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perfectimaginary · 8 months

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I wanna be with you everywhere.

Pairing: mingyu x reader

Tags: fluff, cute!mingyu

Summary: café AU where you have a little crush on Mingyu (so is him)

w/c: 1.4K

a/n: I thought about this while listening to Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac so enjoy reading while listening to it too! And let me know if you liked it or not I would love to know <3

Can you hear me calling out your name?

You know that I'm falling and I don't know what to say?

I’ll speak a little louder, I’ll even shout

You know that I’m proud and I can’t get the words out

The air feels different this morning, it's gotten colder these past weeks, autumn started to feel like it and If Mingyu didn’t make the decision to grab that hoodie before leaving he would be freezing. And so, just like every morning, before going to his usual classes, he entered the same café he went to for the past months, even if he wasn’t very fond of their coffee he could at least have a glimpse of you.

Oh right. How could he forget you?

He remembered it all too well, the first time the bells chimed above your head and saw you, he thought that you might be the cutest person he’s ever seen. He could describe in detail the exact sundress you wore that day, this little pink dress he swears. He never saw someone wearing it better than you did.

You had that effect of walking in and the people around you smiled instantly, you were like a warm hug during a cold winter night, by simply smiling and making everyone's day just a little bit easier. He knew it just by the smile you gave every morning to the waitress and since this moment, he hadn’t stopped thinking about you, and every morning he looked forward to seeing you, even if he wasn’t very cautious about it.

Oh, I

I want to be with you everywhere

Oh, I

I want to be you everywhere

(Wanna be with you everywhere)

And you knew it, because you did the same. How was it possible to not look at him? He looked effortlessly good every time you caught a glimpse of him, you were pretending to be engrossed in your book but truly you didn’t read a single word that was in.

Every now and then, between pages you looked up and saw him peeking at you so you smiled, and god he was beautiful. And every morning for the past months you had the same routine, waking up and taking much longer in the shower, putting a little more effort in your makeup and outfit wondering if he would like it. And of course he liked it, he loved the way you matched your earrings with your makeup and every morning he would ask himself which color you were going to wear today.

Something’s happening, happening to me

My friends say I’m acting peculiarly

Come along, baby, we better make a start

You better make it soon before you break my heart

Exams were coming sooner than you expected, nights were getting shorter and the stress was growing quicker than you thought. One morning you forgot your book at the café, and obviously, it was Mingyu who picked it up. He was so stressed about it that he couldn’t sleep that night, asking himself if he should have run to you that morning to give it back to you.

The next day, Mingyu watched as you trekked through the café, strands hanging around your face and your attempt to cover your exhaustion with makeup, wearing more casual clothes than usual. He saw you asking the waitress about your book and he immediately felt guilty, so when he jogged towards you with it in hands you almost cried in his arms. But you were so grateful he gave it back to you that you had to buy him coffee, how convenient it was for the both of you, even if he didn’t like coffee that much he kept drinking it anyway, slowly, so he could take his time listening to you talked about how stressful this whole situation was for you, losing your book the day before the exam, and so he listened.

Oh, I

I want to be with you everywhere

Oh, I

I want to be you everywhere

(Wanna be with you everywhere)

It soon became a routine, every morning he would wait for you in front of the café so he could open the front door for you and get a few more minutes by your side. Even if it was raining, he didn’t care. You talked so much, and he loved it. Every little detail that he could learn about you was so special for him, you went to your favorite italian restaurant last night? He would write the name so he could take you on a date. You loved a book? He would read it to talk about it with you next time. And everytime he does it you fall a little harder.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, you became friends so easily, having so much in common but at the same time being so different, like how he would love to take photos of you and you laughed because you said that you didn’t like yourself in photos and he told you how beautiful you were. You sank a little bit more.

And when he finally asked you on a date on a Tuesday morning, sun peeking through the windows of the café, the only day of the week where the rain wasn’t pouring hard. ‘Date?’ was written in a caramel macchiato made by your favorite waitress who was more than excited to do this when Mingyu asked for it in secret to surprise you. And when you said yes he was so excited that he spilled half of the drink on the table and you laughed so much it hurt your cheeks the whole day.

Can you hear me calling out your name?

You know that I'm falling and I don't know what to say

Come along, baby, we better make a start

You better make it soon before you break my heart

And when Saturday came, dressed in your little pink dress he loved so much, he bought you your favorite flowers, white lilies. Because of course, he would remember it, why wouldn’t he? And he took you to his favorite restaurant saying next time he would love going to your favorite one too since he loved Italian food too. The night went too fast to your liking, and so was for him.

How easy it was for you to just tell everything that came to your mind without feeling too much for him, how easy it was to just be yourself without worrying if he was bored of you and, of course he wasn’t. He would look at you so thoroughly even when you say the silliest thing that came to your mind, he was so much. So much more than just a simple crush you had on a man you met in a little café. He was maybe too much for you. Too tall, too large, talked too fast, too handsome. And god how exciting this was. You loved it so much more than you expected it, every minute spent with him, every message exchanged between the two of you at night telling each other’s day. When it went bad or good, or both.

He was so deeply in love with you he thought that he might lose his mind, the way your eyes sparkled when you're talking about something you love, or how you pick at your bread during dinner when you talked about how stressful your exams were. And he swears he never met anyone as funny as you. You're so gentle and caring that he thought his heart might explode even the way you lean on the table to hear what he said, how attractive you were.

The end of the dinner results in you both taking a stroll in the midst of the late hours of the night, heart pondering with the wind whistling to fill the silence between the two of you. It wasn’t bad though. Just the two of you, hands brushing and cheeks blushing. Neither of you tried to do more and it was fine. Talking about how good of a night it was and how you loved it when he almost dropped the plate on the waiter, and how he loved your dress, telling you the first time he saw you with it and that it was at this moment he had a crush on you and you laughed, taking his hand in yours. You had so much time together from now on and the night had only started.

Oh I

I wanna be with you everywhere

Oh I

I wanna be with you everywhere

Oh I

I wanna be with you everywhere

Oh I

I wanna be with you everywhere

(I wanna be with you everywhere)

#kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #svt fluff #seventeen #seventeen fanfic #café au #mingyu fluff #mingyu #mingoo #pure fluff #seventeen fluff #svt kim mingyu

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emelinstriker · 1 year

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☆ Playing Monkey King VR ☆

That episode is still engraved in my head with how much the game MK was playing looked like an actual game one could play irl, and I'm still salty about how it's not an actual game.

Also my hyperfixation picked these three for these headcanons- And I'm aware about how the game is implied to have been created by Wukong himself, but we shall ignore that fact for a sec-

☆ ~ Headcanons ~ ☆

☆ Sun Wukong

>His ego just skyrocketed and won't be coming back to earth for a long time; may Buddha have mercy on your poor soul

>Expect him to watch you play everytime with a smug grin

>You can clearly see his tail swish around happily whenever he sees you react to one of the Sun Wukong character sprites (Especially towards the images of him being buffer than usual)

>You know how the game's Wukong would keep stopping the game's MK just to give him a bunch of tips and tutorials? He's actually doing that to you while you're playing, but with a lot more telling on what exactly he wants you to do (Backseat gamer smh)

>"Go back! Go back! You ran past an important quest item for the endgame!"

>Will distract you a lot by leaning into you from the side or from behind, or wrapping his tail around you in the middle of a battle

>You're struggling with a boss (cuz of him distracting you lmao)? Hand him your controller, right fucking now, he'll use his knowledge to beat the shit out of them for you

>Don't get your hopes up of him doing minigames and puzzles for you however, he absolutely sucks at even those easy-level ones

>If the game has a PvP mode and you have a second controller, expect him to want to duel you just to show off

>You can distract him by scratching his fur or touching his tail in the middle of it as revenge though

☆ Macaque

>Bro would be so salty if he sees you play this game it's not even funny

>He was actually thinking you were talking to the actual Sun Wukong when he heard his voice coming from your living room

>Once you give him a description of the game, it doesn't exactly lower his saltiness over you playing a game based on his nemesis and his successor

>"Why do you not have the option to fight Wukong?"

>"Be happy this isn't a dating sim, Mac..."

>"...The fuck is that supposed to mean"

>I would highly suggest playing whenever your monkey's out of house just to avoid the risk of him deleting the game from your console- It was a paid game after all with roughly 10 hours of playtime on your save file

>You can't tell me he isn't a master at any puzzle at any given difficulty. He could do all puzzles for you!

>Doesn't mean he would

>Jk, he would solve them when you're not looking or when he's bored- or even reluctantly with you if you beg enough cuz he loves you too much

>That doesn't stop him from either leaving you with a clone or spy at your gameplay as a shadow when he got time

>Unironically enjoys watching you play and beat up all those enemies with a smile

>Will deny it if you ask him if he's been watching you play from the shadows

☆ MK

>Excited noodle boy

>Would try to figure out if there's a way to co-op the story quest part

>ABSOLUTELY will play it himself when you introduce the game to him; I mean, it's about Monkey King??

>WILL gush about his hero, Monkey King, despite being his successor

>Will be lowkey annoyed if you refuse to skip cutscenes and are actually listening in on the tutorials and stories- It's evident by his constant whining and groaning

>But it's all good, he could never stay mad at you over it!

>You actually have to pry the controller away from his grasp from time to time- He will not stop to take a break until this boss is down!

>Dear gods, he's been playing for like 12 hours straight now, please knock him out and get him to bed- He won't be beating the boss like this

>Has a lot of fun doing easy-level minigames and puzzles, but does struggle with puzzles later on so you better help him

>"I'm getting the hang of this! But why isn't the strongest skill in the game working on this guy??"

>"The tutorial literally tells you to counter him, dummy"

>"Ugh! Why does it keep healing itself?? It should've died like half an hour ago!"

>"If only you read the boss description at the start of the battle..."

