#eddie said this is MY idiot and that's valid of him
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You are wonderful in the way you are. — eddie munson
SUMMARY: You are bisexual, and you were trying to find a way on how to come out to your friends. Telling Robin and Steve was the easy part but you were anxious about telling Eddie the truth about you. You really wanted to because he was your closest person.
word count: 1,499
genre: fluff, comfort | gn!bisexual!reader, bipoc!reader and plus-size!reader friendly
warnings: slight description of anxiety and panic (from reader), relationship status with eddie is not described (you can see it in the way how you want), y/n is used a few times, crying/tears, slight jealous eddie, use of petnames (Sweetheart, Angel and Darling), it‘s not proofread, english is not my first language — let me know if i forgot something!
a/n: pride month is ending tonight and I wanted to officially make my comeback to writing here after almost a year. and OF COURSE to write something small for Eddie and bisexual!readers. I am bisexual myself and haven’t come out to anyone in the past few years yet excluding social media. Which is why I really wanted to write this. So whether you are bisexual or not, you‘re valid and I’m so proud of you! Never change because you’re awesome!! Happy reading 🫶
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You closed your eyes and hugged Robin and Steve back very tightly. Your body was still a bit shaky but you slowly calmed down while no one said anything. A smile slowly made up its way to your lips because you knew they supported you. You knew Robin was a lesbian and Steve was the most supportive person you‘ve ever seen after Robin came out to you a few months ago. You knew nothing would happen or you hoped nothing would. Anxiety still won when you were sitting with them on the floor in the back of your house.
"I… I mean we are so proud of you." Robin said with a smile while her and Steve let go of you.
They both took your hand and Steve nodded, agreeing with Robin.
"I am glad you trust us so much." He added and you let out a small laughter with slight tears in your eyes.
And that‘s how you spend the rest of the night: Talking about your, Robin‘s and Steve‘s different crushes. Filled with many laughter and tears. Some out of sadness but most of them because you all were happy for one night.
Weeks passed by since you came out to the both idiots you loved so much. You grew closer than ever before and that‘s when Eddie got suspicious. Of course, you all were friends that was nothing new but you being so close with them. Usually, you guys would hangout every Friday night and get high together to just enjoy the time together. But you skipped these nights the last two weeks now and he was scared to lose you for whatever reason.
The thing is, you wanted to spend time with him but you were scared as well. You wanted to tell him the truth about yourself as well and you already had a plan. But you were too scared to be alone with him. You had a lot of serious conversations before but this was the most scariest thing you ever wanted to talk about. With Steve and Robin, it was an easier thing because you knew they would support you. And you were sure Eddie would too but you were still terrified. Steve and Robin comforted you and told you that you should take as much time as you need. They didn’t want you to worry and pressure yourself into coming out to Eddie. Both of them knew how close you and Eddie were and that this was very important to you.
You were currently getting ready to hang out with Steve and Robin again. It was a Friday night and you wanted to watch a movie with them. But there was one thing you forgot to cancel: the planned movie night with Eddie. You were deeply into listening to your music and danced to it without noticing Eddie standing in the doorframe of your room. He was led in by your parents. They liked him and were happy you had someone to spend time with. He watched you with an admiring smile and tried to make no noise.
You were still dancing and the moment you faced the door you let out a small scream. "EDDIE! What the hell!" You held your chest.
He chuckled and pushed him off the door to step into your room. "Hi there, Sweetheart."
"H-hi." You looked at him, nervously. You now remembered that you forgot to cancel the movie night with him tonight and kicked yourself in your mind. "What are you doing here?"
"We planned a movie night, you remember?" He slumped down on your back with a big smile.
"Oh... Yeah sure." You turned around to your mirror. You tried to think about an idea to get out of here.
His smile faltered. "You forgot it. Am I right?" He sighed. "Thought we could spend some time again I haven’t seen you in a while now."
You looked at him through the mirror and saw his changed mood. "I did. I‘m sorry.. I." You put down your perfume bottle. "I had plans with Steve and Robin."
He looked at you. "Again?" You nodded your head.
"You‘ve been having our with them a lot for a while now. Is there something I should know, Y/N?" Eddies voice sounded sad but there was a slight hint of jealousy.
You didn’t answer him but bit your lower lip. You knew you couldn’t run away from this moment forever and would have to face it someday.
Eddie sighed again and got up. "You don’t have to tell me. The next time you just shouldn’t forget to cancel our nights. You know? Unless you want to stop it completely, the I‘ll have to accept it."
You turned around and faced him but were quiet.
"Fine. If you don’t want to talk with me that‘s fine but.." He hesitated. "I deserve answers."
You nodded your head. "Yes. Yes, you do, Eddie."
"Then give me answers, Y/N. At least answer me why you keep avoiding to hangout? Did I do something wrong?"
"What? No! Of course not. It’s nothing about you. It‘s just…" You sighed and closed your door, signalling him this was something serious. You sat down on your bed, hands getting sweaty.
Eddie still stood in the middle of your room and had his eyes focused on you and only you. He noticed the change of your body language and immediately sat down next to you and taking your hand.
"You know you can tell me everything. I won’t judge you."
You looked up to him and had tears in your eyes. He looked softly at you and squeezed your hand.
"I‘m not sure about this, Eddie." You eventually whispered.
He knitted his brows together. "I could never judge you, Sweetheart. Never ever. I swear on my life." He put his other hand over his chest, like the dramatic king he always his.
This caused you to chuckle and he smiled because of it. "Y/N, if you don’t want to tell me, it‘s fine. I don’t want to pressure you into telling me what‘s going on. I can wait."
You shook your head and looked down to your both hands. With the other one you wiped away your tears and deeply breathes in. You were nervous. Extremely nervous.
"There‘s something I‘ve been keeping from you, Eddie. And it‘s a really big thing for me." You closed your eyes for a second. "I‘m scared of telling you. I... I‘m scared of all the possible reactions you could give and I‘m scared it will be one of the bad ones."
He looked at you but didn’t say anything. Eddie wanted to give you as much as time you would need — even if it would take all night. He would be there for you. His kind was working on all the possible things you could mean but he had no idea of what you would say next. It could be everything. But he for sure knew, whatever it is he won’t judge you. He never could, you‘re way too important and special for him. He admired you in the way you are, no matter what.
"I... I am bisexual, Eddie." You breathed out, hands still shaking, and you didn’t dare to look up to him.
Eddie sat there in silence. A big and generous smile appearing on his lips. He immediately hugged you and kissed the side of your head. You didn’t say anything and hugged back. Tears flooding out of your eyes because all you were feeling right now was relief.
A few minutes pass by without any words until Eddie loosened the hug to look at you. "I am so proud of you, angel. You know that?"
You looked at him, the tears slowly stopping and chuckled a bit.
"I am so glad you trust me enough to tell me this about you. And I couldn’t be happier to keep this with me forever." He wiped away your tears. "You‘re wonderful in the way you are. Your sexuality won’t ever change this picture of you. Okay?"
You nodded your head and smiled at him. "Thank you, Eddie. You have no idea how relieved I am now."
He smiled at you and hugged you again. But he knitted his eyebrows together again, he was curious. "Is this why you cancelled our movie nights?" He wasn’t angry or mad.
"Y-yeah. I‘m sorry. I know it‘s stup-"
Eddie interrupted you. "It‘s not." He looked at you again. "I should be sorry."
You raised your eyebrows. "Why should you be? I cancelled them not you. I didn’t say why."
"I was jealous." He admitted.
"Jealous? Of what? Steve and Robin?" You slightly laughed. "Oh my god you were!"
He looked down embarrassed but laughed with you. "Yeah, I was."
You squeezed his hand. "There is absolutely no reason to be jealous, Eds. You will always be my guy." A smile appeared on both of your lips.
"And you will always be my sweetheart."
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Awkward Car Trips
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A/N: Another part of my Idiot!Verse installment! So, hope you enjoy! Feedback/Reblogs appreciated
Takes Place during Season 4
Pairings/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader
Warnings: swearing, smartassery, dustin being overbearing, steve being an idiot, max being angsty
It was times like this where Steve just couldn’t understand why you were able to be Dustin’s actual babysitter for so long. Dustin Henderson was so damn obnoxious that he wanted to stuff his stupid hat down his throat.
See, what happened was the second you guys left the library to continue on your main quest and not the side quest, as Dustin put it, things kicked off in typical fashion when it came to those two. Dustin proclaimed that he had shotgun to keep all unnecessary sexual tension from taking over, all the while, Steve was shouting that Dustin was being ‘a real dickhead’ and that he was making things awkward.
“Awkward? Who’s awkward? I’m not awkward. Are you awkward, Y/N?” Dustin turned to you, waiting for an answer.
You sighed, “Now I’m just tired.”
Although, what really surprised you and threw you for a loop was seeing Max sitting in the car when you had arrived. She wasn’t even in the library when Steve and Dustin came in, and you had no idea how long she had been with them, but Max was sitting there, quietly watching the two morons bicker.
“Are you awkward, Max?”
“I’m annoyed,” she told Dustin who glared at Steve.
“Okay. So you’re the only awkward one, dude,” Dustin told Steve who sat there clutching the steering wheel, staring straight ahead at the library doors, wondering exactly what moment it was that solidified his attachment with Dustin so he could go back in time and undo it.
“How long have you been here?” You sighed and asked Max.
“Like, in Hawkins or — “
“In the car, smart ass.”
