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Can you do yandere Miguel x gn reader who has sans ability? I'm talking about that reader that has sans ability. They can teleport, they can summon a gaster blaster and something else! If you don't know sans. U can search them in Google, "sans undertale ability". You can make the reader be okay with Miguel kidnapping them or something. The reader doesn't have to look like sans or anything. Ignore this if u don't take request

I kinda take requests? As of now, I don't have any clear and defined will do's and will not's (plus, I have to figure out what fandoms I can write for since I usually don't engage with the source material directly and instead watch videos and research about it), so I don't want to claim that I take requests and inadvertently upset some people. Any requests I take will have to be judged on a case-by-case basis. Though your request is fine!

Also, sorry if advance if this isn't exactly what you wanted. After writing this whole thing, I realized that the reader's powers weren't a big part of the "headcanon," but I didn't have the heart to delete all of it :')

Yandere Miguel O'Hara x G/N Sans-like!S/O

Content Warning(s): unwilling imprisonment, kidnapping, Miguel pushing his subordinates around, Miguel snapping, Google Translate Spanish, possibly OOC Miguel, cringe writing, cringe dialogue, bastardization of Sans's powers

Handy Background Info

In this situation, I'd imagine you possessing hyper-cosmic awareness (being aware of different timelines and universes beyond your own as well as what goes on in them, though your powers are stronger than Sans's in this regard 'cause I like a nigh omniscient reader), time stopping abilities (because I personally believe that Sans doesn't teleport but rather stops time), and determination construct creation powers (essentially, you can create whatever you please, such as gaster blasters, via your determination)

Everyone in your universe has the ability to construct things based on the determination they have; however, your other two abilities are unique to you due to... very, very interesting reasons ☺

(In fact, the Spider-Man of your universe utilizes his determination to create his webs)

Since it'd be such a shame to only take Sans's powers, you also possess some of his signature traits—his permanent smile, though in your case it's more out of choice rather than something you were born with, and his chill nature

"Headcanon" Territory

You were brought back to HQ after you were accidentally sent to another universe

However, you weren't scared; you didn't even bat an eye

You simply accepted it for what it was, even the pain that came with "glitching"

But this was the first time you've ever been in this situation, which was suspicious

Naturally, you get questioned, and unnaturally, you acquiesce with the demands of (basically) your kidnappers

Miguel... doesn't know how to react to you, really

One could even say that he's annoyed by you to a degree

You're unwaveringly calm in situations you shouldn't be; though, you just claim that you're tired

Based on the Spider-Man of your universe, you have the power to resist, yet you don't

You have knowledge of his universe as well as others beyond your own (which is concerning on its own), but you don't do anything with it

Ultimately, Miguel comes to the conclusion that you must stay at HQ for a while in order to observe you

"Have they just been napping the whole time?" Jess questions as she watches your serene, sleeping form from the other side of the one-way mirror. Contrary to the purposefully nerve-inducing nature of the interrogation room, you were comfortable enough to be fall into a vulnerable state on your own volition. Many had been in that same spot you were currently in, but none have reacted like you.

"It seems so," Lyla answered. "They were even found just napping on a park bench in Earth-445761."

"And there isn't anything unusual about them outside of their apparent apathy?"

"It'd be better to list how they weren't unusual."

"How lovely..."

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From that point onwards, Miguel interrogates (or, more accurately, intimidates) you almost every other day

Expectedly, he doesn't get much out of you, much to his chagrin

"Anomaly, you aren't ever going to be able to return home if you don't answer honestly."

"and i am. frankly, i don't know what you find so spin-teresting about me."

"You little..."

At some point, he changes his approach since intimidating you obviously gets him nowhere

You're given your own (heavily monitored) room on HQ to stay at indefinitely

You're also not allowed to leave said room unless he supervises you

That doesn't really stop you from seemingly teleporting out of your room

You give the man gray hairs anytime you suddenly appear in the canteen or recreational area

At one point, you're in your room playing an indie role-playing game about monsters

The next, you're enjoying a good ol' hamburger and fries with the other Spider-People

And then, you appear back in your room with a purple donut and cider

"Lyla! Hurry up! What if the anomaly escaped to another universe!?"

"Give me a second! And... aha! Found them! Wait a minute..."

"What? What did you find?!"

