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SYZYGY [1]

✩ pairing: alpha namjoon x chubby fem!omega reader

✩ genre: wonderous , soulmates , strangers to "friends" to lovers , fluff , romance🔞 , life lessons , slice-of-life , brief angsty situations , happy ending

✩ word count: 6.4k

✩ chapter warnings: cussing , cover art does not depict fmc features, drinking / mention of bar hopping , Namjoon is drunk upon meeting FMC but there is nothing that happens! , lots of inside feelies and thought processes

✩ summary: Namjoon would say that he truly lives the normal life. As an alpha, he works the job he wants, he goes out when he has time, and he has never received a single late-fee on payments. He's living the mundane life- until an unknown omega literally drops into his life. Where did she come from? Why him?

✩ cover: me

ch.1 , ch.2 ...

“It is your time, precious one.”

“What if- what if I’m scared?”

“You have no reason to be fearful.”

“I was born to do this- he is just a man, an alpha that I know nothing of- what if we are not compatible like you say we will be?”

“Do you find me inconsistent in the success of my pairings, precious one?”

“No, I am just afraid I will not live up to your expectations now that I am to be on my own.”

“Oh, my dear, that is the reason you were matched.”

“What?”

“Please, trust me once more and trust yourself always from now on.”

“Of course.”

“It is she that loves all thy flaws.”

Namjoon

It’s another small bar that plays shitty remixes. The only good things about these places are the owners with their intimate service and the perfectly made drinks.

“What song is this?” Namjoon just about screams into Jimin’s ear. Another remix plays, probably by a newer pop star that he has yet to familiarize himself with.

“I don’t know or care! It’s your turn!” Jimin points at the messy stack of cards in the middle of the small table. Namjoon gives a lazy eye roll and intently looks at the cards in his hands once again.

“Do you have a five?” He turns to Seokjin to scream into his ear.

“Hah! Go fish, bitch.” Namjoon begrudgingly pulled another card from the only neat stack on the table.

“Can we pick something else?” Namjoon yells between the two, hoping to God that they heard him and will take pity on him.

This is the one night in a whole month that he has had time to go out and forget about his job. The first shitty bar was just what he needed. Drinks were made with alcohol that was poured with a heavy hand and the music was chosen perfectly. You always have to start with the loud, dance club settings when you bar hop. Then, by the end of the night, you’re sitting at a chill bar that provides board games for its patrons and puts the correct amount of alcohol into drinks. Plus, if you have the right vibes, you can score some free samples. By now, the owners have given them a few too many and all three of them should definitely leave soon.

“I have a better idea!” Jimin yells. Instead of the others responding, they just wait for Jimin to say what’s next on the agenda. He’s basically been running the whole night, deciding where they go next and what the feel is after each one. He’s the pro.

“Let’s go home.”

“Thank god.” Namjoon mumbles to himself. Immediately starting to put their cards away in a mess of backwards and upside down stacks. It was Seokjin’s turn to pay for the tab, so he’s up and heading for the main bartender in a hurry. Apparently they’ve all had enough for the night. By now it’s not just fun noiseless thinking and laughing about ‘the good old days’, it’s tired mumbling and sighing at the hit of cool air that greets them outside of the bar.

“Ugh, Joon, you should just let us crash at your place. I really can’t imagine the price of a cab right now.”

“I don’t care, I just wan' be horizontal as soon as possible.” Namjoon mumbles at them, already leading the way to his studio apartment.

"You're such a fuckin' nerd." Seokjin giggles to himself, making Jimin join in."

"Because I use 'horizontal'? Ya'll can fight over the fuckin' couch cuz' you're not sleepin' withme in my big, sof' bed."

That just eggs them on more, leaving Namjoon to lead the way as they stumble along behind him.

“Uh…Namjoon?”

Seokjin’s unsure voice asks behind Namjoon as he clicks his apartment door’s locks into place. His limbs seem to lag as he tries to peel his shoes and jacket off.

“What?”

“I thought you said you didn’t go out last night.”

“Bro, I didn’t.” Namjoon adds a whiny ending in his answer. Both Seokjin and Jimin have been asking if he went out without them- the whole night he’s had to convince them he stayed in on a Friday night to work.

“Then, why is there an omega in your living room?”

“There’s not an ‘mega in my liv-” Namjoon finally pries his shoes off and turns to find a female standing just next to his couch. Her scent hits him like a bag of bricks- it’s fucking everywhere, like she scented ever piece of fabric in the house and pushed out some more just for extra measure.

“Alpha!” Her bright eyes land on his still adjusting eyes. He’s trying his best to piece together why the fuck this is happening. He must be really fucking drunk. They must all be. There wouldn’t be a random omega in his home. He hasn’t touched another person in months thanks to the workload he has.

“Namjoon? She’s talking to you.” Jimin pipes up, trying to cover his nose with his jacket sleeve. He can’t think the smell is bad can he? Namjoon thinks her scent is nice, really good, perfect even- but as his eyes turn to Jimin and Seokjin he can see their discomfort.

“You’re talking to me?” Namjoon asks stupidly. He can’t, for the life of him, get ahold of a single thought. There’s no reason for her to be here talking to him.

“Yes. I’ve been waiting for you.” She says surely. “She sent me to you.” She ends with a giddy smile.

“Namjoon if you’ve got some weird roleplay going on please let us leave.” Seokjin says finally, pushing Namjoon into his apartment more to dispel the situation and- apparently- leave the stunned, drunk alpha alone with this unknown omega.

“Who are you?” He asks, studying her to try and figure out if this was an omega he forgot he had a thing with before. Namjoon can’t imagine her as anyone he’s been with before- he’d surely remember a face like her’s, a scent so perfect.

“Y/N. I’m your gift!” She says with certainty, never letting her smile leave as she waits for him to react to her. Instead, he just feels extremely light headed. With a few slowed-blinks, Namjoon collapses to the ground with a few thuds.

"Please don't die. Please, please don't have drunk too much and die before I could do anything."

Namjoon wakes to a pounding in his head that seems to be speaking to him as well. A foreign voice worries around him. It isn't until a touch to his forehead that has him bolting up from a lying position to come face to face with a woman that he definitely thought he dreamt up.

