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sidthedollface2 · 9 months

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Third Love

Ch 1 La Dama

Pairing: Eddie x Mexican Female Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: Eddie tries to win over your affection and use you in hopes of getting signed to your dads record company. There's just one problem. Your situationship and a heartbreaking past that threatens to expose the darker side of you.

CW: MDNI 18+ Nightmares, mental illness, smut (p in v, bjs) Modern au Eddie, fuckboy Eddie. Spanish words. Reader with other man (not cheating). I gave you a cute lil nickname cuz youre a sweetie. 🍑

Prologue

"What's her name?" Eddie asked, flipping through his phone, swiping right on the dating app he was currently in, not once looking up at his bandmate. "They call her Peach." Gareth voiced sitting down on the chair next to Eddie, nervously picking the skin around his nails. "Does she have a fat ass?" Eddie questioned, eyebrow arched with a dimpled grin, now swiping left. Shaking his head Gareth continued. "I don't know man, Her uh.. her dads in the business though." Eddie smirked as he looked up from his phone. A sly smile graced his face, thinking of all the ways he could weasel his way into your social circle and finally get the band a record deal. "Don't even think about it Ed, she's not like that. And neither are you, especially after New York." Eddie scoffed and stared at the man before him, eyes burning a hole through Gareth's forehead. Eddie had a reputation for being a bad boy, always getting into trouble or being at the wrong place at the wrong time. He had an even worse reputation with women. After he broke off things with Becky he'd use women any chance he got and not even gracing them with a call back.

Maybe he was still bitter for what had transpired between them but to Eddie right now a hole was a hole. "What's that supposed to mean asshole?" Gareth huffed, and kicked his feet up on the coffee table, twisting the copper cap off his beer. "Look man, I know how it goes. I get your still pissed about she who shall not be named, but you can't just fuck everything that moves." It was true. Eddie had gotten the routine down to a T. Saturday nights He'd play his Warlock with all the passion and desire one would when trying to make it big. Large strong hands flying swifty over the neck of his sweetheart, Strong fingers holding his pick and gliding over the strings for each chord played beautifully and to perfection. His hair thrashed back and forth as he bounced and swayed feeling the music and energy of the crowd. He'd then scan the front row and pick his favorite out of the screaming groupies. He didn't have a preference on what they looked like or how they acted "the sluttier the better" he had once told Gareth. He knew the minute he was done with them he'd never call or see them again.

One wide smile and wink from Eddie was all it took for the busty blonde to follow him backstage. Within 5 min he'd have her bent over in the back of his van. Hands grabbing the plush of blondies backside while he thrusted deep within her. Every forceful thrust resulting in muffled moans and cries from the slut beneath him. Once he was done he'd toss them their clothes and shoo them on their merry way. He never gave out his number and tossed every number that was given to him. He wasn't looking for a relationship, he just wanted to get his dick wet on the daily. "Yeah, well those girls are sluts, what makes Peach so different?" Gareth stood up from the couch and paced the living room throwing his arms up in frustration. "Have you even been listening to me?!! Her dad is CEO of Twisted Records in Los Angeles! Thats what makes her different! She has connections!! Real fucking connections." Gareth stopped in front of Eddie and looked at him like something else was on his mind. "Go one spit it out" waving a hand in front of Gareth signaling him to continue. "My buddy Nick is having a party and she's gonna be there. We gotta go man. That's our way in." Eddie thought the name sounded familiar. Rubbing the stubble on his chin he stood up and walked to the cupboards, reaching for his salted pretzels and popping a few into his awaiting mouth. "Are you talking about Nick from Glass House? Holy shit are they trying to get signed too?" Taking a sip of his beer Gareth nodded his head in confirmation." Yeah apparently the lead singer Sebastian has the same idea we do." Eddie scoffed at this information, both boys acknowledged that if Glass House was also trying to get signed they needed to act fast.

Eddie intended to sweep you off your feet before Sebastian could even try. He hoped that by Saturday Night he'd have you so cock drunk you wouldn't be able to stay away from him therefore being a shoe in with your dad and landing him and the rest of Corroded Coffin a record deal. Little did Eddie know that getting you to fall for him was going to be much harder than he thought, considering it had been less than a year since your attack.

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By the time you were released from the hospital all your belongings from your childhood home had been moved into a smaller, more secluded area with 24/7 security and advanced motion sensors in place. It was your decision to continue working, trying to busy the chaos that took place in your mind. Your dad had told you it wasn't necessary and he only wanted you to heal and get the medical help you desperately needed.

Currently your mental state was hanging by a thread as the events from that tragic night often played in your mind. Your mother brought you into this world and you held her tightly to your chest as she took her final breaths. The heartache and pain are sometimes unbearable, but you find solace in knowing you said your goodbyes. She didn't pass alone and for that you're grateful, the wounds caused by her death scab over, only to rip back open at any given time.

Sleep wasn't enjoyable like it once was, leaving too much stillness only brought the pain from the inside to the outside. You can't remember if the screams from your nightmares were hers or your own but you find yourself locked in your bathroom, hugging yourself tightly, rocking back and forth with your tear stained face pressed against your knees."You didn't show me how to live without you. I. I. Miss you so much. I can't do this. I can still see your face. I needed more time." Hiccuping sobs escape your trembling lips, saddened words spoken to the cold tile of your bathroom floor where the only form of comfort felt were your own arms tightly wrapped around your shins.

"Mija estás bien?" The knock at the door startles you, the worried voice of your dad has you blinking back tears.

"It's me, I'm coming in." He announces, as the handle turns and his large frame fills the space in the bathroom. His eyes are wet, clearly terrified at the state his daughter is in. Not used to giving comfort when needed he breaks that cultural norm and envelopes your trembling body in a tight hug that only loving fathers know how to give. "No puedes vivir con este dolor hija, dame lo a mí." Your dad cried on that floor with you, begging to release all your pain onto him, he was strong enough to carry it for the both of you. Sleep came easily that night, and soon enough you found that rest became better with someone else.

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Friday

Being the VP of A&R your work consists of mostly networking, which usually means attending live music events. Concerts, open mics, festivals, and private music industry events. Something you were able to do in the comfort of your home was review a long list of demos and toggle through multiple social media accounts, looking and listening for the next big hit. Staying home was no longer an option, if your dad was going to pass the company down to you you needed to be out there, socializing with producers, meeting potential talent and becoming the strong fierce woman your mother taught you to be. Making genuine friends and relationships has always been hard for you. Did they value your friendship as much as you did or were you just a stepping stone to further their career. Were all your relationships one sided? Did they fall for you or did they trip you only to step on your back and reach for that record deal dangling in your dads hands. One thing for sure, every interaction was to be met with skepticism. Everyone you met wanted a hand in the cookie jar, and since witnessing ur moms death, it had changed everything. Life was fragile and at any moment it could be taken from you. The urge to find your forever person lay heavy on your heart, cement walls built so high it would take one man a lifetime to claw his way through. Maybe seeing your parents' love cut short made you crave arms to hold you at your worst, tender soft kisses and gentle hands. Whispers of sweet nothings only for your ears to hear. Although the man laying behind you held you tight to his chest and caressed every inch of your body with soft slow strokes it wasn't enough because he wanted something from you, just like they all did.

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A mumbled "morning" breaches the man's lips as he nuzzles his head in the crease of your neck inhaling the floral scent of your shampoo. Your eyes slowly adjust to the sun peeking through. Checking the time you quickly jolt up frantically searching for your clothes. "Nooo kitten, stay in bed." Missing your warmth next to him he pats the bed beckoning you back next to his side. "You weren't supposed to stay." You sigh quickly brushing your hair and gathering your purse for your meeting that you were going to be late to. Groaning the man stands and at 6ft 3 he towers over you concern laced in his eyes. " I thought we were over this? I just wanna be with you." Sebastian embraces you, gently gliding his hands up and down your arms. He places a kiss atop your head as he releases you. Lies. It's all lies. Sebastians been trying to be more than what you both were currently in. Him wanting to be exclusive and you keeping your heart guarded. Afraid that once his band was signed that he'd leave you, becoming just a distant memory and an inspiration for a break up song. You smile brightly, giving him a peck on the cheek and rushing out to your car, refusing to continue the conversation.

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You spend the next 14 hours meeting with managers, producers, future talent and settle any disputes between assistants and the current artists signed to the label. Utterly exhausted from your long day you find yourself knocking on Sebastian's front door. Ever since your Moms tragic passing you were too scared to sleep alone. Always opting for warm arms to keep you safe or the company of your best friend, who at the moment was out of town with the love of her life. Love, oh how you wished it would find you. No one ever spoke the words to you. Even if they did, you always feared that they had fallen in love with the idea of you or that you'd fall so hard and deep for them just for muttering those three words. Before Sebastian there were others but currently he offered peace to your troubled mind.

Opening the door Sebastian embraces you, placing a kiss on the crown of your head as he always does. Stepping aside he lets you into his home that he shares with his bandmates. Grabbing your soft small hand he leads you up the stairs to his bedroom. The room has a soft glow from the bedside lamp and his laptop is perched open on the desk. You notice Multiple instruments are scattered around the room and wonder if you interrupted his session. "Were you working?" You question pointing to the guitar laying on his bed. "Yeah, wanna hear it?" Sebastian smiles, gently removing his guitar so you could lay down. "It's not done yet but I'd love to know what you think." Snuggling under the covers you gesture for him to begin. It takes 2 minutes for his sultry voice to lure you to sleep and he takes this time to study all your features. His deep brown eyes record every scar, beauty mark and freckle that graces your beautiful face and wishes more than anything that you feel even an ounce of adoration he feels for you. Quietly he removes his shirt and cuddles close behind you. His bare chest to your clothed back and god he craves skin to skin contact. So he pulls you close, arm over the dip of your waist and settles for the warmth of his large hand caressing the smooth skin of your tummy. Nuzzling the curve of your neck he whispers "Stay till morning."

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Saturday

Eddie and Gareth had arrived at the party early, not wanting to miss out on the opportunity to see you in the flesh. He wondered if other bands were here to get noticed by you or if they were here for the groupies, which currently many had made their way through the door. Tired of gawking and looking like a creep he went inside in search of a restroom. Seeing as many more people had filled the inside of the house, hallways had narrowed and soon Eddie was bumping into people and excusing himself. Quickly rounding the corner to finally reach the restroom Eddie's arms shot out to prevent his crotch from grazing the plush of someones ass but it happened too fast and it was too late. Contact had been made and Eddies dick twitched at the sensation. You had dropped your phone and on the way to pick it up Eddie had accidently ran into your behind. Rough hands on your hips to prevent the collision was futile. Quickly removing his hands from your body Eddie apologized profusely. "Shit. Im so fucking sorry. I didn't see you and uh. I shouldn't have gra...."

Eddie froze because in that moment his heart skipped a beat, butterflies took flight within his stomach, and if angels were real he's sure you'd be their queen. Clearing his throat and extending his hand to you he introduced himself. "I'm Eddie." You giggled at the thought of telling him your name but you met his rough hand with your soft one anyway. "You can call me Peach."

"Of course it's Peach" Eddie smirked, given the manner in how you both met, hilarity ensued and you both were doubled over in laughter. Your laugh was so angelic he wished to hear it every morning as his wake up call, until someone cleared their throat.

