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episode one: the vanishing of will byers

Steve nods, as if you almost getting hit by his car makes perfect sense to him. When you walk over to your bike and inspect it for any damage, he follows after you. “So,” he whistles, trying to pretend that this is all a completely normal occurrence. “You, uh, need a ride?” Honestly you don’t know why you’re surprised he hasn’t noticed the clear signs of you crying, your swollen eyes and red nose. Not only is he a boy, but he’s also Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle he even stopped to make sure you weren’t dead.

summary: jonathan smuggles you free food in exchange for friendship, will goes missing the one time you listen to jonathan, hopper doesn't really like you, and steve harrington almost hits you with his car as you're sobbing like a damn baby (in a cool way).

rating: general, although there's plenty of cursing and slight innuendos, so fair warning.

warnings: cursing, fem!reader, and use of y/n.

words: 7k

before you swing in: hello ! this is the first chapter of my come home series, where i plan on rewriting the entirety of stranger things because i really love a good rewrite fic and this is me just indulging in my ideal fic fantasies tbh. before we start: this is a steve x reader fic, however there will be some slight feelings between the reader and jonathan because, but it doesn't at all get in the way of steve and honestly just adds to the angst because i love a good tragedy. also, reader is dustin's older sister, but i tried to write her as neutral as possible in terms of physical features, so let's all just play along. that is all ! i'm very excited for this series and i hope y'all enjoy her as much as i do :)

November 6th, 1983

Your shift at Bookstrordinary ends at 8:30 tonight, so as soon as you’ve organized all the books within the store and cashed out the last customer, you say goodnight to your boss, Mrs. Waters, and clock out. Today had been a longer shift, and it didn’t help that you had to deal with a particularly eager bookclub mother who insisted that you had the latest copy of some obscure novel that she needed for her club. After several attempts to inform her that no, you really didn’t have some novel about a cowboy falling in love with a rodeo girl from Michigan, nor would you ever want to read that, the mother angrily walked away.

You’re happy to finally be free from work though, excited to see Jonathan to tell him about the book club mom because you know he gets a kick out of those suburban middle class mothers that terrorize Hawkins. He works across from you, at The Hawk theater, and it’s one of your favorite things about the bookstore. Besides getting to be surrounded by books all day and reading Spider-Man, you get to be across the street from your best friend and share frequent breaks together.

A bell signifies your arrival at the theater, alerting Jonathan to look up from the concession stand and smile at you. He looks tired, which you can understand. It’s been a particularly long school year so far with Jonathan having to work more shifts than usual to support his family.

“Welcome to The Hawk, can I interest you in our specialty popcorn and candy corn mixture?”

You make a face, “No, thanks. Candy corn freaks me out.”

Jonathan laughs, knowing you’d say that. It’s been a running joke between the two of you for as long as you can remember. You’re not picky with most foods, but candy corn? The bane of your existence. “Tough crowd, then.”

You laugh as well, now standing in front of the counter, and you learn against it so that you’re in Jonathan’s space. After being friends for so long, personal space doesn’t exist between the two of you. You’re the only person that Jonathan lets get this close to him on a regular basis, which you’re secretly proud of.

“So, you almost done so we can pick up our idiotic brothers?” Tonight, as usual, Will and Dustin are at Mike’s house playing DnD. They’d biked over as soon as school let out, while Jonathan drove you to work, so he was your ride back for the night.

He shakes his head at you, wincing, “I picked up an extra shift tonight. Stacy called out sick, and it’s good money…”

You nod in understanding. He doesn’t have to explain himself to you, which he’s always relieved by.

“It’s okay. Is my bike still in your trunk?”

“Yeah, I can get it out for you since I’m kind of ditching you tonight.”

You wave him off, already reaching across the counter to grab his keys from his coat pocket. “No need, I’ll get it out myself so you don’t get in trouble with your boss.” Jonathan’s boss is an older guy, extra scary. “I’m assuming that I’m taking Will home tonight?”

“It’ll be late by the time you get the boys, and you’ll have Dustin. We only live a couple blocks apart, you can just bike with Will until you get to your street.”

“Are you sure? I know he’s scared of the dark.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. You’re already doing enough being there for most of the ride; I’m sure Will can survive the last five minutes alone.”

You give Jonathan an unsure look, but you don’t argue with him. He’s his brother, he knows Will’s capabilities, and it’s an unspoken fact that you baby Will a bit too much. He’s just so much tinier than the other boys, softer in a way that you want to protect. He’s special.

Jonathan sneaks you a large peach lemonade and hot dog from the concession stand when you return with his keys. You’ve parked your bike up front, and you accept the food gratefully. You hadn’t had time to eat your usual dinner during your break due to the bookclub mother fiasco, so you inhale the food quickly and give his hair a ruffle.

“You’re a lifesaver, bee.”

Jonathan lightly hits your hand away from his hair. “Consider it your payment for dealing with Will and Dustin on your own tonight, bug.”

Bee and bug were the names the two of you had given each other years ago. Jonathan had started it with bug, stemming from the fact that you love Spider-Man so much, and you had struggled to come up with your own nickname for him. Then it came to you: bee, or B, for Byers. It was perfect, and you’re still incredibly proud of yourself for the creativity, honestly.

After your quick dinner, you say goodbye to your friend and head off. It’s late now, nearing 9, and you hope that Mrs. Wheeler and your own mom won’t be too upset with you for being late for pick up. You know they prefer to have the boys in bed by a decent hour, but in your defense, Jonathan did skip out on you.

You arrive at the Wheeler’s in a short amount of time and knock on the door. Your cheeks are flushed from the early November cold, and you’re regretting that you only put on a thin sweater and jeans this morning.

Mike answers the door, giving you a dirty look. “Did you have to come early?”

“I’m actually later than usual,” you sidestep him, making your way into his house; you’ve become used to Mike’s attitude. “I take it the campaign is still ongoing?”

“See, mom? Even Y/N understands how long a good campaign can go on for!” Mike waves his arms at you, as if to signify to his mother the importance of your understanding.

Mrs. Wheeler ignores her son to greet you kindly, albeit a bit exasperated. “Hello, Y/N, please come in.” Then she turns to Mike, giving him a stern look. “Mike, why don’t you tell Y/N how you boys have been playing for ten hours? I’m sure she’ll be understanding then.”

“You guys have been playing for ten hours?”

Mike looks down in embarrassment for a second before turning to his father for help. You laugh a bit at his enthusiasm and see a faint smile on his mom’s face as well. Quietly you excuse yourself to go downstairs to find the other boys, and Mrs. Wheeler wishes you luck.

Everyone always acts like the boys are some giant pain; truthfully, you enjoy them. Sure, they can be a handful, but they’re just kids; it’s hard for you to ever stay mad at them. Plus they like you, so it makes dealing with them easier.

Lucas, Dustin, and Will are running around the basement when you get down there, frantically searching for something. You hear Lucas inform Will that if Mike doesn’t see something, then it doesn’t count. The urgence in his voice amuses you; you’ll never fully wrap your head around why they take DnD so seriously, but you love that they can enjoy it with each other.

Dustin is the first to see you. “Y/N!”

The other boy’s heads turn to you and they greet you with enthusiasm as well. Will rushes towards you for a hug, which you gladly accept. When you break apart, Lucas gives you a high five and asks about a comic you’ve put on hold for him at the store.

“Any luck?”

“Sorry, Sinclair. It’s still sold out, but the second it’s restocked I’ll smuggle one for you.”

“Sick!”

Dustin walks over, now in his coat and holding a pizza box. “Want a slice?”

You decline, informing him that Jonathan snuck some food for you. At the mention of his brother’s name, Will asks where he is. You tell him that Jonathan had to cover a shift and that you’ll be taking him most of the way home tonight.

As you all make your way upstairs, you notice that Dustin continues up to the second floor. Lucas notices too, and the two of you share a knowing look.

“Still have a crush on Nancy?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yup.” Lucas responds, smiling in disappointment.

You wait for your brother outside, helping Will with his coat and listen to Mike’s rambling about the campaign. Lucas is already on his bike, ready to go.

“There’s something wrong with your sister.” Dustin declares when he finally returns.

Mike looks at you, then at your brother, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“She’s got a stick up her butt.”

“Dustin!” You berate. Nancy isn’t your favorite person, but she’s always been nice to you the few times you’ve interacted. You guys used to be closer when you were younger, but high school has a way of distancing people.

“Yeah,” Lucas now speaks up. “It’s because she’s been dating that douchebag, Steve Harrington.” How the hell does Lucas even know about that? You didn’t even know about that until just now.

“Lucas! Language!”

“Yeah, she’s been turning into a real jerk.”

“Dustin, I swear to God-”

The boys ignore you, which you’re honestly not surprised by. While they may like you, that doesn't mean that they listen to you. On a good day they maybe listen to you 25% of the time, but tonight was clearly not a good night.

Mike finally cuts in, “She’s always been a real jerk.”

“Hey, she’s your sister. Give her some credit-”

Dustin is now the one who cuts you off. “Nuh-uh, only you get the sister leniency, Y/N. Nancy used to be cool, now she isn’t.”

“Remember that time she dressed up as an elf for our Elder tree campaign?” Lucas asks, almost reminiscent.

You shudder at the way he says it, and you shudder more when you see the dreamy look in your brother’s eyes. “Yeah, I remember…”

“Gross,” you huff at your brother, now hopping on your own bike.

Lucas and Dustin begin to pedal away, and you call after them to wait up. Will is still with Mike, and you promised Jonathan you’d get him home. You give the boys a bit of space, waiting a few paces ahead. Will has always been shy around Mike, something that you’ve tried not looking into too much, but to be safe you give them some privacy.

Faintly, you hear Will say, “The Demogorgon, it got me.”

Lights flicker a bit, but you’re too focused on the slight unease you feel by Will’s words. Before you can think too much about them, he joins you. “Race you up to Lucas and Dustin?”

“You’re on,” you tell him.

Will beats you to the boys (which you let him do), and you’re out of breath. The four of you bike in silence for a bit until you reach Lucas’s turn into his neighborhood.

“Good night, ladies.” He says, and you don’t need to be a psychic to know what your brother’s response is going to be.

“Kiss your mom ‘night for me.” Bless him.

You and Will giggle together, and Dustin smirks at the two of you, proud. He sits in the praise for a few moments before challenging you and Will to race home with the promise of a comic for whoever wins.

“I call last year’s Black Cat issue of Spider-man!” You call out, already biking away from the boys.

“We didn’t say go!”

Dustin and Will call after you as they try to catch up, and within a few seconds the three of you are speeding down the hill towards your home. You laugh gleefully, enjoying the way the wind whips through your hair and the way Dustin, though annoyed by your early start, laughs alongside you with Will.

Somehow Will is the one who wins the race, which you’re impressed by. He may be small, but he’s surprisingly good at winning when it comes to a competition. Dustin shouts at Will that he’ll kill him, which makes you send a warning look at him.

“I’ll take your X-Men 134!” Will retaliates, still flying through the street.

You and Dustin are now stopped at your mailbox and you take a moment to catch your breath before shouting at Will, “Be careful, please! Stay safe!”

“I’ll be fine, I promise!” Will’s voice is distant, now a few yards away, and you stand outside for a few more seconds to watch his figure disappear into the night. Dustin has already gone inside but you wait to follow, only going inside when you can no longer see Will, hopefully home safe and sound. You feel fear creep upon you, but you chalk it up to your usual worry when it comes to the boy.

He’ll be okay, Jonathan should be home within the hour.

–

The next morning you’re frantically biking to school, pissed off at Jonathan. He’s your ride every morning, or everywhere, really, and for the second time in 24 hours he’s bailed on you. Dustin left for school ages ago on his bike, so you’re thankful he doesn’t see you embarrassingly sweaty and gross as you race to school.

It’s not that you’re pissed that Jonathan bailed again, you’re pissed because he didn’t even have the nerve to call you ahead of time to warn you. Now you have only ten minutes before the first bell rings, and your sweater clings to you uncomfortably as you sweat.