She smirked satisfactorily to herself, hiding it as she turned her head for a second before wiping the smirk off her face, “Awhile. You should’ve seen them shouting about you before they went in.”
Steve glared at her through the rearview mirror, “Didn’t you have headphones on? I thought you couldn’t hear anything.”
“Just one ear,” She replied while Steve groaned.
“Why were you shouting about me?” You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at the ack of Steve’s head, because he refused to turn around and face you.
“No one was shouting about you. We were just talking about coming in to get you.”
“Steve has unresolved feelings towards you. It’s very romantic comedy of him, if we’re being quite honest. It definitely sickens me,” Dustin exclaimed.
You sighed and looked to the teenager you were so fond of, “Hey, Dustin, remind me how that song from Neverending Story goes.”
“Touché,” he muttered while Steve smirked and started the car. You sighed and shook your head, watching Steve as he pulled out of the lot and began to drive.
“So…where are we going?” You asked the three of them, waiting for someone to loop you in, “And just what are we dealing with?”
“Buckle up, buttercup, we’ve got a lot to fill you in on. Hope you didn’t have a big lunch,” Steve said. “First, we’re dropping Max off to see Ms. Kelley and do some investigative work.”
You frowned, “Why are we investigating the guidance counselor?”
“That’s part of the lore we have to tell you. Remember Vecna?” Dustin turned to look at you.
“Uh…what, is that in Eddie’s campaign? You know I can’t remember all your Dungeons and Dragons —“
Dustin groaned and looked to Steve, “This, this is the woman you love, just saying.”
“Eat shit, Henderson,” Steve shouted.
“I will smother you, child!” You shouted at the same time.
Max shook her head and readjusted her headphones over her ears so she could tune out Dustin telling you about everything with the latest monster of the year, Chrissy, Eddie’s involvement, and their theory of what was going on. This was pandemonium, and you had a sinking feeling in your stomach the more Dustin went on. You felt like you were right and totally validated to be afraid and not really wanting any part of this, it really was just getting worse every time one of these monsters came back.
They dropped off Max at Ms. Kelley’s home so she could go inside and talk to her. The three of you waited in the car in an uncomfortable silence. You were thinking about how many close encounters you could possibly have before this whole Upside Down thing caught up to you. Steve was thinking about everything he could possibly do to keep you and the kids safe, and Dustin?
Well, Dustin had different priorities.
“Is this going to be a thing?” Dustin asked. “The air being thick with sexual tension because the two of you are stupid?”
“I remember when you used to be nice to your babysitter. I miss those days. You were such a cute little bastard,” you told Dustin who rolled his eyes.
“Don’t embarrass me, Y/N. You know you’re the best babysitter — sorry, Steve, but she was first — but, like, come on, you guys!”
Steve groaned, “Dustin, enough —“
“No, not enough! You two are obviously super into each other. What the hell has to happen before you two admit it? I mean, god, I’m going to be legal to drink before you two finally kiss!”
“Dustin, it’s not — we just —“ You stumbled over what to say. You didn’t know what to say. Was now the right time to be doing this? Hardly! And you certainly didn’t need a third-party butting in with his opinions and demands of your relationship.
“Y/N, I’ve known you since you moved to town, and Steve is the only guy that’s gotten you to blush and act like a girl and shit like that,” Dustin exclaimed.
You felt heat rise in your cheeks, “Totally not true.”
“Yeah, okay. And you,” He glared at Steve who scoffed. “She is the best, most awesome person in the world and you’re being a little chicken shit about this whole thing. Steve, if you don’t marry her and become the ultimate babysitters duo, then you’re just wasting your life!”
“Whoa, who said anything about marriage?” Steve shouted.
“I am too young to be married!” You shouted at the same time.
Dustin sighed and stared up at the sky, as he seemed to be doing this often when it came to your relationship with Steve. He shook his head and stared out the windshield as he tried to figure out what to say to you two to finally get things moving, “Look, all I’m saying, is you two have a great thing. I mean, Steve, I didn’t even like you for a super long time.”
“I know.”
“You were such a douche.”
“I’m aware, Henderson.”
“I mean, really, you were King Douche.”
You snorted and muttered quietly, “Sluttington.”
“Wow. You two are hilarious,” Steve rolled his eyes dramatically while Dustin turned to you and grinned. “What do you want me to do, confess my undying love for her in front of you?”
Dustin shrugged, “I don’t mind.”
“I mind!” Steve shouted.
You blinked several times before raising your hand up as you spoke, “Hold on. Are you in really love with me, Steve?”
Steve sputtered. His cheeks reddened and he gripped the steering wheel as he tried to figure out what to say. He could hardly breathe at the moment, and now he was stuck with you and Dustin trying to find the right words to say. Ugh, this used to come so easily to him, why was he messing this up now?
“Y/N, I —“
“Steve, I —“
You both were cut off by Max suddenly opening the door and sliding inside. She looked between everyone and held up the keys, “I got them. Are we ready to go?” She frowned when she saw Dustin cringing and smack his palm into his face. “What?”
“They were going to admit they love each other, finally,” Dustin said.
“Oh, well don’t let me stop you two. That’s been years in the making, as far as I’ve been told,” Max said.
“See? Thank you!”
“We weren’t. I—“ Steve shook his head and turned back around and started the car up. “Hawkins High is next, right?”
Dustin frowned a little as he realized that maybe he pushed this issue a little too hard, “Hey, man. Look, I — “
“Let’s just go,” you put your seatbelt back on and leaned against the window. “Before Dustin tries to bully his way into everyone’s relationships like he’s the boss.”
Steve scoffed, “Right? You have to humble yourself, man. You’re coming on way too strong.”
“I agree,” you chimed in with Steve. “It’s aggressive. Quite frankly, it’s a little creepy of you. Is this what happens when you miss Suzie?”
“I hate you,” Dustin announced out loud as Steve drove, “I hate you both so god damn much.”
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ㅤㅤㅤ“VAMPIBOY”
steve/eddie/robin/nancy/max/dustin/lucas x kas!male!reader.
N/A: You fuckers. Believe me, I am VERY grateful for the great support my first story got! As I said, it was my first time writing on Tumblr or writing something itself. In time I will try to find my "correct" and comfortable way to make my stories/oneshots/headcanon/canon etc!
+ If you like this type of content/story, it will help me get more inspiration for the future if you like or reblog! (or follow me). Whatever you want, you're free, my little duck. ♡
I'm going to emphasize something and that is that in the part where it is said that the reader is naked, you can really let your imagination run wild. (I say this because there can be both amab or ftm, honestly that doesn't matter, both are valid! ♡).
Summary: After the third victim of Henry/Vecna/01 he decides to “banish” you leaving your adrift in a completely different world than the one you were already used to. According to him, he no longer needed you because his plan had gone perfectly.
Warnings: detailed injuries.
ㅤAlthough this story doesn't contain anything ㅤsexual I still recommend that women o fetish ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpeople don't read.
—Ugh... My- my back..—: They're your first words when you woke up in another dimension that although you belonged before, you were snatched from that one several years ago. Your skin was completely pale, full of burns by the sun and by the pavement that boiled without forgiveness from God himself, Your naked body was surrounded by a white blanket that increased the heat and suffocating air. As soon as you became aware of what was happening, you couldn't help but feel pain and burning in your back, You let out a desperate and fearful scream causing several police officers who were securing the area to lift the blanket, them and some other people around when they lifted the blanket they all gave disgusted looks and even many of them began to say that you were an undead, a demon or Satan. The pain did not let you hear or think clearly, someone or something had scratched you to the point of leaving very noticeable marks because the blood was still fresh. They were deep wounds according to you, you could feel every ripped muscle and your weak bones.
—Kill that thing!—: Apparently everyone had forgotten about that boy who they were blaming minutes ago for your “death”. Weakly you stood up to try to run, but when you wanted to run it was impossible because the burns on your feet and your malnourished body didn't help much, you wanted to escape at all costs and it was what you did with a lot of effort, your legs were weaker and you felt like a deer learning to walk. In the end you ended up falling off a cliff which led directly to the forest. You didn't know what to do or where to go, the whole town already knew who you were and surely they were looking for you to kill you, due to the great loss of blood you crawled under a rock and fell asleep, you were waiting for death as soon as possible.
That hope of dying asleep was extinguished when you heard a boy with long, curly brown hair curse a guy named Jason and how he had ruined the best year of his life. You quickly sat up and moved your body to a part of the rock where you couldn't be noticed.—:Look at me, I'm Jason and I blame the first guy I've been picking on for years, blah blah blah:—Apparently he was so focused on his business that he ended up sitting a few meters away from you, so you tried to make as little noise as possible or else he might end up walking away and look for the rest of the town to lynch you.
You spent a while listening to the idiotic things of the boy who, to a certain extent, seemed to be telling them to you. Time passed and he tried to fall asleep telling himself that everything will be fine by dawn. He had finally fallen asleep, you were determined to get closer to see him completely and not just let yourself be guided by the shadow you saw half an hour ago, you were delicately approaching for two reasons, your injured body and because you feared that he would do something to you.—:pretty:—you whispered under your breath and ran your fingers over her hair and cheeks without even touching them, although there came a time when you rested your hand on her shoulder.—:Who the hell are you? Will you hurt me?:—A brittle and somewhat thick voice came out of nowhere, it was that boy who by inertia took your wrist and clumsily squeezed it tightly.—:my wrist.. you're hurting me:—you exclaimed letting out internal moans due to the pain, you knew that the pressure exerted would leave you with a bruise.