"They're in the canteen? From the looks of it, they're just eating some fries. Eugh, with too much ketchup at that."

"Te cae?" (Are you serious?)

"See for yourself if you don't believe me. Which you should, because when have I ever lied?"

It doesn't help that he knows you can give your determination physical form, yet you never do so

For the sake of his own sanity, he chalks it up to you lacking determination

It would make sense considering your apathy

Frequently, Miguel drops by, typically around breakfast or lunch, and engages in conversation with you

However, they're mostly focused on your abilities and what life was like at home in order for you to let some info slip

Initially, your conversations are just him asking you questions; this time, in a non-threatening and genuinely interested manner

And you do tell him details of your personal life, though nothing indicates that you're part of an organization that also harnessed the power of interdimensional travel and knowledge

It's noticeable that you steer away from any emotionally heavy topics, but Miguel doesn't pry in understanding

He, himself, has let some info slip as well

As ashamed as he is to admit it, the more he talks with you, the more his fondness for you grows

Poor Miguel

The man has no one to talk to on a personal level, so whether he knows it or not, he cherishes every conversation he has with you

You don't judge him, nor do you promise things that you can't guarantee; you simply listen

It takes a while, but you eventually become his only friend and confidant

Following the recollection of his daughter's final moments, soft, restrained sniffles came from Miguel—sniffles that sounded louder than they actually were due to the absolute silence of your living space. The towering man hunched over the small dining table, obscuring his face from your vision. His body trembled, and the tea on the table shook alongside him. Compared to how he usually looked, he looked smaller this way; the vast sorrow of his memories reduced this man into a helpless spider.

"Perdóname," the man sniffed. "This behavior is unbecoming of me."

"is it?"

"Yes. As the leader, it is my responsibility to not let emotions get the better of me. Emotions lead to a clouded judgement, and clouded judgement leads to sloppy work."

"but you aren't doing any work right now," you pointed out before taking another sip of tea. It was surprisingly sweet despite the lack of any added sugar or sweeteners. If you focused on it enough, you could swear it tasted a bit like chocolate. "you are just having a conversation with me. unless this counts as work for you?"

Miguel's eyes widen in disbelief at your rational response. He had never thought you were capable of being this logical, especially with how you were carefree you were the majority of the time.

"No. No, this doesn't count as work for me."

"that's good. i was going to leave if that was the case."

Neither of you said anything else and instead enjoyed your own tea. Even when Miguel finished his tea, he pretended that there was still some left in his cup in order to avoid saying anything potentially embarrassing. Meanwhile, you continued to drink a tea that never seemed to run out. How did you do that? He supposed it was another mystery of yours.

Eventually, Miguel knew he couldn't up the farce anymore, so he asked, "Did you not mind my... moment of weakness earlier?"

He didn't know if he was hyperfocused out of nervousness, but he observed every small detail of yours as you placed your tea cup back on the table. There wasn't a falter in your stoic expression, and your movements were relaxed and smooth. Your eyes parted from your drink and moved to look at Miguel's brown ones. It was then that he noticed that the beverage in your cup wasn't the red-orange color of the tea but a chocolate drink with a few small marshmallows in it.

(He didn't even see you move to change your drink. Was his memory failing him? Or do you have some power that allows you to do this?)

"not really. it's normal to experience some sadness when thinking about the loss of a loved one."

You brought the cup back up to your lips to blow on the steaming beverage before taking a sip. The rich sweetness of the hot chocolate got a soft, satisfied hum out of you.

"besides, what would come out of me judging you? it is what it is."

There it was, your carefree attitude. Usually, this aspect of you frustrated him, but in this situation, he couldn't help but feel relieved that it made an appearance. With a tranquil slowly growing on his face, Miguel's body relaxed and lost its tension.

"You have a point."

"do you finally tea my point of view?"

"That... was a really bad pun."

"don't be so chai. i know you love my quali-tea puns."

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III

After several interrogations and conversations, even Miguel has to admit that you're just an innocent civilian

Albeit an odd one

You're given more privileges now, such as being able to explore HQ and go outside (though you need an escort for the latter)

Like always, Miguel always seeks you out first

He still eats his lunch and breakfast with you while engaging in conversation; as of late, they're about random topics instead of being focused on your history

But now, he also brings you places to hang out during his free time

(He struggles with discerning what you like, so he totally goes to Lyla and Jess for help, discreetly)

There's also the added bonus of him opening up to you more

Outside of work, you're his emotional support friend

Once he does find out what you like, you can guarantee that he'll always bring you out to your favorite places

He may even bring you to your favorite universes if he has the time

Ensures your living space is your personal heaven, as a friend obviously

You have the best bed, blankets, pillows, etc.

