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self-inconsistent · 2 years

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Among moss and ferns something slept. It knew not of the rose rays of sunrise seeping through young leaves. It could not hear the howling of the wind above or the birds singing to greet the coming of spring.

It dreamt of a place darker than a starless night, of flight and of falling.

It dreamt of hands caked in mud, of crawling and of tearing through a canopy of roots.

Finally it stirred and began unravelling. From a bundle of white fabric limbs began slowly emerging. The small creature rose and only then it became apparent that it was a child, probably a boy, with dishevelled brown hair and clothing that was best described as rags.

He grabbed a broken branch he fashioned into a walking stick, blinked at the sun lazily and wandered away.

As the day went on the birdsong grew quiet. To the child’s delight, despite the strong winds chasing heavy clouds in the sky, fog gathered among the trees. It snaked around almost as if alive, curling up wherever the sunlight did not quite reach. The boy watched with amazement as it grew. He thought that it almost looked like it was reaching out towards him.

That could have been a reason for concern, since he was alone, deep in the wilderness, away even from the tracts that were reluctantly used, only by heavily armed caravans and the desperate. But he was thirteen, had a stick in his hand for a weapon and could climb trees really fast. This surely meant he was as well equipped as one can be to face the world.

The fog grew and swelled steadily, until the whole world became a collection of blurry shadows. In the distance something large moved through it.

The boy ran quietly towards where he saw the movement, wanting to make sure it was not just a trick of his eyes. He found nothing there but towering old trees, their branches weaving slowly. The child’s disappointment was short-lasting as at the edge of where he could see something moved again.

Over the next hour it happened multiple times, in the dead quiet of the endless grey ocean something would appear, but always for just a moment, too far to properly see. Sometimes there would come a sound, a call so distant it could have been both of a man or a beast. The child dutifully followed each one, making his way down the gentle slope of the valley.

Just as the boy began to grow bored the fog was filled with a wail so low it was more felt than heard. A distorted cry that made a cold shiver run down the child’s spine. It hung in the air for longer than he was able to hold his breath. At that point it finally occurred to the boy that he may not be safe. Slowly and cautiously he began moving from tree to tree, searching for one he could climb. All of them were an old growth with the nearest branches at many times the child’s height.

The boy sneaked through the endless fog with a growing sense of unease.

Then, he stopped.

Between the trees a new shadow appeared. For a moment the child thought it could have been his, somehow cast many meters away, as it was shaped like a person and more or less his height, but when he waved at it, it remained motionless.

The shadow slowly extended a part of itself that was supposed to be a hand and made a beaconing gesture.

The movement made it sway slightly as if it was not supporting its own weight.

The forest remained deathly silent.

The boy stared at the shadow with eyes wide open and began silently walking forward.

To an outside observer it would have seemed that the child was being enthralled, unnaturally compelled to move and reach out his hand. But that was not the case, the boy moved like one would towards a bird, never seen before, that inexplicably is not flying away, trying to see if it can be touched.

The boy did not know what the shadow was and with every step his excitement grew, because he assumed that what he saw was another person, made blurry by the fog, but moving closer had not made the stranger any clearer. Even when he stopped an arm’s reach away from the apparition it still looked like a shadow cast on the fog by some invisible object. The boy’s mind was on fire with questions of what he was seeing and what he should do, all while he continued to extend his hand towards it. When he realised there is something moving above him he allowed his self-preservation instinct to shine.

In a swift motion the child swung his stick up and brought it down. There was almost no force behind it, it was not meant to be an attack, but a test of a theory.

The stick dropped down meeting no resistance.

The shadow disappeared while the stick passed through it.

“Hello?!?” the child shouted quietly, his voice muffled, even to his own ears. “How did you do that?” the child added, without as much as a hint of fear in his voice.

He spun around looking for where the apparition could have gone and to his surprise saw it swaying gently a few steps away. An indiscernible whisper filled the air.

The shadow extended its hand again and the child began repeating the gesture.

The low painful wail filled the forest again and the boy flinched back to cover his ears.

When he looked up, the shadow was gone.

The child searched for his new friend fruitlessly. He saw no more distant movements and not long after the fog began to dissipate, letting the child out into a late evening in the wilderness. The sun had already began to set, drowning the forest in elongating shadows.

“Do you know what that was?” The child spoke, half addressing his stick, half no one in particular.

The only answer was the chirping of insects.

#Maybe the Real Monsters Were the Friend We Made Along the Way #<- it is the subtitle but I do not have a title so I will tag it with it #SPRING #<- it is how I tag the first arc #my writing #*taps mic*#*looks around the empty audience*#I will aim to update it every week #but I make no promises #the illustration is the main character for now known only as the child #Along the Way

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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months

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Letter 1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader x Lando Norris

Part. 6 to Our Boy Series

Rating: PG

Words: 1.1K

Warnings: Angst, maybe fluff?

Our Boy Series / Previous It's All a Lie / Next Broken Hearts and Duct Tape >

Synopsis: After leaving, you left all your letter behind. The ones you wrote and the ones he wrote. Elijah finally reads Letter 1, maybe it brings comfort? But sometimes comfort can hurt.

Elijah, you must hate me for what I did. Rightfully so, but first, you should know the story. The real story. This is how your father and I met.........

We met in 2016; I was 19 and he was 31. How do I even begin to explain this to you, the significant age gap and much less how we even got together. Well, I can thank Lewis for that one.

Lewis introduced us when there was a massive party at the beginning of the year, kicking off the new F1 season. I went with my father. He was invited and brought me along, wanting me to mingle. Father introduced me to Lewis when I was young. McLaren boys stick together.

Lewis was, is, an older brother to me and someone I've always admired. When he introduced me to Nico, I highly doubt he expected Nico and me to fall in love. I didn't even plan on falling in love with him. Sometimes, I regret it. Other times, I don't because you came from that love.

Stupid and young, I got drunk, and Lewis was panicking. My father would've killed him if he knew the state I was in. Nico offered to take me, but he never once made a move on me. Laid me in his bed and slept on the couch. Nico wasn't always the monster. I made him out to be. If I was older and got pregnant...things would be different.

Nico was so good to me. We didn't get together until Barcelona, god he was so angry, and we became close, almost friends. He regretted it. I know he did. After it happened, he left that night, already back in Monaco, and I was still in Spain. Hurt was the understatement of the century. I was devastated.

I don't know what it was about Nico, but he trapped me in a way I couldn't understand. Nico was the first person I ever truly loved, and it was something Nico knew. He loved me; I know he did. After Spain, I returned to Monaco and ran into him; he said nothing, just kissed me.

To say the least, we weren't safe, literally and metaphorically. Whenever we were together, it was either fighting or completely wrapped into one another. We didn't care what people said, those who knew and those who didn't. Dad wasn't aware of the relationship until I called him crying one night.

Japan, 2016. I still remember sitting in the hotel room holding the test. I was furious, distraught, happy, and scared. I only told Nico in Abu Dhabi. I figured he'd be so happy. Winning the World Championship and now having a baby? He'd be on top of the world. Anyway, I called my Dad 4 weeks after Japan.

He flew out immediately and went straight to Nico. Told him how he knew of the relationship, Nico was happy. He wanted Mika to know and confess how he loved and respected me. Fast forward to Abu Dhabi, and there we were in the middle of his hotel room. When I told him, he cried, hugged me, and said he'd marry me when we got to Monaco.

Waking the next morning, I was sure Nico loved me. Only to roll over and see him gone. Everything was gone. I should've known right then, and there he left me, but I thought maybe he was talking to my Dad or Toto. Instead, I went around the entire city only to be told he went back to Monaco and was retiring and moving back to Germany.

Dad didn't say a word when I told him. He simply nodded and helped me back to Monaco. Getting to our apartment, it was empty. It was all gone, the pictures, trophies, his stuff. Only my belongings remained.

And a letter, a letter I still need to open. It's in this box. You should read it before me. Nico left me, not you. I was so blinded by rage and heartbreak that anytime he reached out, the first part wasn't that my son would know his father. No, it was; I could finally get back at him for all the pain he left me in.

4 months pregnant, I met you, Papa. I knew of him, but he didn't know of me. I hid in the shadows at the races so no one would know of Nico and me. Upfront with me being pregnant, he just smiled. At 19, your Papa didn't care. We became friends. He knew I was heartbroken and wasn't ready for a relationship.

Yet when I was with him, he was different. Touches, words, feelings, everything with him was different. The kind of love I only wish you can find one day, Ducky. Charles loved you the first moment we met. He taught you how to walk; Cha was your first word. Elijah, our rock, kept us together and refused to let me waste away.

When you said Charles and Lando weren't your fathers, my world crumbled underneath my feet. My hatred and pain fueled your pain of not knowing Nico. But, Ducky, he's not your father. Charles and Lando are. They raised you.

Charles is the one who encouraged you to start karting and protected you. Lando is the one who holds you when you're crumbling. You're their first child and greatest love. No love is more vital than that of a parent and their child. Hate, curse, never speak to me again if you have to, but Elijah, never say they aren't your fathers.

Love,

Your Mama

Blinking, Elijah folds the letter. Standing up from his bed, he creaks open the door, seeing the house pitched in black. Elijah could still hear Cece crying and his Dad's soft words. Walking past, he heads to the main bedroom. Pushing open the door, it creaks.

"Lando? Did she finally fall asleep?" Elijah cringes, hearing his Pa's raw and scratchy voice. "Papa? It's me." A light clicks on, Elijah blinking as he takes in the sight of his real father. "Duc-Elijah? Something wrong?" Charles rubs his eyes, so red that Elijah's throat clamps shut. "I'm," Shuffling his feet, he gathers himself, but looking up, it all breaks.

"I'm so sorry, oh god." Elijah sobs. Charles moves quick off the bed. Without hesitation, Charles crushes him into his chest, cradling him like when Elijah was a toddler. "You're my," He gasps for air, arms squeezing so tight Charles couldn't breathe, but he doesn't care. "You're my father. You've always been my father. Oh god, what did I do?" Elijah sobs, shattering in Charles's arms.

"Breath, breathe for me," Charles whispers, but Elijah shakes his head, moving closer into his Papa's arms. Charles doesn't think twice as he moves Elijah to his bed, laying them down. "I don't hate you," Sobs rattle Elijah's chest as he hides away. "I, I," "Don't, don't say anything," Charles whispers, pinching his eyes as he tries to stop his own tears.

Charles just holds Elijah, unable to let him go as he lets his silent tears fall. "You're my boy, always my baby boy," Charles whispers.

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taggedmemes · 4 months

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SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART ONE

i think you're past the point of saving.

together we might survive.

get me out of this damn thing.

we have no time for stragglers.

do you intend to die for a stranger?

i thought that damn thing was going to be my coffin.

you keep dangerous company.

we can watch each other's backs along the way.

enough of this chatter.

who put you in charge?

i'll trust my own judgement.

a miracle, given everything you've been through.

it'll all be for nothing if you don't find help soon.

you're alive. i'm alive. how is this possible?

seems like we're the lucky ones, judging by all the corpses strewn about.

anything's an improvement on where we just came from.

'we'? you want to stay together?

we need each other.

i can't think of better company.

i wanted to thank you again.

you should be furious, shouldn't you?

kill it yourself — you look capable enough.

i was hoping for a kind soul.

let's try to keep that lovely neck of yours in one piece.

no need for this to get messy.

i need her alive.

and to think i was ready to decorate the ground with your innards.

please, allow me to introduce myself.

of course it'll turn me into a monster.

you should travel with me.

our odds are better together.

i was ready to go this alone.

maybe sticking with the herd isn't such a bad idea.

you seem like a useful person to know.

let's hope any future acquaintances don't hold a blade to your throat by way of introduction.

no harm in a little mystery.

conversation shouldn't be made, it should be grown.

maybe i'd like to get to know you better.

i'm usually better at this.

couldn't have phrased it more repellently myself.

you don't happen to be a cleric, by any chance? a doctor, surgeon? uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?

it's not exactly a common affliction.

a parasite shared is a parasite halved.

you're both twice as tall as me but have half the bloody backbone.

no point getting killed.

second worm gets the cheese and all.

nobody's getting any damn cheese.

she obviously sees your kindness as weakness.

don't let her take advantage.

a simply 'thank you' wouldn't go amiss.

your friends abandoned you.

i've got plenty of friends who aren't soft.

let's just hope she reserves those impulses for any common foes.

what a curious way to awaken.

what is the worth of a single mortal's life?

something the matter?

you must have thoughts about our little stowaways.

thinking about it won't help.

i suppose we'd go our separate ways — not a slight on your company, of course.

no reason for us to not stay together if we get on well.

if we do survive, we'll have separate lives to return to.

let's just say it's a very person, very private acquaintance.

you're not the kind of company i'd keep willingly.

perhaps i'll return the favor at some point.

she's delightful, in a very 'look at me twice and i'll dismember you' kind of way.

i understand much beyond your comprehension.

you'd do well to observe more and question less.

and they didn't cut you from navel to neck?

i am still getting used to people like you.

that large, fleshy nose of yours looks like a mistake.

best to keep quiet, lest any drivel leak from your lips.

i do not intend to stay long in this place.

may your actions express the same mettle.

anomalies lead to surprises.

what hasn't happened may yet come to pass.

not a collaboration i'd have anticipated.

can't you tell me something real about you?

i have a great respect for privacy, especially my own.

i have a very disciplined mind.

those tricks won't work on me.

please don't try that again unless i invite you to.

we meet again, as predicted.

care to explain why you're helping me?

what kind of services can a skeleton offer?

a monster forms inside us, and you care to be idle?

i knew your kind to be fragile.

don't you know an exhausted warrior is an ineffective one?

it's a thickheaded notion in a complex circumstance.

what were you two talking about?

if that was any of your business, we'd have called you over.

your business is mine.

we're entwined.

if we're to survive, we need to trust each other.

you seem reliable.

we're overdue some good fortune.

#sentence meme #rp meme #sentence starters #bg3 meme #roleplay meme #inbox meme

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masterofmunson · 2 years

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promises, promises (1)

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, accuses you of cheating on him due to your strange behavior. If only you could tell him you were hunting interdimensional monsters instead.

Word Count: 3.1k+

Warnings: language, drugs and alcohol mentioned, it’s a sad one

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“Are you cheating on me?”

Eddie’s tone is hard and accusing as you walk into your bedroom. You scream in shock and clutch at your chest as you turn the lights on. Your eyes meet his and your heart races at his unannounced arrival.

“Jesus Christ, Eddie,” you sighed, tossing your backpack on the foot of your bed. “You scared me. How long have you been sitting there?”

“Are you cheating on me?” he repeated, getting up from his spot on your bed. He moves so he’s standing just a few feet away from you. Eddie seems much taller and more intimidating now. His face is cold and his voice struggles to remain steady. How long has he been thinking that you’ve been cheating on him? It devastates you just thinking about it.