—“shit, I'm sorry.”
—“no problem.”
—“Correct me if I'm wrong, but.. you're naked?”
—mhm? oh!:—you were dying of embarrassment and you didn't know how to cover half your body, you were so nervous that for the first time someone from this town wouldn't treat you in a disrespectful way.
—:don't worry! take my jacket if you want, I don't need it so much now:— he got up to be able to take off the black leather jacket and give it to you carefully.—:And..uhm, why- why are you like this? naked..:—He turned around so you could put on your jacket more comfortably but he kept asking questions about your appearance.—:I was banished.. from a place:—The tone of your voice diminished as you remembered things, since at the end of the day that was Henry, he rejected you but then when he needed something from you he came back to look for you.
—“Oh, I see, problems with your parents?”
—No.. no, Henry and his stupid plan-:—And once again, your mouth was faster than your thought.
After a long night under that rock, you and the boy were trying to explain several things that happened since the first death, you finally got to know who Jason was and why he had screwed up everything, likewise he also knew more about Henry/01/Vecna. It was a night full of laughter, discoveries and to some extent full of tears for both of us—:Look, I don't know if you know dustin, but I hope I can get in touch with him in the morning and ask him to bring some clothes, okay, vampiboy?:—A “yes” came from your lips as you hugged your legs and buried your head between them. That night they also came to introduce themselves to make the atmosphere less heavy (Eddie's idea!), the truth is that you didn't know why he gave you such a strange nickname.
—“Eddie, what's..."vampi" mean?”
—“Well, they are like bats, but human and they feed on human blood, they don't like the sun because they burn if they get under it”
—“Oh.”
—“Eddie. Holy shit. Are you okay?”
—:Nah man, pretty... pretty goddamn far from okay:—You listened to Eddie while you just hugged your legs and rest your head on them.You listened to Eddie while you just hugged your legs and rested your head on them. His plan was to introduce them to his new deadlooking friend and pray to God that everything went well.—:that's near Cornwallis and Garrett-:—Munson was stopped by Steve before realizing the location:—:I know where that is:—After that you only heard how Dustin told him repeatedly that they were coming, they didn't even give him time to tell them the clothes or that he was accompanied. You started to overthink how he would deal with them and how he would explain to them without the need to tell them that you are almost dead.
When he finished speaking he noticed how you were looking at a fixed point and you hardly moved, it was very obvious that you were worried about the fact that he didn't have time to ask them for some food or clothes as minimum, he didn't know how to cheer you up or comfort you, he was going through something hard too, how could he help you if he constantly heard people cursing at him through the news. It's Eddie though, so he started making lame jokes about the situation and surprisingly got a smile out of you causing your fangs to look pretty visible.
When they finally got there the first thing they saw was Eddie throwing himself off a small rock and saying to Dustin “butthead”, You still didn't come out of hiding until the brown hair started talking about how he had met a new friend, everyone was surprised since he claimed that he had had a long talk with a vampiboy and since he was someone close to a guy named vecna—:Poor, running away is getting to him:—Max exclaimed mockingly as he kept his arms crossed and turned around to face the forest.—:No... I'm here..:—When you came out from under the rock you felt the looks of fear/shock from most, you looked at the ground while one of the girls, Robin, he was covering your naked body with his body—:Why the hell r you all staring?! Let's go, we have to get clean clothes for... I'm sorry, what's your name?:—Several woke up from that trance after seeing you halfnaked and noticing the pale color of your skin.
Arriving at the truck you sat in the trunk in front of Eddie, you felt how he was constantly looking at your hands and lips, perhaps he was very amazed since minutes before he almost had a cardiac arrest when he saw very widely your fangs. Throughout the trip you complained when several holes in the street passed, since, Ever since you were under the rock, you never told Eddie about your injuries.—: Guys! I don't think we should take a complete stranger with us... what if he attacks us or something? Eddie said he was close to vecna and-:—Lucas was interrupted by Max with a blow to the stomach with his elbow, it was not the right time to talk out loud about what was right or wrong, only they knew why they helped you.
You managed to hear Lucas and it was for this reason that Max elbowed him. You let out a sigh and ignored all noise just by closing your eyes, this was tormenting you so much, you felt that all this was almost a vision of Henry or even an illusion to torture you, your thoughts were diminishing little by little just like your guard.—:He's falling asleep, Eddie... could you?:—Steve said without concern and giving him a small gesture that was enough to know what he really meant, Eddie just nodded and gently settled your head on his lap and the rest of your body he tried to accommodate it for the remaining space that the trunk had. He didn't know where to place his hands and he hadn't thought about putting them on you, he had noticed from the beginning that you felt discomfort in your back, in the end he ended up putting his hands behind his head.
During the trip, everyone began to make theories about how a human could be in such conditions, however they did not deny that you had very... particular things.—:vampire?:—It was the first response that was obtained from Lucas after a time.
— “hey, guys... maybe he was right?”
— “What?”:—They all said the same answer.—
— “It would be like a type of "vampire", rather something similar to a vampire bat. They are characterized by consuming animal blood, but the thing it's that he can survive 6 months without food, now the question is... where he come from?”
—:I think the answer is very simple, if monsters and shit have come out of an alternate world, why shouldn't a vampiboy come out?:—For a moment most of them stared at him after his sudden and ironic response, but he wasn't wrong and less so after the talk they had had under the skull rock, everything made sense. As soon as they got to Steve's house, he and Eddie tried to pick you up so they could get in, when they managed to make you aware of the situation you started denying strongly and unconsciously your nails on the Munson boy's arm.—:Light... makes my skin... u-uhm...:—The lack of words made you feel useless, you didn't know, or rather, you couldn't find the right ways to express what you needed.
When they managed to understand you, they decided to take some clothes to the truck and that you will change in there, when you were finally about to put on a blue jacket with white lines, Nancy came in from the other side and very conspicuously noticed the large scratches that you had all over your back.—:what happened to your back?!:—His shout alarmed the others, causing them to approach in a hurry—:What are waiting for? bring alcohol, cotton and some bandages!:—That's when they started looking like crazy. Time passed while Nancy tried to heal your wounds and you just writhed from the immense burning when she placed alcohol to disinfect the wounds.—:Hold still, I don't want to hurt you more than you already are:—You resisted for a few moments and made the suffering end as soon as possible, obviously you had to bite your lower lip to not let out any kind of noise. Luckily the burning stopped when he put on some gauze pads with tape and the bandages.
When you put on your shirt, everyone settled back in their respective seats while they went over the plan to get on the boat to look for the portal.—:And exactly what will we do when we get there? 'Cause I highly doubt we'll all fit in one boat:—Eddie was as nervous as everyone except for one person in particular, you. You knew what everything was like in that world, every "secret" inside the upside down so you had to be answering thousands of questions that they asked in search of calming their nerves, obviously your answers were very few and were more signs than anything else.—:As i told you, robin, (y/n) can't go with us 'cause his wounds they don't heal at all:—You admired the way Nancy seemed like a born leader, and especially how everyone had listened to her... well, almost everyone since Dustin spent a lot of time with his idea that he should go within the boat because he had discovered the portal and apart because it was his compass.
the end was very dry and perhaps without much desire, I know and I'm sorry for it, but my brain was not giving for more. T-T
I used as a reference to the reader's wounds a photo of a character that was played by Joseph:
Without further ado, I say bye bye and please, be patient with the stories.
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Hello, I love your blog. An unpopular opinion: plenty of people says Ed is the most pure, innocent on the Eds, and characters overall, but nah. For me, he can be as much as a dick as Edd and Eddy are in occasions. There the moments where he laughs at Eddy and puts a diaper on his tongue (To Sir with Ed), exposing his zit (X Marks an Ed), or laughing and mocking his middle name (Your Ed Here). As for Double D, there even moments where he mocks him, just like in the aforementioned Your Ed Here (''Find your Hamburgers yet, Wimpy?'' ''Yeah, that you stink at this game, Double D'', ''Ah, kitty-cat go meow?''). And nah, I don't believe Ed is ''just too stupid to know when he's being a jerk or acting up'', it's pretty much agreed he's smarter than he looks and much more conscious of his surroudings- for me he's genuinely being a jerk for his own ways in these moments. What you say?
Ps: Aditionally, Ed seems to LOVE any oportunity to call the others Eds idiots (''That is STUPID, Double D.'' ''Even I am not that dumb, Double D'').
Thanks! And thank you for reaching out! I appreciate all the thought you put into your question.
You’ve made some really valid points, and I agree that I think folks are quick to forgive and forget certain characters for bad behavior over others. I find Ed and Edd are forgiven for many sins while Eddy gets dragged. They are all bad in their own ways haha
My perspective is that every kid on the show has their jerk moments, including Ed, but he’s not the worst perpetrator. I think Kevin is most guilty of outright bullying (Your Ed Here and Smile for the Ed) vs your average kids just being sort of shitty and mean and catty. I honestly like when Ed make snide sassy remarks to his friends. They sure aren’t afraid to call him an idiot or an oaf to his face so I think they sometimes deserve a taste of their own medicine. I’m all for the playful jabs.
Ed’s moments of cruelty get dismissed because the audience pegs him as ignorant to the intent of his actions: he’s not trying to be mean, just misguided or oblivious. Lack of forethought certainly doesn’t excuse the behavior or it’s impact on his friends - I think X Marks the Ed is a good example of where Ed is oblivious to Eddy’s embarrassment and he is egged on by Jonny and the other kids to embarrass him further. I find this to be entirely unsurprising kid behavior. The times when Ed is his meanest is when he thinks or misconstrues the situation to be FUNNY, and usually that is coming from someone else (other bullies) or I think rubs off from things Eddy does (being influenced by his Big Bro).