"Oh, thank The Goddess! I thought you drank too much." Namjoon tries to push himself away from the woman, going as far back to his headboard as he can get.

"I definitely drank too much, 'cuz who the fuck are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you'd remember." He watches confused as she seems to straighten the hoodie she has on- a hoodie he realizes is definitely his- and prepares herself for an introduction.

"I'm Y/N, your personal omega match." She gives him a grinning greeting that shows her confidence and content in a situation he sure as hell isn't familiar with.

"What- what does that mean?" Namjoon tries to rub the hangover from his eyes, an ache being soothed only when a constant pressure is held to his temples. He listens to her as he continues his ministrations.

"The Goddess raises us, teaches us how to be perfect for our matches. No matter the combination, no matter the gender identity- there's always a match for someone. But, the chosen match only goes through if the one we are matched to deserves it. Our safety is her number one priority."

He takes in this headache of an explanation, trying his best to piece together why the hell he was chosen. He's trying to figure out if this is really happening to him- if this is real, despite him knowing of those that had been 'gifted' an alpha, beta, or omega.

"I can help you with the pain, I was taught how to alleviate hangover symptoms."

"No, no it's fine, don't touch me." Her face falls at what he says upon opening his eyes. The look of devastation on her face worries him, itching to figure out why what he said had made her so unsettled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"Why?"

"I have been touching you. I brought you to the bed and made sure you didn't sleep with your jeans on. And I've been switching out the cool rags all night to check if you were still sweating. I definitely should have asked."

The scent he was so used to he forgot about it, is now mixed with a burnt equivalent.

“It’s alright. I was- yeah I don’t remember much. So, thank you for helping me.”

“Of course! I love helping, I could make you soup if you’d like. I- I don’t know what you like yet but if you let me know what you need right now I can figure it out.”

Namjoon gives pause at the sheer want that’s on her face, the softness in her scent now. He’s never had another person in his home making him things and wanting to take care of him besides Seokjin and Jimin. Those two will try to help him out whenever he even voices a discomfort, but this stranger is sat kneeling on his bed, tending to him as if he means something to her. He doesn’t know how this works exactly, where she comes from and why she’s so comfortable with him without knowing anything about him. He can’t just take advantage of her either. He’ll learn.

Even as Namjoon prepares a soup he would most definitely not have put the effort into making any other time he was drunk, Y/N is looking over his shoulder and watching what he does every step of the way. Just as his dog at his parents house used to do, she’s right on his heels, trying to memorize the steps. Even worse, her scent is giddy-ingly releasing as if she’s not in control of it. Luckily, he finishes it without spilling or burning himself, setting the bowls on his only place to properly eat in his apartment- a small peninsula in his kitchen that extends to fit four people. He sits to find one Y/N having already gotten him water and found acetaminophen to set next to his bowl.

“So, you were busy while you were waiting for me, huh?” Namjoon quips more than anything. He gestures to the air around them, the scent. His dry humor doesn’t seem to hit the spot, though.

“I’m sorry about that as well. I was so excited to see a home, your home, and your space. And- I know it’s important to not interfere but it just- came out.” She cringes at herself, her eyes finally leaving him to focus on her bowl of food. Namjoon finds himself hiding his smile in his bite of food, savoring the flavor that he hasn’t had in a while. His amusement doesn’t last long with his overthinking. The first bite of her soup is at her lips before he asks.

“Did it smell bad? Is my scent not- ya’ know? Not good?”

“No! Not at all. Your scent is- well- really good to put it simply. At first I was just so excited my own scent was pushing out, but then- I smelled you. It was addicting, and I found I was just curious about what our scents are like together. I’m sorry I disturbed your space.”

“It’s okay-”

“You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.” She states.

“I’m not. You’ll come to learn I’m very verbal about my wants and disinterests- so I’m telling the truth when I say that your scent is ‘really good’ as well.” Namjoon makes a point to jab at her earlier description, finally bringing another smile to her face.

“Okay, I’ll remember that. And I’m glad you like it.” She shyly admits.

“Now that we know that, though, let’s just try not to push it out as much until we get to know each other better- just so we don’t act on instincts too haphazardly.” Namjoon politely suggests. He’d never put someone’s scent over consent and their verbal wants and needs- but if they are truly matched by The Goddess, then he knows that an interest will develop and then scents cloud instincts and will make them both do things they may regret.

Looking at Y/N now, he can imagine it. He can imagine her being the omega he’d do anything for. Right now, his imagination is only based on what The Goddess has given him, though. That’s the problem. He needs to know her inside and out, not just her sweet, warm scent. The softness of her hair- long, warm brown curls that cascade down to her hips- needs to be a feeling that he could recall into his fingers at any moment. He would need to be able to lick his lips and taste her on them. She’d need to be ingrained into him, just as much as he makes sure he’s the same for her. They are the only two that will know each other as intimately as he wishes. Until then, he will care for her as he’s supposed to, and they will get to know each other- as friends.

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And I’m guessing you had no clothes?”

“I didn’t know they’d drop me here naked, I just grabbed the first things I found comfortable.” Again, she seems to be more embarrassed of herself in that realization, but she pushes on. “I can get a job. The Goddess taught me how to have good communication and hard work.”

He didn’t think of that. Should she work? Does she want to work?

“For now, let’s just see how things workout, and if you wish to work, I’ll help you with the process. If you enjoy being here without one, or find out you hate it, then no big deal- I earn enough. Let’s get you some clothes today, though, some things that are better suited for your skin, yeah?” Her eyes light up immediately, her eyes never leaving Namjoon in the dark about how she feels. He likes that already.

“I can go outside today?”

“Y/N, you can go outside whenever you want-” He catches her ready to interrupt but he can already guess what she’ll ask. “We’ll talk about scenting another time. But, I am not going to tell you what you can and can’t do. I’m assuming you want to stay here-” A few satisfied nods from her is the answer. “Then we’ll have some basic rules. We tell each other where we’re going, or if we want to go out and do something- just so we know and just so we’re both as safe as possible. We don’t invade each other’s privacy ever- when doors are shut we always knock and when we’re curious about something we ask. We tell each other how we feel if we are having issues or when one wishes to communicate a change in the rules. We are two separate people who have our own needs, and we both need to respect that. I think those are most important, but- do you want to add or change anything?”