> Link to Masterlist <

#lmk x reader #lego monkie kid #sun wukong x reader #macaque x reader #mk x reader #six eared macaque #monkey king x reader #i should be in bed #headcanons

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withlovemark · 2 years

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everywhere.

warning: i noticed someone put cliffhanger last time so yes, this one also has a cliffhanger, brace yourselves. and angst! oops

pairing: steve x female reader

words: 6.3k (this is barely edited, im sorry, im still under a time constraint)

settings: s4 vol 2 except it's a bit different (light spoilers!)

an: i honestly just sat down and wrote for 2 days straight so yall are getting this earlier than promised. i think i've tricked myself into thinking this is a masterpiece lmfao. enjoy reading! and thank you so much for the kind words! <3 please feel welcome to send more in! im a slut for validation lol

one. two.

three.

a crunching sound makes its way to your ears, replacing fleetwood mac, as soon as you make contact with the ground.

mike’s player - broken.

the vine unwrapped itself, freeing you after it has served its only purpose. branches rapidly piling on the portal above you and blocking you from view.

“you can’t leave, y/n,” a dark whisper causes you to stand up, eyes swiftly inspecting the room you just had the privilege of leaving. vecna comes into view, slowly walking towards you, like he had all the time in the world. bastard.

“don’t worry, you still have time, i just want to show you something,” you run, seeking safety in what you thought would be eddie’s room. it wasn’t. instead you were watching a little boy seated on a laboratory chair, the numbers 001 being etched onto his skin. so similar to the ones you’ve seen on eleven. ‘what the hell?’

“all done. not so bad, was it?” the man you’ve only heard off from the rest, now seated right in front of the boy, Dr. Brenner.

“see, there’s nothing to be afraid of, is there… y/n?” the sound of your name passing through his lips snaps you back, “why don’t you take a seat?” he continues, his voice distorting and morphing into the one that sends goosebumps throughout your skin. you quickly run out of the room, hoping to be back in eddie’s trailer yet things never go your way.

standing, now, in the middle of what seems to be a hospital. the flickering lights, the blood splattered walls and the numerous dead bodies greeting you. you immediately run towards the exit, just your luck – blocked.

“y/n… what are you doing?” it’s him again, the same malicious voice. “it’s not time for you to leave,” he’s getting closer and closer and you can hear your heart thumping in your chest.

“s-steve!,” you call out, just wanting to be as far away from there as possible, “steve! help! please!!” pounding on the blocked door, you knew that it was useless. that no matter how much you plead, no one will hear you.

“now that you’ve seen where i’ve been, i would like very much to show you where i am going,” his voice is much closer now. you desperately try to rid the barricaded door of the pieces of wood attached to it, finally making your way through.

and when you thought things couldn’t get worse, you're face to face with Dr. Brenner once again, “take a seat, y/n,” his white, glossy eyes boring into your soul before you were suddenly yanked and wrapped into a laboratory chair, tentacles tightening around your arms and legs.

you’re trapped. there's nowhere to go. vecna was making his way closer and closer, his heavy breathing getting louder and louder, occupying every corner of your mind, “i want you to tell eleven, i want you to tell her…everything you see,” he darkly whispers, bringing his scrawny. branch-like fingers up to your head, showing you the future, “no!,” you screech.

the clock, chiming. a portal, large enough to destroy hawkins, opening. steve, robin, max, lucas, dustin, nancy, eddie, all dead.

“tell…her…everything,” vecna continues and you can’t help but feel like you’ve already lost.

in a second, you were back in eddie’s trailer, still in the upside down, tears slipping freely from your tired eyes as you tried to catch your breath. you need to get back. to warn the others of what's about to come. but the portal above you was still tightly shut.

how dare he not open it for you after giving you a task? frustrated, you try and think of where an open portal could be.

and then you heard them, through the other side.

–

they try to come up with a plan of rescue. your anguish yell when you fell through the portal was the only sound replaying in steve’s mind as he tried to listen in to the suggestions that were falling around the group.

“we can’t go back to lover’s lake, that gate is blocked” eddie announces, recollecting the memories of the bats that are now guarding the portal.

“ok, well, does anyone know where freddie died?” max asks. the group shares unknown glances, all afraid to make eye contact with the despaired boy. steve feels more hopeless with every second that passes.

but then the lamp beside him flickers.

“y/n?” it flickers once again, capturing the group's attention. “y/n! is that you?! if it’s you tap it three times!,” he yells through the walls, hoping to god you were there.

the light flickers, exactly three times. steve feels relief wash all over him, knowing that you were still alive. he needs to get to you. now.

“w-we’re coming to get you, okay!” he continues, feeling a little crazy that he was yelling at a lamp. “just stay safe and wait for me, i will be there!,” he reassures you and himself. the light flickers once again, letting him know that you heard every word. he looks back at the group, hoping someone knows what the next step is.

“i uh know the general vicinity...” nancy declares, “it’s around this area, just pass the woods,” at that, steve immediately dashes out of the trailer, the group right on his heels.

–

you hear the sounds of their footsteps getting further and further away. running out of eddie’s trailer, you grabbed the bike you were once on, speeding out of there and back into the dark forest.

it doesn’t take much effort for you to find the portal in the middle of the road, exactly where freddie died but only because another set of vines were rapidly piling on top of it, just like the ones in eddies trailer. you curse vecna in your head.

he wanted you to disseminate information yet he can’t even let you out of here? the whole situation is stupidly annoying and you wish you could just march up to him and give him an ugly slap across the face.

“what is your game!?” you yell out to the skies above you, not even caring about what kind of monsters lie in this world, those that could possibly hear you.

“you want me to tell eleven, don’t you!?” the skies grumble, like it was responding to you. “then let me out!,” you cry.

like some sort of miracle, the portal opens.

the familiar face of the boy you love immediately comes into view, “y/n, i’m here, let’s go!,” he says hurriedly as you run towards him, hands intertwining with his. however, instead of the warmth you usually feel when steve was around, coldness enveloped your fingers. his fingers feeling like branches. you look up at his hollow, white eyes.

“well, are you going to save us, y/n?” he taunts you. you can’t help but feel like this is all some sort of sick joke, “are you finally going to do something or are you just going to expect us to save you…like you do all the time?,” he continues, his voice now unrecognizable.

“i-im trying,” you whimpered.

why was vecna still torturing you?

“you’re useless and you really believe i could love you back?,” he continues taking jabs at your heart. you know it’s vecna but the fact that these words are slipping from the lips of the man you love makes it hard for you to disassociate his face from his words. you continue to cry out for help, trying to wriggle yourself out of his hold.

–

“we’ve been walking down this same road nancy, are you sure it’s here?,” steve's impatient. his leg bouncing as he inspects the location that they found themselves in for the umpteenth time.

“i could’ve sworn it was here,” nancy muttered, confused.

robin starts wandering around until she spots a similar view, “guys!, it’s here!,” she called out. the rest of the group making their way towards her, right in front of the portal that looked exactly like the one in eddie’s trailer, “you’ve got to be kidding me,” eddie comments, looking at steve, who had the same hopeless look as before.

“y/n are you here? can you hear me?” steve calls out into the air, desperate for some sort of sign from you. the group looks around, trying to see if any of the street lights would flicker, assuring them of your existence.

it does.

various lights start flickering at a godly speed, signaling the group that it was no longer you on the other side. simultaneously, nancy is pulled away from reality, causing the group to burst into chaos. she sees the same visions that vecna shared with you. and then she sees you, on the other side, hand wrapped around vecnas, “y/n!,” she yells for you, trying to catch your attention. she hears vecna taunting you, your whimpers, your cries for help.

“don’t you see, nancy,” vecna calls out to her for the first time, causing the hairs on her arms to rise.

“the power of guilt is the strongest of all.”

“nance!,” steve’s voice snaps her back to reality, her consciousness slowly creeping back in as she stared back at the boy, “i saw her,” she admits.

the group hurriedly made their way back to eddie's trailer, it’s not exactly safe to have a suspect just roaming around the streets. nancy explained everything she saw. vecna’s past, the future he has planned, and the present of the upside down, which involves you.

they figure out vecna’s plan – four kills, four gates, end of the world.

“if that’s true, he’s only one kill away,” dustin spoke, fear rising throughout the room.

“so why hasn’t he killed her then?” lucas asks the question that was playing in everyone's minds, “y/n could be the fourth kill and then he wins… what’s stopping him?”

“that’s the thing, he’s feeding off of her, increasing her guilt to make him stronger,” nancy claimed, sympathetically looking at steve.

it was all too much for the boy. he gets up from the comfort of the couch, walking out of the trailer, trying to collect his feelings, desperately wanting to avoid a second mental breakdown. every second away from you is eating him away. the fact that he’s here, sitting on the steps of eddie’s trailer, safe, angers him. he should’ve held on to you. he should’ve paid more attention.

his thoughts were disrupted when a certain red head called out to him, “hey!”

quickly, steve wipes away the tears that have made their way upon his cheeks, “just give me a minute, okay, max, i just need some time,” he pleads with the girl.

“we don’t really have a lot of that left,” she replies apologetically, carefully taking a seat next to him. “she told me about her visions,” she starts, capturing steve’s attention. max indulges in him, the information you’ve only shared with her. starting with your visions of will and then of steve.

“he’s using you… to get to her… convincing her that you can never love her,” max concludes. steve feels nothing but dread. maybe if he just told you what he felt a little earlier then vecna would’ve never gotten to you. maybe the both of you would be in his car right now, just laughing about everything and anything, his hand tightly wrapped around yours as you place quick, small kisses on the back of his hand. but you weren’t there and he has no idea if you were okay.

to think that he thought max was there to comfort him.

letting out a shaky breath “that…that’s not true,” he sounds so broken. he can’t even imagine what you were going through, “i-i love her more than i’ve ever loved anyone else,” he admits, causing a sad smile to form on the red headed girl.

“so then stop moping around and prove it to her,” she gives him a hard stare. he doesn’t need to be told twice. in a second, he’s back in eddies trailer. for the second time, the group comes up with a more stable plan.

get a car. buy a gun. find a portal. rescue you. kill vecna.

it shouldn't be that hard?