Ive talked about this before but I’m not a big fan of Ed’s characterization in the later seasons and movie. I think all the characters become especially cruel to one another during season 4 and early season 5, Ed included. One of my least fav Ed moments is the end of Tight End Ed: Eddy literally being gagged and tied to the Lemon Brook Lumper bus is so disturbing and made so much worse by Edd’s appropriately concerned reaction and then Ed’s total obliviousness to his friend’s distress. To be concise: he’s just an idiot without a conscience vs like what you said I think there was a time in the earlier seasons when his brain worked a little more. And also this isn’t the same Ed from Once Upon an Ed that saw himself as the hero that saves his friends from mutant Kankers. It’s a regression that I don’t particularly like.
I guess at the end of the day I do think that I find Ed to still exhibit more good intent than bad, and I think he is written as ignorant rather than malicious (even when I don’t agree on that gag being overused like it is - it does start to make him seem overly cruel). I still love Ed despite some of those disappointing moments.
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Now lets talk about Ed:
1: His intelligence. He's just a doofus, or is he smarter than he looks?
2: Is he this 100% pure cinnamon roll, or he's a kind of jerk just like everyone else (yeah, I find him to be a jerk in some episodes, just like Your Ed Here)?
3: Is he so genuinely sunny and carefree, or is this a mask and he's secretly depressed or struggling (you know, his abusive homelife and all more)?
thanks for giving me some food for thought! i do just wanna say that any and all (okay, most) interpretations and opinions, including unpopular ones are valid, even if i have different ideas. im but a humble dumbass that spends my free time blogging about a cartoon. no one needs a green light from me to feel a certain way about any character. the fun of participating in goofy fandom stuff is to hear opinions from people with different experiences that shape their perception.
that being said 🤔
i've posted here before that i think ed became gratuitously stupid later on, especially for season 5. maybe he got brain damage from eddy using him as a battering ram so often. but he's got some lucidity sprinkled on top of his oafishness throughout the series. i don't think he's "stupid", i think he just stays in his own little world and that his brain works differently than others'. early on he comes off more as a dopey guy who hangs with eddy because they're both outcasts and can be themselves around each other. not a lot of options, if you get my drift. of all three eds he has the least culpability when it comes to their eventual injurious antics, in my opinion. he's kinda just there because he hangs out with eddy (and edd) and that's what eddy does. there's a true friendship there, don't get me wrong. but i don't think the eds started hanging out because they found each other interesting or cool lmao. that's comes later as they get to know each other and experience trauma together.......anyway, im getting off track.
i think ed is just as multi-faceted as anyone else, it's just maybe those facets aren't explored as much as they are for the other two idiots.
that being said, i don't see him as a jerk personally, but he has his moments i'm sure. i think it's moreso that he doesn't have much of a filter and just says what he thinks. and it's obvious that his doting on sarah is not because he actually gives that much of a shit but because he gets in trouble if she tells their parents. not that it really matters because she makes shit up all the time. he's probably said a lot more jerk-ish things but they're made incomprehensible by his use of nonsensical literary devices. little ed blue is one of my favorite episodes because as we get to see ed when he's upset and irritable which is rare and always fleeting. i'll leave it at that and recommend @gettingfrilly's recent post about that scene where ed is on the tree stump just fuming. they're way more qualified than i to examine this type of stuff 🥴 i'll reblog it after i post this. but i do find it hilarious that he grabs eddy by the face and throws him into a tree. with edd, he gives a warning and pushes him away. there are lots of examples of him being notably gentler with edd and probably even jimmy and others a few times. overall i feel like he's not really intentionally violent with anyone besides eddy. i have a terrible memory so despite watching every episode several times by now, i tend to forget stuff often. so i could be wrong. anyway, again i digress. in 'your ed here' he makes a few playfully sassy remarks when he's playing tic tac toe with edd, but i don't really see it as him being a jerk per se. he thinks he's good at the game so he's doing his weird version of bragging and teasing. and I think a lot of times he comes off as aloof when someone (eddy) is being humiliated and/or getting their ass kicked but i think that has to do with him again, being in his own world and not necessarily because he doesn't care. and finally, with him laughing at eddy and edd's middle names, i just don't find it to be mean-spirited. he thinks the names are funny and so, he laughs.
one example of him being snotty that comes to mind right now is from another of my fave episodes, 'thick as an ed'. it's hilarious to see him try to clap back at edd by saying "stinky hat" over and over. he's expressing genuine annoyance at double dee being well, fucking annoying as usual. to me it's unlikely that edd's hat actually stinks so that means ed came up with something he knew would get under edd's skin. you could argue that it's a bit of a dick move! but given the context of the episode, he's reached a breaking point after his friends have done nothing but try to take his beloved lucky cheese chunk. i can't believe i'm writing this right now.
anyhow, there's definitely a theory out there that ed is putting on an act of being stupid and clumsy just to essentially spite eddy, or foil the scams. it's just not my own personal take on things. interesting nonetheless!
yeah man, ed has an unquestionably awful life at home. his maladaptive daydreaming is definitely a coping mechanism for his shitty reality and probably helps him make sense of the things going on around him. i think ed has a bit of a lack of object permanence (for lack of a better phrase) so once he's away from his house and sarah isn't around, he might be able to put his hardships on the back burner for a while. with the other two eds, they wear their emotions and trauma on their sleeves. there's a lot in what they do, say, and how they react that are tells for their less than ideal upbringings and lack of emotional well-being. a big difference is that they try to hide it and don't explicitly state that things are though back home. with ed we mostly gain insight from his interactions with sarah, the neglected state of his room and personal hygiene, and the random things he discloses about his parents a handful of times. he doesn't even express his opinion about how his parents or sarah act, he simply recalls his past experiences. he's smart enough to grasp cause and effect, even if it doesn't ways show in his actions. his cheerfulness might come off as him being blissfully unaware and i think that's because he essentially is?? at the very least when he's not being actively lambasted by his mother, he's able to hardcore dissociate and go off into ed-land to escape the horrors ™.
TL;DR: i don't think ed's thick-headedness detracts from his distinct personality. he is a loveable oaf and that's perfectly fine in my book. i don't think he's a "cinnamon roll", but i also don't think he's a jerk. my opinion is that he leans waaaaay more towards benevolence. and yeah i absolutely think he's experiencing a lot of neglect and trauma, no doubt about it. i don't see his sweet disposition as a mask necessarily, but more as the result of masterful compartmentalization.
#thanks again! i have a headache so im gonna spare everyone any further attempt to form cohesive thoughts at the moment#@gettingfrilly don't roast my poorly expressed takes too hard#text
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Steve coughed a deep rattly thing that felt like throwing more acid on the constant burn at the back of his throat, muscles ached to move on top of his head thrumming in pain.
But besides droopy tired eyes he looked fine, so everyone was satiated. Morph as Eddie named him was perched on his shoulder looking just as tired.
Do people name their souls? No one answered that just snickered in that grossly loving way parents do when their kid said something stupid.
That didn’t stop him from calling the red blob Morph anyways.
Steve watched as the last of his kids left grinning and shoving each other like idiots. I sight he missed seeing, which only looked better with Eddie leading them like a wizard on some quest.
His own soul taking the shape of a staff, just as expressive as he.
They may not be friends yet, but they were getting somewhere. They looked like they all enjoyed each others company at least.
Nancy even gave Robin a ride home. Which was something he was not going to think to much about because his head already felt like it split.
He walked back into the empty house, Mike wasn’t even haunting the halls deciding to spend time with Will.
So if he collapsed on the couch, instead of making the treacherous quest up the steps there was no one there to blame him.
He didn’t know what was going on when his eyes opened to see a long haired figure perched over him. Hairs pulled back out of their face hung limp at their shoulder.
Wearing a relatively form fitting long sleeved sweatshirt. HIS long sleeved sweatshirt he let someone borrow.
Who was it again?
His face scrunched trying to remember only to groan out in pain.
“Idiot you should have told us” the words were whispered not because they didn’t want to be heard, no they knew Steve was sick, that his head was pounding and were treating him accordingly.
He blinked their image still blurry, be it from sleep or the possible migraine whose to say.
He heard the drip of water into a bowl but by the time he peered to see what it was something cold and wet was pressed into his head.
It was gentle and moved with delicacy, almost afraid of hurting him more.
“Take this and go back to sleep” a soft voice lulled under their breath soothingly raising a couple of tablets and a glass of water.
He would do whatever that voice asked of him, it was so hypnotizing. He filled his mouth with water chucked the tablets in before swallowing it all down one gulp.
“Good boy” he could see the grin stretch their lips amused when he rest his head against the hand that cupped his cheek.
With the fever coursing through him he couldn’t feel the hand, just that it was cool and he wanted more.
“I am?” Steve prodded “mhm you’ve done so much for us” he didn’t feel like he has but to have this kind of validation, to be perceived sent a thrill up his spine.
So when the hand tried to leave him tried to take away the security he latched onto it. “No” he wasn’t ready to let go of it. Not yet.
“Rest, I’ll tell you what an idiot you are when you wake up” they cooed before humming a gentle tune. Never letting go
He fell right back to sleep.