“I appreciate how thorough you are, but where do I sleep?”

"How about this? It's soft and similar to the one you're wearing."

"Hmmm, I don't know if this is what I want to wear daily, though."

"How about we just get some basics you immediately like and then we'll get more later on when you figure out what you like in broader areas."

The main issue with shopping for a once-celestial-being is that clothing was never a unique-based choice for them. Everything was uniform and based only on what that person chose to cover.

"I like simple things, but I just want some more color."

Namjoon scans the racks of the clothing, but only the sections with more colors. Even then, all of the clothing in the women's section is different. Cuts and flares are different or nonexistent. He finally just looks up to ask a question, but finds Y/N with two arms full of choices.

"There's just so much and I've never tried them before…can I just try stuff on?"

Namjoon waits an odd amount of time to see the first outfit that Y/N shows him. It's not a crowded store, nor are the stores around them busy. But, when she walks out with a tight forest green crop top that obviously shows she has no bra on he immediately feels like every eye is on them. He's not one that cares about it, he's definitely a 'free the nipple' kinda' guy. But the very brief sight has him standing up immediately from the waiting chairs and blocking her from the small entrance that people could see through.

"This one is so soft and I love this color. The skirt is a little weird, though. Does it look okay?"

Namjoon pulls his glued gaze from her face to travel down her body. A body that he is now seeing in a new light. The clothes fit as if they were made for her- even a small pudge of her stomach sticks out between the top and the skirt to pull his gaze in. The skirt isn't weird, it's a creme colored, long cargo skirt that is probably a new style he's a little unaware of. If anything, it's perfect and is as lovely as she sounds. It matches her, unlike his hoodies and matching sweats- though he has to stop himself from wishing she’d just wear his clothing all the time. He gets to her feet, his oversized socks and the smaller pair of slippers that Jimin usually wears in his apartment are on her feet. It's so cute and so soft that he has to completely ignore it to give her an honest sounding answer.

"It looks really good." He says it with a heady voice, already obsessed with how everything looks on her. "Is it comfortable?" He changes the topic to not have to say more than he needs to.

"Yes! I tried on some jeans but the baggier stuff and skirts are more comfortable right now. I can try those later on. I like the sweats and softer stuff, this one was just one I wanted your opinion on."

"Okay, grab whatever you'd like and then we can get shoes and bedding." Namjoon turns before she answers, hoping he isn't stinking up the damn shop.

Now that they’ve left the clothing shop, Namjoon feels like he can breathe. Despite Y/N having already chosen what she’d found comfortable, she wanted his opinion on a few more options just so she didn’t get ‘too much’. He really didn’t mind buying everything she liked, but she was insistent on living with only necessities- just as she did before she was ‘dropped’. That’s how she describes it, so he will as well. All her clothing is plain and is like her clothing before, as she described. Tight, simple bands and flowy fabrics that were different shades of and between white and black. Now, she just wants to add color and, apparently, his opinion.

“Why do I need extra bedding? Is there an omega version of most personal items? It was always pretty equal before- everything was perfect.”

“I think that’s the point of being directly raised by The Goddess, it’s all catered to you. You don’t think that a blanket could be two different things to one person there? Like, perfectly soft and fuzzy to you but silky and cool for another.”

“Oh, I never thought about it that way. We just got necessities there and, to be honest, there wasn’t a need to share.”

“It’s just easier for those here to have their own stores or versions of preferred necessities because of your skin. Clothing and bedding is softer in certain stores, products can be found in a large variety based on needs and wants as well, and depending on your second gender there are just other needs you have- you know that though.” Namjoon really hopes that this won’t be a conversation he has to have when they barely know each other. He couldn’t imagine The Goddess making things as important as heats and ruts to be something unnecessary in Her ‘magical land above’.

“Yes, I know. I’m already recognizing that face you make. Please don’t be shy with me- I kind of lied about sharing things back then- we shared heats and ruts with each other if we wished. It wasn’t sacred there like it is here- it was just a means for survival and The Goddess knew it was something that was our choice. Here, though, it’s far more special and we are taught that- I’m only yours, and if you'd like, you’ll be mine.”

She says these things with such confidence and assurance. He can’t just let her be this open without him giving that energy back, but he’s more so just not ready. This time to get to know her is crucial and keeping their personal information separate if wanted is important to him. He also can’t blame her, she just told him that their bodies were shared if wanted based on survival, and they were watched over all the time and provided for without having much of a say. It’s all just another thing to learn- he’ll learn to get used to her nonchalance.

“When it comes up we’ll talk about that then and figure it out together.” Namjoon assures her, hoping he sounds as reassuring as possible.

“Okay. Ooh, these are nice!” Y/N points at a specific type of blanket in one section. She touches the samples of comforters that line the wall under each different type on the shelf. He likes these comforters as well, the airy, padded blankets provide warmth but don’t make you sweat in the hotter months.

“These ones are good during the hotter seasons as well- I think they’d be good.”

“Can I get two? For nesting.”

This part doesn’t take long at all. Namjoon suggests some things and lets her pick out whatever her heart desires as this is all stuff he’ll be less helpful in. By the end, Namjoon is carrying the two clothing bags, and two regular pillows while Y/N’s usual giddy face doesn’t struggle at all to carry the two comforters and two plushies she thought ‘looked like him’. He tried denying the panda, but the koala wasn’t an awful comparison. (He folded immediately).

“What’s next?” She asks with excitement on her face.

“We plan dinner and then go to bed.”

“Oh..okay!” The excitement leaves her, but only for a second.

She never thinks long about what it is she’s taking in. She’d definitely not one to take things lightly, as she said she’d been memorizing his fucking expressions, so it’s probably just content. She’s content to be here and do whatever he suggests because that’s all she knows.

