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led-bloody-zeppelin · 5 months

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decade accurate marauders era wardrobes - sirius black

hair: black, wavy, and shoulder length.

while long hair for both women and men was popular in the 70s, the trend carried over from the later years of the 60s.

the 1960s was a decade characterized by youth rebellion and societal revolution. the decade was rife with countercultural movements such as racial equality, women's liberation, and queer rights. pushed largely by baby boomers, the young people of the 60s rejected the conservative values of their parents and the generations before them and instead valued equality, individuality, and self-expression. these values inspired the fashion of the 60s, which is why later 60s fashion trends consist of brighter colors, shorter hemlines, non-western influences, and long hair on men.

i'm not sure if sirius having long hair while he was younger is canon, but even if not it makes sense for his character. sirius practically embodies the larger societal reckonings of the time as he struggles with separating himself from his long, bigoted family history and subverts the expectations for him by actively fighting against it and carving out his own self image free from his familial legacy.

clothes: consist mainly of blacks, purples, reds, and silvers. leather, velvet, furs, and fishnets. ripped tops, colored pants, slogan tees, and a copious amount of band t-shirts.

glam rock is a british fashion subculture that emerged in the early 70s and was pioneered by various musicians such as marc bolan and david bowie. glam rock fashion allowed participants to play with gender norms with the men wearing typically "flamboyant" feminine clothing made with velvets, silks, furs, and glitter.

punk rock is also a british fashion subculture that came about in the mid 70. although having its roots in glam rock, punk rock visually seems like the exact opposite with its fashion pieces consisting of leather pants and jackets, combat boots, altered t-shirts, and body modifications such as tattoos and piercings.

for the longest time i haven't been able to choose between whether i think sirius would dress glam or punk. i think he'd like certain elements of both so i tried my best to combine them together.

he'd love t-shirts. they seem common today but before the 60s they were worn as underwear. during this decade t-shirt printing became easier and more accessible, and thus began the trend that was the slogan tee. you could get t-shirts with almost anything printed on them, short phrases, crude jokes, and band logos.

shoes: platform shoes, combat boots, and converse.

platforms platforms platforms

combat boots, specifically doc martens, were a staple in punk fashion

the converse are for casual wear

accessories: motorcycle gloves, star shaped belt buckle, buttons, patches, and sunglasses.

i couldn't find any good pictures or an actual belt that i liked but i feel sirius would love statement belts with a big buckle that has some sort of design on it

the patches and pins are for his infamous leather jacket™ i'm pretty sure his leather jacket isn't canon but it might as well be anyways 🤷🏿‍♀️

#after 5 million years i finished with sirius' everybody cheered #i have to be at work all weekend so i probably won't be able to post anymore this weekend but i definitely will next week #the plan is to do remus and then marlene dorcas mary and pandora (in no order)#maybe peter? i have a few ideas but i'm not sure #sirius black #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #the marauders era #mwpp #mwpp era #decade accurate marauders era wardrobes #not vintage

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mystic-writings · 9 months

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sneak out | jess mariano

PAIRING — jess mariano x fem!gilmore!reader SUMMARY — minutes into your mother’s dinner party, jess suggests you sneak out through your bedroom window - and you can’t help but agree WARNINGS — fluff, jess and reader being ‘troubled’ teens, a bit of angst, reader venting WORD COUNT — 2,322 NOTES — the idea of lorelai having a teen that was just like her is so appealing to me idk why - also would you believe me if i told you i listened to yung gravy while writing the majority of this fic

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You weren’t sure which was worse - the dinner your mother was hosting, or the idea that you now had to put up with a whole night of Luke’s strange nephew, whom you’d never met before.

Of course, you loved your family to pieces, and you loved Sookie and Jackson; hell, sometimes you looked at Luke as more of a father than you did your actual dad, but having everyone together for what you knew would be at least a three course meal, under one roof, with Luke’s mysterious nephew from New York, just felt draining.

So, to preserve what little social battery you had left for the day, you decided to spend the time between school and dinner in your room upstairs with a good book and a cd playing from the player that sat on your dresser at a low volume. You had to change the cd twice, first from one of your mothers Bangles cds to a Smiths one, but just as you were enjoying the beginning of David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust album (and nearly finishing up your book), did you hear the clanging of pots and pans from downstairs, as well as Sookie and Jackson’s lighthearted bickering.

You managed to bury yourself back into your book, one leg crossed loosely over the other outstretched one as you half-sat, half-laid on your bed, being mindful of your shoes so as to not get any dirt on your covers.

From downstairs, Jess was wandering around the Gilmore home as everyone else did whatever they were doing in the kitchen, internally monologuing and half-mocking their decor. He’d met Rory already, and she seemed like a nice enough girl. Enjoyed books. But he had yet to meet the third and final Gilmore girl, who so far had only been mentioned. However, as Jess scanned the various photographs on the mantle, he could hear the faint guitar of Suffragette City emanating from somewhere upstairs.

After peeking down the hallway to make sure no one was watching, Jess smirked and snuck up the stairs, into what was surely off-limits territory for someone like him. Still, he took the stairs two at a time and stealthily, managing to avoid all the places that would creak in a house like this one, despite never stepping foot inside beforehand. He followed the music down the hall, past some more paintings and pictures, to another bedroom. The door was open, and he was able to take a look inside. Posters covered most of the wall, leaving little space to show off the paint beneath them. Bookshelves occupied the wall right beside the door, and similarly to Rory’s room, they looked stuffed to the brim with books.

On the bed, facing him, was the person he assumed to be the final Gilmore girl - Rory’s twin sister. He watched intently, scanning every feature of your focused face as you scanned the final pages of the book you were reading. How your brow furrowed, eyes locked on the ink before you. The way the foot that hung off the edge of the bed was moving to the beat of the song.

Once Jess had decided that he’d been watching you long enough to constitute stalking, and how that was probably extremely creepy, he nudged the door open with a creak and stepped inside, clearing his throat and pulling his lips into a slight smirk. “Hey there, Ziggy.”

At first, you thought that your mother was finally calling you down to dinner, until you heard the unusually male - and entirely unfamiliar - voice come from the body in your doorway. Tucking a receipt into your book to mark your place, you glared over at the boy standing in your room with his hands behind his back, smugness rolling off of him in waves as he admired your room.

“You’re Jess, aren’t you.” Your flat tone seemed to amuse him.

“How nice, you already know my name. I’m flattered.”

You watched him as he walked around your room, over to the window where your desk was, trying to figure him out as he peeled back your curtains. “It’s impossible to not know someone’s name in this town, even someone who’s only been here for 28 hours.”

He chuckled. “Nice one, Ziggy. Now tell me, why aren’t you downstairs with the rest of the freakshow? I mean, they are your family, after all, aren’t they?”

You pretended to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. “Sorry to break it to you, Mariano, but I’ve been banned from the freakshow. Apparently having apathy toward any sort of Gilmore humour is forbidden, and they’ve locked me away forever.”

“Aw, so sorry to hear that.” Jess mocked, placing a hand over his heart with an exaggerated pout. “I can’t believe they shunned such a ray of sunshine.” He smirked at your rolled eyes. “No, really, you must be a real treat at parties.”

“Quit it, Mariano. Is there a reason you came up here or did you just want to cause enough trouble to get kicked out of our beloved Stars Hollow? Because if so, you came to the right girl.”