Thinking if only Eddie would take care of him like this. But there’s no way it could happen this Eddie didn’t like him.
This Eddie barely saw him as a friend
The next time he opened his eyes he felt utterly rejuvenated only to see Eddie’s face right there in front of his face holding a towel rather menacingly.
He screamed. Eddie screamed they bother were screaming until Eddie cut into it laughing.
“Damnit Eddie” Steve huffed haphazardly shoving him away unable to hid his smile.
“Oh my, looks like the patient finally woke up” Eddie said with a pitched British accent.
“Very funny Marry Poppins, but have you seen the doctor of the house?” He played along looking around a tinge of red to his cheeks thinking about how childish he acted last night.
“Ouch Vintage that was clearly a Mrs. Doubtfire impersonation, seems to me someone needs to study more 90s pop culture” he clicked his tongue slapping Steve’s head with the towel.
Steve rolled his eyes “ Seriously Eddie where is she” he was embarrassed, he needed to apologize for making a scene, shit for having to be taken care of.
God he felt like an idiot.
It was Eddie’s turn to look confused “who?” Steve’s face grew even more red, “Nancy” he rubbed his face wiping all the guck off with the towel Eddie smacked him with.
There was no way in hell he was gonna let Eddie of all people know what happened so he kept it vague. Taking the glass and pills handed to him, repeating the same motion from last night.
“There is uh… something I need to talk to her about…about last night she uh took care of me” he scratched his face trying to hide how stupid he felt.
There was this weird ripping sensation he felt before morph slammed into his face squeezing him hard almost frantically.
He poked the little blob giving him barely any of his attention focused on Eddie who had fell back and knocked over the bowl of water cursing.
“Shit sorry, uh no she uh” Eddie voice was frantic looking for a towel or something to dry the mess off. Or so Steve thought.
“Left a bit ago told me to um…make sure you take that medicine”
Steve beamed so bright before reeling it back in coughing to regain that lost composure knowing that Eddie was taking care of him even a bit.
Fuck he had it bad.
“Thanks” he smirked smacking Eddie with the towel so he could clean it up not noticing the second one laying beside him on the couch nearly dry and warm.
“Of course Vintage” he said warm like honey.
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characters that have given me gender euphoria
Aizawa Shouta - when my hair got long again during 2020 I wore it half up half down like she does when he goes around informing the parents of his class that they are setting up dorms for the students
I started wearing my hair like that mostly because I thought it was cute and I love him. But the absolute joy it gave me.
Eddie Munson - I got really hype fixated on him when season four dropped and I needed a Halloween costume for this year. The second I put on the wig it was the same rush as before, but multiplied by a high number
I had decided to try cosplaying to see if it had any kick (it does)
Spock - part one is that i got these beautiful ear cuffs at RenFest last weekend and they were pointed ears, much like Spock’s. My friend teased me and told me to get them, I’d look just like Spock. I tried them on and absolutely purchased them.
part two is that my sister took a photo of me last night, looked at the photo and proceeded to tell that she had a comment to make about it and it would either make me really happy or leave me offended. I was like....Okay? Anyway, she told me that I was giving Spock in that photo. I wish I was joking when I said it made me feel so valid. Like, dumb laugh and happy clapping.
bless these perfect, idiotic boys and the joy they have brought me by simply being.
#gender euphoria#gender expression#have you ever looked at a character and loved them so much#but you aren't sure if it's because you love them or because you want to be them?#and then you cry in gender#bless my friend who asked me that once#and changed my life#aizawa shouta#eddie munson#Spock#perfect#dumb boys#masculine energy#shouta aizawa#eddie stranger things#star trek spock
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I posted 13,832 times in 2022
That's 4,551 more posts than 2021!
100 posts created (1%)
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My Top Posts in 2022:
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No but seriously one of my most favourite moments is when in 5x13 Arthur asks Merlin to just light the fire with his magic. There is no fear, there never was any fear in Arthur's eyes for Merlin.
It is a very genuine, nonchalant way of saying "go on, do it". Like it's not the very thing he has grown up fearing. He's just like, hey Merlin just use your magic and stop wasting your energy and time, you idiot.
Like, I love this casual acceptance just as much as I love the "I want you to always be you" acceptance. Because both are equally important.
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Are we gonna talk about how Arthur actually did say thank you before the last episode, in the episode where he asked merlin about advice over mithian and gwen. He said thank you Merlin then. "I want tell you something I've never said before" my ass. Just say I love you you coward
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MAYBE NICK AND CHARLIE ARE THE SOFT, REINCARNATED, MODERN EPILOGUE MERLIN AND ARTHUR DESERVED.
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Say what you want but Arthur gave, shared more of himself with Merlin than he did with anyone.
From Arthur's point of view, Merlin did not have any power, any destiny, any higher station, any baggage of keeping the people safe. He was just Merlin. That's all he was. His goofy, insubordinate, disaster of a friend.
He sees Merlin though. Not as a sorcerer or a protector or even Emrys.
He sees him as a man who is brave, courageous and stupidly loyal.
He seeks him out. As Crown Prince and then as King. Time and again he asks for Merlin's opinion. He seeks his counsel and takes it.
He tells Merlin, more than once, how scared he is, maybe even more than you.
Uther's son showed his vulnerability so willing to a servant. There's a thousand things to unpack right there.
He looks back at Merlin everytime he's making a decision. He accepts and trusts his judgement, especially when he becomes King.
He stops his sword mid-strike at one call of his name from Merlin.
Arthur Pendragon, Crown Prince of Camelot and son of Uther Pendragon willingly and trustingly shares his fears and doubts with Merlin of Ealdor, Emrys and the most powerful sorcerer to beer walk on Earth, Manservant, Friend and the bravest man he's ever known.
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My #1 post of 2022
The poetic beauty of Buck going "whatever it takes you to forgive me" and Eddie just exasperatedly shaking his head and immediately going "I forgive you."
Like, Buck's so used to conditional love it felt natural for him to be like I'll do anything if you'll just forgive me, I can't lose my best friend, and Eddie knows that so he instantly goes that hey stop, it's forgiven (which he technically didn't have to, it would've been very valid for him to take some time and talk or not talk to Buck for a while) but he still did because he was like....you absolute idiot I'm gonna love you even when you fuck up because that's what a family does. I'm crying brb.
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“who the fuck said that? you’re great.”
* IDIOTS TO LOVERS ROMANTIC STARTERS
He shouldn’t be butthurt over the comments other people make about him — and he usually takes it in stride — but this one had burnt him a little. A comment on how he’s going to die alone because no one in their right mind would stick around after spending any measure of time with him. He thought maybe it was true. He was a lot — he was reckless and messy, needy, loquacious, and he had narrow, somewhat niche interests. He hadn’t really been seeking validation from Lindy, she was just who he told these sorts of things to — especially if they succeeded in getting under his skin.
When she tells him he’s great, Eddie offers her a little smile, some of that bright light returning to his doe-eyes. “You’re obligated to say that ‘cause you love me.” He teases, but it doesn’t stop the words from filling him up, making him forget all about what some loser he doesn’t even care about has to say about him. “Just a girl from school. I shouldn’t have even let it hurt my feelings. Since when do I care?” But he’s always been just a little softer than he lets on. “Do you really think I’m great?”
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⠀ JUDAS | EDDIE BROCK & MALE!READER.
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The last dart almost hit the small hole in the center. You muttered a few curses before heading back to your table at the bar and sipping your cold beer over a big swig while you analyzed what your next shot at the target would look like. You almost choked on surprise when you saw the only failure in your life who had been avoiding you for the past few months. As soon as he saw you, you turned around trying to hide depending on just lowering your gaze but he was already lying down the leather sleeves of his jacket on the table.
- Brock! what a joy to see you. - You said tilting the glass bottle - How did you find me?
- Time to go home (M/r), we have to talk.
You weren't quite drunk so you were aware of the seriousness in Eddie's tone. But you were too proud to play at being the easy person so in the most mature way you refused, taking one last sip of the glass, leaving a bill on the bar, leaving the place.
- Fuck Eddie, stop following me. I can smell your failure from meters away.
You could swear Eddie had whispered a "we're not going to eat him!" But you weren't sure so you kept walking until Brock got ahead of you, stopping your steps.
- Let me explain it and you will understand why I stayed away for a couple of days ...
- MONTHS, BROCK! MONTHS! - You said raising your tone. - We had it all, we could have it all, But you chose to push me out of your apartment and leave my ass dumped.
- That wasn't me I swear!
- Anyway, why don't you go back to your garbage-place and leave me alone? You may be used to failure but I am not.
- Could you stop insulting me and give me a fucking chance to explain things? Then you can drown all your sorrows and miseries in alcohol and I promise i will not stop you (M/r). But let me speak.
For the first time Eddie had left you speechless. You looked sideways looking for his motorcycle until you found it.
- Fine. But I'll drive that beauty.
- Like old times.
After a considered period of time you went back to Eddie's apartment, it was messier than usual, pizza boxes, bags of chocolate on the floor. You sat on the side of the sofa where there was no spring coming out putting a cushion on your lap.
- And well? Speak.
- A lot of things happened these months, but the short story is that a strange alien that turned out to be a symbiote or something like that has merge into my body and now I live with it inside of me. I know it sounds crazy but..---
You started laughing, throwing the cushion on your lap at Eddie's chest. He looked at you with the face of few friends, you got up shrugging your arms.
- That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard, now you conspire with aliens to make your career as a reporter valid and popular? Damn it, Eddie.