Pleads with you to not disappear and reappear without telling him

Don't you see if gives him a heart attack?

Occasionally tests your character so that he has a better idea of what you're like

For instance, he'll "accidentally" give you the chance to cause chaos just to see how you'd react

He trusts you! Don't misunderstand him

You may just be an innocent civilian, but he has the need to know you extremely well

Blame your anomalously chill and laid-back personality

He would be more protective of you, had he not witnessed first hand that you could clearly take care of yourself

(The lack of remains from a rogue anomaly after they got vaporized by strange skull-shaped blasters is a testament to that)

"Y/N, what did you to the anomaly?"

"i gave them a bad time."

As a result, he lets you fight your own battles if need be

But that doesn't stop him from fretting over you before, during, and after each one

Doesn't need to watch over you 24/7 like he would if you were anyone else, considering you're pretty lazy

(He definitely humble brags about the fact that he knows the most about you compared to your other friends)

You're allowed to have other friends than him

Just know that he's your best friend

Jess is honestly happy for him

You're his first friend!

Be honored(?)

While quickly brushing his hair down in order to not give off the impression that he rushed straight from work, Miguel approached the restaurant you suggested you two could eat at for dinner. As expected, you were waiting at the entrance for him. Your eyes lit up in acknowledgement once you spotted the man's signature blue suit.

"ah, miguel, you made it. thought you'd be late."

"I would never be late for a meet up with a friend. Who do you take me for?"

It was a lighthearted question with no deeper meaning, but the way you stared at him and hummed in reply made it seem as if you knew something he didn't. For just a moment, you looked like someone wise beyond your years; your eyes held a knowledge that he couldn't discern for the life of him.

Miguel had a feeling that this wasn't going to be an ordinary dinner.

"we should head inside. i'm sure you're hungry."

The two of you headed inside the suspiciously empty restaurant and seated yourselves in the center of the dining area. A waiter appeared a few minutes later to provide glasses of water without asking what beverages the two of you preferred, and he left immediately after with a quick, nigh unnoticeable glance in your direction.

The entire restaurant was quiet with no words or actions being exchanged. After your stare earlier, Miguel was too uncomfortable to say anything, and you seemed content with not talking.

But to ease the awkward silence, you opened with a conversation starter, "so, how was work today?"

"Busy," Miguel replied tersely. The atmosphere felt too uneasy to talk in a casual manner. "The anomaly today put up a bit of a fight."

"makes sense." You paused for a minute, like you were considering and weighing your next words. However, based on the small minute changes of the ever-present smile on your face, you weren't considering them for your sake, but rather for his.

"any iteration of venom would be difficult to defeat."

His eyes widened. Last time he checked, you were in your room the entire day, and no one who knew of the mission talked to you yet. There was no way that you could've known that the anomaly was related to Venom. Suddenly, the mood became more serious than it already was.

"Yes."

"..."

"that's it? just 'yes?' no questions whatsoever."

Wary of your next actions, he waited for you to make the next move and didn't say a thing until you did. His obvious plan drew a sigh out of you.

How boring.

"i suppose i'll get to the point if you plan on being so guarded: if i am to stay with you without putting up a fight, then there's gonna have to be some changes. it's the least you could do for attempting to keep me away from my home dimension, as futile as that may be.

"and don't think that i am letting you get away with this behavior because i have a soft spot for you. i don't." The smile on your face faltered. (A rare sight to see, Miguel noted with dread. You always had a smile on your face, even if the meaning and authenticity behind it wasn't always the same.) "frankly, you don't deserve it. at best, you play the bystander while you watch your followers mourn over deaths that you could've prevented, and at worst, you actively sabotage their endeavors to stop these deaths."

Your eyes fixated on his, staring and scrutinizing his very soul. "doesn't that make you a murderer in your own right? a serial killer even, seeing as you have done this time and time again. it's also a bit unfair. you got the opportunity to live the future you never had, yet you refuse that same privilege to others?"