You frown at him and shake your head. Where was this coming from? Just yesterday you went on an amazing date to a concert he’s been dying to take you for the last six months and now he was accusing you of cheating on him. “What? Of course not! Why in the world would you ask me that?”

He glares at you and crosses his arms over his chest. “I dunno, maybe it’s the fact that despite being your boyfriend, you’re still keeping things from me. You won’t let me spend the night. You won’t let me touch you! I had to drag you to the concert last night that I’ve been dying to take you since the moment we started dating and you’ve blown me off several times over the last few weeks.”

The growing volume of his voice startles you. You should’ve expected that Eddie would start asking questions. You have been distant, but it’s not because he thought you were cheating on him. You were so wrapped up in dealing with the probability that the gate to the Upside Down was back open that you pushed Eddie to the side.

It started because of the nightmares. Although you hadn’t been a victim of the Mindflayer like Billy and Heather had, you would have vivid flashbacks from the night at Starcourt. Memories of pushing Steve out of the way from the monster always repeated. The feeling of its claws wrapping around your arm and tearing through your flesh stung. You made it out alive because of Billy’s sacrifice and El’s powers. The teeth incision scars running along the length of your arm reminded you every day.

You pushed through it. You were fine, all things considered. You went to therapy because your parents asked you to and you shared what you could and it made you better. Until a month ago, you hadn’t had nightmares about the night. You had reminders of the night etched on your skin just like several of the kids and your friends did, but you made it out alive together.

One nightmare was worse than all the rest, which is why you brought it up to Steve, Robin, and Dustin in the first place. It was terrifying how real it felt.

The crisp spring air nipped at your skin as you followed Eddie through the forest brush to get to Lover’s Lake. With your hand wrapped gently in his, he tugged you with him. His backpack is draped over his shoulder and you hold the blanket under your arm. Eddie steps over a fallen tree and turns to help you step over it. His hand slips around your waist and kissed the side of your head as you walk to the frozen shoreline. Eddie helps you lay the blanket down on the hard sand.

“I still think this is a dumb idea,” you said, adjusting the knit hat on your head so that it covers your ears. Eddie pulls you into his chest on the blanket as you stare out into the lake. The heat from his chest warms you through your coat and his lips rest against the shell of your ear.

“I’m trying to be romantic,” he mumbled with a smile.

“By making me freeze to death? What if I get sick?”

The smirk you feel against the side of your face makes your stomach twist in anticipation for his answer. Eddie sits up and gently twists you around to face him before laying you down on the blanket. “Then I’ll just have to take care of you… and I can think of a few things to keep you warm.”

Your laugh mingles with the sounds of the leaves whistling on the forest floor. Eddie playfully nips at the nape of your neck and you feel his smile grow against your skin. Your gloved fingers card through his hair and rest at the base of his neck. Your breaths are labored and you see each exhale hover over you.

Eddie leans back on his knees and stares down at you. His own gloved hands travel up your body before resting it against your neck. You preen at him and Eddie’s smile brightens in the moonlight.

“Why do you keep lying to me?”

Your brows pinch together at his question. You frown at him and attempt to sit up but his hips pin you to the floor. “What are you talking about, Eddie? I’m not lying to you.” Eddie’s face shifts and his eyes noticeably darken. The grip on your neck tightens and your hand flies on top of his. Your fingers squeeze his. “You’re hurting me, Eds.”

You struggle to breathe. The air in your lungs is cut off and it makes your head spin. Blood thumps loudly in your ears and you ache for a drink of water.

“You’ve been keeping things from him.”

His voice is deep and menacing. Your eyes search his as he spoke. He snarls at you and it’s getting harder to breathe. This isn’t Eddie. You squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that he’ll go away. His deep, evil laughter filled your ears. A finger strokes against the top of your cheek. You freeze under his touch.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”

Your eyes open and stare into soulless blue eyes. His face, although once human, is mutilated with dark, thick tentacle like shapes covering his skin. There are holes where his ears and nose should be. His claws dig into your arms and it makes you cry out. Your scarred flesh burns underneath his touch and tears coat your cheeks.

You shake underneath him and shove as hard as you can. You scramble to your feet and run straight through the woods. Your legs ache and your chest burns as you breathe the cold air. Your heart races as you jump and run over fallen branches and brush.

His voice echoes in your ears. “You can’t hide from me.”

You spin in circles and grab at your hair. You let out a gut-wrenching scream that leaves your voice raw. You scream for Eddie, for Steve, for Robin in a weak attempt to get help. How had you ended up in the Upside Down? One second you were with Eddie and then he was gone. Now you’re being chased by him with no way out. You were sick with fear. You had no idea how to get out.

You woke up in a cold sweat. Why did you feel so threatened and targeted by something you’ve never seen before? There was no reason to be scared. The gate was closed and El was safe in a small town all the way in California. There was no reason to freak out over a nightmare. You had them all the time as a kid, and this was no different.

At least that what was you tried convincing yourself until you woke up the next morning with a large gash in your arm and dried blood staining your sheets. You called Steve and Robin in a panic that morning and they drove over to console you. You’d been trying to figure out what it could mean ever since. Although you have yet to have a nightmare like that again, it had stalled your monster haunting efforts and began to impact your relationship with Eddie.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. You didn’t want to have this conversation, not yet at least. You were under strict instructions from Dustin not to tell another person about the possibility of the gate opening again. The rest of the party was kept in the dark which you suppose made it easier since Mike was dealing with his long-distance relationship with El, Lucas was on the basketball team, Will was in California, and Max was keeping her distance. If they couldn’t know what was going on, neither could any outsiders, boyfriends included.

“Eddie, I can’t talk about it, but I promise that I’m not cheating on you. I would never do that to you,” you said softly, reaching for his hand.

The frown on his face deeps and he dodges your touch. Your chest squeezes at his blatant rejection. “What is it then? Are you embarrassed to be seen with me? Is that why you never want me around anymore? Am I just your dirty little secret?” he sneered with dark eyes.

Tears loom at the corners of your eyes. You shake your head violently and swallow the lump in your throat. “No. No. Of course not, Eddie,” you answered pathetically. “I’m not. I promise you—”

“Stop saying that!” he yelled angrily, making you jump. “You promise you’re not cheating on me. You promise you’re not embarrassed to be seen with me, but that doesn’t tell me why you’re keeping secrets from me. It doesn’t explain how weird you’ve been acting lately. It doesn’t explain how you spend all your time with Steve, Robin, and Dustin. I shouldn’t have to beg to see my girlfriend. When I asked Dustin what you were up to, he wouldn’t answer me either. I don’t want to be an overbearing boyfriend, but I want to spend time with you. I miss you.”

The tears at the corners of your eyes escape and silently coat your cheeks. This conversation wasn’t going well and you weren’t getting through to him. You wipe your face with the back of your hands and let out a broken sigh. You hate how you’re making him feel. You didn’t mean to push him away. You were so caught up in monster hunting that you pushed Eddie away.

The silence is heavy between the two of you. The emotional distance you caused swallows you whole. You never meant for this to happen. You just wanted to keep Eddie safe and now your relationship is hanging by a thread. You don’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry,” is what you settle on.

Eddie’s face noticeably crumbles at your response. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear. You didn’t give him what he wanted. He expected an answer. He expected the truth and you hadn’t given it to him. You never wanted to be the cause of his pain, and here you were, refusing to answer any of the questions he asked you. It made you want to puke.

Tears gather in the corners of his warm brown eyes as he stares at you. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief and reaches for his bag on your bedroom floor. You’re at a stand still and neither one of you are getting what you want.

You want to reach out and beg him to stay, but it wasn’t fair. He had done the same thing and you kept blowing him off. As much as you hate that it’s come to this, you know you deserve it. Eddie deserves better. He deserves someone who won’t keep things from him. He deserves someone that doesn’t lie. He deserves better than you.

Eddie doesn’t say anything as he walks around you to the door. He’s said what he’s needed to say. Now it’s up to you. Now he’s giving you the space freely. It’s up to you to decide whether or not you want your relationship to continue. He said his peace and now you had to grapple with the consequences of neglecting your relationship. It was all your fault.

The tears fall in rapid succession when you hear the front door open and slam shut. Slamming your own door, you collapse on the floor and cry between your knees. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Your life helping El and the party with the Upside Down wasn’t supposed to impact or intermingle your personal life, and now it had.

You don’t know what this means for your relationship now. Were you broken up? You didn’t stop him from leaving, should you have? Your relationship with Eddie wasn’t supposed to be hard. Loving him came easy. Loving him was natural. Loving him was second nature. Was that gone now that you refused to tell him the truth?

You certainly hope not.

….

“What the hell is the matter with you?” Dustin asked as you, Robin, and Steve sat down across from him at the only diner in town. Steve pursed his lips at the teen and flicked his hat off. Dustin shoves him and glares at you.

A week had gone by since your altercation with Eddie and you haven’t seen or spoken to him since. You were too busy wallowing in your own self-pity to resume the monster hunting efforts with the group. Instead, you drank and smoked yourself stupid. It was easy that way. You momentarily forgot what you did and the pain you caused in the haze of your highs and drunkenness. If you couldn’t remember for a brief moment, you couldn’t remember the pained look on Eddie’s face when he left that night.

You cried pathetically to Robin and Steve the morning after. Although it was your fault in the first place that you were (presumably) single, your friends still attempted to console you. They distracted you with new movie rentals and boardgames you haven’t touched in years. You appreciated the effort but the ache in your chest wouldn’t subside.

You neglected to share the news with Dustin. He practically worships the ground Eddie walks on. You didn’t want your stupid decisions to get in the way of their friendship. It wasn’t Dustin’s fault that you weren’t being honest with Eddie, even if he knows the reason why. It was your consequence to bear.

It was one of the reasons why you were avoiding Dustin in the first place. You didn’t want to have the conversation with him. If you did, you would just start crying again. You couldn’t stand to see another person you care about be upset with you, especially over something you have complete control over. Dustin’s told you at length how much Eddie adores you. He always brings you up during school or Hellfire Club meetings. Thinking about it hurt.

“A lot of things, Henderson,” you grumbled back. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”

“What the hell happened between you and Eddie? When I asked about you today, he looked like a kicked puppy. What did you do?”

You sigh loudly and shrink into your seat in a weak attempt to hide from the overbearing teen. The last thing you wanted was to be yelled at by a 15-year-old. “Nothing, which was the problem. Eddie thought I was cheating on him because of how distant I’ve been lately. I couldn’t tell him that I’m too busy hunting monsters with my friends to spend time with him, now, could I?” you snapped at him. You’re not in the mood to be lectured to. You’ve been in a consistently sour mood since your fight with Eddie and Dustin is only making it worse.

“Oh.”

An awkward silence settles over the table and you cross your arms over your chest as you stare out the window and watch cars drive by. Your bottom lip starts to quiver as you struggle to hold back tears. “It’s better this way, right?” you sniffed, locking eyes with Steve across the table. “Eddie’s safe. He doesn’t have to know. He doesn’t have to get involved.”

Robin reaches for your hand and squeezes it affectionately. She doesn’t offer up an answer. None of them do. You just have to bite the bullet and end the relationship. Eddie would see it coming. He’s probably accepted it already. You’d gone a week without talking and it was all your fault. He was willing to put the effort in and try to fix things, which was why he confront you about it in the first place.

Eddie’s letting you make the choice. He’s letting you decide if your relationship is worth saving. It’s up to you. You have to let him go.

“I mean… it’s your choice,” Dustin said after a long pause. “Steve made the choice to involve you. You made the choice to involve Robin. Lucas made the choice to involve Max. I don’t think any of us would oppose having a new member to the team. You and I both know that he’ll be there for you no matter what, even if he thinks you’re crazy at the end. It’s for you to decide.”

You blink away your tears and stare at him in awe. You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You can’t believe what Dustin’s suggesting. You swallow hard. “Are you sure? You told us not to tell anyone what we’ve been up to. Your friends don’t even know. Why are you okay with letting me tell Eddie?”

Dustin shrugs and nods in affirmation. “Yeah. The Upside Down has taken enough from us as it is. I don’t think you should sacrifice your relationship with Eddie because of it. If you do, the Upside Down wins. I’m surprised you listened to me in the first place, to be honest.”

You grin at his reply. God, he’s such a twerp. You would never tell Dustin, but he’s right. You couldn’t let the Upside Down win again. You didn’t want to keep secrets from Eddie anymore. You didn’t want to lie to him. You wanted him to know why you’ve been acting so strange. Eddie deserves the truth.

You would go to him tomorrow and tell him everything. Everything would be fine. You would get your relationship back on its feet and you would tell him that you love him for the first time when it was all said and done. Things would work out.

Eddie would hear what you have to say and listen. Your honesty and vulnerability would save your relationship from ending. You would kiss him and everything would go back to the way things were.

You wouldn’t realize until the morning just how wrong you actually were.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie imagine #eddie imagines #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #my writing

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lawlightautismtruther · 5 months

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SUPER LONG LAWLIGHT DYNAMIC ANALYSIS RANT (THIS MOSTLY ONLY APPLIES TO THE ANIME)

It’s really not that serious, but there’s more to my thesis of L being a sub/bottom than just blorbo yaoi fuel. I‘ll call back to my post about L’s true emotional vulnerability that most viewers seem to miss, because on a surface level (especially when coming from the manga and when trusting the words of Obha at face value) you may see L as detached and cold. You’re supposed to think that L is unfeeling at FIRST but post-confinement/pre-yotsuba, the truth starts to seep out. L could have had Light convicted after seeing that no more criminals were dying since locking him up, but he didn’t. Even Aizawa admitted that it was enough evidence. You know it’s real when Aizawa agrees with Matsuda, lmfao.

Anyway, after this point, L and Light actually really start to bond. (I pretty much see lawlight as subtextual canon) L, not really needing to do this because of his access to surveillance, handcuffs himself to Light Yagami. He doesn’t want to be apart from him. I actually find it to be a comedically obvious act of desperation.

My point is, Light is winning the game, and L is letting him do it out of what I believe is love. L has found the one person in his life (besides maybe Naomi) that he really feels any sort of connection to, and therefore he would hate to watch that person die. L is inarguably a vulnerable character imo. If you rewatch the the series, outside of his internal monologues, he’s actually extremely soft-spoken and coy.

“Oh, uh, well it was nice meeting you”

“Light, please make Misa stop talking now.”

You get the point. He’s nervous. He’s super frail and holds himself very compactly, he walks with his eyes on the ground usually. He shakes when Aizawa lays a hand on him. He is terrified of shinigami. I think his coldness is an act to protect himself. I really do, because he knows how much things actually do affect him. In order to continue with cases, he has to pretend like none of it really matters to him. And he almost believes it at this point, too— hence his monster speech.

But then there’s Light Yagami. A worthy individual to truly understand L. He comes along, actually treats L like a human being (be it an act, I believe it still feels good to L, who has been treated like a robot his entire life), of course L is bound to at the very least see him as a friend.

