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hi hi! "local" anon here, and i just had a rlly good idea that ik you will deliver perfectly.
matt "accidently" sends reader a d pick and she's all flustered but just doesn't say anything, until like the next day when they all like go out to dinner and everyone's in their own conversation. she just brings it up like, "so what was that pic you sent last night?" and he knows EXACTLY what she's talking about, but is all like "huh? what?"
but then, later that night, she ends up sending a risky pic of her own and then he just texts her saying to like 'come over immediately' or he's coming over to her house and then yk what!!
again, i love your writing and i know you will NOT disappoint with this!! Love you ! 😘
Take The Risk - Matt Sturniolo
warnings : spicy pics and smuttt
a/n : finally!! am i right?? pls look the other way if this is shit, like actually fr.. lmaoooo
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“This is actually impossible. I’m gonna die of old age before I finish this thing.” I groan to myself, letting my head fall forward onto the table.
It’s been weeks of me staring at all of these pieces, all the exact same, aside from the shape. I’m determined to complete it. I lift my head up, an irregular piece slowly falling from my forehead.
“Who came up with this shit? Why are they so against me?” I ask no one in particular, seeing as I’m completely alone.
I’m convinced whoever created this was just trying to spite me. I can never back of out a challenge, they had to have known that. It’s been hours since I first sat down to work on it today, I am bored out of my mind, but I still can’t put the pieces down. Just as I’m about to toss my head back and cry from frustration, I realize I only have five pieces left. I jump forward, laying them all out in front of me, studying their pattern and the way they could all fit together. It takes maybe another ten minutes before I finally get it.
The last asymmetrical piece, snaps into place, completing the array of silver configuration. Twenty two days, six hundred fifty four pieces later. There she sits, in all her glory. Silver (Krypt), the hardest jigsaw puzzle to solve. This puzzle has no pictures, instead, it simply consists of hundreds of silver pieces, with a circular center and surrounding pieces making the finished jigsaw a plain rectangle. I put my blood, sweat, and tears into this thing.
“Never back down, never what?!” I exclaim, jumping up from my seated position, only now realizing how bad my posture is from the ache in my back. I reach my hand around, holding my back as I groan, “Fuck.”
Straightening up, I grab my phone and immediately snap a picture of the completed puzzle. I just have to show Matt, he’s going to be thrilled. I send the photo to him on snapchat, then head to my kitchen. I grab a bottle of water and a bag of chips to snack on, then go upstairs to relax in my bedroom. Once I put my show on the TV, I notice a notification from Matt.
Matty B
NO WAY YOU FINISHED IT
Me
I DID
Matty B
only took you a month lmao
Me
BYE
it was hard asf 👹
Matty B
me too
Me
UM EXCUSE ME
Matty B
whattt
myb
Me
🌚 you can’t just say that then b like ‘mY bAd’
Matty B
i didn’t mean it
Me
oh
Matty B
congrats on finishing the puzzle tho
now i don’t have to listen to you complaining about the creator being against you
Me
blocked.
Matty B
LMFAO
bro. i was joke
Me
awesome to hear bro
I roll away from my phone, grabbing my chips to eat while I watch TV. An hour goes by, before I make my way to the bathroom. I wash my face and brush my teeth, then strip into my pajamas to finally go to sleep. Walking back into my room, I grab my phone to check one last time. As I plug my charger into it, I notice a snapchat from Matt. Upon opening it, my jaw drops.
There, on my screen, is a picture of a dick. Matt’s dick; fully erect, veins dancing alongside it, the tip pink with dribbles of precum. His hand sits at the base, unintentionally giving me a visual comparison of the size, and boy, it’s something. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight, before snapping out of it and realizing my best friend just sent me a picture of his cock.
I’m at a loss for words. I can’t even think properly, far from being able to articulate a response. So, I just lock my phone and lay down. Yet, every time I close my eyes, I see his dick staring back at me, begging to be touched. I can feel the arousal building in me, my walls now clenching around nothing. Tossing and turning, attempting to ignore the growing desire, I deeply sigh. It’s going to be a long night.
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I look at my phone screen, observing myself in my front camera. I’m currently about to walk into the restaurant where I’m having dinner with Matt, Nick, Chris, Nate, and Madi. I haven’t addressed the picture Matt sent me yesterday, and he hasn’t brought it up either, but it’s still lingering in my mind.
Putting my phone away, I lock my car and strut towards the entrance of the restaurant. Upon entering, a hostess greets me and directs to the table where my friends reside.
“Y/N!” Nate cheers, causing the rest of them to look over at me, smiles appearing on all of their faces.
“Hey guys, sorry I’m a little late.” I apologize, scooting in next to Matt.
“You’re all good, I ordered your drink already.” Matt informs me, “They should be coming around shortly.”
I smile, “Thanks, Matty.”
Within five minutes, we all receive our drinks and order our food. While waiting on our meals, we resume light conversation. However, I cannot stop thinking about the picture Matt sent me. Every time I look at him, I feel my heart beat faster and my breath gets caught in my throat. Are we just going to forget about it? Is that what he expects? I can’t just forget.
As the other four indulge in their own conversations, I notice Matt is silent, so I use this as my chance to confront him about it.
“Matt?” I call out, loud enough for him to hear me, yet quiet enough so the others don’t.
His directs his attention to me, softly humming in response as his eyebrows raise, expectantly.
“Um, about yesterday..” I trail off, attempting to read his body language.
I see him slightly tense up, clearing his throat as he looks at me, feigning confusion, “What?”
I give him a pointed look, “That picture you sent last night.”
He looks around as if trying to rack his brain, his eyebrows furrowing as he shrugs, “What are you talking about?”
I sigh, coming to a realization that I’m going to get nowhere with this. He knows what I’m talking about. I know he knows, I can see it all over him. Two can play at that game.
I clearly my throat and shake my head, “Actually nothing, forget about it.”
For the rest of the evening, we don’t speak on that topic again. We all just enjoy our food and the company of each other.
After dinner, I arrive home and immediately head to the bathroom for a shower. The entire night, my mind has been stuck on Matthew, wishing we talked about it, longing for more. We’ve never been anything other than friends, but he lit something in me, a fire that I can’t seem to put out. Should I call him over it? Should I do what he did to me?
After getting dressed in nothing but a black lingerie set, I sit in front of my bedroom mirror. I do look good, but should I really do this? Just take a picture and send it? I give myself another once over, before deciding to turn around and lean forward, snapping a quick photo.
I don’t know how much time has passed as I sit there, staring at my screen. My fingers hover over the picture, unsure of what to say, or if I should say anything at all. Taking a deep breath, I full send, then quickly put my phone down, suddenly ridden with more anxiety as I anticipate his response.
Hopefully I’m not reading more into this situation than what it is. Surely Matt is just playing hard to get. If he didn’t mean to send the picture, he would’ve just said that, right? I try to convince myself that he’s just being a tease, but the more I think about it, the more the pit in my stomach grows. After what feels like forever, I reach for my phone and my immediately face falls.
Opened 12 minutes ago.
Before I can even think a single thought, knocks on my front door sound throughout the silent atmosphere. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I grab my black silk robe and slip it on while walking towards the door. Peeking through the peephole, I see Matt standing there, looking antsy. I freeze, my hand stuck on the doorknob, unable to complete the motion of turning it. I toss my head back, taking a deep breath, before pulling the door open. His eyes light up once he sees me, his gaze flickering over my figure before he makes his way inside.
Within seconds, his lips are on mine, needy and desperate. Taking a few seconds to get over the initial shock, my lips move against his, my hands looping around his neck as his hands pull me in closer by my waist. Without removing his lips from mine, he kicks the door shut and walks me backwards, towards my couch.
As soon as my legs hit the side, he pulls back and asks, “Is this okay?”
I eagerly nod, “More than okay.”
A small grin pulls to his lips before they’re back on mine, kissing me with so much hunger. His hands grope at every one of my curves, squeezing and kneading my skin. His hands suddenly grab my robe, pulling it down my arms and letting it fall behind me, before he pulls away and takes in my appearance once again. He licks his lips and tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, and I can see the bulge stiffening in his pants.
“Fuck, you’re so fine.” He groans, pulling me back into him.
His hands forcefully grab my face and he slams his lips onto mine once again, pulling our bodies flush together. My hands tread through his hair, tugging as he turns my head to the side and moves his mouth to work down my jaw to my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, his tongue licking and his teeth biting. I can feel my arousal pool in between my legs, and I have to squeeze them together to relieve the tension. His hands travel down to my ass, tightly squeezing and massaging it, only making me more wet as I let out a soft moan.
He pulls away and rests his forehead on mine, “What do you want, baby?”
I lick my lips, letting out a breath, “You. I want you, Matt.”
Instantly, he pulls his shirt off and comes back to me, pressing his lips on mine again. I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor. His hands immediately make their way to my boobs, and I’m melting in his palms. He grips them tenderly yet firm, pulling more moans from me. He leans forward and takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it as he pinches the opposite one.
