#heartache arcade

[undeadcourier]

thinking about how the theme of letting go (and the related motif of critically examining long-held beliefs/relationships) appears with the companions.

there's arcade and veronica, who were raised in insular environments and surrounded by enemies their entire lives, who fundamentally disagree with the politics of those groups, and who have to find a way to reconcile the love and loyalty they have for the only families they've ever known with their personal ideologies and goals.

while cassidy and crimson caravans aren't major factions in the vein of the ncr/enclave/brotherhood, cass' quest also revolves around whether she upholds the legacy of her family or follows her own path.

boone is disillusioned with the ncr after the bitter springs massacre but still wears his first recon beret, perhaps as a sign of lingering loyalty, or perhaps as penance. he participated in a horrible war crime because he was following orders, because that mindset was drilled into him since he joined the military. he's not as ideologically opposed to the ncr as arcade and veronica are to the enclave and brotherhood, respectively, but the similarity is worth noting.

what makes these companion quests so memorable is that we're meeting these characters at critical crossroads in their lives, where they have to come to terms with complicated attachments, where they'll define themselves by whether they choose to hang on to a legacy or strike out on their own.

#there's also revenge as a theme but that's another post #and that's to say nothing of how the dlc handle this theme—there are some great posts circulating already #to which i don't have anything substantial to add atm. though at some point i want to dig into that revenge element as well #it's obviously tied up with the inability to let go but there's the old world blues nostalgia vs. elijah & joshua's power hunger #vs. ulysses desire for justice #and there's benny and his ambition and the courier and their myriad motives #it's a good game #arcade gannon #veronica santangelo #rose of sharon cassidy #craig boone #for auld lang syne #i could make you care #heartache by the number #i forgot to remember to forget #fallout: new vegas

[violetsandfluff]

Small Town Girl in a Big Arcade

Masterpost

Word count: 641. It’s short, but it’s just an introduction. It gets better, I promise.

Pairing: no pairing necessary for this, just female!reader.

Genre: fluff ig but slow burn.

Warnings: slow burn, next part coming very soon.

Inspired by:

small town boy in a big arcade, we were always a losing game

Taglist: @chocochipcookie305

You’d never seen so many people before. You’d never seen such big cities, such crowded beaches, or palm trees. You felt like a fish out of water, and you surely looked like a tourist.

After a (hopefully) good night’s sleep in the unfamiliar hotel, you would find your way to the university and take a tour of the campus.

After a (hopefully) good night’s sleep in the unfamiliar hotel, you would find your way to the university and take a tour of the campus.

After a (hopefully) good night’s sleep in the unfamiliar hotel, you would find your way to the university and take a tour of the campus.

—-

The hotel room was dark and bare for its price. It wasn’t worth its money by any means, but it would have to do. It was the cheapest thing available.

You felt broke walking into it, seeing the cigarette burns on the carpet and the peeling wallpaper, but you wouldn’t have to spend any time there. There had to be loads of other things to do in such a large city.

After an uncomfortable night atop the scratchy quilt of the hotel bed, you were more than eager to get up. You applied your makeup to the best of your ability and did your hair just the way you liked it. You had packed a casual t-shirt and mom jeans for the day, but everyone seemed so done up here.

You reconsidered your choice and settled on a dressier outfit which consisted of a ruffled white top and the most expensive jeans you owned.

You found it bizarre that you had to pay so much for pants that were mostly hole versus denim, but nevertheless, you bought them. Style seemed to be worth anything out here.

You were from a rural area in Iowa, where there wasn’t such a huge range of income. There weren’t exactly any millionaires strutting around, but everyone seemed to have obtained the basic necessities. Houses were humble and the community was close knit.

Here, everything seemed like a contest. Arrogant, snobby businesspeople versus the rest of the population. The rich versus the poor.

This setting had you on edge, uncomfortably teetering on the edge of your comfort zone. You knew no one here. You felt sole and alone among the ever moving stream of people that rushed on either side of you.

You were claustrophobic, feeling the need to gasp for air amid the chaos. Was this the bright future your new university had promised?

The campus seemed forever away, though, in reality it was only a short ride. You were physically trembling as you exited the yellow vehicle, staring in awe at your future school.

The campus was gorgeous.

The students there were on spring as well, so the place was practically a ghost town. You were there with several high school seniors who had been accepted there to begin in the fall. Many of them seemed as nervous as you felt, and you felt partially responsible for them, being a year older and all.

You answered some of their questions about your college experience thus far, and eased the mood a bit with some lighthearted remarks.

One blonde-haired boy laughed louder than all the rest.

You were intrigued by him immediately. He looked like every other boy there, only better. Cuter, maybe, but hot as well. It was seldom that you saw someone you knew you were about to fall for, but it was happening, without a doubt.

Most of the people there were staying in the same hotel as you. You hoped more than anything that he was among them.

#Spotify #Luke hemmings #Luke hemmings imagine #Luke hemmings fanfic #Luke hemmings fluff #5sos #5 seconds of summer #flutterfly alley #yellow 💛 heart #arcade #duncan laurence #you ain’t nothing but a heartache

[bradshawssugarbaby]

Welcome Home, Rooster Bradshaw.

summary: It's been a long six months away from home for Bradley, and you're going to give him the welcome you both deserve.

a/n: ignore that this gif is from the offer, ok? It fits the vibe.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: masturbation (m), facesitting, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, bradley's a vocal lover, praise kink.

word count: 3k

taglist: @nouis-bum @floydsmuse @mamachasesmayhem @avengersfan25 @jessicab1991 @atarmychick007 @b-bradshaw @djs8891 @fall-winter-heart97 @primroseluna @silversprings-mp3 @drxgxnslxyer @gardenavenue

Two more days.

Two more days until Bradley could see your face in person again. Two more days until he could be home and in his own space. 

Bradley let out a heavy, tired sigh, reaching his hand under his pillow. He pulled out the picture of you that he’d brought with him on deployment, tracing over your image with his fingers gently. The picture’s edges were becoming curled, worn from being tucked into flight helmets and under pillows, clutched in sweating, sometimes shaking palms, lips pressed to it in a tender kiss on occasion. He admired the photo, he’d taken it on a date you went on before he left. 

His dad’s well-loved Polaroid camera, left to him as a kid, in hand, he’d taken you to Mission Beach for the day, wanting to have the full tourist experience with you before he got shipped to the middle of the Pacific again. He found a store in Coronado that sold film for vintage cameras, building up a small stockpile for himself. He’d given you a full photoshoot that day — pictures snapped at every opportunity. Watching planes fly over head, playing games in the arcade, rides on the wooden rollercoaster, rock climbing, lunch dates, mini golf, and rock climbing. He’d snapped a couple of you in your sundress, smiling sweetly at him for the camera, your hair flowing in the warm Pacific breeze. 

This photo, however, was the one of you laughing on the beach, your baby blue two-piece swimsuit on, the high-waisted bottoms hugging your curves, the coordinating blue top cupping your breasts in a way that pushed them upever so slightly. He could practically hear your laugh whenever he looked at it, and it made his heartache that little bit more each time. 

“Fuck," he muttered to himself, sighing again as he looked around the bunk. 

Jake was on deck for the night, leaving Bradley with the shared space all to himself for at least a couple of hours. He laid back on his bed, tugging his grey sweatpants down off his hips. He spat into his free hand, using it to stroke his cock in a slow, steady pace, your photograph in his other hand, eyes fixed on your figure as he masturbated. 

Fuck, he missed you. 

He shut his eyes, picturing you as he continued to stroke himself, seeing the facial expression you made whenever you rode him, eyes shut with ecstasy, tits bouncing up and down, hips moving, hands pressed to his chest. The mental image alone was almost enough to drive him over the brink. He let out a deep grunt as he finished, your name escaping him in a soft moan. 

Two days couldn’t come soon enough. 

When he finally got home, Bradley was exhausted. The time difference had caused him more jet lag than it usually did, not that he was sleeping well without you to begin with. He never did. He’d landed earlier than anticipated, coming home a day before he was expected. He unlaced his standard issue boots, kicking them off at the door before heading directly to the laundry room. Stripping clean from his uniform, he tossed it into the washing machine, desperate for a shower and fresh, comfortable clothes.

With a dry towel wrapped around his waist, he bounded up the wooden stairs to the main bathroom. He dropped the towel as he turned the shower on, sighing happily as he stepped into the warm water, letting it wash over him for a minute, enjoying one of the first comforts of being home for the first time in six months. 

Stepping out of the tower, he quickly dried himself off and wrapped his towel back around his waist before heading down the hall to the bedroom. Everything was neatly pulled together — freshly laundered sheets on the bed that still smelled like your favourite detergent, his clothes neatly put away for him, fresh flowers sat in a vase on your nightstand, and a new book sat on his, with a note card placed on top. 

B, I saw this the other day at that cute little bookstore on Orange Ave. It made me think of you. I thought you’d like to read it now that you’ll have a little down time. - Love, your girl. Xo

Bradley felt his heart swell as he read your neatly printed note. He picked the book up, scanning the cover with a soft smile before setting it back down. A true crime book about a case in a podcast he’d mentioned in one of his emails home — it was perfect. God, you were perfect.