"What's so funny?" Sebastian questioned looking down at Eddie while placing his arm around your shoulders, showcasing ownership of you. Eddie almost missed the way you tensed under Sebastian's arm and slightly leaned away. "Oh, this is Eddie, he just accidently bumped into me." You swallowed. "And Eddie, this is Sebastian." You look up to Sebastian gauging his reaction.

Both men looked each other up and down. Eddie was slighting shorter and more muscular while Sebastian was tall and lanky. Both had a similar style. Eddie wore jeans with rips in the kneecaps and his iconic Hellfire shirt while Sebastian had black slacks and a white t-shirt that displayed both his sleeves of tattoos. "Hmmm, do I know you from somewhere?" Sebastian asked, pulling you in closer to his side."Don't think so man." Which was a lie, Corroded Coffin and Glass House both played Battle of the Bands a few months back, it had been the first few shows they played in California.

"Yea actually I remember now." Wagging his finger toward Eddie Sebastian continued. "Battle of the bands. You were there with.... what was her name...oh Kelly!" Pulling his lips between his teeth Eddie looked down ashamed that he couldn't remember this Kelly girl. "Must have been a fling." He shrugged, placing both hands in his pockets and staring at you sheepishly. He knew Sebastian was trying to make him look bad in front of you. He wondered if you two were together and why you seemed to tense up around him.

"There's lots of girls here to satiate an appetite, just not this one." Sebastian countered, sensing his glares at Eddie, you placed your hand on his tummy signaling Sebastian to back off. "Eddie, it was nice meeting you, but I have some mingling to do, and I hope you enjoy the lovely ladies." You give a tight lipped smile and proceed to walk down the stairs with Sebastian at your side, when Eddies calloused hands from years of playing gently grab your hand from behind. Glancing down you see his thumb ghosting over your delicate fingers. A touch so tender and pure yet every neuron in your body buzzes with static, charging up to reach capacity just waiting to burst. Your gaze meets Eddie's eyes, and his pupils dilate in acknowledgement of the current traveling between you. Stunned by the shock he blinks back to reality and the words 'I'll see you around' escapes his lips. With a wink and wide smile he releases your hand and stares as you descend the remaining steps.

For the rest of the night Eddie watches you interact with guests. He observes how affectionate everyone is to you. Constantly getting hugged, different hands gripping your elbow or being placed on your shoulders. Men placing their hands on the small of your back to walk past you. Women giving you tight hugs and kisses on your cheek. He furrowed his eyebrows as guys try to innocently squeeze behind you knowing very well what their true intentions are. It makes him sick knowing that he was one of them. From the looks of it you seemed to not be bothered by people pulling you here and there, yet there's a hyper vigilance that doesn't let you relax. You're constantly scanning and locking eyes with everyone who passes you, giving them the green light to show you their social media pages and slipping you their phone numbers. Throughout the entire night he noticed Sebastian was never far behind. "You're being a creep." Gareth teased as he slapped eddies back in a bro hug. Eddie laughed and told Gareth how he accidently bumped into you. "Looks like Sebastian beat us to it man." Eddie took a sip of his beer gesturing towards both of you. Sebastian had placed a tender kiss on your head and was walking you out." Nah man it's not what you think, i'll tell you tomorrow." Gareth whispered afraid someone would hear. Both men talked quickly and decided they would figure out a new strategy. As Eddie was walking out he could hear voices in the distance and saw you standing between Sebastian's legs as he leaned his back against a car, His hands were cupping your face and he was looking deep within your eyes. Eddie could hear him ask you a question.

"Come on kitten, just a kiss. Hmm?" Sebastian cooed. Pulling you closer and running his hands down your arms to settle on your hips. You smiled shyly, stood on your tippy toes and locked lips with Sebastians. His lips were dry and chapped compared to yours soft and supple. Parting his lips he ran his tongue along the seam of your mouth begging for permission to deepen the kiss. Before you could gently push away his large hands grabbed at your ass pulling you up to his waist. You squealed and swatted at his chest. Moving your mouth away from him he found the soft curve of your neck as he turned around and placed you on the hood of his car. "Sebastian stop." You pleaded through your giggles. "I'm ticklish" You squealed. "Never" he replied, peppering kisses down your neck. Hugging you close and placing a final kiss to your forehead. "Why don't you stay with me tonight? Please."

The sound of chains caught your attention as Eddie walked out to his car. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Putting his hands up in surrender and smiling innocently. You hop down from Sebastian's car telling him goodnight with a quick peck to the cheek as you walk with Eddie to his car. Looking behind him Eddie eyes Sebastian's hard glare and just smirks in victory at getting you alone.

"Is he your boyfriend?" Eddie questioned throwing a thumb over his shoulder to a retreating Sebastian. You sigh contemplating your response. "Shit" Eddie pats his front and back pockets in a panic. Pulling out his keys and lighter but not finding what he was looking for."I think I left my phone inside." Looking towards the house, Eddies hopeful it's still there. "Oh! here you can use mine to call, maybe we could hear it." You hand Eddie your phone so he could punch his number in and as you both head towards the house you hear the buzz and ring of a muffled phone. Searching the ground and the area nearby Eddie chuckles as he sees the glow under his seat through his car window. "Must have fallen out of my pocket." Fumbling with his key in the door it unlocks and he retrieves his phone from under the seat. Checking the screen he smiles at the 1 missed call and the 10 digits of your number. Gotcha.

"It's getting late i should really get going." You announce with a shy wave, stepping back, crossing the street to your car. Eddie nods in agreement and walks you to your door, his chains clinking with every step. He holds the door open for you as you sit in and fasten your seatbelt. "Drive safe yeah?" You smile and nod as Eddie gently closes the door and he watches as you drive away. For the entire ride back home you think of Eddies soft brown eyes and his dimpled smile. The silver rings on his fingers when he grabbed your hand on the stairs and the heat you felt when his palms had met the delicate curve of your hips. You wonder if he had felt the burst of energy between you or if it was one sided. Probably one sided.

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kazpng · 5 months

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nottemdude HCs pls do (⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)

YES THANK YOU IM SO NORMAL OVER THEM

●Not Important has some serious self esteem issues that he likes to pretend he doesn't have (but totally does). Hence the long hair that pretty much hides his face and the overall negative outlook on life. Postal Dude on the other hand, while having his schizophrenia, doesn't nearly suffer as badly as he did when he was younger (Postal 1). Not Important also doesn't take compliments from anyone, not even his parents (if he still talked to them), but if Dude says something nice about him? Well, that's okay. He cannot say thank you to save his life, but he quietly grumbles to himself and flushes under his bangs.

●Speaking of bangs! Very rarely does Not Important actually tie them up in a ponytail. I love the concept but realistically I know it doesn't happen all that often, unless its New York summer.... Postal Dude loves how Not Important looks though, and will encourage seeing his face to eternity.

●If Not Important survives the events of Hatred: Postal Dude would totally try to get Not Important the help and therapy he needs because BOY does he need it. I love imagining Postal Dude driving Not Important to his weekly session and sitting with him in the waiting room so Nottem doesn't break into a panic attack while waiting (I'm projecting). Postal Dude is just a really supportive boyfriend overall <3

●After seeing the stickynote doodle from Postal 4 (and then crying over said stickynote) I have accepted it as canon that Not Important is a complete lovesick fanboy of Postal Dude, more specifically P1 Dude, and that's how they met in the first place! Before carrying out the events of Hatred, Not Important knew he planned on not being alive after, so he sought out finding his idol and at least meeting him before kicking the bucket and all that. Wasn't expecting too much from the encounter, but it turned out that current day Postal Dude was way nicer than anyone else in Not Important's life, and it acted almost like a wake-up call for him. Nottem thought he was slick, but his very obvious crush on his idol was very apparent to Postal Dude, but Dude was nice enough to not mention it until later.

●As for more domestic things between them, I feel like Postal Dude has to take initiative far more often, and it almost always ends up in a flustered Not Important. See, when Postal Dude blushes, he looks fairly normal, but because Not Important is lacking any pigment (his ass does NOT go outside), any color on his cheeks is incredibly noticeable and BRIGHT. Postal Dude, ever the tease, points it every time, putting on a baby voice and cooing at Not Important, saying things like "I knew you were human!" and other things of the like.

●Last thing for now because I think I've proven my nottemdude obsession, favorite things about each other! Not Important madly respects Postal Dude's resilience and how he's managed to cope with his past and his mental illnesses. Not to mention how attractive Dude is of course. Postal Dude sees a lot of himself in Not Important and wants only the best for him, plus he loves Nottem's endearing quirks and habits.

#they are soooo silly #nottemdude #not important #nottem portant #postal dude #postal #hatred game #I AM NORMAL OVER THEM #ty anon btw i am looking at you with my pleadingly wet eyes #i project A LOT on nottem IM SORRY hes just kinda me fr

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rehfan · 1 year

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New Billy Knight Fic!

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Hope in the Darkness

Pairing: Billy Knight X Fem!Reader; Billy Knight X AFAB!Reader

Fandom: CB Strike (TV) — and JK Rowling can still kiss my anti-TERF ass.

A/N: Based on a Nonnie prompt I got who wanted to see Billy take care of Reader during a bout of seasonal depression, so here’s my best effort. I actually don’t really suffer from any depression that I know of, so I’ve had to go off of what friends and the Internet could tell me. If anything is offensive/insulting/out-and-out incorrect, PLEASE let me know. Depression can hit differently for different people, but I hope I got the main parts right.

ALSO — if you liked this, consider this a continuation of the story BILLY’S PETAL which can be found on Tumblr HERE and on AO3 HERE. This story as well as Billy’s Petal may be read together or separately.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY PLEASE (minor children DNI); fluff; depressive symptoms; seasonal depression; seasonal affective disorder; discussion of past physical abuse/trauma; mental illness; physical tics; emotional hurt/comfort; established relationship; cuddling; spontaneous dancing; cute fluff; kissing; French kissing; neck kissing; vaginal fingering; light Dom/sub; cock warming

Find this work on AO3 HERE — I do not post any of my other work to any other site, nor do I give permission for anyone to do so.

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You had always been the strong one. The one everyone could lean on. Not that you were superhuman, but you did your best. Most things came naturally to you and you could cope with most of your daily life with few exceptions.

You were also the one your boyfriend Billy could count on. And he was lovely. He tried so hard to support himself and loved you with all his strength, but there were times when he couldn’t handle certain things. Billy had his triggers. Any male voice shouting abuse at anyone about anything seemed to be the biggest one to send him into a tailspin. But these were simple things for you to manage.

You understood his sadness, the dreams that would trouble him. He had explained as best he was able about his father and brother and their specific brand of cruelty. The thought of them and their abuse made your blood boil. Two men, having some responsibility for a boy younger than they, through whose emotional immaturity led them to crush that beautiful soul and almost turn him completely mad. They should both be in jail instead of one in the grave and the other god only knew where.

And good riddance. You got the best of the Knight clan. Billy, beautiful boy, sweet soul, and all yours. He picked wild flowers for you. He danced to no music in your living room. He held your hand during thunderstorms. And he loved you unconditionally. The same way you loved him.