Jess’ brow quirked. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you heaved a dramatic sigh, slipping off your bed to walk over to Jess. “But it’s like… 9pm on a Wednesday. In Stars Hollow. Even if I wanted to cause trouble, and I don’t, because I did enough of that at school today, there’s nothing to do. Everyone’s asleep, and I’m pretty sure our 24-hour mini-mart closed like, half an hour ago.”

Now it was Jess’ turn to roll his eyes. “Your sister said that already. Is there seriously nothing to do here?”

“Nope.” You shrugged, just as a thought came to mind. “Well… there is one thing…” Jess’ eyebrows raised at the prospect of having something fun to do, and you couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s not anything revolutionary, you know.”

“Still, give me something, anything, to get us out of here, Ziggy. I’m begging you. I’m being suffocated by the stale air of suburban life.”

You nodded, tapping your fingers on your thigh. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you gotta do one thing for me.”

“What is it? I’ll do anything, I swear.”

“Stop calling me Ziggy.” You said. “It’s a stupid nickname, and although I admire the fact that you listen to David Bowie enough to come up with a nickname like that one, I hate it. Call me by my actual name.”

“Well I would, if I knew it.”

“My mother never told you my name?” You asked with a raised brow. “She never shuts up about me and Rory, I’m surprised you never caught it.”

“Apparently, I didn’t. It seems she likes talking about Rory more.” Jess shrugged. “At least, around me she does.” He barely caught the slight sag of your shoulders, the drop in your demeanour, before you picked it back up and smiled.

“Well, Jess. I’m Y/n. Y/n Gilmore.” After a pause, you looked around and snagged a sweater from the chair in the corner of your room. “Now, if you’ll follow me, let’s go have as much fun as we’re able to in Stars Hollow at night.”

Jess waited impatiently behind you as you unlatched the window by your desk and pushed it up, slipping through and holding it open for him. As he clamoured out, you grabbed the rock underneath the window and placed it on the windowsill, lowering the window so you’d still be able to get back in later.

You could still hear the tail end of the album playing as Jess looked around.

“How are we supposed to get down?”

“The trellis, obviously.” You said, carefully making your way across the porch’s roof to the trellis right next to the kitchen window. “Just don’t make much noise, this thing is right next to the kitchen’s window and if we get caught we’re screwed. Follow my lead, and run when you hit the ground, got it?”

“Got it.”

Scaling down the trellis was basically second nature to you, but you made sure to look up every once in a while to make sure Jess was doing okay. He seemed to be, which comforted you somehow. You waited at the bottom for him, making sure to stay out of view of the window to the kitchen and the edge of the porch, which were on either side of the trellis, and could possibly get both you and Jess grounded.

When he landed, he looked at you, and a dish clattered in the kitchen. You both snapped to the window, then back to each other. On instinct, you took his hand and ran toward the woods.

“Where the hell are we going?!” Jess whisper-shouted.

“Relax!” You whisper-shouted back, slowing to a stop as soon as you were hidden in the tree line. “We’re not going into the woods, dumbass. What do you think would’ve happened if we waltzed out in the open in front of the living room window?”

Jess only sighed and nodded, letting go of your hand. He let you lead him through the trees, keeping the light of the house close to you, walking around the garage and past all the cars, waiting until Babette’s house was out of sight until you stepped back onto the road.

The walk was calm and quiet, crickets and the breeze occupying you instead of chatter. After a while, when you were beginning to reach the town centre, Jess spoke up. “So, what now?”

You shrugged. “Not sure. Usually I head to the lake, bring a book, or a cd player and some headphones. I don’t normally bring people with me, you know?”

Jess nodded, lips slightly pursed. The walk continued through the town, passing by shop after shop, all of them closed for the night. You had to admit, you weren’t used to taking walks like these, out in the open. Normally you’d find whichever path kept you out of the possible sight of the townspeople, a habit you developed after Taylor snitched on you to your mother after he caught you walking to the lake by the Inn when you were 12. Still, it was nice, and even if you were caught, you somehow didn’t seem to mind it.

As the buildings were fading again and you knew you were approaching the lake, you checked your watch. 9:27pm. You sighed, and Jess looked at you. Dropping your arm, you shook your head. “Almost 9:30. They definitely have to know something’s up at home. Probably sending out a search party by now.” You told him, before shrugging. “Or, you know, miraculously, they forgot we existed and are eating Sookie’s delicious no-allergen, fourteen course meal as we speak.”

Jess scoffed. “Yeah, right. Luke might not care that much, but Lorelai? She seems like the world’s most protective parent.”

“She is.” You confirmed, sitting on your usual bench, eyes following Jess as he sat next to you. “Trust me, I love her to death, but it gets annoying sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, at least you have a protective mom.” Jess’ hands gripped the edge of the bench, his body hunched forward, making him look small, ready to run at a moment’s notice. “Mine decided I wasn’t worth the effort. Shipped me off to this… circus show without so much as a ‘sayonara, kid.’ You’re lucky.”

You frowned. Everyone knew within the hour of him arriving in Stars Hollow that Jess was a troubled kid, but even troubled kids deserved parents that cared. He was right, though, you were lucky. It just didn’t feel like it.

“I know I’m lucky, Jess, but it’s not all rainbows for me, you know.”

“Oh yeah? How?” He scoffed. “You have the perfect life, Y/n. A mom that cares, a great twin sister - hell, even Luke sings your praises.”

“Luke sings?”

Jess rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s not like that all the time, Jess.” You sighed. “My ‘great’ twin sister is, apparently, so great that she has all eyes on her at all times. My grandparents are always so proud of her for being so smart and planning this amazing, expensive, studious future - they’re planning on funding it, too, from the sounds of things. I just want to live, you know?” You kicked a rock with your shoe, avoiding Jess’ concerned gaze.

“And my mother seems more concerned about her wellbeing than mine, closer to her than to me. But somehow she wonders why I’m the troubled one. I mean, I act out, I barely go to that stupid prep school because it’s so suffocating, and I got an eyebrow piercing without permission instead of taking a calculus test last month, which I’m just getting out of that punishment. Everyone’s so focused on Rory and how seemingly great she is, I don’t even remember the last time I was appreciated for anything. And don’t even get me started on my dad.”

“Sounds like these freaks don’t know a good person when they see one.” Jess told you. “You seem chill. Adventurous, too. But just because you aren’t appreciated doesn’t mean you aren’t good enough.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “You too, Jess.” The world quieted around you for a moment, stars shining off the rippling waters of the lake. “But we don’t need to be good enough for them. Just good enough for us.”

He smiled, nodding once at you. Again, you appreciated the silence with him, watching the water or the sky. It wouldn’t be long until Luke and your mother found you both, you with your head on his shoulder and one knee bent to your chest, laughing quietly at a joke he told as you continued to get to know one another. But that was later. For now, you simply sat and watched the water, wishing the moment could last for the rest of your lives.

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 4 months

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Image in my head right now: Eddie and Steve lay on the floor, their legs kicking in the air as the doodle in a notebook trying to figure out if they both can like men and women. Fractions were written on the page: the words straight were written over the word gay with a line in the middle. Steve’s glasses were perched on his face, and Eddie had glasses of his own that were in his hair.

"Okay, so we're half straight and half gay?" Steve asked.

"Or we're mostly straight and a quarter gay," Eddie said.

"That doesn't make sense, how the fuck can you be a quarter gay?" Steve asked. "It's not like being Cherokee or something."