He tugged a clean white t-shirt over his head before reaching into his dresser for clean boxer briefs and a pair of well-loved denim shorts that were beginning to fray around the cuffs from being worn so frequently. Bradley looked out the bedroom window at the landscape, happy to finally be home. He’d missed all the little things while he was gone — the palm trees, the smell of those little laundry scent beads you swore by, your coordinating body wash, shampoo and conditioner that you insisted on buying for him when you’d learned he’d been coasting through life for 37 years with a 3-in-1 bottle — almost as much as he’d missed you. 

Downstairs in the kitchen, he got to work crafting himself the sandwich to top all sandwiches. He was starving, and after months of bland, unexciting meals on board an aircraft carrier, all he wanted was comfort food. With his turkey club piled high and a glass bottle of Coke from Mexico in hand, he settled into his favourite chair and began to enjoy himself until you came home from work.

When you did come home, you heard the faint sound of voices coming from the back of the house. You dropped your bag at the front door, running through the house so quickly, you’d forgotten to take your shoes off. In the living room sat Bradley, in his favourite, well-loved chair, dozing as sports highlights played in the background, a plate with remnants of a sandwich and a half-finished bottle of Coke sat on the table beside him. 

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his forehead as you stroked his curls, breathing in the smell of his shampoo. He was finally home.

Bradley’s eyes fluttered open, a smile forming on his lips as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, his nose pressed to your neck as you settled into his lap. 

“Missed you,” he murmured against your skin, peppering you with kisses.

“Missed you more, B,” you echoed as you raked your fingers through his hair. 

“God, I missed you so much, honey. This might have been the hardest trip away from you yet.” 

Bradley’s hands rested firmly on your hips as his lips wandered down your neck to your collarbone. He mumbled against your skin, shoving the strap of your tank top down off of your shoulder. His teeth grazed at your exposed, sun kissed skin, causing you to let out a gasp. 

“Bradley!” you squealed, laughing as his deep brown eyes looked at you, taking in the sight of your face again. 

“Mhmm, I missed that laugh of yours,” he hummed, his large hands moving to cup your breasts. “I’ve missed these tits of yours too.”

“I bet you have, were Jake’s not doing it for you?” you teased.

Bradley scoffed as he pulled your tank top off over your head, tossing it off to somewhere in the void across the room. With one hand snaked around your back, he unfastened your bra in one fluid motion, discarding it to the floor. He grinned at you before pressing his mouth back to your collarbone, thumbs tracing circles over your nipples as they pebbled at his touch.

“No, one’s could do it for me like yours do, honey, you know that. Look at you. So pretty for me. My girl’s always looking pretty, ain’t she?” he purred between kisses to your breasts. 

“Bradley,” you laughed, shaking your head, “This is what you want now that you’re finally home?”

“I’ve been wantin’ this since about two hours after I left, six months without you has been torture. I contemplated quitting when I came home. I thought about faking an injury so they’d discharge me. I tried thinking up a thousand ways to come home early — all of them bad.” He nodded, as he looked up at you, hands still cupping your tits. 

“Mhmm, you thought about quitting for me? That’s not the Bradley Bradshaw I know.”

“I swear, honey, this time…this time was harder than usual.”

“Well, I’m all yours now,” you nodded, your hand stroking his cheek. 

Bradley hummed to himself, tilting his head to the side as he thought for a minute. He looked at you, watching as you bit your lower lip. The sight of you alone after so much time apart was enough to make him hard, but now it was becoming unbearable. He needed you. He craved you. 

“Upstairs, now,” he urged, nodding his head as you got off his lap.

You grinned to yourself as you headed up the stairs, walking just slowly enough to your bedroom so Bradley could catch the way your hips swayed with every step, your taut ass bouncing with each movement. It was enough to drive any man insane, but Bradley could barely contain himself. 

Fuck, he missed you.

He pushed you on to the bed, crawling on all fours as he hovered over your body with a wide grin plastered to his face. You placed a hand on his chest, steadying him as your smile faltered for a second. You held your breath for a moment before exhaling, nodding slowly as Bradley sat back on his knees for a minute. 

“Go easy on me, big guy, it’s been a long six months, I’m out of practice,” you teased, grinning at him.

“Shoot, honey, I thought you were gonna tell me you didn’t want me to-never mind, I’ll go easy on ya. I always do, don’t I?”

“Roo, you do the exact opposite of going easy.” You grinned, rolling your eyes at Bradley. 

Bradley repositioned himself over your body, smirking as he took in the sight of you again. His lips began trailing down your abdomen your shorts, sending chills running up and down your spine with every breathy kiss, every drag of his mustache against your skin. With a skillful hand, he popped the button on your shorts open, sitting up as he pulled them off of you. He hooked two fingers into the crotch of your lace trimmed underwear, shoving them out of the way as he ducked his head between your thighs. Feather-light kisses dotted your inner thighs before his mouth found your core. He flattened his tongue against your slit, running it up your folds slowly as he savoured everything he’d missed for the last six months. 

“Just as pretty as I remember it, fuck.”

His fingers spread your folds apart, giving him better access to your clit. The tip of his tongue traced shapes along it, pressing varying degrees of pressure into you, the tip of his nose pressing into your puffy cunt, swollen from how badly you’d been wanting him for the last six months. He mumbled something against your skin, his lips vibrating against your clit as he pressed another kiss to you. He sat himself up fully, smirking at you.

“Get up, pretty girl, I have an idea.”

You let out a whine in protest, sitting up on the bed as Bradley now laid down on his back. Shooting him a look, you raised your palms in protest, shaking your head at him.

“Bradley, you seriously stopped so I would give it to you instead?”

“What? No,” Bradley laughed, shaking his head as he gestured to his face. “Take a seat.”

“You want me to…?”

Bradley lifted his head up off the pillow, giving you a lustful stare, his eyebrows knitting together as he nodded his head. “Did I stutter? Take. A. Seat.”

You rolled your eyes, giving your head a shake as you slipped out of your underwear, dropping them to the floor. Climbing back on to the bed, you hovered yourself above Bradley’s mouth, looking down at him as you chewed on your lip. He shook his head, his mustache tickling at your inner thigh as he kissed up your leg. In one swift motion, he gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you down until his lips were directly under your dripping core, smirking as he murmured against your skin again. 

“That’s my girl. I’ve missed this pussy so fuckin’ much.” He grunts, nodding his head slightly as he buries his tongue into you, nose pressed to your clit. 

“Bradley!” you whimper, your eyes fluttering shut as you reached down, fingers tugging on his dark curls.

Bradley’s tongue worked into you at a breakneck speed, so fast that you wondered how he was able to breathe. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, blunt fingernails digging into your soft skin as he held you in place. His mouth worked on you relentlessly, refusing to let up until he had you a screaming, crying, pretty little mess, just how he (and you) liked it. 

“Bradley, Bradley, Bradley,” you babbled, unable to say anything other than his name as his tongue fucked into you. 

He grunted into your cunt again, mumbling words of praise into your skin. “Tastes so fuckin’ sweet, honey, so fuckin’ sweet.” He growled before delving his tongue into you again.

Your thighs began to shudder and shake, spasming as you felt your orgasm hit you harder than ever before. You shut your eyes, tears stinging as Bradley continued, not breaking his rhythm once as you came, his tongue quickly lapping at your arousal hungrily. He moved his mouth up to your clit, kissing at it with a couple of powerful sucks before pulling his mouth away. He let go of your thighs, a couple of darker marks forming on your skin from where he got carried away, gripping you a little too tightly. You got up, sitting on the bed, panting as you tried to find your mental clarity again. 

Bradley rolled onto his side and surveyed your thigh, pressing gentle kisses to the darkened marks on your skin in apology. Once you found your words again, his big brown eyes looked up at you from where he was laying on the bed. 

“Roo,” you nodded, placing a hand on his cheek, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed ya too, honey. Ain’t done with ya yet though.”

With that, Bradley quickly shimmied out of his denim shorts and boxers, kicking them off clumsily. He crawled across the bed, finding the spot between your thighs. His hands smoothed over your legs, lifting them up and hoisting them up onto his shoulders. You curved your knees around him as he aligned his hardened cock with your entrance, easing into you with a soft groan. 

“That’s my girl, taking me so well. You missed this cock, didn’t you? Missed me fillin’ ya up, huh, pretty girl?” He purred, pausing as he felt your walls stretching around him. 

“Yes, baby,” you nodded, whining as he stretched you. 

God, he was right. You did miss him. You missed him more than you wanted to let on, you missed his presence, his voice, the silly things he’d do that pissed you off, you missed the way he made love to you, passionate and caring, full of praise, making it his life’s mission to make you feel good. He took it as seriously as his work - calculated movements, using the same precision and laser-focus he did in the air.

Your eyelids fluttered shut again as you felt him pull out of you, pushing himself back into you again with a powerful thrust of his hips. Bradley tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth, refusing to move again. “Nuh-uh, baby girl, keep those pretty eyes on me. Want you lookin’ at me when I fuck you, got it?”