“How about we go out to dinner? Is there anything you like?” He watches her think for another slow couple of seconds, and then she’s excited again to talk to him.

“Whatever is your favorite. I’d like to just try something new.”

“You’re going to be sorely disappointed.” Namjoon gives her a mischievous smile that’s more fond-looking when it’s directed at her.

It’s a seedy pizza spot that is honestly not actually all seedy. Namjoon was never one to judge a place or person on how they look- so, when he stumbled upon this place that seemed to be the only thing open after a late-night recording session, he gave it a shot. It’s shitty on the outside with a dirty, worn down awning that could just be black on purpose and a sign that you can barely read. The inside is far better, luckily. It’s as clean as you could probably get the place without gutting it, and the owner is the one making the pizzas. It’s not very seedy because of that and the fact that the owner won’t share his real name. He named it ‘Mario’s’ only because he likes the games and wanted people to think he knew what the fuck he was doing. So, Namjoon isn’t sure- but the pizza’s fucking amazing.

Y/N doesn’t look like she should be walking into the establishment. She’s bright-eyed and wanting to take in the world as it is her first time seeing it, technically. He doesn’t know how exactly she lived or what she has seen, but it really seems as if she’s appreciative of even the dust lining the crevices of the flooring.

“Hey, music man. The usual?”

“Yeah, but double it, please.”

“Ooh, pretty lady here.” Despite Namjoon never having a jealous moment in his life before this, he immediately tenses up at the attention he gives her.

“Hi! I’m Y/N.”

“Very sweet, well I’ve seen you in here by yourself too many times- so, I’ll charge you for one order today, ey? Nice date, nice price.”

“Thanks, man.” Namjoon tries to get the conversation over with, looking over to Y/N to see that she doesn’t mind one bit.

“Is this a date?” She suddenly asks, bouncing off the idea that the owner obviously put into her head.

“Just dinner as friends right now. I’d let you know if it was a date, I’m really possessive.” Namjoon says it a little louder than necessary as he leads her to a booth seat that conceals her from the counter’s view. “Let me pay, I’ll be right back.”

Namjoon misses the giddy smile that Y/N has at the new information she now holds in getting to know her alpha. They aren’t each other’s yet, but he’s all she knows right now and he’s treating her so well. It seems bound to happen that he’ll become closer to her- her's, in all senses that she finds meaningful. It’ll mean she’s doing well, and that she won’t disappoint The Goddess or Namjoon.

The wait isn’t long, Namjoon’s favorite part besides the perfect slices of pizza.

“One pepperoni slice and one cheese. I’m a simple man.”

“I like simple.” Is all she tells him with a shrug before she greedily eats the cheese slice. She talks as she eats, not caring for the food in her mouth. “Wow, there was nothing like this! We didn’t need to eat, but there were cravings in our time of heat. I usually craved something sweet, and with only the necessities being our priority it was usually fruit. We learned to cook basic things as well- breads, soups, and different kinds of rice.”

Namjoon feels comfortable talking with a half-full mouth now as well, becoming more and more comfortable with a stranger that he just acquainted himself with this morning.

“You’re in luck, besides music, I’m a professional take-out order-er.”

“Mmm,” it seems she takes that information and is already imagining the good food that she doesn’t know exists yet. “I didn’t know you made music- that’s your job?”

“Yeah, I produce music but I’m mostly at home doing it. Sometimes I’ll go in to help with a recording, but that’s not often. I just get paid to make the beats or change lyrics whenever they need help with that.”

“That’s really cool. Could I hear something sometime?” She looks so interested, so enthralled by him that he almost chokes up at the attention she’s giving him. He doesn’t feel worthy as an alpha to be someone she’s interested in. He’s never had someone look at him like he has all the answers and can provide for her without a second thought. He knows this is a learning process for them both, but he’s thinking that she’s already set on whatever it is she was made for- while he’s just a man that is still figuring out everything himself. A stable job and a home that he can provide isn’t enough. He isn’t enough yet.

“You’ll probably hear it all the time when I’m working during the week.”

“Yay.” She gives him that same smile, now with her lips sealed because of the food in her mouth. Grease stains her lips and he has to push down the want to wipe it from her. Her lips, now that he’s looking, are plump and the pink of them is hiding under a layer of orange grease. Despite that, they’re still kissable, memorable, probably soft and pliant in times of need-

“Here’s a napkin.”

“Thank you!” She takes it and immediately uses it.

He has to stop doing that.

It’s only once they’re home and have hauled everything up to the apartment that Namjoon realizes it was a horrible idea to share the bed. He wants to be a gentleman and he doesn’t want to just push her away. She’s here for an obvious reason, they were matched- supposedly perfect for each other- and he only feels like a dick pushing her away to sleep on his uncomfortable couch.

He shows her how to use the washing machine, and as they wait it’s far more awkward than he means for it to be.

“Have you tried the TV yet?” Namjoon asks as she goes through her bag of clothes to show Namjoon the contents. He mentally smacks himself, he really didn’t have to ask, he could just turn it on and put a random show on to end the night.

“No, I didn’t want to touch anything I wasn’t familiar with.” She’s nonchalant about it, why can’t he be nonchalant about it?

“Okay, I got these to sleep in, they didn’t have that many options so I hope I can borrow a shirt to sleep in if that’s okay?” She holds up a pair of sleep shorts that has far too little fabric. It’s her choice to wear them- he’s not a fucking teenager, he’ll be fine.

“And I know it’s most decent, so I did find these to wear…” she has to find the tag and read them. “Sports bras.” She holds up the three-pack proudly to show him. Despite her being the one to show him, he feels invasive, immediately turning away after a quick smiling nod to turn on the TV.

“And then this skirt as well as this smaller one, and a more flowy one. The fabrics are nice- I like how different they are here.”

“Very pretty.” He says, hoping it was normal enough.

“Thank you! And then just a few more of those shirts like the green one and a couple hoodies and sweats like yours. We’ll match! Plus these shoes and socks will go with everything I got.” She excitedly looks over her things again and again. She’s so happy with just those, so happy with the simple things and the shitty restaurant that he’d never even think about taking a woman to unless they were much more comfortable together.