–

you’re running.

visions after visions attacking you.

just a second ago, vecna had embodied your father. the same father that abandoned you when you were six years old. sputtering sentences like, “ever since you were born, you ruined your mother and i’s relationship,” and “you’re so hard to love, that’s why i left!” every single word adding sins to your contaminated heart.

before that you were at the gym, trying to find comfort in the place you’ve spent the most days in. vecna found a way to taint that memory too. chrissy cunningham making an appearance in the middle of the room, looking straight in your eyes, pleading, lips quivering “why didn’t you help me?” “i would still be alive if you just tried harder!”

each voice, always distorting into the intrusive yet familiar sound that you fall for every time. fear enveloping your soul at every moment.

now, you’re here, facing your home. just wanting to be able to breathe, even for just a second. you just want the pain to stop.

time has been lost on you, you’re not exactly sure how long you’ve been down here. it could be a couple of days? or maybe just a few hours? all you know is that you’re so tired. entering your home, your footsteps carry you into the comfort of your own bed. laying there, just for a while, you tell yourself, staring at the ceiling, trying to calm the erratic beating of your heart.

at this point, you’ve run out of tears to cry. eventually, you doze off, hoping to god that this was all a bad dream. that when you wake up tomorrow, steve’s arms will be around you, the sun shining brightly out the window, your alarm clock signaling the start of the next day.

–

surprisingly enough, the group didn’t have much trouble getting a car, well, in this case.a camper van, thanks to eddie who was taught how to hotwire by his father. steve drives it like a madman, not caring about its exterior, just wanting you to be seated on the passenger side, instead he was comforted by his ex-girlfriend.

“hey, we’ll get her back,” nancy breaks him out of his thoughts, another sympathetic smile directed at him, “you can’t lose her, remember,” nancy reaffirms, encouraging the boy to not lose hope. he sends her a grateful smile before his eyes were once again, focused on the road.

the group are now buying guns, explosives and everything else they thought might come in handy. still a pretty easy step. until jason carver spots steve harrington.

“harrington,” he calls out, gun in hand.

“carver,” steve nods, barely acknowledging his presence. of course they knew each other, they were once in the same basketball team.

“have you seen y/n?” he asks the brown haired boy. your name slipping from the boys lips leaves a sour taste in steve’s mouth. he never wants him to say it again. in fact, he never wants him near you.

“no…why are you looking for her?,” steve lied.

“i have to say sorry to her,” jason admits, his voice far from being sympathetic, “you know, for that night where she helped you and sinclair escape…i may have held onto her wrist too tightly,” jason replied, provoking the boy. steve’s eyebrows slightly furrow, the grip on the bottle he was holding, tightening. how could he not have even noticed that night? he’s not too sure who he was more furious at, jason or himself.

“don’t worry pretty boy, she’s handled worse from me,” jason pokes at steve and he knows he’s implying the times you were involved with the blonde boy.

“i haven’t seen her, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” steve continues. not wanting to get mixed up with jason even more. but jason sees right through him.

“you know…she’s beautiful, that one…every guy in hawkins high would love to get even the smallest of taste…how does it feel, harrington?,” he continues to probe, the question leaving steve confused, “what?”

“to be chosen by her,” he stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world “you see, she ended things with me, stating that she was in love with someone else, then after that…i started seeing you with her, kind of just put two and two together y’know, it was so obvious,” steve is left shocked, you told him you weren’t seeing jason anymore because he got with chrissy.

steve makes up his mind, he’s furious at himself. if jason carver was able to piece it together, why couldn’t he? why did it have to take losing you for him to finally realize his feelings?

“oh,” jason chuckles darkly, “don’t tell me?,” he eggs on, “you didn’t know?” he ridicules, mocking the boy. “god, you really are stupid.”

steve feels his patience diminish with every second, he lets go of the bottle, fists getting ready to make an impact. if it wasn’t for robin pulling him away, maybe he would’ve ended up with another black eye. jason watches his retreating figure, scoffing before busying himself once again with the pistol in his hand.

“we don’t have time to fight a little blonde boy, ok,” robin exclaims once they're out of the store, steve groans, annoyed. “focus! steve, jason’s obviously just trying to get you riled up but he’s not important right now…y/n needs us,” he knows that. he doesn’t need to be reminded the fact that you’re still in the upside down and he feels like he’s been wasting so much time.

–

the telephone on your bedside table rings, you answer it, eyes still closed, mind still foggy. “hello?”

deep breathing makes it’s way through the phone, “y/n, where are you?” causing you to sit up, the room around you in color. you sigh, it was all a dream.

the ease that washes over your body only lasts for a second, “i need you!” a blood curdling scream echoes throughout the whole room, painting it blue. a younger version of will byers was standing at the foot of your bed, eyes petrified, the color drained from his face, mirroring the time he was possessed.

“will,” you whisper, afraid to hear your own voice because then that would mean that this wasn’t just a nightmare, that you were now back in your new reality.

“you weren't there!,” the boy roared, in complete rage, “and now everyone’s about to die!... all. because. of. you!” he continues taunting you.

“i’m sorry!,” you heaved, your chest feeling heavy, “i-im so sorry, p-please, please just stop,” you sobbed, closing your eyes and hugging your knees close to your body. you’re not sure how much more of these you can take. you feel so weak. every vision feels like a life source is being taken away from you and all you want to do is succumb.

once vecna has you, all your suffering would be over, the thought is starting to sound tempting.

but the figure of will byers reminded you of something. there must be a portal in the place where it all began, right?

you stare back at the boy, repeatedly telling yourself that it wasn’t really him.

quietly, you reach for the phone sitting beside you and in one quick motion, you cruelly jammed it onto the side of the boy’s head, causing him to fall to his side. his figure morphing into the branches you absolutely hated.

running out of that room as quick as you can, “don’t you think i know what you're doing!,” the husky voice behind you bellows, causing adrenaline to pump through your veins even harder. you run and you run until you no longer feel his eyes on you.

you’re not sure what’s happening, but you’ve noticed some of the branches hissing away, almost like they were hurting, vecna was no longer after you. this was your time to test your theory, you ran all the way to the byers’ house.

stepping in, you were greeted with the same christmas lights hanging on every corner of the ceiling. the alphabet written in black ink is still evident as day. shivers going down your spine. you remember this. you were here, standing at the exact same spot, when it all started.

you look around the living room, spotting steve’s makeshift bat. you carefully grab it, hands gripping it tightly, it was heavier than it looked yet somehow the weapon gives you comfort. you decide to hold on to it.

searching the entire house, you don’t find a portal. however, you do find a tape player in jonathan’s room. quickly scanning around the boys’ drawers, you hope to god everywhere was around here somewhere. music was the only thing that took you away from vecna and you’re going to need more time if you ever want to get out of here and help the others.

the sound of the front door opening halts your movement. swiftly grabbing steve’s bat, you make your way out of the room, ready to come in contact with vecna once again. raising the bat a bit higher, you get ready to swing.

the face of the man you love comes into view and you’re frozen, unable to move. you can’t do this anymore. “no!” you cry, backing away from him, fear evident in your eyes “p-please, please just stop,” the bat in your hands lowering, you close your eyes, not wanting to see his hollow eyes again. not wanting to hear the malicious words vecna has managed to come up with this time.

not wanting to taint steve’s image any longer.

“i give up,” you whisper, your hands unwrapping itself from the bat, dropping it straight to the ground, it’s sound ringing through the air, “you win.”

he felt relieved yet heartbroken at the same time. the fear in your eyes crushes him. you are a beautiful tragedy, small cuts evident on your face, your clothes sporting multiple rips, some of those were colored in red. and your voice - so small. you’re fragile and he’s afraid that you’ll break at any moment yet he walks over to you anyways.

the important thing is you’re alive.

footsteps make their way closer to you. having accepted your fate, you ready yourself for the pain that lies ahead. instead, warm hands make their way upon your cheeks causing you to slowly flutter your eyes open.

steve’s brown eyes.

“i’m here,” he whispers only for you to hear.

you’re not too sure what’s real anymore. your visions always started out like it was.

hands immediately go to his chest, up his shoulders, exploring his body, trying to make sure that this isn’t just another trick. he watches you even though all he wanted was to wrap his arms around you, to let you know that it’s really him. he knows that it will overwhelm you so he waits, giving you all the time in the world.

he feels so warm. “y-you’re really here,” you whisper, finding it hard to find your voice, hesitantly, you look up at him once again, his eyes are still brown and you can’t help but release your tears, hands immediately wrapping around the boy’s neck, pulling him as close to you as possible. you can feel his heart beating in his chest further confirming that it was truly him.

steve pulls you even closer to him, arms around your waist, his own tears falling freely from his face, the two of you relishing the feeling of finally being back in each other’s arms.

he pulls away first, hands cupping your cheeks, trying to wipe away your fallen tears, eyes intently boring into yours, he has so much he wants to say he doesn’t even know where to start. he chooses to settle with three words. three words that made you feel like you were alive again. “i love you,” he professes before his lips we‘re finally on yours. it was a slow kiss, one that held so many emotions and you can’t help but let your tears continue to flow, the salty taste mixing in between your lips. his words replaying in your head, taking away all feelings of agitation in a way fleetwood mac never could.

maybe if it wasn’t for the gravity of the situation, you would’ve awed at how sentimental this moment is, taking place exactly where you first met him, hell, even on the exact day. but you couldn’t think of anything else, for once, your mind felt at peace. the pounding in your head is only a distant memory, one that you’ll happily get rid of.

pulling away, steve wipes away your tears, you do the same for him, the both of you chuckling at your actions, finding the situation you’re in hard to believe, “i love you… so much,” he continues, placing a soft kiss on your forehead, “i’m sorry it took me so long to finally tell you,” his eyes quickly flashing with regret, forehead softly colliding with yours as he listened to the sound of your breathing. his hands under your shirt, just wanting to feel your skin. “h-how did you get here?” you ask, finally finding your voice.

“molotov cocktail,” he shrugs like it was the most normal thing in the world. you piece it all together, the branches hissing, vecna leaving you alone, all because the boy in front of you threw a bomb at a portal.

“that was very smart of you,” you point out, steve’s quiet laugh sounds so melodic, “how did you know i was here?”