You nodded dumbly as he pounded into your entrance again, making your head spin as your walls clenched around him. He began thrusting into you, starting slowly as he found his rhythm again, savouring every movement, every inch of you that he’d missed over the last six months. Bradley gently pressed his palm into your pubic bone as he thrusted harder, faster into you, the sensation heightening with the added pressure he was giving. You could tell by the knot turning in your stomach that it wasn’t going to be long before you were coming for him again, and if Bradley had his way, it wouldn’t be the last time you did tonight. 

“Feelin’ so fuckin’ good, pretty girl. That’s my girl. That’s my pretty girl,” he praised, his confident demeanor melting away, leaving Bradley a pussy drunk, babbling mess, unable to say anything other than your praises, repeating your name over and over as if it was a spoken prayer.

“‘M not gonna last, honey,” Bradley shook his head as he moaned breathlessly.

Fuck.

His breath hitched in his throat as his hips slowed, stilling as he came inside of you. Bradley let out the deepest grunt you’d ever heard — the past six months of missing you drawing out of him along with it. Ducking his head down as he tried to catch his breath, his curls slicked and stuck to his forehead with sweat, he panted heavily, gently letting your legs go as you dropped them back down to the bed. He looked up at you, deep brown eyes fixed on your features as he nodded breathlessly.

“Fuck, I missed you, honey. I missed this, and you, and home.”

“Welcome home, Rooster. Welcome home.”

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[babygirl-riley]

Lies

He was suppose to be dead…so how is Simon fucking Riley standing in front of you?

A/N: Guys these tik toks make my mind RUN! So her is another idea from this tik tok! Lost of heartache and angst so enjoy! 💙

“A broken heart is all that’s left.”

Warnings: ANGST, heartache, trauma, depression, mention of suicide, violance, swearing

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pt. 2

Months. Months you sat crying in the shower. Screaming into your pillow. Hell you fucking slapped Soap because of this. Because Simon Riley died. Died when he promised to come home, you didn’t eat or sleep right. Price would eventually pull you aside to take a holiday. Clear your mind.

You did and all you did was drink and smoked the left over cigarettes of his. To eventually go shop for more and pretend he was smoking them. You drank all his whiskey and your wine. Your parents came over to make sure you weren’t dead, that you decided to pull a Romeo and Juliet bullshit. You wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t have taken your life.

Instead you drank until you didn’t feel the numbness. The sadness. The memories of both you and Simon. Simon plagued your mind, wanting his laugh to burst in the air. His voice. His hands. His kiss. Anything. So why not drink until you don’t remember the next day. You did this until going back into work.

Gaz would make sure you would be alright. Soap tried to make you laugh. Price made sure you wouldn’t run into the field killing yourself. Yet this was so much worse.

Price sat all of the task force down for a debriefing. Yet when the door opened it was him. Simon. Simon fucking Riley. Everyone froze, not because of him being alive, because they knew. They knew he would be alive. Nothing was said for a moment as you stared at him, waiting for him to say or move anything.

“Y/n,” Soap said closing the door behind him. You haven’t turned to him yet looking over the paperwork you had. “Do ya have a minute?”

You rolled your eyes, smirking. “John I am not doing your paperwork. Ghost already mentioned…”

“It’s not that Lass,” Soap mumbled playing with his hands. Soap argued that it would be not a smart idea. However, with the rat in the ranks it would convince that he was dead. “It’s Simon.”

You perked from that, you gave him a confused look. “What about him?” You knew after that, after Soap used Ghost’s name. The one you would say when you laughed, cried, moaned.

“They…they tried to get him out but…” The world flipped, you yelled at Soap and pushed him. Telling him to shut up but you also didn’t know that Simon was listening in. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want you to be the one not to know. Price convinced him due to the rat falling for the trap.

Simon heard you yell until the deafening slap echoed through the halls. You slapped him hard, you gritted through your teeth that he was a liar. You said that if his body is not here then it isn’t true. However, he knew that they convinced you that he was too burned to actually see him. His true form. Not a burnt crisp. They led you to the body, left small hints that it would have been his body.

He thought about you crying above the body. Screamed until you couldn’t. Held the bastards hand. Everything was suppose to not to happen. It shouldn’t have been months. He hoped that it wouldn’t. Price would give him updates on how you were doing. It didn’t sound good. He wished he could leave and get to you, hold you, and apologize for everything but he couldn’t.

Now he stands right here in front of you. Hate. Hate is the word the best describe your eyes. “Did you all know?” You voice said in the room. The quiet room. It was filled with venom. It was quiet.

No one said anything until you stood up and slammed your hand on the table. “Who fucking knew!” You snapped your head to Price.

“It was to pull Samson out.” Price said watching your move.

“Bring Samson out,” You repeated shaking your head, looking over at Simon. “You fucking bastard. You fucking bastard.”

No one expected the next thing, you walked over to him and pushed him hard. Slamming your fist into his chest. “You know how long I fucking grieved! How long my heart has been in pieces! You fucking just let this happen! Let me be in pain!”

Simon let you slam your fists into his chest. He deserved it. “You fucking promised! You promised! And it’s broken! It’s been fucking broken!”

Price told everyone to leave besides Simon, you, and Price. As everyone huddled out Simon grabbed your shoulders. “I had no choice.”

“Everyone has a choice!” You said pushing him one last time before facing away.

Price shook his head. “He didn’t, I wanted to tell ya but we couldn’t. We had to make it believable to bring him out.”

You shook your head. “I don’t care, you know what I’ve done the last couple of months? Did you know that empty feeling? Or the nights where I thought ending it all would have me not suffer?”

“Dove,” Simon mumbled reaching out to you. “It’s fucked up and I am sorry it happened. But I’m here now.”

You wanted to lean into him and let him hold you. There was just so much anger. Resentment. You just couldn’t believe that he would do that to you. You made the choices to drink and make yourself miserable sure but the feeling you had. The darkness that pulled you away from anything and anyone.

His hand burned your arm as he gently grabbed it. You ripped your arm away. “Fuck both of you,” Price face dropped to give more reassurance. “We are suppose to be a team.”

Simon knew that was a jab more for him. You both have been secretly running together until he had to fake his death. It was easy when he first did it, making sure that everyone knew he was dead so he could kill all the men that killed his family. Once Price came up to him and asked he declined it.

“No.” Simon firmly said and reaching for the door of Price’s office.

“Simon this would be the best route for the team,” Price explained standing up. “Why the hesitation?” Price knew. Simon knew that Price knew. He just wanted Simon to state it. Confirm Price’s suspicions. “It’s her isn’t it?”

Simon held the knob of the door tighter. All he did was nod his head. He couldn’t lie to Price even if he wanted to. “A year,” Price nodded, he didn’t know it was that long. “I can’t do it to her.”

Price sighed and walked over to place a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t either but…we have to. It will unfortunately be the best time and convincing.”

It felt like a poison came out of Price’s mouth. He didn’t want to do it to his team, didn’t want to hurt nobody. Why everyone got to know? Do they could take care of you. Simon didn’t want that. It wasn’t fair ok your part. He promised to protect you no matter the cost. “Johnny tells her.” He spoke softly.

Price nodded in agreement. “I already assumed that.”

Couple of weeks later was when he wasn’t suppose to be there. Wasn’t suppose to hear your scream. The wail. The heart break. He had to contain himself not to run in there to hold you. Tell you it was some sick joke. “Simon.” Price warned.

Simon stared at him for a moment. His own heart shattering, before Simon could say anything the rat came running in. Anger boiled through his body as he watched him run in the shadows. Why does he get to comfort you? While he stood and watched the heart break unfold. He had to peel himself out of the building, Price sneaking him out and leave. Never had he cried before but after being dropped off at the solitary home, he cried for hours. Wishing that he could have done something better.

“Y/n.” Simon whispered. His heart shattering. Not looking at you. Not hearing you. Nothing was coming around.

It felt like hours of you not talking. Price didn’t want to say anything neither did Simon. They wanted you to speak. Thoughts ran wild in your mind. How could they? Why would they? You knew why it was beneficial for the mission. But was it for you? Was all the heartache and not working especially worth it? You can’t do this over and over again. The pain was too hard. You closed your eyes and shook your head.

You’re tired. You are mentally. Emotionally. Physically tired. You can’t deal with this again if it happens. Your heart is still broke and broke even more of that could be possible. You could feel the water more and more drowning you, you’ve been trying to come back for air. But now this? It went back to what it was.