You didn’t plan on testing his love for you. You hadn’t expected to, at any rate. As much as you felt the need to support him, you had no intention of causing him to have to support you. But let’s face it, no one plans on being a burden except those that hold their own lives more precious than others’ lives. And you weren’t like that. Neither was Billy. The word ‘sorry’ was perpetually on his lips - even when things weren’t his fault.

But you understood that it came from a need for self-preservation on his part. Blame for things, real and imagined, had been piled on Billy’s shoulders for the whole of his life. The old man used to kick him like a dog and treat the actual dogs better. The brother would tell him the kick was all Billy’s fault when it wasn’t true. Billy learned that life was meant to be hidden from and people were to be avoided. Yet, there was something of the hopeful about him.

He hadn’t heard of the legend Pandora’s Box before you came along. Why would he have? His childhood was barely there and contained nothing but harsh reality rather than fairy stories. So late one night, you told him. You saw his eyes fill with fear at the thought of all the evil in the box released out into the world in the split second the box was opened, the unleashing of all things dark and vile worming their way through and over, up and around, down and down and down until the brightness of the world was dimmed and thunder crashed and lightning split the sky. “But,” you told him, as you two lay there in the dark listening to the rain outside, “there was one thing that didn’t get out. One thing that remained as a perpetual candle against the dark. Do you know what that was, darling?”

He shook his head. “Was it something worse?”

You considered this. “In a way, it could be, I suppose,” you finally said, “but according to the story, it wasn’t. It was the best thing. It was Hope.” You gave him a moment to let it sink in before adding, “Hope was the last thing left in Pandora’s box. It was small. It was fragile. But it glowed with an everlasting brightness that pushed away all the dark around it. And that, Pandora preserved for all humanity. To this day, it is the one thing that fights the darkness everywhere we look. “And Billy,” you said, kissing him on the cheek before burying your face in his neck to sleep against his warmth, “it’s the thing I love the most about you. Your hope. The thing that helps you fight the darkness that surrounds you. Don’t ever give up the fight, my darling. You’re worth it.”

He embraced you and you fell into the feel of him, comfort and softness leading you into your dreams that night and every night since you two had gotten together.

The overcast sky was muting the sunlight for the umpteenth time on a snap-cold day in late January as it attempted to lighten your shared bedroom. Billy was up with his alarm and turned to you across the pillow. “Good morning, lovely,” he whispered. “Shall I get the brekkie started?”

“M’not hungry, thanks,” you said. You felt awful. If you were honest, you had been feeling this way for a while. At first, you suspected a flu, but no sore throat or cough made an appearance. You only knew that you were more and more drained of energy as the days grew shorter and the nights grew longer. This morning, your body had had enough.

“You need something for breakfast,” he said. “You have to work today, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “don’t want to though. Going to call in today. Need to sleep.”

“You feeling peaky?” His hand was at your forehead.

“I’m fine, babes,” you reassured him. “Just tired.”

“Oh,” he said. “Okay.” You could hear the dismay and concern in his voice and you wished you had the strength to smile brightly at him, to fool him and yourself that you really felt much better than you did. Thing is, you had already been doing that. Today, the cupboard that contained all your fakery was bare. All you had were raw emotions. You were an exposed nerve and you needed to cover yourself in blankets and drown the world out with layers of cotton.

He got up and showered. As he was quietly dressing, you could hear him thinking. His mind was so loud sometimes. But he didn’t say anything to you. He simply padded his way to the kitchen where you heard him preparing something. Somewhere between the pan hitting the hob and water running in the sink, you drifted back off to sleep.

He spoke your name softly from the door of your bedroom and your eyes snapped open. Stocking feet came forward and a mug of tea was at your bedside table with some biscuits. He knelt down, his face close to yours. “Have some tea, petal.” He brushed your hair out of your eyes, caressing your face. “I’m off to my job now. Have you called in yet? You want me to?”

Damn. You had forgotten to call in. Your brain was made of mush and everything was too slow. “Please call Jackie for me,” you said. “Tell her I’m sorry.” It wasn’t like you to be irresponsible. You were the dependable one. How could you be so thoughtless and unprofessional? Tears welled up in your eyes and you let out a sob.

Billy’s forehead was against yours as he pet your hair and hushed you. “Please tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart? Did I do something? Did I forget something?”

“No no, Billy,” you said. “Nothing to do with you. It’s all me. Don’t know what my problem is. Just feel so fucking horrid. Just call Jackie for me and get to work, eh? I’ll be alright tomorrow.”

He didn’t want to leave you. But he did call Jacks. She was surprised but understanding. You never took days off that weren’t planned, so she knew if you did, you really needed it. You could hear him on the phone with her, thanking her profusely. Bit much, darling, you thought. You’re not asking for her to spare your life. But that was your Billy: always grateful for the least thing anyone could do for him. Another remnant of his past trauma morphed into something society would brand as ultra-polite and more than acceptable.

“Now go to work,” you insisted. “I’m the one feeling grotty. Not you. Go. Go earn a living.”

He gave you a tight smile. “I hate to,” he said. “I’ve never seen you like this.”

You didn’t say anything. What fight you had left was gone. Sleep called for you again. He came to you once more and kissed your forehead. “I’ll check back with you at lunch.” He made sure your phone was on the charge and within reach before saying, “Drink your tea. It’s getting cold. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The front door closed behind him and the house was silent. You slept.

A hand on your forehead woke you. “Shh, love. S’just me,” he said. You didn’t open your eyes. It took too much effort. “Still feeling poorly?” You uttered a grunt and felt him slide behind you in the bed above the covers.

“I’m on lunch, but I told Eric you needed me at home. That you weren’t yourself.”

A twist of guilt filled your gut. You groaned again, disparaging his decision. He hugged you tighter, the long line of his body braced you from behind and you couldn’t help but sigh a little. “I know, I know,” he said into the shell of your ear, “but you’d do the same for me. In fact, you have! Remember last October? You stayed with me for days after I ran into Jimmy.”

“You were off your meds,” you mumbled. “You needed me.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “and you need me now. You always take care of me. It’s my turn to take care of you. I just want to know what’s wrong.” He rubbed your arm and kissed your ear. “You said you’re not sick. You don’t have a fever that I can tell.”

“I’m tired,” you said. You felt small and fragile.

“Do you feel like you want to wrap your whole body in cotton wool?”

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled.

“I think I know what’s wrong,” he said. “You’re starved.”

“M’not hungry, Billy,” you said.

“Not for food,” he said, “for sunshine.”

Suddenly, you were moved onto your back and Billy hovered above. “I’ll dance for you, shall I?”

“Wha-? What?”

He pulled out his phone and fiddled with an app, moved to your stereo, and soon Katrina and the Waves were blasting “Walking on Sunshine” from the speakers. His arms flailed and his feet stomped. He had this comical way of biting his lower lip as his head bopped to the music and his eyes were screwed shut with the joy of feeling the music pulsing through the room. Eventually he caught your eye and smiled at you, shaking his hands toward you, then his hips, then wiggling his ass in your face.

It was all so sudden and ridiculous and over-the-top you couldn’t help but burst into uncontrollable laughter. By the time the song ended, you had tears coming down your face and you cheered and applauded your boyfriend as he took a deep bow. Hands on his knees and breathless, he stopped the music and smiled shyly at you, asking, “Did that help any?”

“I think it might have, yeah,” you said, hoping that your words would be the truth. You had never felt so overwhelmed by such sadness before. Only you weren’t grieving. It wasn’t “sad” as you had known it to be. It was as if you were longing for something that didn’t exist. Your body was in desperate need of a thing no one had invented yet. It took away your ability to breathe properly, to exist properly. You hated the feel of it, the slipping away of your power and control, leaving you a husk of yourself.

Billy was watching you carefully, his knuckles coming to his nose in his worry. His tic didn’t reveal itself often these days, but when it did, it always signaled agitation or nerves. A pang of guilt ran through you and you reached out to him. He came to you readily and you hugged him tightly, thanking him over and over for his kindness.

“I’m going to get you more sunshine, alright?” He pressed his forehead to yours. “You let me? You let me help you forget the brain gremlins?”

“Brain gremlins?”

“Yeah,” he said, kissing you sweetly on the mouth. “It’s what I call it when the meds aren’t working the way they should and I have my symptoms return. The whispers and the images, the memories of the pain. The brain gremlins convince you that you’re never going to get well. That you don’t deserve the good things you have. Brain gremlins always lie. You need to forget them.”

“And so you’re going to drown them out with-“

“More sunshine!” he said, a gleeful glint in his eye. “Stay right there. Don’t move.” He dashed madly about the room searching in the bottoms of all the drawers and digging in the wardrobe until he pulled out your floppy sun hat, sunglasses for you both, zinc sun cream that smeared bright yellow on your skin, and your bathing suits.

He threw your suit at you demanding you ‘get dressed’ and ran out of the room searching for something else. You had no idea what was happening, but slowly you peeled your sleep shirt off and slipped your panties down, arguing with him from across the flat that it was the middle of winter. It’s as far as you got when he came thundering back in the room with your Polaroid camera and a beach towel that had the image of a postcard with the word MIAMI written across it.

“What are you doing? What are we doing?” you asked as he leapt on the bed and tacked up the towel just above the headboard letting the material drape over it.

“Backdrop!” he said. “For the photo shoot!” as if it were the most self-explanatory thing in the world.

“Photo shoot,” you repeated dumbly.

His intentions were readily explained once you both had donned your swim suits. He intended to take selfies with the Polaroid as if you two were on vacation somewhere tropical. You couldn’t help but smile at all his efforts. He had you making silly faces, smearing each other’s noses with the zinc, sipping on fake tropical drinks he Frankensteined together in the kitchen, and other silliness. After a while, you grabbed the Polaroid from him and started taking snaps of him while flexing his muscles. He took ones of you in shy poses because without his strong arm around you, you didn’t have the energy for much more.

“God you’re pretty,” he smiled at you, snapping just one more to capture the blush that spread across your face. He collapsed next to you and kissed your cheek. Polaroid pictures were everywhere. “We’ll have to buy a scrapbook for all of these. You can look at them when you’re not feeling yourself.”

Tears welled in your eyes, a mixture of adoration and exhaustion. His efforts were wonderful, but you were done with activity. “Want to just cuddle now, babes. Can we do that?”

Slight alarm registered in his big doe eyes. “Of course! But first, let’s get you cleaned up? And you never touched your tea from before. Your blood sugar is probably low. Let me get you a cuppa, yeah?” He got up and brought back a warm washcloth to wipe the sun cream off then went to make some tea. After settling you in with your beaker and one for himself, you relished the warmth of both the tea and of his arm around your shoulders.

“Thank you, my love,” you said. The bone-weary feeling you had been fighting all day still had not let up, but knowing that you weren’t a burden, that you were loved and doted on, somehow made the weight you carried just that much lighter. You didn’t know when these doldrums would lift, when the ‘brain gremlins’ would stop their torture. You had no foolproof solution to your problem. But you did have a wonderful human who gave a damn about you and the longer he held you and gave you gentle kisses in your hair between sips of tea, the more your heart swelled with love for him.