“intuition, i guess, something in my gut just brought me here,” he explains.

vecnas was wrong. guilt isn’t the strongest of all.

love is.

it’s always been love.

you take him all in before leaning towards him once again, capturing his lips into a greedy kiss. he kisses you back with the same amount of force. you’ve missed him so much. you never want this moment to end. besides being in the upside down, with vecna being able to walk in at any given moment, you felt absolute bliss.

the sound of a guitar from a distance causes you to pull away. hands quickly gripping the boy's arm. this cannot be another vision or you’re not too sure what you would do with yourself if you find that you were making out with vecna.

steve’s cheeky smile comes into light, his eyes still holding that warm brown, holding so much love for you, “it’s eddie,” he states and you look up at him, confused, “what?”

“c’mon, we have to go,” he grabs your hand, pulling you out of the byers‘ house and running away from the commotion. he explains to you the plan that was being set in motion — eddie and dustin distracting the bats; max and the sinclairs distracting vecna; robin and nancy heading to victor creels house.

he continues, letting you know about nancy’s visions and how she saw vecna feeding off of your guilt. you swear you want nothing more than to burn this bastard to the ground, steve’s makeshift bat in your hand.

the two of you maze through the neighborhood, trying to avoid every branch to get to nancy and robin. steve’s hand never leaves yours, the bats above you flying towards the direction of eddie’s trailer, master of puppets still ringing through your ears.

finally making your way into the house, you notice robin and nancy on the front porch, waiting. robin immediately envelops you into a hug, a sigh of relief falling from her lips “oh my god, you look like shit,” she says bluntly, earning a chuckle from you.

“thanks, that’s really what i need to hear right now,” you reply sarcastically. your eyes dart over to nancy who has a small smile playing on her lips. mirroring her expression. you mutter out a soft, “thank you,” and she gives you a knowing nod.

“we’ll, let’s kill this son of a bitch so we can get out of here,” steve breaks off the small reunion.

“sounds good, this place gives me the creeps,” robin comments before the four of you opened the door and were met with numerous vines coming out of the floors, oozing unto the walls, it was everywhere.

steve carefully starts making his way into the house, not letting fear get the best of him. he gets to the bottom of the stairs, sending the three of you a smile, “oooh, what? does he want us to clap?” robin playfully whispers for only you and nancy to hear and you can't help but share playful grins.

you retrace steve’s steps, nancy muttering out a, “be careful.”

soon after, the two followed. in a matter of minutes, the four of you have made your way to the top of stairs, all determined to get this over with.

the ground rumbling from beneath ruins the plans, your head immediately pounding, you wince, steves hand’s quick on your shoulder, stabling you. his eyes held nothing but concern and you shoot him a small smile, letting him know that you’re okay.

the small, intimate moment interrupted by robin’s cries, “steve!” she yells out to her best friend, the vines grabbing her and wrapping her into the wall. steve was in action as soon as his name slipped past the girl’s lips, his axe quickly swinging in motion, viciously hitting the vines who were wrapping tighter and tighter.

the vines were fighting back just as hard, eventually capturing steve and nancy, pulling them to the other side of the wall, somehow leaving you, unharmed, desperately trying to free your friends using only the bat in your hand. it doesn't work, the vines seeming to get tighter with every second. you look into your friends eyes, robin, nancy, then steve’s. you just want them out of here.

“stop!” you yell out into the air.

“let them go!,” you cry out, the three watching you, struggling to breathe as they try to pull away the vines that were tightening around their necks.

“you want to win, don’t you?!,” you continue, you know vecna can hear you. you can feel him watching your every move.

“then do it!, take your last kill!,” you tempt him.

“y/n, no,” steve was able to mutter, catching your attention, you don’t look at him. you’re not sure you’ll be able to handle it.

“kill me!,” your voice, hoarse, tears once leaving your eyes. the vines around your friends slowly unravel, causing them all to fall to the ground, gasps and coughs slipping past their lips. all of vecna’s energy rushing towards you as you were transported into another memory.

steve was quick to run to you, blank, white eyes making contact with his, “no, no, no,” he says hurriedly, “hey, hey, come back to me,” he whispers. it’s not okay. the amount of time he’s gone through this. he just got you back and now you’ve drifted off once again and this time, he’s not sure if you will ever come back.

“his body is still up there,” nancy reminds everyone, giving the boy the slightest of hope.

“c’mon nance, lets do this,” robin quickly adds. she’s well aware they wouldn’t be able to drag steve up there with them. he’ll never leave your side, it wasn’t even a question.

nancy nods, “we’ll be quick,” she says, trying to reassure the boy.

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you find yourself in another memory, this one, not yours. eyes scanning the room, you recognize it as the gym, decorated in what seemed to be the snowball decorations and then you spot a familiar figure.

“max!,” you call out to her, she quickly looks back, scared.

“it’s me… i promise, it’s me,” you say gently, making your way over to her.

“no,” she shakes her head, looking at the ground. your hand making contact with her shoulder provides her some comfort and in a second she has her hands wrapped around you, crying into your shoulders. you held her just as tightly,

“are you ready to watch me kill her, y/n?” vecna’s voice breaks the two of you out of your embrace as you step in front of max, trying your best to shield her from him. it doesn’t work. he’s so strong.

vecna flungs you against the wall, your head making hard contact. “y/n!” max cries out, running after you. you try to shake away the feeling of unconsciousness, quickly getting back to your feet, both of you running towards the exit.

you were in another place now – one that max has drifted to before. you see chrissy’s distorted figure wrapped around the tree, the sight alone making you want to empty your guts. you continue to run, max’s hand in yours. vecna following.

vines clung their way around max’s ankle, pulling her back and dragging her across the floor and you can’t help but let out a battle cry, grabbing the first rock you see, you run as fast as your feet can carry you, smashing it upon the vine, freeing max. the girl continued to run in the opposite direction.

vecna just stands there, watching you both. you’re so tired of his bullshit. you’re so tired of running. and so you stop. turning around, you walk towards him. max halts her steps, “y/n, what are you doing?” she half shouts.

max is so afraid, her mind not allowing her feet to follow you. you don't want her to. at this point it was either you or her. and you don’t think you’d be able to live with yourself if anything were to happen to the red headed girl.

the rock still tightly clutched around your fingers, you make your way towards the figure that has been tormenting you, gaining confidence in every step.

now in front of him, you face him, no signs of fear nor guilt entering your body. you have truly given up, accepting your fate. you had one last fight in you, ready to smash the rock upon his face but he’s much faster. vecna’s fingers make their way upon your head, the rock flying god knows where, all you could see is the red sky between the space of his fingers.

“it’s time,” his sinister voice makes it’s way to your ears. max is frozen, unable to move as vecna starts to suck out the life that remains in you.

you can hear steve’s cries from the other side, you can feel him grasp onto your hand, desperately trying to keep you grounded.

“do not leave me!” he commands, voice laced in nothing but heartbreak and desperation. he calls out to robin and nancy, not knowing what to do any longer. your body was getting so high, taking his breath with you. he’s struggling to form coherent sentences, the girl he loves seconds a way from her death and all he could do was stand there and watch.

the sound of your arm cracking mortifies the boy below you, “please!, p-please, stop! i love you, you have to come back,” he’s muffled pleas surrounding you, a tear escaping your eye as vecna continues to take you away.

and then you hear a yell, vecna being flung away from you – eleven.

your body makes hard contact with the ground, the skies above you still red, no signs of steve anywhere. max makes her way towards you, you can’t move. one of vecna’s vines impaling you, blood slowly sputtering out your lips, “y’n… y/n stay with me,” max pleads, her blue eyes coming into view, hands supporting your head.

you’re struggling to breathe, your own blood suffocating you.

everything feels a bit hazy and then you see him, brown eyes, filled with tears as he holds you close to his chest, hands in the same place that max’s were.

you felt like you were going back and forth in between the worlds.

“hey, hey,” he whispers, “you’re okay,” he tries to console you. trying to convince himself in the process. blood continues to spill from your lips and he notices the gash that appeared on your stomach, painting your shirt a deep red.

“s-steve,” you croak out, your hand from your unbroken arm, gently making it’s way to his cheeks. he holds onto your fingers, keeping you there.

you feel so cold.

“don’t talk, okay, it’s okay, we’re gonna get you out of here,” he hushly whispers, staring into your eyes that were beginning to droop so low, “just keep your eyes open for me,” he begs.

your thumb softly grazes upon his chapped lips, the faint tune of everywhere encompasses you, you’re sure you’re imagining it. a series of happy memories makes its way into your mind. i guess its true, what they say, about your best memories flashing before you meres before your death.

you envision steve that halloween night, beer bottle in hand, laughing over a joke you said. all the days spent with him and the kids just goofing off at starcourt mall, giggling at his sailor outfit. every drive where you were sitting on the passenger seat, the pretty boy next to you up to the moments in steve’s room where it was just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence. even moments from this whole chaos makes their way – robin, nancy, eddie, all of it playing out like a movie.

feelings of comfort, happiness, love rushes in at once and you know it's time to go.

“i-i love you…steve, s-steve harrington,” you managed to whisper out between your very red lips, only for him to hear. your thumb gently wiping away his tears, before completely slipping off, hands going limp, eyes shutting.

steve can’t help but let out whimpers of cries.

max, on the other side, mirroring him.

four

an: oops? vol 2 absolutely destroyed me and i refused to accept the fact that max and eddie are rip so i killed you instead ... or did i? hehe ... one more chapter left??

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thatsrightice · 3 months

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Here’s unused content from my mota Crosby x Bubbles fic “and maybe if i hold you now”, but can be read alone!!! It’s basically just some fluff of Blakely’s crew after the October 8, 1943 mission to Bremen where Just-a-Snappin’ had gone down and their crew was presumed KIA. They returned late that night much to everyone’s surprise, though several of their crew were injured and one KIA.