You make it to school with a few minutes to spare, so you quickly make your way over to your locker to grab the necessary books for the day. You’re still sweaty, and you don’t want to even think about what your hair looks like right now. You look down the hall towards Jonathan’s locker, still not seeing him, and you begin to worry a bit. Maybe he overslept after last night’s shift?

A body crashes into yours, sending your notebooks spiraling to the ground. Steve Harrington looks at you sheepishly, only saying a small “whoops!” before continuing his fast pace towards the girl’s bathroom. You scoff, now even more annoyed with your entire morning, picking up your stuff as you see Nancy enter the same bathroom a few moments later.

“In a public school bathroom?” You mutter in disgust, collecting the last of your things and heading to class.

You decide to give Jonathan until second period, sophomore English which the two of you share, before you freak out. You know you have a problem with over worrying about the people you love, so you try to calm yourself down. While Jonathan has never been the type to cancel without at least calling first, you reason with yourself that everyone has a bad morning. He simply slept in too late. When he wakes up, he’ll come to school and he’ll be sitting in the seat next to you in English.

Except Jonathan isn’t in the seat next to yours when you enter the classroom an hour later. Now you officially let yourself begin to worry. Something about this doesn’t feel right.

You’ve never skipped class before, school has always been important to you. You’re the top of your class with hopes of running away from Hawkins with Jonathan to a big city with an even bigger university. However, you don’t even hesitate to flee the classroom and find the nearest phone in the school to call the Byers’ residence.

Jonathan answers after a few rings, and the words that leave his lips change your life forever. “Will is missing.”

You feel all the air in your lungs be knocked out of you. You can’t breathe and you sway a bit as your knees threaten to give out. This isn’t real, this can’t be happening.

“What?”

“Will, he-he’s gone, Y/N. We can’t find him and-”

You don’t hear whatever else Jonathan says. You struggle to get air back in your lungs. Will isn’t missing, you just saw him last night. Mere hours ago Will laughed next to you, face alive with joy, he hugged you and joked along with you.

“He didn’t come home last night-”

“He didn’t come home?” Jonathan’s words catch your attention and you feel bile rise in your throat. Will didn’t make it home last night. You were the last one to see him, and the realization crushes you; it’s all your fault.

“Mom and I just searched the woods, and there’s no sign of him and-” Jonathan is rambling now, his own fear and despair clear in his voice.

“Jonathan,” you force his name out, now needing to be there for your best friend. You can worry for Will in your own time, right now Jonathan needs you. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Y/N, you don’t-”

You hang up before Jonathan can argue with you and stumble towards the exit. Your limbs feel heavier than normal, and your ears are ringing. Will is missing. He’s so small, he’s scared of the dark… You left him alone in the dark.

The bike ride to the Byers home is a blur. You don’t remember much, your body going on autopilot the second you hopped on your bike. You’re running on pure fear and adrenaline right now, too worried for your boys to focus on anything else.

You don’t bother to knock when you arrive, instead you let yourself in. Joyce is on the phone, arguing with some woman named Cynthia. Your eyes find Jonathan’s, who is sitting on the couch hunched over something. You walk over to him and sit down beside him and your stomach lurches when you see the words “have you seen me?” he’s so neatly printed out on a piece of paper.

“Bee…” you exhale, voice cracking a bit.

Jonathan doesn’t say anything, but you know him as well as you know yourself. He doesn’t want comforting words right now. You take his hand into yours and lean your head against his shoulder. Worry has made his muscles tense, but you feel him relax into you a bit as he rests his own head against yours. The two of you sit like that for a moment, taking in the comfort you bring each other.

“Bitch!” Joyce slams the phone down, causing you and Jonathan to jump apart.

“Mom,”

“What?” Joyce is a mixture of both rage and anxiety, and you feel awful looking at her. Her son is missing, you can’t imagine what she must be feeling right now.

“You have to stay calm.” Jonathan tells her, his voice firm but kind. You know it’s taking everything in him to be as stable as he is right now; he’s putting on a front for his worried mother. You squeeze his hand, hoping it conveys the support and love that you need it to.

He squeezes back, and you see Joyce finally recognize that you’re there as well. She sends you a weak wave, which you return, before she goes back to dialing and trying to reach Lonnie. Jonathan gives your hand one last squeeze and lets go, now returning back to the posters. You immediately understand that he’s doing this to distract himself, so you do the same and wordlessly help him.

You begin writing your own “have you seen me?” when Joyce once again slams her phone down. The sound makes you flinch, inadvertently messing up your writing, which you sigh at. Before you can ask Jonathan for another piece of paper, you hear a car pull up.

Jonathan stands up to investigate, alerting his mom that the cops are here. You follow after them outside, your heart dropping when you see Will’s bike in the Chief’s hand. He ushers everyone inside, informing Joyce that he found the bike lying in the road.

“How far was it from the house?” You ask, your voice frail.

The Chief looks at you, his nametag informs you that his name is Hopper, and raises his eyebrows. “And can I know who is asking?”

You clear your throat, nervous under his scrutinizing gaze. “I’m Y/N Henderson. I’m close with the Byers, I biked with Will home,” your voice catches in your throat, snagging onto the guilt that has been clawing at you ever since you found out Will was missing. You clear your throat again, determined to continue. “I was with him last night. My brother and I live right off Mirkwood, a few blocks from here. He only had a few more minutes before he would’ve been home.”

Hopper stares at you. “Mirkwood?”

“It’s where-”

“Yeah, those moron kids explained it to me. I just didn’t think someone your age would call the street that, too.” Then, as an afterthought, Hopper adds, “The bike was found a block from here.”

His words sting, but you ignore it. If the bike was found only a block from the Byers’ home, then that means that something had to have happened to Will only minutes after you last saw him. You feel the familiar churning in your stomach, wracked with guilt.

“Did it have any blood on it?” Joyce now asks, and you’re thankful she’s taken the attention off of you.

Jonathan sees your distress and grabs your sweater so that you fall back a bit from the cops and Joyce. “Do you need a minute?”

You can only nod, afraid that if you open your mouth you’ll either cry or throw up. He gently guides you to his room, closing the door. Once you’re alone, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in tight. You’re shaking harder than ever now, Will’s happy and shining face from last night keeps flashing through your mind.

You were the last one who ever saw him.

You’re the one who was last responsible for him.

You.

“It’s not your fault,” Jonathan whispers, his voice muffled by your hair. You’ve always loved how you fit perfectly in his arms, your height difference being just enough that he always rests his chin against your head when he hugs you.

“I’m the last person who saw him.”

“Y/N, I was the one who asked you to only bike him halfway-”

“No,” your voice comes out louder than you intend it to, and you push Jonathan away. He lets out a confused noise as you grapple at him, forcing him to look directly at you. “I should’ve been with him, Jonathan. It’s your job to support your family, and it’s my job to help you. I have to… I have to be the one who helps you.”

You’ve always been fascinated by psychology, and you remember reading in one of the journals about codependency; the term was used in relation to addiction, specifically alcoholism, but it had caught your interest. To love someone to the extent that their actions make you feel responsible for them, to selflessly take on their burdens to a debilitating extent, well, it reminded you of your relationship with Jonathan.

You’ve always taken on whatever Jonathan has had to deal with, ever since you were kids, and it’s always come so naturally to you. He’s never asked you to, and sometimes the extent to which you carry his weight angers him, but it’s how you love.

It’s who you are. You’re always the one who helps, it’s what you need to be able to do. If you can’t help the ones you love the most, then what good is your love for them?

Jonathan may not know about codependency, but he knows how hard you love those closest to you. “Bug, listen to me.” He grabs your face, almost aggressively, in order to cut off your rambling. “My mom, she-she’s already spiraling and I can’t… I need you. I need you to be here, with me, right now. If I lose you too, then I-I don’t know what I’ll do.”

His words cut through you like glass. He’s right, you know he’s right, and you feel another wave of guilt wash over you. This guilt is different from the guilt surrounding Will. This is mixed with shame for allowing yourself to spiral so far and forcing Jonathan to take care of you. Joyce is clearly unwell, you can’t fathom how much he’s had to deal with today.

You gently remove Jonathan’s hands from your face and take a step back. If you’re going to help him, you need to collect yourself. From here on out, you have to be a wall for him to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, someone who will listen to him.

“I’m sorry.”

Jonathan shrugs at you, now allowing a hesitant smile to cross his face. “If it makes you feel any better, it took a lot less pleading to get through to you. I’m still working on my mom.”

The joke is foul, one that should make you feel even worse than you already do, because what sixteen year old has to plead with their mother to remind her that he’s there, too? The joke is horrible, and it’s exactly what you need to find yourself laughing, and Jonathan joins.

Codependency can be a bitch, but Jonathan understands you in ways that no one else can.

“You think the cops are gone?” You ask, wiping away the remaining tears.

Jonathan listens for any sign of them and shakes his head. “No, I think we’re all clear.”

He walks out the room first and you follow after him. Joyce is standing in the kitchen, staring at the counter with a far off look in her eyes. You and Jonathan look at each other and you motion for him to go talk to her. He nods, and then you motion to the living room to indicate that you’ll continue working on the missing posters.

Carefully writing on the posters soothes you, in a way. It’s rhythmic, providing a sense of lull that you readily embrace. You faintly hear Jonathan talking with his mother, then you watch as he leads her to her bedroom and shuts the door. When he returns he sits next to you on the couch and begins to work on the posters as well. No words are needed.

You work on the posters in silence for a few hours until it nears 3pm. Dustin will be getting out of school soon, and you have to be there for him when he’s home. While Will may be Jonathan’s brother, he’s also your brother’s best friend. You get up and head into the kitchen, long familiar now with its layout and usual contents within the fridge, and quickly prepare the ingredients for spaghetti. It’s a simple meal, but Jonathan and Joyce need to eat. Once it’s all laid out, you return to the living room and tap on your friend’s shoulder.

“Hey, I have to head out now to check on Dustin, but I just put a pot of water on the stove along with some noodles on the counter. I also cut up some vegetables and put them in the fridge for the sauce. Start the meal whenever, I laid everything out for you.”

“Thank you, really,” Jonathan exhales, relief evident on his face. He hadn’t even thought about dinner, which you figured he wouldn’t.

You bend down to kiss the top of his head. “Anytime, bee. I’ll call you tonight, okay?”

“Okay,”

“Just…” you linger at the door, not fully wanting to leave him all by himself. “Be careful, please.”

“Go, Y/N. I’ll be fine, I promise.” Jonathan reassures you.

“I’ll be fine, I promise!” Will’s voice is distant, now a few yards away, and you stand outside for a few more seconds to watch his figure disappear into the night.

It’s brief, but the flashback punches you in the gut. You close your eyes, holding onto the image of Will’s face in the moonlight last night, and when it fades you take a deep breath and force yourself to leave.

The second you’re on your bike, pedaling away from the house, you let the sobs that have wracked against your throat all day out. It’s messy, the tears coming down your face faster than you can wipe them away. All the fear you’ve felt is now able to freely come out. It’s not the safest way to bike home, but you know that if you hold the tears in any longer you’ll collapse. You do your best to still be alert, but apparently you fail because a BMW honks at you to avoid you hitting it.

“Fuck!” You yank your bike to the right, having no idea that you had been on the left side of the road, and topple over. The fall isn’t anything bad, but it definitely is your final straw for the day. You lay in the ditch you’ve landed in, staring at the November sky, and let the pain from your skinned knee serve as something to ground you to reality.

“Holy shit, did I hit you?”

Steve Harrington stands over you, a horrified look in his eyes.

“Unfortunately not, otherwise I’d be able to sue you and get money out of it.”

“Uh… okay?” He offers you his hand, although still very confused. “You didn’t like, happen to hit your head or anything, right?”

You accept his help, albeit mostly because you have to, and brush yourself off when you’re up. “I’m fine. I just wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

Steve nods, as if you almost getting hit by his car makes perfect sense to him. When you walk over to your bike and inspect it for any damage, he follows after you.

“So,” he whistles, trying to pretend that this is all a completely normal occurrence. “You, uh, need a ride?”