The desire in me grows stronger with every touch he graces me with. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m weak in the knees because of it. Kissing me with so much passion and lust, his fingers slip into the waistband of my bottoms, pulling them down with ease, only breaking the kiss to fully remove them. My hands tug at his pants, wanting him to take those off as well, which he does, along with his boxers. We’re left standing, completely naked, and hungry for one another.
He places a couple of soft kisses against my lips, before quickly spinning me around and bending me over the side of the couch. His hands travel down my back, applying just the right amount of pressure, causing me to clench in anticipation. His fingers dig into the skin of my ass, jiggling it, and gripping it with enough strength to surely leave bruises. One of his hands breaks away from me, only to come right back with extreme speed and force. I yelp, jerking forward at the feeling of his hand colliding with my bare skin, a moan soon following as he rubs the place he smacked.
“Just wanna make you feel good, baby.” He whispers against my ear, his fingers trailing between my legs, running over my core.
I let out a whimper, pushing back against his hand for more, but his other hand places a firm hold on my back, keeping me in place. His fingers run through my folds, becoming slick with my wetness, causing him to let out a groan. His fingertips rub my clit in slow and soft circles, adding more pressure and speed with every second, leaving me quivering with moans.
“Mm, such a good girl.” He praises, sinking two fingers into my entrance, ripping a loud moan from my mouth.
“Just wanna be a good girl for you.” I find myself saying in between the whimpers of pleasure.
His pace increases, his fingers pumping in and out of me while his other hand runs up and down my back. I could feel the orgasm building so quickly, begging for release. His hand moves from my back, and starts tracing circles onto my clit once more, his fingers inside me going even faster. My legs start shaking and I’m now putting all my weight onto the couch, way too weak to stand on my own.
“So wet.” Matt mumbles in delight at the sound of his fingers in my juices, “Bet you taste so good.”
“F-fuck, feels so good.” I moan, shuddering as he increases his speed even more. “Gon-gonna cum.”
“Let go, baby.”
His fast movements and the sound of his raspy voice fuel my orgasm, my climax falling upon me quickly. I clench around his fingers, letting myself go and cum all over his hands. He continues finger fucking me, letting me ride out my high. He removes his hands from me and I look back in time to see him sucking all of my juices off of his fingers. The sight alone had me clenching again, eager for more.
“I knew it.” He moans against his fingers, “Taste like I could eat you forever.”
I stand back up on shaky legs, turning to face him and pulling him into a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining and exploring each other’s mouth. His hand comes up to my throat, gently squeezing it, pulling me closer, before pulling us apart altogether.
“We’re not done yet, my sweet girl.” He smirks against my lips, turning me back around and laying me over the couch once again.
He wraps his hand around his dick, stroking it a few times, then runs it through my folds, causing me to shake from the sensitivity. Without a word, he places one hand on my lower back and slowly slides himself in my entrance.
A high pitched moan falls from my lips as he groans, tossing his head back, “Fuck. Been wanting this forever, baby. Feel better than I’ve ever imagined.”
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, sliding backwards to take all of him in me. He moans loudly, tightly gripping my hips. He holds me in place as he starts thrusting, digging deeper into me with every pump. His strokes get faster and harder, our skin slapping together as I become a moaning mess. My whole body shakes with every movement of his, my face buried into the sofa, muffling my sounds as he fucks me. My legs tremble as he hits exactly where I need him, and I instantly begin clenching around him.
His hand wraps around my hair in a makeshift ponytail and tugs my head back, “I wanna hear your pretty moans, baby. You like the way I fuck you?”
“Mmm, yes. I love it-” I sound out, breathless from the pleasure. “You fuck me s-so good.”
His thrusts quicken and his grip on my hip tightens. The knot in my stomach continues growing, proving my statement to be true. I’ve never been fucked like this, and I can’t help but think about how I’m so glad I sent him that picture.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good wrapped around my cock, taking me so well. My good girl.” He moans, his hips sputtering.
The pressure in my stomach becomes too much and it’s hard holding it in, my hands gripping the cushions beneath me. He leans forward, his hands intertwining with mine as his lips trail open mouth kisses up and down my back. I can’t help the moans that keep pouring from my mouth, feeling nothing but pure bliss.
“I can feel you clenching around me.” He whispers in my ear, “Cum on my cock, so I can fill you up, pretty girl.”
With that, I let go. My entire body shakes as pornographic moans fall from my lips, my pussy clenching around him so tightly. His strokes become erratic and his moans and groans are louder than before. He quickens his pace as he chases his high, instantly filling me up with a loud raspy moan emitting from his mouth. He continues thrusting into me, pushing his cum deeper. He leans back, standing up straight as we both catch our breaths. His hands find my back once again, softly massaging it. He pulls out, my legs twitching from the stimulation. His hands move down to my ass, gently squeezing it, before he helps me up.
“How are you feeling?” He asks, turning me to face him, keeping his hands around my waist for support.
“Like we should’ve done that a long time ago.” I grin, still breathless.
“We can always make up for lost time.” He grins, placing his forehead on mine.
I nod as we both laugh before he places a few kisses on my cheeks and lips. His hand grabs mine and he pulls me even more into him, capturing my lips in a deep but loving kiss.
“Let’s take a shower, so I can clean you up.” He suggests.
My face heats up and I nod once more, following him upstairs as he never lets my hand go.
Our friendship just changed entirely and I can’t wait for what’s in store for us, because I know it’s going to be euphoric.
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a/n : tadaaa!!! ugh i hope this wasn’t shit, it’s been forever :((( lmk what you think! requests are closed bc i have wayyy too many that i need to catch up on, but i’m hoping i can get back into it! love uu <333
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As Sneaky Link comes to an end, it just means that I’ll get to work on some other fun projects that have been in my drafts for (literally) a year and a half.
The next multi chapter I’m working on is set back in the 80s. Only this time, it’s not Steve who spirals about his sexuality.
Eddie is straight—he’s just never met the right girl to feel that spark. But Steve over the last years has had a secret that he’s told no one. Not even Robin.
Until Eddie walks in on him in a very compromising position. With another man.
I started this fic as something we hardly see in the Steddie fandom—and that’s Steve being the certified queer, and Eddie having a full blown crisis as he figures himself out.
As promised, below the cut is the first 2.4K words of chapter 1, and in February it’ll be posted in its entirety on my ao3: morningberries
Enjoy 🥹
It was a chilly day in early September—the wind carrying half-brown leaves through the air in swirling patterns that looked like mini tornados. Eddie stared at them from his trailer’s living room window as Wayne’s truck disappeared beyond the bend in the road.
Another weekend alone as his uncle worked a double shift.
It’s not that Eddie didn’t have friends. There was Gareth and Jeff and Grant—the members from his beloved band Corroded Coffin—but he knew Jeff was on vacation with his parents before college started and Grant was working with his dad in the garage on that ’69 Mustang they picked up from the scrapyard over the summer. Gareth, although in Hawkins, had landed himself a hot new girlfriend and spent every waking moment with her.
Eddie couldn’t really blame him, even though he didn’t really get it.
It had been the same thing his whole life, if he was being honest with himself. Since middle school, he’d watch his friends start dating whatever chick they had a crush on, listen to them start yammering about how gorgeous she was or how cool or how smart. How she made them get butterflies in their stomachs, whatever the fuck that meant.
Yeah, cool.
Eddie had dated girls—some pretty cute ones at that. There was Sam, who he dated his second senior year, and they’d gotten along really well. She was what Eddie thought should probably be his type—dark hair, a lip ring, wore lipstick in blacks and unearthly blues. She was even in Hellfire Club and honestly kicked ass at it. Objectively, on paper, she was everything he wanted.
Except he didn’t feel it. Whatever it was. The fucking butterflies, or whatever.
When they broke up, it hadn’t really been the end of the world. He mourned their friendship more than the sexual aspect of their relationship, because Sam had been awesome to hang out with and smoke with and laugh with.
Gareth hadn’t believed Eddie when he said he was fine—took a solid 4 months before Gare actually accepted that Eddie’s heart wasn’t shattered.
Eddie cared more about… God, like, anything but dating. Like D&D, and his friends, and his guitar, and Metallica’s newest album, and making his fucking bed in the morning, and even his therapist. He knew it didn’t really help him look normal to be a twenty-year-old man who couldn’t care less about pursuing girls, but whatever. He was King Freak, after all.
When he met Chrissy six months ago, he thought for a moment that he might be able to convince himself to have a crush on her. It should be easy; a small, thin, blonde, pretty cheerleader is everyone’s type. Maybe he’d just been chasing after the wrong girls. But what he felt on the drive to his trailer with Chrissy in his front seat, as she timidly told him she thought he was kind and funny, was, again… not the fireworks he expected from all the stories of love at first sight.
And then she’d died, which vastly overshadowed Eddie’s worry that there might be something wrong with him for not developing feelings. He talked about both things in his weekly government mandated therapy sessions. But mostly about her death.
The doctor had told Eddie it wasn’t uncommon to have an aversion to romantic or sexual relationships after experiencing trauma. Eddie didn’t really bother to elaborate that it had started long before said trauma. But whatever.