I don’t believe L’s external behavior towards Light is an act. He didn’t have to be kind, he didn’t have to pretend it was a friendship. He had zero professional reason to do so. In fact, it very much made the case a harder one to solve. If we take L’s character at face value, he would have scrapped all of the fluffy shit (like asking Light to go get cake with him, telling Light he was his only friend knowing damn well Light wouldn’t budge regardless, etc.) Adding a friendship into the mix only complicates the process of trying to read Light.

As much as L the detective hates to lose, L the person is desperate. If he really hated to lose, why did he let himself? He’s submitting to Light’s will and THAT is what kills him. On the day he dies, he knows it will happen, but still, he treats Light with kindness. Sure, he asks him if he’s ever told the truth once in his life, but after that, he pretty much gives up prying. That’s it. He’s put his gun down. Since he’s going to die anyway, he might as well just enjoy being around Light. I know for a fact that he is smart enough to have come up with some sort of plan to convict Light post-Higuchi. There’s a book about that. But canonically, he didn’t do it. Notice also how L goes to Watari before he dies for comfort. L is really such a sad character.

The crux of his character is his submissiveness, hence why I’m such a proponent of that ship dynamic. Its not just a wet-dream, it’s something I sensed in their dynamic to begin with. It’s why I became an L simp, not the other way around.

Anyway, the anime is a genius adaptation and expansion on the original story imo. (At least up until L’s death— unfortunately it didn’t do the other Wammy’s boys any justice)

TLDR;

manga L- cold and domineering, hates to lose and mostly loses at first because Light outsmarts him

anime L- the very opposite and I LOVE IT

Look at me putting my 5 on the AP English literature exam to use! Also, I know I’m a huge L fan, but I am a Light kinnie and I love him as a protagonist in every possible anti-hero type way and would love to analyze him so let me know if yall want that.

Okay, class, any questions?

#lawlight #death note #l lawilet #light yagami #l lawliet #shinigami #l x light #light x l

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momolady · 2 years

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Avi the Tiefling

Do you like modern monsters? Do you enjoy reading the childhood friends to lovers trope? Do you like good banter? Maybe do you often enjoy a red skinned tiefling? Well lucky you, this is the perfect story to enjoy during these hard times.

Female Reader x Male Monster ====================================

During high school you had to transfer due to your mother’s job. It was hard; you went from having a really close friend circle to having no one at all. You were a wallflower, a silent onlooker to everything happening in that new and strange land. You tried to make friends but it was awkward. You were pretty smart and a rumor got started that you’d do people’s homework for them. You got absorbed into a rather strange clique, made of some of the popular kids at school who were on the mean side. You were lonely and afraid so you sort of just fell into it.

Midway through this new school year you were at a breaking point. This supposed friend group of yours was taking advantage of your kindness, but you had been too afraid to step in and do anything about it. One day, you had broken down in one of the bathrooms, unaware that someone was hiding in one of the stalls behind you. You sobbed and cried, vented your frustrations to the terrified girl in the mirror, and left.

Later that same afternoon, as you were having lunch with your group, this tiefling appeared. You knew about him and heard rumors spread about him. His name was Avi and he had a reputation of being a wild animal.

He had messy, short black hair with two different shaped horns. One was corkscrew and straight up, the other curved outwards. He had deep burgundy skin with dark freckles along his cheeks and shoulders, but it was his eyes that were strange. They were wide almond shapes that always seemed on high alert. They gazed at you, making you shake to your core. They reminded you of a wild animal. He approached the table and sat down right next to you, shoving someone else out of the way.

“So, I heard you are a real smarty pants.” he grinned at you, leaning over across the table to block the others from you. “What sort of material are those kinds of pants made out of eh?”

“I uh-” You answered shakily. “I don’t know?”

Avi laughed, almost sounding maniacal. “It’s a joke, smarty pants. Get with it!” He slapped your back and inched in a bit closer. “So tell me, whatcha eating there?” He went on like this until lunch was over.

After that, he started appearing wherever you were, hanging around you, talking to you. He found the strangest reasons to talk to you. Whether it was about video games or cartoons, he always seemed excited to bring something up.

One of the guys of your ‘Friend group’ told him to “Fuck off, weirdo,”

The look in Avi’s eyes changed. They had always seemed wide and strange, but now they looked vicious. He snapped his neck around to look at the guy. “What’d you say?”

“I said, fuck off. You fucking weirdo.”

“How come?” Avi stepped away from you. “What’s it matter to you?”

The guy smirked back at his friends, you knew he was eager to push Avi around. “That’s our nerd. Get your own.”

Avi popped his neck and scoffed. “Oh I see. My mistake. I thought she was just some cute girl up for grabs. I didn't realize she was a nerd.”

Your guts churned but you remained silent. You ducked your head down, your eyes already brimming with tears.

Avi got up into the guy's face and grinned. “How about we fight over her.”

“What?” the guy huffed and others from the group began to join.

Avi’s grin grew and his eyes got wider. “You heard me. I’ll fight you for her. Unless, that is, you wanna just hand her off to me. It might be safer that way.” He tilted his head and popped his neck again.

“Just fuck off, you freak!” Avi was shoved back, but that didn’t bother him at all. Avi struck, clocking the guy in the jaw and starting a fight. Both were suspended for a week, but your friend group began avoiding you to get away from him.

“It’ll be okay,” Avi said one day. His face was bruised from the fight. There was even a cut along his forehead that would leave a scar. “I’ll take care of you, smarty pants.”

Something about this feral cat didn’t seem so feral anymore. “What do you mean?” You asked.

Avi looked at you with those strange eyes of his and he grinned. “What do you think it means?”

You sniffled and looked down at the floor. “Why’d you do that?”

“The fight? Isn’t it obvious?” Avi tilted his head to the side. “You were miserable, so it was worth it.”

You rubbed your eyes. “What?”

Avi shrugged as he folded a piece of paper this way and that. “That day you were crying in the bathroom, I was hiding in one of the stalls.”

“That was the girl’s bathroom!”

Avi shrugged. “Yeah, and?” He smirked at you. He inched in close and put his arm around you. “You ain’t got a thing to worry about, smarty pants. From now on, I’ll keep you safe. No one will use you like that again while I’m around.”

You ducked your head down and nodded. It felt nice to hear someone say they’d protect you. After how long, you felt so lonely and afraid in a crowd.

Ever since that day, he’s kept that promise. He became your best friend and was always by your side. Despite his reputation, he was really sweet and fun. He brought you out of your shell.

The two of you now share an apartment together, which you have done since college. Back then, Avi worked as a mechanic in order to pay for an apartment while you went to school. You’ve been working hard to pay back his kindness since then.

“Hey, smarty pants.” You looked up from your book to see Avi looking over the top of the chair at you. “What are you doing?”

“Reading, why?” You placed a bookmark into the seam and closed the book. “Are you bored or something?”

Avi smirked, “or something.”

You smirked and set your book aside, standing up as Avi stepped aside. “Well, what did you have in mind?”

Avi rubbed his hands together as his grin grew. “I was thinking we could go out for a bit. Just drive a little, maybe do some shopping. I just wanna get out for a little bit. We haven’t gone on one of our drives in a long time.”

“That could be fun. I was thinking we’d have a nice quiet day at home, but I suppose we can do that anytime.” You looked him up and down. “Is there something you’re wanting to do?”

Avi’s cheeks darkened. “No. I just wanted to hang out with you is all.”

You smiled at him. “Aww, well aren’t you cute?”

Avi glanced away, his smirk softening at the edges. “I have my moments, pants.”

You took hold of his hand and kissed his cheek. “Okay, let me get ready and we can head out.”

Avi grinned, tightening his hold on your hand. “Will you wear that cute red top I like?” His free hand tugged at the hem of your tee shirt.

You arched a brow. “You want me to look good for you?”

“Not that you don’t all the time, I just thought...I’d wear those pants you like on me!” Avi was blushing and floundering. It was so cute you could barely stand it. You kissed his cheek, standing on tiptoes to reach.

“I love you,” you murmured to him.

Avi sighed and relaxed. “I love you too.”

You got dressed and wore the red top he liked. It had a low cut neckline with criss crossed strands across the chest. Avi wore the pants you liked on him. He had such nice, long legs, and these pants really showed that off, including his small, cute butt.

“So, which way are we going?” You asked him.

“I dunno, let's find out.” You got into the car, which was an old model that Avi had completely rebuilt himself. Back during school he had started working on it, and the first time he drove it was when he picked you up for prom. He’d worked on it since then, making it something really nice and special.

That prom you had agreed to go together as friends, but before the night was over you and Avi were much more than that. You danced together, you left before prom was over, and drove all night until you passed out in the backseat.

“It’s such a nice day, it seems like a shame to just sit inside.” Avi looked so proud behind the wheel.

“You’re right, what was I thinking?” You chuckled. You placed your hand on his thigh, slowly rubbing up and down. Avi flinched and glanced at you from the corner of his eye.

“Whatcha doing, pants? Looking for quarters?”

You shrugged, slowly moving your hand further in. “What? You think I’m doing something?”

Avi looked down at his lap then back out at the road. “You’re up to no good. No good I tell ya.”

You scooted closer to him. “What, me?”

Avi bit his lip, trying to keep his focus on the road. His hips wiggled as your hand squeezed onto his thigh. He moaned softly in the back of his throat as your fingers kneaded into him. You kissed his neck slowly, feeling him tremble under your touch. Avi chuckled, turning to steal a quick kiss.

“When you said a cozy day at home, I thought you meant something else.” Avi rolled his hips, adjusting them to accommodate your advances.

You ran your fingers along the growing bulge in his pants. “I like you, what can I say?” You unzipped his pants. “Sometimes I just can’t keep my hands off you.”

Avi chewed on his bottom lip as you grabbed him through the fabric of his underwear. “Dammit, pants.”

You kissed his jaw and giggled. “What? No good?”

Avi’s wild eyes looked soft and sweet. People often said he had crazy eyes, but you knew what a kitten he really was. “Too good. You make me happy and horny. That’s dangerous.”

“You know exactly what to say.” You tugged down his underwear, pulling his cock out. You licked your palm and wrapped your fingers around him, jerking him gently as he continued to drive. His cock had this wonderful curve to it, and the glans were nice and wide at the top. You smiled sweetly at him as you stroked him, his pulse throbbing against your fingers.

“Whatcha thinking?” Avi moaned.

“Oh, I dunno.” You glanced down to his cock. “Lots of things.”

Avi swallowed. “I’d like to know, pants. Tell me.”

You bit your lip. “Well, for one, I think you’re very sexy right now. Also thinking about how much I want to make you come.”

Avi whistled. “You’re so sweet to think of me.”

You kissed his cheek then ducked your head down. You kissed his cock from head to base, dragging your tongue back up and he moaned. He put a hand on the back of your neck, kneading as you teased him.

“Ah! Fuck-” Avi snarled. “That’s my pants.”

You tease the tip with your tongue then pushed the tip between your lips. You sucked and slurped, tasting that first dribble of precum. You moaned against him, taking more of him into your mouth. Avi hissed, gripping his fingers around your neck tighter.

You bobbed your head slowly, taking your time with him. He throbbed against your tongue and you took the tip all the way to your throat. You choked, pulling up and slurping spit back into your mouth.

“You feel so good,” Avi pants.

You chuckled, stroking him as you leaned in to kiss him. “So do you, big boy.” You went back down, gobbling him up again. Avi’s moans and grunts filled your ears and you felt him make a sharp turn. Moments later, he pulled off the road and parked the car behind some trees.

You giggled as you lifted your head. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“I ain’t a young man anymore, I can’t focus when you do that to me.” He kissed you hungrily, rolling his tongue around in your mouth. He bit your neck and shoulder as his hand reached up under your shirt and unhooked your bra with ease.

“You could have fooled me, you’re acting like you did in high school.” You took off your bra and tossed it into the backseat.

“I didn’t know what I was doing in high school,” Avi’s long tail flicked behind him. He pushed his hair back from his face and looked down at your shirt. “That’s what makes this so much better.” He tugged the neckline of your shirt down so your breasts were exposed.

“Is this why you like this shirt?”

“Same reason you like my pants so much, pants.” He kicked off his pants entirely. “Now, take yours off.”

You lifted your hips and wiggled from your pants, tossing them to the floorboard. Avi pressed your back against the door and thrust his hand down inside your panties. He kissed you hard as his fingers found you wet and warm.

“Oh fuck, pants. Did sucking that cock turn you on this much?” He teased you.

You scoffed and tangled your fingers into his messy hair. “It always does.” You had grown a favor for it during college. Avi worked to afford the apartment while you went to school. You had started giving him blowjobs regularly as a way to thank him. To your surprise and his pleasure, you found a talent for it. Not to mention a deep appreciation for it. Who knew the shy wallflower would turn into this?

Avi kissed you so sweetly it almost took your breath away. “What was that?” You murmured.

“Thank you for loving a weirdo like me,” he murmured. “I know I’m not much to look at, and you’ve put up with me all these years. It still amazes me that you and I are like this.”

You kissed him again and wrapped your arms around him. “You’re what I want to look at. You’re my weirdo, always have been, always will be.” Your heart was beating so fast. “I love you, get over it.” You pushed him down onto the bench seat and climbed on top of him. His eyes grew wide in awe as he looked up at you.

“Oh my, pants, what are you going to do to me?” He tittered.

You smirked, easing down on top of him. You took his cock inside, both of you moaning as he went inside deep. That wonderful curve hit exactly where you needed it to and you threw your head back as you rode him. His hands wrapped around your hips, holding you tight as you moved. His tail curled up around your leg and was pulsing squeezes. His expression was pure bliss, lips parted, eyes focused upon you. His breath synched in rhythm with your movements, gasping and panting with each heavy thrust.

You pressed your hands to the roof of the car for more leverage, thrusting down upon him as that curve ground into you. You cried out, panting hard as cars drove by on the road. Maybe they could see you, maybe not.

“I’m gonna come!” Avi whimpered. “Oh fuck, oh fuck-”

You bent down, kissing him and biting his lip. He thrust upwards, slapping hard into your thighs. He snarled and moaned into your ear, making desperate sounds as his climax grew closer.

“I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come!” He repeated over and over into your ear.

You kissed him, moaning against his lips. “Right there! Right there! Oh fuck!” You cried out.

Avi flipped you over, hiking up your hips and entering you from behind, he went harder and faster this way, pressing himself deep inside you. You moaned into the seat, shaking as you felt yourself draw to the end.

“I’m coming I’m-” Avi’s voice choked off, his body twitched, his tail coiled tighter on your leg. He spasmed inside and your legs twitched. You stretched and kicked, crying out as the heat from him flowed into you. Your body arched and you struggled to keep your voice in check. Avi panted, slowly slouching down until he was laid right on top of you.