Honestly you don’t know why you’re surprised he hasn’t noticed the clear signs of you crying, your swollen eyes and red nose. Not only is he a boy, but he’s also Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle he even stopped to make sure you weren’t dead.

“No,” you say, now repositioning your backpack so that you can get back on your bike. “Thanks anyways, Harrington.”

Steve continues to follow you, even after you’ve started to pedal away. “You’re welcome, random girl I almost hit!”

You’re a bit further now, and you still feel like utter shit, but his words somehow make you laugh a bit. For a brief moment, you forget about everything, so you call behind, “It’s Henderson!”

“That’s an odd first name!” The boy shouts after you, still following from a distance.

“Y/N Henderson!” You’re fully yelling now, a good yard away, but you can tell that Steve hears you based on the way he begins to wave eagerly, finally stopping next to his car. Faintly you understand the boyish charm that makes him so loved by all the girls in the school; you understand why Nancy Wheeler has fallen for him.

“Bye, Y/N!” It’s faint, but you swear you can hear a smile in his voice.

The good mood that Steve Harrington inexplicably puts you in vanishes when you near your house. Nothing has changed, yet it feels as if something has shifted. Will had been here only hours ago. You spot Dustin’s bike laying on the grass, haphazardly thrown as usual.

Dustin is just taking off his coat when you enter, immediately running over to him to pull him into a bone crushing hug.

“Y/N!” he squeaks in surprise.

“Are you okay?” You know you’re squeezing your brother harder than you need to, but God. He’s safe, in your arms, and you’ve now learned that not everyone can say the same about their own loved ones.

Dustin wiggles a bit, trying to break away from the hug, but you only pull him in tighter. “Geesh, no one died.”

Normally you’d berate him, but you embrace his snarky comments. They’re what make Dustin so unique, his humor one of your favorite parts of him

When you don’t respond, Dustin stops wiggling around and finally accepts the situation. “I love ya too, sis.”

You giggle a bit, now pulling away. “At least mom isn’t home right now. The minute she hears about what’s happened, we’ll be on lockdown.”

Dustin’s eyes widen. “Shit, you’re right.”

“Lan-”

“Language, I know.”

You ruffle his hair, now feeling a bit better. Dustin is still Dustin, so maybe everything will be okay. You and your brother go into the kitchen for your post school snack, and you call your boss to inform her that you can’t make it to your shift. The words “family emergency” catch in your throat a bit, and Mrs. Waters is kind enough not to push it.

Dustin catches you up on his day, informing you about Hopper questioning him and the other boys.

You scrunch your nose at that. “Is that even legal?”

“Unsure, but it was awesome.”

“Will went missing, Dustin. It isn’t ‘awesome’.”

Dustin tilts his head at you. “Well, I bet Will is going to have a blast hearing everything when we find him.”

His words are so matter of fact, as if he already knows that Will will be found after all. His naivety worries you a bit, but you also can’t help but indulge in his hope as well. Then you think about what he’s just said. “Wait, who’s ‘we’?”

Your brother pretends he can't hear you, miming at his ears. “Dustin-”

“What?”

“Dustin, you and the boys can’t just-”

“I can’t hear you!” He’s running to his room now with you quick behind his heels.

“Dustin, I swear to God-”

“I gotta do homework, Y/N, bye!” He slams the door in your face.

You sigh. There’s no getting through to him, years of being Dustin’s older sister has taught you that, so you go into your room instead. You might as well get started on the assignments you missed today, and you have a huge chem test tomorrow, so you’ll focus on that and keep an ear out for Dustin. Whatever he’s planning with the boys, you won’t let them do it alone.

After a couple hours of silence from Dustin’s room, you decide to call Jonathan. The line rings for a while with no answer, and eventually you give up. It makes sense that he’s not answering, he’s had a long day. You hope he’s asleep, but you know him better than that. He’s probably holed up in his room, trying to distract himself like you are right now.

A loud thud from Dustin’s room breaks you from your thoughts. Then you hear a quiet “shhh!” that sounds suspiciously like Lucas, and you immediately throw on your shoes and a jacket and march outside.

Dustin is halfway out of his window when you arrive, and Mike and Lucas stare at you, caught red handed.

“Guys, I think she can hear us.” Your brother says, breaking the silence. Mike scoffs at him and Lucas groans.

You eye the three of them, unamused. “Your best friend just went missing, what the hell are you guys doing out here so late and alone?”

Dustin awkwardly finishes his descent down, finally landing on his feet with a thud. He secures his hat back on his head and goes to grab his bike. You block his path.

“I’m serious, one of you needs to start talking, now.”

Lucas and Dustin look at Mike, who is their unofficial leader of the gang, and he huffs. “Look, Y/N, I like you-”

“How thrilling.” You say, voice monotone.

The boy ignores you and continues to talk. “But Will is missing, and we aren’t just going to sit around and wait. He’s our friend, we have to do something.”

You open your mouth to speak, but Lucas interrupts you. “You’re definitely our favorite sister in the group, so you’d be even cooler if you let us go.”

Again, you try to respond, but this time Dustin beats you to it. “Yeah, you’re like, totally cool already. If you pretend that you never saw us, that’d be great.”

“Guys-”

“And don’t give us a whole lecture about safety. That’s all bull.” Mike says.

“Boys!” You scream. They all fall silent, not used to you ever raising your voice at them. You’ve only ever yelled at them once or twice, preferring to be the “cool” sister whenever you can, but right now they’re seriously pissing you off.

“Let me speak.” When no one says anything, you continue. “I’m not going to stop you guys from looking for Will. In fact, I support it-”

“You do?”

You shoot Mike a death glare, which promptly shuts him up. “Yes, I do. However, I’m not letting you guys go alone.”

The boys all groan at this, acting as if it’s the worst thing in the world to have you tag along with them. You ignore their complaining and head over to where your bike sits against the porch. You zip up your coat, the chill from the night making you shiver a bit.

“No arguing, or I’ll call all your moms. Ours included, Dustin.”

“Why me?”

“Look, guys. I’m proud of you for stepping up, but I’m coming with. The last time I let one of you boys go off into the woods alone…”

The boys shift uncomfortably now, realizing how heavy the guilt weighs upon you. After a few beats of silence, Mike finally gives in.

“Fine,” he says, pointing a finger at you. “But the second you start to freak out, you’re gone.”

You salute Mike, hopping on your bike as you all begin to bike away. The ride doesn’t take long, since you live just off of where Will was last seen. Thunder rumbles when you all approach the crime scene, and you shudder a bit.

“It’s going to rain, guys.” You inform them.

Dustin looks up at the sky with uncertainty. “I think maybe we should go back.”

Mike is quick to shut down the idea, urging the others to keep going. You admire his loyalty to Will, and you figure it’s why the two of you butt heads so often. Out of the entire group, you’re the most similar to him.

Lucas and Mike go under the caution tape first, and Dustin hangs back. You place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We can go back, you know.”

He clenches his jaw, jutting his chin out a bit. “No, Will needs us.”

Your brother puffs out his chest and follows after his friends, leaving you to take up the rear. More thunder rumbles and the rain begins to come down. You flip your hood up, thankful you remembered to grab a hoodie when leaving.

Mike guides the way with his flashlight, then Lucas, then Dustin, then you in the back. You make sure to keep your eyes on the three boys, scared that the second you look away they’ll be gone. The woods have always creeped you out, but you push your fear down to keep them safe.

“Will!” Mike calls out, the rain now pouring down on you guys.

“Byers!”

“Will, little bee!” You call out as well. He never liked when you called him that in front of the others, but tonight was an exception.

“I’ve got your X-Men 134!” Your brother bribes, unintentionally making you laugh a bit. If Will is nearby, he’ll surely come out to claim his prize.

Your foot catches on a tree log, and you slip in the mud before just barely managing to catch yourself. It’s getting hard to see given how dark it is and the rain surrounding you. Dustin voices his concerns, only to be called a baby, and you bite your tongue. If you defend him, he’ll only look more like a baby to his friends.

“I’m just being realistic!” He retaliates, which you commend him for.

“Dustin’s right, guys. It’s getting really bad out here. We’re surrounded by a ton of trees, don’t they attract lightning?” You ask, now paranoid that you’ll be struck down any second.

“You guys are being sissies.” Lucas taunts, annoyed as well.

You try to argue, but Dustin voices a thought that’s been at the back of your mind. “Did you ever think Will went missing because he ran into something bad?”

You think back to how Hopper seemed worried when he investigated the Byers home. From what you can recall, he suspected that Will had been running away from something, explaining why he’d abandon his bike.

“And now we’re going to the exact same spot where he was last seen, and we have no weapons or anything?”

Maybe Dustin’s right. This definitely wasn’t your best idea, and you’re regretting letting them follow through with their plan. For someone who claims to want to keep their loved ones safe, you really suck at it.

“Dustin, shut up.” Mike voices, though he now looks a bit concerned as well.

“He’s right, Mike.” You speak up, stumbling a bit in more mud. Your shoes are definitely ruined, now. “I was at Jonathan’s when Hopper showed up, he thinks Will was running from something.”

The boys go quiet now, and when you’re about to suggest going home, you hear rustling in the bushes.

“Did you guys hear that?” Mike asks.

Your heart stops as the rustling continues and you all start to twist and turn, looking for the source of the sound. The rustling gets louder, almost as if it’s getting closer, and you tighten your hand around your flashlight, ready to use it as a weapon just in case.

Then, the light flashes upon a little girl, drenched in an oversized yellow shirt, shivering. Her head is shaved, but her small stature suggests to you that she is indeed a girl. You all stare at her, no one saying a thing. She stares back, a terrified look on her face that breaks your heart.

“Holy shit,” you whisper.

Her eyes land on you; something about her reminds you of Will, and you know that nothing will be the same again.

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kennnnnn3 · 4 months

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mlp x rdr au (autistically)

my little pony x red dead redemption au bc i am CRAZY!!!! except the only ones i haven’t finished designing is pinkie and twilight

set in the late 1800s (not accurate i get my information from one thing and one thing only) (red dead redemption), aj and big mac’s farm is heavily inspired by the macfarlane farm in rdr1, fluttershy and rd’s designs are also heavily inspired by bonnie’s design and john’s default outfit

i sort of completely made some shit up for rarity’s parents cuz i’m pretty sure all that’s known about them are their names 💥💥🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

rundown: (????or whatever idk

shy - trans pansexual woman, 26, 5’9

rd - cis queer woman, 27(2 years old❤️), 5’5

aj - cis lesbian woman, 29, 5’8

rarity - cis bisexual asexual woman, 30, 5’7

twi - cis bisexual woman, 28, 5’7

pinkie - cis pansexual woman, 26, 5’4

pondering twilight and pinkie’s occupation before i’m set on a design. twilight maybe a librarian and pinkie a rodeo star (buffalo bill cody type beat) 🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸‼️‼️‼️

fluttershy and aj and pinkie are all cousins, pinkie is like a more distant cousin while shy and aj are like 2nd cousins (does that make sense i don’t actaully know how cousin closeness works but it makes sense in my head

flutterdash and rarijack ship template things❤️❤️❤️❤️🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🏳️‍🌈 (twipie is soon to come) (ignore how i wrote that rd is 2 years old) (i forgot to write the second number)

#mlp #my little pony g3 #my little pony #wild west au #cowboy au #mlp x rdr #red dead redemption #rdr1 #rdr2 #flutterdash #rarijack #twipie

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topguncortez · 7 months

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Not Dead Until You're Warm and Dead || Whumptober day 7 - R. Abbott

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synopsis: Your and Rhett's relationship had been anything but easy between bull riding and lies. But you had hoped that you would be enough for him to come back alive.

word count: 2.8k

@ailesswhumptober prompt: flatline

warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating, mentions of sex, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, death, character death, allusion of suicide.

When Rhett first laid eyes on Y/N, he knew she was the one for him. He had missed his chance with Maria, holding back on his feelings and letting her walk out of his life. But when he saw her standing on the fence line as he lowered himself onto his bull, he knew that she was going to be his wife. He held on for his life, lasting the whole eight seconds, and impressing her. The boost of confidence from the ride was what he needed to go over and talk to her. Her cheeks turned red as he invited her for a dance, telling him that she couldn’t dance to save her life, but he assured her that it was okay. He had kissed her that night.