"If you truly know these things despite anyone telling you," Miguel shuddered, a phantom weight pressing down on his chest, "then you would know why I did it."

"i do. and i still find it ridiculous. how can you call yourself a fellow scientist if you don't even understand that correlation does not imply causation?

"regardless, i did not go through the effort of organizing this dinner to explain the causes of universes being destroyed. my single demand is that, for as long as i stay here, you become a neutral party when it comes to other spider-people interfering with these 'canon events;' you won't get in their way of changing them, but you won't help them either.

"if you do this one thing, i won't try to escape and will always return to hq. a win for all sides, really. you don't have to worry about me returning to my dimension; i don't have to go through the effort of escaping; and the spider-people unsatisfied with their canon events have the opportunity to overcome the odds."

Miguel mulled over your request. In comparison to him keeping you at HQ against your will and forcing you to comply with his demands, this one request of yours was a laughably small price. However, it would mean that he would have to contradict his own morals. At the same time though, it would spare him and everyone else the headache of any possible escape attempts.

Within several minutes, he made up his mind, but there was one single thing he had to know before he stated his decision.

"Why do you care whether these people are able to prevent their canon events?"

Your eyes flickered with some unexplainable sorrow before returning to their usual impassive state.

"you might have given up on pursuing a better life, but there are some people who don't. and i know from firsthand experience that there's nothing that these people wouldn't do to gain that future they were deprived of. i just don't want to see such a thing to happen again."

With his question answered and curiosity (somewhat) satisfied, Miguel gave you his answer.

Simultaneously, you were made aware of the different response of other Miguels in the timeline.

»»-———¯\_(ツ)_/¯———-««

Not much changes if he does fall in love with you, to be honest

He kidnaps you from your room and asserts that you are to stay in his room from now on

But you don't care?

Actually, you're just sleeping on his bed (and he can't pry you off of it)

"Cariño?"

"zzzzzz"

"If Mayday can't get them to wake up, I doubt you can, Miguel. Why don't you just let them get some sleep for a bit?"

"If you aren't going to be helpful, I suggest you leave, Peter."

At first, Miguel struggles with the relationship

You're simply too laid-back for him

Yet at the same time, it's always as if he doesn't have a grasp on you

Do you even love him back?

This insecurity pushes him to go off the deep end

He locks you up in his room, which he installed several cameras and recording devices in

He (attempts to) emotionally manipulates you and, had you any dirt in your past, would've blackmailed you

"You're the only one who I can confide in, mi vida. You are the only one who cares about me. I would die without you in my life. Would you really abandon me like this?"

Forces all of his subordinates you return you back to him if they find you away from his room without him nearby

Interrogates you (again) about what you did that day as well as what you think of him

Would use his towering frame to intimidate you, but he knows that intimidating you would only give him a bad time

It all comes to a head when his insecurities about this relationship causes him to snap after months of bottling them up

"Why don't you ever love me?! I would do anything for you; I would even sacrifice the whole world for you, and you don't even care! Do I really mean anything to you? Answer me!"

(How he snaps out his rage is up to your interpretation)

After that incident, Miguel would become extremely clingy (for you only)

He wants you beside him always and will occasionally hug/cuddle with you without notice

Any moment away from you causes him to go into a frenzy and search for you

If you wanted to go somewhere, why didn't you just tell him?!

Day or night; rain or shine, he'll put aside what he's doing to go with you somewhere

"miguel."

"Yes, mi amor?"

"there's a cute pomeranian over there. it's been staring at me for a while now, so i'm going to go pet it."

"Hold on. Let me go with you."

"What? Miguel, we're kinda in the middle of a meeting right now. You can't just leave midway!"

"We can talk about this later."

"Where'd that dog even come from?"

Eventually, after you were pestered by many Spider-People begging you to tell Miguel to tone it down, you had a talk with him

(After some much needed communication, the poor man breaks into tears of relief and cuddles with you for the entire day)

(Miguel uses Cuddle! ... It's super effective! You are now inflicted with SLEEP!)

From that point on, he starts to get used to you and compromises with you

The majority of the cameras in your shared room has been removed, though there's still one at the door

Doesn't intentionally manipulate you anymore

You're allowed to go wherever you want without needing him around, but you have to text him wherever you're going

Still insists you tell him how your day went

Miguel takes the time and effort (or lack thereof) to enjoy your hobbies

Though, he does occasionally have you join him in his own, admittedly few, hobbies as well

He's just prefers doing things you like rather than things he likes since he has so few

With your influence, he starts to become noticeably more chill

He may even develop hobbies and interests of his own outside of you

(Intentionally or not, you actually somewhat succeeded in an "I can fix him" approach!)