“That was so damned good,” he breathed.

You chuckled and rolled over. His face planted between your breasts. “That was. I still can’t feel my toes.”

Avi kissed you then glanced out the windows. “We should probably get out of here before this seems suspicious.” He tugged down his shirt. “Where’d my undies go.”

“Good question, what’d you do with mine.” You then flinched as you felt his come dripping down your thigh. “Do you mind cleaning up your mess?”

Avi chuckled, taking a napkin from the dashboard and wiping you up as you grabbed clothes from the back seat. “I really did leave a mess behind.” He kissed your ass then slipped his fingers up inside you. “A big mess.”

“Easy there,” you huffed. “I’m still-” You bit your lip, struggling as Avi continued to finger you. “Oh fuck!”

“I knew you had another one in there.” Avi moved his fingers inside you, his thumb caressing your clit.

“Fuck, fuck-” You cried out, trembling as another small climax pulsed through your body.

Avi chuckled in triumph, leaning down to lick you clean. His moans against your folds sent tremors through your spine. You could barely sit up straight after that.

Avi put his pants back on while you still held yours in your hand. “Let’s go on down a little ways and find a nice place to eat.”

“I wouldn’t mind a drink,” you said with a gulp.

Avi smiled dreamily at you. “I love you, pants.”

You leaned into his side, snuggling up to him on the seat. “I love you too.”

#exophilia #monster romance #monster love #monster fucker #tiefling #tiefling boyfriend #momolady monsters #my writing

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AITA for trying to kill my evil(ish) symbiote?

For context, I (19F) am an adventurer. I come from a small town, but I really like to travel and fight and explore. Also for context, one of the gods in our continent's pantheon doesn't really exist anymore— they used to be a sentient entity like all the other gods, but wanted to become 'more' than that, so they gave up all of their conscious thought, emotions, stuff like that, and locked all that stuff away in a tower to basically become more of an omniscient force of nature, like a law of physics. That tower was in my small town, and a few years back, something messed up broke out and escaped from it. We've just been calling it the shadow.

So, my best friend (19F) and I had been adventuring around our town for a few years, and a couple times now, we'd been accosted by this shadow monster. It started two years ago. It had basically been jumping from body to body, surviving in the bodies of animals and random people and corrupting them to attack us. After a particularly dangerous mission out of town, I fought with it, and it promised to kill everyone I love before immediately darting away. I panicked and we raced back home, but it got there before we did, and it had attacked my dad and injured him really badly. A really powerful family friend at the time managed to fight it off, and as I got back, the shadow realized I had some pretty powerful associates and became interested in me, and decided it wanted me to be its host. So it jumped into one of my tattoos and, essentially, became a symbiote. For the most part, it just talked to me (it was a real asshole), but it also gave me powers that could make me fight better, and even brought me back up from the brink of death a few times. But it also used magic to charm me once when I didn't do what it said, and even took control of my body to help us win a really brutal fight. I learned that what it wanted was to build itself a body of its own. Since it was basically made up of all the parts of a god that it didn't want and was imprisoned in a tower for what felt like eternity, it had been through a lot and only really knew being cast off. We learned more about each other and were times it felt like we were even starting to bond. But it still hated me and I still hated it.

After we managed to save our town, both of us decided this arrangement couldn't work anymore, so the shadow offered two options: we could wait several years as it started to build a new body as the body incubated, or we could go on a trip to try and find it a new host. I did not want to wait that long, so we started to travel together. It took about a year, and to tell you the truth we sort of bonded a bit along the way! There were times when we would laugh and joke together, it saved me a couple times, I learned more about it. It seems like it just wanted to have a real body and be able to interact with the world more than anything else. But it still attacked my dad and hurt my friend and charmed me before. It's hard to forget that stuff. After months of traveling, I stowed away on a pirate airship, where I learned the captain was a witch who was going to die soon. This is where it gets a bit iffy: I knew she was going to die. Like, soon. So I tried to offer her as a host to the shadow, because I figured if she died, the shadow would probably die too. It turns out, it was listening in, and it knew she was dying too, so it got really hurt and offended that I was trying to kill it. It found a different host instead, and now things are really awkward between us. On one hand, I did try to deceive and kill it while it was in a very vulnerable position, and also tried to foist a malevolent shadow monster off on a dying woman. That's sort of bad. On the other, like, it is (was?) evil! And did all that bad stuff! And maybe it's better for the world that it's not alive? I don't know. I feel a bit guilty. AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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angelisgonnastartchangingurls · 24 days

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julia on a thursday

julia and annie were not good at planning weddings. "we're two overeducated sluts and we don't know what we're doing," annie told the wedding planner.

the woman, andrea, patiently articulated the steps they needed to take, and what annie was traditionally expected to do as maid of honor. they made andrea print them out a list.

the plan was for a wedding early next summer, and before long they managed to book a venue and get save the dates made up. this seemed like enough, and so they went back to annie's apartment and drank champagne and did blow.

julia's lease was running out on her apartment, but rather than move in with jim, who had roommates, she was electing to move back in with her dad and stepmom. annie hated this idea. "jim should move into your place," she suggested.

"he can't break his lease until march," julia said. "it's fine, i am kind of looking forward to learning how to like, be a wife."

julia's father had remarried about 15 years ago -- julia had two stepbrothers, 16 and 17, who she only ever really saw at holidays. "i still think of them as toddlers i saw on weekends," she said.

a few days later, they were helping pack up julia's apartment, along with jim, julia's dad, and annie and robbie. annie was very stoned, and at one point reached into one of julia's bedroom boxes to pull out a dildo and lip sync with it for robbie's entertainment. julia's father saw her. annie turned red and put it back in the box. they all had pizza in julia's empty apartment after. annie sat on the floor, well aware that the teen boys and julia's father could see her white panties under her short skirt.

"when will you tie the knot, annie?" julia's dad asked.

"oh, who knows?" annie laughed. "i'm not in any serious relationships right now."

"that's ok," said julia's dad. "you'll get there someday."

"yeah," annie said, "i'm a catch."

"you are a catch you know," julia's dad told her later, when they were driving the uhaul together. julia and jim followed in a truck, and robbie drove the boys in annie's loaded up car. "great job, pretty face, great rack."

annie laughed. "thank you. i always say my tits are my best feature."

"do your patients stare at them a lot?"

"i tend to wear less-cleavage-y tops at work," she said. indicating her tank top.

"well, we appreciate the casualwear," he said.

"it makes it really easy to flash my friends' dads," annie said, pulling her tits out.

"good lord," he said. "even better than I thought." his cock pulsed in his jeans.

"can i suck you off while we drive?" she asked.

"yes please," he said.

annie took a few pictures with julia's dad's cock in her mouth to show julia later. he made a mess of her face when he came, and julia took off her panties and used them to clean her chin.

"does my daughter have a nice hairy pussy like you?" he asked when he saw it.

"no," annie said. "she has a landing strip like a real slut."

he laughed. "that's nice too."

annie opened her phone and found a picture of julia naked and showed it to him.

"oh wow," he said. "great tanlines."

"i know, i'm so jealous," annie laughed. "does your wife have a nice hairy pussy like me?" she was pulling her cummy panties back on.

"no, actually," he said. "shaved clean like a good suburban mom."

"not a city slicker slut like me?"

"yeah," he said.

"you gonna fuck her hard for me later?" she asked.

"of course," he said.

annie said hi to annie's stepmom in a way that she hoped didn't communicate "i used my panties to wipe your husband's cum off my chin." they moved some of julia's boxes into a spare bedroom and the rest in the garage. robbie and annie drove back into the city and then fucked in the kitchen. after, annie sent julia the pictures of herself sucking her dad's cock.

"oh holy shit," julia replied. "you are a monster."

"hot though right?"

"of course it's fucking hot," julia said. "how am i gonna look him in the eye over breakfast?"

"maybe with an open bathrobe," annie suggested.

"if jim wasn't sleeping next to me i'd jerk off," julia replied.

"go to the bathroom," she said.

20 minutes later, julia texted "LOL OMG"

"what?" annie asked.

"stepbro walked in on me rubbing my clit in the bathroom."

"yesss!" annie replied. "did you have panties on?"

"no!" julia said. "i was naked!"

"amazing," annie said, "he saw everything?"

"everything," julia said. "and i haven't shaved in like a week."

she sent a picture of herself nude in the bathroom, looking mortified. her pussy was pretty stubbly, but her tanlines were still amazing.

"they're lucky kids," annie said. "such a hot older sister. they are gonna jerk off about you so much."

"nooo!" julia said.

"LOL" annie replied.

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liyazaki · 2 years

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I know, I know- I went right for the jugular with that title. at first glance, this might look like a KinnPorsche finale hit piece...an "oh, y'all thought this was a HEA?" before I throw a bucket of gore all over your warm fuzzies, Carrie-style.

in reality? this is a long-form love letter to perhaps the most meticulously-constructed show I've seen in years- Asian, Western, European, etc., et. al. period, fin, full stop.

if there's an idea that KinnPorsche has driven home over and over again, it's that more than one thing can be true at once. that idea has never been more overt than in the finale.

something can be immensely satisfying, hella romantic, quietly appalling, empowering, and like a waking nightmare- all at once. for me, the finale was every one of these things- just maybe not for the reasons you'd expect. in summary: have a little faith before reaching for the pitchforks (thanks in advance).

but first: a little history, a little fandom

some background before we jump into the, as @dancinbutterfly likes to say, "it's about the DRAMATURGY"- of it all. I've been going into every piece of media for years now with as close to the inverse of expectations as you can get, because she has been burned and then some. I've been in fandom of all sorts for many, many moons. perpetual disappointment followed by headcannoning fixes are old friends, and I know them well.

I dumbed this show down before it even began, at no fault of the story or crew or anything else. eliminating my expectations before the word 'go' is just something that happens automatically. if you had told me pre-KP that a quasi-porn-with-feels, Thai-BL-meets-the-mafia show would shock me out of my media coma, I would've just giggled and said "sure, Jan".

that's exactly what happened, though: week after week, this show gave and gave and gave some more. unapologetic queer horniness on full display? here; take it. you want a light, joyful relationship in contrast to perhaps the most intoxicatingly-toxic one you've ever seen? sure, we got that too. how about fascinating moral quandaries and a dark, twisty thread of mystery running throughout? we got you covered and then some.

and oof, that mystery. the possibilities, the implications? the personal ramifications for these characters we were falling in love with? crumbs were suddenly being dropped from a table I forgot could have so much food on it, and I grabbed onto as many morsels as I could get my greedy little hands on.

we all did: the sheer amount of god-tier analysis and meta this fandom created is a testament to that. this show awoke something in our brains that made the collective talent shine brighter than I've seen in a fandom in a long while (Bad Buddy is a close second).

and then- the Finale™

but the real pièce de résistance here: the part of this horny, batshit beauty of a story that puts this show front and center in my mental hall of fame? that finale. pardon the crassness, but it's very much warranted here: that FUCKING FINALE. it was more than the sum of its parts, while simultaneously being the EXACT sum in a whispering, "are-you-paying-attention?" kind of way.

it confirmed little red flags I didn't even trust I was really seeing, which, sure- that's just good writing, solid storytelling. but then it said "nah- we're not done", and stuck the landing so intelligently, it elevated the rest of the story past my wildest expectations. thanks to the finale, I know that my rewatches (yeah, it'll be plural- move along) will be a perpetual mind-fuck affectionate.

it set up us for a likely-explosive second season, with as much potential for greatness as there is for Shakespearean levels of tragedy. without that 81-minute magnum opus, I doubt I would’ve been compelled to write this monster in the first place.

so let's get into the impact of the finale by taking a closer look at the most important players- starting with our sex-on-a-stick (I had to), second-in-command himself.

without further ado: you ready for a deep dive?

kiss me so that I forget myself. I close my eyes & fall in the abyss. -Kamand Kojouri

the title for this meta- Tragedy Dressed Like a Daydream- was inspired by Porsche's iconic walk down the hallway, cementing his new status as he symbolically ascends his throne.

my first thought during this scene- besides the obvious serve-CUNT-king- was, "that's a man who's walking to the gallows- he just doesn't know it yet."

Porsche also embodied raw, effortless power in this moment- but it carried even more weight than just that. this was an easy, almost-royal kind of stride- like he was born to it.

from Porsche's unforgettable presentation to the visual callbacks (more on that in a minute), this is the definition of a full circle moment. it felt less like the victorious kind and more of the snake-eating-its-tail variety, though. again, more on that analogy later.

my doom-and-gloom reaction to this scene has nothing to do with the fact that Porsche is not only staying in the Family, but rising to the top of its ranks. this is a mafia tale: I signed up for bullets, bloodshed, moral ambiguity and as much be-gay-do-more-crime as possible.

once I started to drill down into what exactly about this moment made me feel so unsettled, the reasons turned out to be much more nuanced.

a couple interesting details about this scene before we get into the nitty-gritty: we've seen this kind of oozes-power walk before. it's what I opened my Kinn character analysis with:

Kinn carries himself with the relaxed ease of an heir born to inherit a throne, and the singular, brutal focus required to keep it.

this is how Kinn walks into every room he enters- when anyone besides the people he's closest to are present, anyway.

there's so much I want to say here about the choice to film Kinn from behind versus Porsche head-on, the framing, etc., but I promised myself I wouldn't get too far into the weeds in this meta.

one more tidbit I noticed in this scene: Porsche never blinks- not once. a neat little trick I learned in Psych 101: blinking less communicates ease, confidence, lack of anxiety; while frequent blinking says "I'm afraid/nervous/lying." if you want someone to see you as more confident than you might feel, look them straight in the eye- or straight ahead and past them, like Porsche is here- and blink less. I doubt this was intentional, but it adds (subconsciously) to the powerful aura radiating off of Porsche.

when you know what a man wants, you know who he is- and how to move him. -George R.R. Martin

belief can be manipulated. only knowledge is dangerous. -Frank Herbert

the triumphant veneer on Porsche's ascension starts to crack as soon as we ask, "how did he get here?" the answer- the rot at the root, discreetly leeching off all the life it touches- is Korn.

we're well-aware that Korn is a master manipulator. he knows his sons' strengths and weaknesses like the back of his hand.

what really makes Korn a force to be reckoned with is his patience. he's been using his knowledge of how to utilize his sons- like the tools I believe he sees them to be- for a very, very long time.

it took years-worth of quiet, methodical consistency to orchestrate the events we arrive to in the finale- and to best mold his sons to carry out his purposes. we've also been getting hints at this the entire time- some of which weren't made clear until the very last moments of the finale.

galaxy-brained @dancinbutterfly caught a god-tier hint at just how deep Korn's machinations go, and it happened in episode ONE- yet it's impact in the finale is enormous. if you aren't convinced that Korn has been planning on using Porsche from the start, you're gonna want to hold DB's/my beer for this one. I'm going to be giving the CliffNotes version, but you can read DB's epic finale analysis here.

the last scene in the finale- with Kinn and Porsche declaring their commitment to each other on the boat- is a callback to episode 1 already, bringing us back to where Porsche jumped off the deck. after Porsche escaped, we cut to Kinn and Korn in conversation. I'll quote DB directly here:

Kinn is asked why he didn't procure Porsche- and we see Korn playing chess. he's playing as white, and white always goes first. Korn always has the information needed to make the first move. he takes the queen [Porsche]- and he uses it to get checkmate.

back to the finale: right after Kinn and Porsche's final hug on the boat, we cut over to Korn. he's sitting at a desk with two betta fish in front of him (my theory on that in a minute). Korn stops to look at his phone, smiling at the picture of Kinn and Porsche that Tankhun just sent him.