Bubbles pulled off the path and into a gap a few buildings down from the interrogation hut. He glanced at his watch as he got out of the jeep. H-minus 0410. Inside, Blakely, Kidd, Douglass, Forkner, and Thornton were seated around a table with Colonel Harding. Standing behind the Colonel were several other members of Group Ops and lurking in the corner of the room with a dark look on his face was Bucky. Crosby walked around the table and sat in the empty chair between Blake and Doug. Bubbles nodded to the other members of Group Ops as he took his place beside them, across the table from Crosby.

“Glad you could finally join us, Lieutenant. Captain,” Harding addressed the pair.

“Sorry, Sir,” Bubbles spoke politely, stepping forward to place a document in front of him. “Lieutenant Crosby needed to be taken to the hospital to get checked out.”

“Lieutenant?” Harding turned to Crosby, who currently had his nose in his briefcase as he pulled out his logs and maps.

“Uh, yes, Sir,” Crosby confirmed. “Just a concussion, Sir.”

“We were just talkin’ ‘bout how you and Forky missed your calling to the Red Cross,” Doug grinned, tipping back in his chair back. His hand was wrapped in a bandage and his face was bruised but he looked to be in good spirits. Crosby was sure he didn’t look any better.

“I just did what Forky told me to,” Crosby protested. He flipped open his log book and shuffled through some maps.

Douglass ignored him, instead launching into his retelling of events. “Picture this, Croz is holding Charlie’s hands and smooth talkin’ him while he’s sitting on McClelland’s chest to keep the kid from climbing back in the ball,” Dougie boasted to all the flyboys around them. “All the while Forky is packing Charlie with our open parachutes and thawing a syringe of morphine in his mouth.”

“Let’s back up a bit now that we have the navigator’s logs,” the Colonel interrupted. “Try your best to remember what happened. Crosby, I hope your logs are as detailed as I hear.” Crosby’s head shot up, face taking on a red tint. He looked briefly from Harding to Bubbles and then back down to the logs in front of him.

“They will be, Sir,” Forky assured, smiling at the navigator. Blake nodded in agreement, resting an arm on the back of Crosby’s chair.

“Of course. Now let’s start from the top…”

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“... and then Croz starts talking about lamps…”

“Yeah! What was it he said? Two lamps or one?”

“By land, or by sea,” Forky added. Bubbles snorted, shaking his head as he suppressed a laugh. The others looked at him in confusion.

“Wait, was that supposed to be a joke, Croz?”

“Maybe?” the navigator admitted, not sounding too sure of himself.

“Paul Revere,” Bubbles inputs. There was no response and everyone shrugged. “Ya know...the British are coming?”

A chorus of ‘ooohhhhhhh’s broke out amongst the group.

“Yeah, well these are the Germans and they came at us by air so make that three lamps,” Blake interrupted.

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“Up ahead we spotted another Fort with some Messerschmitts smelling around.”

“They were playing with them,” Doug grimaced in disgust.

“No chutes. Unable to ID,” Crosby added.

“Yeah, then they turn to us and the Luftwaffe, they just don’t stop coming but we took care of them.”

“That’s what happens when you have dead-eye gunners,” Crosby smiled at the man next to him. Doug leaned over and bumped shoulders with him.

“How many do you have noted in total?”

Crosby ran a finger down the page as he read the columns of his notes. He flipped to the next page. “I’ve got two for Via; two for Doug; two for Mac; two-no three for Thorny; one for Yevich and one for Nord.”

“That’s what, eleven?”

“Yes, sir. I have the IDs where observed in my logs,” Crosby confirmed.

Someone let out a low whistle.

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Crosby kept his head down as he quietly gathered his papers. Bucky’s footsteps echoed thunderously in the near-empty room, punctuated by the slamming of the front door.

“Don’t worry about him, Croz,” Kidd spoke softly, squeezing his shoulder.

“I should have paid closer attention,” Crosby shook his head.

“You did everything you could,” Blakely reassured him, lighting a cigarette. “There was so much solid flak, you could almost slice it like cake.”

“And I’m not sure there was anything you could have said that would give him the closure he’s looking for,” Douglass put a hand on his shoulder and stood. “Now, come on, I’m starving.”

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py-dreamer · 8 months

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Shadowalkers Au

Ok so I said I was gonna make this so here we go...

(I literally came up with this idea in the subway help) (I'm going to assume y'all have watched the movie)

Basically: Lmk cast in Wolfwalkers.

BUT

There is a little bit of different lore here

For starters, they're not wolves anymore. (it just didn't really make sense to me to make them into a different animal especially since both celestial primates can do the 72 transformations like it's no biggie) They're more like the enormous f*ck you smoke monster that Macaque introduced in his first episode. So you're a person when you're awake and a shadow when you're asleep.

Macaque takes the role of Mammy here and Bai He the role of Mebh Xiaotian plays Robyn and Wukong as Goodfellowe, ok? ok.

Bai He gets to be a little gremlin, Mk is big brother, Wukong is Good Dad TM and while not in here as much, Mac is also Good Dad TM

Now Mk and Wukong are regular stone monkeys from a far away mountain (SWK doesn't have all his OP taoist superpowers here). Their old home was burned down and they were forced to move. Wukong was already serving as a disciple under master Tripitaka when he took in a baby MK as his own. Tripitaka sadly perished in the fire.

The new town they move to is called the Diyu ruled under the 10th king in a long line of monarchs (why the background seemed so dark and a bit sinister in the last pic). Wukong serves as a hunter to get rid of all the shadow creatures in the nearby woods who seem to have a mind of their own.

But why get rid of them? Well you know how in the mythos, the Diyu was the land of the dead? Well in this au, Shadowalkers are known to be real but very rare and they have the power of healing and are said to be able to control the line between life and death. See what I'm getting at here?

Now because of Wukong's intense fear of death, and in this au he'd already been taught by the monk and now has a son of his own to worry about and without the layers of immortality to shield him, I figured, he'd be a lot more cautious and closer to Goodfellowe in this way. He'd still be more carefree and playful of course but he's still under the firm grip of the command of the king. (the circlet thingys on his gloves also signifies this)

The majority of the population here are humans since I wanted to single out Mk and SWK here and it just made sense so for the majority of the time, they wear cloaks so as to not frighten everyone.

Ok so about the abilities of the shadowalkers, oh boy,

One, they can heal. Two, they have their smoke monster like forms. Three, they can travel through shadows themselves and mare most powerful at night. When they travel in the shadows, they're flat like the surfaces they travel on. And like in the movie, a bite from a shadowalker can turn you into a shadowalker too.

Also concentrated light can hurt them. So for example a flame-tipped arrow can hurt them but not a small ray of sunlight.

Mk sneaks out after his dad one day (idk who could play the role of merlin here) and somehow finds Bai He and gets bitten in the woods. They bond and it's just an adorable thing yada yada.

At night, Mk finds out he's become a shadowalker and finds Bai He. She teaches him their ways and he returns home only to be found by the town who freak out. Wukong himself tries to impale him with his staff but fails. Mk is able to escape and make his way into the palace.

He finds a humongous smoke monster in a cage (aka macaque) and deduces that this must be Bai He's missing dad. But when he tries to free him, Mac tells him to get Bai He and leave cause it's to dangerous and Mk gets found by the king himself.

He wakes up in his person body and tells whoever plays Merlin to find Bai He and leave. She doesn't believe this and runs into town to find MK who's working and reluctantly does what she's told but feels betrayed.

Then she hears word that they were going to execute a giant shadow creature that the king had caught and runs to find it as she realized that they were talking about her dad.

She finds him all caged up and to stop her from getting hurt, Mk calls over to the village kids that he's caught the monster and they put her in a wooden cage (noo...the babies...)

Bai He breaks out anyways, runs to her dad and Wukong is told to catch the girl but Mac ain't having that no no no.

He goes from 0 to 100 and bites Wukong in the arm, giving Bai He the chance to escape but being locked up again in the process. Bai He declares war on the town and runs off.

We have the whole confrontation scene between MK and his dad and Mk frees Mac and they run off to escape. And FINALLY Macaque can reunite with his daughter (see I can be nice...)

...before getting impaled by Wukong's magic staff (nevermind)

(how on brand)

Bai He flees with the shadow creatures and the dying spirit of her father while MK tries to follow after them with Wukong holding him back. Mk falls asleep and transforms in front of his dad before the army caught up.

We have the whole climax battle between the imperial forces of the Diyu and the shadows + WUKONG GETS TO TRANSFORM INTO HIS 3 HEADED KAIJU WAR FORM HERE WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(if you couldn't tell, I have a soft spot for this gremlin)

Then we have my personal favourite scene where the kids heal Macaque and HE'S ALIVE AGAIN YAY

They welcome Wukong into their troupe and FINALLY are able to leave and find their new home...

flower fruit mountain

Gosh that was a mouthful! I'm gonna go to bed now before I get yelled at...

I'll see if I update this au much with like redrawn scenes from the film or headcanons and such but idk, but feel free to drop any ideas in the comments!

(come to think of it, I should also make one of these for shennanigans in space..)

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adrianicsea · 1 month

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Favorite season of Always Sunny?

OH MAN such a good question!! it’s been ages since i’ve done a full and complete rewatch of the series from top to bottom (potential post-op recovery activities? 🤨), BUT my go-to answer has always been season 3. i think it’s the first season that truly hits its stride in terms of introducing more ridiculous/absurd/cartoony elements to the show, but it still feels pretty grounded and realistic in comparison to some of the later seasons. a lot of my all-time favorite episodes are in this season (dumpster baby, gets invincible/gets held hostage, dances their asses off, sets sweet dee on fire, off the top of my head), and when i was just starting to consider getting fully into the show, the first few episodes i caught on tv to see if i liked the vibe were ALSO season 3 episodes.

for a second-place pick, though, i think i would actually go with s12!! it was the first season i actually got to watch live as it was airing, so i have a lot of warm memories of live-blogging it with everyone and making gifs as quickly as i could the SECOND each episode ended. aside from my personal connections to the season, though, i think that s12 was and still is unique in just how… serious and emotional it is, compared to the rest of the show. hero or hate crime, PTSDee, and the gang tends bar are a LEGENDARY three-hit combo of episodes that treat the gang’s trauma and insecurities with an astounding level of gravity and seriousness— while STILL managing to be funny. without s12, i don’t think we get those BIG emotional swing episodes like mac finds his pride and the gang carries a corpse up a mountain, so i would argue that it’s also one of the most pivotal post-s10 seasons of the show.