He digressed.
Gareth had a girlfriend, and they spent their time making out and—apparently now—doing hands and mouth stuff. At least, that’s what Gareth had been bragging about at their last band practice. And, according to him, they were probably going to fuck on this weekend that Eddie was once again alone, so calling Gareth was completely off the table.
He sighed, standing from his uncle’s withered brown couch to walk the ten steps to his bedroom. He plucked his guitar from her hook on the wall, strummed a few chords without bothering to plug her in. If he was really going to talk about trauma responses and aversions, he might as well start with the one he developed for playing his guitar after the epic battle in the Upside Down.
Since the day he nearly bled out on the gravel outside of his trailer (that wasn’t really his trailer, because apparently alternate dimensions are, like, actually a thing), he hadn’t really been able to play anymore. It wasn’t some dramatic thing, like getting wild flashbacks of battling massive fucking hell-bats, or getting feasted on by their fang-filled mouths, or Dustin crying over him, or what if felt like when he literally died for four minutes before he was defibrillated. It was just this soft, but uncomfortable, feeling in his stomach, accompanied by massive brain fog, and a general lack of motivation to learn anything new.
He hung the guitar back where it belonged, in front of his mirror. The reflection that looked back at him looked… well, goddamn bored, for one. And a little anxious. And like he should probably try to reach out to some of his other friends.
There had been some silver linings to the whole everything-he’s-ever-known-about-the-world-has-been-a-lie thing. He did, now, have other friends. Dustin, for one, would hang out with him on days that weren’t D&D related. Although, Eddie was sure that a lot of that was because he had a working vehicle that could tow him around to the arcade, or the diner (where Eddie paid for Dustin’s meals, obviously), or the video store.
Eddie didn’t mind crashing Family Video, because more often than not, it meant he could visit his new age-appropriate friend.
Robin and Eddie had become attached at the hip, honestly. Best friends. Trauma bonded, or something. Or maybe it had more to do with the fact that they were both losers, and somehow both smart and dumb at the same time. They also both talked a lot, and got excited over weird shit, and liked to rag on Dustin. So Eddie really took a liking to Robin.
And here was something that he’d been thinking about for the last few weeks.
Maybe he had a crush on her? It didn’t really sound right, but he did get excited when he got to see her, and his heartrate sometimes sped up when he went to family video and he first laid eyes on her talking to Steve, and maybe there was also a tinge of jealousy that settled in the pit of his stomach when he thought of how close they were. That had to mean something—meant something more than anything else he’d ever felt before.
He knew if Steve and Robin were going to get together, it more than likely would have already happened. But the thought still nagged on him a bit. He wouldn’t like it, and he couldn’t really put his finger on why. Having a crush on Robin was the only feasible explanation, really.
It was either that, or perhaps it was because Eddie was convinced that Steve hated him for some unknown reason.
Eddie tried to become friends with Steve during the aftermath of the Upside Down, and for a while it seemed like it was working. It seemed like Steve actually enjoyed Eddie’s company.
They’d hang out first with Rob, or Dustin. And then just by themselves. Steve even came to smoke up at the trailer once or twice, ended up crashing on Eddie’s couch. Steve used to smile at him, and nudge him in the shoulders like they were sharing some inside joke, or sling his arm around Eddie casually like they’d known each other for ages.
It always made Eddie feel like he was buzzing, like there was some sort of weight in his chest that spasmed and choked him. His therapist had said that it was probably some sort of satiation for his inner child, finally being accepted by someone who was deemed popular. Eddie hadn’t ever thought he cared about shit like that, but the subconscious was a mysterious place, he was coming to learn. Definitely explained the attachment he felt for Steve those first few months out of the hospital; the absolute giddiness he felt when they got to hang out.
But that was at the beginning. The start of July was when Eddie noticed Steve acting different towards him. Avoiding touch, and then eye contact, and then Eddie’s calls, and finally, just Eddie altogether.
The pit Eddie had felt in his stomach from losing Steve’s affection had been awful. He really thought they were becoming close, really thought it was the start of something. A really great friendship.
But Steve peaced out as quickly as he bonded with Eddie, apparently deciding now that they were back in the real world, they couldn’t really mingle anymore.
The bond they formed in the Upside Down was acceptable when they were actively monster hunting, but Eddie supposed now that things had somewhat calmed, reality started to crash into focus. Steve was still a jock; Eddie was still a freak. Therefore, no more sitting across from each other at Benny’s Diner.
That was Eddie’s theory, at least. When he’d ask Robin about it, she’d just shrugged her shoulders and said, “He hasn’t spoken badly about you. Like, at all. Seems like he likes you to me.”
Then, as if to prove his point, Steve would go all red when Eddie would stop by his work and go hide in the back room until the kids picked whatever Sci-Fi movie and piled back in Eddie’s van.
Whatever. It didn’t matter.
Eddie survived sans Steve before the Upside Down, he’d survive without him now.
He picked up the phone and dialed Robin’s number.
“Hello?”
“Rob,” Eddie greeted, a smile already forming on his face from hearing her raspy voice. “What are you up to?”
He could hear a snort from the other end of the line. He knew she was rolling her eyes. “On a Friday afternoon at five PM? Absolutely nothing, of course.”
“Is that sarcasm?”
“Did it sound like sarcasm?”
“I’ll be honest with you,” he said, tucking the phone against his shoulder as he poured himself a mug of old drip coffee from this morning, “it very much did.”
“You’re getting better at social cues!” she mockingly praised.
“Watch it, Bucky. Don’t get too comfortable hiding behind that phone.”
“You’ll forget before the next time we see each other. I’m not too worried.”
Eddie sighed for what felt like the hundredth time since his uncle left the trailer. “Does that mean you can’t hang?”
The line crackled as Robin moved through her living room. Eddie could imagine her flopping on the couch, getting comfortable, her green phone glued to her ear with a big bowl of popcorn settled in her lap. “Noooott necessarily,” she drawled out. “Although, I know you’re not exactly fond of parties.”
Eddie furrowed his brow as he slid his mug onto the new microwave’s glass plate. He’d gotten it for Wayne’s birthday with some of the hush money the government had… well, hushed him with. Eddie had promised to keep his lips sealed when they flashed him the size of the cheque. Not like he had many people to tell, anyway.
“You’re going to a party?”
“Yeah,” she said, sounding surprised. “Steve’s party? For his twentieth?”
Eddie’s stomach dropped. “Steve’s having a party for his birthday?”
As far as he’d known, Steve said he was doing a quiet thing with his parents and his aunt that he didn’t even want to attend, and that was that. He’d just shrugged when Eddie pressed about celebrating with his friends, muttering something about it feeling weird to celebrate after everything that went down earlier in the year.
Which had been fair enough.
But now it was abundantly clear that Steve had been lying to Eddie. To keep him away.
“Uh, of course he is, Doofus. He told me you said you couldn’t come?”
Eddie, for some wild reason, felt his eyes pricking with tears. Out of anger or betrayal or confusion, he wasn’t really sure. It was dumb; he was tough, and he didn’t cry when jocks hated him ever before. So he swallowed them back down.
“Guess my plans changed,” he said, venom seeping into his tone. Fuck Steve and his master plan to keep Eddie from attending his dumb house party. “I’m coming.”
It seemed that Robin was totally oblivious to his anger as she squealed excitedly from the other end of the line. “Yay! Will you come pick me up then? It would be so much cooler to show up with a friend than have my mom drop me off in front of all the former popular kids of Hawkins High.”
“Why do you care about that shit?” Eddie asked, even though he knew it was hypocritical of him.
“Look, I know you’re totally unaffected by the social hierarchy, Eddie, but I’m unashamed to admit that it’ll feel kind of amazing to debut myself as Steve’s best friend, you know? And I’d rather do it in your shitty van than have my mother yelling that she loves me from the open window of her Honda Civic.”
“Don’t call ol’ Heffer shitty,” Eddie sulked. “It’s not good to bite the hand that feeds you. Or something like that.”
Eddie ignored that it didn’t feel great when Robin said she was Steve’s best friend. That heavy shadow of jealousy weighed down on him. He was unclear whether it was because he was jealous of Steve or Robin.
“Whatever,” Robin said, her voice laced with yet another eyeroll. “Pick me up at seven-thirty?”
Eddie nodded, his face still pulled into a scowl. When he realised Robin couldn’t see him, he shook his muddled brain and mumbled, “Uh—yeah. Seven-thirty. See you then.”
“Cool. See you soon, Doofus,” Robin sang. And then the line went dead.