“I’m done.” You said ripping your patch off and placing it on the table.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare #simon riley #simon ‘ghost’ riley #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #ghost #simon riley x reader #cod mw22 #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x f!reader #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x female reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #simon ghost x you #simon ghost #Spotify

[averagepsychouser]

Songs that remind me of fallout companions!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Veronica: I Could Make You Care by Frank Sinatra

Cass: Heartaches by the Number but specifically the Guy Mitchell version 😁

Raul: Crazy, Crazy, Crazy by The “5” Royales

Lily: Guess Who I Saw Today by Murray Grand

Boone: I Forgot to Remember to Forget by Elvis Presley

Arcade: Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns

Hope you liked 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

#this is such a stupid post #literally so dumb #has anyone made this joke yet #fallout new vegas #fallout nv #arcade gannon #craig boone #lily bowen #raul tejada #veronica santangelo #cass fnv #fnv

[101maverick]

☁️Masterlist☁️

Here is where you’ll find all of my written works! Keep in mind i’m fairly new to writing fan works so this list is pretty bare in that department. I’ll leave the spaces for the fandoms and characters i write for, so if you have any requests you can send ‘em in without a problem! :)🩷

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Poetry

-Litany

-With Him I cry

-I live

-Evergreen

-Relics

-Those Dark Thoughts

-Nighttime Heartaches

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Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

-Arcade Revelations

Billy Hargrove

~•Nothing yet•~

Johnathan Byers

~•Nothing yet•~

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Dc Comics

Bruce Wayne

~•Nothing yet•~

Dick Grayson

~•Nothing yet•~

Jason Todd

-Hearts Intertwined

Garfield Logan

~•Nothing yet•~

#stranger things #billy hargrove #steve harrington #johnathan byers #dc comics #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #garfield logan #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #bruce wayne x reader #garfield logan x reader

[badboyportrait]

i don't know if this is too niche or personal, but as someone also from a "doomed" city with a perpetually grim future, i really love how RGG has portrayed kamurocho. in tachibana's penthouse, we're introduced to it as a beautiful glittering cityscape. when kiryu hangs out with nishiki, it's a maze of rundown buildings but the best ramen, if you know where to look. it's got a wide network of homeless people who see all. it's got scumbag billionaires and it's overrun with gang violence. yet every substory shows us NPCs with full lives despite kamurocho always threatening to collapse.

and it always is in danger. the tojo clan is ripping it apart for both kiryu and makoto in Y0. it blows up once in YK2 and almost does it a second time at the end. kiryu always comes back because some motherfucker is like "the tojo clan and kamurocho are in danger, we need your help". that's like, what it feels like? shit will happen on the news and it'll always be personal. no matter how far away you move - for kiryu, okinawa, nagoya, etc - it always holds on. it never leaves. this city and its doom will always be wrapped tightly around your heart.

but everyone's seen a tragic city. it's all over our stories. but kamurocho, despite it all, is still so lovingly rendered. kiryu can duck into alleyways and find a burger joint. he can buy ridiculously specific things at don quiote. he can play pocket circuit, he can go to arcades, he can play pool. it's a shithole of a city overrun with gang violence and poverty but it's still so full of life. despite everything you can still race cars and buy gifts for pretty women and invite your friends to karaoke. despite everything, you can still live.

like yeah, the devs probably didn't mean to appeal to this incredibly specific heartache, but i love kamurocho so much anyway. every time i run around it, it feels like home. it's a fucking disaster but it's my, and so many other characters', disaster.

to conclude, have a quote from daigo at the end of YK2.

[Image ID: A shirtless Daigo Dojima from Yakuza Kiwami 2. He's a young man with dark hair and a toned body, and he looks determined. At the bottom of the screencap, the subtitles read "Some might say I have no right saying it, but I love this city." End ID.]

#yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #kiryu kazuma #dojima daigo #kamurocho #man what do i even tag this as #chatter #ykz series #img id

[writing-fanics]

Mamoru x Reader, concept idea

y/n is a childhood friend of Mamoru, who was in the same car accident that killed his parents. she ended up in a coma for the past 9 years. until she suddenly wakes up having had lived a long dream, where mamoru and her grew up together, and went to school and hung out at arcades and cafes and the park going to the occasional festivals

it took her awhile to take it all in when she woke up that everything in her dream didn’t happen. it was a shock but when she saw mamoru he had tears in his eyes as he stood by the hospital door.

a bouquet of roses in his hand, immediately dropping it and running over to her and wrapping his arms around her crying as he held her close to him.

It took her awhile to get used to everything and learn, especially learning how to walk was a process and using her hands. speak too.

yet, even after that year she started to develop feelings for Mamoru

y/n is the reincarnation of her past self who was the childhood friend of Endymion but was also secretly friends with Serenity so at the detriment of her own happiness she stayed on the sidelines watching them fall in love

despite the pain and heartache it brought her she was happy for them and hoped that one day she’d get a chance at their kindve love

but she knew that it was Usagi and Mamoru who were meant for each other cause while in that dream. she kept silent about the flashback of their past lives and their deaths

she wasn’t going to take Mamoru away from Usagi yet. Mamoru is falling for y/n instead of Usagi this time around.

falling for his childhood friend, who he’d had a childhood crush on since he was little.

like just a cute angst fluff fic with cute moments and Mamoru helping her out but also getting told off when she says she can do it to only need his help again

but then does it herself the next time

#Mamoru x reader #mamoru chiba x reader #x reader #fanfic #angst #headcanons #fluff #romance

[helios-two]

see "least favorite" quiz here

#fnv #fallout new vegas #arcade gannon #craig boone #rose of sharon cassidy #ed-e #lily fnv #raul tejada #rex fnv #veronica fnv #original #polls #veronica santangelo

[shybunnie20]

I think I may have already sent this request before but I can’t remember. Sorry if I already did I couldn’t remember. Please take your time and don’t rush yourself I can wait ❤️

Could you please write an Eddie Munson x reader. The reader is Eddie’s girlfriend. Please do angst and fluff.

The reader gets injured (bit) the same way Eleven does in season 3 and same wound except this takes place in season 4 episode 7 where Eddie, Nancy, Steve and Robin are fighting the bats. At the end of the fight one of the tentacles grabs and bites the readers leg and Eddie is the first one to grab onto the reader as she is lifted into the air by her leg the same way Eleven was. Eddie, Steve, Nancy, and Robin are all fighting to get the reader down and finally do but the reader is severely wounded and losing a lot of blood. Eddie carries the reader as they all rush to get to safety as they try to hide in the upside down and just like Eleven they have to cut her leg open to get what’s inside her leg out. Once they do the reader passes out from blood loss and Eddie carries her as they all rush to Eddie’s trailer to get out of the upside down. Once they get the gate open Eddie helps get the reader through the gate as she is still passed out. They are able to get her through the gate and are able to tend to her leg. When the reader wakes up Eddie is sitting right next to her holding her hand and tells reader he thought he lost her. Eddie and the reader comfort each other over the events that just happened and fall asleep cuddling each other.

Silenced Cries Under Cobalt Skies

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

★My Masterlist

Author's Note: Thank you for your patience and for trusting me with your request. This isn't nearly as polished as I'd like it to be but I don't want to keep you waiting. I changed the demobat lore along with other details from Ep 7 to better fit the circumstances. This was my first time writing anything Upside Down related, I hope I did your vision justice!

Established relationship. No use of Y/N. Moderate angst with comfort. Loosely based on events from S3 and S4.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: GORE: descriptions of physical injury (of the reader), heartache, includes swearing.

This isn’t how you planned to spend your Wednesday night. Initially, you were going to pick up an extra shift at the arcade. Instead, you’re perched on the bench of a shabby rowboat with your boyfriend seated beside you.

On the opposite bench, Nancy is sandwiched between Steve and Robin. The three of them are staring fixedly at the compass’s twirling needle. Robin relays the discovery to Dustin and Steve gets to his feet. 

Nancy eyes Steve’s towering frame. “What are you doing?”

The boat bobs with the movement of Steve taking off his shoes, socks, and sweater. “I’m gonna go check it out.” 

You look between him and Nancy with a furrowed brow. “Have you lost your mind? You can’t-” 

“Unless any of you can top being a swim team co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it’s gotta be me.” He reasons to no one in particular.

Eddie is unbothered and shows no interest in out-doing Steve’s courageousness. “No complaints from me. I do not wanna go down there.” He angles his flashlight over the gunwale but the beam fails to penetrate the onyx-hued water.

His comment is met with a single jab of your elbow into his side. Eddie groans and shoots you a scowl, “Ow, what the hell was that for?” He scans the disapproving glare that’s formed across the features of your face.

With preparative breathing exercises, Steve primes his lungs and observes the murkiness that awaits him. The heat radiating from his unclothed chest clashes with the evening air and it sends a shiver to his core.

“There’s no way you’re gonna be able to see anything.” Eddie wraps the flashlight in a plastic shopping bag that he pulled from his jacket pocket. “It won’t be waterproof but-” He secures it with a tight knot and holds the flashlight out to Steve. “It’ll do.”

“Thanks,” Steve exhales. He pauses before filling his lungs with a half-hearted prayer. “Wish me luck.” With that, he leaps with a pointed form and plunges beneath the surface of the lake. 

Droplets land on your arm and it gives you an idea of how frigid the water is. The four of you sit in utter silence. Unlike them, you’re oblivious to how the boat is rocking from the bouncing of your leg. “He’s taking forever. What if something bad happened?”

Eddie doesn’t dare face you because he knows exactly what kind of look his remark is going to earn him. “It’s been thirty seconds, I’m sure King Steve is just fine. You heard him, he’s a certified lifeguard.” He mockingly emphasizes with hand quotes as if to say “big whoop.”