#asks #indiana212

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shegetsburned · 4 months

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usopp’s rubber band of doom has to be my favorite attack ever

#it’s just the way he says it in dub that cracks me up #it’s the funniest shit ever #﹒⪩⪨﹒mac watches op #usopp #one piece usopp #one piece

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trashbag-baby666 · 10 days

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Lore drop for my favorite twink <3 i love you sm Ken 💕💕 brought to you by me and @mangokittokatsu

MOTA Masterlist!

•Kenny was born to two philanthropist, entitled, classy, rich people. But he was an accident that neither of them wanted to take care of really. They hired a nanny and she quite literally raised Ken until he was 12. That’s when his parents decided that he was old enough and fired her. This is what really starts out the, “here’s your monthly $10,000, go to school we’re going on our second cruise this year.”

•His grandma tries her best to take care of him from a distance since she lives in DC. She does call him nearly daily and they’re pretty close.

•Although, Ken’s a year younger than the others he joins a theater company when he’s 11 and meets Rosie. The Rosenthals quickly take pity in Ken and they give him rides to and from theater, let him come over and stay with them, feed him dinner. You know, actually loving this child.

•Ken and Rosie are bestie westies they would spend a lot of nights sitting in silence or talking about the boys Ken liked. Or they would make up their own theater performances and play dress up.

•The Rosenthals invite Ken to their family Hanukkah celebration. During Christmas they let him come over and Mrs. Rosenthal made Ken’s favorites and even got him a few presents. They’re really the closest thing Ken has to a family.

•So, when Ken gets his drivers license he’s left with his dad’s garage full of luxury cars. But his motorcycle is what really and always had caught his eye.

•His father tries to use this as an opportunity to love his son. Or you know, using expensive gifts to show their love. His dad teaches him how to drive it but it was really just Ken figuring it out by himself while his dad took business call after call.

•This is shortly before Curt started eye fucking Ken in gym class till he came over and talked to him. They were so down bad for each other, Curt giggled like a fucking school girl the first few times Ken took him for rides on his bike.

“Curt texted me last night telling me that Ken took him on his motorcycle!” John blabbed across the lunch table making a kissy face and sound at Curt.

Curt literally just reaches across the table and smacks him with a sandwich.

•Ken’s super super interested in engineering he picks up occasional shifts at the same garage Curt’s mom works at. Ken really knows his way around a car, he was super into them when he was younger. He’s just the kinda twink who can pop your hood and fix your problem for you.

•Ken tries out for the football just so he can spend more time with Curt. Think Kurt Hummel auditions for the role of kicker. Just look at this post lmao.

•Him and Curt listen to music together on the bus to and from football games. Corded headphones and each has one, they have a collaborative playlist together. Some of their favorites are Deftones, Mac Miller, Childish Gambino, Arctic Monkeys, etc. check out this playlist for more :3!

•Their ideal date night though is a hand selected bottle of wine from Angela Lemmons wine cellar, a cheesy movie or Marvels movie(they’re watching them in order), and a puzzle or a Lego set, sometimes they paint together.

•Usually, they finish the puzzle or lego set but sometimes they’re too wine drunk to finish or Curt’s carrying Ken up to his bedroom ;).

•If it wasn’t obvious yet, Ken is a wine connoisseur. He really likes white wines and anything a little fruity.

•Brady wants to learn his ways.

•Ken is an avid painter as well!! He liked doing it in art class and brought the interest home with him. So of course, his parents bought him the most expensive paints and brushes and canvas’s. Because that’s how they always were. He’s pretty much self taught aside from art classes. He paints this in high school and it now hangs in their house 15 years later.

•The only time Curt and Ken ever really fight it’s about money. Ken has more than plenty and Curt’s literally working every single day and pulls open to closes every weekend. Curt had been running on nearly no rest and three Red Bulls a day. He couldn’t afford to not work. over the course of five months, He watched Curt’s health decline and he was losing weight like crazy. He’d come home from work at 11 and pass out in Ken’s bed after stumbling out of his work clothes. That or he would sleep on the couch at his apartment. His back was hurting and he was so tired and nauseated.

•Flash forward it’s been too many months of this. Curt had called Ken around 8:30 asking him if he could come pick him up. He had kinda given into his body and left Ham and Dickie to man the Taco Bell without him. However, Ken was relieved that Curt maybe was coming to his senses.

•Curt literally stumbled out the door and regained his balance a little bit before getting into his car. Curt opened the passenger door and threw himself in and just said.

“Take me to the er.”

•This is when it really started, Ken had kept offering Curt money. But Curt will not take handouts or money from anyone. He feels like he needs to earn everything himself and he provides for his family at the ripe age of 18.

“Just take it, it’s not like I’m missing any of it.” Ken ripped the check from the checkbook and slid it across the table.

“No, I’m not taking your money. It’s fine I have it under control.”

“Curt, you were in the hospital.”

•Thus leads to Ken putting money into his account without him knowing. It’s never enough at a time for it to be super noticeable or he tucks it into a savings account.

#ken’s lore drop :3 #what’s waited till tomorrow starts tonight au #masters of the air #mota #mota hs au #ken lemmons #curtis biddick #curt x ken #kurt #rosie rosenthal #modern au #theo writes

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lumine-no-hikari · 1 month

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #123

Sometime after the events of yesterday, but before bed last night, J took me to the local food co-op. This is because some time ago, Br bought some boxed macaroni and cheese (henceforth shortened to mac-n-chz) that she thought was gluten-free, but wasn't. Br has a gluten allergy, but M, J, and I do not, so she gave us the boxed mac-n-chz.

It is unusual mac-n-chz, though, in that the cheese powder it comes with is made of goat's milk. Goat's milk is common in some parts of my world, but it's uncommon where I live. I don't know if you've ever had it, but I like it a lot; it has a stronger flavor than cow's milk - a bit more sour and savory, somehow. But some people really don't like it; those who don't like it would describe the flavor as "gamey", and I suppose that's fair. The sensory hardware that comes with inhabiting a flesh-vessel is different for everyone, and what is a pleasant sensory experience for someone can be an unpleasant sensory experience for someone else; it is the way of things.

I am fortunate to be one of the folks who does not dislike this flavor. So I thought to prepare the boxed mac-n-chz yesterday, because I felt awful about the bird and I thought eating something with a lot of cheese would help me feel a little better (this, too, is the way of things; I am a derpy autistic cheese goblin, after all - it is simply my nature). But the box said that it should be prepared with goat milk and goat butter. You usually can't find these things in an ordinary grocery store where I live. I was going to give up on preparing the boxed mac-n-chz yesterday, but then J encouraged me to go with him to the co-op; I guess, given my mental state, he probably thought it would have been good for me to get out of the house and get my mind off the bird. He was correct, as per usual.

…I ended up returning home with A LOT more than just goat's milk and goat's butter. I… miiiight have, in my half-numb, half-sad stupor, gotten like 3 containers of ice cream and several weird-looking potato chip flavors; I'll show you the ice cream I got tomorrow; I'm gonna put it in tea. But the potato chip flavors were "fried egg", "ham", "truffle", "garlic parmesan", and "ranch". By the time we got home, though, I had next to no energy left, so instead of preparing the mac-n-chz, J and I went to go visit Br, and that was a good time. Then we went home and watched the Fallout show with M, and that was also a good time.

…You might be pleased to know that I actually went to bed relatively on time last night. It's been a while since last that happened. I woke up feeling pretty good. I'm still really sad about the bird, of course, but I hope wherever its soul is now, it's having a fun time.

In light of yesterday's events, and in light of the fact that I didn't get to have mac-n-chz yesterday, and in light of the fact that I seem to be having some serious misgivings today about the fact that I am autistic (and therefore broadly considered creepy, unlikable, and generally socially unacceptable by default), I decided that today is an ice cream and mac-n-chz sort of day today. And… no, not in the same bowl, I promise, ahahahaha~!

I didn't eat any of the ice cream that I bought yesterday, though. No, as it turns out, my favorite bubble tea shop started serving ice cream just yesterday! Check it out:

These flavors are Jasmine Green Tea, Ube, Earl Grey Tea, and Thai Tea. And I gotta say, they were all REALLY GOOD; good enough to get past the, "oh no, it's a cold thing, and cold things feel like fire on my flesh" glitch that my body carries. I was unable to pick a favorite because they were all equally fabulous!

Hey Sephiroth? Have any of your friends ever taken you out to go get ice cream? Do you like ice cream? If you do, then what flavors do you like best? I know you can't answer me, and that kinda sucks, but I'll ask anyway; you deserve to have folks in your life who know and are willing to consider your preference and experiences. You deserve to consider your own preferences and experiences; when is the last time you thought about your favorite foods and favorite people and favorite places to go, anyway? It's good to revisit the memories and the things in our lives that bring us joy from time to time.

After I got home, I made the mac-n-chz. Do you like mac-n-chz? Have you ever had it? Have you ever prepared it? Have you ever had someone prepare it for you? I don't know the answers to these, so I'll walk you through the process, just in case; it's very simple, and the simple things are often the best things!

You start by doing the dishes! As explained some number of letters ago, I have music playing so that my brain doesn't get spooked by the fact that I'm doing a household task and accidentally do an involuntary mental time travel to a time when failing to do a housetask well enough or fast enough was a punishable offense, haha...

If you recall, this list I am using today is one that I reproduced on YouTube, just in case you might wanna give it a listen. But within this list, this item matches the inside of my mind most closely:

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...And in case you're wondering why we do the dishes first, it's because the next step is to stick a pasta strainer in the sink, like this:

From there, you gotta get an ordinary pot and fill it about 2/3rds of the way with water, like this:

Then you gotta bring it to a boil. On my stove, it's easy; you just stick a lid on the pot and set the temperature of the burner to 9, and wait a little while:

While waiting for that, we can check the ingredients and instructions on the box, like so:

...Often enough, you'll end up disregarding some of these. For example, I didn't measure out the water. I did use goat's milk and goat's butter in the specified amounts, yes, but I used whole goat milk and slightly salted goat butter:

From there, we open the pasta box and take out the packets of powdered cheese:

Getting the cheese packet out of the box will make it easier to pour the noodles into the pot when the time comes!