"Anything is possible, Stevie," Eddie said.

"Well, since we don't know the word for it. Maybe we should come up with a word for it," Steve said.

"Hmm. Say? Mix the two words: straight and gay," Eddie said.

"We could add a silent L in the middle and make it: slay," Steve suggested.

"Oooh! I'm slay," Eddie said, and then he scrunched up his nose. "No, let's think of something else."

They stared thoughtfully at the sheet of paper for several minutes in silent contemplation.

"Oh, I just remembered this interview on TV with David Bowie. The guy asked him if his shoes were bisexual and David Bowie replied that they're just shoes. I thought it was an odd word. I mean, it sounds nice too though. Rolls off the tongue," Steve said.

"We can't just take another word, Steve," Eddie replied.

"Sure, we can. Gay also means happy," Steve said.

"That's true," Eddie said and wrote the word down on the paper. "So, what do you think he meant when he asked David Bowie if his shoes were bisexual?"

"Yeah, I don't know, man," Steve said.

"We should probably look that up," Eddie said thoughtfully. "So, tell me more about this guy you have a crush on."

"Well, he's a huge fucking nerd for one thing," Steve said fondly.

"Yeah, my guy is more of a jock with really great hair, but he is really dorky," Eddie grinned.

"And he's great with kids," they said in unison.

Eddie and Steve looked at each other for a moment before relaxing.

"Your guy too, huh?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah."

"Wild."

They get there eventually. . .

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beachylupin · 9 months

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can you pls write a blurb where remus finds you asleep on the couch and it’s all fluffy and cute

thank you for being my first request, anon!! i hope this is kind of what you wanted! word count: 1k warnings: besides the mention of curling up and dying in the third sentence there really aren't any warnings, remus being cute, domestic fluff (??)

Dozed Off || Remus Lupin x Reader

Work today was hard. The customers were rude, your boss was a dick, and you didn’t make anything for tips. You just wanted to go home, curl up, and die.

But you couldn’t. That isn’t the way the world works. As soon as you got home, you had to unload groceries, shower, and start dinner so that you and Remus could eat when he got home from work. That’s how it always was when he woke up early to work at the factory: he would shower while you cooked so that you could both be clean and fed before you’d both pass out from exhaustion, whether it be on the couch or your bed.

You toed off your shoes at your front door and sighed, taking in the unkempt flat.

The two of you had been especially busy lately. With Harry’s birthday coming up, you both had taken extra shifts to get him something special.

“We need to get him something that will top whatever ridiculous thing that Pads is getting him,” Remus mentioned a few months ago. “Something that makes the ickle lad go ‘Wow!’”

The two of you had also been helping James and Lily plan a party for the tot since it fell on the day after the full moon, and Remus wouldn’t be up to much of anything on that specific day besides attending the party and sitting down.

Your flat had been nearly abandoned because of it. It was used for eating and sleeping; none of the normal shenanigans that you and Remus got up to. Dishes were piling up, clothes were strewn everywhere, and every flat surface had been decorated with things that didn’t belong on them.

You looked at your couch longingly. Glancing at the time, you figured it wouldn’t do any harm to just sit for a few minutes. You desperately needed to rest your aching feet.

Giving in, you tossed the groceries on the kitchen counter then plodded your way to the couch, falling on it when your shins met the deck. It felt softer than ever before, and the worn brown leather sucked you in, determined to make you stay.

Remus sighed, trudging his way up the stairs to the flat. He was actually in a good mood, which was a nice change of pace for him. Good moods nowadays were few and far between since he was nearly always at work or asleep: not spending nearly enough time with you.

As he approached the door, he noticed the stark silence coming from the flat. When you were cooking, you were usually blasting whatever artist you were in the mood for that day. Sometimes, Bowie could be heard crooning all the way down the hall, while other days, George Harrison kept you company as you bent over the hot stove.

But today, there was nothing, which either meant one of three things. One: you were finally using the tape deck Remus had gotten you for your birthday. Two: you were angry. Or three, and worst of all: you weren’t home yet.

Preparing for option two or three, he opened the door quietly, slipping inside, and pushing it shut without a click.

“Love?” He called as he took his shoes off, noticing yours on the mat. He glanced toward the kitchen, seeing nothing except a bare stove and the bag of untouched groceries. “You alright?” He asked apprehensively. When he got nothing in return, he immediately knew it was option two. Not the worst, but definitely not the best.

“Whatever Dick said to you today doesn’t matter,” Remus said, peering down the small hallway to try and hear any noise. Both doors were open, meaning you weren’t in the shower. The bedroom was the next possible place you could be in your small flat.

“You know that guy lives up to his name. You’re home now, love. Everyone here adores you,” he said into the open bedroom. He peeked his head inside, seeing nothing.

Eyebrows furrowed, he backtracked down the hallway.

That’s when Remus found you: small puffs of air leaving your parted lips, eyes gently closed, looking as peaceful as ever still in your apron from work.

His heart clenched at the sight. He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over you as softly as he could. Remus pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead then tiptoed away, letting you rest.

“Baby,” Remus cooed, lightly pushing your hair off your forehead, watching your eyes flutter slightly open. “You want to shower while dinner cooks?”

You hummed at the scent of his aftershave. “Time ‘s it?”

Even through bleary eyes, Remus looked good. He had freshly shaved, leaving his face smooth. His hair was slightly wet, showing off the natural waves in his sandy blond hair. He lost his normal sweater and slacks for just a white t-shirt and sweats.

“Uhhh…” Remus looked over his shoulder at the clock on the stove. “Seven.”

“Seven?!” Your eyes flew open as you sat straight up. “Shit! Dinner!” You groaned, your hands meeting your face in frustration. “I’m so sorry, Rem. I didn’t mean to doze off, and I-”

“Hey, hey,” he said, grabbing your shoulders lightly. When you met his eyes, he smiled. “It’s okay. I got it handled.”

“I know, but-” You looked around him, noticing how clean the flat was. “Remus. You worked today! I was supposed to do that!”

He scoffed, pushing his damp hair off his forehead. “You worked too! It’s okay to let me do things sometimes, love. We’re a team.”

You sighed, your shoulders slumping forward. “I just feel bad.”

Remus rolled his eyes playfully, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “Well, go shower, okay? We’ll eat dinner after, and then, I’ll figure out a way to make you feel so much better.” He kissed your lips firmly, pulling away to leave you breathless. He kissed your cheek, then nipped your jaw lightly.

“I love you,” you said, now cupping his face in your hands before he could go any further. “You know that, right?”

Remus smiled. “I know. I love you more.” He kissed you again before pulling away, leaning in so that his breath tickled your ear. “Now, go shower before dinner is burnt, and I have to eat you.”

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afewproblems · 10 months

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98 for Robin?

98. "Hold me back!"

Ahhh thank you very much for this! I'm sorry it was so late nonny!

This is taking place in the same universe as this piece which you can also read on AO3

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"I swear to God" Robin moans as she smacks her head onto the counter, "I will walk into traffic if I have to explain the plot of Labyrinth one more time".

Steve puts the money from the recent rental into the till and shrugs, "I dunno Birdy, I liked your take on it this time".

She snorts, finally cracking a grin, "you just liked the look on her face when I talked about how half the movie is Bowie's package and the other half is Muppets".

"Potato, Tomato," Steve hums, closing the till with a soft snick.