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if your taking requests then can i get an mcyt hcs of a s/o with long hair that's curly but like in a taylor swift debut type curly not like a barrel curls type way. anyway so their s/o's hair is like mega wild and they just never really style it, they brush it and take care of it but just not like sit down and style it, and so their hair is almost always down naturally and just how they'd react to it
yes of course!! thanks for the request, I rlly like this one :D hopefully I got everyone you're looking for here lol 🫶🫶🫶
MCYT ; you have long & curly hair
includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, ranboo, freddie badlinu, niki nihachu, quackity, and foolish gamers
warnings ; language
y/f/c = your favorite color
masterlist
TOMMYINNIT
absolutely loves your hair
he loves playing with it & he loves losing his hands in the density
he never asks to style your hair or anything because he doesn't know shit about it, but he likes being walked through how you care for it
at one point he randomly blurts out "you know, I've never seen you style your hair before"
"What, do you want me too?"
you guys have this whole little (civilized) conversation about your hair and how you prefer to wear it down instead of trying to fight with it
he gets interested if he can try and style it himself for you because he thinks you'd look so awesome with some styles
you shrug and let him
he does some simple stuff, needing your help to braid and whatever
he does a waterfall braid, then tries out some small, simple updos and two French braids
after that you go outside while the sun is sitting and take a bunch of pretty pictures of each other
he absolutely loves your hair, natural or styled
he loves learning about how you take care of it and you let him help you do so as well
he just likes watching you do stuff with your hair in general, and likes asking questions on what everything does
such a sweetheart fr
TUBBO
he sees, even the fact you never style it, your hair as a way that you express yourself
he swears when you're having a sick, sad, or tired day, your hair reflects it. it's a little less shiny and bouncy, as he says
idk he's got some weird sixth sense for you and your curls
but he also loves learning about how you take care of your hair and what everything in the products and what all the tools do
"have you ever thought about styling it?"
you shrug "I guess, I just don't like having to tussle with it everyday, I'd rather just pull it back or wear it down how it is"
he nods in response
he has a whole notes page of everything you use and when you're running low, he reorders it just in perfect time
he makes sure to get the exact same thing bc he knows that different brands use different shit and he doesn't want you getting stuck with something you don't like
he likes learning about different curl patterns and textures
atp just get him into cosmetology school
you may have to teach him the same thing 3 times but it's okay, cause it's the fact he listens and actually takes it all in because he loves you yk?
"You think that'd do the same thing for my hair?"
"you wanna try?"
"sure"
RANBOO
bro you literally saved their dead, fried ass hair /lh
it first started over the fact that you pointed out how fried their hair looked and that they needed to try new products so they took advice from you, obviously
literally spent 5 hours in the bathroom teaching him all about the products you use and what they do for your hair
and obviously they'd work different for both of you because you have totally different hair, but it'd still definitely help his hair
you introduce him to some more clarifying shampoo and massage-in cream/lotion to help his hair not get really dry or overly greasy and excentuate the fluffininess of their natural texture and the layers in their haircut
genuinely doesn't trust anyone with his hair other than you
always asks you questions about his hair, considering you know best
he likes watching you take care of your hair as well, like when you massage your scalp with oil or detangling, or diffusing it after a shower
he also helps you with a lot of this because he genuinely wants to and reaching the back of your head is a struggle sometimes
like when/if you have to section it and clip it up, he'll be there with the hot pink clips and a dream
you teach him all about different combs and he just nods the whole way through
he did actually retain that information
tweeting out shit like "ranboo just learned what a wide tooth comb is today, #parenting #momlife #dadlife #millenial"
FREDDIE BADLINU
loves learning about your hair texture
he also loves taking care of it for you
if you're too sick or tired, just sit down in the bathtub
he's got the detachable shower head, a towel, your products, and a dream
a dream to just make you sit down for 3 seconds and chill, God damn
anyways, you teach him all about the different products you use, how often you use them, why you use them, etc etc
you let him play around with your hair sometimes, but not that much
he likes braiding like 3 strands of your curls together to make some little braids and whatever to frame your face but that's really it
when you're cuddling and stuff, he totally like massages your scalp and loves getting his hands tangled in your curls
it's like a nap when you wake up with lines on your arms/face and your mouth is all dry like you've been drooling
best feeling ever
"wait, what's the difference between almond oil and coconut oil again?"
"the diffuser is this thing, right?"
after a while, he knows all the words like a second language
he ends up getting bored one day and doesn't wanna do the dishes so he decides to organize all your stuff for you
you already had little system but after a while you just threw things back in the general vicinity where they belonged so he was like "eh fuck it this is more fun than doing dishes"
he makes sure to sort by the order you use them and how often instead than in color order which
you walk in, see him organizing and just walk out bc no way in hell were you disturbing him nor were you gonna organize it yourself LMAO
QUACKITY
he really doesn't understand all the different products and tools but he does his best to learn
he just likes helping you take care of it and stuff
he notices literally all your combs and brushes are like breaking at the seams so he's like "fuck it I'll buy you new, more high quality ones"
he's a gift giver/acts of service guy what can I say
he makes sure they're either in black, white, or your favorite color, whatever you prefer
even gets you a new water bottle for backup bc the old one barely functioned
also reorders anything when you're running low asap
will gladly spend 200 dollars on hair care products and replacing old stuff
your happiness matters more than how much money he has in his pocket to him
also helps you organize all your stuff once you get a good little setup going
deadass streams it too
"wait, why aren't we doing it by color?"
"Why would that make sense? you always organize this kinda stuff by the order in which you use it"
"Okay Hermione Granger"
"bro what"
the silence 💀
he barely knows the difference between a fine tooth comb and a master sketcher but it's okay
don't even try to ask him the difference between all the different types of oils
literally gets embarrassed like "no! I knew that, I thought you were talking about something else!"
he's a lawyer and a streamer, not a salon professional dude 😭🙏
NIKI NIHACHU
she loves your hair no matter what you do with it
she loves being able to comb through it with her fingers or help you just tie it back if you're gonna get messy or stream for a bit
don't even worry about having to take care of it out of the shower, she's got you
she knows the whole routine front to back
you guys share some products
especially combs and brushes but duh
it's a mix of black, purple, and y/f/c LMAO
she frequently disinfects all your combs and brushes and everything for you too
after time she labels all the combs and brushes and whatnot so just in case you guys don't mix anything up, especially if you'd rather just not share certain things just in case which is totally fine!
she loves putting clips in your hair to push the front bits away from your face
she's got those cute, little, silver star ones
absolutely loves the smell of the stuff you put in your hair
when you're snuggling, she'll always hide her face in like the crook of your neck or in your hair cause it's genuinely soothing
she also likes braiding 3 strands to just frame your face and to add a cute little sign of her so you carry her around all day basically
FOOLISH GAMERS
has no idea of what's ever going on in the bathroom
but he'll help you if you need it anyways
"whats this one for again?"
he's got a hairbrush, a comb and some clips for any backup random shit
he has no idea what eggshell infused keratin etc etc means (I was trying to thing of my shampoo but can't remember other than the eggshell part LMFAO)
he does like asking questions about everything and learning what it does
"Why do you only use some like less than others?"
he's just here for the learning experience
notices some tattered tools in drawers/cupboards so for your birthday he gets you a whole new set of stuff from a really fancy brand
"Holy shit, how much did this cost??"
the silence afterwards was SO LOUD before you heard quackity literally cackling behind you
tweeting shit like "foolish just learned what a rat tail comb is. holy shit" and "foolish just learned about shrinkage today?"
in his defense, he never really though about shrinkage that much, he totally didn't put it into perspective and forgot your hair is technically double/triple the length of what he usually sees
like you'll pull it away from your face to demonstrate and he's just like "damn how long have you been growing your hair??? how have I not noticed?"
also a photographer when it comes to you
loves posting pics where your hair is a defining subject and just really perfects your presence and beauty <3
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt preferences#mcyt x reader#tommyinnit x reader#mcyt oneshot#quackity x reader#ranboo x reader#badlinu x reader#charlie slimecicle x reader#tubbo x reader#nihachu x reader#foolish gamers x reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader
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Here’s a new collection of some recent creek finds!
There’s an adorably tiny little porcelain lid from an early 1900s doll’s dish set, a clock from an old figurine, a rock with a shockingly perfect “2” on it (I thought it was a piece of pottery at first because of that, haha), some pieces of tumbled glass with lovely patterns and lettering on them including that one piece with a beautiful cursive script “D” debossed on it, a plastic man, some pretty bits of bonfire glass including that little ruby red piece, a chunk of an old aqua and green cat’s eye marble, loads of awesome fossils, and more!
#trinkets#curiosities#oddities#fossils#mudlarking#creeklarking#vintage#tumbled glass#creek treasures#I was shocked that little doll's dish lid was complete#not chipped or cracked or anything#just been tumbling around in a creek for a 100 years or so lol
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The Quickest Way to a Man’s Heart
Pyrrha: *calling home from Beacon* Mom, do you have any recipes you can send from Mistral? My teammates always do the cooking and I want to make something for them!
Mama Nikos: Of course, dear! I’ll send you some Mistrali favorites!
Later that day…
Pyrrha: *wearing a spear-patterned apron, sets down a platter of food in front of her teammates* Here you go! A Mistrali special, with a couple Nikos adjustments for fun! 😉
Nora: *whispers* I don’t want to hurt Pyrrha’s feelings, but does this even look edible to you?
Ren: *shudders* Not even a little!