In his thinking, he doesn’t notice Y/N standing in front of him until she’s holding up that pair of sleep shorts for him. He takes them without thinking, looking up from the couch to give her a questioning look.

“You said we could talk about scenting later. Is scenting my clothes off-limits?” She looks down at him with worry in her eyes and a peak of worry slips through to make him weak in the- everything, really.

“No, uh, no that’s okay.” It’s a possessive thing he feels when he scents the shorts, looking up at her as he gives them a good rub against his neck and even going the extra measure to make sure his scent is thick and potent.

“There.” He hands them back, the soft fabric going straight to her nose to take in a whiff. He wants so badly to know how much she enjoys it, if she enjoys it as much as he enjoys her’s. She takes her time, then points to the pile of clothes.

“Can you do the rest once those are clean?”

“Yeah.” It’s a breathy response, hanging onto the hope that he’ll be able to scent her at some point. Having his scent on her things, on her body, it truly finalizes the fact that she’s here for him. She was made to bless someone- all pretty omega, inside and out, and soft features with a soft body. She was made to bless him, he realizes. Though he doesn’t know if it was meant to be him from the beginning, she was still curated in a way that led them together. He doesn’t deserve it. Not when he’s clunky and unconfident in his abilities to be her alpha. His instincts are kicking in without the confidence to even put them to use.

“Let’s get the bed ready, however you like it we can change it, yeah?” He’s suddenly antsy in his need to make his room presentable and safe. He’s grabbing both blankets and pillows and is in the bedroom before Y/N even makes it there, still becoming more and more tired after her adventures today.

“Are you tired?” He asks, noticing her tired eyes and the shorts still lifted to her nose. He gets a nodding answer. Perfectly, maybe by fate even, the dryer chimes its finish, indicating that now both of her new blankets are clean and warm.

While he is just about freaking out over never having made a nest before, Y/N is at his side and pulling one thing at a time from his arms. She places the blankets haphazardly in his eyes, just making a small dip for her to cuddle into. Even in her fog of scent and growing tiredness, she is able to do what she needs for her comfortable nest. He even lingers on the fact that she’s making it on the correct side, probably having already noticed where his scent lingers the most.

“Okay, we sleep.” she almost gets into the bed before Namjoon is tugging at her (his) hoodie, pulling her back.

“No outside clothes. You need to be comfortable and clean.” She immediately obeys, pulling her (his) sweats down as he looks up at the ceiling to admire the texture. He remembers she needs one of his shirts so he uses that as an actual excuse, plucking a random one from the hangers to hand to her. He completely turns around for that part, waiting only until he hears her settle into the bed before he turns back to her. He catches her arm sticking out, patting the large space next to her, before disappearing again.

She’s going to be the death of him, really. A pretty omega nesting in his bed.

He’s a rod next to her. Stiff and trying to take up as little room as possible. He has work tomorrow and a new responsibility he has to navigate- he can’t just stay up all night and be useless in both ways.

“Namjoon.” Despite how tired she was, she whispers to him with a lucid voice.

“Yeah?”

“I’m just- I don’t know- tense? Could I…sleep with your hand?”

This is more intimate than he thought it’d be. To have her in his bed, wanting his wrist to scent freely and maybe even scent herself. He’s not one to take scenting lightly. To him, it’s special, and should be sacred to the one he is to be with for the rest of his life. He was fine with the clothes, he maybe even thought about it a few times since their shopping trip- but is this too much too fast?

“Nevermind, I’m sorry, I know we didn’t talk about that yet.” She whispers again.

“Y/N.” It’s silent for a few long seconds.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not sure if I want to scent right now, but could I- could we just try this once and I can let you know how I feel?”

“Are you sure? I know I just came to you so abruptly, I don’t want my presence to change your previous boundaries. I’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

He really thinks about it, about how he’s felt before with others he’s been interested in. Even with Seokjin and Jimin, he’s never thought about scenting them or even needing to push out his own scent in situations that needed his ‘dominance’ for assistance. It was never something he prioritized, or had a reason for. So, the fact that it’s now wanted and needed, it feels intimate. But, maybe wanting to give this to her is what’s right. If not, and he’s reading this wrong, he’ll let her know. His own rule was to be open and to voice their concerns.

“It’s okay, here.” He sticks out his arm before he can overthink it more. She takes his hand as if it were a precious jewel, her skin is just as soft as he imagined. Maybe it was even better- but he can’t explain it. All he knows is that his own skin seems to call out for her, yearning for a touch he has just met. A touch that he only knew of a second ago. He grasps onto her hand, rubbing his thumb into the back of it as she directs him to her nose. The brush of her nose is like static, a shock to his system that he’s never felt before. His sensitive scent gland there is immediately releasing his scent in wafts that she only snuggles closer to.

“It’s so good. Is this okay?” She mumbles, clearly trying to keep a clear head as well.

“Yeah, yeah.” He sounds like he’s trying to convince himself, but really he’s just trying to keep cool. “Do you feel better?”

“Yes, it’s safe and warm. Thank you, Namjoon.”

With her nose and upper lip pressed to his wrist- with a mumble of his name whispered into his own skin- he lets out a ragged breath, and he himself tries his best to drift to sleep. It isn’t long before he’s actually tiring down, her sweet, warm scenting pushing out to meet him. She could probably scent the nerves. He doesn’t mind how it happens, nor how they’ll wake up at this point. Now, he can rest, knowing a sweet omega is safe in his home.

#bts au #bts fic #namjoon au #bts x fem!reader #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #namjoon x reader #bts abo #bts omegaverse au #alpha namjoon

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I'm going to be doing a FNAF SB themed DnD game with a bunch of friends, And I am playing Freddy!

Small story dump then below is the art!

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I made him into a 7-ft tall flaming tiefling sorcerer, Who was born into a guild of lightning sorcerers however, his magic mainly developed surrounding fire (for lore reasons shall not spoil), This along with him being a tiefling makes him a disappointment among the guild as they think he isn't very strong magically, however, what they don't realize is he could potentially end up being stronger than all of them. It is just because his magic isn't lightning based.