For a Saturday opening shift it had been strangely slow.

They had their usual guests during the day, screaming children with parents who were clearly at the end of their tether. Irritating teens who stole as many snacks as their thieving little backpacks could handle. Movie nerds who asked for as many titles as they could think of before settling on something so obscure there was no way they carried it -or on the off chance Family Video did have it in their inventory, it was already checked out.

However, with half an hour until Keith was set to arrive for the closing shift, the front door bell jingled harshly to announce a new presence in the store and in an instant Robin’s stomach falls into her shoes.

Because Tommy Hagan and Carol Perkins have just walked in.

Robin has dealt with assholes from highschool before, she had to wear a sailor outfit with shorts for her last job for fucks sake, but she’s also never gotten into a physical fight with any schmucks from her forth period algebra class.

Steve on the other hand…

He’s on the other side of the counter all of a sudden, standing in between her and Tommy.

His expression seems neutral, but Robin can read the line of tension in his shoulders as Carol whispers something into Tommy’s ear.

"Welcome to Family Video," Robin says, her voice clipped and stony, "it's two for one Saturday and all the sections are labeled so you should be able to get in and get out".

"Come on, we just got here," Tommy scoffs, he's glaring openly at Steve while Carol seems to be scanning Robin, watching her carefully.

"Boy, you really do have a type huh Stevie," Carol sneers from Tommy's side, "at least this one plays an instrument, she's just as stuck up as Wheeler though from what I remember".

"If you guys don't want to rent anything, then leave," Steve says slowly, deliberately with wary hostility.

"You're suddenly so fucking tough huh?" Tommy scoffs, stepping closer towards Steve.

Carol moves with him but her eyes widen slightly in surprise, she grabs at his arm and pulls just slightly, "Tommy--"

"I'm not going to fight you man," Steve sighs, running a hand over his face and into his hair, Robin watches as his shoulders droop ever so slightly.

She knows Steve has complicated feelings about his former friends, they'd known one another for such a long time and those old feelings don't just disappear.

He'd been hurt to see Tommy and Carol gravitate towards Billy so easily. To egg him on as he bullied Steve their senior year, the tables turned so suddenly it was like whiplash.

Well, Steve may feel conflicted about his old shithead friends, but Robin has no such compunction.

"He won't but I will," Robin blurts out, the words run away from her faster than she can even catch up to them.

Steve closes his eyes, his expression pained while Tommy and Carol both turn to her with equal looks of surprise.

Huh, it's the first time in her life she's ever seen Carol Perkins speechless and it's glorious.

Robin lets the thrill of it carry her forward until she's stepped around the counter to stand beside Steve.

“Yeah, Steve's gonna have to hold me back,” Robin snarls as she grabs Steve’s hand and places it on her own shoulder.

Steve gives her a withering look as he mimes pulling a zipper over his own mouth.

"You let your bitch off her leash huh Harrington?" Tommy says with a lecherous grin as he stares at them both.

He lets out two barks and laughs again as he swings an arm around Carol's shoulder, her tinkling laugh joins his own and Robin can't believe this is even happening. Did she hit her head getting out of Steve's car this morning?

Fuck this.

"Funny stuff Hagan," Robin bites out, "your ass must be pretty jealous of your mouth for all the nasty shit it gets to spew in public".

"What did you just say to me?" Tommy snarls as he stomps closer, his ears have turned a ruddy pink that matches the flush crawling up his neck.

Carol tries to reach for his arm, whispering, "just drop it Tommy, let's go," but he wrenches away from her and continues forward, only stopping as a flat palm catches him in the chest.

Steve stands his ground in front of Tommy, looking down his nose with cold eyes.

Steve told her about the last time he and Tommy had squared off. It was just before Robin spotted Steve outside the corner store while she waited for her mother to pay for their things, the aftermath that she hadn't thought much of at the time, but now…

Steve walks forward, using his height to his advantage to tower imposingly over Tommy, his face twisted into a vicious snarl that Robin has only seen one other time, underneath Starcourt.

"Get out, I don't want to tell you again Tommy," Steve says lowly under his breath, just loud enough that Robin has to strain to hear him.

Tommy's eyes narrow as his mouth pulls into a sneer, "and what are you gonna do about it, you're not scary Harrington," he grins despite taking a step back as Steve continues forward, pushing them towards the front door.

"I don't have to be scary, but I do have an in with your drug dealer and I can make it impossible for you to score for as long as you live in this godforsaken shithole".

"You're bluffing".

"Try me," Steve whispers just as the bell dings again at the front of the store. Tommy doesn't look away from Steve even as Carol exclaims a small, 'oh', beside him.

Robin smirks and leans back against the counter, raising her hand in an enthusiastic wave towards the entrance, "hey Eddie!"

Tommy curses under his breath and wrenches himself away from Steve, just in time to see the murderous expression on Eddie's face.

Carol takes the opportunity to grab at the sleeve of Tommy's shirt and drag him the last few steps away towards the door, they give Eddie a wide berth as they pass.

Tommy glares at Steve and Robin the entire way, muttering curses under his breath as Robin blows them a kiss with her middle finger.

The bell jingles again as the door swings open and falls gently closed, leaving them in an uneasy silence.

"You guys okay?" Eddie says quietly after a beat, he steps towards Steve, his brow pinched with concern.

Steve nods silently before turning towards Robin. She expects a lecture from the frown on his face but blinks in surprise as Steve pulls her into a tight hug.

"Don't do that again," he mumbles into her hair, she opens her mouth to speak, to insist that she doesn't need a babysitter like his gaggle of children.

"I know it's just Tommy," Steve breathes out as though reading her mind, "but I don't think I could handle it if something happened to you Robin, I mean it".

And all at once the fight drains out of her as Robin wonders just how she wound up with someone like Steve Harrington in her corner.

"I wasn't going to let them talk shit," she huffs, despite pressing even closer, she feels his head shake against her own.

"I can take a hit and I'm not going to let some asshole have a chance to go after you too," he says sharply.

Robin rolls her eyes and steps back just enough to look him in the eyes, "remember what your annoying child friend said, if you die, I die".

She shrugs at the incredulous expression on his face, "what? Smartest thing that kid has ever said".

"You're ridiculous," Steve whispers and there's so much warm affection in his voice as he squeezes her once more, that Robin has to bury her face in his shoulder to hide the sudden shine in her eyes.

Eddie seems to take this as his cue to move forward and let his hand rest on Steve's lower back, the pinched look fading slightly as he smiles at Robin.

"Well, my original plan was to take Stevie here, out after his shift, buuut I'm thinking the three of us are in need of a night on the town, what do you say Buckaroo?" Eddie asks with a waggles of his eyebrows and a wide grin.

"I'll come if you never call me that again," Robin says with as much of a straight face as she can muster.

Steve barks out a laugh as he leans into Eddie's side, "oh you've done it now Buckaroo".

Robin squawks and flaps her hands at Steve until he ducks away behind Eddie who immediately shields his face with his hands.

"You think way too highly of me if you think that's where I'm aiming," Robin says dryly, snorting as Eddie gasps and lifts a leg for further protection, prompting them both to collapse into a fit of giggles while Steve watches fondly.

They all eventually relax, falling into an easy conversation as Steve and Robin finish up the last of the morning duties. The tension from earlier fading away as Eddie sits on the counter top, with his eyes on the door, watching out, just in case.