Eddie is the only one who can’t grasp the gravity of what’s happening right now. He’s unable to wrap his head around what you’ve gone through with your friends over the past two years. He has a general idea because you’ve tried to explain everything to him before, but he couldn’t make sense of it. Dustin attempted to translate the circumstances through the lens of D&D but Eddie couldn’t piece it together.

He spends so much of his free time in fictional worlds that he creates. Each realm is accompanied by sketches of fantastical creatures with a myriad of thorough narratives. Despite seeing the forces at hand with his own eyes, he can’t fathom that this is reality.

Seconds tick by with the lapping waves of Lover’s Lake. It’s nearing two minutes since Steve left. Robin nudges your leg as a silent ask for you to sit still, but It’s difficult to stop fidgeting.

Eddie wraps his arms around you and guides you to his shoulder. He buries his nose in your hair and basks in the familiar scent of your shampoo. “You’re alright.”

You may be okay though he’s doubtful that Steve is. Eddie not only saw Chrissy and Patrick levitate, but he heard their limbs snap like twigs with every contortion. At this rate anything is possible.

In addition to the traumatic shit he’s witnessed, Eddie isn’t exactly in tip-top shape. He hasn’t gotten a good night's rest in days, nor has he had a proper meal. He’s beyond miserable, and yet, he’s prioritizing your needs. He can’t do much given the situation at hand, but Eddie is doing his best to help you feel safe.

Eddie’s supportive words duke it out with your perturbed thoughts. His attempt is insufficient but it calms your nerves a little. Much to your dismay, your heart rate spikes with each bated breath that you take.

Robin remains focused on the navigation device, watching it spin endlessly in reaction to the gate below. Nancy is counting the seconds on her wristwatch. They haven’t spoken since Steve took the dive. The chirping of the crickets and frogs off in the distance fails to saturate the quiet.

Because you’ve been asked not to bounce your leg, you opt for picking at the shredded denim of Eddie’s jeans instead. To distract yourself further, you zero in on the rise and fall of his chest beneath the tattered Hellfire Club tee. Your focus is disrupted by a harsh gasp and splashing.

Upon seeing that Steve is alive, your muscles are freed of tension but your stomach is in knots nonetheless. “Did you find it?”

“Yeah, it’s down there.” Steve pants as his lungs struggle to expand. His tight grip on the ridge of the boat causes it to dip. Nancy slicks back the soaked hair that’s plastered to his forehead and they share a look of unease.

Robin is less worried. “Is it a snack-sized gate?” She chirps curiously.

Steve tries to catch his breath. Beads fall from his hair and trickle down his face. “No, no. It’s pretty damn big.”

A beat passes while everyone digests his findings and it conjures varying images in all of your minds. Suddenly, Steve is tugged down. Though not hard enough to rip his hands from the rim of the boat, it’s enough to spook him. Steve peers over his shoulder and just as his eyes meet yours, he’s abruptly yanked under.

A cacophony of his name sounds off. You and Nancy lean over and look down as if you’d be able to see anything. Robin is appropriately panicked now.

Eddie shouts and points to where Steve disappeared. “What the hell was that, man?!”

Nancy doesn’t hesitate to forgo a discussion and jumps in after him. Robin is close behind, less gracefully but just as hastily. 

Eddie is too busy cussing to realize that you’re taking off your jacket. When he notices, his heart drops. “Woah woah woah, what do you think you’re doing? You’re not going down there.”

“Yes I am, he needs me!” You steady yourself near the ledge. With a deep breath, you mentally prepare for the drastic contrast between the sticky summer air and the cold lake. 

Eddie grabs your hand firmly. “Absolutely not! You’re staying here with me. We don’t even know what we’re messing with!” He attempts to draw you closer but you don’t budge.

You turn to face Eddie and your gaze trails from where your hands are joined until your glassy eyes meet his widened ones. “Whatever it is, it has Steve and it’ll kill him.”

Bewildered is the only way to describe the look on Eddie’s face. He doesn’t care about Steve, he cares about you. Eddie is so fucking exhausted and the tide of adrenaline is wearing him thin.

After everything you and your friends have been through, there’s an inseparable bond and you vowed to fend for them by all means necessary. For the number of times that Steve has saved your life, you owe him this much.

The tremble of Eddie’s grasp is unmistakable. You stroke his fingers with your thumb to comfort him. “Stay here and wait here for me. I love you.” You pack your lungs with as much air as they’ll allow and let go of his hand.

When you leap off of the boat, Eddie reaches to grab you but he doesn’t act fast enough. He paces with short strides to work up the courage to go after you. “God dammit, this is such bullshit!” After pulling an exaggerated inhale through his mouth, he jumps into the lake.

After climbing through the sticky crimson fissure at the bottom of the lake, you manage to recover in good time from holding your breath. You take in the new surroundings but you’re unable to ignore how irritated your eyes are from the mossy water.

Smoke-like fog hangs in the air with such humidity that it’s as though you’re still underwater. The air smells like rotten wood and white ash floats to the ground from the fire in the sky that roars behind the dense clouds. Another crack of blazed lightning strikes mere seconds after the last and is followed by booming thunder. The area is rather desolate, bearing little to dampen the thunder’s ferocity.

The distant echo of struggling gets your attention. Despite being nearly 50 feet away, you bolt to Robin and Nancy’s assistance. You snatch up an oar that you spot by the vine-wrapped boat. Robin stomps on the tail of the demobat that’s strangling Steve. Nancy bludgeons it with all of her might and you swat away the two that are flying overhead with the objective of getting a taste of Steve. 

Your shoulders pop with each swing of the oar. It’s as though the curse words that are tumbling from your lips are fueling you to whack the flesh-eating demons. Nancy and Robin are making equally as much noise with their grunting and shouting.

Meanwhile, Eddie floats above the gate. He’s stunned by the appearance of the glowing portal. He wasn’t sure what to expect but this wasn’t what he’d pictured. Though time is ticking and he doesn’t have long to inspect it because the tightness in his chest is rapidly worsening. He paddles forward and crawls through the gate.

One of the demobats swoops close enough that you’re able to snag it and impale it with the broken end of your oar. In doing so, you slam it to the ground and relish the way it’s squealing and flapping its wings.

Eddie heaves dramatically but in his defense, he can’t recall the last time he went swimming so his lungs are far from used to the pressure.

These creatures are damn hard to kill, but Nancy and Robin finally slay the demobat that had Steve in a chokehold. He stumbles to his knees and releases a heart-rending wheeze. You’re all relieved that Steve is unscathed. He’s beyond grateful to have fearless pals because he’d certainly be bat food by now if you hadn’t come to his rescue.

The environment is momentarily quiet so the four of you pause to catch your breath. The strenuous exertion produces a pang in your side. Just as your breathing is nearly restored, a slimy tail snakes around your throat like a noose. Before you can process it, you’re being hoisted up and slammed back down onto the cracked earth. A shriek escapes you before the tail tautens like a boa constrictor, effectively obstructing your airway. Eddie scrambles to his feet. He sprints faster than he’s ever run in his life.

Your friends’ reactions are delayed compared to Eddie’s due to being caught off guard but he has plenty of ground to cover. Of the three bats circling overhead, one of them descends from the sky and lands beside you. It latches onto your leg by sinking its razor-sharp teeth into the meat of your calf. A scream bubbles from your throat but it has nowhere to go.

With her blood-spattered oar, Nancy stabs at the demobat that’s choking you to death. The tail around your neck won’t let up. You claw at it but your fingernails are no match for the leathery skin. Simultaneously, you’re struggling to shake the other bat off by flailing but to no avail.

Steve grabs ahold of the tail belonging to the bat feasting on your leg. Although he’s far too weak to be of much help, Steve is giving it his all. Robin swings her oar to keep the last remaining creature at bay. Every time it flies closer to get a piece of you, Robin cracks it with the paddle as if she’s batting for a home run.

Your lungs are no longer receiving oxygen and deprivation of it causes black spots to bloom in your vision. It’s occurring to you that this is how you’re going to die. With that realization, the strength to flail and claw leaves your body, causing your limbs to go limp.

Eddie arrives just in time. He snags your abandoned weapon off the ground on his way to you. All of the pent-up fear and suffering from the last few days pours out of him in the form of a battle cry while he impales the head of the bat that has your neck. The demobat’s hellish grip releases and your airway is freed of the compression.

Steve and Nancy successfully detach the other bat from your leg, though it takes a bit of your flesh with it. Robin scans the area to make certain that the coast is clear. Luckily, the sky is free of any winged threats for the time being.

Before today, Eddie thought the idea of slaying monsters was thrilling but he feels differently now that he knows what it’s like.

Everyone surrounds you and Eddie falls to his knees. As he lifts your head, he can feel major swelling in the spot where your skull had hit the ground after being thrown down. “Baby, can you hear me?”

You lay stationary as your body acclimates to the renewed supply of oxygen. Your brain kicks into gear and your eyelids open a sliver. The low-lit environment looks smudged and out of focus. The rings around your throat are pronounced as blood fills the area. Now that you’re conscious, your vision is the first of your five senses to fully return. You see Eddie hovering over you. “Am I okay?” You ask breathily.