- I can prove it. -Eddie took a few steps back stretching his arms, you raised both eyebrows waiting for a result but it only ended with Eddie muttering curses. - Mask!
- Hey, if you wanted to impress me, you don't need to make a fool of yourself. You know I'm that kind of person who can reconcile with just one thing ... - you said mischievously approaching taking Eddie's arms and lowering them. - And that's se..
Before you could finish the word, something emerged from Eddie's back, grabbing you by the waist, throwing you out the window overlooking the alley of the building. Your head was about to hit the ground but the tentacle held you again making the fall just a scare resting your body on the ground.
Eddie leaned out the window finding you in a state of shock. You weren't listening to what seemed to be an argument with himself, you still had the keys of his motorcycle, you run towards it escaping as quickly as possible.
- What the hell did you do? You threw him out the window, you idiot alien! Now you want to show your face -Eddie said annoyed when Venom occupied his body.
- Eddie, chase him. I did you a favor.
#eddie brock imagines#eddie brock x male!reader#eddie brock#male reader#male!reader#fanfic#marvel male reader#tom hardy imagines#venom x reader#venom x male reader#venom and reader#x male reader#tom hardy male reader#tom hardy x reader
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Eddie’s plain and boring bedroom is not just a you problem! I have noticed it too and spent plenty of time thinking about it. I’ve come to the conclusion that he puts all his time and money into Christopher—making sure Chris has everything he could possibly want, including not just a nice bedroom but nice stuff in the rest of the house—so when it comes to Eddie’s small piece of space that is Just His, he either doesn’t want to spend the money or the energy to make it nice. Ryan Guzman once said “Eddie doesn’t make a lot of money and what he does have is going to his son” or something along those lines and that’s a good enough confirmation to me.
Now, when Buck moves in? He absolutely redecorates that bedroom. He says “Eddie you deserve a nice space too” and Eddie says “don’t you mean WE, it’s our bedroom now” and Buck just grins like an idiot.
@oneawkwardcookie oneawkwardcookie asked:
You are entirely valid to be haunted by Eddie's bedroom but any possible explanations are just sad 🙃
You both sent me these yesterday but I wasn't in a good enough time/brain space to answer them.
But like -- of course Christopher's room is vibrant and fully of any and everything that might make Christopher happy. He's Eddie's number one priority in life. Eddie will do literally anything for his son!
sidebar does anyone have a definitive answer for what the band poster is on Christopher's bedroom wall because it looks like Breaking Benjamin to me and while I definitely started listening to them and music like them much younger than is probably psychologically recommended Chris is 10 and i'm concerned
But the thing that gets me is that it's not just Christopher's bedroom! There's paintings in the hallway, and there's seasonal throw pillows, and there's seasonal decorations of some variety, and like!! It's every other space in the house except Eddie's bedroom! Which is bare! I don't think there's even a frame picture up! He's got the least decorative bed frame you can find without just not having a bed frame, his side tables and lamps are very plain, his dresser is very plain. And yes, obviously, everything he has goes to Christopher. Of course it does, this is established, but I wonder sometimes if part of the reason for his room being like that is leftover from being in the army. Because you move between bases and you move between camps and you've always got to have your stuff ready to go, right? You don't put up decorations or make a space yours necessarily, and so like part of me wonders if it's sort of this -- he's made a home for Christopher and filled it with all his favourite things but he still thinks of himself a little bit in transit, a little bit temporary, like someone else is still going to try and step in and take that space from him so he doesn't decorate it in case he's still expected to leave?
This got rambly and incoherent and depressing, but my money's on the first thing Buck puts up in their room when he moves in being a framed picture of the three of them, just a bit too large, and they're all smiling to beat hell.
anyway yeah! Eddie's blank room makes me sad.
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Can you break down Bobby?
I would love to!
Best Buddy Bobby Nash coming right up!
How I feel about this character
I love Bobby! I was explaining to a friend who doesn't watch 911 that my love for the main characters is kind of like a pyramid. Bobby's on the lower level but without him the rest would crumble which I think speaks huge volumes of just how well done the characters are on this show. I love his humor and wish we saw more of it. I love how present he is in a scene even if he only says a few words. I love how we can go several episodes without having a real storyline with him but the moment we do, we're immediately right back into those feelings. I love his solution to all of the heartache is to offer ice cream. He's my Midwestern bean and I love him.
All the people I ship romantically with this character
Athena all the way. I love that we get to see how comfortable they are with each other but I also love their storyline this season. I love how strong Athena is but I do love that we got to see the perspective of what it is like to be the partner to someone that fierce and independent without villainizing Athena in the process. Bobby didn't feel like he was a part of that partnership. This was another case of someone not feeling like they were heard but in this case, we got to see those feelings being validated, discussed, and processed. When a relationship hits a miscommunication bump, it doesn't automatically mean someone has to be the bad guy which is too often the case in writing. It was refreshing that it could be dealt with in a very authentic, human way.
My non-romantic OTP for this character
GOD! Everyone? I love me some Dad!Bobby feels with Buck. You all know this. But I also love Dad!Bobby feels with Eddie and Chimney too. I love how Hen can be straight up with Bobby and he actually listens to her. I love how Chimney can be open with Bobby in a way he isn't even able to be when he's with Hen. I love how Bobby, who in season one dealt with so much guilt that he thought he was worthless, was proven wrong by these idiots. I love how Bobby is a safe place for people to be open and vulnerable and supported. I think that's why Buck went to the extremes with the lawsuit because up until then he had full faith that Bobby was a completely safe person and space in his life. To be told otherwise just knocked down his confidence to sub level.
This is my problem I have with leader figures. They don't listen. They make executive decisions and fight you when you call them out about it (ie. Steve Rogers vs Tony Stark). The problem with authority figures in me hates watching leader figures just expect everyone to fall in line.
But Bobby, for the most part, doesn't do that. He accepts people for who they are. He anticipates that they'll fall and instead of trying to prevent it (most times because again he falters when it comes to Buck) he waits for them to need him to put them back together. That's why I love those scenes between him and Eddie so much. He doesn't push Eddie to come to him but when he does, he's there unconditionally. I said before that I think Bobby was a person Eddie desperately needed in his life (someone who would accept him for who he is and not judge him or try to change him) but I think this is the case for everyone on the team.
My unpopular opinion about this character
I don't really think it's unpopular (I know it's a popular opinion so it's more of a twist on a popular opinion) but I think Bobby really needs to work on how he handles his double standards with Buck.
BUT
I think those double standards stem from a deep rooted sense of guilt Bobby has in regards to Buck. I think Bobby didn't recognize how deeply rooted Buck's pain was until it was too late. Buck nearly died because of Bobby. And Buck keeps trying over and over to prove to Bobby that he's willing to take the risk of his own life and it stresses Bobby the hell out. Because I don't think Bobby knows how to tell Buck he doesn't need to throw himself on every grenade. But Bobby also doesn't know how to hear that Buck doesn't blame him for the truck bombing either.
I think their deepest disconnect has everything to do with Bobby's guilt and Buck's feeling of (lack there of) worthiness. They don't know how to address those with one another (I don't think Bobby fully understood Buck until Buck Begins and I still don't think Buck understands that Bobby's true frustrations aren't with his recklessness but rather his inability to see that he's someone who is deeply cared for) and until they do learn how to communicate that, I think it will remain a point of miscommunication.
One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
I wish with all my heart that we get to see Bobby address the "You're an important person in my life, Bobby. One of the most important." Like that statement... is huge and you can tell Buck meant every word. But for that to be said to Bobby, a man who thought he failed not only the people he really mattered to (his wife and children and team) but total strangers as well... like... I want to see how Bobby processes that. I want to see Bobby 'Well Buck's not my kid so' Nash handles being told to his face just how much he means to someone. Bobby, albeit quietly, has struggled with feeling like he's important in people's lives. He knows he's important from a distance because when he feels important is when he's on the job. But Bobby struggles constantly to feel wanted and needed by the people in his life outside of the job (see the tension we have with Athena in season 4). I want to see how Bobby deals with Buck straight up saying to his face that he's wanted and needed. Because I think, like Buck, Bobby doesn't know how to hear that and believe it as well.
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#Bobby Nash#Evan 'Buck' Buckley#Hen Wilson#Eddie Diaz#Athena Grant#Bathena#character analysis#writing talk#911 on fox#clairatysabitch#ask#answered
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PARTY FAVOURS I A VENOMOUS INTERLUDE
Did y'all know symbrock is canon? Well, now you do. Reader's favourite deadbeat surrogate uncle is in town and he brought a... Friend. No warnings, just a boatload of crack and fluff, as usual. Reader being mouthy. Takes place a little bit into the future - around after chapter 32: spoiler alert is useless because we already know a tonybrucestrange/reader quartet is the endgame. 💖💝✨
"What," I had to pause for a second for my brain to catch up with my eyes. "The fuck?!"
It was truly a miracle I could say anything out loud, at all. Words weren't valid enough to describe my shock and confusion. The scene unfolding in front of me resembled and unholy cross between a B-rated horror movies about demonic possession and some deep-sea Eldritch monstrosity.
The eight-feet tall black, oozing dude in front of me? Yes, you, with the teeth. Ctulhu called, he wants his tentacles back.
The creature honest to god rippled, like some nightmare-fuel goth Jell-O, rapidly shrinking in size within seconds. As more of the black tar-like substance receded, a much more human form started to appear under it. Worn jeans, leather jacket, ungroomed beard and the look of a biker gang member coming off a serious bender.