#platonic stobin #robin buckley pov #steve harrington #eddie munson #tommy hagan #carol perkins #afewproblems writes #afewproblems answers #stranger things #we love protective steve harrington #protective robin buckley #robin buckley is ride or die #eddie munson is the supportive boyfriend that loves their shenanigans and is definitely hoping for robins approval #steve x eddie #more of this universe because I love the idea of these three being friends before season 4 #wip weekend #I know no one voted for my askbox list but its been haunting me

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campbyler · 2 months

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Is Will a sneakerhead or does he not care whatsoever what shoes he wears?

ooooh i’m assuming since you specified will in particular that you maybe came here from another post or because of something we said in the fic, but we have indeed made our will byers a little bit of a shoe guy!! i would definitely not call him a sneakerhead in the traditional sense — in that we don’t think he cares much for collecting them for trading/value purposes or anything like that, and i don’t think he is too knowledgeable about collections’ histories and whatnot — but he definitely is very interested in them and i think they are an article of clothing that he would take real pleasure in finding rare and interesting pieces for!! the camp whiteman attire is white sneakers only, so unfortunately he does not get to showcase this often during the summer, but we included a couple of pieces we think are very him in this moodboard (especiallyyyyy the bowie sneakers which have been on my acswy will moodboard FOREVERRRR) and i think they are a fun way for him to express himself stylistically. we also made our mike wheeler a little bit of a Jacket Guy in the same sense — not really to collect to sell or anything like that, but i think they would both be ecstatic to find unique pieces for themselves at places like vintage stores or secondhand online and to show them off (like mike with pins on his jackets for example)

anyways to answer your question: definitely not a traditional sneakerhead, but he absolutely Does care

#i have started to feel this way about bags recently so that might be a road i go down in the future #but anyways like !!! just one of those little character details we came up w tht unfortunately we can’t work into this fic too much bc of #their uniforms and such #but it is very important to us #i think also shoes and sneakers particularly are a very practical item of clothing #not like for example if you’re into collecting smth you can’t wear or use often #so i think for him it’s an interest that he can also get use out of year-round and can still be really cool and expressive #he also got a pair of sneakers he’d been eyeing from his parents for his 17th bday and to me that is what really kickstarted the interest #if you care.#asks #acswy reference

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localplaguenurse · 11 months

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Hi my name is Yoshikage Kira and I have short blond hair with wavy stylish bangs that I keep pushed back except one bouncy strand and a lot of people tell me I look like David Bowie (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to David Bowie but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I'm a serial killer but my life is quiet and peaceful. I have pale skin. I'm also an office worker, and I work at Kame Yu in Morioh where I’m a salesman (I'm thirty three). I'm a stand user that wants to blend in (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly stylish suits. I love wearing cat motif suits and they match my stand Killer Queen. For example today I was wearing a periwinkle suit with a cat skull tie, green and white striped button up shirt, and brown shoes. I had gotten eight hours of sleep and I was well rested. I was walking in the park. It was very sunny and the sky was yellow, which I was very happy about. A lot of students from the school stared at me. I blew them up with Killer Queen.

#this has been sitting in my google docs for two years #i think about it every once and a while #so here you go #jjba #jjba diu #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #kira yoshikage #yoshikage kira #my immortal #ebony dark'ness dementia raven way #i did make a reverse version of this but it's not as funny i don't think #jjba part 4 #jojo part 4 #shitpost

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enderlaithdraws · 9 months

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Crumb, Ranboo, Wilbur, and Charlie in the zombie apocalypses pt.1 w.i.p.

And a look into the creative process :D I'm giving this concept the title of "Zombie Apocalypse with The Crew"

Ranboo has a pistol (you can kinda see it on his right side) but his weapon of choice is a metal bat and a bowie knife. He calls it "The WACK N STAB"

I'm very proud of my nails into the crumbverses. Also I'm thinking about maybe the crew has a 5th member who is a doll or something of the sort. Just so they can joke around and keep high moral.

You can see that he is wearing no armor but some cloth and duct tape arm guards and goggles. In my mind the apocalypse happened before there was ample time to react. Meaning that the gear they have is mostly fast makeshift items from common objects. Any extra things like the guns each person has or extra apparel is from looting.

Also... Jorts <3

I'd say that at some point Charlie got lost and when he started following any human voice he could hear, he ended up right behind Ranboo. Who, instinctively stabbed what they thought was a zombie. mans took an L and a flesh wound.

The batchette is an idea from Instructables on Pinterest. I saw it while getting inspo and I could hear Charlie half screaming "Oh. my. gorshes... guys this power drill has given me a gift from God! BEHOLD... THE BATCHETTE!!!" Original image linked to this picture if you wanna get a better idea of what it looks like.

Wilbur! I feel the need to change face shape a bit to better represent him. Basically everything on him has a story. What he was wearing at the initial invasion and start of the apocalypse was a white button up shirt and black pants. He was on his way to meet with a tour manager in a café but chaos is unleashed before he can. Later on traded out some looted boots for his dress shoes. And looted the harness which he uses to hold items against his body and keep them from noisily bouncing around in a bag or pocket. At some point he gets stuck in a house in the country side that has been nearly untouched. But he knows it's only a matter of time before he is found by his predators. He has no way of communicating to the group and needs to fend for himself as long as it takes to reconnect. Which could be months. For that reason he finds an undershirt so he can unbutton his dress shirt and have more mobility. He takes down a large curtain and uses it to wrap around his legs as armor. (Think about it, its hard to bite or stab through a thick curtain.) And just cuts his pants so that it doesn't encumber him. (He doesn't take them off because the curtains are only covering his legs. Plus pockets are good for survival)

Once he's done with the curtain he finds some metal roller skate knee pads to help hold them in place and realizes that the curtain rod would make a decent weapon. Continuously looting the house he finds four kitchen knifes and some ninja stars in a bedroom (likely belonging to the family edgy teen) then attaches them using a hand held blow torch from the garage.

When the night comes he is barricaded in a top bedroom and there are zombies pounding on the door. It is a moonless, pitch black night and the little bit of light points out the glimmer of a golden cross necklace atop a bedside table. While he is no man of God. He can use all the help he can get. And continues to wear it even when he is safe. Not in a religious way, but in an idea that there is a greater good out there. And the world will be reborn again... someday.

rando in the back: *sniffs and wipes a singular tear from his eye* tHat is sO beUtIfUL..

So yeah that's it for now. I hope you enjoyed this sneak peak and if you have any ideas or wanna join in lemme know! While I am doing this for fun I would love it others could enjoy it too. So if you like it or think your friends/viewers would, then please Reblog. :D but what ever you do, have a good day!