“Yeah, you’re okay. You’re gonna be just fine.” He reassures while stroking your cheekbone with his dirtied thumb. Eddie is struggling to catch his breath but he’s far more troubled by the state that you’re in.

“I wanna go home,” You whimper with a wobbly lower lip. You blink away the tears that are pooling at your lash line, afraid of losing sight of Eddie.

His heart cracks in half because he’s always been protective of you. Eddie’s biggest fear has come to fruition. For the duration of your relationship, a specific worry loomed over him. He constantly feared that something bad would happen to you for simply being associated with him and that’s exactly what happened. You got dragged into this mess to defend his name.

Screeching and yapping from behind the clouds indicates that another swarm of demobats is growing near. 

Steve urges, “We gotta get out of here. It’s not safe.” He surmises that the bats are being drawn by the scent of the fresh blood trickling from the punctures in your calf.

Eddie lifts you off of the ground bridal style and frowns at your grimace of pain. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He shifts your position in his arms so that your head rests comfortably against his shoulder.

After trudging through the leafless woods for quite some time, the group collectively agrees that this spot should be out of harm’s way. Eddie gently sets you down and props you up against the trunk of a fallen tree. He remains crouched and cradles your face in his palms. Eddie takes note of the swelling that spans your head and neck. Just as he turns to disclose this to the others, he’s startled by an ear-splitting yelp.

You throw your head back and squeeze your eyes shut. Eddie scans your expression in puzzlement. “What is it, what’s wrong?”

Robin’s voice cracks, “Uh, guys?” She points at your leg.

Eddie peers over his shoulder and his eyes follow Robin’s finger. He failed to notice the damage done by the other demobat when all hell broke loose. He thinks he understands why you’re in so much discomfort until there’s movement beneath your skin. You scream in agony and it’s a noise that none of your friends have ever heard you make.

Eddie loses his balance and falls on his ass. “What the fuck?!” He looks to Steve and Nancy for an answer but they’re speechless. Their stares are locked on the bulge inside of your oozing gash.

A roar of thunder weaves through the bare woods that you find yourselves in the heart of. The invasive crawling causes you to writhe.

Nancy kneels on the other side of you. She inspects your wound with her bottom lip between her teeth. “We have to get it out.”

Steve scoffs, “How exactly are we gonna do that, Nance?”

Eddie reveals a pocket knife. He holds it out and Steve takes it. Steve flicks the blade out to see what he’s working with.

Robin is quick to shut down the proposal. “Nu-uh, no way. This isn’t Operation, you can’t dig that thing out of her!”

“We don’t have any other options.” Nancy looks at Robin and then at you. “It can’t stay in there.”

Robin turns her back to the amateur surgery that’s about to unfold. “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

Both of Eddie’s hands caress your feverish cheeks. “Alright, sweetheart. I need you to sit still.”

“No-” you sob and fist at the material of your saturated shirt. “I can’t do it.”

While tracing the curvature of your jaw with the pad of his thumb, Eddie’s eyes look back and forth between yours. “We’ll get it out as quickly as we can. It’ll be over before you know it.” The sweetest sadness is swimming in your eyes and it makes his stomach churn. You’re so beautiful even when you’re shaking like a leaf.

“But I’m scared.” Your admission is laced with a quaking whine and your eyes have turned into puddles.

Eddie takes your hand and he interlocks his fingers with yours. “I know, baby. You gotta be my brave girl. I need you to do that for me.” With his free hand, he takes the skull handkerchief from his back pocket and folds it multiple times. Eddie taps on your chin, “Open, please.”

After hesitantly eyeing the cloth, you comply and open your mouth. “Bite down,” Eddie instructs and situates it between your teeth when you do so. Your mewl of protest is deadened.

“You’ve got this.” He kisses your forehead and strokes your hair with both hands. To block your line of sight, Eddie leans forward and tilts your head so you have nowhere else to look except at him. “Keep your eyes on me.”

The stillness of the creature is making Nancy and Steve nervous. She nudges Steve with her shoulder. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Steve clears his throat and adjusts the small knife in his unsteady grip. He takes two incredibly deep breaths and mutters, “Here goes nothing.” Steve presses the tip of the blade into the raw and inflamed skin.

Your wailing is effectively muffled by the handkerchief and it saves your tongue from being bitten off. You reflexively try to yank your leg away but Nancy holds it securely in place. Blood starts to drip faster as Steve sinks the blade deeper, aiming for the subtle squirming.

The deeper he goes, the more difficult it becomes for you to sit still. Your shoulders fly forward but Eddie guides you to lay back. His hand is starting to tingle from how hard you’re squeezing it. Your brain is so overwhelmed by the misery that you don’t taste the lake water on the hankie.

“I’m so sorry,” Steve says under his breath. He’s fighting the urge to look away from the blood staining his hand.

All of the moaning and bawling drowns out the ravenous screeching coming from afar. Eddie is trying to remain calm but his voice wavers. “He’s almost done. Just a little longer, sweetheart.”

You’re praying to god that this is nearly over, you're not sure how much more you can take. Your pupils disappear behind your eyelids as the hot tears roll down your cheeks and settle coldly in your ears. The portion of the handkerchief that’s hanging out of your mouth catches the transparent stream running from your nose.

The tip of the knife hits an incredibly sore spot and you scream through the tears. Adrenaline is doing nothing to stunt the pain. Your teeth could shatter from how hard you’re biting down on the wad of material. Eddie’s heart is shattering with every sound you make but he’s doing his best to soothe you.

Nancy is having a tough time keeping your leg in place and her grip is borderline bruising. Steve is on the verge of giving up but he spots a black tail and promptly rips it out. The squealing creature is flung aside. As soon as it hits the ground, Robin stomps it to death.

Steve tosses the knife and applies pressure to your calf with two hands. “Shit! Nance, a little help here?”

Your elevated heart rate is causing blood to gush out of your profoundly opened wound. Nancy tears off the bottom of her sweater and ties it tightly around your leg as a makeshift bandage.

Eddie pets your hair with one hand and removes the handkerchief from your mouth with the other. “You did amazing,” Eddie’s voice is broken because he’s close to tears from watching you go through all of this. “You were so strong for me, princess. Thank you.”

An excruciating ache pierces your jaw but it pales in comparison to the rest of your body. Your friends’ voices liquefy and sound as if they’re calling to you from the end of a tunnel. 

Nancy applies firm pressure to your leg while Steve is preoccupied with talking Robin out of her rabies meltdown. 

The air is so muggy that it’s causing you to sweat. Your body is swarmed with shuddering from the wet clothes clinging to your skin as well as from the major blood loss. Suddenly, you feel drowsy. “Is it bad?” You crane your neck to look down at your leg but your vision has gone blurry.

Eddie guides your gaze back to his face. He doesn’t want you to know how bad of shape you’re in. “You’re not bleeding that much-” He glances over his shoulder and holds his breath from seeing the concerning amount of blood you’ve lost.

The cream-colored knit is now scarlet and the blood is transferring to Nancy’s hands. You’re unable to form another sentence due to consciousness slipping through your fingertips. You can sense Eddie’s touch but it feels the way a whisper sounds. Unable to fight the weariness any longer, your eyelids droop and your chin drops to your clavicle.

“Hey- stay with me.” Eddie taps your cheek three times. “Don’t fall asleep! C’mon, talk to me.”

Your lashes flutter once but you can’t keep your eyes open or hold your head up. The reply he receives from you is nothing more than unintelligible mumbling.

“We’re leaving right now,” Eddie announces while scooping you into his arms again. He kisses your forehead and speaks with his lips against your skin. “I’m taking you home, baby.”

Ten minutes have passed since taking off in the direction of the trailer park. You’re wading in and out of consciousness. Ruby rivulets continue to trickle down the curvature of your leg, over your ankle, and soak into your socks.

Eddie’s arms begin to quiver and his back muscles feel strained from carrying you. His loud panting is getting under everyone’s skin. 

Steve catches Eddie repeatedly adjusting you in his arms. “Dude, I can carry her if you’re getting tired.”

“No! I can do it.” There’s no chance that Eddie is going to jeopardize your safety by passing you to Steve. He’s going to tough it out because he can’t risk anything else happening to you.

Eddie’s clothes are drenched. The coarse wet denim vest rubs against the side of your face. His panting increases as he treks onward, though he tries to suppress it so that he can monitor your breathing.

Once you’ve all made it through the gate where Chrissy died, Eddie brings you to his bedroom. When he goes to lay you on his bed, his arms are so spent that they nearly give out.

Nancy and Robin guard the gaping hole in the ceiling by the front door. Eddie and Steve are standing in the hall just outside of the bedroom, but Eddie stays near the doorway so that he can keep an eye on you.

Steve sighs, “We need to get her to the hospital.”

Eddie shakes his head in disapproval. Not only is he being selfish but it’s extremely risky to deny you access to the medical attention that your injury requires. But after everything that’s happened, Eddie isn’t going to leave your side no matter what.