Pyrrha: *watching her team not touching their food* 😥
Jaune: *notices his partner’s distress and takes a deep breath, then digs into the questionable Nikos food* 🍴😫
Jaune: *glurk!* 🤢
Jaune: *struggling to avoid throwing up or visibly wincing* T-this is d-delicious, Pyrrha! Ren, Nora, can…can I have yours if you’re not hungry?
Ren/Nora: *staring in horror* Oh gods, he actually swallowed it!!! 😱
Pyrrha: You really liked it, Jaune? 😃 🥰
Jaune: 😰*through gritted teeth, trying to hold back vomit* 🥲 Of course! *hurp!* Thanks, Pyrrha! Can we *ourp* have this again later?
Pyrrha: Of course! Since you like it so much, every Tuesday from here on will be Mistrali dinner night, special for Jaune! 😊
Jaune: *inside* 😨 I’m going to die! I’ve seen the face of death and it has a cute red ponytail and an apron!
Jaune: *out loud* That sounds awesome! I can’t wait!
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About a year later…
Jaune: *eating Mistrali food again because it’s Tuesday* Thanks again for cooking Pyrrha!
Pyrrha: 😊 *practically glowing* He likes my cooking!
Pyrrha: Of course! Now eat up! I made it with extra protein since we’re doing strength training this week!
Pyrrha: *practically skips back to the kitchen to clean up* 🥰
Jaune: *eating happily* Isn’t it weird how much Pyrrha’s improved her cooking since last year?
Nora: *not touching her plate* Jaune-Jaune, you know I love you, but are you on drugs right now?
Ren: If anything, Pyrrha’s cooking skills have actually gotten WORSE, if that’s even possible…
Jaune: What? Come on, there’s nothing wrong with this food! It just needs a little salt, at most! I think Pyrrha’s cooking is great!
Nora: That’s because you got together-together with Pyrrha last year and love has made you stupid! 😑
Ren: I knew love was blind, but apparently it has no sense of taste either…😒
Jaune: *taking both their plates and adding it to his own* You guys have no appreciation for fine Mistrali cuisine!
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Another year down the road…
Nora: We finally made it to Mistral!
Pyrrha: *excitedly pulling Jaune by the hand* I can’t wait to show you around! I missed being back home so much! Let’s go eat lunch at a local restaurant I know! Oh, I hope the menu hasn’t changed too much…!
JNPR: *all line up and place their orders*
Pyrrha: Oh, I’m so excited for my team to try the food I grew up with! I’ve done my best to make it for you every Tuesday!
Nora: *immediately chowing down* Mmmh! This is GREAT!
Ren: I must say, Mistrali food is delicious!
Pyrrha: *happily enjoying the food she missed from her childhood* Mmmm…! So much better than I can make it…! ☺️
Jaune: *carefully chewing*
Pyrrha: What do you think of it, Jaune?
Jaune: …
Jaune: …Pyrrha, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I like this…
Pyrrha: What…?
Nora: Seriously? This stuff is AWESOME!!!
Ren: I agree! This might be the best meal I’ve had in weeks.
Jaune: I’m sorry! It’s just…well…
Pyrrha: *deflating* Just what, Jaune?
Jaune: It’s just that Pyrrha makes it so much better!
_NPR: …
Ren/Nora: W H A T…?
Jaune: I mean, I don’t want to be a rude tourist, but I guess I just assumed Mistrali food was all as good as Pyrrha’s cooking, you know?
Jaune: I guess this stuff is okay, but…Pyrrha, would you mind making dinner later? I think I like it better the way you do it.
Ren: Jaune, you do realize that this restaurant is literally world-renowned for making incredible Mistrali food?
Jaune: Well…yeah, I guess, but I still think Pyrrha’s version is better!
Pyrrha: *at a loss for words* …I… 😳
Pyrrha: *sniffles* 🥹 …of course, Jaune. I’ll make as much as you want!
Nora: I’ve drank syrup straight from the bottle that was less sweet than this! Kiss him already!
#rwby#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#lie ren#nora valkyrie#team jnpr#arkos#jaune x pyrrha#jaune arc x pyrrha nikos#jaune learned to like Pyrrha’s cooking through sheer willpower and love#Pyrrha realized she’s not a good cook but Jaune kept asking for more
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Ok everyone! I would just like to say THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME DRAW YOUR TKS AND CURATORS IT HAS HELPED ME PRATICE SOOO MUCH!! 💗
Now, Here are the drawings =)
@confusion-personified I really enjoyed drawing your TK and I think the checker pattern on them is awesome :D
@limelemonleaf At first I thought your TK would be hard to draw but actually they weren't hard to draw at all! His design is pretty fancy to me and I kinda invision him maybe having an accent....?
@rick-ety When I first saw your Timekeeper I INSTANTLY loved her, I'm sorry if she doesn't look the greatest I Don't really know how to draw people looking up-
@cat-trash-at-ships1 Your Timekeeper is SO ADORABLE AND SMALLL and were really fun to practice drawing :)
@juaneloriginal I LOOOVVEEE YOUR TK HES SO SILLYYY, Sorry if he doesn't look detailed enough I didn't really know what else to put-
@coralkrill OMG DUDE, Ford was very fun to draw because 1. I got to experiment with their body shape and 2. I never really get to draw characters with REALLY long hair :)
@unorchido I love your Timekeepers hairstyle ALOT actually and it was fun to draw, Sorry if his hair is covering his face too much though- :/
@gamer-girls427 Your Timekeeper kinda seems like they would act like Spooky from Spookys jumpscare mansion, But, That's just me 🤷♀️ Plus they were pretty easy to draw as well :D
@lazy-b1rdy I freaking love this design!! It kinda reminds me of Sun drop from FNAF :3
@how-is-this-taken This Timekeeper design is one of my new favorites now :D I really like his white highlights and his suit is pretty cool :)
Ugh 10 photo limit, I'll post the other drawings in a minute!
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That night brought a storm, common for early spring in Rivia, but ferocious. Meve lay between her steadfast count and her wayward duke, kept awake by the wind and the occasional crash of thunder. Attempting to block out the sounds of the storm, she shifted closer to Reynard and pressed her ear against his chest, covering her other ear with her hand. He was sleeping soundly, despite the storm, and Meve focused on the slow thump of his heart. The steady rhythm had almost lulled her to sleep when Gascon twitched in his sleep, his knee hitting the back of her thigh.
She twisted around to face him. A flash of lightning lit up the strained expression pulling at his features. His brow was furrowed, his teeth clenched as his lips moved soundlessly. Gascon’s limbs jerked again and his breathing turned fast and shallow.
Meve pulled him towards her and murmured comfort. His shoulders were tense beneath her hand as she rubbed his back. Behind her, she felt Reynard shift, his arm winding around her waist. As the storm moved off and the sounds of thunder grew distant, Gascon relaxed into her arms. His breathing slowed and Meve felt her own nervousness lessen in turn. Her eyelids grew heavy.
Soothed by the warmth of the bodies on either side of her, Meve closed her eyes. She could no longer hear the storm. Instead she just heard breathing; two separate patterns of inhales and exhales. For a brief moment, they matched. The same steady tempo. Meve added her own breath to this harmony as she drifted off to sleep.
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I commissioned the lovely @johix to draw a fanart from one of my favorite fics, @aretuzagradschooldropout‘s “Tempo”. I am blown away by how talented they both are!!
Also, Thronebreaker is an awesome game and you should definitely check it out :D
#thronebreaker#fic#fanart#commission#thronebreaker trio#queen meve#reynard odo#gascon brossard#ahhh#*screams*#oh i am gonna go apeshit#perfection
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the power of love part 8 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)
Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12
(also on AO3 here where it's still in need of love, if anybody is feeling kind *sobs* ;))
Chapter Eight
Eddie POV continued
“You kissed? And now you can’t wake him?” Robin perches beside Steve on the bunk then rounds on Eddie—genuinely baring her teeth. “I shouldn’t leave you alone with him. It’s like you’re cursing him or something.”
“Woah! Are you accusing me of satanist shit now?” Eddie stops pacing the floorboards, claws his hair.
“Steve? Steve! Oh God, please!” She gently pats him, sinks her face into a hand. “Sorry, Eddie. It’s just… totally unexplainable.” She looks up sharply. “That’s exactly what we should be looking for, right?”
“The unexplainable?” Robin nods. “I should be dead. Steve should be bright and breezy—”
“—and it’s not anything to do with the Upside Down.”
Eddie hums uneasily. Should he share the new theory he’s got brewing? “I dunno. It blows to be a cynic, but—"
“Come on, Eddie! There are so many other possible explanations. If the Upside Down is real, who knows what else is? You’re a maestro of the D and D underworld—work with me here.”
They bounce ideas off each other, including that Steve might’ve succumbed to bad beer. Neither of them buy that one.
“Maybe Steve has some sort of regenerative power,” she says, “like Doctor Who. And you’re leeching it out of him, or something.”
Eddie hoots: “It’s my fault again?”