BACK TO DRAWING AAAAAAAAAAAAA

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kayrockerqog · 3 months

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imma compress all my td2023 season two thoughts into one post, so spoilers below particularly for the final four/five episodes

Okay so, I can't be the only one who's super tired of Caleb by the end of the season, right? Like, no, I don't dislike him as a character necessarily, hell, we didn't have much to go off of for a GOOD while, and I'm certainly glad they actually gave him some substance. But like...really? Putting him in the FINALE? Extending his arc so long that it keeps PRIYA in until the final FOUR?? It just makes them both feel like they overstayed their welcome, especially when people like Damien, Zee and Raj got shafted in favour of their plotline, which was ultimately super exhausting compared to others. It also just felt a little...off, especially for Caleb's teammates in the finale basically being "Team Not Julia," that just felt...so sad. And not in a way that was really earned since he was super wishy-washy for the latter half of the game, especially after Damien was eliminated. Like girl how can you go from having nothing to having too much?? What is this, rags to riches? And just to get all of the kinda low points of the season IMO:

Damien was just straight up robbed, and his elimination left a bit of a bad taste in my mouth?? Like there ain't no way DAMIEN would be dumb enough and/or not paranoid enough to NOT take the idol with him to elimination, like, ON HIS PERSON. I don't care that it was hidden at the campfire, there is no way anyone with his personality, especially after saying he moves the damn thing like four times a day, would NOT KEEP IT ON HIM DURING THE CEREMONY!! That's just an unnecessary risk and it got him taken out. Also, Priya voting him out made DOUBLE no sense, like I get Wayne and Raj being sentimental and all but why would Priya vote him over someone else?? I'm still not over Zee's elimination either. Like, yeah, I get why, he spilled a bunch of tea about everybody, but did they just FORGET THE FIRST AND ARGUABLY MOST IMPORTANT BIT OF TEA??? THAT CALEB WAS FUCKING WITH PRIYA'S HEAD??? Why did they spare him of that? Caleb should've gotten more fucking consequences for not updating Zee on the development, especially when you made him PROMISE NOT TO SAY ANYTHING!!! However, there's a lot of good stuff too that I absolutely adored about the later episodes:

MK and Julia's farewell felt really fitting, even if I felt MK should've stayed over her, plus the hug??? the mutual respect??? Chef's commentary???? real. Raj and Wayne continue to be completely endearing, both with Raj's elimination and Wayne's obvious love and care for him even when he's not there. I mean FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, his worst fear at the time was having to compete AGAINST Raj instead of with him!!! How precious is that?? Plus the HUG????? RAJ'S FAREWELL?????? EVERYTHING ABOUT IT HAS ME SO GIDDY MAN!! "Bowie, get your dancing shoes!" me, being buried in a pile of the hearts swirling around my head and also just, Bowie in the finale being an icon, as usual, even if he isn't competing. His friendship with Wayne as a result of his relationship with Raj and how he's adapted to their ways of thinking is SO!!!!! GAH!!!!!! HE LEARNED THE HOCKEY TALK!!!!! IM WEAK!!!!!! And everyone on Wayne's team being so genuinely happy to support him, especially those I genuinely would not have expected to be there (Axel, Ripper, Chase) but when I think about it, it makes PERFECT sense, and I'm just,,, AGH!!!!! And while the final three and winner may not have been my first choices, I am ultimately pleased with the ending. Wayne winning makes up for the exhaustion of other plotlines in the season, and really, he played fair and square and won. Much as I wanted Julia to win, I'm glad he did.

now that ive actually seen all the episodes I'm gonna be,,, insane and reblog so much td stuff because obviously, so,, AND IF ANYONE WANTS TO ASK ME MORE QUESTIONS FEEL FREE!!! I WOULD LOVE TO TALK MORE IN DEPTH ABOUT MY THOUGHTS OF THE SEASON!!

#total drama #total drama 2023 #td 2023 #td 2023 spoilers #td raj #td wayne #td caleb #td julia #td damien #td mk #td zee #total drama stays winning #total drama 2023 spoilers

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rhapsodynew · 3 days

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How David Bowie traveled the entire USSR in a compartment of an ordinary train.

During his more than half a century-long career, British rock musician David Bowie toured almost the whole world, and almost everywhere he was greeted by crowds of fans mad with delight, and concerts were held only at the best urban venues.

One of such inhospitable countries for foreign artists was the Soviet Union, where Bowie's songs were simply banned. Therefore, when rumors appeared in the press that David Bowie had secretly visited the Soviet Union in the early 70s, all public attention turned to this extremely curious story.

It later became known that the trip was not such a secret, because along with Bowie, the USSR was also crossed by journalist Robert Musel, who later wrote an article about the musician's journey, friend and colleague of the singer Jeff McCormack, who published an entire book about the artist, and photographer Lee Childers, who recorded all the details of the trip.

David Bowie and Jeff McCormack in the dining car

In April 1973, when David Bowie's Ziggy Stardust Tour, dedicated to the promotion of two albums by the artist ("The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars" and "Aladdin Sane"), was already coming to its logical conclusion, the entire David Bowie team was counting on a short vacation, because The next concert in London was scheduled for mid-May only. In general, it is an ideal situation to stay at home and relax for a while. However, Bowie had completely different plans in this regard...

David Bowie during the "Ziggy Stardust Tour"

. . . And all because in the distant 70s, David Bowie suffered from terrible aerophobia, the cause of which was a very nervous flight from Cyprus during a storm for the performer. Looking ahead, I note that over time Bowie still managed to overcome his fear of flying, but until then he tried to move between concert venues using land or water transport. And this, as you know, required much more time than flying by plane.

In general, David Bowie planned to spend all his free time on the road before the concert in London. At first, the artist and his team had to travel for two days on the ship Felix Dzerzhinsky, en route from Yokohama to Nakhodka. Most of the passengers on board were ordinary tourists, but this did not bother the rock musicians in any way: they drank and had fun all the way, and Bowie even played an unplanned acoustic set, performing his main hits.

The audience of this spontaneous concert liked the version of the song "Amsterdam" the most Jacques Brel, which was performed by the artist. On the stage after the concert, Bowie talked with the Russian sailors for several more hours, telling them about Western culture.

When the steamer finally arrived at the port of Nakhodka, all passengers, including musicians, were escorted to the train, which Bowie liked very much - a big and, unfortunately, forced fan of railway travel

At the same time, all foreign tourists were given a book "On Scientific Communism" by Marx, Engels and Lenin, as well as memos explaining what can and cannot be photographed in the USSR. However, the funniest "gift", according to the musicians, was a brochure in which the authors stated their point of view that the animated series "Tom and Jerry" contributes to the mental degradation of children.

The train that the musicians boarded took them only to Khabarovsk in three days, where foreign guests had to switch to a much more modest Trans-Siberian Express - the most ordinary train, similar to thousands of other trains that still run between Russian regions.

In addition, the "ordinariness" of this train was also in the contingent traveling in it, consisting of ordinary Soviet citizens, for whom David Bowie seemed like some kind of alien. It is understandable: the actor had red hair, he was dressed in bright outerwear - shiny T-shirts, wide trousers, caps and platform shoes, and on the train he even wore a kimono.

The journey from Khabarovsk to Moscow lasted six days, during which David Bowie and his team not only listened to the unflattering statements of the Soviet middle class, but also did more pleasant things - they communicated with the guides and even sang their songs to them, for which, in addition to ovations, they received additional portions of tea and products that the guides They bought it during stops.

The musicians looked out the window for a long time and thought a lot. Bowie, for example, was very struck by the poverty of the Soviet people, and he could not understand how they survived the harsh Siberian winters in wooden houses. He was also surprised by Soviet women who, regardless of age, performed hard physical work. And, of course, the musician admired nature, because in addition to picturesque landscapes, he often saw wild animals from the train window.

The Trans-Siberian Express arrived in Moscow on April 30, and Bowie and his team spent three days in the capital. Of course, they went to Red Square and looked into GUM, but Bowie didn't like it there. He noted that they did not even manage to have a delicious lunch in GUM. Well, on May 1, the musicians witnessed a large-scale festive parade, which they watched from the windows of the Intourist hotel on Tverskaya Street (now The Ritz-Carlton is located there).