"Hey, Miguel! Would you mind babysitting Mayday for a- Hold on, are you knitting?"

"What of it?"

Overall, he becomes more comfortable in your relationship

In fact, your relationship with him starts to resemble a normal one to an extent

At night, you're not allowed to go anywhere, no exceptions

Yes, after you two hugged it out, Miguel demands cuddles every night

He's so comfortable around you that he lets himself be needy for once

Whenever someone is hitting on you, he not so subtly glares at them and asks if you'd like to take a nap in his arms

Following that, he implements "training" sessions wherein he "spars" with anyone who wrongs you

He knows you can handle yourself

He just needs to discipline those who think they can go against you in your stead since you won't

Simply put, his yandere tendencies towards you are significantly dialed down, but as a result, they're more focused towards others

After all, Miguel knows you're too lazy (and he means that in an endearing way, really) to oppose his love

So that means any interference comes from outsiders

It was pure silent in the room. The only thing Miguel could feel was the hard floor against his back and the slight chill of the air. He was suddenly very aware of how still his body was as it had not moved even an inch for a while now. His eyes had nothing else to stare at except the white ceiling of your shared room.

Just a few minutes ago, Miguel asked if he could join you in one of your hobbies. It had been a busy day, and he wanted to destress with you. Of course, you obliged before laying down on the floor and asking you join him.

Initially, he thought this was a preparation step for what you two were going to do, but you had been on the floor for what seemed to be more than 5 minutes.

"Cariño, what are we doing?"

"..."

"Cariño?"

Miguel lifted his upper body to see if you were okay. To his relief, you were. Your eyes were closed, but it was clear that you weren't sleeping since your chest rose and fell at a normal rate. It looked as if you were in an untouchable state of tranquility.

With nothing else to do, he got back into position and continued laying there. Eventually, he got bored of the plain white ceiling and closed his eyes.

After a couple of minutes of more silence, Miguel started to feel his surroundings change. It was like he had drifted off into the cosmos with only you by his side. He could even see the multitude of galaxies and stars pass you by.

He could see why you liked doing this.

(And he hoped that he can do it again with you in the future.)

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #yandere miguel o'hara #atsv x reader #yandere atsv #my first request :D #request #sans #reader could blow miguel to bits but doesn't #they're too lazy #an absolute mood lol

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jonathanbiers · 2 years

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i can't stop thinking about lil teenage tommy hagan and steve harrington doing things that are definitely a bit fruity while they're in the figuring yourself out stages of life. so maybe steve grows up not thinking it's weird at all to want to cuddle or even occasionally kiss boys, or hold their hands, or lean his head on their shoulder while they watch movies. that's just typical friend behavior, he's been doing that with tommy since they were kids and it was never weird.

until it wasn't tommy, it was one of steve's other friends, and they definitely thought it was weird when he instinctively went to snuggle up to them on the couch or whatever. they definitely got very obviously uncomfortable, might have even accused him of being gay or said some vile things to him. so, okay, he gets it in his head that it's not normal, maybe even that it's wrong and bad.

so, he stops being physically affectionate with tommy. he pulls his hand away when tommy reaches for it, shrugs off tommy's arm. pretends not to notice the kinda hurt look he gets in return. when he wakes up after they passed out on the couch during whatever movie it was that week, his head resting comfortably on tommy's chest and the familiar thump of his heartbeat right under his ear, he feels guilty because this isn't supposed to be something guys do but he likes it. but that's wrong, that's what his other friend said, it's bad.

so, he pulls away further. doesn't stop being friends with tommy, but he keeps him at an arms length at best. and tommy gets a girlfriend, and steve is relieved... right? he should be relieved. that's normal, they're guys. they get girlfriends. but tommy's been kind of a dick to him lately, and seeing him with his arm over carol's shoulder, or kissing the top of her head, or her kissing his freckle-covered cheeks, it makes something in his stomach twist. he used to do those things. he wants to do those things still. but those aren't things guys are supposed to do. they're wrong.