He is also forced to continuously shave down his horns so they're no longer visible, along with hiding or cutting off his tail. (Tieflings in our game can regrow limbs including their tail, also, their tails can basically be used as a third arm and are really strong allowing them to dangle upside down from their tails)

He ends up meeting the rest of the party leaving the walls of the guild to set out to prove himself and to show them that he can be a strong sorcerer. So he ends up signing up for a quest on a quest board where this particular quest has a group sign up thing so he ends up being put with a bunch of strangers which will eventually become the party!

Also, he has complete immunity to fire damage Even though tieflings only have resistance, And he has many other features which don't align with tieflings in this world. Almost implying he isn't entirely full Tiefling But perhaps something else as well 👀 (This is for lore reasons again So I can't explain why right now)

Also cool (heh heh cool lol) little aesthetic thing, He will literally burn up and be hot to the touch based on his emotions and the strength of them. So he has hair that literally lights on fire, And you can even see what looks to be fire where his blood should be running through his veins, all leading to his heart in the middle of his chest, which pulses with light and heat with every heartbeat. Also, eventually when his tail does grow out fully, the tip of his tail is fluffy and looks like a torch and can even act like one due to the fact like his hair. It also can light on fire.

Okay thank you for coming to my TED talk, now art time!

Here is his design! I might change it up a little bit before we actually start the campaign, But for now this is it!

And some more doodles!

Fun fact, I literally color picked his skin tone from a roasted marshmallow ✨

Also, you can see his little horns growing out in this one!

Sorry for lack of posting, I honestly keep forgetting, along with school and stuff so I'm not making as much full drawings if any really XD

I still am working to convince myself that it's okay to just post sketches lol

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molotov-girls · 1 year

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Something strange has been happening in Hawkins, but it’s not Vecna or the upside down. Time portals have been opening up all over Hawkins, but in true Stranger Things fashion this has really only been noticed by the kids. Barb and Will had both fallen through separate time portals to weird time periods and when they eventually get back to the 80’s months later the kids are determined to solve it. While looking for time portals and trying to determine exactly when and where they are opening Steve ends up pushing Dustin out of the way of a forming portal and falling into one himself.

Modern AU Eddie, (who is just the same as regular Eddie but exists in the modern day only), is sitting on his bed prepping for his next session of D&D with his friends and doodling when suddenly this hot boy in shockingly short 80’s work out shorts with the most incredible head of hair he has ever seen falls from a blue glowing hole in his ceiling, lands on his bed and falls onto the floor.

Eddie is on board fairly quickly with the time travel aspect, the evidence is pretty strong. A) this guy did fall out of a portal or something, there’s no hole in his ceiling. B) he is baffled and mesmerized by a phone and the idea of everyone carrying around a little computer with them at all times, he pictures computers as large, not portable, and used mainly by nerds like his little friends nerdy girlfriend. He absolutely does not know how to operate one. C) he is fascinated by other differences such as tv’s being very flat, very large, and clear. Women’s fashion is strange to him too, where are the huge curls and blue eyeshadow? He apparently works at a movie rental place with his best friend and is now shocked you can rent movies without ever leaving the house.

Steve on the other hand is shocked to realize how far he travelled. He took one look at Eddie’s hair and general 80’s metal head look as well as the posters of bands he vaguely recognized on his walls and was convinced he travelled forwards or backwards a few years, not forwards nearly 40 years! It takes Eddie showing him a bunch of modern day amenities for him to realize it.

Eddie is super excited to talk to Steve about all his favourite 80’s thrash metal, nerdy movies, and other nerdy things and is super disappointed to learn that Steve doesn’t know or really care about any of that. (“I like Star Wars!” “Everybody likes Star Wars!”) (“You could have seen any number of my favourite bands?! Live and in their prime?!?”- “uh, I saw Wham! once…?”) they do bond over their interests though. And Steve bonds with uncle Wayne over their shared love of sports. Uncle Wayne is exceedingly cool with this random but polite boy living in his house.

Steve eventually gets really good at using the computer and really enjoys being able to look stuff up and all the knowledge at his fingertips. When Steve starts joking about betting on sports games when he goes back to his own time (which makes Eddie’s heart squeeze when he remembers that this isn’t permanent, that Steve will go back to his own time without Eddie) Eddie launches into a tangent about how Biff did that and it ruined the future, and Steve is like “who is Biff?” And Eddie just has to show him all the Back to the future movies (“oh yeah, I saw the first one but my best friend and I got super high before we saw it and i don’t really remember it.”)

Eddie is much more open about being gay in the modern era and Steve comes across some more… illict websites while browsing Eddie’s laptop while Eddie is at work. Steve does a lot of googling and comes to terms with his bisexuality that day after having a bit of a freak out. Having a bunch of online guides and having it be much more acceptable in the modern day really helps with this.

Eventually they fall in love, Steve loves Eddie’s vivaciousness, and also his patience for explaining everything to Steve that he doesn’t understand. He could listen to Eddie talk for hours. Eddie loves Steve’s sass, his love for his kids back in his own time, and his curiosity. He appreciates that Steve will let him monologue and talk endlessly about stuff that he cares about, and Steve will ask questions and get really involved. It turns out they have much more in common with each other than they originally thought.

It’s going so fantastically that they both just sort of… forget why Steve is here in the first place. They spend a ton of time bonding and Eddie really enjoys showing Steve his favourite modern amenities, like Spotify (Steve gets really into modern pop and hip hop, much to Eddie’s horror) and YouTube (Steve takes up random crafts when Eddie is at work, and Eddie frequently comes home to him deep in some sort of YouTube information deep dive) and Netflix (Steve is excited to watch shows with Eddie all in one go!) and they go and see how everything has changed in Indianapolis and Chicago, and get to hold hands on the street and kiss in broad daylight (this takes a lot of coaxing to get Steve to feel comfortable with, but it makes him so so happy when he finally agrees to it). They even end up telling uncle Wayne about where Steve is from and he’s very accepting of it, he had originally figured that Steve’s weird usage of 80’s slang and stuff was just the same as Eddie’s love of the 80’s, but this makes sense to him too.