After that night, Y/N basically disappeared. She was nowhere to be found and it seemed like no one really knew who she was. Rhett had asked around town, asking pretty much everyone where the y/h/c girl went and who she was. It had dawned on Rhett, he never got her name. When Rhett was ready to give up, throwing in the towel that she was just a one-night stand sort of girl (even though they didn’t hook up) he received a call from an unknown number.

“Hello?” He asked, creasing his eyebrows.

“Rhett Abbott,” Her voice was like honey, and Rhett chuckled to himself.

“How did you get my number but I never even got your name?”

“I asked a friend,” She smiled.

“I asked a friend about you, but it seems like you are just some figure of my imagination.”

“I can assure you that I am not.”

They had talked for hours on the phone after Y/N had explained who she was. She was originally from Amelia County, but as soon as she graduated high school, she packed her bags and went to the coast. She would occasionally fly back to Wyoming, the last time she flew back was to watch her little brother ride against Rhett. Neither one had noticed the sunset, the moon rising in the sky, or the first strands of the orange morning sun. Rhett woke up to his alarm clock and looked down at his phone to notice that he was still on the line with her. He smiled to himself and whispered ‘sweet dreams darlin’’ before hanging up.

And that’s how it went for weeks. He would call Y/N after dinner and they would talk for hours about everything under the sun. He learned that she was studying to be a nurse, in her third year at USC. Y/N learned that Rhett had made it to the finals, and she was already looking at flights to come watch him. Rhett rode one of his best rides when he noticed her smile in the stands during the finals. He focused on her the whole time, and the second he heard that buzzer go off, his mind was locked on finding her. The next morning they found themselves wrapped up in each other's arms.

They continued their relationship long distance for about two years until she graduated college. Rhett had saved up his rodeo money packed up his truck and headed out west. He stuck out like a sore thumb as he walked around campus in his levis and blue flannel. He was going over in his head what he was going to say to her. The last time he had seen her was over six months ago when she had flown home for Thanksgiving. Rhett was going to propose to her, he had already asked her dad for her hand in marriage. He easily found her dorm room and waited on the bench until she came out.

“Why look at what we have here? You lost Cowboy?” Y/N asked as she walked out the door. Rhett stood up, holding the bouquet of carnations in his hands.

“Slightly,” Rhett said with his usual half smile, “For you,”

“Thank you, love,” Y/N took the flowers, and then placed her hand on his face and brought him in for a kiss.

Their date went off without a hitch, Rhett taking her to a lookout spot that he had heard about. He laid some blankets down in the back of his truck and shared the sandwiches and stuff he had prepared. She talked about her final days at university and how she got a good job at the children’s hospital nearby. Rhett told her about how he had finally gotten away from his family, and Y/N was shocked. She never thought she’d see the day when Rhett Abbott left his family’s ranch, but here he was. He took her to the one-bedroom apartment he got which was covered in boxes. He tucked his shaking hands in his pockets as Y/N walked around the small place and explored.

“Rhett this place is- what are you doing?”

“I’m proposing,” Rhett said, as he was down on one knee with the ring box in his hand.

“I know, why?”

“Because I love you enough that I want to be with you forever.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really,”

“Yeah, yes! Yes!”

Rhett placed the ring on her finger and held her tightly in his arms. He made love to her for hours that night, trying to make their bodies as close as possible. They felt as if they had truly become one, their hearts, minds, and souls.

Their wedding was small, held back home in Wabang. Perry and Royal had worked hard to clean up one of the barns so they could have a reception out there. It was no secret to Royal that he wasn’t thrilled about the wedding and his youngest son fleeing out west. He had hoped that Rhett would take over the ranch when Royal couldn’t do it anymore. Perry was happy to see his brother finally settle down and had hoped that this would stick. Cecilia was also happy to have another daughter in the family. The two of them seemed very fairytale-like as Rhett held his new wife close to his chest as they swayed on the dance floor. But the honeymoon feeling came crashing down quickly.

Their first fight had been an ugly one, over Rhett’s drinking. Years of riding bulls and popping painkillers had become a second nature to him, something he quite couldn’t let go of. Rhett had found a farm to work as an extra hand, but it was quite enough for him. He thought when he left Wabang and chased after the woman he loved that it would be enough. Having her be his, his own Mrs. Abbott, would be everything he had ever dreamed of, and it was. But he fell back into his old ways. Y/N would get pissed as he’d stumble in at odd hours of the night as she was trying to sleep before her early morning shifts. She had finally had enough of it.

“Jesus Christ Rhett,” Y/N cursed under her breath as she looked at the drunk man who had just knocked over something, “Why do you constantly do this shit.”

“Do what? I’m too fucking drunk to do this shit with you right now.” Rhett slurred.

“Well Rhett! The hell do you expect!? This is the fourth night in a row you have come home completely trashed. You keep doing this shit, enough is enough,” Y/N yelled.

“What do you mean?” Rhett sobered up as she climbed out of bed, and grabbed a bag from her closet, “What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.”

“No, baby please, I’m sorry,” Rhett grabbed her hands to try and stop her, “Please, you can’t leave me,” Rhett’s voice cracked, “You’re all I have. I left everything behind to be with you. I have nothing.”

“I never asked you to do that,” She bit back tears.

“I know, baby, please don’t leave me.”

And she didn’t. She stayed by his side, even when he told her that he was going back to riding. She was actually proud of him for getting back on the bull. He had done his best to stay away from the temptation of the old life; the booze, the pills, the pussy. But old habits die hard. His body was older now, taking rougher beatings when he would get bucked off. He would have a simple celebratory drink with the guys after the rodeos. Rhett found himself out later at night, coming home to a quiet house with his wife at work. Their schedules hardly ever matched up. He got bored of using his hand in the shower, and he could hardly remember the last time he and his wife made love.

He didn’t fuck them at first. He’d only let them suck him off before a ride, releasing the tension. But that only did so much. The rodeo hands seemed to look the other way when it came to his infidelity. He’d fuck the no-name buckle bunny before the ride, not bothering to learn their names or even show them an ounce of respect. He saw them as playthings to fill the void he was missing from his wife. He thought he was good at hiding it, but Y/N had always been smart.

She knew that he was hiding something from him. She could tell in the way he wouldn’t touch her, his kisses were just pecks, and he avoided looking into her eyes. Y/N had even seen it with her own eyes at one of his rides. She had gotten the night off of work last minute and decided to surprise him. The whole crew seemed to act weird and barely paid her any attention as she walked through the trailers to find him. The smile ran away from her face the second she saw him walk out of his trailer, fixing his belt, and a bombshell blonde walking out behind him. Y/N felt her heart break as she leaned against the side of the trailer away from his eyes.

Y/N felt bile rising in her throat as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Rhett heard the sounds of someone retching and walked around the side to see his wife. His eyes widened as he ran over to her, and moved her hair back.

“No!” Y/N cried and pushed his hands off of her.

“Baby, you’re sick, let me-”

“Get the fuck away from me!” She yelled and Rhett stepped back in shock, “Fuck you, Rhett! I saw you! How could you?”

“Babe I’m-”

“Your shit will be in the driveway.”

Rhett had come home that night to exactly what she said, his stuff in the driveway, but he wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet. So he sat outside the front door and waited for her. Y/N felt bad when she saw him in the morning and let him in. She ignored him the best she possibly could, but it was hard to do. Rhett could hear her break down while she was in the bathroom and it made him shed a tear himself. He sat on their bed and waited for her to come out of the shower, he could see the dried tear stains on her cheeks.

“I promise you, I’ll never ride again. I never wanted to hurt you.”

And he had stayed true to his word. He had told his dad over the phone that he had officially given up riding. That he and Y/N had decided to start trying for a family. Rhett didn’t want to spend his time away from his family or worse, like some of the legends in Bull Riding, dead or gravely injured. Rhett had stayed away from the rodeo life for about six months. And in those six months, Y/N and he worked on their marriage. They went to therapy, talking out their transgression and disagreements. They got back to the basics, bringing back romance into their lives; going on dates and trips. They had some of the best sex they had in years. They had both seemed to forget what had happened six months ago until he got that call from Royal.

“I told her I wasn’t going to ride,” Rhett whispered as he stood in the kitchen. He was making breakfast for Y/N, after a busy night of lovemaking.

“We’re in danger of going bankrupt, we need this,” Royal said, “We can’t lose the farm.”

“There’s nothing you can do?” Rhett ran a hand down his face.

“You know I wouldn’t have asked you to do this if there was,”

“Fine,” Rhett said, “When is the ride?”

“Three days.”

“Three fucking days?! That’s our anniversary.”

“I’m sorry Rhett.”

“I gotta go, she’ll be up soon.”

Rhett had gone to the rodeo by himself, it didn’t bother him, he was used to going by himself. It did make him a little upset that she didn’t even bother to come with him. He stood in the waiting area as he waited for the name of the bull he would be riding. The second he was given the bull, he knew it was a lost cause. The bull was impossible, no one had been successful in completing a ride. His team gave him a pat on the back and Rhett gave them a shy smile. The first person he had called was her.

“Is there anything you can do?” Y/N asked. She was sitting on the back porch of their house, looking out at the waves as they crashed on the sand.

“You know how these things go,” Rhett said as he leaned up against the side of his trailer.

“I don’t like this Rhett,” She said honestly. Silent tears were running down her face.

Rhett could hear the sadness in her voice, and could only picture the tears running down her face as she looked out at the setting sun, “I know you don’t. But I promise, I’ll come home to you.”

“You fucking better Mr. Abbott,” She sniffed and wiped her tears away.

“I will, Mrs. Abbott,” He smiled back, “I gotta go okay, I promise I’ll call you right after.”

“I love you Rhett.”

“I love you Y/N.”

She had watched the clock, as she settled down in a chair in front of the fireplace. The class of whisky was cold in her hands as she counted down the seconds until Rhett’s ride. Rhett said a small prayer as he walked up the metal steps towards the bullpen. The crowd was going wild as he waved his hand and greeted his team. They helped him down on the bull, and it already was bucking the second Rhett put his weight on the animal. Once it settled, Rhett tied the rope around his hand, making sure he had a tight grip on it. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, seeing glimpses of his future life with Y/N, a few kids, and a beautiful house back home on the Abbott Ranch. Rhett opened his eyes the second they opened the gate. It didn’t last long until a consuming darkness filled his eyes once again.

Time seemed to tick on slowly, and her eyes never left the clock as she waited for the call from Rhett. Assuming from the time it had taken from the ride until now, that it hadn’t gone well. Everyone in the community knew that the bull Rhett had was a troublesome one. It was known for bucking off its riders in the first couple seconds. The second her phone rang, she picked it up. His name hadn’t even slipped past her lips when his team manager told her what had happened. Her heart was shattered in her chest as she dropped the phone on the carpet. Her knees shook as she collapsed to the ground screaming out his name.

Her eyes were blurred with tears and her head was spinning as she pushed herself up from the carpet. Her phone was still on the line and they could hear her screaming for him. She walked out into the sand, her chest felt on fire as she let out loud sobs. She didn’t stop as her feet hit the wet sand from the waves. The further she walked into the water, her clothing felt heavier and heavier. The waves would crash and pull her underwater. She fought to keep herself above the surface, keeping her lungs inflated with air. The saltiness of water strung her eyes as the waves hit her. She looked up at the sky, looking at the stars and feeling the heaviness in her heart. She felt her feet leave the ground and she took a deep breath, as she felt a wave pull her completely under.

In the black abyss she had fallen into, she could see the man she had always wanted. Rhett stood there waiting for her, his hand outstretched. She smiled at him as she placed her hand in his. He placed a hand on her cheek, brushing the tear from her cheek. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“I told you I would come home,” Rhett said.

“I know you did,” She spoke to him.