Korn's expression is that of a warm, loving father, by all appearances happy to see his son happy- but it kind of just made my stomach roll. and then, we reach the line that takes us all the way back to Korn's first game of chess, right after the other boat scene when he won the game using the queen:

"history is only written by the victors."

not to lapse into tag speak in the middle of a semi-serious meta, but are you crying screaming throwing up yet? someone throw me a thesaurus because "chilling" doesn't cover the level of twisted we're witnessing here. the juxtaposition of these scenes in particular casts such a deep shadow over Kinn and Porsche's happy-for-now ending, it's impossible to ignore (again, all credit to DB for catching it).

Korn didn't just make Porsche's sudden meteoric rise happen- he orchestrated it all. this hint was just a standout one of many. I don't think Korn ever expected Kinn and Porsche to get romantically involved, but did he ever switch gears masterfully when they did.

there isn't a single event in the course of Kinn and Porsche's story that Korn didn't either 1) make happen himself or 2) expertly adapt and work to his advantage.

riddle me this: what could be better for Korn than having his ever-loyal but soft-at-heart son on the throne? let's dream even bigger: how about having his son's heart as his second? as smart as Porsche is, this isn't a world he's known for long- at all.

Porsche doesn't fully understand the rules or know the players- and he certainly doesn't have the benefit of experience required to see the bigger picture. Kinn's biggest weakness is now right out in the open, ready for Korn to exploit when and if needed.

for a man like Korn, what could be better than that?

back to the fish, and what could be our last hint the finale at Korn's next move. betta fish- or fighting fish- are known for their aggression towards other bettas. Korn has the fish in two bowls, separate but still in each other's line of vision- and able to antagonize the other.

before he looks at his phone, Korn is tapping on just one of the bowls, almost like he's deliberately trying to rile the fish up. he's also watching them very intently- and Korn is the most intentional character in this show.

the meaning here is wide open to interpretation, but this moment doesn't feel accidental- next to nothing in this show is. I don't see how pitting Kinn and Porsche against each other at this stage in the game would work to Korn's benefit- they're the most obvious explanation- but I'm calling it now: there's something there, and I have a nasty feeling that it's important.

so- Korn is pulling all the strings. Kinn and Porsche are in power in name only. they’re simply pieces on the gameboard and they always will be, as long as Korn is alive. they’re only there because Korn wants them to be.

Porsche and Porchay were only reunited with their mother because Korn made it so. I could write pages of meta on those scenes alone- the combination of intelligence and fear in her eyes, her catatonic-seeming (but were they really?) reactions, ad nauseum.

I'm not going to delve too deeply into the Namphueng plot here, but I have to mention that something about her reveal feels reactionary. the timing and suddenness of it feels more akin to thinking on your feet than it does to a long-game strategy. there has to be so much more happening here than we're aware of yet.

the main evidence of this for me: Korn left Namphueng essentially locked up in a tower for years. Korn is nothing if not brutally efficient. he could've used her just like he uses everyone else right out in the open. it would have been a million times more practical for him to go that route, but he didn't. that choice says something.

I don't know if I can buy into the idea that his only reason for pulling off this years-long kidnapping-in-plain-sight was just to time her reappearance in order to control Porsche (and Kinn by extension). we're missing a puzzle piece here- really, I feel like it's a lot of them.

which leads us to the million dollar question: what the hell does Korn know? how far down the rabbit hole does the history- and crimes- of this family go? Korn methodically knocked so many threatening pieces off the board, there's now history that ONLY KORN is privy to. let that sink in for a minute. if knowledge is power, Korn's is now near absolute.

Korn's inescapable influence takes what otherwise looks like a beautiful triumph- Kinn and Porsche, united, back where they started- and makes it look more like walking into an abyss.

when and if we get S2, I can guarantee that none of us are prepared for whatever Korn is planning next. like I mentioned in the beginning, the potential fallout for our players left on the gameboard is, in a word- catastrophic.

I'll wrap up this section with a chef's kiss quote from my beloved @elnotwoods:

I got so blinded by the metaphor and the symbolism [playing chess] that I overlooked the fact that the pieces on a chessboard only ever do what the player wants, because there are different ways to play, different moves and strategies- but it’s ultimately up to the person moving the pieces to decide.

so the story of man runs in a dreary circle, because he is not yet master of the earth that holds him. -Will Durant

there's also the issue of who Porsche is, and the question of if he did possess full autonomy here- i.e. if Korn wasn't making his moves for him from the shadows- would this be the choice he'd make? does it align with who he is- or, at least, with who he used to be?

because no one- outside of the people in the Family itself- have been more directly affected by the brutality that comes with the criminal underworld than Porsche and Porchay.

their parents: slaughtered in their home. debtors harassed and threatened them both for years, to the point that Porsche went to beg for mercy on his uncle's behalf. they had to feel like they were living in a semi-constant state of fear- likely with plenty of righteous anger and resentment mixed in, too.

so rather than just a cycle that repeats, we have a true tragedy here in the form of the metaphorical snake eating its tail. the Kittisawasd brothers' lives, loves, even their life's purpose (for Porsche, at least) are now inextricably linked to the cause of the greatest trauma they ever experienced. they're not just a part of the Family now- they sit its throne, either directly or by association.

love- especially the new, fresh, starry-eyed kind of love- has a way of blinding you. of bending you in ways you never thought you would, without either lashing out or getting out first.

is Porsche capable of thriving in this world? absolutely. will it require depths of compromise he can't even fathom yet? undoubtedly yes.

I also don't believe Porsche would have put Porchay within 1000 miles of everything Kinn's world brings if it weren't for love. the "keep your friends close and your enemies closer" argument could be made here- the enemy being the world of the Family, not Kinn himself- but it doesn't ring true for me.

plus, we have Porsche's own words to fall back on:

I'm not on the main family's side. I'm not on the minor family's side. I'm on your side.

Porsche is here for love and love alone. Kinn is here because he is ever-loyal...Porsche's love is a bonus. a life-changing, beautiful bonus- but just a bonus nonetheless.

I have to pause to address what Kinn did and said right before this moment. he doesn't know his father is alive, but Korn's influence- or maybe more accurately, Kinn's indoctrination- is still SO strong, Kinn pulls a gun on the man he loves at the mere possibility that Porsche MIGHT believe Korn was responsible for murdering his parents.

and do you believe him? if you believe him, you have to be on the main family's side. if not- we're on a different sides.

more on this when we talk about Kinn, but this is bone-chilling stuff.

to circle back to Porsche and how he got here: at the heart of it, his decisions aren't all that different from the things anyone who's been stupid-in-love have done or come close to doing: compromising your values, making exceptions- being blind to the bigger picture.

what could catapult Porsche's ascension into a full-blown tragedy (gay gods, let it not; I mostly like being alive) ultimately rests on the gorgeous shoulders of our next major player.

the proverb warns that 'you shouldn't bite the hand that feeds you.' but maybe you should, if it prevents you from feeding yourself. -Thomas Stephen Szasz

while pretty much all of Korn's scenes gave us glimpses of his manipulation, they showed us something else equally important: the depths of Kinn's devotion, specifically to his family and the Family. in Kinn's mind? I don't think he can tell the difference between the two.

this isn't Kinn's fault- he never stood a chance. how could he? Korn's had an actual lifetime to subtly shape and mold Kinn into the obedient foot-soldier-in-a-Gucci-suit he is today- and did he ever get started with him young.

remember Kinn's fireside confessional? he told Porsche about his dream as a kid to be a singer, but he seemed to let go of that dream almost as quickly as it came. where did Kinn get the idea of having to step up to take the burden off of Tankhun if not from Korn?

he was a child, but the walls of his cage were already closing in- and he was none the wiser. cut to all of these years later, and he STILL isn't aware. Kinn is incredibly kind, caring and soft with the people he loves, so he just said "yes- I can carry this great and terrible thing." he took on the burden, and his life is forever changed because of it.

he can't get that time back, that dream, or take back all the things he's done in service to Korn since. he's left with wistful "I wonders" before shaking himself off and moving onto whatever task is assigned to him next.

Korn is incredibly aware that love- romantic or otherwise- is Kinn's Achilles heel. all he has to do is casually mention how much the Family needs him (e.g. the apple scene) and boom- Kinn immediately falls back in line. Kinn would move heaven and earth for Porsche, but his blind loyalty to Korn is just as strong, if not stronger- the ultimate question, really.

and it bears repeating: Kinn's blindness is through no fault of his own. he's been systematically manipulated and groomed into becoming the man he is today. the fact that he's retained as much of his humanity as he has is a small miracle- however compartmentalized that humanity might be (read: being able to assassinate someone on the spot without a sideways glance).

if Porsche was walking to the metaphorical gallows unaware, Kinn is living on the knife’s edge, not realizing how incredibly precarious his newfound happiness is. he has faith in a foundation that doesn't exist. he's been drinking from a poisoned well all his life, and he's unwittingly invited Porsche to partake, as well.

I have no doubt Kinn’s intentions are good, and that his love for Porsche is as true, deep and real as any. it's the same sort of unquestioning, all-encompassing love- for his family, THE Family- that could be their ultimate undoing.

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me. -Charlotte Brontë

we're going to stick to the surface streets where Vegas and Pete are concerned, because to the shock of absolutely none of you who know me, I could write a book on them.

however, I have to highlight the stark contrast their story provides in the finale against Kinn and Porsche's. they were the only characters who walked away with complete autonomy.

what felt like the final nail in coffin to Vegas- no longer being in line to assume his father's position, gain his power and prove himself worthy- was his saving grace. again, this isn't because they got out of the mafia, but because they got out from under Korn- which, irony heaped upon irony, was still Korn's doing.

for now, Vegas, Pete and Macau have been set to the side of the game board by our main player. they're out of the game, but they'll still receive some of its benefits (likely financial). it's probably the best outcome they could have gotten.

regardless of how it came about, or whatever the future holds for Pete and Vegas- it'll be a future they author together from start to finish. they're going into this new chapter with their eyes wide open, their feet on the ground and with a mutual purpose- to somehow be a family- based exclusively on what they want and need most.

I wish that wasn't more than I could say for Kinn and Porsche, but with where we leave them in the finale, it is- for now.

we aren't one story- we can change our stories. we can write our own. -A. Poehler

and so, we reach the end. Kinn and Porsche are silhouetted against/almost swallowed by the darkness behind them (intentional? I'm thinking yes) on the deck of the boat where it all started.

everything has been leading us to this moment- even their final lines are a callback. Porsche is gazing at Kinn with so much warmth and affection, declaring that his life is Kinn's. Kinn assures him he'll treasure it, clearly in bliss- probably feeling like he finally has everything he's ever wanted.

the parallel- along with Porsche repeating again that he's there for Kinn and Kinn alone- gave me chills at all the high-romanticism, coupled with deeply-ominous foreshadowing.

Porsche's life is now Kinn's, and Porsche would give him absolutely everything (he already has). can the same be said for Kinn? is he capable of rising above a lifetime of submission to Korn for their relationship's sake, for Porsche's sake- or most importantly, for his own? Kinn and Porsche are on equal footing on the surface only, and Porsche couldn't be at a more dangerous disadvantage.

as @dancinbutterfly put it to me so eloquently:

there can't be equanimity when one person is standing on earth & the other is in chains, looking up at him from the heart of hell.

I have to use our catchphrase one last time here, because it's never been more applicable: this scene is the definition of many things can be true at once. when we step back to look at the state of play, the bigger picture- Kinn and Porsche's final moment is as tender and heartfelt as it is potentially heart-wrenching.

we're watching these characters we've come to know and love teeter on the edge of a precipice they don't even know exists- but we do. Korn knows- he created it, and he even gets the literal last word- not counting the small bit of dialogue in the final-final scene with Porsche, Porchay and Namphueng.

I was so distracted by the beauty of the relationships between our main/side characters and how they were developing, I didn't go over many of these small- but, in retrospect, crucial- details too deeply, until the finale left me feeling so uneasy, I had to figure out why. even that might have been intentional.

not to go crazy conspiracy board here (but I will): how poetic would it be if the intention all along was to 'dupe' (but not really, because we're talking about it here) the audience into being in exactly the same mental boat as Kinn and Porsche?

i.e. we're so distracted by all the pretty, shiny things (love! HEA! they're in power together! etc.) that we don't see the forest for the trees? I really hope- and dread- that we might get to see it all come to awful, angst-ridden fruition in a second season. because that, my friends? truly god-tier level story telling.

even with all this possibility for heart-wrenching fallout, I've never felt 'safer' as a viewer as I do in the hands of these writers. they left some plotlines under-developed or unaddressed entirely (for now), but the unforgettable story this team managed to create from the mostly-trash heap that is the source material is a testament to their professional prowess, and evidence of all the thought and care they poured into KinnPorsche.

this show has consistently delivered on every promise it made, and managed to surprise me at every turn. I don't know exactly where we're going from here, but if we get to see Kinn and Porsche's story continue? I can't wait to see where they take us- even if it rips our collective hearts out in the process.

what a way to go, no?

special thanks to @dancinbutterfly for going full-on Pepe Silvia with me through half the night (more than once) while I slogged through this thing, and to my wonderful wifey @elnotwoods for helping get my ideas off the ground 💖 tagging some lovely peeps who have been patiently waiting for this behemoth to drop: @patprans @ellaspore @bengiyo @snimeat @rainbowcolored7 @maleficent-cannoli @i-got-the-feels @shinwoonoh @risu442.

as usual whenever I write long-form, I’m doubting whether I actually said anything at all here? either way- thank you for reading this far & I hope you enjoyed it 🖤

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s1ckh1mb0 · 1 month

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Cw// homophobia, internalized homophobia

Reiner hurt to comfort?/fluff for male readers<3

Your heart broke whenever Cowboy! Reiner cried. He was your world, your everything, the reason why you could stay home and do as you please because he got up everyday to work with his friends on their farm to make money. And now he’s sitting here breaking down in front them.

You were immediately worried and quickly called him over. He left Annie and Bert’s side to run over to the side of the fence you were on. You immediately wrapped your arms around him and without thinking twice he broke down in your arms. “Shh shh doll. Hey what’s goin on?” And the culprit for this was none other than his wretched family. You never got along with them. They treated Reiner like an outsider ever since his teen years when he was outed as gay by his ex friend. They were basically your opps and as long as you lived you were gonna be the bane of their existence.