Bowie was frankly amazed not only by the size of the crowd, but also by the fact that each participant in the parade was holding a red flag and singing patriotic songs. This sight remained in the musician's memory for a long time and became his last great impression from a long journey through the Soviet Union. The next day, the musicians boarded a train and, passing Warsaw, Berlin and Paris, headed for London.

After this trip, David Bowie came to the USSR (Russia) twice more. In 1976, together with Iggy Pop, on the birthday of the latter, they decided to fly from Zurich to Moscow in between shows, and celebrate the holiday there.

But, this is the next story.... to be continued...

#david bowie #music story #music #my music #music love #musica #history music #rock music #spotify #rock #my spotify #rock photography #rare photos #70s music #70s

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offside-the-lines · 10 days

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Matthew Tkachuk got engaged! With that being said, how does Leon feel about it?

I know!!! I’m happy for him. He looks happy in the photos.

I think Leon feels bitter, maybe. Like, yeah, sure, they weren’t really a couple and he never made any moves to move their relationship towards seriousness. But also, like Matthew should’ve known how he felt anyway. Why does Leon have to be the one to bring it up?

Okay like, Leon was the one who insisted that they never spent the night but like, it’s not his fault that he’s logical: it just doesn’t make sense for him to do something with no evidence it will work out (he had always hoped Matty to be the first to make moves).

After the trade, they just stopped talking to each other. And yeah, maybe that’s Leon’s fault but you can’t blame him for being mad after Matthew moved literally to the other side of the continent. Message: received. You know?

I think he looks at the photos for a moment too long and then just fully turns off his phone. He thinks: What the fuck is so special about this girl anyway? What does she have that I don’t? What can she give him that I can’t?

And well… yeah.

And after the anger wears off, he’s just sad. Sad that he lost the chance that he took for granted. And he cuddles Bowie. Connie McDoo shows up with ice cream unprompted coz he’s a good friend like that. And they watch dumb romcoms together and eat non-meal plan-approved shit for dinner.

It doesn’t make him feel better. And it doesn’t make him forget. But at least he doesn’t have to hurt alone.

#i call connor connie mcdoo now and what of it #matthew tkachuk #fla #leon draisaitl #edm #mattdrai #hockey rpf #head canons

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criminalskies · 6 months

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Some Aaron thoughts & HC's (all kind of cozy and domestic)

He gets migraines from fluorescent lights. Thus the lamps in his office.

Aaron shops at Trader Joe's (American store that's kinda fancy.)

Aaron's favorite flowers are forget-me-nots.

Aaron likes almond butter better than peanut butter.

Aaron sends good morning texts. Every. Single. Day,

Aaron likes The Princess Bride and David Bowie

Aaron gives you rides to the office when it rains. Even though you have a car.

Aaron wears reading glasses at night when he's on a case. He takes them off if a member of the team asks him a question.

Aaron's not great at cooking steak and he wishes he was.

Aaron's swim trunks are navy blue with little white sailing ships on them.

Hope this helps Rome <3

thank you levi!!!! i love him all soft and cozy and domestic, let's hit it!

I definitely think he finds the fluorescents to be sensory hell, given the hours he overworks himself with, I think he'd totally suffer from migraines too. The endless coffee and lack of food don't help. Poor baby definitely prefers some soft lamplight, even if it is bad for his poor old eyes, he'll wear his glasses before he turns on the big light.

I think so, I think if aaron hotchner's gonna buy something, he's gonna do it right. He makes sure to have a top quality mattress, suit, and ingredients to cook with at home. Or their semi-fancy premade snacks (thanks for the translation too <3)

I think he'd love forget-me-nots too! not to mention the name ringing true for one of his fears in life, they're so beautiful.

I don't know why but I'm completely agreeing he would.

If he tells you he's gonna do abc for you. He's going to do it. so when you tell him a few weeks into dating that you like good morning texts, it becomes his lifeline. Can't start his day until he's sent you a good morning message. Whether it's 4:45am or 4:45 pm after he was almost comatosed in bed from a case, he's saying good morning.

HE DOES LIKE BOWIE AND TPB!!! I will take no further questions here.

He'd also be the type of guy to keep a gym towel in his trunk JUST IN CASE there's a puddle!!!! you don't want your shoes wet!!! just for you tho <3 I think he loves helping you take your wet shoes off after walking under his umbrella to the car and he'll put them in the boot for you so there's no mess and your feet can get warm under the AC!!

I'm completely obsessed w/ him wearing old man (dilf) glasses!! Mon wrote a fic about it and it has consumed so much of my mind ever since. He'd just look so sexy and wise and professor-ly wearing them.

As a vegan this is so real lmaoooo I always think about me serving him meat substitutes and he's just so happy to eat yummy food it never occurs to him that it's vegan food so one day penelope's like planning a meal for the family of the team and she's like 'can I put you down for vegan?' and I'm like yes pls queen and hotch is like 👁👄👁 and the penny finally drops that I've just never fed him meat or dairy lskdfjdlskjflskdj Idk why I find it so funny that a pro profiler is just like 'YAY! LASAGNE!' and wouldn't notice it's meat/dairy free

10. Y E S. He's such a cutie pie they so would be. Jack has some similar ones with little octopuses (octopi?)

THANK YOU LEVI! these are so freakin cute. <333333

#rome’s wonderful moots! <3 #the lovely levi!#rome’s got mail!#aaron hotchner #Aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner thoughts #hotch imagine #hotch oneshot #hotch thoughts #hotch headcanons

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As the World Falls Down

Eddie Munson x Reader (Friends to lovers!)

Synopsis: Reader and Eddie go to see a new movie together. Reader is obsessed with the movie, and one particular song in it. Eddie learns it to impress her, fluff ensues.

A/N: This is not meant to be part of the lil miniseries I've been working on. The idea struck me when As the World Falls Down from The Labyrinth started playing while I was doing homework and I thought this was just too cute not to write. Also, I think the Labyrinth came out in June of '86 so they wouldn't have been in school because summer, but we are going to ignore that plz and thank you. As always, any feedback is welcome! Enjoy :)

*GIF is not mine, but I wish Eddie was*

"Are you busy this Friday?" You bounded up to your best friend's locker, effectively startling him.

Eddie jumped a little at your sudden appearance. "What'd you have in mind?" He shut the door and walked with you to the cafeteria. He had made plans with Henderson, but he wasn't one to turn you down when you wanted to hang out.

"You know that new David Bowie movie that just came out? I thought it looked really good. Wanna go?" You offered him a little smile. One that he soon returned. "It's got goblins and like a shit ton of other cool fantasy creatures!" He couldn't help the lovesick feeling he got in his chest at the way your face lit up when you rambled about the movie.

"Yeah, sounds cool. What time should I pick you up?" You both took your seats at the table. "Well there's a showing at 4. We could go to that and get dinner after?" He nodded at this.

He knew it wasn't a date.

You two hung out together often and considered the other to be your best friend. He knew he didn't have a chance with someone like you, and he sure as hell wasn't going to confess and risk your friendship.

So instead he settled for stolen glances, fleeting touches, and little scenarios that played out over and over again in his head. He wished for more, but he was content being in your life any way you wanted him. Even if that meant being just a friend.