they go on double dates sometimes and it's fun. it is! steve doesn't think about the fact that tommy and carol are making out in the movie theater, because he's too busy making out with jennifer, or heather, or christy.

things with tommy are getting weird. he's not being mean to steve, just...vaguely rude all the time. until he starts lashing out, and steve's just confused. doesn't say anything, figures it's probably not his fault, just tommy's own shit. him and carol haven't been doing great.

tommy and carol are on a break, have been off and on for the past year or so. steve doesn't know what fight it was this time. he doesn't really care, past the fact that tommy's upset. they're at steve's house, and they're alone, so they're drinking. to get tommy's mind off of it. steve doesn't know how many beers they've had between them but they're sitting at the edge of the pool, their feet in the water and tommy's leaning on him. he's damn near in steve's lap. would be, if he just moved his leg a little bit. steve doesn't think too hard about why he wants him to. doesn't have time to think about it.

because tommy sets his beer down behind him, tosses it more like, it spills all over the concrete. his hand is on steve's cheek, turns his head, and steve doesn't even try to think. he knows this, it's familiar, it's good. steve's kissed a lot of girls, none of them kiss like tommy. not like they mean it. tommy gets his other hand in steve's hair and steve's arms wrap around his waist, this is normal. tommy is in his lap now, and steve missed that. doesn't get to savor it for long, because tommy pushes him down to his back. tommy's spilled beer soaks through the fabric of his shirt, he doesn't care. this is right.

up until it stops. steve lifts his head off the concrete, tries to chase after tommy's lips, but when something drips onto his cheek, he opens his eyes. tommy is crying, is glancing back and forth between steve's eyes like he's looking for something. he doesn't seem to find it, asks, "why?" steve doesn't know what he means.

when they wake up in the morning, tommy in steve's bed and steve on the floor, he wants to ask. he's got one hell of a hangover but he can't stop replaying that kiss in his mind. he waits to see if tommy says anything. he might not even remember, he was drunker than steve. drunk enough to do things he didn't mean to do, didn't want to do, steve thinks. he wants tommy to have wanted it, though, because something clicked for steve last night.

tommy doesn't mention it. doesn't act like anything happened at all. he's not back to his regular self, but he's back to being the bitchy tommy that steve has known for the past few years, so steve assumes he's right. tommy was blacked out, didn't mean for it to happen. he tries to ignore how his heart aches when tommy steps out the door to go home wearing a change of clothes he'd borrowed from steve.

tommy and carol stay together after that. when they hang out, it's always the three of them, sometimes plus whoever steve is dating that week. steve doesn't get his shirt back, but him and tommy aren't talking nearly as much as they used to, and it's not like he even really wants it back. he kind of hopes tommy will just...wear it one day. like some kind of signal or something. he'll show up to their double date wearing steve's shirt under his jacket and give him one of those looks that says more than words can. says more than steve thinks he's capable of saying in words.

he doesn't. nothing happens at all, until nancy wheeler happens. things are different with nancy. steve wouldn't say they feel right, nothing's ever felt right with any of the girls he's dated, it's still nice. but sometimes out of the corner of his eye he thinks he catches this little look, a little spark of jealousy, but when he meets tommy's eyes directly, it's gone. he must be imagining it.

then jonathan byers happens, and steve says some shit he'd never in a million years actually mean. he's not imagining it then, the way tommy reacts to his words. it's nothing steve's never heard tommy say himself. projecting, he later learns is the term for it.

then it's after jonathan byers happens, and tommy has steve backed up against the door of his car, fists in his shirt, their faces close. it's not like the last time, not like any of the other times they've been this close, but steve can't help it. his eyes fall to tommy's lips, wishes he'd just close the distance. it feels kind of like it's their last chance. he knows tommy won't, and he knows he doesn't have the guts to do it himself. even if he did, carol is right there, they're in public. it's game over for them either way.

#spotify has me in an angsty mood again #im sorry if this is very ''grew up with catholic parents internalized shame and comphet'' of me #every goddamn time i try and make a short little angsty post it turns into a whole ass fic outline #im tired of this grandpa #my spotify algorithm: WELL THATS TOO DAMN BAD #sending a strongly worded letter to bay faction and it looks sad. they're the main culprits #stranger things #stommy #steve x tommy #steve harrington #tommy hagan #why is this longer than any steddie post i've ever written

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