Steve rubs his forehead. “She’s in tough shape, she needs-”

“No! Are you crazy? I can’t go out there.” Eddie glances to check if you’ve woken but you haven’t moved nor made a peep.

“I’m not talking about you. I’ll take her and you can stay-”

“I said no, Steve!“ Eddie runs a hand through his curls. “I won’t let her out of my sight again, I could lose her.”

Eddie is distraught over what may no longer be. You had plans. You were going to turn the back of Eddie’s van into a liveable space and take a road trip you’ve both spent the past year saving up for.

He never mentioned it, but Eddie secretly daydreams of a youngster or two with his hair and your eyes running around the trailer. He’s never been someone who’s particularly fond of kids but the way that you love him makes him feel open to the idea. He’s thought about it enough that he knows what Star Wars or Lord of the Rings names he’d give them.

But if you don’t want children, that’s okay with him. All he wants is to be with you for as long as you’ll allow. The first day he saw you, that was it. You were the one he wanted until the very end and that hasn’t changed.

Steve sympathizes with Eddie’s apprehension. He crosses his arms and nods. “I’ll take a shot at patching her up. I learned a thing or two about first aid when I was a boy scout.”

Eddie is reluctant. He doesn’t want to trust anyone else with taking care of you but he has no clue how to help you himself. Your leg can’t be left as is. Because of this, Eddie agrees.

During the time that Steve spends rummaging through the bathroom and kitchen for supplies, Eddie struggles with your uncooperative limbs while he changes you out of your soggy clothes into dry ones. At the same time, he inspects you for other damage and he’s relieved that there’s nothing other than bruising and swelling.

You’re situated in the middle of his king-sized bed with your head resting on the pillows. Like a princess waiting to be awoken by true love’s kiss, your arms are positioned across your abdomen.

Eddie paces next to the bed, his patience is wearing thin.

“Okay, I think I found everything I need,” Steve says while double-checking the items.

Eddie stops in his tracks and examines everything that’s tucked under Steve’s arm. “Remind me why I’m trusting you to do this?”

Steve scoffs and uncaps the rubbing alcohol to sterilize the sewing needle. “Because to my knowledge, the most suturing you’ve ever done is putting weird patches on that vest. Relax, I know what I’m doing.” Under his breath, Steve adds, “I think.”

“Wow, you were a lifeguard, a boy scout, and captain of the swim team. What, were you a firefighter too? Or a secret agent?” Eddie cocks his head and crosses his arms. “You’re certainly not a one-trick pony.”

Already seated beside you, Steve rolls his eyes and threads the needle. Eddie sits on the other side and begins removing the tightly bound strip of Nancy’s sweater. He then places his hand on your thigh and rubs soothing shapes on your exposed skin. Even though you’re not awake, Eddie wants to comfort you regardless.

It’s impossible to not be nervous but Steve steadies his hand to the best of his ability. He works diligently and finishes by covering the area with an elastic bandage. Steve receives a look of appreciation from Eddie and he gives him a nod that translates to “don’t mention it.”

Steve has since left the room to give Eddie some privacy with you. Eddie gives a sponge bath to wash the sweat, lake water, and remnants of the Upside Down off of your skin. When he decides that you’re adequately clean, he lays down and watches over you. The past few days have been nothing short of a shit show and it feels incredible to finally be with you again. Feeling somewhat at peace for the first time in what seems like forever, Eddie drifts asleep.

It’s not long before you rouse. You’re immediately aware of the soreness racking your body. The rumble in your throat begins as a groan but swiftly turns into sobbing. The sound immediately alerts Eddie and he’s prepared to soothe you. “I know it hurts, I know. Breathe, baby. Deep breaths.” He takes you into his arms and you curl up to his chest.

You try to follow his guidance to breathe slowly but pain shoots through every inch of you with each expanse of your chest. Undoubtedly, your ribs are bruised from being thrown to the ground by the demobat. “I don’t feel good," You whine.

Eddie wipes away your tears although he’s crying too. ”Get some rest, sweetheart. You’re safe now. I’ll never let anything happen to you again, I promise.”

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tags: @nj01 @tlclick73

#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fics #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddiemunson #stranger things #eddie munson angst #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things angst #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things eddie #st4 eddie #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson hurt/comfort #the massacre at hawkins lab #demobats #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington

[ordinaryschmuck]

Quick Thoughts on "Motendo/Lifedeath Part 1" from X-Men '97

This...is a weird one. Because instead of having two full-length episodes, or one episode with two different story lines co-existing with each other, X-Men '97 kind of just...stuck two episodes together and called it a day. Which is a shame because both of these would have been REALLY GOOD if they were left on their own, as the horrid pacing makes each story miss the mark, if just a little.

"Motendo" has what's honestly a great premise for a show like this. It honestly reminds me of Ducktales 2017, in a way, where it does more than reboot the original story, but brings back characters from different shows, comics, and even video games. With "Motendo" we have an episode that brings 90s X-Men fans back by having Jubilee and her boy toy Sunspot going through what I guess you could call an abridged version of X-Men Arcade. It's a cute reference that's gotta make the fans feel all the nostalgia, and the cool twist is that's the point the episode is making. The overall theme is that while nostalgia can make you feel good despite all the craziness in your life, you still need to remember to, well, live your life. It's all about going forward, not constantly moving backwards. Kind of ironic that we're getting this through a REVIVAL, but I still love that it's telling fans, new and old, the dangers of living the past. Makes it feel like it has more to do and say other than being that same old X-Men show you grew up with.

I'd definitely say "Motendo" is the one segment of this episode that's left somewhat better off with this little...mashing. I DO think we could have spent more time with Jubilee being taken in by the game and the nostalgic memories connected to them, all while Roberto acts as the angel on her shoulder, of course. Still, it gives off the message well and ends in a cute way. Can't really complain that much...What I can complain about is "Lifedeath Part 1."

Keep in mind, I do love ALL the bits that happen with Storm in this. She's trying so hard to process what happened to her and all the heartache she feels when things go wrong is empathetic. I feel bad for her during this one highly emotional scene, as I was as hopeful as her that things would turn out only to feel a weight on my heart when it all comes crashing down. The writers did a GREAT job on that. The problem lies on the piss poor pacing between Storm and Forge's relationship, with Forge having this out of nowhere confession that makes Storm's reaction feel hilarious instead of dramatic. It comes with the price of stitching what should have been a slow, easy episode together with one that gives you a sugar high with how fun it is. Everything goes by too quick to appreciate the dramatic moments, which should be OUTSTANDING but are just....good. They're good moments that don't have enough time to let you sit on them because the episode itself doesn't have enough time. At least it ends on a cliffhanger that makes me excited to see what happens next, so...There's that.

If you'd ask me, I'd say that "Motendo/Lifedeath Part 1" is probably the weakest episode so far. None of it's really bad. We still get some fun, cute, and heartbreaking moments that prove why this show is so strong. It's just the fact that they took two wildly different episodes, mashed them together, and called them ONE that causes the whole thing to feel imperfect. I liked it a lot, but we could have used more time.

#x men 97 #jubilee #roberto da costa #sunspot #storm #ororo munroe #forge #quick thoughts #what i thought about

[glade-constellation]

Main FNAF AUs :

• Dirty Paws, Little Talks : Fazbear has always been know to cut corners for a little extra money, but most don’t know how far they’ve actually gone. Y/N is an escapee of one of the darker parts of the Fazbear chain, a part made specifically to sell tiny humanoid creatures thought previously to only exist in books and media. Y/N must now learn to survive the pizzaplex and all the dangers it brings without being caught. [DCA x Y/N / queerplatonic Monty & Y/N, M for graphic violence and mature themes]

• Stars Hide Under the Big Top : A Fazbear technician specifically hired to fix the arcade machines is one day tasked to fix the Balloon World arcade machine hidden in the Daycare Attendant’s room. Turns out, there’s a little more to that particular machine than they’ve been trained for. When trying to open it up, the machine springs to life and sucks them into the screen. They wake up in a forest, seemingly in the middle of nowhere, only to stumble across a big top circus tent full of oddly familiar faces and a few new ones. The Glamrocks and a few new friends have become a part of a circus, run by a ringmaster reminiscent of the Daycare Attendant and Sun & Moon themselves. Apparently, arcade machines can be portals to alternate dimensions??? [DCA x Y/N, M for graphic violence and mature themes]

• We Balance the Scales : Lamia are an extinct race of creatures thought to have been killed along with the dinosaurs, only known to once exist through fossil evidence. At least, that’s what most of the world thinks. Y/N is a herpetologist called to work at a government level facility to help with the study and rehabilitation of two specimens of a “new” species. What they arrive to find, while seemingly a dream, is nothing short of heartache. They get to work with two living lamia, but is it really worth the discovery if they’ve both been through hell? [DCA x Y/N, M for graphic violence and mature themes]

• The Liminal Daycare : Y/N no-clips through reality into a daycare filled with 3 funky animatronics, a shadow rabbit, a walking corpse, and a ghost child. With seemingly no way out (the doors out only open to a black void), Y/N decided to try and make light of the situation and get comfy. [No relationships, Teen for heavier topics]