Then when they’re not expecting it Steve is zapped back to his own time, absolutely crushing Eddie. Eddie is absolutely distraught and is about to go and try and hunt down modern Steve, who would now be 56 or whatever, when just like in Back to the Future 3 Eddie receives a letter from the post office, dated for exactly that date, and the post office delivers it because they all took bets and were unsure if he was really going to be there. It’s a letter along with some hard to find vintage D&D minis, some hard to find first edition records and some fantasy books that Dustin helped Steve pick out for Eddie back in the 80’s. The letter states that Steve will do whatever he can to come back to him.

While Steve was gone the kids figured out how to manipulate the portals. He explains to them what happened and after some ribbing about his new boyfriend (“your such a cradle robber, he’s not even born yet!” from Dustin, and “it to you time travelling to a sci-fi future and using a computer to figure out you’re bisexual?” From Robin) they agree to open up a portal up to a few days after Steve was sent back to his time. Eddie was hoping this would happen and had discussed with uncle Wayne what they wanted to do. When the portal opens back up Eddie flings himself at Steve and excitedly meets all the friends that he heard so much about. Steve and Eddie want to be together, but Steve doesn’t want to leave all his friends and can’t very well take them all with him to the future, so Eddie and uncle Wayne agree to come back with them. Steve does end up betting on some sports teams, after promising to Eddie and Dustin that he isn’t going to do anything crazy with it, obviously. So they’re able to set Eddie and his uncle up pretty nicely.

Steve remains absolutely fascinated by computers and decides to pursue them as a career, advancing technology. He has a ton of really creative ideas and befriends Susie and they work together on a variety of new technologies. Eddie befriends more people in the 80’s and starts up a D&D campaign with them and the kids, although he has to learn the rules to Advanced D&D rather than 5E. He starts his band Corroded Coffin and genuinely gets to just enjoy himself with his boyfriend and new friends in the 80’s now.

#steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #I dunno this just grabbed onto my brain and wouldn’t let go #I wasn’t 100% sure how to end it but I absolutely think uncle Wayne would follow Eddie back in time if that’s what made him happy

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owletwriter · 2 years

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Welcome to Hawkins

CHAPTER 3

Summary: Stranger Things and The Upside Down, they're both fictional, right? But what if it wasn't? What if somehow, someone comes across a gate and ends up in not only the 80s...but in Hawkins?

Slow-burn Eddie x Reader / Eddie x OC, Robin x Friendship!Reader

Disclaimer: Don't own the rights to any characters except the ones I created for this story.

Hope you enjoy!

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As expected, the reaction I get is Robin throwing her head back in laughter. The amount of embarrassment and cringe I feel is strong, but I wait for her to calm down before speaking again. She has moments where it looks like there's an attempt at a reply, but then it stirs up more laughter. After about another minute, Robin wipes her eyes from the tears that were shed in her fit and finally relaxes.

"Okay, I'm sorry for that. But it was seriously the last thing I expected for you to say…like the last thing!" She says to me still amused by my comment.

"Like I said, I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's the truth." I tell her being serious.

She doesn't laugh this time, but mulls it over inspecting me up and down before saying, "I'll bite. If you're really from the future…one, why are you here and what year are you from? Two, how did you get here? And three, can you show me proof?" As I'm about to answer her, someone walks into the restroom. She gestures for me to follow her and we walk outside to an area that's between two buildings, which I remember as the infamous alley in the show. Robin leans against the wall, arms folded across her chest and nods as a way to say I can speak.

I then explain it to her, "Alright first, I'm here by accident and it'll sound weird, but I'm from the year 2022." She scoffs a little, but lets me continue, "I have an idea of how I…travelled…here. It was through a gate." I wait to see if any thing clicks in her head, but no, so I describe it, "It was against the wall in a closet and it was glowing red with black slimy tentacle like vines."

"Question…why did you walk through this ominous sounding gate?" Robin chimes in with her hand slightly raised.

Sighing I reply, "Because curiosity killed the cat." She gives me a judging look and I defensively say, "What? Time travelling is like the last thing you think of in any normal situation."

"A red glowing gate doesn't really sound all that normal." Robin says under her breath and quickly adds after I sigh loudly, "Just saying!" There's a moment of silence between the two of us until she speaks up again, "And three? Do you have some sort of proof that you're from the future? Like…a hover board…or some sort of alien communicator?"

I can't help but chuckle at her assumptions of what the future is like and reply, "No, sorry to break it to you, but nothing like that." I witness Robin's shoulders slouch in disappointment, but then I get an idea of what to show her. Spinning my backpack around, I reach in and grab my phone, then hand it to her.

She takes it, inspects it with a very confused face and then asks me, "What did you just hand me?"

"That…" I say pointing to it and continue, "…is my phone."

"Oh please, how the hell is this a phone?" She scoffs while giving it another once over.

I take it from her hand unlocking it to show the display and explain, "It's technically a mobile phone and it's not just that." I then reveal some features for her while continuing, "It's essentially also a computer, a messaging system, a camera to capture pictures or video, a music player and you can play games on it." Glancing over at her expression it looks to be one of disbelief. Robin grabs my phone again and awkwardly pokes at the screen jumping a little when it responds.

"Okay, okay wait!" She exclaims and points at my phone saying, "This right here…is supposed to be some type of jumbo, well not jumbo…super computer that does anything you want?"

"Uh…kind of?" I answer not sure of how to respond to that and try to sympathize saying, "I know it's hard to get. It's like if I met someone from the year 3000 telling me that humans have developed wings." Since my phone can't get any Wi-Fi or service, I think of what I can show her specifically to make her see what it does. It then clicks and I snatch it out of her hands, open up my camera, and quickly take a picture of her exclaiming, "Say cheese!" In response she awkwardly does a half-smile and once I take the picture, I pull it up in my gallery showing her.

Glancing over at Robin's expression, I observe her eyes growing wide and then shouts, "Holy shit! That's me!" As she stares at the photo of her, I pull out my wallet from my backpack and take out my ID. I snap her out of gawking at my phone by placing my ID in front of her face and she reads out my birthday, "September 18th…2001." Robin hands back my ID and phone, folds her arms thinking while watching me put both things away.