“That’s a good girl,” he murmured as you finished your tea. “That’s my good good girl.” His praise was warming certain other parts of you. He took the cup from you and returned them both to the kitchen before coming back to you, forming a warm, solid barrier against your back and wrapping a protective arm around your waist, hand splayed on your lower belly.

His mouth found your neck, pressing stubbly kisses into your skin. You hummed your approval, letting yourself fall into his touch. “Mind if i join you in there? I’m kind of cold now.”

“Please, baby,” you said softly. Sleep was calling you and you were torn between loving on your boyfriend and falling into slumber. The duvet ruffled and the mattress bounced with Billy’s fidgeting to get under and close to you once more. Once settled, he kissed you on the shoulder, nosing along your neck to kiss at your ear.

“You really are wonderful, you know,” you murmured.

“And you’re everything to me,” he said, his hand moving south to rest on your thigh. “I just want you to feel better, love. Can I do that?” He sucked at the pulse point on your neck and slid his hand between your thighs. “Say if you’d rather I didn’t, alright? Tell me to stop.”

“No, baby,” you said, pushing back toward him and raising your leg to give him better access. “You always make me feel so good.” And you wanted him. You wanted to feel better because of his touch. You needed it more than you could ever express.

His hand rested on your sex and you moaned a kiss into his mouth. He was in no rush, however. Your kiss was languid and deep. His hand held you, not pressing in, just resting, warming your mound, fingertips resting just above your clit as his tongue explored your mouth. You felt yourself get wet.

You kissed down his jawline as he said, “Love you so much, petal. You’re such a good woman to me. Want to do everything I can for you. We don’t need to have sex. Just want to please you. Make you sleepy and warm. Comfortable. Okay?” His hand smoothed against you, rubbing you gently with his whole palm. Your hips canted against his touch, instinctively seeking friction.

“Make me cum, Billy,” you sighed. “Your hands are amazing. Please, my love.”

Fatigue didn’t allow you to do too much except lay there and take Billy’s ministrations. And you were fine with that. His hands had become more and more familiar as your relationship had developed. Now he could make you mewl like a kitten with the suggestion of fingering you. And now here he was, willing to do just that. You felt a coil of heat in your belly as the scratch from his stubble rubbed against your neck and his middle finger pressed ever-so gently deeper, seeking out the depths of your folds from outside your bathing suit.

His breath was loud in your ear, your small whimpers joining it as he continued to massage your vulva, matching the rhythm your hips set. “So beautiful. My precious girl. Thank you for letting me help you. Only want good things for you.”

“Need your hands on me properly, Billy,” you said and he slipped his hand under your suit.

“Can never say no to you, can I?” he asked, huffing a laugh into your neck. Gasping at his touch, your hand came up, fingers weaving into his hair and coming around to the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

He mouthed at your ear again. “Can never resist you. Always want to do what you say. But today? Today I want to distract you. You need to get out of your head. It helps. You stop me if it’s bad, okay?”

“Such a good boy, Billy. Always my good b-boy. Thank you, ” His finger grazed your clit, just brushing it gently, teasing it. You bucked toward him for more contact and he pulled back.

“No, darling, no. Easy. Just be still. Let me do this,” he said. “Listen to your Billy, yeah? My turn to take care of you.” You shivered as he pressed again, not enough to satisfy, but just enough to turn your skin to goose flesh. You turned your face to him, eyes wide, watching him concentrate on you, his lips parted, pink tongue coming out to lick at his lower lip as he traced his thick finger lower against your inner folds, giving just enough sensation to your pussy to make you keen with want.

Your legs spread even farther apart. Your knee was now balanced on his thigh behind you as you dropped your foot to the mattress behind him. Your lower hand pulled the swimsuit material all the way over, giving him full access to every part of your cunt. The rest of you tried not to move as he had asked. It wasn’t easy.

All you wanted him to do was plunge his fingers deep inside you and give you every reason to scream his name. As it was, he was just barely touching you and it was pure delicious torture. Your breath was unsteady as you waited for him to explore further, but the less he gave, the more sensitive you became to anything he was giving you. It was as if the ridges of his fingerprint were the only friction you were going to ever get from him and your clit could feel each individual loop and whorl.

“M’barely touching you. You’re falling apart on me already, petal?” he teased. He was enjoying himself. “So gorgeous and all mine, yeah? Tell me? You are mine, aren’t you?”

Your words weren’t coming. You could only communicate through the helplessness in your eyes. Your mouth opened to speak but only your stuttered breath came out. When you didn’t verbally answer him, he sought your eyes. “Petal? Are you mine?” His hand stilled.

You swallowed hard. The depths of his eyes threatened to drown you. “I am yours,” you whispered. “I am always yours, Billy Knight. Yours to love forever. Are you mine?”

He pressed his forehead to yours. “I don’t know who I’d be without you. You make me want to be a better person every day. You pull it out of me. And now I’m going to give back to you. Because you deserve it. You deserve all the good things, love. My sweet understanding girl.” His thick finger fell into your wet folds as his mouth captured yours, tongue sliding along yours thick and heavy as he drew his digit’s length along your valley eliciting a groaning moan from your mouth as he finally gave your body the friction it had needed.

There was nothing languid about his motions now. Now he was driven to give you everything you wanted. He was smoothly aggressive, fingertip seeking your stiffened clit and circling it, flicking over it, only to circle back around it again. Your earlobe was being worked by his lips, tongue and teeth as he held you captive, your body ready to writhe, but your heart not wanting to disobey. It was all you could do to keep as still as you could and endure his touch, his exploration of every crevice and your heart skipped a beat when he plunged his finger two knuckles deep inside you, thumb hitting your clit and working it until you were keening again.

Tears were starting in your eyes with the strain it took not to buck into him and you cried into your pillow. “Baby?” he asked, his hand stilling again.

You grabbed his hand and urged him onward. “Please, Billy. Darling. Please.”

“B-but you’re crying, love?” he said, clearly terrified. “Have I hurt you?”

You answered him by kissing him passionately. “No, please. It’s so good. Please. I just can’t move, remember? It’s torture, but beautiful torture.”

He kissed you and eased you fully onto your back, his finger still inside you. “You were still doing as I told you?” He marveled at you. “What a good girl you are. Those tears were for me? Fuck.” He pressed further into you and you arched your back at the pressure. “Can you take another finger? I think you can. You’re really wet.” A second finger joined the first and he stilled them inside you waiting for you to adjust, kissing down your neck to your breasts.

“More, Billy baby,” you said, your body shaking again, hands carding through his curls at his mouth made its way down the valley between your breasts. Sighing at his movement, his fingers curled inside you, pulling at the coil of heat in your belly, your hips undulated, reacting without your permission, his thumb deliberately sending heat boiling through your veins.

His head came up. “Naughty,” he warned. You huffed a nervous laugh and pressed your ass to the mattress, willing your body to be still for him.

“Sorry, Billy,” you said. “W-won’t do it again. Please don’t stop. Please. Love this.” You never suspected he would be so willing to take charge, or that he would be just a little good at it. It was hot.

His brown eyes were already dark but they blew wider at your words. A feral look came upon him and he whispered: “Promise?”

“Promise.”

He smiled at you and his mouth was on your clit in a moment, tongue teasing, flicking, and pulling your next orgasm out of your body. You cried out, aching to move against him, begging him to cum. “Billy please. Please let me cum. Please- God! Fuck!”

He met your pleas with a grunt, then said: “So wet. So fucking delicious. Cum, petal. Come on. Cum for me. All over my hand.”

And you did. You let go with a scream of his name and a string of epithets. Billy sucked your clit through it all, his fingers and mouth finally scratching that proverbial itch that you had needed him to scratch for the better part of the last hour. You pulled his hair gently as you panted, needing to taste yourself on his mouth. He complied happily, humming into your mouth as he withdrew his fingers from your cunt. He fed them to you. They were glistening with your slick. He withdrew them slowly, his eyes devouring the sight.

“Can I put my cock in you? I’m really quite hard, love. All your fault, I’m afraid,” he laughed shyly.

And you would have loved nothing more, but your fatigue was through the roof. You were incredibly spent. “Don’t really have anything left for you, Billy, honey,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh but you don’t have to do a thing,” he said. “Here, let me just…” He rolled you back over to your side, your knee back on his thigh. You could hear him pulling his cock out, hissing with the sensitivity of it. For as long as he had been finger-fucking you, he had to have been hard for a long time. His self-restraint was remarkable.

The tip of his cock felt delicious against your opening and you closed your eyes. His breathy whisper was in your ear, “This is all I want. Just to rest here inside you.” His head entered you with that distinctive pressure-and-release followed by his shaft. The dizzying feel of him inside you, throbbing there, resting along your walls, filling you was everything you wanted. How did he know? You didn’t even know that this was something you wanted. “Just like this… Just this much… So warm. So beautiful and warm.”

He was as good as his word, his cock hardly moving inside you. Just small little adjustments that caused his breath to catch. You moaned when he did, sleep winning the fight between itself and your body getting fucked properly. You drifted off to sleep with him inside you, feeling satisfied and full and grateful for the man who held you and nuzzled his nose into your neck, kissing the skin there softly and loving you with his whole heart.

You may have been struggling in the darkness all day long, but Billy was your Hope, your candle against the evils of the world, real and imagined. And as long as you were together, neither one of you would struggle in the darkness alone.

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rebornologist · 3 months

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Good day, hope you’re doing good and well. Can you please write headcanons for Dino from KHR thank you 💕

Hello! I am doing quite okay ahaha, I fell ill right at the beginning of the year and that actually explains my return to writing just a bit bc I had 0 energy for anything else. I just sat and wondered about the nation's husband here for a bit, so apologies if some of these are kind of a stretch!

♡ Misc. Dino Cavallone Headcanons ✧

He went from having a fear of horses to becoming a horse girl. I like to imagine that his parents may have had an interest in riding (or that the Cavallone family literally fixes horse races for shady $$), so there would be these huuge beautiful top of the line horses at their personal stable.. however, he was absolutely terrified of them and was too afraid to look them in the eye, much less ride one, until Reborn forced him to face his fear; He's fallen on his ass and been kicked in the face more times than he can count, but as he slowly learned that horses were just big skittish animals that needed to be treated with love and respect, he began to love riding and working with horses and down the line earned the nickname "Bucking Horse/Bronco".

Dino loved the Barbie movie, he is extremely Alancoded. And his all-out cowboy barbie outfit (lowkey Reborn made him do it) drew too much attention at the theatre, to the point that some kids were calling him Ken and asking for photos. He ✨served💅 the public that day.

I refuse to believe that Dino was an only child and he turned out so well?!? He's extremely older-brother coded, I would bet my life that he has at least one younger sister or half-sister (though arguably Tsuna is his non-blood brother) that he just doted on until idk she prob kaboomed and wasn't used as a plot device

He's a tall man, has type O blood, he should be donating it because he's such a good person, right? He did once! He passed out and is a little nervous about going back again.. to think that he has a whole tattoo sleeve..