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bucking-mustangs-with-wings · 1 month

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Buck x Bucky Sorcerers vs Fae AU - WIP

I've got this one now in the works, as well as more for the Rodeo AU, my brain is fluttering back and forth between them atm, but I wanted to show a small bit of one of the scenes I'm working on for this. (Rough Draft).

The trees blurred in his peripheral, everything disappearing like the breath disappearing from his lungs, the panic pushing everything to the forefront. Just an adrenaline fuelled staccato beat thundering in his chest. Sweat beading at his brow.

Keep running. Just keep running, don't look back. Don't look back, or you're dead!

It was second nature to avoid the roots underfoot, the gnarled branches grabbing at the edges of his clothes and brushing his skin like long dead fingers trying to pull him down to the depths of hell. A cruel voice echoed in his head, that he was already there. He had already seen it. Hell was not far behind him, left in the debris littering familiar streets and captured under crumbled walls and burning in the flames of deliberate blue fire.

He could feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes, stinging and harsh. Could still feel the remnants of those flames licking at his skin. Could still hear the screams, anguished, terrified. Dead.

The sounds of magic, whirling like bullets past his ears still echoed in his skull, still kept their grip on his psych. It was as if he could still feel that dangerous energy in the air nipping at his heels like savage dogs, maws foaming with the need to watch him fall, clip his wings like a bird and send him tumbling down into the dirt.

"You can always tell, when that magic is about," his mother would always say, sitting in her chair at the dining table with a pair of knitting needles between her fingers, silver yarn spread over her lap and trailing off somewhere throughout the house. "It's like when a storm is coming, you can feel the shift in the air, the un-easiness settle in your stomach like you've swallowed iron weights. The hair on your arms stands on end like it's trying to sway away from it. You can taste it, on your tongue. You'll always know when it's close, Gale. When they're close. You'd do best to listen to what your instincts are telling you."

He tries to shake the image from his mind, vaulting himself over another moss covered root as thick as his arm. Of a familiar mouth, usually in a smile not unlike his own, now parted in shocked slack, crimson dripping from it's corners. An old, worn calloused hand with red painted nails outstretched in his direction, but still, lifeless. Eyes the same. Boring into his soul, frozen forever in an expression of pain and fear and emptiness. Nothing behind them. No light, no gleam. Just vacant and haunting and carved forever into the back of his mind like an etching in cement.

The air around him burned with every inhale, searing his over-worked lungs. His whole body was screaming at him to stop, that it couldn't take much more. It couldn't keep him going. It was on it's last legs, starved and exhausted and battered and bruised. Everything hurt.

A split second decision had him digging his heels into the soft forest floor, banking a hard left and flattening his back against a huge tree about three times his width. His shoulders heaved and shuddered, trying to draw in air, trying to keep his breath steady enough so that no un-necessary noise was made. The blood pumping through his terrified nervous system sounded like crashing ocean waves in his ears, his vision pulsing in and out with his heartbeat. He couldn't hear anything around him, could hardly see.

Squeezing his eyes closed, he kept his focus on the rhythm of his breath, palms squeezing, nails cutting into his flesh with enough force he was half expecting blood to drip between his fingers into the moss covered ground below.

His father's voice echoed in his head now, low and gruff but strong, serious and brave.

Controlling your breath can mean the difference between life and death out there, Gale. You control your breathing, you control your heart. They can sense your heartbeat, they have spells for that now. Shows them the echoes of it like damn fireworks. You don't want the wolves to hear you. Don't want them to see you. Or they'll empty those fireworks out of your chest and show it to you before they crush it under their boots.

Lifting his chin skyward, he focused what little eyesight he could properly see with with on the small sliver of blue sky peeking through the branches above his head. So plain and bare, normal. Completely oblivious to the horrible events taking place under it's enormous expanse. The more he stared, the more the roaring of his blood quieted in his skull, the more the incessant pulsing behind his eyes settled and he was able to take in the complete and utter silence that was enveloping the forest.

The thump-thump-thump buried deep in his sternum flowed more smoothly, but that hint of fear still had it's grips on him. Was still sinking it's teeth deep into his core like a splinter that would never be able to truly be plucked out.

If he could just get his bearings, could just sit for a moment, he could gather what few sensible thoughts were rattling around in his head and figure out where the hell we was supposed to go from here, what he was meant to do.

He could feel his legs trembling underneath him, his knees all but ready to give out and send him sinking down onto his haunches. He had to find somewhere safe. He had to find somewhere to rest for a few moments, a few hours if he was lucky enough.

He was just about to give in to his body's inconvenient exhaustion, let himself sit and allow his muscles and his still mildly racing heart to calm just that tad more, but the indistinct snapping of a branch far off to the right made every muscle in his overworked body freeze. His eyes shot down from the sky to stare straight ahead, his breathing caught in his throat, even though his lungs still protested at having their much needed supply of oxygen once again denied them fully.

But he couldn't let himself.

An acrid, sour taste crawled up his throat, coating his tongue like he'd just licked a copper penny, sparks dancing over his teeth and sending painful pulses through the very bone of his jaw. The fear quickly followed it again, his heartbeat beginning it's frantic and loud race and gripping his very soul like a cold blanket of electricity. He felt the sensation creep it's way through every cell, every vessel, every nerve. Like being submerged in freezing water.

Like a deer cornered by a wolf, he flickered his gaze down to his arms, held down by his sides.

Every hair was lifted and pointed skyward like they were trying to get away from something sinister.

"We got another one up ahead!"

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skrunkle11 · 10 months

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A/N: this is my first post- and it is also my first smut post. My friend said I should…- so i did.

summary: Being a villain in Nueva York is a bit difficult. Especially with Spider-Man. Too bad you were quick on your feet.

includes: spanish speaking Miguel. Sub! Miguel. Bondage. Teasing. Begging. Overstimulation. Degrading. Use of the title ma’am. (If i missed anything please tell me!!)

(Also I am not fluent in Spanish, if I said something wrong or I translated something wrong, please tell me!)

(Also not proofread very well…)

You were running through the street. It was about 2AM. The perfect time to get away with one of your crimes……. You thought. You decided to break into a bank for money for your new project. It was in progress but the scientists needed for it wanted a lot of money. So you broke into the bank, safely getting into the vault. You then heard something, a thwip.

You paused. Your whole body going still. You then see his feet. A dark blue suit with red markings on his mask. His voice rung out.

“I know you’re here.” You cursed under your breath, his face then turned in your direction and you then saw his feet moving. Towards exactly where you were.

You panicked and ran out. He quickly pursued you.

This wasn’t your first rodeo with Spider-Man. He had chased you all over Nueva York. You managed to escape every time, blending into crowds, making sharp turns, jumping and launching yourself over anything you could to avoid his talons reaching your wrist. But now, it seemed there was no where to hide. No crowds, no place to hide. You were in plain sight and he had you on lock. You were usually confident and cocky, but this. This was a whole new situation.

You heard breathing behind you along with rapid footsteps. You pushed some trash cans in his direction, he jumped over them without a second thought. You cursed and tried to think of a plan.

You then remembered. A earlier project you had. A Spider-Man trap. You had tried to lure him in with screams, but never yourself. It was too risky, if it had failed you would be captured. But right now it’s either it works or your doomed or you continue to run and he catches up to you.

You start running faster, your lungs burning.

“Stop making this difficult!” His voice yelled. You look back at him, he’s hot on your trail.

“It’s my job!” You heard a slight growl come out of his mouth in annoyance.

You turn into the alley where the trap is placed. You put on a scared face.

He walks close to you. “It’s a dead end. Now, you gonna fight me or keep being an issue chica?”

You turned around, pressing your back against the wall, acting scared.

“This is a new look for you. Scared?”

You let out a small noise of fear. Suddenly he stops, looking around. But it was too late. He was already in your trap.

Ropes shoot out at him, trapping him and bringing him onto his knees.

He thrashes and look up at you, now smiling at him mockingly.

You walk over to him, trailing your hand up his chest to his chin.

“This is a new look for you. Scared?” You purr out. He lets out an animalistic sound.

“You know, I could do anything.” He looks at you confused, then I realization dawned on him.

You giggle and hold his jaw in your hand. “You look better like this. Scared, confused. Tied up.”

He looks angry at you. But underneath the mask he was curious. Curious at what it felt if your hands were on him.

He quickly stopped the thought.

You then kneel down, running your hand down his chest to his thighs. “Hm.” You get up.

“Goodbye Spidey.” You go to leave when you hear a sound. A faint whine.

You turn around and look at him. He looks at you shocked, like you were the one who made the noise.

“Oh?” You smile, “what was that Spidey?”

His gruff voice breaks the silence.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Fuck off.”

You smile. Your hand trails to his thighs again, looking at him. You then feel something, something he was trying to hide. You look down and see an erection under his suit.

You giggle. “You getting off on this? Being teased while tied up?” Your hand grazes over it.

His hips buck up into your touch involuntarily. He lets out a groan when you remove your hand.

“Solo espera hasta que salga de esto.” (Just wait until I get out of this.)

You smile. “You won’t.”

You then put your hand on his erection. His hips now moving up into your hand desperately like a wild animal.

You move your hand and instead of a groan you hear another whine.

“You want it so badly, don’t you?”

He hesitates. But his lust overwhelms his pride. He nods.

“Then beg for it.” He looks at you in shock.

“I’m not doing tha-“ before he can under another word you hook your finger under his mask and lift it just enough to where you can see his lips. You then smashed your lips against his. He kissed back without hesitation. You pull away after a few seconds. You look at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly and his lips still slightly parted.

He then breaks the silence. “… Please. Please. I want more, I want as much as you’ll give me.”

You smile and say, “if you want as much as i’ll give you then your gonna have to take off the mask and the suit.” He nods.

“J-just- don’t tell anyone.-“ You nod and take off his mask, revealing his brown hair and eyes. His hair was nicely kept and his eyes looked straight at you. You then manage to slide off the suit to his knees, still wanting to keep him tied up. You scan his body, looking at the numerous scars from previous battles.

“Date prisa.” (Hurry up.)

You tug his hair, pulling a whine from his throat. “Now don’t be a brat Spidey.”

He looks at you with hooded eyes and your hand slowly moves down his body to his length. You wrap your hand around it and slowly stroke it. Miguel moaned and bucked his hips up feverishly now desperate for more friction. You completely stop. “If you want more, then ask.”

“I don’t take orders from criminals like you.”

You roll your eyes and begin teasing him more, pushing his thighs into the ground stopping him from moving as much.

Needy moans fly out of his mouth.

“Fine! I’ll do i-it.” He catches his breath. “Por favor, ve más rápido, lo necesito tanto.” (Please go faster, I need it so much.)

You smile at his begging and stroke him faster. The sudden surge in speed causing more moans to leave his lips.

You looked at him, his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth was open in a ‘o’ shape. Pieces of his hair were now in front of his face.

“You look so much cuter when you’re all sensitive like this.” He ignored your words and continued to focus on the pleasure you were giving him.

“So good, fuck! Feels so good!” His praise was quickly followed by whimpers.

“I’m s-“ he then lets out a strangled moan.

“so close!” He was being incredibly loud. But you didn’t have the heart to tell him to calm down. You stroke him faster and he lets out a series of whimpers, you then leaned over to his neck and bit it harshly. His orgasm then tearing through his body as he lets out a drawn out whine while his thighs tremble.

You stop and he catches his breath, staring at you while he does so.

“Más. Por favor, necesito más.” (More. Please, I need more.)

You look at him in shock but quickly stroke him again. Noises quickly leave his mouth, some higher than the rest.

He was acting like a animal, he was practically drooling.

“You look pathetic.” A moan leaves his lips at your degrading words.

You smile. “You like that? You like being called pathetic?”

He nods. His mind completely trapped in the pleasure thanks to his heightened senses.

“Yes, yes ma’am.” He said in a sultry tone. You look shocked at his words. But stroke him faster, causing pleasure to shoot up his body.

‘W-wait! Too much! Slow down!” Muffled moans filled the alley as he gritted his teeth, trying to keep up with the pleasure that you were giving him.

But you didn’t slow down your ruthless pace, in fact, his pleas may have only encouraged you.