You gently guided Reiner over to you guys shared home. Bringing him to the living room and letting him rest his head on your lap “Rei baby what happened?” He could barely speak as he sobbed in your lap. Reiner by no means was an emotional man. He knew how to take things well. But when he was upset that shit was major. This was one of those times. You knew he needed some time so you didn’t rush him to speak. Running your hand through his dirty blonde hair, using you thumb to caress right where his undercut started. “S’ okay Rei, take your time okay? M’ here. We got all night.”

He felt weak in the moment. He didn’t want you to sit here worrying about him. You were both grown as men he should be able to take care of himself. When his cries started to slow down he looked up at you. “They called again… I don’t know why I answered I just- I thought that they’d finally come around. But they really do hate me. Hate who I am.”

“What’d the say this time baby?”

“They disowned me…”

Your eyes widened in shock. Not because of what they did but because they did now of all times. You two were days away from getting married and now they chose to just act like he wasn’t their family anymore.

“Are you shittin me?”

“I just don’t understand how. Maybe they were right. Maybe it is something wrong with me. With this.”

“What? Rei what are you-?” Just by the look in his eyes you could tell what he meant. It was the same look he had when you to were kids and he used to say he wished you were a girl so he could like you. He was starting to doubt himself. This was the main reason you hated his family. They had such a shitty affect on him. They made him fear what he was. As if he was some type of monster. “Hey, look at me okay?” Reiner couldn’t bring himself to do it at first. He felt physically disgusted with himself in the moment. It wasn’t until he felt your warm hand pressed against his dirt covered cheek and tilted his head to let his gaze meet yours.

You were always so soft with him. He loved that so fucking much about you. You never hated him or yelled at him when he would start to revert to his self hatred ways. In his eyes he truly didn’t deserve you. You deserved a real man. One who wasn’t as fucked as him. “I just thought…maybe if I straight they would love me. I could be their son and not their disappointment. Why couldn’t they just be there for me? Am I really that bad to be around because of who I am?”

You could feel the tears well up in your eyes. Who could make their own child feel this way? “Reiner I want you to listen to me okay? I love you more than fucking anything in the world. You are the best fiancé any man could ever ask for ya hear me? And you were an even better son to them than they deserved. Never in any way do you deserve the treatment they give you.”

“But mayb-”

“No, no maybe Reiner. We are going to be husbands. You make me happy. When you were with your family you would come to my place in shambles because of how badly they treated you. But now look at you. You’re in a better place than any of them and they can see that and they just wanna hurt you in any way they can now.”

Reiner hated that you were right. You always were when it came to his family. He was so blinded by wanting to make his family proud of him that he was willing to tear himself down. But you never allowed him and god was he thankful for that.

“I don’t know how you put up with me doll.”

You chuckled as he sat up and pressed his lips against yours. “I love you rei okay?” “Mm, love you too baby.”

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fallout4treasures · 1 month

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Found this extremely short story in my docs and I thought I published it here but I couldn't find it so here we go! (I've edited it some too, so if you've read it before and it's different now that's why.)

“A fallback point.” He followed her in, disheartened to see her already exploring the small cement shack and digging her way through boxes.

“What are we falling back from?” Her smile was still light, despite the confusion in her eyes.

“We're not. I am.”

Okay, he panicked. He could admit that. When he overheard Quinlan and Arthur talking about his… identity, his brain went into survival mode. He didn't want to believe it at first, but still wasn't going to wait for them to present their evidence. The sickening realization was still weighing heavily on his chest. It actually made sense. His memories, his emotions, he ideals, they were all planted in him by a computer. Probably after he was pieced together in a lab somewhere deep underground. He was what the Brotherhood stood to fight against. He was the enemy.

Leaving was absolutely the right choice, and it was technically faster just to bring Sole along. She had caught Danse right as he was sneaking into a vertibird to get back onto ground level. And for some reason she insisted on coming with on his "unknown mission" rather than let him go alone. But this wasn’t fair to her. She had no idea how much danger he put her in by bringing her. But he couldn't bear to let her go, not yet. It was coming, he knew that, but maybe for now it could wait.

Wait for what? He was piecing this together as he went, but it all seemed to be leading to one answer. It would be his last act for the Brotherhood. To put down one more Institute monster, it just happened to be himself.

He knew he wouldn’t be able to tell her himself, the look of betrayal in her eyes would be too much to handle. He decided he would send her back to the Prydwen when they got to the abandoned post. They would have one last walk together, he owed her that much.

He tried to make conversation, evading Sole's pointed questions. Where were they going? Why couldn't they bring their power suits? Why was he acting so weird? But it would end up coming to an awkward and screeching halt, leaving them to march on in silence. His mind was moving so quickly he couldn't focus on anything they were saying anyway.

Sole didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve to have a synth for a friend, and she certainly didn't deserve to have everyone she cared about taken from her. But there she was, selfless, hopeful, caring. Just rolling with the punches. How did she do that?

“Are we almost there?” She finally asked, breaking another long period of silence shared between them.

“Actually, it’s right up here.” The path led up to the old outpost. She started trotting ahead, despite Danse's objections to wait.

“What is this place?” Sole called out through the open window.

“A fallback point.” He followed her in, disheartened to see her already exploring the small cement shack and digging her way through boxes.

“What are we falling back from?” Her smile was still light, despite the confusion in her eyes.

“We're not. I am.”

“What?” Sole laughed, she stopped flipping through a file to study his face. Her smile fell when he refused to meet her gaze. How could he? “But-”

“You're to report back to Elder Maxson. He’ll- he’ll want to speak to you.”

“I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“That’s an order, soldier.” Danse squared his jaw, meeting her gaze to see her eyes glistening with concern. His eyes fell in defeat, unworthy of looking at her. Sole. A flawless human being. Did he ever know her as a human? Was he replaced as far back as the Capital Wasteland? Was any of it ever real? Why would the Institute program him to care this much?

“What's going on?” Sole stepped closer, ignoring Danse's hesitation. When he didn't say anything she placed the most considerate hand on his forearm, snapping his attention solely towards her and away from his thoughts. Her soft skin, her worried eyes, her parted lips.

"You should go." He croaked out. His heart thumped into his throat. He wanted to pull away but he couldn't. Her touch was so warm, and alive. She wasn't programmed to feel this way. Her caring was pure, it was human. Everything he wasn't, apparently.

"Are you okay?" Her sympathetic voice rang in his ear.

“I’m sorry.” The words came out on their own, knowing what he was going to do before he did.

“For what?” In one sudden move Danse grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his, their bodies flushed together as he pushed her back against the wall. He felt her body halt beneath him, but it only took a moment for her mind to catch up to his actions. He let out a groan when her mouth opened up to him, letting their tongues mingle.

He found a way to shut off his mind, and he was going to take advantage of it. She felt good. Better than he had even imagined, but never in his wildest dreams did he ever think she'd kiss him back in real life. This certainly didn't feel like real life however, real life had unimaginable horrors. This felt more like his dreams, and if he tried hard enough he could even convince himself it really was a dream.

He broke away, feverishly making his way down her neck. He sunk his teeth into the soft but toned muscle, groaning at the sensual cry that left her. He kissed his way back to her lips before lifting her up for her to wrap her legs around his waist. She gave a small yelp against his lips as he pressed against her.

"Danse, just wait a sec." She panted. He pulled his head back, and all at once the shame in the pit of his stomach was back. Their eyes met and he was confused to find her staring at him in shock. The soft pads of her fingers reached to touch his cheek, and to his shock they were wet when they pulled away. Had he been crying?

Her perfect, very human, hand cupped his face with her thumb wiping the salty liquid across his cheek. Her expression broke his heart, she wouldn't feel this way if she knew the truth.

He hadn't noticed that his legs were shaking until his knees started to buckle below him. It seemed to happen so quickly. He had set her down and was sitting on the ground, with her following suit but making sure her own hands never left him. He wanted so badly to pull her close and cry into her comforting neck. But he had exploited her feelings enough.

"What's wrong?" She asked. How could he do this to her? Why would he be programmed to be so selfish? How could he feel like he loved her when he was a machine?

"Talk to me, please." She begged, thickening the lump in his throat.

"I-I… I'm sorry. I… I have to tell you something."

#fo4 #fallout 4 #fallout #paladin danse #danse #fanfic #im so in love with this man and im not even sorry #also not sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes #could not care less

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sonicfanthenightfury5099 · 11 months

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Idk if its allowed but… Since you made a One shot with werewolf Myers meeting his s/o, maybe you could do one with werewolf Jason? 👉👈

(Only if you are comfortable or want to do it, of course!)

First Michael now Jason meeting his Future S/O at Camp Crystal Lake

Moonlight on the Lake

Summary: You and your friends head out to a Camp Crystal lake for the summer, unaware that the Beast of Crystal Lake is spying on your group, and he's finds you interesting out the ground.

You tagged along with your friends to a campsite called Camp Crystal Lake. The locals say it's a cursed place. Nobody never leaves there alive. They say that he still lives there, The Beast of Crystal Lake.

You didn't think "The Beast" was a real thing, just a story the locals made up as something to explain the missing people at the lake. But everyone believes in The Beast of Crystal Lake. One night, you were all in the lounge playing games and doing some reading when from out of the woods a strange Howl echoes through the night. "Did you hear that?" One asked, "Yeah, what is that?" Your best friend asked. "Sounded like a wolf."There's no wolves out here." Billy said, "Maybe there are." You said. "That didn't sound like any animal I've heard." Barb said. "That was his Howls we heard." A voice said right beside the fireplace. "That was The Beast." He continued as he turned off the lights to set the mood for the tale he was going to tell. "Oh, come on, Jared, you believe in that. It's just a story they tell to keep their kids to behave. Like The Boogeyman." Billy said as Jared got to the second to last light to turn off. "Well, there's a good reason for this story to keep us aware of what's out there." Jared continues as he leaves the lantern on the coffee table on.

"You see, everyone of Crystal Lake is aware of what happens here, and there's good reason." Jared starts the tale of The Beast, "A creature lives in these very woods, and anyone who goes in them do with caution cause they run into The Beast." "Oh come on." Tom said before he gotten shushed by Barb. "The Beast is said to be large when he's on all fours." Jared continues. "So it's a Bear case close." Billy interrupted, "No no, this is no Bear." Jared replied. "It has a sort of build like a bear, but it's more wolf like." You grabbed the blanket and hulled with Barb, "This Beast stands over 10 feet high. With sharp pointed teeth, crooked fangs stained pink from it previous killl." Jared continues as he walks around the group slowly. "The paws were massive, with big long claws, razor sharp, enough to rip someone open." Jared said as he scared Billy with the "claws" he was mimicking with one hand over the other. "From the reports of hunters coming into these woods are all the same. Especially the unique details of the Beast." Said Jared as he got back to where he was in the beginning when he started to tell the story. "Like what?" You asked him, "Well I mentioned the crooked teeth, but more too that than just that. One of its ears is pointing up while the other is small, floppy, and lower than the normal one." Jared said. "But the most important detail in every eye witness is the mask the beast wears." "A mask?"Andy said, "it's true, I'm not pulling your leg. Everyone has seen a mask on The Beast. Cause He hides his face both as a man and as a Beast." Jared continues. "Wait, you said He." Barb said."Is it a person?"She asked. "Yes, I did say He cause the beast has a name, that is well known in Crystal Lake." Jared said.

"His name is Jason. Jason Voorhees."

"Jason, was any other kid growing up here only he was born deformed. He had a big head from fluid built up and his ear smaller than the other. He was bullied from what he looked. He was a shunt in from that with this mother keeping him happy. One night, his mother discovered that her little boy was a monster." "Ok that was rude, Jared. It was his fault that he was born deformed." You said interrupted him. "I don't mean it like that way, Y/N. It was because she found him in his room, changed into his Beast self. " "Holy shit, that'd be terrifying for a parent to see their kid as." Billy said. "Jason's mother was definitely shocked seeing her boy like that. But she did what any mother would do if they see their child in distressed, she comfort him in his Beast self." Jared said. He continues the story, "One day, She was asked to be the cook of the Camp and was worried about leaving her boy home alone for most of the time at the camp. But the owners said that she could bring Jason to the camp as she works. She hoped that if she was really busy that the camp counselors would keep an eye on him. She didn't want him to go into the lake unsupervised in case he drowns." "I have a bad feeling about what's going to happen." Bard said to you.

Jared continued, "One infamous day at Camp Crystal Lake, Jason was being tormented by the other campers cause of his appearance and chased him out to the docks when they pushed him into the lake, He cried for help but no one came he managed to call out for his Mama before his head slipped under for the final time and never came back up. " "Barb, you called it." You said to her, "The search for Jason's body came empty-handed, and His mother devastated. That night, something happened that no one expected the two counselors that were supposed to be tasked with on keeping on Jason where founded murdered. The camp was closed after thar and kept like it till now. The Murders happened again, the one who done it was." "Jason?" Billy said, interrupting Jared. "His Mother, Mrs Voorhees." "Oh..." Billy now looking like idiot from blutting out. "Question, why would she do that?" Tom asked, "Well she wanted to keep the camp ground closed and no one opening it back up cause she knows that someone may do the same thing that cost those people's lives. Mrs Voorhees was decapitated by a would-be victim by her own weapon. Alice survived, but she mentioned the name of Jason when she was questioned about what happened. She recalled that someone or something was lurking through the woods and heard howls of something in the woods. She disappeared 4 years later, with a blood stain in her kitchen and a claw mark in the door frame." Jared finished. "Is he still around?" You asked when he finished, "Oh come on, there's no big wolf that stands on their hid legs that's crazy people's stuff." Tom replied to you, "Well, he may be out there. Angry, bloodthirsty as ever." Jared said as he picked up his drink. "So when you go to bed tonight, if yoy ear a noise. Whatever you do, dont look out the window."

"BECAUSE IT MIGHT BE JASON!!!!!"

Jared screamed as he threw his drink into the fire, causing the flames to grow big, scaring everyone in the cabin. Tom fell off the couch, Billy flinched from the flames, and you and Barb screamed from the scare. Jared laughed from the reaction from everyone cause the two boys to get pissed off that. "JESUS JARED WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO GIVE US A HEARTATTACK?!!" Billy shouted at him. "I think we should call it a night." Batb said as she got up from the couch, making her way around the couch to see if Tom was OK. "I agree, I'm going to my cabin." You said getting up to go walk to your cabin as the rest of your friends were going to do the same after the fright that Jared gave you.