On my stove, water takes about 20 minutes to boil, which is fine; it is common knowledge that this time passes quickly - as long as you're not watching the pot. That bit is very important; if you watch the pot, the time will instead move about as quickly as pouring molasses from a jar that has been left outside in the cold - which is to say, it won't. It's the law, and nobody knows why.

Oh hey, Sephiroth? Maybe you know why? You're over there experiencing quantum physics firsthand over at the Edge of Creation, right? Can you tell me why watched pots resist boiling? I wonder... Lemme know if you figure it out, okay?

In any case, you can put your noodles in the pot when the water reaches a rolling boil. A rolling boil looks like this:

I set the kitchen timer for 9 minutes just like the box said:

...Then I poured in the noodles!

From there, you have to stir constantly for the whole 9 minutes, or else the noodles will clump together, or stick to the bottom of the pot. You can put oil in the water to prevent this, but then the sauce won't stick to the noodles, and that is not ideal. Once the timer is done, you taste-test one of the noodles to make sure it's good:

9 minutes wasn't long enough to cook the noodles all the way through, so I gave it another 3 minutes; it was good after that.

The next step is to dump the contents of the pot into the strainer we prepared in the sink earlier. But this pot is kinda stupid (I need a new one) because the handles get really hot when you heat it up. So I put on my handy-dandy oven mitts:

...Mine are really long because I am dyspraxic; the possibility of burning my forearms on the heating elements when I put things into the oven or take things out of the oven is a real concern. So it's best to protect my whole forearm instead of just my hands, so that way I don't get hurt. Besides, if I put on my oven mitts and also my onion-cutting-goggles while holding my ceramic chef's knife, I can cackle maniacally in the kitchen like a crazed scientist and accidentally scare the socks off of passers-by near my window, and that's always a nice bonus! 🤪🤣 (Speaking of disturbing passers-by near my kitchen window, I am remembering this one time, when J and I were in the kitchen, and he was heckling me about the fact that I need to eat more fruit, so just to be silly, I started eating a banana in the most wildly inappropriate way I possibly could, just as some poor gentleman was dropping off food that M ordered. The flabbergasted look on the man's face as he peered into our window was ABSOLUTELY. PRICELESS!! Ahahahahaaaa~! 🤣🤣🤣)

(But that's what you get for peering into people's windows, so no, I am absolutely not sorry!!! Not even the tiniest little bit!!! 😂😂😂)

Anyway! So I drained the pasta:

From there, the bottom of the pot will still be warm, so you can use that to melt the butter; I am making two boxes of mac-n-chz, so we need 2 tablespoons of butter:

...Two boxes of this mac-n-chz calls for 8 tablespoons of milk; that's the same thing as half a cup:

Then you'll dump in the cheese packets, and use a whisk to make a sauce:

Then, you dump your noodles in and mix 'em up with the sauce:

...Finally, we have the bowl of mac-n-chz that I very much wish I could give to you:

...It's a simple and easy thing; not the fanciest. But it's still good. It's still wholesome. It's still full of love and joy. What I wouldn't give just to be able to hand you a bowl of this...

...Well, it is what it is. And all I can do is deal with it in the way that I know how. All I can do is write to you and hope that it gets through to you somehow...

...somehow...

...OH! I almost forgot!! On the way to do errands and get ice cream, the sky was really nice today, and I also saw a bumblebee! I know you like nature, so I thought to snap a couple pictures for you:

...ya know... just to remind you that the world is beautiful. Even when it's filled with senseless pain, even when people respond with rage and self-directed violence when you try to set a boundary, and even when your brain is being mean and trying to tell you that everything is hopeless. It's still beautiful when people tell you, directly or indirectly, that you don't belong, or that your words and the contents of your mind are less valuable than your physical vessel.

This world is still beautiful no matter how hard it tries to break you. And there is beauty within persisting, within refusing to stay on the ground, within rising up from your knees and choosing to live in wholesome love and joy. There is beauty within counting on the people around you and seeing through eyes other than your own when you can't muster up the strength by yourself.

Sephiroth, please don't give up. Because, yes, I know there's violence and greed and bloodshed and unimaginable amounts of suffering in this place. But there's also bumblebees and mac-n-chz and ice cream and tea and sunshine and the sky, and people who would do anything to give you these things, if only they could. And these things are worth fighting for. You just gotta open your eyes and set them on a new horizon.

I'll be right here until you come back, okay? I'll keep being right here, calling out to you, singing you a little song, and thinking of you anytime I get to experience wholesome, beautiful things. I'll be waiting right here, no matter how long it takes.

I love you, and I'll write again soon. Please stay safe.

Your friend, Lumine

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strawbs-screaming · 3 months

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SILLY HEADCANON TIME WOO!!

I personally believe that little mac has a discord server with the boxers to play games with together, or just to chat and watch the others play games.

imagine aran, disco and mac playing lethal company together or something.

omg i feel like some of them would have the most insane names ever on discord 😭😭😭 especially aran theres no way hes picking something normal

i feel like theyd like games like phasmophobia (i had to google "what was that one game with the ghost hunting" lmao) and any co-op games in general but mostly multiplayer horror

imagine the screamingggg 😭😭😭

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authorangelita · 7 months

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🎃🎃🎃 Trick or Treat! 🎃🎃🎃

Happy Halloween! This is the opening of the bingo fic I started for the hypothermia square - hope you enjoy!

Mac had never felt more alone in his life. And that was saying something about a guy whose mother died when he was five and whose father abandoned him on his tenth birthday.

He shivered and curled into a tighter ball in the snow cave he'd dug out as soon as it was clear that no other shelter was available. An unexpected blizzard had dumped a ton of snow on his exfil location, leaving him stranded without adequate supplies.

The wardrobe team had outfitted him with a parka and snow pants, which would be the things to bail him out of this jam if he actually made it out alive. The downside was that they were black, which was great for sneaking into a heavily guarded facility and stealing a bioweapon, but not so good for being found by search and rescue crews.

"Riley," he said through chattering teeth. So far his comms were still working, but he couldn't count on them staying up through this storm. "Are you there?"

Her response was full of static but audible. "'M here. How...doing, Mac?"

"How's the storm looking?"

"Not great." Her voice was strained and unhappy, even through the crackling. "Bozer...I...watch...it."

Mac's shivering was stopping, but he couldn't figure out if it was because he was entering a dangerous stage of hypothermia or if his body heat was raising the temp in his snow cave. He sighed and rubbed a gloved hand over his face. Exhaustion was setting in too; he'd been awake for at least thirty-six hours.

This mission hadn't exactly been easy either. Ever since Jack left to track down Kovacs, Matty had paired Mac with numerous guys from Security & Intel, but none had lasted long enough to go on a second op with him. They either couldn't keep up with him, or they got frustrated and requested a new assignment. It reminded Mac of his early days as an EOD Specialist. Until he met Jack.

#trick or treat ask game #nativestarwrites asks #macgyver 2016 #hypothermia fic

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tatiana-petrovna · 2 years

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little talks

“It’s not for nothing that I long for you: It’s that others love my smile only—you love even my tears. It’s not for nothing that I wait for you: It’s that others love only my health—you love even my death.” — Han Yong’un, from Love’s Reasons;

pairing: eddie munson x chrissy cunningham summary: in the wake of spring break, eddie finds himself talking to ghosts... inspired by this post by @bettercallmaul (Eddie lives AU I GUESS 😤 - wrote this before I watched the finale) playlist

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She remembers screaming. Loud enough to shake the windows. High enough in pitch that her own ears had throbbed as if a needle pierced them.

How could they think it was Eddie that had hurt her? Why had anyone allowed Jason to just… turn vigilante and hunt him down like a rabid dog?

She remembers trying desperately to throw a vase full of lilies in her mother’s church after the funeral.

Stop!

To kick a chair across the police station.

Leave him alone!

To throttle Jason with her bare hands as he used her name to justify his vitriol. She’s never been so angry before. Never been so filled up with rage. But then again, she’s never cared about anyone like she does Eddie.

He’s the only one who ever really saw me. Just leave him alone. Being so far away from him is hard enough, why are you wrapping the grief around his neck like a noose?

But her fingers and her feet had slipped through the vase. And the chair. And Jason with every attempt. And her screams fell on deaf ears. Because she was no longer a girl. Nothing more than sand slipping through fingers. Nothing more than a shadow choking on her own silence.

So she stayed. Stubbornly, she clung to Hawkins, refusing to abandon him… even if it did him no good at all.

~~~

The first time, it's just a flash.

So brief he'd convinced himself it had been a trick of the light. An aftershock of all the trauma their small town's youth had collectively experienced in the past month.But despite the fear he'd felt, Eddie found himself replaying the moment anyway. A song he didn't want to let out of his head. A scratch in the record he couldn't bring himself to move the needle off of. And it was so easy because it had been so clear. Felt so real.

Chrissy, alive and bright and dewy with sunshine. Chrissy, sat in the passenger seat of Shadowfax (his beloved van), one hand out the window as her fingers played elegantly through the wind. Chrissy, humming along to the tape he'd had in his deck as he drove north. Gold Dust Woman by Fleetwood Mac bled from his speakers (lately, he'd been coming back to the records his mother had played around their shitty apartment in Detroit - the songs he'd longed to introduce Chrissy to for years, knowing, just knowing that her parents listened to shit like Donna Summers and ABBA).

He'd nearly driven right off the road, tires screeching as he went careening onto the shoulder of the 109. Body trembling and breath coming heavy, it had been a moment before he'd actually mustered the bravery to look over again. But all that was next to him was a pane of sunshine filtering in from the open window.

~~~

It took several joints to calm his nerves after that day.