Some of his tattoos are actually coverups!? He never planned to get a full sleeve, but needed to cover up some shitty flash he got in his younger days. He decided to get something bolder and flashier to cover it, but then the rest of his arm being bare just bothered him.. so he added elements until uh oh, it's a full sleeve that goes all the way to the back of his hand. Despite being a pretty boy his entire life, he seems like the type to have had some img issues and regrets with his initial tattoos (he got them just bc he thought it would make him cool and tough), covered them up and felt like he looked too shady.. and then learned to love them and embrace them as art. He likes the asymmetry of how heavily inked one side of him is, and is considering a big ankle/calf/thigh and maybe a hip piece on the opposite side leg to balance it out, but he's a bit nervous about the pain (I giggle). Omg what if the skull and flame neck tatt is matching with some of his men (theirs are in different spots) after a particularly drinks-heavy party night*.

Sometime between the "present time" of the KHR timeline and TYL, he adopted a shorter haircut and learned how to style it from Reborn! They got more time to reconnect as Reborn became less busy with shaping Tsuna into the "perfect mafia boss" or whatever and began to lengthen the kite string gradually.

Dino is a total softie at heart, and has moments where he cut people slack that other mafioso, especially older bosses, would not have. His men love him because he is strong and they know his heart is right, but whatever softness he had in his early 20's he had to shake off real hard as time went on.

Because of all the mental and physical work it takes for him to do his job, sometimes he wants nothing more than to be babygirled for once, and literally nobody knows but just maybe Romario has an inkling.. the sense that it may be the case.

fin.✧

*smart ppl don't get inked under the influence, don't even drink before or after you get tatted ok lolol stay safe out there

#khr #hitman reborn #khr headcanons #katekyo hitman reborn #hitman reborn headcanons #hitman reborn imagines #dino cavallone #dino khr

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punkeropercyjackson · 29 days

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Jason wouldn't ever be attracted to either of the F*nton siblings or be friends with Danny.He's always hated perfect preppy judgemental people like Jazz since he grew up poor and has self-worth as a now mentally ill man so more than enough to not want to be in a 'dating' relathionship literally called 'Anger M///anagement' and as Red Hood,he wouldn't like Danny for obvious reasons but as Robin,he was a huge nerd who respected women so much he pushed a guy off a roof for SA'ing a woman and was too shy to talk to girls his age so Danny would try to make fun of him for being a loser with even less friends than him or leer at girls who made it clear they weren't interested because 'boys will be boys' and he kicks his ass for it.I will NOT let mischaracterization of my bird boy or woobification of my cringe ass babygirl slide

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My mom is fat. I am fat. Disclosure, though, I'm a small fat, and my weight would be considered pretty average if I was taller. So I still have some privilege, since I fit into "straight" sizes and am only a bit overweight.

Anyway, I've dealt with a lot of shit for being overweight, mostly from my also overweight mom. She is, I guess, a small fat too. She's short, too. But she can fit into seats and whatnot and is nowhere near enormous. Actually, she's pretty small in size.

Well, my mother is absolutely mentally ill. She encourages starving yourself, talks about her bulimic and anorexic tendencies as a teenager as if it was no big deal, and when I tell her she had (has?) an eating disorder, she denies it. VEHEMENTLY. And she agrees that her relationship with food is unhealthy, but still denies her having an eating disorder. She hardly eats.

Well, I recently got into a huge fight with her because she said, and I quote, "I don't like fat people."

I got really angry and asked her why she hates fat people if she herself is overweight. And then I told her that I'm pretty big myself and that she was pretty much insulting me.

Then she starting talking about how all fat people are "fat pigs" and that they ALL eat too much, ALL don't exercise, etc. I asked her why she's overweight if she hardly eats, and she didn't respond.

This is the same mom who constantly tells me if I lose weight I'll be liked more, have boys like me, look better in clothes, be prettier, be worth more, etc. A few years back I tried to starve myself, and when she found out, instead of being upset that I was potentially developing an eating disorder, she told me "if you're going to starve you need to eat at least ONE thing a day to get your nutrients."

LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK? She should have been telling me that I was beautiful and perfect the way I was, but instead she was telling me to basically starve save for one snack a day. She tells me people don't typically like fat people, etc, and then denies that she ever says anything to me about my weight when I bring it up to her.

When I was, like 10, FUCKING TEN, she told me I was fat, point-blank, to my face. I was only 90 pounds.

She constantly makes comments about my thick legs, and asks me if I want to look more like my skinny friends. When I say I don't care, she tells me that I actually do care. Because EVERYONE who's overweight just wants dreadfully to be thin, apparently.

We had a HUGE fight, and I was crying and telling her she was indecent and shouldn't judge people based off of their bodies, and she spewed some bullshit about how people like to be around "healthy" people and not fat people.

Every time she wants to make me want to lose weight, she tells me boys like skinny girls and I will finally "be noticed" once I lose weight. When I tell her I don't care about appeasing shallow fuckboys, she doesn't believe me and says that all teenage girls like boys and want boys to be all over them. Okay, lol. Sure. "If you ever want a boyfriend and want to have fun in high school, you need to lose weight. Sorry, but boys like skinny girls."

Hm. Okay.

So, encourage me to have an eating disorder, insult me, tell me I'm not worth enough if I'm not thin. I really don't understand. She's overweight herself, and she's abusive to me. She was when I was very young too, but I didn't realize how unhealthy it was until recently. She hates that I'm a fat activist and thinks I'm going to get my "ass kicked" one day for supporting basic human decency. Hm.

Thin privilege is not having ALREADY FAT PEOPLE reprimand you for your natural body type.

Thin privilege is not being insulted and abused by parents for their body.

#weight talk #fat discrimination #fat hate #fat hatred #fatphobia #diet culture #trigger warning

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wisdomssdaughterr · 6 months

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN → A TRIP DOWN NIGHTMARE LANE

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 5.4k

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

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A/N: happy belated stranger things day :)

Venturing back through the woods, Steve let the way with a drained Sunshine leaning on his side. Everything was quiet and still as they walked through the darkness, which was cut by their few flashlights and light chatter between the kids.

Steve kept his attention split between the woods ahead of them and the girl beside him. Blood still spilled from Sunshine’s nose, causing concern.

“Your nose is still bleeding,” he said. Sunshine didn’t seem too bothered by it. He figured she was used to it if it happened every time she used her powers, but that didn’t make him any less worried. “Is that supposed to happen?”

He had watched her use her powers against the monster last year, but that was nothing compared to what they faced only minutes ago. The fighting she had just done was insane, in Steve’s opinion. He didn’t know she had all of that in her. Not that he doubted Sunshine by any means, but he was beginning to realize she was even more superhero-like than he originally believed, which was saying something.

Using her arm that wasn’t slung over Steve’s shoulder, she reached up and wiped under her nose with a small sigh as the blood stained the sleeve of her jacket.

“I haven’t done anything like that in a while,” she said. “It should stop soon, though.”

After a slight nod, they lapsed back into silence.

Steve sighed into the cool air, watching as his breath made a little cloud in the dim light of a series of flashlights that guided their way. He tried to listen for any sign of the monsters lurking in the woods, but that was difficult to do with the chatty middle schoolers that trailed behind them.

When he woke up that morning, on Sunshine's floor, he didn’t know he’d end up trekking back through the very woods he had sworn off. He certainly didn’t think he’d be accompanied by a group of kids that he didn’t know or that they’d face an angry swarm of monsters. It all was a lot that came clear out of left field.

Steve didn’t know what they were supposed to do next, either. Trapping one monster was a feat, going up against dozens of them was impossible. They barely got out of the junkyard unscathed, and Steve worried they wouldn’t be so lucky a second time around.

“Hey,” he spoke up, breaking the stretch of silence. “Thanks for having my back, back there."

Sunshine offered him a small smile, but it was tired, and she leaned a little heavier against him. “You have my back and I have yours.” She said it as if it was a fact, and Steve supposed that was true. Of course he had her back, not that she needed any help when it came to kicking some monster ass.

A strange sense of Deja vu overcame Steve. Between the dark woods and the stranger feeling that crackled across the air throughout Hawkins, the scene felt somewhat familiar.

“You know, in a messed-up kind of way, this of reminds me of when we ran into each other last year,” he said. Even if he had been a little tipsy back then, that night was burned into his brain for a multitude of reasons.

Sunshine tilted her head as she gazed with a funny look on her face. “You mean, me looking disgusting while running from a monster in the woods?”

Steve chuckled lightly. “No, you don’t look disgusting. But you did look like you came straight out of a horror movie last year."

Even with the blood smeared under her nose and the splintered bruises forming across her nose, Sunshine didn’t look disgusting. He thought she looked cool. Her eyes still held a faint golden glow, and, despite her worn-out state, she looked more alive than she had that night.

Last year, when she was dressed in a ripped hospital gown and looked like she had been through hell and back, Steve couldn’t fathom what had happened to her or where she had come from. He still didn’t understand much about the Lab or what happened to her during her ten-year stay.

“Yet you still let me into your house?”

Steve shrugged. Looking back, his lapse of judgment ended up working out better than he could have imagined. He had one of his first best friends back in his life, and Sunshine was reunited with her family. “Well, it all worked out, didn’t it?” His life had changed rather drastically over the past year, and while it all wasn’t great, he was okay trudging through the bad parts to keep Sunshine around. “I knew what I was doing,” he joked.

Sunshine looked away from him and refocused on the eerie woods ahead of them as she spoke. “You were the first person I met outside of the Lab.” Her words were heavy, holding a weight Steve couldn't understand. “I don’t think there are many people who would have helped me the way you did.”

He wasn’t sure that was true; there were plenty of decent enough people in Hawkins. Steve was glad it was him, though. He probably wouldn’t have believed any of what went down last year if he hadn’t lived through some of it.

As he took in Sunshine’s words and studied the side of her face, it fully sunk in that, despite the shitstorm that was last year, he would do it all over again if that meant he got to reunite with Sunshine.

“I guess we both lucked out running into each other,” Steve said.

Sunshine, quietly, replied, “Yeah.”

Behind them, the trio of middle schoolers’ conversation grew impossible to drown out.

“You’re positive that was Dart?” Lucas asked.

“Yes,” said Dustin. “He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt.”

Max, somewhat recovered from learning that monsters exist, joined the boys' conversation. “He was tiny just two days ago.”

“Well, he’s molted three times already,” Dustin sighed.

Steve threw an odd look over his shoulder and repeated what he thought the curly-haired boy had said. “Malted?”

“Molted,” corrected Dustin. “He shed his skin to make room for growth, like a hornworm.” That did not clear anything up for Steve, but he let the kids continue their conversation as he and Sunshine led the way back to his car.

“When is he gonna molt again?” Lucas asked.

“It’s gotta be soon. And when he does, he’ll be fully grown or close to it. So will all of his friends.”

“Yeah, and he’s gonna eat a lot more than just cats,” Steve muttered just loud enough for the kids to hear him. He missed the glare Dustin threw his way or the realization that struck Lucas.

The latter stopped in his tracks and said, “Wait. A cat? Dart ate a cat?”

“No, what? No.” Dustin shook his head quickly.

Turning around, stopping their trek along with the rest of the kids, Steve furrowed his brows. “What’re you talking about? You said he ate Mews.”

“Mews? Who’s Mews?” Max asked.

“Dustin’s cat,” clarified Sunshine, much to Dustin’s dismay.

He threw his hands up in the air and shot both teens an incredulous look before he shouted, “Guys!”

Lucas scoffed. “I knew it! You kept him!”