Friday rolled around and it was time for you to get ready. When you got home from school you immediately began looking for an outfit. Something cute, but not trying to hard.

You knew it wasn't a date.

You and Eddie had been friends since you'd moved to Hawkins your freshman year. He was a year older than you. You two had been glued at the hip since your first week when you stood up to Jason for picking on him.

Eddie had always been sweet to you. He would always offer to give you a ride (even though you had your own perfectly good car), hold your backpack when the two of you would walk to class, and even let you sit in his throne during Hellfire meetings. Not that you would actually play; you just sat there, looked cute, and added into the conversation when you could. Occasionally you would actually participate, but your knowledge was limited and Eddie would have to hold your hand through the entire session.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you entered your room. You had about an hour to pick out an outfit and freshen up your hair and makeup before Eddie would arrive.

Even though this was just two friends hanging out you couldn't help your desire to look nice for him.

After getting changed you went to touch up your makeup and hair, slip on your shoes, and add a cute little accessory to enhance your look. You knew you looked adorable. Despite knowing he would never feel the same, you could never shake the hopefulness you'd felt when he'd give you a compliment or use one of his signature pet names. Obviously, he didn't mean anything by it but a girl could dream.

Before you were able to get too engrossed in your wishful thinking, your doorbell brought you back to reality.

As soon as you opened the door Eddie's breath caught in his throat. Of course, you got all dolled up to go out. You always did. And it caught him off guard every. single. time.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart." It was your turn to feel butterflies now as that stupid name left his lips. You had to play it cool. He didn't mean anything by it.

"You don't look too bad, yourself, Munson." You walked down the steps with him to his van, hopping in after he opened the door for you.

After the movie ended you could not stop gushing about two things.

1. Bowie in those tight ass pants.

And 2. The ballroom scene.

The movie overall was amazing, but you couldn't help how much you loved the ballroom. You loved the costumes, specifically Connelly's dress; the atmosphere in the scene; and most importantly, that song.

At the diner you talked Eddie's ear off about how beautiful you thought the song was and how you just had to buy the soundtrack on cassette. He didn't mind thought. He loved watching you talk about something you were passionate about.

Even when you went on and on about that damned song, face full of burger, he thought you were the prettiest little thing he'd ever seen.

After that night at the movie Eddie got an idea. He wasn't good at many things, but definitely knew how to shred his guitar.

His feelings for his best friend had grown every stronger, and he felt like this could be his opportunity to win her over. After all, it was their senior year and he knew she was planning on leaving for college once she graduated. This could be his only chance to confess his feelings before she's out of this shit-hole town and on to bigger and better things.

Two weeks had gone by since they had gone to see that movie. He had two weeks of practice under his belt, and was finally confident enough to execute his plan. He just hoped he wouldn't lose his nerve.

"Hey, sweetheart, wanna come over Saturday?" He hoped she hadn't notice the slight shake in his voice. "Yeah that sounds good." She nodded with that sweet little smile that he loved so much.

She assumed it would be like any other time the two of them would hang out. Watch movies, talk, share a joint, maybe order a pizza. Eddie, however, was finally ready to make his move.

When she arrived at the trailer Eddie was already waiting for her on the couch.

He took her bag for her and put it in his room while she made herself at home. When he came back out a few seconds later, guitar in hand, she didn't think much of it. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to lazily pick at his guitar while she was there.

Initially, Eddie was going to wait a little bit before he carried out his master plan. But he grew more and more nervous as it got closer to the time was expected to come over. He knew it was now or never. He had to jump into it before he lost his nerve completely.

He took a seat on the couch next to her. He was worried his hands would be too shaky to play at this point, but he pushed on.

"Hey," He grimaced internally at how weak his voice sounded. "I, uh, l know you really liked that one song. So I learned it. For you." He hated how awkward he sounded. He had gone over what he was going to say beforehand, but forgot everything as soon as he opened his mouth.

He felt that dull ache in his heart. It hurt, feeling like he wasn't good enough for you. He was unapologetically himself, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't started to feel like he really was a freak after hearing it so often.

Your gasp brought him back to the present. "That's so sweet, Ed! Can I hear it?" His heart clenched, seeing those big doe-eyes looking up at him. Thought it made him nervous, he loved being this close to you. He adored these moments when he was able to really take in your features and envelop himself in your scent.

He was a sucker for your signature cotton candy perfume that you wore religiously. He even had a habit of waiting to wash shirts or jackets of his that you'd borrowed, wanting to keep the lovely fragrance around as long as possible.

Eddie only nodded in response. After taking in a shaky breath he began playing the guitar portion that was towards the end of the song.

You watched him with wide eyes. It was always so beautiful to see him doing something he loved. He was so talented with his guitar. You knew that one day he and his band would make it big, and you always told him so.

He looked downright heavenly when he was in his element like this. You couldn't resist staring at the way his fingers so smoothly plucked at the strings of his guitar. You'd bet he learned this song in no time. He always picked new ones up so effortlessly.

After he played the last note he set his guitar down gently, hands shaking. "Oh, Eddie, that was- that was amazing!" Before you could stop yourself you threw your arms around his neck. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around your torso. "I'm glad you liked it sweetheart."

When the two of you pulled back the energy had shifted. You could tell he was nervous about something. "Everything okay?" You put a hand on his forearm, concern growing.

Eddie let out a shaky breath. He knew that what he was about to do would change your dynamic forever, he just hoped that if things went sour you two would at least stay friends.

"Actually, I need to talk to you about something." You looked at him expectantly, letting him know you want him to go on. "(Y/n)... Sweetheart. I- fuck." He laughed dryly at his inability to form a sentence.

"What is it Eddie?" You looked up at him through your lashes, hand still on his forearm.

This had all gone so much more smoothly when he planned it out in his head. He had been confident and knew exactly what he was going to say and how he was going to see it. All of that went out the window when he looked into your eyes.

He felt like if he said the wrong thing he would lose the most important person in his life. He had allowed you to break down his walls and now he was at your mercy. He was, effectively, wrapped around your finger. Reduced to mush any time you came around.

"I'm in love with you." And it was the truth. He was truly, madly, deeply, in love with you. Unable to make eye contact, he looked to the floor. Suddenly, the carpet had become very interesting.

A hand turned his face towards the girl he had been dreaming about for the past four years. "Do you mean that?" Your voice was a whisper. It was all you could muster at this point.

Eddie's hand reached up to hold the hand still on his cheek. He was gentle, as if his touch could break her. "I do. But I won't hold it against you if you don't feel the same."

It was crazy how he had been reduced to a shy little boy in this moment. He had always been softer with you. But seeing loud, boisterous Eddie 'larger than life' Munson in this state was unnerving.

A smile spread across your face at his confirmation. You leaned in slowly, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was slow, tender, but filled with passion. Years worth of pent-up affection finally able to be released.

Your hand slid up his arm to grip his bicep, while he pulled you closer by your waist. After a moment you pulled away, letting out a soft breath. "I'm in love with you too."

At this a dope, lovesick grin spread across Eddie's face. He pulled you in for another kiss, and you obliged without hesitation. You knew you had a lot of lost time to make up for.

From here on out you two would have each other fully. Maybe it would be a challenge after graduation. You were going away for college, but you knew Eddie hated this town. Maybe he wouldn't be opposed to moving with you.

Whatever happens you knew you would always have each other, even if the world fell down.

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