Jim was closer than normal.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly. One of his hands moved to gently cup your face.

Your face broke into a grin as you pressed your lips against his.

Instead of verbally answering, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down towards you until his lips met yours.

#jim halpert x you #jim halpert x reader #jim halpert fanfiction #the office x reader #the office fanfiction #valentines day 2023 #valentines day fan fiction #I realllly hate doing titles LOL #jim halpert

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naffeclipse · 10 months

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Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”

oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting

As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.

As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.

Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.

Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.

High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.

The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.

You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.

That's how you confront him.

Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.

Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.

You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.

You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.

It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.

He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.

A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.

"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.

"Who are you?" you demand.

He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.

The killer animatronic left you alive.

#ahhhh lumi! you make me go feral!!!#brain worms are worming #devil eyes #<<< au title hehe #listen this is dark and grisly and gonna involve psychological horror as eclipse stalks you lovely little cop you #he makes it knows that he knows where you live #you later find the clip of your gun on your table as if you set it there that morning but no that's not right #you keep chasing him #he keeps finding you at night #you're certain he's gonna kill you one day but he keeps busy with targets--specifically ones that oppose the animatronic rights #and you slowly start piecing together the puzzle that is eclipse #okay rant over thanks for reading my word vomit #officer!y/n #killer!eclipse

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guzhufuren · 4 months

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gmmtv diversely yours, huh. and is gmmtv 2023's diversity in the room with us right now?

#mine #gmmtv #gls? nope. gl side couples? nope. trans characters with more than rare appearance? nope. qls? nope #a bunch of office romances and high school/uni bls aint diversity it's what has been happening for last 4 years #last twilight is the only diversity here but one show is not enough to take that big title of Diversely Yours really #moonlight chicken was beautiful but it was from the 2022s lineup #you could try calling only friends a part of diversity. but diversity on what? slutshaming?#negativity

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imagine-too-many-books · 3 months

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Just thinking about it and it’s absolutely WILD how Dalinar promoted Kaladin straight to captain when he was 20,,, like his qualifications were having just saved Dalinar’s ass. I know Kals a prodigy but there’s a whole gap in duties and skills between a squad leader and captain of a whole unit of the military.

And I just no there was no training whatsoever

#and the denial of the officer title on the basis of ‘I don’t want to upset racists’#you know what #he was pushed off the glass cliff #I know the explanation in the book was mental health but everything preceding the firing?#thrown into difficult situations and not given support #here are your duties #here’s a tour of the place #now go #stormlight archive #kaladin stormblessed

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dreadark · 1 year

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so mon3tr really is just a giant puppy

#arknights #it's from the official weibo #dobermann in the back just o.o #does kal'tsit make custom shampoo for mon3tr #does kaltsit keep a bath in her office just for mon3tr #i have so many questions suddenly #I LOVE KALTSIT AND MON3TR BTW #mon3tr is cute #also this is literally titled pet washing so. So #convenient portable dog bed: Your spine #post

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graveyard-society · 8 months

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i was at my therapist's not too long ago, drew these on the whiteboard while on the waiting list ☺️🩷

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pratchettquotes · 8 months

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A sense of duty told him there was an officer waiting to see him. He overruled it. It was not in possession of all the facts.

Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

#samuel vimes #sam vimes #night watch #discworld #police #officer #enlisted #rank #respect #titles #duty #following orders #overruled #context #making choices #sense of duty #not in possession of all the facts

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r26yz · 1 year

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even lord of the nurse’s office likes to dream

#type : fanart #procreate #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd mayoi #lord of the nurse’s office is such a lame title… (affectionate)#onoken did a lot sports anime huh #mayoi have to nerfed gakko akutagawa or else he’d be #too powerful #but like… i guess all seiyuus too… there are many sports ani #me after all…#why cant i edit tags….

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billywhoringrove · 2 years

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Billy being insecure about his height so he never takes his boots off. Until he gets close with the gang and Steve has a very strict no shoes in the house policy.

This leads to a very heated screaming match between Steve and Billy. Leading to Robin, Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan pinning him down to get his boots off.

Only for them all to notice that Billy has decreased in height by at least 2 inches. Billy is then forced to chase Steve through the entire house after he calls him a short king.

#harringrove #Hawkins did make billy king #steve is just pointing out his offical title #billy and steve

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silkjade · 2 months

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why is it so hot when men have official titles like wat do u mean i’m wet at the thought of dainsleif, captain of the royal guard, twilight sword ……….

#..⊹࣪˖⋆.࿔꒰ thirsts ꒱#not one but two ???? offical titles ???#meeoowwww

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aeoni-sw · 27 days

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Guess what?

NO MORE INSANE/DEPRESSED EUGENE! 🙀

...for now

*pixelates your eugene*

look they're so happy and smug, actually quite useful!!

#underworld office #eugene uwo #happy eugene #actually quite useful #uwo fanart #pixel art #uwo titles #HE'S HAPPY NOW #look at the baba #i love them

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crimewizards · 9 months

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i dont really know how to explain this, but it's incredibly frustrating to be a he/she pronoun user. every single time i go to a pride event, convention, even my queer-focused doctor, no one ever has she/he pronoun pins/buttons/stickers/etc. it's a little disheartening in a way i can't fully explain - when i went to that doctor, they had separate stickers for she/they and they/she, but none for he/she. the doctor had to clarify that i used both he/him and she/her, as if i'd written it wrong. like. are they too "opposite" to think about including? are they too "different" that no one would use them that way?

it just... i don't know, man. sucks.

#lav talks #butch #lesbian #genderqueer #gender nonconforming #okay to reblog #cant imagine what its like for neos users who dont even get a chance to see theirs on buttons/stickers/etc #like. shit. i dont even think the office had ze/hir #they had a couple neos (xe/fae/etc) but like. cmon man.#did have a slight win today bc one of my students asked if she should call me ms or mr or if i used titles at all but. otherwise #idk if this counts as a vent post but its been on my mind for a while

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