“No! No. I…I…” Dustin trailed off before he slumped his shoulders. “Fine. I did! He missed me and he wanted to come home.”

“Bullshit!” Lucas yelled.

It took everything in Steve not to roll his eyes. They had much bigger fish to fry at the moment.

“I didn’t know he was a Demogorgon, okay?”

Lucas, however, did not refrain from rolling his eyes at Dustin. “Oh, so now you admit it?”

“Who cares?” Max interjected. “We have to go.”

Not even the redhead could break up their squabbling, though. They continued to argue while an army of monsters roamed free and did God only knew what to their hometown.

“I care!” Lucas replied. “You put the party in jeopardy! You broke the rule of law.”

Steve was never having kids, he decided at that very moment.

“So did you!” Dustin yelled back at Lucas. “You told a stranger the truth!” He shined his flashlight right in Max’s face.

“A stranger?” she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You wanted to tell her too!” Lucas retorted.

“But I didn’t, Lucas. I didn’t tell her.” Dustin sucked in a breath and tried, very obviously to Steve, to shove down his bubbling anger over more than just Lucas telling the new girl the truth. It was a classic case of middle school drama. Both boys liked Max.

Steve did feel bad Dustin, he really did. He was swimming in a somewhat similar situation with Nancy and Jonathan. And while it was clear that Max liked Lucas a little more than Dustin, Steve was not ready to admit that maybe Nancy liked Jonathan a little more than him.

Dustin continued, “We both broke the rule of law, okay? So, we’re even now.”

Off in the distance, a howl echoed, catching both Steve and Sunshine’s attention. They exchanged a glance before searching through the thick trees for any sign of danger while the kids continued to argue.

“No! We’re not even. Don’t even try that. Your stupid pet could have eaten us for dinner!”

“That was not my fault! And he was not gonna eat us.”

Sunshine groggily called out to them in an attempt to halt their argument, but they ignored it.

“Right,” Lucas said. “He was just crawling to come say hello.”

“Guys!” Steve yelled, stopping their conversation with the brash tone of his voice. They all were quiet for a moment, and more growls echoed through the night sky.

Without another word, the teens, Lucas, and Dustin took off toward the sound. Max brought up the rear, not understanding why they were running toward the monstrous growls, but she followed them anyway.

They followed the noise until they came to a clearing in the trees. Stepping out onto a grassy hill that overlooked the outskirts of Hawkins, they saw no sign of monsters, but they still heard them.

Lucas pulled his binoculars from his backpack and searched for them. For a moment, he seemed to have come up empty-handed, but his movements suddenly froze before he slowly pulled the binoculars away from his face.

“It’s the Lab,” he said in a low, almost scared voice. “They’re going back home.”

Steve’s gaze turned to Sunshine. At the mention of the Lab, her expression changed from tired to unreadable.

“We have to follow them,” Dustin quietly said. “We have to see what they’re doing there, right?”

Lucas nodded, but his focus was also on Sunshine.

She didn’t move and kept her gaze set on the dark expanse of land that held the Lab. Even in the dim light, she looked paler than she had a moment ago.

The kids were right, and it was an incredibly stupid idea all at once. They were the only people, that they knew, who were aware of the monsters. They needed to figure out what they were doing there. Once they figured it out, they could take it to Hopper and forget the whole thing ever happened, again.

Yet, the suddenly frozen state of Sunshine made Steve want to forget about the whole thing, bring everyone home, and hope that someone else would discover the monsters and take care of them.

“It’ll be fine,” Lucas tried to reassure the group, but mostly Sunshine. “Those people aren’t there anymore, remember?”

“What are you talking about?” asked Max.

“Yeah, Lucas is right," Dustin said. "We’ve gotta figure out what they’re doing before they hurt someone.”

Their words seemed to work and snapped Sunshine out of her daze. It was clear to everyone that she did not want to follow the monsters to the Lab, but she set her jaw and nodded her head silently before she took off down the hill before anyone had the chance to utter another word. They all followed after her.

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Sunshine repeatedly reminded herself that she was fine. The Lab was nothing more than a building that was no longer inhabited by the same monsters that once roamed the halls.

Yet, the closer they grew to it, the heavier her body felt. Concrete enclosed her feet as she dragged them through overgrown grass and weeds that occupied the hillside. Her heart drummed uncomfortably against her chest, threatening to crawl out of her chest if she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop, though. They needed to figure out what was going on and she needed to push aside the horrible ache that spread throughout her entire body.

The Lab had once been her home, an awful one but for ten years it was the only place she had known. The nightmares refused to leave her, even in the comfort of her real home with her parents down the hall. She couldn’t escape it, and there she was again, heading right back towards it.

Her hands refused to stop shaking, even when she clutched them into fists at her sides. Sunshine tried not to let her fear show; she tried to be the adult in front of the three children, but the Lab only reminded her of the little, terrified girl she had once been.

Her fear didn’t go unnoticed. Dustin and Lucas walked on either side of her for a little while until they saw her shaking hands and silently decided to each slip their hand into hers. She squeezed their hands back as a ‘thank you’ as they continued.

When they broke through the tall greenery, which was nearly dead from the colder temperatures that flooded in with the start of November, they arrived at the yard just outside of Hawkins National Laboratory.

The building was dark. Not a single light seemed to be on inside, but she still saw its haunting outline in the moonlight. Her mind was so tangled up in the spiral of emotions that the building caused her that she almost missed the two familiar figures that somehow ended up there as well.

Nancy and Jonathan joined the group as they all tried to explain everything that had been happening, while Sunshine wandered toward the front gate.

The chain links she could once see from her room looked a lot smaller back then. They had once seemed like an impossible challenge. Standing on the other side of them made her feel twisted in all the right and wrong places. She made it to the other side. She could look at the building and see her past, not her present or future, but it was still haunted by so many ghosts who never saw the building from outside the fence.

The voices of her friends faded away, and it felt like Sunshine was alone, staring at the building while it stared right back at her, taunting her like it knew the power it still had over her.

Memories assaulted her brain, flooding over her too quickly. She had no time to reach the surface, smell the fresh air, and remind herself she was no longer locked inside. Instead, she felt herself being tugged under the dark waters, filling her head with things she wanted to forget.

A series of men in lab coats lined the side of a one-way mirror.

Inside the observation room stood a little girl with dark hair buzzed down to her scalp and sad eyes rimmed red. Dressed in a paper gown, Subject Seven lingered near the locked door and stared at the other occupant in the room.

A grown man with a face littered with cuts and nasty bruises sat with a piece of fabric tied tightly around his mouth. He wore a blood-stained shirt, and his knuckles were split open. His limbs were zip-tied to the legs and arms of the chair he sat in, cutting into his skin each time he struggled against the restraints.

“Seven,” Dr. Brenner’s voice filled the room through a single speaker on the far wall. She jumped at the noise but listened closely. “We need you to do just as we discussed.” His voice was low and cold, leaving no room for protest or error.

The man in the chair tried to wriggle free but it was useless. He managed to loosen the tie around his mouth to speak to Seven, even though it was frantic and muffled.

“N-No! Please,” he begged.

Seven frowned deeply, her stomach sinking deeper and deeper the longer she watched the man. She shifted her gaze to the window but was only met with her reflection, yet she knew who watched from the other side. People in Lab coats with pens resting in their palms and expecting looks in their eyes. They made her nervous even when she couldn’t see them. Their presence was looming enough to strike fear without being seen.

A shaky breath left her lips as she cupped her hands carefully in front of her chest. Closing her eyes, she concentrated all her energy into her palms. Light flickered briefly before it disappeared like a blown-out candle in a windy room.

“Again, Seven.”

Bile rose in her throat from the smell of blood and sweat from the man that mixed with the bleach scent of the Lab. She wanted to stop.

Seven knew what she was doing was wrong, but why it was wrong she didn’t know. It felt wrong; the look on the man’s battered face was wrong.

He squirmed even more and shook his head violently. “Please! I-I have a family!” He glanced at the window with tears shining in his green eyes. “I didn’t do it. I didn’t do it!”

His pleas rang painfully in Seven’s ears and her fingers flexed in protest, but she knew she couldn’t go against the doctors that waiting outside. She knew the consequences of defying them, again.

Wordlessly, she squeezed her eyes shut tightly and powered through her fear before it crippled her abilities anymore. Light bloomed on her palms and held steady. She released a small puff of air and clenched her jaw as it began to tremble.

When she turned her palms toward the man, it became too late to turn back.

A blood-curdling scream sounded from the man in the chair as white-hot light pierced his eyes like a million little needles. The light grew and grew until it encased the entire room for only a second, but that was long enough, and once it died down, Seven was forced to face the aftermath.

The man’s head hung forward, limp, and his struggling ceased. Blackened and seared skin stretched across his face making him unrecognizable. The neckline of his white, bloodied shirt was burned, and the damage rippled down his body, leaving melted fabric and flesh behind.

And in the center of it all was a little girl. Blood leaked from her nose and dotted her paper gown. A web of old and new splintered bruises decorated her delicate skin, and her golden eyes flushed with tears.

Seven stared at the man for a long moment, taking in the damage she caused until it became too much for her bony legs to carry. She landed on the cold floor with a quiet cry muffled behind her hands as she hid her face in shame and regret.

Three figures entered the room. Two soldiers untied the man and dragged him out by the arms while Dr. Brenner kneeled on the ground in front of the child.

“You did excellent, Seven.”

She peaked out from behind her trembling fingers and worked up enough courage to speak. “I-I hurt him,” she whispered.

It was confusing. Seven knew she had done something wrong; she felt a horrible, hot feeling bubble inside her stomach that made her feel sick. Yet, Dr. Brenner praised her.

Ivy repeated, like a mantra, how Dr. Brenner was bad. He wasn’t their papa and he wasn’t their friend, but they couldn’t defy him. Seven had learned that the hard way. Not following the rules was a dangerous game that she didn’t want to play again.

“Yes,” Dr. Brenner replied. “He was a bad man, a very bad man. You did a good thing.”

Good. Bad. Right. Wrong. Seven had such a skewed idea of what those words meant. The only thing she did know was that she was scared. She was scared to do the right thing in Dr. Brenner’s eyes and scared not to do as she was told. She was scared of hurting people and scared of what would happen if she didn’t. She was scared of the darkness of her bedroom and scared of the light that came from her hands.

Her lips trembled as her eyes wandered toward the closed door the man and soldiers disappeared behind. “Gone?”

Dr. Brenner nodded and stood up so that he was towering over Seven. He outstretched his hand toward her and said, “Now, come with me.”

She knew his hand would be cold and he would lead her to the next awful task she needed to complete, but a cold hand was better than no hand. Even the smallest crumb of kindness helped ease the growing void that punctured her growing heart. She had learned quickly that fake affection -no matter how calculated or manipulative - was better than nothing. Seven was just a little kid, she needed something, even if it was a cold hand from a man who constantly tricked them.

So, she took his hand and peeled herself off of the floor. The two walked down the long and haunted corridors of Hawkins National Laboratory, while Seven hoped for a miracle that was a long way out.

“Sunshine?” A voice forced itself through the violent spiral, but she still felt stuck, suffocated in a memory that had crawled from the depths of her brain.