• It’s Strange, the Things I Remember : The Pizzaplex has three extra animatronic. Barbara, the alpaca acting as a teacher in the daycare, Billy, a goat in charge of daytime security, and Eddie, a bat stationed in the West Arcade with DJ Music Man to appeal to the teens at the pizzaplex. While no one can seem to figure out why, something is different about them compared to the other animatronics, but not enough to question it. When a group consisting of three young adults and several teens shows up out of the blue, it seems these new animatronics have more history behind them than just being Fazbear property. [Stranger Things Crossover, Teen for heavier topics]

Lesser Worked On FNAF AUs :

• Fallen, Divine : Everyone is born with an angel and a demon to guide them through life. Normally people aren’t able to see them, but some cases such as near death experiences can allow for people to see their guides. Y/N, after going through a near fatal accident, suddenly is able to see their celestial themed protectors and comes to learn that humans definitely aren���t as alone as they thought in the universe. [DCA x Y/N, Teen for heavier topics]

• Shepherds of Dreams : All dreams and nightmares need cultivation and care before they can be given to their rightful person. There exists a land, unreachable by most living things, where this care happens. Three brothers, Sun, Moon, and Eclipse, have been shepherds of these dreams since as long as they can remember. Alone. Only the occasional lost soul to keep them company, and even then they are alway taken away. Imagine their surprise when a living human somehow starts to pop up in their land whenever they fall asleep. [DCA x Y/N, Teen for heavier topics]

• I Noclipped Out of Reality and All I Got Was Two Monster Boyfriends : Backrooms AU! Y/N falls into the Backrooms one day and has been trapped ever since. Time doesn’t work down here, but it’s felt like years. Battle hardened and fueled by now deep-seated paranoia, Y/N is a formidable wanderer who acts first and asks questions later. It’s only after an extremely odd encounter with a Smiler that they find themselves wanting answers to questions they can’t seem to answer. Especially as to why the Smiler seemed overly content hanging out around a duel colored glowfolk. (Yes, I know glowfolk are no longer canonical to the Backrooms. They happen to fit Sun the best though, and I enjoyed them, so they’re making an appearance in this AU.) [DCA x Y/N, M for graphic violence and mature themes]

• Unnamed FNAF SB x TFP Crossover : A two part series, starting with a Sun & Moon centric story and then following the Glamrocks. Sun and Moon are mini combiners who used to work in sparkling care before the war. They land on Earth a little before canon TFP takes place, and are soon forced to join a war they had tried so hard to steer clear of. Later on, after the attack on Shockwave’s lab, the Bots find out that not all of the predacons had died. A pack of four predacons had been living just off of their radars, and had even managed to kidnap a small boy. Unknown to them, that’s just their adopted kid. [Relationship Undecided, M for graphic violence and mature themes]

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf au #fnaf alternate universe #five nights at freddy’s security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare au #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf stranger things crossover #daycare attendant x y/n #sun and moon x y/n #fnaf au masterlist

[sir-bird-bones]

Spoilers for s6 ep2

I thought this episode was…ok

Like the concept was great but the execution was definitely shaky. It could have gone deeper with Morty literally being at war with himself to either stay or go with Rick. His grandfather who he loves but can’t trust. I think this episode could have been used to rebuild that broken trust between them. I mean Rick left Morty for two crows, and Morty can’t be sure he won’t abandon him again.

I think they should have lingered on this scene.

Instead of Morty going to full on war with himself (because he is literally killing himself when he does that and Marta has very much put in an effort to avoid that) they should have given Rick and chance to say “I love you”. We could have Marta’s farther have his whole speech before hand too after Marta speaks with the president and has her doubts.

I think it would have been nice to watch him scramble to say something. To tell Morty that he doesn’t want to settle for 92% of him (proven by Rick’s reaction to Marta’s mom dying) that he puts up with all of Mortys stubborn teen bullshit (it’s not always shit but for Rick it probably is) because he actually wants him around.

For him to tell Morty all this and for Morty to stop him and ask him again to say “I love you”. That he knows logically Rick does love him but that he still left him. That Rick loves him and yet he still put him trough so much heartache. That Morty just wants one real “I love you” not “I’m proud of you” not “I want you around” he wants an “I love you”.

Because throughout all of their adventures Rick has proven that he loves Morty but with all the times Rick has proven himself he’s also shown Morty how willing he is to sacrifice him. That he doesn’t mind ripping everything away so long as Morty is alive. (Episodes like Mortys mindblowers or Total Rickall) But at that point is he even Morty anymore?

And for Rick to look at every piece of Morty and hurt. Hurt because his grandson, his best friend can’t trust him. And he’s right not to. For Rick to look at Morty and tell him “I love you, Morty. And I’m sorry”

Idk maybe they could cut away just before he says it. And when they cut back all of Morty is in space and they leave the simulation. And when their about to leave the arcade Rick grabs Morty and tells him again that he loves him and that he just wanted to say it to his face. Queue wholesome hug.

Even if they did the whole war thing, I hated how they left Marta. She seemed like a fundamental part of Morty. I think she was meant to be his conscience or empathy?

Also Summer should have had more lines other than die hard. Like at the end with the cannibal, like she knows those guys taste good she had some. Or like a cool thing where her hair comes undone and falls down all badass n shit. I love badass Summer I want more of her.

#Idk maybe I’m being too optimistic about their relationship? #I just felt like the whole splitting morty in the parts thing had a lot of potential #and the way they ended it felt very sudden and not at all full circle #rick and morty #rick and morty season 6 #rick and morty spoilers #also I want Rick to fucking apologize for his shitty behavior #and not just once either throughout the course of the season #my stuff #my rambles

[skunkstripe]

tagged by @yomiel to spell my url with song titles! wahoo! (sorry it took a week to post lmao.)

here's the full playlist!

Shuggie - foxygen

Keep on knocking - death

Using the internet for french - austin weber

Nothing but a heartache - the flirtations

Kykakacha - otyken

Social man - the growlers

Tell me - rahill

Rack of his - fiona apple

I can't stand the rain - ann peebles

Porno - arcade fire

Elevator operator - sydney barnett

[xchrryblssmx]

Okay I hope at least one song on this list is enjoyable for you 🎶 If you hate everything I totally understand haha 💖

Movie - Tom Misch

Best Part - Daniel Caesar 

Put It On Me - Matt Maeson 

Pool House - The Backseat Lovers 

Song on the Beach - Arcade Fire, Owen Pallett

Slow Dance II - Naked Giants 

One Time - Marian Hill 

My Mercedes - bülow

Tornado Warnings - Sabrina Carpenter 

Midas - Skott

Cherry Blossom / Moors Remix - ALA.NI,Moors

Lunette - Dr. Samuel J. Hoffman, Les Baxter

Broken Bones - KALEO

You Wanted Me to Stay - Dasie 

Vampire At the Swimming Pool - Skylar Grey 

Bleach - Issac Dunbar 

How Deep Is Your Love - PJ Morton 

Heartaches - Al Bowlly

One and Only - Teitur

Sugar - Men I Trust 

Young Love & Old Money - Elizabeth Gerardi 

Lovers Rock - TV Girl 

Let It Go - Keyshia Cole 

King Of Everything - Madison Beer 

Polarized - Claire Rosinkranz

She’s My Collar - Gorillaz, Kali Uchis

Kill Of the Night - Gin Wigmore

sweet angel!! thanks baby, a couple of these i have so i think it’ll work! thanks for taking the time 💗

#literally kissing your forehead

[ghostlyvelvetheart]

I'm almost out of FNAF AR emails content to RB so here's a list of fic recommendations.

Want some stuff set in and around SB featuring some of the FNAF AR cast with some good rep for Vanessa? Or just want some FNAF AR. This list contains it all.

The Adelaide incident by PaigeLTS05

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like...Murder!! by aborfable

I'll Follow You to Hell, Even if We Don't Come Back by End_Transmission

Arcade Conspiracy by PaigeLTS05

Escalation and Revelation by PaigeLTS05

It was just a glitch by Pins_and_Patches

Wake Up. by TooMuchLove

Never over by PaigeLTS05

Breaking Protocol by Crispy_Crook

Of Headaches and Heartaches by Riahlynn101

The wound she leaves by PaigeLTS05

Collateral Damage by suunkiised

The Love I Have For You by orphan_account

Escalation and Revelation by PaigeLTS05

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like...Murder!! by aborfable

The Spy. by Blazescarlet

Five Nights At Freddy's: Security Breach:: Mama Bunny by MarlinGlubber

Cherophobia by EclipsingJelly036, uploaded by Yeagle on their behalf

Afton's in the Sewers by Llorona143

If you're wondering why there's so many of one persons fics? They frequently and consistently churn out content of the FNAF AR guys, it'd be unfair to only pick one of their fics when they're the sole creator of Dan x Anna and Nora x Tristan fics.

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #security breach #fnaf ar #fnaf ar special delivery #fnaf vanessa #vanessa fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fnaf ar emails #fic rec #fic recomendation #fnaf luis #fnaf luis cabrera #fnaf ar luis #ghostly does a thing