“No! Look, I sometimes get kinda papa grizzly where Steve is concerned, which is odd, because otherwise, I have almost zero protective instinct. We can’t deny the pattern, though—last time you two got mouth to mouth, he performed miracles and then went downhill fast. This time, uh…”
“I slurped the life out of him again?” Eddie sinks down on the opposite bunk. He thinks back to the kiss, which had been so mind-blowingly awesome. Until it wasn’t. Time to test his number one sucks-balls-squared theory of the day.
He slowly peels his shirt—or, rather, Steve’s now extremely grubby t-shirt—off over his head.
“Ew! Save it for the boys, Munson.”
He runs his palm across his midriff, glances over his shoulder, then hurries closer to the window for better light. Holy shit. “I was still covered in scars yesterday. Even earlier today, there was too much pink among the ink. Now there’s diddly-squat.”
“So, Steve is still healing you?”
Eddie scrunches the shirt and hurls it across the room. “Yeah, and at this rate, my payback’s gonna kill him! We’ve been so fixated on Steve—what if I’m somehow a font of crappy juju? The big bad wolf the whole world believes I am, after all.”
“No.” Robin strokes Steve’s arm. Eddie’s dying to be close to him, too. Shit, he doesn’t dare! “It’s the water. It gives him some kind of power, and he’s passing it on to you. I mean, it doesn’t explain everything, but…”
Eddie retrieves his shirt, grabs her lifeline and clings to it. “It’s as good an explanation as any.”
“Ooooh!” She turns super-excited. “Perhaps there are fairies in Lover’s Lake? Water nymphs? Or aliens landed there! I’m still mightily suspicious about those clouds and the choppers, because—”
“This is getting absurd, Robin.” She sneers at him, shrugs anyhow. “Look, if we buy the lake theory, what can we do about it? It’s not like we can drag him there. We left the car practically in the next county, and he’s too sick.”
“I could fetch water and bring it back here?”
“Given my recent form, I think it’s best for you to stay with him. Eddie the Banished will don his armour and head once more into the breach.”
“Shakespeare? You listened in English Lit?”
Eddie puffs out his chest, conjuring a bravado he so doesn’t feel. “Still gonna be my year, Buckley.”
His armour is chiefly the shelter of the forest, during several hours of tedious trek. He cycles the last part of his journey, pulling his bandana over his face. When he makes radio contact with Dustin, however, his journey feels more than worth it.
Eddie arranges a meet with the Wheelers at Skull Rock. At least, he believes he does. Dustin communicates in one of his more baffling codes. Eddie is blown away, therefore, when he spots his fave lil’ dude approaching their liaison spot. Dustin defiantly wears his Hellfire Club t-shirt, despite everything.
Dustin throws down his crutches. Eddie rushes forward and flings his arms around him.
“Eddie! You son-of-a-bitch! You scared me so much!”
“Yeeeah, I was pretty scared myself.” Eddie hugs him tight, squeezes his eyes tighter. Tears leak anyhow. “But I’m alive and…” He pulls back, drinks up the sight of Dustin, who sniffs and rubs his red face. “God, it’s good to see you.”
Somebody clears their throat. Eddie jumps a good two inches in the air.
“Hey.” Nancy Wheeler stands a few yards off, offering a sheepish wave, which Eddie returns.
It’s not really surprising she’s there. Someone had to give Dustin a ride, and help him limp through the woods. Sitting beneath the rock, the three of them discuss possible explanations for wtf is going on with Steve.
“Okay, let me get my head around this,” she says. “You think Steve derives some sort of regenerative power from Lover’s Lake? And he’s sick? Right now?” She frets her lip. “I should go to him.”
“Uuuuuh, no need. We’re coping all right.” Eddie almost laughs out loud at how badly he doesn’t want her anywhere near Steve. He’d never in his wildest dreams have believed he would go toe-to-toe as a love rival with Nancy Wheeler.
She shakes her head. “There’s gotta be a connection with the Upside Down. This is bad. Really bad.”
“Not necessarily,” says Dustin. “I like Eddie’s hypothesis. There’s no logical reason why all the supernatural shit in this town, let alone this world, is evil.”
“It was Robin’s hypothesis,” admits Eddie.
“Whatever,” says Dustin. “If a bad alternate dimension can bleed into ours, maybe a good dimension can too.”
“I suppose,” said Nancy. Eddie nearly agrees with her, but can’t quite be that gracious. “Either way, if that lake fixes Steve somehow, we need to act quick.”
Nancy heads off to collect lake water. Once she’s gone, Eddie feels able to share his other Steve-related issue: “Didn’t want to divulge this in front of Wheeler, but… Uh, Steve and I got mouth-to-mouth again.”
“You had to perform CPR on him? I had no idea you knew—”
“There’s other reasons that lips meet.” Eddie puckers his lips and crosses his eyes, totally silly.
Dustin stares at him, his mouth hanging open. “Oh!”
“Yeah. Theeeeen… he basically passed out.”
“Whut?”
“Look, don’t ask me to explain it! I mean, I like him. I really like him. Equally implausible, I think he likes me, but…” Aargh! His feelings for Steve are more tortuous than pleasurable right now. What’s more, the distance between them makes armouring his heart a teeny-weeny bit easier.
“But?” Dustin bobs up and down on his butt.
“If I’m making him sicker, I should make myself scarce. I still wonder if I’m the bad apple here. Flayed… or whatever. It would neatly continue the sordid tale that is my life. Plus, if Hopper’s back, I bet he can get Steve off the hook for aiding and abetting, or whatever. Steve can go home, get the help he needs.”
“Hopper’s got his own problems, dude.” Dustin scratches his head beneath his baseball cap, kinda nervy. “There’s this army colonel in town, O’Sullivan, who’s pretty much Vecna levels of evil. He knows about Brenner and Hawkins Lab, and… Long story, cut short. He’s out to kill Eleven.”
“You gotta be shitting me!”
“That was my line when I found out. Hopper and El are hiding out, waiting for a safe opportunity to get outta Dodge. The band of the banished gets bigger every day.”
“Well, this exile should return to being a solo act. Steve and I absolutely would not work in the real world.”
“Huh?” Dustin wrinkles his nose. “You’re different—that’s what makes it fun. Even Suzie and I don’t like all the same music, for example. She’s got a real downer on Debbie Gibson.”
“Then maybe I should date Suzie,” mumbles Eddie, avoiding Dustin’s scrutiny. “In reality, Steve and I are from different planets. I’ve seen his house—his folks are loaded.”
“You can’t hold Steve’s parents against him. They’re literally never there for him. His Dad travels tons, and they stopped taking him with him when he was, like, eleven, because…” Dustin’s jaw drops again.
“Because what?” prompts Eddie.
“Steve stopped travelling with his parents because he started getting sick every time.”
“So, he got travel sick. So do tons of kids. So what?”
“I honestly don’t know! But it supports your theories concerning his proximity to the lake. Sort of.” Dustin whacks his cap against the rock. “Jesus-mother-effing-son-of-a-bitch! I am literally dying to return to a world where I can trust the laws of science.”
Steve POV
1979
Getting himself up in the morning, getting himself to the school bus-stop alone—that only sucked.
It was the emptiness of the night that freaked him out.
Steve stayed up too late, of course he did. He was nearly twelve years old, with nobody to tell him what to do. He ate sweets and watched grown-up television, which got boring pretty fast. When he finally plucked up the courage to go to bed, he’d huddle under the covers, muffling his ears. It never drowned out that horrible, screaming quiet.
Who knew silence could be so loud?
He missed his mom, and it hurt, too. Knowing she chose to leave him behind.
He’d hated travelling, because in the last year, he’d always got ill. Like, not just travel sick, but fevers and chills and headaches and stomach cramps, always “ruining” his father’s trips.
Inevitably, his dad decreed that he must stay behind, and the first couple of times, his mom stayed home with him. Then she’d told him his father needed her more. What did that even mean? Steve really, really needed her, simply to be there. Somewhere in the house.
She wasn’t.
The hours would stretch on, while he was too scared to close his eyes, until…
The monsters barged out of the closet, rioting through his nightmares. Then THEY arrived, with their smooth, smiling face and whirlpool eyes. That wordlessly singing voice, trickling through the waters, reassuring him everything would be all right…
In the morning, shuffling to the bus-stop, he remembered them. Clearer than the monsters, even. Oh man, he could be so childish and unhip sometimes.
“Steve? Steve! Please wake up! You’ve been asleep for hours.”
A groan escapes him, and then: “Momma?” Somehow, he knows it’s not her. “Dad?”
He opens his eyes.
Oh shit.
No, that’s not where his life is now. He’s sure as hell not eleven-years-old! Robin looks faintly amused, and also like she wants to thump him: “Gonna give you a pass on that this once, Steve, then go bleach my brain.”