Her eyes were screwed shut and a dull pain throbbed from her arm and her head.

“Sunshine, come on.” The voice spoke again; it was lighter and softer as it tried to pull her out. She shuttered, drenched in a coldness that reached her bones. After a moment, she managed to peel her eyes open, but she was terrified to find herself back inside the Lab and realize the last year of her life was nothing but a dream.

When her eyes opened, it revealed a darkened yard hidden behind a concerned face. She wasn’t back in the Lab, nor was Dr. Brenner anywhere in sight. Instead, she was on the other side of the towering fence of Hawkins National Laboratory with Steve kneeling in front of her.

His eyes were wide, and his lips parted in a sigh of relief.

Something wet touched her fingers and she pulled away from his gaze, dropping her eyes onto her wrist. The tattooed 007 was covered in scratch marks from her nails and blood had spilled over onto her skin.

A breathy sob broke from her lips as she pushed herself backward on the grass, away from Steve. The image of the man with blackened eyes still lingered in her mind, refusing to her alone.

“I didn’t mean it,” Sunshine cried out in a panic. “I didn’t…I didn’t…” It was hard to breathe, and the world became blurred from the tears that rained down her flushed cheeks. Her nails continued to rake against her tattoo like some part of her thought if she clawed out the ink, it would change the person she was and erase what she had done.

Sunshine never meant to hurt anyone, and she never wanted to kill anyone. What would happen if her friends learned what she had done inside the Lab, both under the thumb of scientist and doctor and of her own accord to escape? The same horrified expression the man who was bound and gagged in the observation room, would they mirror it?

They would hate her; her friends, the people she loved so dearly, would hate her, she was sure of it. Her parent would too. They didn’t know the truth about Sunshine at all, but if they realized that not only were they taking care of a science experiment but a killer too, there was no way that they’d be able to look at her the same.

Every horrible thought entered her mind at once, spinning around like a hurricane inside her skull. It threatened to tear her apart right there, in the front yard of Hawkins Lab. It would have been such a sick and twisted fate for her. She felt like she was dying in front of the very place that had threatened to kill her a hundred times over.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Steve said in a rushed breath as he reached forward and grabbed a hold of both of Sunshine’s hands to make her stop scratching her tattoo. “Sunshine, look at me, please.”

She tried to blink back the tears and make out the shape of his face close to hers.

“You’re okay. I promise you, you’re okay,” said Steve.

She shook her head but made no effort to pull her hands away from his. It took her a moment, but she eventually managed to speak through her hiccupped cries. “I can…can’t make it stop.” The alarms, the smoke, the screams, and the voices all raged inside her head, making it impossible to escape. “I just want it to stop.”

Her entire being was so tangled with the Lab that it wasn’t possible for her to get away. Every inch of her skin, every corner of her brain, and every drop of her blood had been tainted by that place. Sunshine could not escape it. Yet, it didn’t fully come crashing down on her until she returned and laid her eyes upon the daunting building that held most of her life hostage.

“Those people, the, uh, the bad guys, right? They’re gone,” Steve said as he squeezed her shaking hands a little tighter. His gaze bore into her tear-streaked face, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him.

A part of her was embarrassed. Sunshine always tried to keep her sights set on the future and to keep her twisted and complicated emotions to herself, but they spilled out of her faster than she could catch them. She had existed on a very thin thread and facing down the Lab again had pulled on her a little too hard; she was unraveling.

The other part of Sunshine was scared; she couldn’t recall a time she wasn’t at least a little terrified. It was a perpetual feeling that lingered behind her like a shadow, waiting to enclose her in darkness the moment she felt too comfortable in her new life.

“What if they’re not?” Sunshine whispered, speaking a persistent fear out loud for the first time. “W-What if they come back? What…” Her breath hitched and the rest of her question slipped away with the continuous tears down her chin, dotting the collar of her coat.

Steve dropped his hold on Sunshine’s hand, and for a moment, a pain panged deep in her chest. She thought he was going to leave, turn on his heel, and roll his eyes like the doctors used to do when she cried in front of them. She imagined Dr. Brenner’s sneer or the cold hand of a soldier threatening to grab her by the wrist and toss her out of the way when she got too emotional.

It hurt when they all turned away and ignored her, but the thought of Steve mirroring their actions caused panic to burn in her throat. She sucked in a deep breath and watched carefully for his next move, unsure what she would do if her fears played out right there.

He moved slowly and carefully, giving her enough time to turn her head or pull back if she wanted, and brought his hand to her cheek. His thumb attempted to wipe away the falling tears.

That little gesture, a turn of her expectations, was enough to melt away the urge to push away from him. Falling forward, she buried her head in the crook of Steve’s shoulder. Despite the cold November air, he was warm, and his jacket smelled like pine trees and gasoline. Above everything, he felt safe to her. He had been the first person she met outside of the Lab, and somewhere in her brain, that comfort she must've felt with him as a little girl pushed through her fear just enough for her to trust him. That trust only grew throughout the past year as their friendship did.

She must’ve taken him by surprise because it took a moment before he hesitantly wrapped his arms around her. In her head, she kept repeating to herself that he was real and that she was safe. There was still that lingering fear that she'd open her eyes and everything she’d grown to love would be taken away all over again. She feared her friends and family would disappear and she’d be back to holding cold hands in haunted hallways, desperate for the connections she finally had restored in her life, but she held on tight to the fabric of his jacket in the hope of preventing him from slipping away.

They stayed like that for a while, until Sunshine’s tears subsided, and she was able to choke out a sentence without her voice breaking down the middle. When she pulled away from Steve, just enough to see the concerned furrow of his brows and the white scar that adorned his eyebrow from his and Jonathan’s fight last year.

“I’m just scared,” she admitted. “I’m scared this is all going to go away, and I’ll have to go back there. I…I can’t. I can’t do that again.”

New people had taken control of the Lab, and the other doctors were nowhere to be seen. Hopper had reassured her that the new people were only there to deal with any Upside Down incidents that occurred in Hawkins. Sunshine knew that those people from her time in the Lab were still out there, somewhere, and that one day they could return to finish what they started. She had everything to lose, and no idea if someone was plotting to ruin it for her all over again.

Steve shook his head, his hands on her shoulders. “That’s not going to happen,” he said. His words sounded so sure, so confident. It caused a small frown to pull on Sunshine’s lips. “I’m serious, Sunshine. Those people are gone and even if, for some reason, they weren’t and they came after you, there’s not a chance in hell that me or anyone here would let anything happen to you. You’re too important to us.” There was a certain intensity in his gaze that made her want to believe him. She could tell he believed it, maybe even enough for the both of them.

“He’s right.” A new voice joined in, startling both Sunshine and Steve. They turned their heads to see the three kids lingering a few steps away.

Dustin smiled sheepishly and said, “Sorry. We just, uh, the power came back on so Nancy and Jonathan went to see what’s going on in there.”

“And we wanted to make sure you okay,” Lucas added, looking at Sunshine.

Dustin nodded. “Steve’s right, you know? You’re a party member, and that means we look out for each other like how you looked out for us tonight. You totally kicked ass! And we’d totally kick someone’s ass if they tried to come after you.”

Sunshine wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket and smiled softly at the kids, even Max, who looked widely confused. They were some of the bravest kids she had ever met, and while she wished they weren’t saddled with another impossible fight against something none of them really understood, she was glad she had met them and that they served as a constant reminder that Sunshine had people on her side.

“Thanks, guys,” she sniffled, moving to stand. Steve followed suit, lingering close to Sunshine’s side. Her eyes fell back onto the Lab, and she sucked in a breath. The windows were illuminated, and the place was alive once more.

She was out and she wasn’t going back.

“Uh, guys?” Max pulled all of their attention and pointed toward a set of headlights coming toward them down the driveway.

A car suddenly rushed past them, leaving all of them confused, but they had no time to question it before Hopper’s truck came to a stop beside them.

Hopper flung open the passenger door and screamed at all of them to hurry. Without hesitation, they all ran toward the truck. The trio of middle schoolers scrambled into the back seat before Steve and Sunshine crammed in the front with Hopper. Steve didn’t even manage to close the door fully before Hopper sped off, putting distance between them and Lab, which Sunshine was thankful for.

They followed Nancy’s speeding car down the dark streets of Hawkins as monsters howled in the distance, right under the unsuspecting noses of sleeping Hawkins residents.

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Hey! Who are your top 3 action webtoon characters (doesn't have to include main character) and why?

gives u a big hug when i saw this ask i yelled out loud ty SM for asking . i had to think long and hard about this one bc honestly there are SO many amazing characters to choose from augh!!! okok im gonna put it under a read more bc i went a little overboard my bad 🤧

slight spoilers(?) for viral hit, teenage mercenary

3. kayden from eleceed!!!! okay first of all shoutout to casein nitrate for being the funniest fuckin concept ive ever read in a webtoon oh my GOD. when he was in human form for the first time in front of the gang and ilhyuk and was like "why arent they giving me treats.." I WAS ROLLING OH MY GODDD. THE WAY HE INTERACTS W PEOPLE IN HIS CAT FORM IS HYSTERICAL. anyways as a character i rlly rlly like him because of how much he. cares about jiwoo like that's LITERALLY his son that's his little boy the found families in eleceed have me sobbing all day theyre so important to me. i also like him because of HOW STRONG HE IS?? LIKE HE'S SO YOUNG BUT HE'S RESPECTED BY EVERY AWAKENED BC OF HIS STRENGTH LIKE OMG. also he is so so gender im so jealous of him and kartein UGH. speaking of kartein him and kartein's relationship is great to me bc they bring out dif sides of each other that r super cool to see !! also theyre hilarious together . kayden's funny and he looks cool AND he kicks ass AND HE'S A GRUMPY DAD FIGURE like it does not get any better than this.