"Uh, Princess?"
"Eddie. Fucking. Brock. Uncle Idiot." I punctuated each word with an increasing widening of my eyes. The world was fucking nuts. Two and two did not compute - Eddie might have looked threatening to some people - like white suburban Karens - even without the... Gooey squid-on-steroids thing he had going on. The man was built like a fucking brick shithouse, but I knew him way too well. Eddie couldn't be that badass to save a life.
"You two know each other?" Tony shrieked indignantly, a coarseness in his voice that indicated only one thing: my boo was well into his third drink. Hell, I didn't blame him - that gaping toothy maw was fucking gnarly.
Hands on my hips, I caught myself slipping into a mute rage, storming over to the 200lbs worth of pure dumbass and knocking him right in the face. "You! Didn't tell! ME!" A black tendril wrapped around my wrist, carefully but firmly securing it and preventing me from causing my non-related uncle any more physical damage. Although I must admit, my knuckles probably were more affected than his jaw. "You! Are! A MUTANT!!! HOW COULD YOU?! How could you NOT tell ME?"
I trusted the man with my soul and most embarrassing drinking stories. Hell, I called Eddie in a stoned haze the very same night I lost my v-card. I just thought we were bros, you know? I saw his whole fucking life implode more than once and personally flew to California to ice his injuries and his hurt ego countless times. I was done dirty in the worst way.
"I'm not-" Eddie's sigh was long-suffering. "I, uh, I have a parasite..." He sounded meek, in the same way he used to describe his drunkenly misconduct when I made our family driver bail out his ass outta jail in the morning.
"TAKE THAT BACK!" A deep gravelly voice thundered, seemingly coming out of his chest?
"Okay, okay," Eddie smiled. It was strangely soft and un-eddie-like. The only person he smiled like that was... used to be Anne. "This is Venom. They're an alien and we're, uh, a thing. It's a recent development." The tentacle unwrapped itself from me as I took an involuntary step back.
Even barring the fact that Eddie was dating an alien, this was way too fucking weird for 3 o'clock on a Sunday. I always knew the reporter was, for the lack of a better word, a little weird but he really took it to new heights. With Thor and Loki looking... Like that, I could see a human dating some sort of a hot alien. But with Ctulhu looking the way he did just minutes ago? Did Eddie seriously let all of those teeth in close proximity of his dick?
I had a "ERROR 404, common sense not found" hanging over me for the longest time. The others were quiet behind me, too, even Tony - one of my boyfriends, the most likely to cause utter chaos, was hanging back and expecting me to do something.
"Venom," I clarified, just to fill the silence with some noise while my brain processors re-synced.
"WE ARE VENOM." The tentacle that was sleek and black now had two completely white eyes and a smaller-scale version of the toothy grin that had drooled all over the common room carpet. Their voice had an interesting effect: it was so deep, the air around them vibrated slightly when they spoke.
I tilted my head examining the appendage. It was considerably less terrifying when it wasn't five times my size. "What are you?" And most importantly, are you a threat to my favourite non-related family member? I left that statement unspoken although it was obvious I was ready to fight it? Them? If need be.
"A SYMBIOTE," They replied, swaying the head-tentacle slowly. "WE LOVE EDDIE AND KEEP HIM ALIVE AND HEALTHY." So, they understood the actual question.
"Which is fucked up because Klyntar usually behave in the opposite way." Hearing Thor swear was, perhaps, even more unsettling than finding out about the symbiote-alien-boyfriend thing my uncle had going on. The thunderer himself was nursing a jug of golden liquid. The good Asgardian stuff, he must've been really fucking bamboozled.
"Okay. So anybody wanna fill me on the details before I beat up my favourite idiot?" I sighed, pointedly looking at Tony.
"I thought I was your favourite idiot!" He immediately retorted, hurt, but nonetheless opened his arms to give me a grounding embrace. We may have sucked face for a few seconds, because why the hell not, Tony was an amazing kisser and his tongue down my throat was very calming.
"Hold up, what the fuck?" Now it was Eddie's turn to act all offended. "Aren't you a little too young for him?"
"You and your most likely carnivorous goth space pudding can fuck right off if you're not going to be supportive of my very inappropriate, very polyamorous relationship with three incredibly hot boomers," I shot back, slipping into some resemblance of normalcy. Me and Eddie go way, way back and shitting on each other's bad life decisions was the founding stone of our bromance. Hell, he was the guy who showed me the wonders of sarcasm at an early age! Wonderbaum!
"There's three of them?" Eddie's voice pitched and he gaped, palming his face.
"SHE HAS A POINT, EDDIE. WE EAT PEOPLE. BEING UNSUPPORTIVE WOULD MAKE US LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE." Eddie's buddy stated, sounding almost fed up. So, they were sentient enough to recognize how much of a pain in the ass Eddie could be. I could work with that, disregarding the cannibalism comment, of course. What the fuck was up with that?
"Yes, Eddie, I also periodically bump uglies and trade disgustingly sweet text messages with the Hulk and a badass wizard," I rolled my eyes at the reporter's following gasp and angry muttering. "Venom, I like you."
"WE RETURN THE SENTIMENT. YOUR CHOICE IN MATES IS VERY WISE, CONSIDERING YOU ARE A WEAK MORSEL. THEY CAN PROTECT YOU."
"Shut up, Squid. I'll still kick your motherfucking ass if you hurt Eddie."
The emo space goo laughed, a terse scratching noise, showing way, way too many teeth for me to feel comfortable but I allowed myself to be placed on the couch between Tony and Eddie nonetheless. The initial shock of seeing a talking octopod with fangs passed quickly - I've seen Stephen's "trophies" he brought from his otherworldly journeys and Lovecraftian horrors were, honestly, pretty low on the gross/creepy scale.
"Both of you, explain. For the love of fuck," Tony sighed, emotionally exhausted and drained of his usual bravado.
"Eddie was my dad's friend until he moved to Cali, I've know him for fifteen years, give or take. He taught me how to ride a bike and bake the best pot brownies," I shrugged. There wasn't much to say. "I visited him whenever I could but you know, with school and then you guys, there wasn't that much time to iron out the details." I have Eddie a death glare, pointing to Venom's floaty head with my eyes.
Eddie nodded. "What she said..." And then launched an elaborate tale about some company called Life Foundation, some evil dude named Drake and his own alien pudding named Carnage, who was one ugly motherfucker judging by Eddie's and Venom's combined "ew" face, their aching need for human brains to survive and other, more trivial things, like mental breakdowns in a lobster tank and getting dumped by a fiancé and eating their way through a HYDRA base after being captured and tortured. What a wild fucking ride.
"Sounds like you had a rough year," Everybody's dumbfounded silence was ended by Tony who took a slow swig of his whiskey before speaking.
"Yeah, no shit," Eddie muttered, twisting his black coated fingers in elaborate but frankly pretty shapes. His alien wrapped around his neck like a tube scarf and additional tentacles appeared between Eddie's hands, gently prying them open and enveloping them in a sort of a hug? It was hard to compute, the black mass appeared to be totally amorphous.
"How's your anxiety?" I asked, damn well knowing Eddie's mind tended to run like Tony's: zero to sixty in point five with no clear destination. Having an alien inside of him must've really thrown Eddie for a loop.
"It's, uh, better. Venom helps," The reporter admitted, still staring at his hands but the crease between his brows had disappeared and the expression he wore was kind of fond.
"Good. You know, Venom," I thoughtfully addressed the definitely sentient creature. "Eddie is a bigger dumbass than me, which is saying something. You ought to keep a really close eye on him. If not for me, he'd probably be dead from alcohol poisoning, like, years ago."
"WE ARE AWARE. WE CAN ACCESS EDDIE'S MEMORIES." A head manifested itself on a thicker tentacle, floating over to look me in the face but maintaining a respectful distance and staying out of my personal space bubble. "AND WE ARE THANKFUL. EDDIE IS THE PERFECT HOST. WE LOVE EDDIE."
I felt the corner of my mouth tilt upwards at the alien's proclamation. It was child-like in its blunt honesty but carried a certain weight with it. It told me whoever tries to separate those two in any way would get eaten faster than they could say "SIKE!". And honestly? I would help Venom hide the evidence.
"I literally had you for thirty minutes but I would kill everybody and then myself if you two got hurt. This is too soft, I can't." I snorted, extending a curious hand towards Venom. They looked so shiny. I had to touch them.
And they let me. Venom butted their head into my palm and let me gently run my fingers over their slightly cool, slippery flesh. It felt like putting my hands on a surprisingly sturdy yet bouncy piece of flubber. I purposely avoided the small maw and the endless rows of sharp teeth but managed to accidentally brush against something rough and scratchy - as it turned out, the Symbiote had a very long, very dexterous tongue. And didn't that give me a bunch of interesting mental images.
"Oh my God, NO!" Wanda moaned from somewhere, the voice mortified and disgusted.
"Why are you touching the people-eating alien?" Bruce yelped, entering the room with several people in tow. The scientist looked worried, a little bit green around the edges. The tablet in his hands beeped periodically, signifying the ongoing sciencing bender he was in process of.
"WE WOULD NOT EAT THIS HUMAN. WE ARE FOND OF THE MORSEL." Venom defended, well, venomously. Eddie wisely choose to stay silent, trading a knowing look with Tony.