“Who knew that Spider-Man is such a whore.” He let out a pleasured cry as he tries to respond but fails to even let out a word. You slowed down suddenly, causing him to whimper.

He chants your name, pleading you to continue.

“I thought it was too much?”

He breathed heavily.

“Please. Please. Don’t tease me like this.-“ You smiled and spoke.

“You can beg better than that.” You say, slowing down even more.

“I wanna cum so bad, I want to make a mess like the slut I am.”

The sentence he says are shocking at first, but the desire to please him and give him what he wants completely overtakes you. You then set the ruthless pace again.

He moans, his back arching as his body trembles against the ropes.

His mouth is agape as he moans and whines.

After a few minutes of this he starts breathing heavily and his moans get more high-pitched.

He suddenly pleads.

“Please let me cum- I’ll be so good- I’ll be such a good boy for you ma’am!”

You smile.

“Go ahead.” Your approval set him hurling towards his release. His eyes rolled in the back of his head as another loud moan echoed throughout the alleyway.

He breathes heavily and suddenly leans forward and puts his head on your shoulder.

“Made a mess- just like I said I would.”

You run your fingers through his hair and whisper in his ear,

“Good.”

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman astv #first post #so stupid #miguel o’hara smut

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greentrickster · 10 months

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Gotta love how if you’re playing a tank or healer, at the first sign of uncertainty or confusion one of the DPS players will assume you’re a little baby who has no idea what they’re doing and proceed to explain how to do your job like you’re a complete noob. My dude we are doing a level 40 dungeon, I may not be level 90, I may still be a sprout, but this is not my first rodeo. Recent examples:

1) A rogue explaining to me that the tank ‘needs to be in front, the tip of the spear!’... after it had been established that I was used to fully clearing this dungeon with a group of NPCs, not doing the speed-run with fellow sapients, which was established because I’d just tried to spear tip and they didn’t want to follow me and clear the whole dungeon.

2) A red mage telling me, “If no one’s dying, a healer should focus on DPS.” So sorry, used to running higher-level dungeons at the moment where I need to focus fully on keeping the tank alive, also as a white mage my dps spells are very slow compared to literally everyone else in the party’s, the mobs are dead and you’re running to the next group by the time I cast one.

TL;DR: Tanking can be fun, and I genuinely like playing a white mage, I enjoy the mechanics, like the graphics, and feel very useful, but my fellow players are testing me.

#finally a fantasy barding #ffxiv

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rootin-n-bootin · 3 months

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I wish more folks knew about the gay rodeos :(

Cool community, lots of history, and it’s been fantastic getting to interact with my queer elders

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worstvideogamesong-poll · 6 months

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Worst Video Game Song Tournament Masterpost

The tournament has begun! We are currently in round 4, and each poll will be open for a week. I will also be reblogging each poll 12 hours after it is posted so that people in different time zones are able to see them more easily. If you don't want to see these reblogs, block the tag #12th hour reblog. There will be a total of 8 polls in this round. 4 polls will be posted a day for a total of 2 days.

When you vote, I would recommend listening to as much as you can of each song before voting, but how you choose is up to you. Remember to be civil in the tags and replies! Some posts will have propaganda included with the songs, but feel free to add more propaganda in the tags and replies, or send it to me in the ask box and I'll try to share it as soon as I can!

View the bracket, make predictions and more on Challonge here

View the spreadsheet of submissions here

View the original introduction post here

Read the FAQ here

Listen to the full playlist on YouTube here

Full list of polls under the cut:

Round 1

Match 1 - Lavender Town (Pokémon Red/Blue) vs. Vs. Odd Yo-Kai (Yo-Kai Watch)

Match 2 - K.K. Synth (Animal Crossing New Leaf) vs. Bad Feeling (Mad Rat Dead)

Match 3 - This is Where You Are Caucasian Destination Boy (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage! feat. Hatsune Miku) vs. Morpho Knight (Kirby and the Forgotten Land)

Match 4 - Track 6 (The Ring: Terror's Realm) vs. Fallen Down (Undertale)

Match 5 - Rodeo Time! (Yo-Kai Watch 3) vs. The Fade (Dragon Age Origins)

Match 6 - Rivers in the Desert (mito Remix) (Persona 5 Dancing in Starlight) vs. Birthday Cake (Jet Set Radio Future)

Match 7 - Let's Start the Killing Game (Danganronpa v3: Killing Harmony) vs. You've Got to Eat Your Vegetables! (Commander Keen 4)

Match 8 - Venus (Doom Troopers Sega Genesis) vs. GB Hunter Theme (GB Hunter)

Match 9 - Know What I Mean? (Mario Party 2) vs. Boss Theme 1 (Sonic Superstars)

Match 10 - Area 4, 8, & 13 (Santa Claus Saves the Earth GBA) vs. The Yoshi Clan (Yoshi's New Island)

Match 11 - Bomb Rush Blush (Remix) - Splatoon 2 vs. Mansion Basement (Resident Evil Director's Cut)

Match 12 - Monkeys (Nancy Drew: Ransom of the Seven Ships) vs. Vacation Music 1 (The Sims 1)

Match 13 - Hazy Lane (Yo-Kai Watch 3) vs. Central City (Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood)

Match 14 - Mumble Blues (Armed and Delirious (Dementia)) vs. Crazy Bus Title Screen (Crazy Bus)

Match 15 - Striptease (Persona 4) vs. Professor Birch's Laboratory (Pokémon Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire)

Match 16 - Oppression (Cave Story) vs. Spookwave (Undertale)

Match 17 - Nocturne (Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood) vs. Ancient Chozo Ruins (Metroid II: Return of Samus)

Match 18 - Diggity Dog (WWF No Mercy N64) vs. YZAP (Yo-Kai Watch 3)

Match 19 - Versus (Sonic Eraser) vs. Neo-Opportunist (Mad Rat Dead)

Match 20 - 50m (Donkey Kong '94) vs. Black Tar (Xenoblade Chronicles X)

Match 21 - Shadow World (DE DE MOUSE Remix) (Persona 4 Dancing All Night) vs. Mushroom Road (Tales of the Abyss)

Match 22 - Fest Zest (Splatoon 2) vs. Survival Instincts Kicking In (Bravely Default II)

Match 23 - Drawbridge Dilemma (WarioWare: Get it Together!) vs. Fight Theme 1 (Omikron: The Nomad Soul)

Match 24 - Thrifty Megamart (Pokémon Sun/Moon) vs. Metal Gear MS DOS Soundtrack (Metal Gear MS DOS)

Match 25 - NLA (Night) (Xenoblade Chronicles X) vs. Spooktune (Undertale)

Match 26 - Namco Arcade 80's Retro Medley (Super Smash Bros. for Wii U) vs. I Love Beijing Tiananmen (Hong Kong 97)

Match 27 - Stage Theme (1942) vs Red-Green-Yellow-Yellow (Mother 3)

Match 28 - Din's Power (Harp) (The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword) vs. Wildfire (Honkai: Star Rail)

Match 29 - Midna's Lament (Remix) (Super Smash Bros. Ultimate) vs. Tired of Life (Lady of Beestmeel Bro)

Match 30 - Holy Orders? (Guilty Gear XX) vs. Burning Men's Soul (Persona Trinity Soul)

Match 31 - Built to Scale (Rhythm Heaven Fever) vs. Main Theme (Beverly Hills Cop)

Match 32 - Just Leave Me Alone (OMORI) vs. Denegul (Lagoon)

Match 33 - Now or Never! (Remix) (Super Smash Bros. Ultimate) vs. Crown Dungeon (The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages)

Match 34 - Heart and Soul (Cutscene) (Sonic Frontiers) vs. Dungeon Man (EarthBound)

Match 35 - Resetti's Theme (Animal Crossing: Wild World) vs. Rise & Shine, Ursine! (Danganronpa v3: Killing Harmony)

Match 36 - Belly Flop (Splatoon 3) vs. Lemon Jelly (The Sims 2)

Match 37 - mmm yess put the tree on my pizza (Pizza Tower) vs. The Moving Gigantic Ship (Tales of Xillia)

Match 38 - Comin' at ya, My girl (Yakuza 5) vs. Track 7 (Frozen Fruits)

Match 39 - Battle (Field) (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild) vs. Title Theme (The Adventures of Rad Gravity)

Match 40 - Emphasis on Scat (BattleBlock Theater) vs. Shipwreckin' (Splatoon 2)

Match 41 - Tem Shop (Undertale) vs. Character Select (Marvel vs. Capcom 2)

Match 42 - Title Screen (Tagin' Dragon) vs. Path of Pain (Hollow Knight)

Match 43 - What's Your Name? (San Fransisco Rush) vs. Pathetic House (Undertale)

Match 44 - Mine: Zew (The Void/Tension) vs. Chocobo Theme (Final Fantasy 2)

Match 45 - Versus Giegue (EarthBound Beginnings) vs. Dragon's Den (Pokémon Gold/Silver)

Match 46 - Great Bay Temple (The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask) vs. Sagat's Theme (Street Fighter 1)

Match 47 - Chocobo Theme (Final Fantasy X-2) vs. Honeylune Ridge (Super Mario Odyssey)

Match 48 - Close in the Distance (Final Fantasy XIV: Endwalker) vs. Shrimp Shuffle (Rhythm Heaven Fever)

Match 49 - Desert (Super Mario Bros.) (Super Mario Maker 2) vs. National Anthem (Double Dribble Arcade)

Match 50 - Dubble Bath (DIY Remix) (Splatoon 2) vs. Fun House (Spider-Man the Animated Series)

Match 51 - Options (Sonic Spinball) vs. Welcome to Mario Cars 2 (Mario Cars 2)

Match 52 - Twilit Battle (The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess) vs. Confusion (Digimon World 3)

Match 53 - 25m (Donkey Kong) vs. Buying Goods at Palmira (Evergrace)

Match 54 - Crazy Shuffle Theme (Action 52) vs. Joke's End (Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga)

Match 55 - Treasure Caves (Wild Woody) vs. Long Elevator (Undertale)

Match 56 - Conspiracy (わるだくみ) (Muv Luv) vs. Opening (Sonic Blast 3D 5)

Match 57 - Digital Roots (Deltarune Chapter 2) vs. Lying in the Darkness (Tales of Graces)

Match 58 - Victory Road (Pokémon HeartGold/SoulSilver) vs. Title Music (Manic Miner)

Match 59 - Donut Plains (Super Mario Kart) vs. Nightclub (Sabotaged) (Payday 3)

Match 60 - Credtrap (Nancy Drew: Secrets Can Kill) vs. Cole Train Rap (Gears of War)

Match 61 - Tragic Prince (Castlevania: Symphony of the Night) vs. Theme of Stardust (Yakuza 2)

Match 62 - Vital (Fornite) vs. Title Screen (Ballz 3D)

Match 63 - Emblem Engage! (Fire Emblem: Engage) vs. Sub-Tree Area (Kirby Super Star)

Match 64 - Maximum Power (After Burner (Amiga)) vs. Imp's Song (DOOM)

Round 2

Match 1 - Lavender Town (Pokémon Red/Blue) vs. K.K. Synth (Animal Crossing: New Leaf)

Match 2 - This is Where You Are Caucasian Destination Boy (Project Sekai: Colorful Stage! feat. Hatsune Miku) vs. Track 6 (The Ring: Terror's Realm)

Match 3 - The Fade (Dragon Age: Origins) vs. Birthday Cake (Jet Set Radio Future)

Match 4 - You've Got to Eat Your Vegetables! (Commander Keen 4) vs. GB Hunter Theme (GB Hunter)

Match 5 - Know What I Mean? (Mario Party 2) vs. The Yoshi Clan (Yoshi's New Island)

Match 6 - Mansion Basement (Resident Evil Director's Cut) vs. Vacation Music 1 (The Sims 1)

Match 7 - Central City (Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood) vs. Title Screen (Crazy Bus)

Match 8 - Striptease (Persona 4) vs. Spookwave (Undertale)

Match 9 - Nocturne (Sonic Chronicles: The Dark Brotherhood) vs. Diggity Dog (WWF No Mercy (N64))