Part 9
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tags: @estrellami-1 @kal-ology (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far :)
(also part of my steve whump fic series on AO3)
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 10 Part 11
#steddie#steddie fic#steve harrington whump#steve x eddie#steddie fanfic#steve harrington x eddie munson#stranger things fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson lives#eddie x steve#eddie munson#platonic stobin#stobin#stobin fic#stobin friendship
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hi!! i really like ur goldilock cipher fic/story (im about to reader chapter 29 💪💪) and i decided to make fanart :D i made them into 3 separate versions because im awesome…. also i gave him blue eyes because uhhh somewhere in my gravity falls brain corner it says that he has blue eyes or likes them?? idk
and!! a little devil/horn headband bc why not :D i stole the pattern from one of bills weirdmageddon form :3
Oh lovely!! Thank you, he's looking great! Spinny pyramid horns
In a human body I see Bill as having an unnatural yellowish eye color, BUT if he had completely normal fully human eyes, I headcanon they'd be blue. Creepily bright, pierce-your-soul, evil-eye-bead blue 🧿
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✨ B U N D L E S N E E Z I E S ✨
sneezies are back amd more magical than ever!
this week are the bundle sneezies, a brilliamt lil group who are super stylish and love the outdoors.
the bundle sneezies come with a super cool sneezie pattern tote (sewn with help by @reallyhardydraws ), amd an awesome lilatching neckerchief, so you and your sneezie can pair up and look great together!
if you have a moment, and need a new bag, why not adopt one of these wonderful lil fluffy fellas!
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happy (late) valentine’s day !!
to celebrate, here’s a little blurb for steddie because i wanna switch it up a bit🤞
cw: talk of alcohol, minor profanity, mlm ship
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despite the assumptions, eddie wasn’t a very big fan of parties. there were always too many people that he didn’t know, or people that he’d rather not know. he went to the occasional party during a holiday or for some kind of celebration, but other than that he would rather sit in his trailer and play guitar.
it was the valentine’s day of 1986 and the only things you could see for miles were heart decorations, ribbons, and lights along main street. the high school was filled with stickers on lockers and the pungent smell of flowers throughout the air, couples scattered across the halls while expressing way to much PDA for eddie to be comfortable with.
he didn’t know what all the fuss was about. it was just some stupid lovey dovey holiday that held no meaning other than corny love and romance. he told himself that he hated it because of the thought that it was a waste of time, but it’s obvious the real reason; he didn’t have anyone to share the day with. being the “freak of hawkins high” doesn’t exactly get you laid, and even though he craved affection as much as the next guy, he knew that he wouldn’t get it any time soon.
he had other things to make him happy, to focus on and turn to when he needed it. he had people that cared about him, like his uncle, the kids, steve and robin. he had the D&D campaigns, his music, his band. he had things.
there was just something missing, and he knew exactly what it was.
it was steve.
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steve nervously straightened the collar of his crisp white shirt, glancing around the room as the valentine’s day party buzzed with laughter and chatter. he had spent hours preparing for this evening, wanting everything to be perfect. as the host, he wanted his guests to have a great time. he wanted eddie to have a great time.
he knew eddie wasn’t necessarily the “party” type of guy, but it never hurts to shoot your shot and invite someone you’ve been in love with for the past year to a party that he probably won’t go to.
as if on cue to drag steve out of his thoughts, eddie entered the room with a charismatic grin, his eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on steve. "hey, steve! thanks for inviting me, man. this place looks awesome," he said, approaching with a warm hug.
eddie, as always, was exuding confidence and style in his meticulously curated outfit for the evening's festivities. he wore a tailored black suit that hugged his frame perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. the ironed shirt underneath was adorned with a subtle pattern, adding a touch of sophistication to his ensemble. completing the look was a sleek black tie, expertly knotted at his throat. his polished leather shoes gleamed under the soft glow of the lights, completing the outfit with a sense of refinement. his outfit spoke volumes about his taste and attention to detail.
steve didn’t think he had ever seen anyone look so beautiful.
"hey, eddie! i’m really glad you could make it," he replied, feeling his heart flutter at eddie's presence. "can i get you something to drink?"
"yeah, that would be great. surprise me!" he said, flashing another smile before they walked towards the makeshift bar.
steve watched him wave to the other people he saw in the crowd, feeling a surge of nervous energy coursing through him. he knew he had to make a move tonight, or he might never get another chance. taking a deep breath, he followed eddie, hoping to strike up a conversation.
as they reached the bar, steve turned with two glasses in hand, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "i hope you like whiskey," he said, handing one glass to the latter.
"whiskey's perfect, thank you," eddie replied, trying to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.
they chatted for a while, exchanging stories and laughter as the night wore on. steve found himself mesmerized by eddie's easy charm and infectious laughter, feeling more drawn to him with each passing moment.
suddenly, amidst the laughter and animated conversations, there was a loud crash as someone bumped into eddie, causing him to spill his drink all over his pristine white shirt.
"watch where your going, asshole!" the man exclaimed, eddie’s eyes widening in horror as he looked at the stain spreading across his abdomen.
“oh my god, are you alright?” steve exclaimed with furrowed brows and glancing at the other’s now red and white shirt.
eddie tried to hide his disappointment, forcing a smile as he shrugged it off and turned. “it’s all good, accidents happen.”
but steve wasn't having it. "no seriously your shirt is, like, ruined. i'll go grab a towel," he said, already moving towards the kitchen.
eddie watched him go, feeling a mix of frustration towards the man and gratitude for steve swirling inside him. he couldn't believe his luck - his chance to try and impress steve ruined by a spilled drink.
a few moments later, steve returned with a damp towel in hand, looking sheepish. "here, let me help you clean up," he said, gesturing towards the stain on eddie’s shirt.
eddie sighed, resigned to the fact that his shirt was beyond saving. "thanks, but i think it's done for," he said, trying to hide his disappointment.
steve frowned, his brow furrowing in concern. "i feel terrible, is there anything i can do to make it up to you?"
eddie hesitated for a moment, the words tumbling out before he could stop them. "actually, there is one thing you could do," he said, his heart pounding in his chest.
steve looked at him, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "what is it?"
eddie took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "do you... do you mind if i borrow one of your shirts?" he said, gesturing towards the staircase.
steve’s eyes widened in surprise, a slow smile spreading across his face. "of course, c’mon." he said, his enthusiasm infectious.
steve felt a surge of relief flood through him as he led eddie towards the staircase, his heart pounding with anticipation. maybe this valentine's day wouldn't be a total disaster after all.
as they reached the top of the stairs, steve rummaged through his closet, searching for a shirt that would fit eddie despite the fact that he probably had none small enough to fit him. "here, try this one," he said, handing eddie a clean white shirt.
eddie grinned, slipping the shirt on with ease. "thank you, steve. you're a lifesaver," he said, admiring his reflection in the mirror.
steve couldn't help but smile back, feeling a warmth spreading through him at eddie’s gratitude. Maybe this was his chance to finally tell him how he felt. he felt a surge of courage welling up inside him. tonight was the night he would finally lay his feelings on the line, no matter the outcome.
before eddie walked out the door and back to the party, steve took his hand before speaking. "hey, can i talk to you for a second?" he said, his voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in his stomach.
eddie turned towards him, curiosity flashing in his eyes. "of course, big boy"
steve took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and calming his mind from the nickname before plunging ahead. "i know this might be a bit forward, but... i've really enjoyed spending time with you. and i was wondering if maybe... you'd like to go out on a date sometime?" he said, his heart pounding with anticipation.
his eyes widened in surprise, a dark red and a smile spreading across his face. "are you serious? i'd love to!" he exclaimed, his enthusiasm contagious.
eddie felt a rush of euphoria wash over him, unable to believe his luck. maybe valentine's day wasn't so bad after all.
walking back into the party, hand in hand, steve couldn't help but feel grateful for the spilled drink that had brought them together. sometimes, fate had a funny, shitty, weird way of working things out.
as they danced the night away, surrounded by friends and laughter, they knew that this valentine's day would be one to remember.
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AHHHHHH i actually love how this turned out !!! let me know what you think 😌
anons, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
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May I ask if you've heard of the Coleman's shrimp? I think they're pretty awesome (with the patterns and the fact they live on venomous fire urchins)! :D
After remembering that funny drawing you did of Leonardo berating Eizo for targeting the Doge of Venice, I may or may not have peered into a rabbit hole trying to find whether or not Leonardo did in fact paint for the Doge when he was alive. 🤣(Spoilers: Unfortunately I found nothing to suggest that he did. :( Oh well, I just thought I'd try out of sheer curiosity, and holy heck, I was not anticipating to find so many Doges throughout Venetian history.)
!! Oh my god they’re so beautiful thank you for sharing this shrimp with me !! I love that they live in symbiosis with fire urchins too, it’s just really cool when animals do that fr. Both are beautiful animals!
On the topic of the doge post, I’m happy you went and did some research on your own!! Sorry to say leonardo didn’t really do anything for the doge’s but I thought it was funny for the post lmao. Thank you for this ask!!
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Hi! I was wondering about your chosen family au leo plush (I haven't been able to get the little guy out of my head, so I was thinking of making a mikey one) and I just have a few questions :)
What fabric did you use?
Where did you get said fabric?
Did you use a pattern?