Lying awake in bed as minutes tick by, you couldn't sleep. That story was still in your mind. "Jason sounds like a tragic guy than a villain." You thought to yourself as you try to get some sleep. You got up deciding that maybe some free air will help. You were far from your cabin as you stopped to look at the lake, the moonlight reflected on the calm surface of the lake, no ripples just still. You sat down as you thought about what happened to Jason. Did he really drowned? Or did he manage to get to shore and lived the rest of his life in the woods?

SNAP

A branch broke, right behind your back, you looked to see nothing. Must've been a Deer, you thought, and you looked back to the lake. Thinking you had enough air, you decided to walk back to your cabin. The tree branch breaking was pushed to the back of your mind as you walked back. You thought to yourself about what happened and what the morning will bring. The sounds of twigs crunching from a distance got you looking back to the woods. That must be a Deer, but why would Deer still be awake at this time? A low growl came from the woods. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It sounded deep, and it sounded near from where you stood. That's definitely not a Deer. You started to pick up the pace of your walking speed as whatever is Stalking through the woods, the trees rustled from something big in the trees as you looked to where the camp ground was. You looked back to see if the trees were shaking, you slammed full force into a figure that stood between you and your friends.

You stared at a gaint beast from the ground, a makeshift mask fitted over the muzzle as crooked fangs stuck out as the beast huffed and puffed. The Mane was thick around the neck with one ear floppy on its head as sharp claws were at its side on large paws. You were staring up at The Beast of Crystal Lake. It was Jason Voorhees in the flesh wearing a large coat made out of various pieces of materials stitched together to cover his large form. You were in fear of what he was going to do to you. He started to sniff you, your scent, you held your breath, hoping for it to end. You didn't know how long he was there cause you blacked out from holding your breath too long.

You woken right at your cabin door. Did you dream about that encounter and sleep walked? You noticed a flower that lay right beside you. It wasn't a dream. You wondered why he spared you from his rage all day. You questioned about it, was it because you stand out from the rest of your friends? Your question was answered when another little gift was on your doorstep and a familiar figure in the light of your cabin.

Jason wanted to say hello as himself.

#Fridaythe13th #jason vorhees x reader #jasonvoorhees #werewolf #werewolfau

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 2 years

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hate to see your heart break

steve harrington x reader

summary: tired of seeing eddie lead you on, steve has to decide if he wants to confess his feelings to you.

warnings: unrequited love, pinning, eddie being kinda shitty. drinking. cursing. a/n: 3.6k. eddie's "involvement" in chrissy's death is not canon in this story.

paramore: hate to see your heart break

The lights flickered, metal pipe in your hand as a someone touched your shoulder; fingers gripping your shoulder back to a safer distance. Your lungs filled with cold air, nerves so wrecked, your bottom lip was shivering as the monster showed its face. Fear gripped you frozen for a mere second before you heard someone calling your voice and courage blossomed from the pits of your stomach – you fought harder than you ever could or would ever again.

There was no other way to make it home then to fight and with Steve Harrington at your side; you never felt braver.

….

“I need eggs…”

“There’s some in the fridge.”

“Can I use this milk too?”

Steve glanced up from the magazine he was reading, elbow prompted up against the kitchen counter. He nodded and went back to his reading, annoyed that you were in his kitchen making a birthday cake for Eddie. It wasn’t like he disliked the young man – hell, he had been in the fight last year too. He was part of the group now, but that didn’t mean Steve had to enjoy whatever the two of you had going on. He glanced up from a JCPenney advertisement and stared at you; watching as you read the directions off the cake mix box. Your eyes were heavy with thought, and he wondered why you even bothered. Eddie had been so nonchalant about the feelings you had for him, and you had been fine with the way he was stringing you along. Robin had advised Steve to keep his mouth shut, especially after the comment he had made about you being Eddie’s little puppy. He now cringed at the memory of the hurt on your face and sighed, asking if you needed help.

“You can bake?”

“No,” he laughed, closing the magazine. He walked around the kitchen counter and stood beside you, plucking the box out of your hand. You stared up at him, amused as his eyebrows rose as he read the directions. “Eggs, milk, butter…okay, doesn’t seem too complicated. How do you…preheat an oven?”

“Hopeless.”

Steve laughed and dipped his forehead against your shoulder; you never minded his constant nearness, the two of you had been close since the summer of the mall incident. He was constantly flinging an arm around your shoulder, picking lint off your clothes, or resting his head on you every chance he got. Even after Eddie and you…well, you weren’t sure what Eddie and you were. The two of you hooked up off and on for last few months, and he was always saying how much he liked having you around, but there was never an official talk about your relationship status – and when Steve was around, Eddie never batted an eye at the way he was constantly all over you. Maybe he just saw it as the two of you being close friends….

“Should we call Robin over?”

“Yeah,” you smiled and pushed Steve off, who groaned but went straight to the landline. You listened as he dialed Robin’s number and asked for her, staring down at the cake mix as he explained your dire situation. It was Eddie’s 21st birthday and he was throwing a kickback at his trailer; he proclaimed you were his special guest and begged for you to bake him a cake. Like the sucker you were when it came to him, you said yes.

“…for Eddie, yea. Okay, thanks.” Steve hung up and returned to the kitchen, a soft smile on his handsome face. “I’m going to go get her, want to come for a ride?”

“Actually, I’m going to walk over to my house real fast.”

Steve noticed the drained look in your eyes but just smiled, grabbing his keys off the counter. He motioned for you to follow, and you did, and when he locked the front door behind him, he asked if you were okay. The afternoon sun was covered by clouds and Steve wanted nothing more than to tell you to screw the cake and Eddie’s party, but he kept his mouth shut.

“I’m just tired…”

“…sure you’re up for a rager tonight?”

“Can’t miss his birthday, he begged me for a cake.”

Steve’s jaw clutched but he nodded, giving your shoulder a little squeeze before excusing himself. He promised to be back in ten and you agreed, crossing his lawn to the driveway of your family’s home. Steve turned on the ignition and watched as you walked into your house, cursing Eddie before backing out of the driveway.

….

“He’s such an asshole.”

“Agree, but technically they aren’t even together.”

“Don’t try to be the goddamn voice of reason, Robin. I don’t need that shit right now.”

Robin made a face but apologized. “She’s going to get tired of him dragging her around eventually, you just have to hold out.”

“What for? She obviously is into him; I don’t stand a chance and it – it really pisses me off that he treats her like that.” Steve gripped the steering wheel. “He has her baking him a birthday cake, but I guarantee you tonight at the party, he’s going to completely ignore her like he always does.”

“I know, I hate seeing her like that. I thought she was smarter – “

“-Robin,” he warned, and she sighed.

“You’re right, I guess sometimes we can’t help who we like. Maybe you can just swoop in and make her realize Eddie’s wrong for her? Girls like that – knight in shining armor crap.”

Defeated, Steve shrugged as he pulled in front of his house. He turned off the car and saw you waiting on his porch, Robin looked to him with an empathetic smile. “Come one,” he said quietly. “Let’s go help her bake that cake.”

….

The trailer was rimmed with people, mostly Eddie’s friends slash clients. Members of Corroded Coffin where they, as well as some of the younger kids evident by their bikes parked in front of the Mayfield’s lawn. You were happy to not see Lady Applejack’s bike outside the trailer; you would have sent her straight home.

“What was he thinking inviting the kids.”

Steve glanced over at you, platter in hand; the cake was a success. It was chocolate, as Eddie requested, pink sparkles added by Robin. You had written happy birthday on it with little white hearts all over the top, it made Steve’s stomach turn but he said nothing on the drive over to the Munson’s residence. He helped you up the stairs and threw the keys to Robin, who was late getting out of the car.

“Lock up, slowpoke,” he teased, hand on your back as he reached for the screen door. Steve looked to you and agreed on the kids. “I better not catch Henderson drinking…”

The thought made your stomach turn and when the two of you walked in, music blasted free into the air, and you quickly searched around for Eddie. Instead, you heard the familiar nicknames the kids had for Steve and you.

“Mom and Dad are here!”

Dustin waved from the couch, packed next to him was Lucas, Max and Mike. Your eyes went straight to the beer in Max’s hand and Steve groaned, telling you to take the cake to the kitchen and that he’d handle the young girl. Leaving Steve to deal with the underage drinking, you pushed past folks in band tees and ripped jeans, finding Eddie in the kitchen. He was leaned against the counter, beer in hand and in conversation with a guy you recognized from some of CC’s gigs. Eddie’s eyes went from his friend to you, and he grinned, placing the beer down to gawk at the cake in your hand.

“Oh, God, that looks delicious! Thank you, princess,” he cooed, taking the platter from your hand. He placed it on the counter and moved you towards his friend, hand on your back. He introduced you as a really cool chick and it made you wince. “She’s a total babe too.”

He kissed your cheek and your stomach dropped, eyes moving to the opening of the kitchen to where Steve stood; he nodded to Eddie and asked where the beer was. Eddie leaned into your side and whispered into your ear if you could fetch “Harrington a drink? Beers in the cooler in the living room, thanks babes.”

You stared at Eddie as he turned back to his friend, utterly confused by his passive nature towards you. Steve, witnessing the whole exchange, rolled his eyes and looked to Eddie. “I asked you, dipshit.”

The loud music drowned out Steve’s voice and you said it was fine, turning Steve around back toward the living room. He placed an arm around your shoulder and lead you back to where the others were; Robin had joined the younger kids on the couch. You found the cooler containing the beer and grabbed two, giving Max a disappointing look as you popped open the can. She diverted her eyes and Dustin grinned, asking how his two parents where today.

“Shut it, Henderson,” Steve snapped; shocked, you placed a hand on his arm. He relaxed and apologized to the kid, asking him to move over. The couch was completely stacked, so Steve patted the arm rest, and you sat down beside him. You drank the beer as everyone conversed, the kitchen in perfect view. Eddie was still talking to his friend, and you watched as he laughed, bounced around and finished off his drink. You felt a warm hand on your back and stared down; Steve’s gaze met yours and you shrugged, dipping your head back to down the rest of the alcohol. He kept his hand on your back, fingers rubbing up and down, just as soothing as the beer.

People were drinking and dancing, most where in their own conversations shrewd around the living room; eventually, you loosened up and joined in the conversation among your friends. Steve’s hand eventually moved away from you and a strange feeling of disappointment washed over you. Ignoring it, you listened to Robin’s story about a customer at Family Video and everyone was engaged, laughing – even you, until your eyes moved back to the kitchen.

The laughing faded into the background as you watched Eddie smiling at chick you didn’t recognize. She was standing in front of him, and he was nodding at whatever she was saying, her hand on his shoulder. His eyes were glossy, and you knew the look, recognized that eager expression. He had given you that seductive smile so many times, expressing how much he needed you, how good you made him feel. It was sickening to see him with those puppy dog eyes on someone else. Your lungs felt like they were about to drown and all you could do was get up from the couch’s arm rest. Robin paused her story and Steve’s eyes followed you out the trailer. He gave his friend a confused shrug until he looked over into the kitchen – and saw what you had.

Eddie drooling over some chick.

“Fuck,” Steve muttered, handing over his beer to Dustin. He didn’t even care if the kid drank it or not, he was too busy thinking about how hard he was going to punch Eddie, but Robin blocked him. Dustin, Lucas, and Mike stood quiet, oblivious to what was going on, but Max stood up too.

“Don’t.” She warned Steve, nodding to the door. “You should go talk to her.”

“Knight in shining amor, remember,” Robin pointed out, dissolving all the anger Steve was feeling. The girls were right, he could give two shits about Eddie – he only cared about you. He wanted to be there for you and had loved you from a distance for a long time now, but above all of that – he just hated seeing your heart break. Composing himself, he thanked his friends and pushed his way out of the trailer. The night had come over the town and he had to squint in the dark to find you sitting outside of Max’s trailer. He took a deep breath before sauntering over to you, trying to think of what he was going to say but couldn’t get a word out when he saw tears in your eyes.

Embarrassed, you laughed. “I’m pathetic.”

Steve relaxed and took a seat next to you. He reached a thumb over and wiped away a stray tear. “Eh, we’re all kinda of pathetic.”

His casual nature made you smile and when he offered up his shoulder, you took it, resting your head upon it. Your bodies in close proximity kept the two of you warm in the cold and after a few minutes, you sighed. “I know Eddie isn’t interested in me beyond hooking up.”

Steve tried to hide his disgust at the nature of Eddie using you for sex, because it had been your choice as well – he couldn’t really fault either of you, but he was jealous. Not of the physicality of your relationship with Munson, but the fact that you chose to be so vulnerable to him. Eddie had been given the gift of having your enamored gaze on him, a look Steve had been haunted by every night as he placed his head down to rest. He hated seeing you so in love with someone who couldn’t reciprocate, dragging you around like a plaything. Even if he couldn’t have you, Steve still wanted you to be happy.

“He should be a man and tell you straight out, instead of dragging you around like- “

“- like a lost little puppy.” Guilt riddled Steve and he apologized but you moved away from him and told him there was no need to apologize. “It’s true, I know this. I just – have you ever wanted someone you knew could never want you?”

“Yeah,” he laughed, mostly for his own benefit. His fingers ran through his hair, and he sighed – holding his breath for a moment before deciding to be brave like you were the night you fight off a Demogorgon. “See, I’ve been in love with this girl for a while now.”

“What girl?” Your heart raced, trying to remember him talking about a girl but you would have known. He would have told you – you were his best friend, after all. The thought dried your throat, and your nerves shook as he laughed again.

“She’s amazing,” he let out a whistle and a pang of jealous smacked you in the heart, and you weren’t sure why… “…smart, funny, kind – but there’s a slight problem. She’s in love with someone else – I guess, a friend of mine, if you could call him that…”

Your initial thought was Nancy. “I thought you were over Wheeler?”

Steve stared, dumbfounded by your completely lack of connection and he cackled. You stared at him, confused and annoyed that he was laughing at you; you smacked his arm and he pretended to be offended, rubbing at his arm. “That’s definitely going to be a bruise, genius.”

“You’re so annoying, I’m going home,” you declared, pushing up off the steps. Steve panicked for a second before reaching for your elbow, bringing you back down. Plopping down, your body relaxed under his touch and the two of you sat quietly – neither of you saying word until Steve cleared d his throat and released your elbow.

“Remember that night at Byers? I was fucking terrified,” he remembered, dipping his head to stare up at the stars. Your looked to him, eyes going to his throat; his scars from the demobats were slightly faded now, but the pain of almost losing him had stayed with you. When Steve had been taken under the water, you jumped in after him, the others followed and when you had arrived to see him being strangled to near death – something came over you. You ripped the bats off him with your bare hands, Eddie had a habit of noting how hot it was during your hook ups, but you weren’t thinking about how attractive you were looking in that moment. No, all you could think about was how you couldn’t lose Steve – you downright refused because he was your best friend. He was the one person who could sooth away any worry with just a simple touch; he was the one that was constantly there for you…

“I remember you standing next to me,” he recalled quietly, you just stared, heart racing. “I was still hung up on Nancy, but for a split second, I was terrified of losing you more than her. Which was ridiculous since you had always been ‘Nancy’s friend’.”