2. ijin from teenage mercenary/mercenary enrollment !!!! this one is my fav webtoon of all time 💓💓 i adore ijin because like...even after all he's been through and how grim and immovable his life has made him, he's still so so gentle with his grandfather and little sister. he loves his family so so much and it makes me ILL. speaking of his family i adore just how many families he HAS like he has the numbers, major kang and all them (his relationship w them has me absolutely dead on the floor the amount of rants ive gone on abt them is frankly worrying), dusik cha n his right hand man, and ofc his grandpa and dayeon!! he's so caring that he creates such strong bonds with so many people and they become irreplaceable in his heart and he would do absolutely anything to protect them. he puts the people he sees as family over EVERYTHING in his life and once a person has become part of his fam he becomes super protective of them <3 an example of that is once he knew that jiyeh was engaged to major kang, who was the first person to really help him understand what family means, he immediately added her to the ppl to be protected and went super far to protect her when she got kidnapped because he knows she's special to major kang!! someone in the comments said "his in-law!!" and that had me sobbing on the floor bc he got so excited and felt like he had to be cool in front of her AUGHH. he's such a sweetheart while also being an incredible and badass fighter and that combo is my fav kind of character 🫶🫶

1. MY ABSOLUTELY FAV IS TAEHUN FROM VIRAL HIT/HOW TO FIGHT. me and my buddy literally rant to each other all the time about him every time he shows up we're kicking our feet twirling our hair giggling.... i haven't finished his backstory arc (im paused at the beginning of it i've had to mentally prepare myself) but i like him bc he's really passionate abt taekwondo and was ready to teach it to hobin even tho he said he would beat the crap out of him the next time he saw him ... imo this was the turning point for them and if hobin hadnt gone to him to learn the back kick taehun wouldnt have become such an integral part of the hobin yu company(lol). i also rlly love that he was determined to start a newtube channel even tho he thought it was embarrassing aughh it was so cute!! also he watches hobin's streams and is visibly super proud of how far he's come and i think thats rlly sweet <33 i also love him bc he's incredibly gender like i wish i was him so so bad the mullet and the style and the LIPGLOSS AND MASCARA AND EYELINER and the snark and the asking for 500 won thing he's so frickin cool im obsessed with him AUGH!!! i just think he's super cool. another reason is bc of how obviously fruity that guy is like oh my god he cannot be normal for 3 seconds every time he's trying to intimidate someone he has to get all up in their personal space like,, be fr. when he first confronted yeonu(?) did u see that pose bruh what was that. every time his fangirls show up in v-hit's chat im like theyre LITERALLY me i could not relate to them more honestly. i made him an entire pinterest board . the entire reason i started reading v-hit was for him bc my friend told me abt how cool he was and i just had to get in on that so,, yaya !!! he exceeded my expectations a thousand times and ilhsm

^ some of my fav taehun scenes altho every single panel he's in has me blushing and giggling 🤭

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

frankenstein from noblesse!! he's so badass and i love his hair and he's so loyal he just. aughh even tho the gang pisses him off sometimes he still cares for them sm

mr na from get schooled/true education!! he cares so so much abt the kids and helping them and he really wants to defend his fiancee and prove that she was right to say all kids can change <3

gerard from weak hero...he is so special to me i love how old man he is. he sleeps in bushes and enjoys slapstick comedy he's just like me fr!!! i just love him soo much smth about these guys who fight w kicks 💓

#eds asks #webtoon #action webtoon #viral hit #taehun viral hit #teenage mercenary #mercenary enrollment #yu ijin #eleceed #kayden eleceed #weak hero #get schooled #noblesse #beloved anon #anon u have no idea how excited i was when i got this ilysm

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👊MysMes Could I kick their ass? 👊

Yoosung: Yes but at what cost? Why would I? I'm angry at the world but never you, baby boy.

Zen: Not entirely. Zen would block and defend himself a lot more than Yoosung would because he knows how to + he's agile from stage work. I'm a woman so he wouldn't fight back but he'd get roughed a little before tiring me out and finding a way to stop my bullshit.

Jaehee: NO WAY IN HELLLLLLL. Jaehee is a black belt in Judo, if I came at her she'd snatch me by the wrist and have me on the ground with all the air knocked out of me SO quick.

707: No. We learn in various points of story that Seven's a lot more physically capable than he looks and man's always ready to fight for his life. I'd have to get the mental edge on him just to make the first swing hit but after that I'd have to continue fighting dirty just to not lose SO fast.

Jumin: I THINK I CAN? he works out but I don't think he got trained at all to defend himself, this is assuming no body guards are there to stop the fight. He has people to fight for him, I think I can get his ass 1v1.

V: 1000% and he'd let me, he would be too afraid to defend himself too vigorously lest he hurt me back so it'd be fast and he'd be ok simply because it would bum me out how quickly he gives in. Love yourself, bebe 💔.

Saeran: I don't think so? I feel like he'd be too unpredictable to get the jump on. I'm assuming he's decently strong and just as feral in a fight as I am. Depending on what version of him I'm against I'm either getting pinned or curb stomped.

Rika: Yes, I know baby girl cannot fight. My mental illness is stronger, beloved.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #jumin han #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #hyun ryu #saeran choi

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all the posts youve tagged as igsi have created SUCH an interesting portrait!!! if you ever want to talk about him, please take this as an invitation!!

sending this ask is like hand-feeding me crack cocaine. I WILL utilize this invitation i will tell you this man’s fucking life now. under the cut because this gets extremely long but tl;dr for anyone else: Igsi is my angry dog coded character who hates authority and will NOT respect gods (even though he ends up dating one)

OKAY so to start off. Igsivalitaq “Igsi” Anderson is a guy from my original story Ittuatuq and I’ve written a few things for it but I never actually wrote anything with him, though I should Really Change That. he’s one of the main antagonists in the second book/season (I section off Ittuatuq into books/seasons cuz im insane), but over time he becomes part of the main protagonist cast instead.

so, backstory: Igsi grew up in Iqaluit, Nunavut. He lives with his mother and father, but also an anthropologist named Roland Lawrence who’s lived there most of Igsi’s life(not important now but later), and as he grew up he started getting into trouble with authority, even at a young age. at first it started with petty domestic stuff, like acting out for attention at home or teasing classmates, but over time it started really escalating into getting into trouble with the law with crimes like theft, trespassing, underage drinking cuz of good ol undiagnosed mental illness. he specifically starts running into trouble with one RCMP officer in particular, Officer Nakasuk.

so, Igsi obviously starts to form a grudge against him, and he starts to repeatedly antagonize the Officer specifically. in turn, the Officer and Igsi’s parents set him up with the Officer’s mother, who we just call Mentor. the Mentor starts Igsi on a very spiritual path towards healing and also lowkey teaching him about being a whole ass angakkuq in the hopes that this makes him stop being such a troubled kid. and while Igsi does actually get very, very interested in traditional spirituality and does end up liking the mentor and wanting to be a full-fledged angakkuq, his troubles with the law still get worse.

this all REALLY comes to a head just after he turns 18. the night Igsi gets released after a gruelling inpatient treatment that really left him frustrated, he and the Officer really come to a head. theyre alone and it’s a dark winter so they’re really saying like the shittiest things possible. one thing leads to another, Officer Nakasuk threatens Igsi with a stun gun, Igsi’s frustrations of being treated like shit for his entire life for things he never got Actual help for while being consistently incarcerated by the people who have authority over him finally overflows, and… oops! Igsi utilizes his angakkuq power andddd the Officer is dead.

THIS is where the dog coding really kicks in because it’s like. oh my god, he killed a person. he has fought and injured people, yes, but he has never actually killed someone. and he’s an adult, there is no juvie waiting for him, its Real Prison, and while he has hated the Officer for breaking his community apart, he’s still law enforcement. this shit is going to ruin him. so… he runs! he runs away with practically zero preparation, into the very dangerous tundra wilderness in the dead of winter. and he essentially just becomes a stray dog, living on scraps while a part of him desperately wishes he could return home and curl up in the lap of his parents, but he KNOWS he can’t do that.

but at the same time he refuses to believe that what he did was wrong. that he’s done what should have been done long ago, that he DESERVED to bite the way he did, because goddamn it, he was horribly oppressed by a system that was created to subjugate people like him, and he will never be the boy he was again, and isnt that enough to prove it was worth it? its during this exile that he really feels dejected by the entire world, from controlling human society and uncaring spiritual society, that he’s like Fuck it, whatever happens to me, i dont care, i will never follow anyone’s orders ever again.

anyway. hes about to die in the tundra due to hypothermia (lmao) when he encounters a spirit made of flame. this spirit is a tuurngaq, an auxiliary spirit that angakkuit can bond their souls to and gain extraordinary power, named Paliq. Paliq is a whole other can of worms lol but essentially, the two of them have very similar ideals in regards to authority and being controlled, so they make a deal: they can bond, Paliq will keep Igsi warm and protect him from then on, but in return Igsi cannot treat Paliq like a regular tuurngaq and they must act like a team, not with no orders or subordinates. which Igsi is like okay yeah perfect.

this however does Not solve the fact that Igsi is wanted and also starving OOPS. so one way or another, Igsi ends up returning to Iqaluit, and obviously he’s fucking arrested. and while Igsi and Paliq are planning to find a way to escape and leave the country (its a terrible plan), guess what. it’s that fucking anthropologist in the beginning didn’t expect THAT. and he’s like Listen Igsi. youre a good man if a bit misguided. I can get you out of this situation to the best of my ability, but in return you have to tell me about what your mentor has taught you, and also tell me about your new friend. because turns out, while this anthropologist joined Igsi’s family to study poverty and culture in Inuit families, he ended up getting really obsessed with the “lost” art of traditional angakkuit so now he wants access to it.

Igsi agrees, the court proceedings go surprisingly well bc Lawrence has the money to provide Igsi with a good lawyer, and Igsi gets off with manslaughter. so he still does time but like, better than second degree. and while Igsi has obviously lost the trust from his Mentor for killing her son, he still has a lot of angakkuit knowledge that he starts to provide for Lawrence, and while Lawrence is very careful to make the whole transaction seem very equal bc they’ve known each other for so long and he knows Igsi’s deal with authority, he basically has Igsi on a leash and is using him as a working dog isnt that FUCKED. I love it.

this goes on until “present day” in the story (which actually takes place in 2030 cuz im insane), where Igsi is finally off of prison. and Lawrence is like hey I’ve got word from two reputable angakkuuk (the protagonist’s, Piqati’s, parents) that theres actually a super small hamlet in the middle of buttfuck nowhere where a living god resides and is basically a bastion for power and spirits. come with me and we can go there and you can basically do whatever the fuck you want there forever and i get to pursue my studies (unlimited power but Igsi doesn’t know that). and Igsi is like Fuck Yeah let’s go.

SO. NOW HES LOOSE. he enters Ittuatuq and immediately starts antagonizing the fuck out of everyone in there, but especially Piqati and his friends. WHICH IS INSANE. BC THEYRE 18 YEARS OLDS WHO ARE STILL IN SCHOOL and at this point Igsi is 24 it’s like. he’s beefing with high schoolers and he’s very pathetic about that. But what i reallyyyy wanna focus on is his interaction with a certain character: Airaq, the VERY beloved bear deity of Ittuatuq.

HIS DYNAMIC WITH AIRAQ IS SOOO. RRAUURAGH if you love dog coding and religious doubt then this is it this is the place. at first Igsi starts pursuing Airaq because he’s kind of very into the whole challenge of getting with a deity and the fact that Airaq seems so pure and beloved on the outside. so it starts out with very casual flings and hook ups, but over time as the plot moves on Igsi starts getting really attached to Airaq and it’s like. oh shit. now all of a sudden he feels himself getting wrapped around a god’s finger, instinctively doing what Airaq says (the whole fucking “call your dog off” dynamic), and oh god, is this going against his ideals? what does it mean that he’s falling in love with a god?

so yeah. dog metaphors, religious metaphors, and crazy insane power dynamics all about. also stupid crazy faggot sex but thats not what you asked for and i wont embarrass myself elaborating here LMAO.

OKAY THIS GOT VERY LONG. and i could honestly do this for hours but this is, believe it or not, just a brief overview of him and i barely even got into the main plot. if you or anyone who is reading this wants anything more specific then please feel free to ask and ill go even deeper. god i really need to actually start writing him cuz im obsessed with him genuinely.

thank you for asking this if you read all of this my dear mutual sworcerie im kissing you square on the lips (or just high fiving you if that’s cooler)

(btw heres him all drawn by my gf)

#asks #sworcerie #mewfies #ittuatuq #i wrote so much that I legit have to rb this to my ittuatuq blog lol

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