This is probably a stupid question but how did you do the embroidery?? (Legit it looks awesome)
Did you use a machine to stitch the pieces together or is it all hand sewn?
I think that's pretty much it, don't feel pressured to answer I know this is a lot :) I would be happy to pay for the pattern if you used one
Anyways I love your art, it's adorable and it always brightens my day!! I hope you have a wonderful day/night :D
Hey there! Thank you, always happy to see that you enjoy the stuff I make! ❤
And for the questions:
For fabric I mainly use ones by kullaloo! It's a german website but I believe you can pick any Minky fabric if you want them to be cuddly
I used a pattern that I made myself, I don't have a digital version of it and I'm far from being a professional when it comes to sewing (I tend to change a lot as I go too) so the pattern isn't available anywhere, sorry!
The embroidery was done by hand and it was the first time I did something like this (very time consuming and probably the only reason why I've only made Leo so far)
I went off this video to learn how to do it!
The main pieces are stitched together using a sewing machine and then everything is sewn together via hand sewing! You can technically hand sew the whole thing, it'll obviously just take longer
I'd still really like to make an Ammi plushie with a slightly different pattern (and I also have all the fabrics for a Donnie plushie for months now) maybe I can take more photos of the process next time and share it with you guys!
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ALRIGHT Y'ALL
I finished my betrothed au/bethroned Zephyr design. It was approved by my very awesome friend so I'm excited to share hehehe
Did I do this just for a hopeful cameo in @strawbubbysugar's au? Yes. Yes I did. And I'm very happy I did.
It's a messy coloured sketch but!!!!!!!! LOOK AT IT!!!! I like to imagine the skirt works similarly to Fender's skirt in Robots (2005).
Zeph is a dancer/dance instructor, I think. I think it would be a good job for it in this au ehehe. It's very extroverted and is not good at personal space. It loves patterns and crazy colorus :] Zephyr absolutely slays.
I hope you like it, Bubby!! :D
#dca#dca fandom#bethroned#betrothed au#dca au#complaintsconcepts#zephyr#I LOVE IT LOOK AT IT AUGH#It's hands are painted to look like its wearing gloves btw. It's obvious now that i say it aloud but- yeah-#this was the fastest I've ever made something nsgjkghskg#also I feel like it's bottom half can be changed out like the robots in robots (2005) for different styles of dancing!#anyway i thought it was funny because i immadiately thought of Fender as Zephyr husukghskgjskg#they're both so silly and have no idea what boundaries are (/hj)
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ok ignore both my previous asks I finished it
totem pop scene !!!! >:]
also, extra pieces of information that I thought would be cool; Sunna's eyes, bracelet, and belt change colors with their lives. (although I think for red life I'll give them a black belt instead since the skirt's already red) Their locket, on the other hand, shows what life Meno is on! It turns gray immediately after this scene ^_^
the ribbon also shows their lives. the yellow being Sunna's life color and red being Meno's.
also !! since Meno was the one to wither away (if I'm remembering correctly LOL), I gave them the black patterns as a sort of scar from the death.
"Their locket, on the other hand, shows what life Meno is on!" Aw that's nice-- "It turns gray immediately after this scene ^_^" WGHDJGHDG?!?!?!?
UWAAAAA THIS IS AWESOME YIPPEE YIPPEE YAYYY, they look so cool <3 I LOVE the colour changing thingies. It's also fun to see a version of Meno with red, because the first design of Meno actually had red on them. I couldn't get it to look right, so I left out any red. Cool to see now
The ribbon argrhrhrhrgrh
I LOVE THIS YAYYYY <3<3 GREAT WORK :D top 10 things ever for a dca liker who's also a blorbo liker who's also a life series liker to see
OH yeah and I love the withering marks!!
#ask#celestial sundown au#csd saved posts#savetag#csd au variant#<- i forgot i have that tag#celestial sundown sunna#celestial sundown meno
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Thank you for posting so authentically and tbh poetically about your transition. I was wondering if you have any gems of wisdom to share about your total hysto.. I was born with a malformed uterus (it is bicornuate) I've always had problems from it and I just want it gone. How was the process? And healing? How has the removal affected you in the years after? I appreciate you bro.
Heya, first off, sorry for taking so long to reply, and thank you! It’s been really rewarding to get to share my experience with others, answer questions, and hopefully dispel some myths. Bottom surgeries for trans men & trans mascs are too often maligned or erased and I’m grateful for the opportunity to fight against that with facts and experience.
The process was kind of funny. The admission and all such were your typical surgery stuff. They kept me overnight in the hospital pumping me full of saline with two jolly nurses watching over me. More or less every hour I woke up needing to piss like a racehorse, and the nurses would gently make fun of my woozy attempts to get up in these marvelous Georgia accents while helping me do so and disconnecting me from the drip, and I’d shuffle off to pee like half a liter (like…literally). This pattern continued until I was able to pass a certain threshold of how much I peed at one time. The purpose of this was to make sure my bladder was working correctly. After that, they let me sleep a bit and then I was released.
Before the surgery I had asked my surgeon if I could see the parts she was taking out, so she took photos for me of my insides during surgery and the whole kit & caboodle after it was removed, and printed them out on nice glossy paper for me. I was frankly astounded by how tiny the uterus actually is. Diagrams make it look like it’s the size of both hands put together or something but it would have easily fit in the palm of one! Also my liver is kinda cute. I still want to frame those photos.
I went home and mostly slept in a recliner a lot for the first couple of weeks. I wore sweatpants and kept an ice buddy (a penguin full of rice my friends got me) on my belly much of the time. I am pretty good at staying ahead of the pain with my meds without taking it more frequently than is safe, so I was only really a little sore and very, very sleepy. Bathing was a matter of wet wipes and dry shampoo for a while. I think I was off work for somewhere between four and eight weeks, and once I was past the first two or so, I spent a lot of time still in the recliner with the ice buddy, but this time binge-watching Critical Role and playing Stardew Valley. My cats stayed as close to me as they could the whole time. I think 4 weeks after the fact I was more or less fine.
Shortly after my spay, I started having hot flashes: since mine was a total hysterectomy (they removed the uterus, both ovaries—which, sure enough, turned out to be absolutely riddled with cysts—and the cervix), my estrogen level went from low to fuck-all, so I basically went through Menopause Lite. The hot flashes weren’t miserable. They were just stretches of time when I looked around and went “Is it just me or is it hot in here all of a sudden? Is the A/C on?” and it was, in fact, just me. Those came and went for maybe 3 months.
(A note for cis women and for trans/nb guys who aren’t on T: I attribute the mildness of my menopause symptoms to the fact that PCOS and HRT were already suppressing my estrogen production. If you have “normal” estrogen levels, there is a non-zero chance that yours will be worse. Ask your doctor for more info about this. If you don’t have your ovaries removed, you won’t go through this in the first place.)
Obviously I am now forever free of the misery of menstruation and the unacceptable risk of becoming pregnant. Both of those things are extremely awesome and I love them forever. Being sterile fucking rules! I’ve wanted this since I was 6 years old and no one can ever take it away from me! \:D/
This last section is about peeing so it goes under a cut!
The one and only downside is that I need to pee, like, all the time. Granted, the fact that I drink about a gallon of water every day does have a lot to do with that. But I’ve found that the sensation of needing to piss urgently comes a lot sooner than it used to. On a normal day, with me sitting here guzzling sweet, unchlorinated, high-quality well water all the time, I have to hit the head every 1-2 hours. If I stop drinking liquids about an hour or two before a road trip I can make a 3-hour drive without needing a pit stop. I asked my mom and a friend, both of whom have also had hysterectomies, if they go through this too, and they confirmed that yeah they do need to pee a lot more frequently than before the surgery. Just, y’know, not as often as I do because they’re not drinking 3-5 L of water daily.
The upside to THAT, actually, is if I need to wake up early, I can just drink a glass of water before going to sleep and I am guaranteed an early wake-up. I am an extremely deep sleeper, much to my own detriment—except where my bladder is concerned.
An odd little thing I’ve found, since my uterus is no longer helping to control where my bladder sits in my torso, is that how I urinate is a little different. Before, it was just the normal muscle movements I’d been doing all my life. Now, I find that urine comes in “waves”: it starts out normal, but then—it’s hard to explain, but I use a slightly different sort of muscle movement, a Kegel type thing, to…it feels like repositioning my bladder a little(???), and then I can feel the rest of the urine pouring down to my ureter, and then it’s normal pissing again. I mean…I’m just guessing at what’s actually going on in there based on what I can feel happening, so I could be off, who knows. It’s a little strange, but it’s not at all painful or anything, it’s just a neutral thing.
I very strongly recommend starting Kegel exercises as soon as you can if you plan on getting a hysterectomy, if you’re not doing them already. These can go a long way to making sure you don’t have problems with incontinence afterward. They were a standard part of my daily life for quite a few years leading up to my spay and so far so good.
#ftm#hysterectomy#bottom surgery#transgender#though tbh most of this is perfectly valid for cis women too!#queerdom#trans matters#replies to things
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