It was true, Nancy had been one of your closest friends in high school and while Steve had been an annoyance in your life then, you had always had a soft spot for him. Never understanding why, you just gravitated towards him, but it was platonic, even after they broke up. Even after getting a job at the mall and seeing him everyday during your lunch break.

“I didn’t understand it then,” Steve finally looked at you, eyes a bit sad. He reached for the lapel of your jacket and chuckled. “I guess I always pretended to be annoyed with you back then, because I really did care about Nance. I thought she was the one I wanted, but…”

Your mind becomes flooded with all the small moments the two of you have shared – the little looks across the cafeteria table that felt like they meant nothing, because they weren’t supposed to. All the times you walked into the ice cream shop to bug Steve and Robin, and the smile on his face every time you asked for a free sample. The pained look on his face when he cursed at the Russian soldier who slapped you hard. The rides to drop off Robin at school, listening to music and giving her love advice – the movies he’d bring over to your place, so the two of you could watch and fall asleep on the couch. Every touch on your back, every lingering touch that brought warmth to your body, and a sense of security.

“The girl you’re in love with…” you couldn’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, afraid of a rejection that would hurt far worse than Eddie’s. Your heart pounded and the air felt like it would freeze you inside out, and then Steve sat up, and touched your cheek with his hand.

That familiar warmth enveloped you.

“…it’s you, you got to know that. The girl is you.”

His words are quiet, echoing in your ears and all he can do is stare, doing his best to analyze your reaction. Your heart slowly relaxes and all you can do is apologize. Steve’s hand falls from your face and you realize he thinks he is being rejected.

You grabbed his hand and hold it tightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner, I think deep down, I was afraid I’d lose you for good.”

Steve shook his head and immediately pulled you closer, his arms held your face in place, and he leaned in for a kiss. His lips on yours shocked your senses because you never in your life thought Steve Harrington would be kissing you or that it would feel like something you never had experienced.

Love.

Real love.

Kissing him back, the two of you held onto each other’s faces until he finally pulled away and laughed. “It took you long enough.”

You laughed and embraced him, arms around his neck. He cradled you then, your chin on his shoulder as he rubbed his hands up and down your back. The music from the trailer grew louder and the two of you turned to see Robin and the kids leaving the party. Steve helped you to your feet and flung his arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his side. The two of you stood on the porch of the Mayfield’s trailer, watching as your friends grew closer.

Steve glanced over to you, and you looked at him.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, the truth spilling out so naturally. He grinned, ear to ear, and gave Robin a knowing glance when she approached. She grinned and Max smiled, asking if anyone wanted to watch a movie.

“I stole some beers from the cooler,” she smirked, and Steve frowned, demanding for her to hand them it over. She obliged begrudgingly, taking them out of her coat pockets. The boys followed her into the house, arguing about what movie to watch and Robin plucked a beer from Steve’s arms, looking your way.

“Eddie was looking for you.” Steve gave her a look and Robin shrugged. “I told him you two left together. Want to know what he said?”

“No,” you laughed, the thought of Eddie looking for you was hilarious now. How stupid you had been to think he could ever care about you and even more foolish to think you thought you cared about him. Eddie was a good friend, but he was never what you truly wanted. He was a distraction because you were afraid to go for what your heart desired – Steve.

“Good answer,” Robin grinned.

Steve rolled his eyes and told her to get inside. When she disappeared into the trailer, Steve handed over a beer and the two of you opened them up. He held his can towards you.

“Happy birthday to Eddie.”

Laughing, you clinked the can against his. “To Eddie.”

Steve took a long sip before pulling you in for a sweet kiss, until a parade of ‘ew, gross’ came from the open window near the door. Rolling his eyes, Steve barked for the kids to shut up, but a smile appeared on his face that remained there for the rest of the night.

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asteroidtroglodyte · 1 year

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Look, I’m just saying, maybe the real Monsters were the friends we made along the way…

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ashes-writing-corner · 7 months

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Yall getting spoiled today cause here i am updating a little over a whole 24 hours later!

Ghosts That We Knew- 2

Ellie was very much aware something else was in the house. She didn't actually know to call them someone or something, as they had been a person before and well, they retained the shape of a person. She had taken to calling the entity Skull Face, but kept it mostly to herself. Her mom thought it was just the name of an imaginary friend, or something along those lines.

That was until the night of the freak out. Ellie had woken up to the entity in her room, looming over her bed like a hulking shadow. The skull faced entity was pink in the light of her nightlight, but it could easily be misconstrued as red. Ellie watched Skull Face for all of two seconds before shooting up in bed and screaming for her mother.

The entity was taken aback of course, its own dark eyes widening in surprise and, dare she believe it, a little bit of fear. But that fear was quick to turn to what briefly flashed to sorrow and then to anger.

And a ghost's anger held immense power.

Power that he, only having been dead for a little over a year, had little control over.

His anger manifested into thrown objects such as books, little art supplies, and a knocked over lamp. Her curtains tore under his rage, and only when You ran in to protect your little girl did he realize what he had done.

He could've hurt Ellie.

The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt someone, much less a little child whose only crime was being afraid. She had a right to be. He didn't have a place in her world. Watching you shield your daughter, much like his mother had tried to do for him and his brother against his father, killed his intense rage almost as soon as it started.

Clarity hit him like a truck as everything stopped. He only manifested for a few seconds before stepping through the wall of the girl's room and into the hall.

Back to the closet, where he belonged.

He was a monster in their eyes. He had been stupid to think that either of them would want anything to do with him. His intention wasn't to harm, but he had no way of telling them that. He didn't have a voice anymore, at least not one YOU could hear.

Ellie on the other hand could. Children and animals were more susceptible to supernatural entities. Some children could speak to spirits, hear their voices, and Noelle was one of them.

But what good was that when she was afraid? He didn't fault the little girl for her fear, but it was frustrating. He wanted to be heard, known, and…well…maybe cared for by these two. Something in him saw what he had been missing when he watched you two bake, play, and spend time together.

Hindsight was a real bitch when you were no longer living. As a ghost, he had a higher sense of self awareness that he had lacked as a living man. He had wasted his life trying to solve the world's problems. Not by himself, of course, but still it was his calling. But in the end, the pressure of that calling had destroyed him and no one had been there to stop his destruction. This world that he tried so hard to make better had turned its back on him in those final days…

It broke his heart, quite literally.

Then you started to talk to him. How strange was it that homemade miniature dinner rolls and a simple cell phone could bring two strange people together? He couldn't eat the rolls, but he appreciated that you thought of him anyway. And he didn't mind sharing, as you made them anyway. If anything, he now felt like an intruder despite this apartment being his home for a long time.

He watched as you worked on the blueberry muffins you had promised, head cocked. He wondered if you were a baker by trade. Your phone was on the counter, close to where he had his head laying on his arms.

Trade?

The word came through clear on your phone and you nearly jumped.

"Oh shit!" You laughed a little after your initial fright, "well…good morning to you too. What do you mean by trade?".

Baker? Trade?

"Are you asking if I'm a baker by trade?" You asked.

Affirmative.

You rolled your eyes. "Seriously, you don't have to use military words with me. I got that enough from my partner before…yeah" you shook your head, "but to answer your initial question, no I'm actually not a baker by trade. I just have a passion for it, and someday I wanna open my own bakery slash Cafe kinda thing".

He could see you doing that. If you have a passion for something, why not use it to do something good? It was better than what he had wasted his life on. The smell of muffins baking hit his nose, and Ghost swore he could smell everything she was putting into them. All the while you hummed softly and prepared to make a blueberry frosting to go with them.

Sorry.

The word came through on your phone and you looked up. “For what?”

Last night. Mess.

“Oh! The room…Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of it before she’s out. Just, try not to have another freak out like that, okay? That lamp’s gonna be hard to replace. I thought of getting her a fish tank too, since I know she loves fish”.

Help.

“You wanna help?”

Off-yes.

You chuckled. “Caught yourself I see. I guess even ghosts aren’t perfect”.

Far from.

“I don’t know if there’s really anything you can do right now. Just hope things don’t get too crazy now. She’s really aware of you. I think she has been since we moved in”.

She has.

“Ah so the theories are all right. Kids can see ghosts”.

Some.

“And animals?”

Yes.

“Hm…interesting. What is it like? You know, to be dead and all that?”

There was a pause, as Ghost had to take a moment to think. He didn’t want to make it seem like a good thing or a bad thing. Death was still taboo to talk about, as people weren’t meant to think too much on their own mortality. The brain wasn’t built to process it. So he went with possibly a neutral term for it.

Enlightening.

“Oh…Yeah I can imagine so. But hey, you get to see what the world becomes at least. That’s probably my biggest hang up about death, if I’m being honest” you admitted.

That was true, but on that same note there was nothing he could do to stop it from going in the wrong direction. It already was before he died, and he had a feeling things were only going to get worse. For now, Ghost was content that you and Ellie were his world. He watched as you made the frosting for the muffins, head on his arms once again, just keeping his eyes on you. He didn’t recall muffins having frosting. That was more like a cupcake.

Cupcake…

The phone sounded, making you smile a bit. You were almost afraid that Ghost had gone back to that closet. You shrugged a shoulder.

“I…like to mix the two. I think a little icing or frosting on muffins is pretty good. Ellie proposed the idea when she was like four I think. My partner thought it was weird, but they came around to it. Now, it just stuck. Trust me, once you go icing or frosting on muffins, you don’t go back” you said with a confident grin.

But then you remembered that he couldn’t eat them and mentally kicked yourself. Surely this whole thing was just going to upset him…You looked down and away at your phone.

“I’m sorry. I feel like I’m again rubbing your nose in it. I wish there was a way I could get you to taste it. Do…do ghosts even have senses?”

We do.

“So could you technically taste this?” you asked, cocking your head.

No.

“But you just said-”

Taste. None.

“So you don’t have all of them? Gods that’s terrible. Well I know you can hear, you can touch-”.

No. Texture.

“Oh I get it. You can grab things but you can’t feel them. Like the texture of them. Okay…” you held your arm out in front of you, “Maybe I can feel you, touch my arm”.

Ghost raised a brow. He wasn’t sure how you’d respond, and physical touch wasn’t his thing. He moved away feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Ghost?”

No.

“Oh alright. I just wanted to see, sorry if I upset you. So you can hear. You can see, obviously. But you can’t taste, and touch only half works sorta-kinda-ish. Got it” You looked thoughtful, “I’m assuming speech is iffy as well”.

Varies.

“I have a theory that maybe I’ll be able to hear you as time goes along. Maybe I just need to be a little more in tune with you”.

Maybe.

The timer went off for the muffins and you got a mitten out to take them. “Gods they smell amazing…Wait, can you smell too?”

Yes.

“Huh…gods that’s gotta suck. You can smell but you can’t taste? Maybe that’s how the ghost body compensates?” you set the muffins down and got out a cooling rack for them, “Still, that’s kinda a shitty trade off if you ask me”.

Agreed. Makes sense.

“Hm, no you’re right, it does. ‘Cause ghosts don’t digest things, it only makes sense. See? I’m already becoming in tune with you! And it’s not even been a full twenty four hours yet” you chuckled and got everything out to frost the muffins.

He watched you from his spot on the counter. Your tongue poked out of the corner of your mouth as you concentrated on making them look nice. He recalled doing the same thing when he was focused on a task. When they were done you presented one to your new ghost friend.

"And voila! Blueberry muffins, my way" you chuckled, "that makes me think of a joke".

Share.

"What do you call a sad strawberry?"

What?

"A blueberry".

There was a quiet before you swore you heard a softly spoken "boo" close by.

"Okay yeah I'll admit that was lame, but your reaction was berry rude" you grinned.

Ghost facepalmed. He wanted to hit his head on the counter because one that was lame, but two he walked right into it.

Fucking hell.

You laughed at his reaction. "Look, you walked or like, floated, into that, okay? You set yourself up for that".

Oddly enough, having this strange entity around was proving to be beneficial. You hadn't laughed genuinely this much in a long time. Sure you laughed at silly things you or Ellie did, but it wasn't every day someone else enjoyed your particular brand of humor. You munched away on a muffin, happily enjoying the warm silence that embraced you. You let out a soft breath and looked down the hall towards Ellie's room.

"I gotta clean that up soon. Then, I gotta work on orders" you noted aloud.

Orders.

"Yeah, I have a client ordering some chocolate truffles that I gotta make. I also make the boxes they come in" you answered with a proud smile.

Crafty.

"I've always wanted to do something involving creativity with my life. Baking started out as a coping mechanism and a sort of retrain of my brain, and now it's what I do".

Ghost was curious about that. Baking as a coping mechanism? He probably should've thought of that. Better than keeping all those negative emotions in like he had…

Coping mechanism?

You nodded. "I was never actually taught how to cook. My…my stepmother used cooking as a punishment. Apparently I didn't do enough up to her standards, so she added a day for me to cook, despite never having taught me. I'd try to make something and if she didn't like it, she wouldn't eat it, and then I'd feel guilty for that cause she couldn't eat a lot because of some surgery or other she had. I swear that woman was addicted to going under the knife".

That seemed like a horrible idea to Ghost. Cooking was an essential skill, not a punishment. And guilt tripping your kid when the food wasn't up to your standards, when you didn't help them, really was just the final nail in the coffin. You didn't deserve that, no matter how old you had been at the time.

What made it worse was your heart condition. That stress could not have been healthy.

Bitch.

"Yeah…that she was. I mean she sorta tried to teach me to cook, but any time I'd screw something up or volunteer to help she'd get shitty with me so I stopped until I had no choice. My dad helped as much as he could, but honestly the man was completely whipped by his wife" you rolled your eyes.

This felt oddly better than therapy, venting to a ghost. He didn't seem to judge, just more than willing to let you vent. What happened to you wasn't okay. He watched you munch happily on a muffin, curious as to how you got into baking.

How?

You raised a brow. “Hm? How what?”

Baking.

That damn device did not pick up well on what he was trying to say. Ghost tried again.

How…did…baking…

This was frustrating. He hated struggling to get his message through. You were so patient though and caught on rather quickly.

“How’d I get into baking?” You figured it out, “Well a combination of my partner and watching a lot of baking videos on youtube. They gave me the confidence I needed to get back in the kitchen and make stuff. I’m not the best cook admittedly but I’m still learning. But I started baking cause well, I have a pretty bad sweet tooth. That, and I wanted to surpass my stepmother in skill in that. It was the one thing she didn’t ruin for me. My partner encouraged me in my ambitions and my dream to make a successful business. Yeah, she tried to do that too, but it didn’t work out”.

Fail.

“Yep, it failed hard. But…that’s enough trauma dumping for today” You finished the muffin and looked toward the little muffin you had moved in his direction, “Still wanna help clean up?”

Yes.

You grinned. “Well then…let’s get to work”.

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