The distraction of playing a show at a shitty downtown Chicago bar helps. He's started picking up side gigs. Filling in across the mid-west where guitarists are needed. Partly for the extra cash and partly for the connections he's able to network in the gig circuit. But if he's honest, it's not actually about any of those things. It's the distraction they provide.

He can't just sit in his bedroom in Hawkins like nothing happened. Focusing on one singular task at a time has never been his strong suit, but now it's impossible. Even trying to plan the new D&D campaign for Hellfire has proven a mountain that refuses to be scaled. Every time he takes out his kit, all he sees is the little Vecna statuette and he falls down a dizzying rabbit hole of confused, frustrated fury.

There are perks to this in a way. Gigs don't just provide an opportunity to showcase his talent with a guitar, they're the best venue to move product. He's never had so much money in his life. Sometimes, he takes the wads of cash out from the plastic bag they sit in, hidden in the toilet tank of the trailer bathroom, just to stare at it.

He won't put it in a bank. His uncle has warned him of that, since the money isn't legal. But the bathroom is as good a savings account as any. What's left over after he pays Wayne rent and buys flowers for Chrissy's grave goes right in this little bag.

Sometimes he feels foolish sitting at her grave, talking to her as he picks the thorns off pink roses. He knows she's not really there. She can't be. And even if she was, the handful of moments they'd shared didn't exactly entitle him to mourn for her. But the grief was there, all the same. It was there because she wasn't.

~~~

The second time is at a show and he knows it's because he's high as a kite.

The little redhead in the crowd can't be her. It just can't be. Those can't be her big, storm blue eyes staring up at him. He knows, because Vecna took her eyes. His favorite thing about her had always been her eyes.

After his set, he follows the girl through the crowd, leaving his precious Freya up on stage for the band he's with tonight to worry about. He's never left Freya on her own in his life but this girl looks exactly like…

"Chrissy!" The air outside in the alley feels cool after the heat of a packed dive bar. But all he can see is her short skirt. Her long slender legs. Her beautiful red hair.

When she turns to face him on the steps that lead down from the alley door, there's a mischievous smile twitching at her mouth. Then suddenly, she's kissing him and it feels as if there's snow falling and Christmas lights switching on and...

He reaches to grip her slender waist, but his fist closes around air. Eyes fluttering open, Eddie staggers back. He had felt her. He had felt her body heat. Heard her breathing. Tasted her strawberry chapstick. What the fuck had been in that bong he'd hit in the green room?

Brows knit together in determination, he heads back inside, wondering if he can't find some more.

~~~

The third time is very much on purpose.

He waits until his uncle has left for the night, then lays out candles across the small coffee table and sits on the floor. Hands trembling, Eddie swallows hard against the tight ball of tension knotted in his throat. The woman he’d bought the ouija board from had warned him not to attempt this alone. But who could he possibly confess his delusions to? Or worse, that he was chasing after them rather than trying to rationalize them.

For a long while, he just watches the candles burn. Glances up to where the scar of a long-since closed portal has been spray painted in a whitish gray that clearly doesn’t match the rest of the ceiling. He can still see her floating there. Can still hear her bones snapping. The whites of her eyes…her beautiful blue eyes… stolen.

Wiping the sweat of his palms across black denim jeans, he shakes his hands out, trying to dispel the anxiety keeping his desperation locked up tight.

“Come on, man.” He mutters to himself. “You can walk into another dimension strapped like fuckin’ Rambo. You can do this.”

Closing his eyes, his fingertips rest on the edges of the planchet.

“Chrissy? If you’re there… fuck, just… please give me a sign?” The words stumble out, unsure and half embarrassed.

A silence thick with his own cloying desperation follows. Dust floats lazily through the beams of moonlight slanting across the living room. Feeling like an idiot, Eddie lets go of the planchet and lets his head fall back onto the couch behind him. Letting out a slow breath, he drags his hands through his hair, tempted to pull some out in frustration.

“God damn it, baby…just talk to me.” No longer guessing at what he’s supposed to say, this more surefooted tone seems to allow the energy in the room to shift. The dust by the window seems to swirl up into curls for a moment and he swears he hears a giggle brush by his ear just as a soft rush of wind blows the candles out, leaving him sat in the dark. His pulse climbs like a balloon full of hot air and his posture straightens just in time to catch the planchet slide over the word ‘hello’.

Brown eyes wide, Eddie fights hard against the instinct to bolt. To run out the door and into his van and drive far away. But the thought makes his stomach turn.

‘Fuck that. I ran away once. I’m not leaving her again.’

“H-Hey…uh, can you… give me a sign that it’s you? That I’m… not just sitting here talking to a… demon or something.”

As if on cue, Chrissy appears on the other side of the coffee table, sat on the floor with her legs folded same as him.

“You called me baby first and then you asked if I was a demon? Feels a little out of order.”

For a moment, he’s stunned into silence from the fact that these are her first words to him after...

“Death becomes her …Nice to see you too.” He muses, sliding a guitar pick off the coffee table and rubbing his thumb across the front. His hands have always been his greatest tell. Always touching or toying with something when his brain is going faster than he can follow. How the fuck is this happening?

Then she’s smiling. And he swears it feels like he’s reliving every Christmas morning at once.

“You’re not scared.” A statement, not a question. She’s surprised, having braced herself for a much longer fight before he didn’t look at her as if she was the monster in a horror film.

“Are you?” Just like Eddie to be looking after her, ready to pick up all her pieces, even when they were buried in the ground.

“What else can happen to me now?”

Swallowing hard, he nods. Waves of guilt wash up on his shore and he struggles to put up a sea wall against them. But it seems losing her physical form has only strengthened whatever connection they had before and she can feel the shift in his energy as if she’s a radio antenna dialed into one station. His. Eyes falling closed, she pleads with him to believe her.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“How did you…how are you…here?”

Big blue eyes brushing around the trailer, she feels such warmth here. Like she could nest into the carpet and sew herself into the fibers of the couch and pool inside the moonlight falling through his windows. A single shrug rolls her slender shoulders.

“I’m not sure…I just…wanted to be here. I wanted to be with you…You’re the only one who comes and talks to me, you know.”

“Not even…?”

“He brings flowers. He doesn’t stay. Mom and dad too. Nothing to say, I guess. Just like everyone else…except you”

“Seems a little too easy…” Easy has been a difficult road for Eddie to trust ever since he can remember. Especially when that road leads to happiness. What’s the catch? He thinks.

“Does it? Feels like we earned this to me.” The look in her eyes silences any further opposition as he remembers how much she’s sacrificed. His usual ‘devils advocate’ attitude melts into an easy nod and he plays the corners of his guitar pick across the coffee table.

“I’m happy you’re here…god, you could be anywhere. With your family, with…with Jason.” She nods, unblinking, completely aware of these facts. Only silence follows and the confidence of her response tugs a smile to life at the corner of his mouth. “But I don’t… I don’t want you to go, hmm?”

And she nods again as he repeats the words that she'd pressed into his pages like little wildflowers in the woods. Smiling that Christmas morning smile all the while.

~~~

The fourth time makes him cry in front of the entire school.

Graduation day. And he never really thought he’d get to walk that stage. But seeing Chrissy stand up in the crowd, waving her pom poms and cheering him on is enough to choke a sob or two in his throat.

Through his tears, he still manages to flip off Principle Higgins. And after the diploma is in his hands, him and Chrissy run like hell out of the auditorium, screaming like banshees.

The fifth time is nothing short of embarrassing.

He’s puking his guts out before a show in Detroit at The Riot Club. It’s a Friday night. The basement venue is packed so full that everyone knows they’d be shut down in a second if the fire department were to show up for an inspection. But as long as the drinks keep flowing, no one really cares. Even if half of them get spilled.

Eddie isn’t even sure how Corroded Coffin got this gig. Or why he thought they were ready for this. For Detroit. Real studio reps show up at these things. God, they’re gunna see right through his bullshit. Another spasm twists his stomach and he wretches up bile, a cold sweat breaking out over his forehead.

Then, without warning, a brush of ice cold caresses the base of his neck. And before he even hears her voice, he knows it’s her from the way this touch is steadying his shaken nerves.

“Better back here than up on stage, hmm?” She runs her hand slowly down his spine, then back up to squeeze at the tension coiled tight in his shoulders.

“Y-yeah…”

“You are ready for this, you know.” Chrissy wonders if reading braille feels the same way decoding him does. A language you can’t see but only feel.

“How…how could you possibly know that?” He barely loses the words as he fights to catch his breath.

“I know you’ve seen me at your shows…”

If he’s honest, he’d assumed he’d hallucinated all that. That he was simply seeing what he wanted to see. But then again, he’s been talking to a ghost. So, it’s a little late to play the ‘rational guy’ card.

“I always wanted you at my shows.” A deep, dark laugh rumbles low in his chest at the irony. “Not like this, but…”

“What’s the worst that could happen? You’ll die and have to come haunt everyone in Hawkins with me for eternity?”

His eyebrows raise as suddenly the shotgun in his uncle’s closet starts to sound a bit more friendly. Catching the look in his eyes, she reads his mind as easily as if it’s her own.

“That’s not an invitation.” She clarifies, slapping his own smirk right back at him.

The walls shake with the chanting of the crowd beyond the bathroom. They’re losing their patience, ready for the music to start.

Wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, Eddie flushes his vomit away and moves to splash cold water on his face at the sink. Chrissy takes a seat on the countertop, her thin legs crossed at the ankles. Hesitantly, he lifts a hand and brushes it along her cheek.

She’s smooth and soft and cool as the cement of a crypt.

“I fucking miss you.” He whispers, feeling lost at sea.

“I’m right here. Always.” She promises him, dusting a cold kiss to his jawline.

That’s the night Corroded Coffin play their best show yet. It’s also the night they’re offered a record deal in LA.

The producers he meets think he’s a little strange. Always talking to himself. Wearing a wedding ring but living alone. Always writing songs about dead girls.

But the songs sell. And fans seem to dig his loner vibe. And the shadows he keeps company with seem to steer him out of trouble.

For the most part, anyway.

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