Match 10 - Versus (Sonic Eraser) vs. 50m (Donkey Kong)

Match 11 - Shadow World (DE DE MOUSE Remix) (Persona 4 Dancing All Night) vs. Survival Instincts Kicking In (Bravely Default II)

Match 12 - Fight Theme 1 (Omikron: The Nomad Soul) vs. Metal Gear MS DOS Soundtrack (Metal Gear MS DOS)

Match 13 - NLA (Night) (Xenoblade Chronicles X) vs. I Love Beijing Tiananmen (Hong Kong 97)

Match 14 - Stage Theme (1942) vs. Din's Power (Harp) (The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword)

Match 15 - Tired of Life (Lady of Beestmeel Bro) vs. Holy Orders? (Guilty Gear XX)

Match 16 - Main Theme (Beverly Hills Cop (PC)) vs. Denegul (Lagoon(SNES))

Match 17 - Crown Dungeon (The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages) vs. Dungeon Man (EarthBound)

Match 18 - Resetti's Theme (Animal Crossing: Wild World) vs. Belly Flop (Splatoon 3)

Match 19 - The Moving Gigantic Ship (Tales of Xillia) vs. Track 7 (Frozen Fruits)

Match 20 - Title Theme (The Adventures of Rad Gravity) vs. Emphasis on Scat (BattleBlock Theater)

Match 21 - Character Select (Marvel vs. Capcom 2) vs. Title Screen (Tagin' Dragon (NES))

Match 22 - What's Your Name? (San Fransisco Rush) vs. Mine: Zew (The Void/Tension)

Match 23 - Versus Giegue (EarthBound Beginnings) vs. Sagat's Theme (Street Fighter 1)

Match 24 - Chocobo Theme (Final Fantasy X-2) vs. Shrimp Shuffle (Rhythm Heaven Fever)

Match 25 - National Anthem (Double Dribble Arcade) vs. Fun House (Spider-Man: The Animated Series)

Match 26 - Welcome to Mario Cars 2 (Mario Cars 2) vs. Confusion (Digimon World 3)

Match 27 - Buying Goods at Palmira (Evergrace) vs. Crazy Shuffle Theme (Action 52)

Match 28 - Treasure Caves (Wild Woody) vs. Opening (Sonic 3D Blast 5)

Match 29 - Lying in the Darkness (Tales of Graces) vs. Title Music (Manic Miner)

Match 30 - Nightclub (Sabotaged) (Payday 3) vs. Credtrap (Nancy Drew: Secrets Can Kill)

Match 31 - Theme of Stardust (Yakuza 2) vs. Title Screen (Ballz 3D(SNES))

Match 32 - Emblem Engage! (Fire Emblem: Engage) vs. Imp's Song (DOOM)

Round 3

#if you think i should add anything more to this post let me know and i'll think about it!#my posts #worst video game song tournament #not a poll #music poll #music #video games #tournament poll #poll tournament #poll bracket #tumblr poll #tumblr polls #tumblr tournament #tumblr tourney

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mrssimply · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday

People, I have WIPs, as in WIPs, plurals! Amazing! And I remebered it was wednesday, the consecrated day for WIPS, which is amazing, too!

I'm writing two things:

Invictus - which will be a retelling of Phantom Liberty if it happened after storming the tower and with Johnny back in his body, but V still dying. Let's have a look.

The same link that allowed them to communicate without speaking also meant that Johnny sometimes swore he could feel V’s pain physically, like their brains and bodies didn’t get the memo they were separate again. It made situations like this particularly unbearable to the former terrorist, who was ready to snap at the client to wrap it up. Maybe feeling the change in pace and atmosphere, the client let the end of his sentence trail off and nodded when V repeated the fee for the job and told him it would be done within two days. The guy got up, held out his hand to shake but V made no move to stand. Johnny did, crossing his arms and giving the man one of his patented smirk. “Alright, fuck off now, we got other biz to do,” he said with a drawl. He didn’t care if people thought he was an asshole, he liked it even, but he needed to preserve V’s reputation. The guy scowled, then shrugged like he was above Johnny’s pettiness, and gave a final nod to V, who returned it with a somewhat apologetic smile. It was tight around the edge, but probably invisible for anyone who didn’t know the king of the Afterlife well. The moment the man’s back was turned, Johnny waved his hand at Claire in a motion they’d agreed on. She didn’t even break her pace in handling client drinks to acknowledge him, but took control of the audio system. “Hey folks, you benevolent King is offering you a free drink right now! Come by the bar to get it,” she singsonged, and the result was immediate. People rushed to get there first under her booming laugh. In the commotion, no one saw V’s slump against the couch with an expression of pure pain on his face. They didn’t catch Johnny picking him up with difficulty because of all the chrome in his body that turned him into a fucking dead weight. Grunting, Johnny hoisted him over his shoulder and half carried him to the back room. “Johnny,” V warned right in his ear as they pushed through the excited crowd of mercs and clients. “I got you,” the man mumbled back, playing elbows to clear the way. He could hear V’s taking very small and cautious breaths, fighting down the nausea that usually came with the episodes nowadays. They finally crossed the door to the back alley, and Johnny sped up when he heard V grunt and swallow heavily. They barely made it to the backroom before V was falling forward, nearly bringing Johnny down with him as he heaved into the bucket strategically placed here. Unfortunately, it wasn’t their first rodeo.

And the second one is a Jedi AU. Note that I didn't call it a Star Wars AU, since I'll be mixing the game's events with Jedi lore, but it won't have any link with Star Wars. Maybe. (bellow the cut to prevent post from being too long)

The skies opened with a thundering noise and a white flash of light, before rain started pouring down. V was drenched in a few seconds as he stood, arrested by the vision in front of him. Standing on the parapet, balanced despite the howling winds around him, stood the Renegade. His silver and ebony robes were whipping around him, revealing his black boots and the hem of just as dark pants. It felt effortless, how he stood there, held by the Force and his own will, toying with the void V knew was waiting on the other side.The man seemed unbothered by the lack of exit at his disposal, looking straight at V. His eyes were dark, so much they appeared black, only crossed by a glitter of white when another lightning bolt illuminated the sky. Locks of black hair were escaping a lazy bun and dancing over his face. One got caught at the corner of his mouth, bringing V’s attention to their redness, and the paleness of the skin surrounding it. It was broken by a scruffy beard peppered with white. He was waiting, calm and attentive. As V hesitated, Reed’s voice echoed in his head : “You want justice for your friend, V, and Silverhand is the key to that. We will shed light on this affair, I give you my word.” The Jedi Master’s serene trust in the Order was always a balm when V lost perspective of the goal. The young master reaffirmed his grip over his saber, and widened his stance to adopt his preferred defensive form. The renegade looked at him passively, the only change in his attitude a small tilt to the side, like he was amused by V. “I’m here to bring you to the Order for judgment,” V finally declared with strength. He breathed in deep, feeling the Force respond to his call and that, above everything else, appeased him. The saber came to life, bathing V in soft green light. it was like the winds were forming a cocoon around them now. The Renegade moved, his robes parting to allow V a view of the metal arm that gave him his moniker. He jumped down the parapet on the soft grass of the terrasse, his movements graceful and light, like a cat. “Give me your name, Jedi,” Silverhand said, mocking mirth coloring his inquiry. The young knight felt a spike of annoyance that he snuffed out with another deep breath. Strangely, it made his opponent smile wider. “My name is V.” “V…” he repeated with a smirk. “Just a letter. Concise.” Then, with a flourish, he let his coat fall to the ground, revealing a sleeveless black top that gave V an unencumbered view of his silver arm. “Don’t think I need to introduce myself,” he drawled, catching his lightsaber as it jumped into his infamous hand. V’s focus was on his feet, though, which looked like the first stance of Djem So and it surprised him a bit. It wasn’t a typical darksider’s opening. The Jedi’s eyes jumped up when he heard the familiar sound of the lightsaber coming to life… Only for air to stall in his lungs. He’d expected red, or at least orange, but the Renegade was wielding a saber of pure white light like V had never seen.

As always, couldn't really chose a small snippet, sorry for the long post.

Both are going to be long fic, but there is no telling when or even if they will ever be finished, since inspiration and writing block have been at war for about a year now.

Do tell me if you want more, I think I might need encouragment this time!

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #johnny silverhand #male v #kerry eurodyne #my writing #snippets #current wip #wip wednesday

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assortedvillainvault · 3 months

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could you do a Hades and a trans male f/o with ocd and how he would help them/react to things? Only of you are comfy with it!

Hey there! Thanks for the ask and apologies for the snail trail it's taken to get these out.

I tried my best with these - I don't suffer from OCD/am not trans so if there's any inaccuracies please let me know!!

Hades x Trans+OCD!Reader Headcannons

Babe he has dealt, and will deal with, every single soul who has ever lived. Which is over 5 billion or so by now. This ain’t his first trans rodeo, just let him know and you’re good.

As a god he’s kinda beyond the whole 'gender' concept anyway, he just double checks his pronouns and moves on, busy guy whole realm to run and all that. But if someone disrespects you? You?? His S/O?? BOOM straight to Tartarus – he’s got your back babe just say the word.

While he might not be familiar with OCD through personal experience, or know the term, he’s not exactly unobservant.

If you’re particular about keeping your hands clean -and yeesh he can relate the soul stuff goop sticks – he just asks that you please please please don’t use the river water for washing. The Underworld's nine rivers ALL cause magic bullshit on contact, from accelerated ageing to memory loss, and neither of you need the stress ok. He can provide perfectly normal sterilised water on hand just ask the servants that’s what they're for.

You like everything just so, huh? Like down to the right angle and the minute? While he’s also gonna bring up practical issues of micromanaging (lack of time, fate, rampant minion idiocy and his family’s mere existence), he relates because he also runs a tight ship and hates his systems being disrupted – something simple being thrown off whack is a red flame rage trigger. You can be each-others chill pills. Hopefully.

If he spots you counting- shit babe want a job? There are reams of records in his office that need an organised eye and if you feel the need then who is he to stop you honestly. He’ll even pay you. Please help him.

Its almost soothing, in a used salesman board meeting type way, how he can talk you through the worst of the paranoia. Like. Ok, so what’s the worst that could happen babe? You could die? You are dating the Lord of The Dead. You’ve visited the underworld so often you’ve basically mapped the place! You know exactly what happens once ye old mortal coil is shuffled off! Who else can say that, huh? Course he’s gonna resurrect you, Olympus isn't exactly gonna notice.

And if you’re worried that through some kind of colossal, fates dammed fuckup, you’ll somehow harm him or the underworld? Babe. Sweetheart. Is your name Zeus? Or Hercules?? No?? You’re not knocking down walls or attempting to yoink a soul back upstairs? No?? You’re good. The place ain’t exactly made of tissue paper and neither is he.

Now c’mere, ok? He needs some snuggles and so you you. Lap time.

#thalassa responds #thank you for the ask!!#hades x reader #disney villains #disney hades #x reader #hades strikes me as a hyper adaptable roll with the punches sort of guy #like he might not fully get it BUT if he can find a workaround that keeps things running and you happy then he's gonna do it full steam

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dameronology · 2 years

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'' you're the only one who's ever going to see me this way. '' '' this way what? '' '' this happy. '' [beat] '' not counting our wedding day. '' + steve? :) maybe the end of s3 when it’s all over. or when he and robin are on drugs, you pick

i loveeee this

The night after the fire at Starcourt Mall was the first time in weeks that Steve Harrington had slept properly.

It wasn't all over. Not yet. There was still the question of how the hell anyone was going to cover up the last few weeks; how they were going to cover up the deaths; how anyone in this sleepy little town would truly take anything other than the truth as an explanation. The best part, though? It wasn't his fucking problem. He could relax now, knowing that the Upside Down - at least for the foreseeable future - was dealt with.

The morning after, ironically enough, was bright and warm. The sun beat down on Hawkins, streaming through the windows of Steve's bedroom and causing him to rouse. You were still passed out beside him, curled up in a ball with your arms desperately wound around one of his. Because yes, things were fine now, but this wasn't your first rodeo with the Upside Down. You'd been clinging onto him at night since the first time you'd seen a Demogorgon. It was second nature now; you attached to Steve, with his entire body wrapped around you. It was all in an attempt to protect you - from what exactly, he didn't know.