Stephen Strange sighed, briefly closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose with a jagged movement. "One day, Princess, one day you will stop collecting people that are obviously bad for your health and your future. That, or space in the tower will simply run out." With a deeper, calmer sigh, the sorcerer landed in front of me on the floor, sitting cross-legged and subtly begging for a head scratch. Which meant just placing his always neatly trimmed curls under my free hand. His jealousy was about as subtle as a foot in the face.
"I'll just ask Tony to build more floors, duh," I rolled my eyes with force at the obvious solution, giving into Steph's demands, beginning to card through his hair. It was calming both of us, really.
Bruce came over to give me a kiss and my other boyfriends didn't even grumble about the scientist placing himself in my lap, crawling over both Tony and Stephen to get comfortable.
Our dynamic was unconventional and more than a little weird, but it worked for us and the rest of the team most certainly didn't complain about the vast decrease in conflict that came with the territory. Come to think of it, all of us were more tactile than just a group of friends sharing a house and I was very much on board with that. None of us except select few (looking at you, mister doctor) were hugged enough as children and we were making up for it in spades right fucking now.
"Girl has a type," Wanda remarked, like the messy little shit she was. I stuck out my tongue in retaliation.
The Avengers' brain trust began talking about Venom's slightly inconvenient diet that directly resulted in multiple felonies for one Edward Brock, and as much as I tried to follow the flow and make my own, however feeble, contributions to the scientific side of the conversation, the new life form was much more interesting. I asked Venom several questions and they deemed them acceptable enough to answer - which evolved on both of us absolutely geeking out over the differences in our physiology. The space pudding didn't hold back one bit, insulting the inferior human biology with gleeful gusto.
"They need a chemical called phenethylamine," Bruce sighed, having deduced it through discussion since Venom and Eddie both protested aggressively against any kind of invasive testing. "I can synthesize it. No more head-chomping, no more murder."
It made perfect sense. Except it didn't. "Brucie-bear, you're a brilliant fucking scientist but a shit psychologist." I interrupted whatever came next. "Venom is a person, like me and you and, yes, even Hulk. Tell me this: if you found a way to get rid of Hulk, would you stop sciencing in the gamma radiation field?" I looked my boyfriend straight in the eyes, hoping for a spark of common sense. "Do you see my point? You science, Tony engineers, Steve draws and Clint bakes. Venom hunts. It's who they are, you can't give them a pill to make it go away."
The weight of my word landed in the room like lead, heavy. The only source of sound was the TV, playing the news quietly in the background for the longest time. Those few minutes felt like hours until Thor expectantly turned towards Eddie/Venom.
"IT IS SO. WE ARE AFRAID WE CANNOT INFLUENCE OUR INSTINCT TO HUNT PREY. KLYNTAR ARE APEX PREDATORS." The little black goop sounded almost apologetic. It was hard to hear undertones with their voice being so deep and grating. "BUT WE CAN TRY." Okay, I could totally hear the hope. Finding out the Eldritch horror could make puppy eyes was... Terrifying, to be honest, because they fucking worked.
"Got any better ideas?" Tony asked me sarcastically.
"I do, actually." I leveled a look with Natasha. She understood. "HYDRA goons. The aliens that, for some reason, keep invading New York every month or so. Stephen's adventures in Hell. Do I need to continue?"
"Wait, hold on," Steve raised his palms. "We don't kill HYDRA, we deposit them in SHIELD custody."
I snorted at the naïve Captain. "And what do you think happens to them there? Did you honestly think they just let torturing, murdering, world-domination planning psychos back on the streets?"
Steve frowned in confusion. "They go to prison?"
Natasha choose that moment to step up. "It's not uncommon for them to possess certain enhancements to be deemed too dangerous to be released back into society. Some of them are low-tier mutants and inhumans. Trust me, Steve, the lethal injection is a much more humane treatment than solitary life imprisonment in a ultra-high security prison." Romanoff stated with a trace of compassion. "And some mutants, we can't contain for prolonged periods of time." She added quietly, looking away.
Rogers was staring blankly into the wall, mulling over the information in his head. His intensive thought process was plainly visible on his face. I heard about some kind of fiasco with HYDRA agents suicide-bombing a city in Europe few years ago and Steve was there, along with Wanda and Sam.
"Venom is a whole person, and even if they look like they could be the main character in Call of Ctulhu video game, we can't just disregard them like they are some kind of badly behaving pet. They're my honorary uncle's boyf-sorry-significant other, for fuck's sake," I threw my hands up in the air in exasperation. "Y'all should know I don't fuck with people who give shit to one of my own. Don't disappoint me like that." I finished, feeling more tired than I had in months. I didn't regret giving into the found family dynamic, however I didn't exactly sign up for hard choices like them vs my long lost uncle, y'know?
Great, now I had a headache and three very concerned boyfriends glaring at me for unknown reasons. The urge to pace always manifested strongly within me as the emotional atmosphere rose in the room. With Bruce dangling off my lap, I couldn't do even that and I felt the restlessness blossom into irritation more and more with each passing second of my existence.
Eddie remained silent, looking down. Venom had mostly receded into the reporter's body, save for a few tentacles tightly wrapped around Eddie's palm.
"Alright," Steve suddenly said. "We can work with that."
"Princess, you look like you're either going to cry or yell any second," Bruce said softly, squeezing my shoulder and pulling me closer.
I immediately hid my face in his chest, taking several deep, shaky breaths. "Eddie is family. Y'all are family. It's terrifying to have to choose between the two." I said, after a brief moment of hesitation.
The reporter made some sort of a choked gasp, quickly masking it with a cough - I knew him way too well to miss the way he was fighting back tears of his own. Bruce understood, he really did understand me - hopped off my lap and let me hug Eddie properly, my happy-sad tears soaking through the collar of his tee.
"You're, uh, welcome to stay. I'll have a guest room prepared." Tony cleared his throat, passing his half-finished glass to Stephen who swallowed the liquid in one gulp. My boyfriends were so fucking emotionally illiterate. Disaster humans.
Huh, I really did have a type.
Later that night, I made the mistake of barging into Eddie's room with a bottle of really fancy whiskey I liberated from Tony's overstocked liquor cabinet. Visiting my uncle and boozing and smoking on the balcony, for old times sake, was my plan and...
I failed the mission successfully.
I didn't bother knocking. As soon as I saw a pair of bare feet, my eyes traveled further up on the couch on their own volition. There were so many tentacles, a writhing, oozing silky black mass and Eddie was making sounds, unmistakable noises-
"UNSEE. UNSEE. OH MY GOD, UNSEE, UNSEE." I stumbled back into the common room shivering.
"What happened, is everything okay?" Bucky stood up as soon as he saw me enter the doorway with my face scrunched in a grimace of regret. I felt like I've gone through the five stages of grief in the shortest time possible for a human being.
Somwhere, I heard Wanda's sudden moan full of pain and misery. "Please, stop THINKING about it!"
"Brain bleach, oh my God," I cringed. "Where's the Clorox?! I have decided I don't need my eyeballs-"
"Oooh," Tony's proverbial lightbulb lit up. The engineer sounded like he was about five seconds away from building a space ship and permanently moving to another planet. "They're together-together..." Tony intercepted me nonetheless, doing the most effective thing to make me stop speaking and thinking bullshit. He kissed me. With lots of tongue.
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I'm gonna upset some people but I'm having a hard time watching season 4. I was away for a while and I came across the remarks Ryan made after I started watching this season. And I'm having hard time separating character from the actor. I love eddie's character and I don't wanna stop watching it.
And not just remarks but the justification he gave after that made me even more uncomfortable. Like somehow having diverse group of friends rids you of your prejudices.
I don't know how to deal with it.
Hi love. I'm sorry you're struggling. First of all, your feelings are valid whether you upset someone or not. Ryan's comments were very hurtful to BIPOC communities and if you are a part of one (or more) of those communities, it's more than okay to be upset. If you need to step back, or completely walk away from the show, there's no harm in that. TV is supposed to make you happy and if the show no longer makes you happy, then maybe you should take a pause and see where you stand and whether you actually want to keep up with it, or whether you just want a close friend to update you on it without having to watch it yourself.
I also came across Ryan's comments some time early this year when I was still making my way through Season 3 and I was very upset at first. This was, of course, right on the heels of 2020, the most racially traumatizing year I have ever lived through, and I thought for sure he was going to ruin it for me. But after getting past my initial reaction, and looking more into the context of what was said and why when I was ready, I came to the conclusion that Ryan is ignorant, but he doesn't strike me as racist. I've dealt with enough hatefully racist people in my life at this point to be able to tell the difference, and framing his comments with that perspective in mind, changed the way I was able to see him and allowed me to continue to enjoy the show. If I thought Ryan was out here attending Trump rallies, I probably would have stopped, but, to be frankly honest, he just strikes me as kind of an idiot.
I know it sucks when someone who plays your favorite character does something stupid/hurtful, but hopefully you'll be able to separate whatever hurt you feel from the show/character so that you can continue to enjoy it. Don't let anyone take that from you! Even Ryan's dumb self. Love you <3
#jack answers mail#ryan guzman#If you're white your feelings are still valid and you're allowed to be empathetic as a person who#(I'm assuming)#is anti racist. But if you're more upset than POC I highly suggest asking yourself why.#People who were personally offended/targeted have a right to hold a grudge#but if you're white and Ryan's POC cast members don't have a problem with him why should you?#Just search within yourself (if you're white) and figure out where you stand and why you stand there#*blows kiss*
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