He rolled onto his side, letting your sleeping form flop with him. Steve couldn't help but let out a smile - honestly, he was just glad you were still here. There had been times where you had either a) run head first into danger and he thought he'd truly never see you again or b) he missed a date one too many times due to alternative dimension commitments and he was convinced you were going to dump his ass. There were moments where you had come close to both.

"The fuck you wriggling for, Harrington?"

His chest rumbled with a chuckle, shaking you awake. "You're making my arm go dead, babe."

"The world nearly ended yesterday," you grumbled, returning your head back to its rightful spot in the crook of his neck. "I needed your shoulder for emotional support."

"The world did nearly end yesterday," he nodded. His dark eyes moved from you to the ceiling, just pondering for a moment. The trauma of it all was definitely there - had been since the fall of 1983.

You peeled open one eye, raising your head again to analyse your boyfriend. His face was still littered with red marks and scratches, but his eyes wasn't as swollen anymore. Despite everything - the injuries, the kidnapping, the fucking torture - he had a big ol' smile on his dingus features. Tilting your head to the side, you propped yourself on your elbows and thinned your eyes at him.

"You're real smiley all things considered."

He peered over at you, grin widening. "You're the only one who's ever going to see me this way."

"What way?" you frowned.

Steve reached his arm back out towards you, wrapping it around your shoulders. You hit his chest with an oof! - you couldn't get annoyed though. He was too much of a fucking goofball.

"This happy," he said with a content sigh. He paused for a moment, then pressed a kiss to your temple. "Not counting our wedding day."

"I just threw up in my mouth a little-"

"- you're such an asshole!" he cut you off, squeezing you even tighter. "C'mon, admit it!"

"Admit what?! That you're about to SQUEEZE the life out of me-"

"- that you luuuurve me!"

"I do not luuuurve anything, because I am not a fifteen year old girl in a John Hughes movie-"

"- okay then."

Steve grabbed you again, flipping you on your back. He pinned your arms above your head as he did, positioning himself above you. His hair dangled over his face, catching it in the morning light. He was fucking perfect.

"Admit that you love me," he said. "Just love - plain ol' love, with the right amount of o's and u's and e's."

You smiled. "I love you."

He leant down and pressed a kiss to your lips. "I love you more."

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quitealotofsodapop · 6 months

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Oooh! Wait! A thought!

Canon!Shadowpeach likely ask AU!Shadowpeach why are they so chill with their and the families alternative selves present, only to get the response of "We're used to that sort of thing", which they take to mean 'not their first interdimensional rodeo' (as in, met up and gone back to their worlds).

Then later, AU!Shadowpeach telling Canon!Shadowpeach to go to the main room where the rest are, they'll be busy for a bit. They do go there, not sure who they mean by 'the rest', only to stop dead in their tracks when the uncanny valley of similar, familiar, but stranger faces turn to look at them, gold and red eyes all boring into them, some of the heads tilting in confusion.

"Hey, Peach, Plum. What's up with the new looks?" The one in the suit waves from the couch.

Bonus Anon too!

Canon LMK probably goes through the same mental spiral as the AU LMK crew did a long time ago. The rest of the Wukongverse are like "Not again." in a slightly annoyed kinda way.

The other monkeys refuse to come up with new nicknames for the "Doubles/Others" since they seem to be of too-similar verses to Plum and Peach to get that privilege. Its like the Futurama episode where they're arguing over who gets to be Universe 1 vs A. They settle on Hero and Warrior for the Canon Shadowpeach monkeys.

#wukongverse #the monkey king and the infant #the monkey king and the infant au #lego monkie kid #lmk #shadowpeach #crossovers

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azrielgreen · 1 year

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Touched CH7 preview

‘Levitating,’ Nancy repeats, voice hollow, stare void. They’re all in Chrissy’s living room after Robin brought Nancy inside. ‘He just… we got out of the car in the middle of the road. He was losing it, crying and terrified and then he just… he went still.’

Eddie is listening with his loosely balled hand over his mouth, hanging back to give her space. Robin and Chrissy are either side of Nancy on the sofa. Robin’s holding her hand. Max and El are helping keep Mrs. Cunningham busy by eating and making a fuss of the cake. Jason keeps trying to come inside, but Chrissy’s warnings to shoo get sterner each time.

Steve’s kneeling in front of Nancy.

He’s got one hand on her knee, respectful and friendly, just wants her to feel safe. She’s so pale.

‘What then?’

‘He… he started levitating, like I said. Right up into the air. Then.’ She shakes her head, tears running down her cheeks. ‘Then his body began to break.’

‘Like what?’ Eddie asks, against his own will.

She swallows. It’s a difficult question, but Nancy is pragmatic, tougher than she looks. ‘His bones started snapping.’ She shudders and looks at Steve, meets his gaze properly for the first time. ‘His eyes… they burst.’

‘My god,’ Chrissy mutters faintly, her arm around Nancy.

‘Then he just… dropped to the ground. Dead. I drove to get help, almost ran the girls over,’ she says, nodding out towards the kitchen. ‘They told me where you guys were.’

Eddie says, ‘Code Red, then?’

She nods. ‘I think so.’

Chrissy sighs. ‘Jason, please stop coming in here.’

‘Is Code Red still a period thing?’

‘Yes, it’s still a period thing,’ she snaps gently. ‘So please, help out by keeping my Mom out there.’

Steve is only focused on Nancy, so he doesn’t see, but he can feel through the bond and Eddie’s heightened awareness of him that he does, in fact, leave to return to the kitchen.

‘Where’s Hopper?’ Steve asks aloud, but it’s the question in his heart because no matter how it irks him to admit it, having a grown-up to turn to in this situation will make it easier, especially when it comes to the cops.

‘With Wayne, I guess,’ Eddie answers, listening to the conversation in the kitchen. He thinks Chrissy’s Mom is telling the girls about her cheerleading experience back in the day. ‘Chrissy, I’m so sorry, babe, but we’re gonna have to go.’

Chrissy looks at her best friend, pulls a face like he’s a complete idiot. ‘Well duh, we’re all going.’

Nancy turns to Chrissy. ‘I’m sorry to bring this to your door on your birthday.’

‘Oh my god, don’t be silly,’ Chrissy tells her, firmly kind. She rubs Nancy’s back. ‘We’re gonna figure this out together.’ Then she throws Eddie a little smile. ‘Our first rodeo, huh?’

‘Looks like.’

‘Not counting the Wolf Pop, though,’ Robin adds seriously and it works so well, makes Nancy laugh despite herself and that laugh breaks into a sob. Robin’s ready for it, pulls Nancy into her arms when she cries and Steve gets up, looks at Eddie.

Here we go, he thinks.

Mrs. Cunningham can be distracted no longer. Even Jason was trying to keep her out, but she senses there’s drama somewhere in her living room and comes inside, cheeks flush.

‘What is happening in here?’ she asks. ‘Why is that girl crying? Christine—’

‘Somebody died, Mom.’ Chrissy stands too, looks around. She’s not got shoes on, they’re all by the door, all except for Nancy, Max and El, who brought the rainstorm inside. ‘We need to go help.’

‘Who died?’

‘Who died?’ Jason asks, coming in from behind Chrissy’s Mom. ‘Who died?’

‘Fred Benson,’ Nancy croaks, emerging from the Robin hug with red eyes and scratchy voice.

‘The paper dwee—?’ Jason catches himself in time, rubs the back of his neck. ‘The uh, kid from the paper?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Well, that’s very sad,’ Chrissy’s Mom says. ‘But he wasn’t your friend, he’s not from your group.’

Chrissy’s expression ripples with faint disgust. Max and El slip by. El has a massive buttered roll with ham and salad.

‘Oh my god, Mom—’

‘Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain, Christine.’

‘—somebody died, what the hell does it matter if they were my friend or not?’

Jason asks, ‘How did he die?’ and Chrissy ignores him, so Eddie says, ‘Car accident.’

‘Like the one he was in a while ago?’

‘Chrissy, you can’t leave,’ her Mom says again, moving forward. Eddie’s sense of threat perception ripples. ‘Honey, it’s your birthday! I’ve spent hours making all this food, your cake, all this—’

‘MOM!’ Chrissy explodes. ‘I don’t want your god damned food! And even if I did, all you’re gonna do is make me feel like shit about it for days, so please…’ She takes a deep, trembling breath. ‘Please stop now. We’re going. I’m going.’

Mrs. Cunningham looks thunderstruck.

The cake is untouched, candles all set up but unlit.

‘You can’t.’

‘I am.’

‘I won’t allow it.’

‘You don’t get to allow me, Mom. My friends need me. This is more important. I love you and I’ll be back soon.’ Chrissy reaches for Eddie, hand out and he takes it without question, grabs Steve too, it must look ridiculous, especially when Steve then grabs Robin, who grabs Nancy, who pulls the girls along too and then, cherry on the cake, Jason goes too.

It’s a train of mass exodus and nobody even got to try the dandelion salad, but that really doesn’t matter.

The only thing that matters is them being together. Hand in hand, ready for whatever’s coming.

Nancy’s not OK to drive and there’s too many for one car, so Steve takes Jason, Chrissy, Robin and Nancy in his car and Eddie drives Nancy’s car with the girls inside. Eddie is taking the girls back to the lake house, to get on the radio.

Code Red.

Steve and the others are going to see Fred.

In the back seat, Jason and Chrissy are quietly arguing. Jason demanding to know what’s happening and why they don’t just call the cops. Chrissy telling him he can’t come with them.

Nancy’s up front with Steve.

The pair share a look.

It’s solidarity. It’s dread. Sympathy and love and friendship and the understanding that they really need to get rid of Jason Carver.

‘Hey man,’ Steve says. ‘I’m dropping you off, OK?’

‘What? No way! I’m not letting my girlfriend go see a dead body without me to keep her safe!’

Steve thinks it’s lucky Eddie’s in the other car, knows how much his lover would detest Jason’s use of the word, ‘letting.’

‘We just want to support Nancy while she gives her statement,’ Chrissy tells him again, would-be soothing.

‘And I just wanna support you.’

Steve is almost to Jason’s street, remembers going to a party or two back in the day. Keg stands and babes and stupid, idiotic shit with Alex Carver cackling every time someone was mean.

He’s almost at the turn when he hears sirens.

Two cop cars go speeding by together, fast.

Headed for the highway.

‘Shit,’ he mutters.

Robin turns to watch them. ‘Fuck, is that for Fred?’

‘Gotta be.’ Steve makes the turn. ‘Jason, man, you need to go.’

‘I’m not leaving my girlfriend.’

‘Honey, we just want to support Nancy, OK? You don’t know her, it’s not right.’

‘Look, I know I’m not… the smartest or whatever, but I know something is going down. I know that. I can feel it.’ Jason looks at Steve in the rear-view, oddly clear eyed. ‘I want to help. I mean it.’

Steve curses under his breath, stopped outside the Carver house. It’s huge, biggest on the block. Steve knows what the bathroom looks like, remembers fucking several girls in one of the guest rooms.

‘You should go.’

‘I won’t start shit with Munson or whatever.’

‘Jason—’

‘But you hang out here another minute, and my brother’s coming out,’ Jason warns quickly. ‘And he’s absolutely gonna start shit.’

Steve looks at the windows, sees the curtains move a little. Thinks of the last time he saw Alex. Eddie’s warning that never really left his heart.

The people who pretend the hardest to be normal are always the ones with something to hide.

Jason looks back and forth between Steve and the house, licks his lips. ‘Please.’

Steve grits his teeth, throws the car into gear.

‘God fucking damn it, Carver, you’d better keep your mouth shut, you got it?’

The rain hits the windshield, wipers doing what they can, but it’s heavy and determined.

Jason nods, pale and grateful. ‘I got it, man. Thanks.’

#touched #oonionchiver #this is gonna be so fucking long holy shit

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