I ask her when I'm done, "Now do you believe me?"

"Luckily, I've seen some crazy things, though this definitely tops that…but for now, I believe you." She tells me and I sigh in relief, but then asks me something, "Now, why are you telling me this? Why me? Do we know each other in the future of something?"

I ponder over my answer before speaking, "Uh…no…I just, just got this feeling when I saw you, that you'd be able to help me." She nods and then I also coyly mention, "Also I should let you know that the mystery cousin you were called in about…that's me."

"How did you know my name? Why did you give them my name?" Robin questions me now suspicious. I sigh dropping my head. I hate that I have to lie about this, but I think time travelling is enough to digest for one day. I tell myself feeling guilty.

Once again I respond with something off the top of my head, "I saw your name on the desk in the office and I didn't think we'd run into each other, but when we did…I felt like I could trust you."

The bell suddenly rings and Robin comments, "Looks like lunch is over." She slings her bag over shoulder after picking it up from it being tossed on the ground earlier and says, "You can trust me. I won't tell anyone. I myself have a few things you wouldn't believe that I can't really talk about, so might as well add to the list." We start walking back together to the main building, but she pauses to ask, "Do you mind if I tell one person? He might be able to understand what's going on better than me."

"Y-Yeah, sure." I reply stumbling over my words because I have a good idea of who she's talking about.

"Okay, cool. He's picking me up after school since we both need to go to work. It's at a video store. Not the most exciting thing, but it has some perks to it." Robin mentions casually while that just confirmed my suspicions. "Also…you don't have a place to stay, do you?" She asks me.

I don't know why it took so long for this to click in my head. Not only do I have nowhere to stay, but I don’t have clothes, food, or even a toothbrush! Did I assume I would be sleeping in the school? As I scold myself, Robin can see I'm stressing out and offers, "Since you already said we're cousins, you can come crash at my place. But you'll have to wait until my shift is over at work, if you don't mind."

"No, no! I don't mind at all!" I quickly respond with my hands waving in front of me and shaking my head. Putting my hands down, I tell her genuinely, "Thank you so much, Robin…seriously."

We start walking again as she chuckles, "No problem. I'll meet you out in the front of the school." Once in agreement, we go our separate ways and I contemplate on whether I should go to the last two classes on my schedule today. Might as well since I have time to kill. I can't believe I'm attending high school…again! I chuckle to myself while walking to the class.

Surprisingly, it goes by in a hurry which I'm thankful for. I braced myself for the stares and muttering I would get when getting introduced as a new student to the class because of my outfit, but that dissipated once the lessons started. It made me realize high school, whether in the present day or back here in the 80s, it was still pretty much the same. I went back and forth in my head if I should really pay attention, but I grabbed a notebook I kept in my bag for journaling, doodling or whatever else and lazily took notes to pass the time.

Once the last class finished, I head straight for the exit to meet Robin. While walking down the packed hallway of students at their lockers and hanging out with their friends, in the back of my mind I wonder if I'll see other recognizable faces. If Robin is…real, doesn't that mean the others are as well? Thinking about this, I feel a little nervous when a particular person pops into my head. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and walk faster to the door leading to the outside. Searching for a place to wait where Robin can see me, I decide to lean against a pole that's not that far away from the door.

The atmosphere of when school gets out is always the same. Everyone has more energy and friends or clubs group off making plans and hang out. I'm reminded of my best friend, Sarah. She must be so worried about me…or maybe she's mad thinking I left her there on her own. I need to get back before I end up filed as a missing person where they'll create conspiracy theories about me. I mean that would be kind of cool…but still! I snap out of my thoughts when after scanning the area, I spot Robin by a car in the parking zone talking to someone in the window on the driver's side. Starting to walk over to her, I stop when I witness the driver get out of the car and see my assumption was correct, it's Steve Harrington.

Squinting, his expression seems to be a bit distraught talking to Robin. Then suddenly, she turns her head searching for something until her eyes land on me. She lifts her arm to point her finger and Steve follows to where it's leading to, which is me. Steve and I make eye contact, and his expression is intense while quickly pacing towards my direction with Robin following behind a bit confused.

"This red glowing gate, where is it?" He asks me with a concern tone in his voice.

Robin catches up and gets in between to introduce us to each other, "Steve, this is Kate and Kate this is-"

"Not right now, Robin. We don't have time for that." Steve interrupts her while still maintaining his gaze on me and then says, "Show me where it is."

"Uh, y-yeah, sure." I respond thrown off with his intensity, but also say, "However…it's not there anymore."

Steve's posture deflates a little but replies, "Fine, just show me where it was then." I nod to him, give Robin a glance shrugging her shoulders and I turn to lead them to the closet I came out of. We rush to enter the school once again, but as soon as I reach to swing the door open, it does it on it's own which causes me to get knocked down on the concrete.

"Oh shit, man I'm sorry about that. I didn't see you there." A panicked voice addressing me says while I groan from the impact my butt just experienced. A hand then enters my line of vision and the first thing I notice are the many rings on it. "Here, let me help you up." The person says and without thinking, I grab the hand standing up. Taking a second to brush my pants off, the person asks, "Are you okay?"

"Um, yeah…I'm good." I respond giving myself one more onceover and then say my appreciation, "Th-" I stop mid-sentence when I finally meet the eyes of the person in front of me, who accidentally knocked me down and helped me up. It's Eddie Munson.

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chaosoftheages · 2 months

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Vita Carnis: Real Things I Said, Part 2

Link:

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Key: Dialogue from the video is in italics.

*The last 30 seconds of The Mimic*

"What the fuck is going o-OH GOD" *gagging sounds*

My friend: WHAT THE-

*ad break*

"OH THANK FUCK IT'S OVER-"

The Harvesters

"This can't get worse."

"ok that's not so bad...why am I saying that it's probably gonna get worse."

"I'm sorry 6 feet?"

"WOAH WOAH THE TENDRILS CAN REACH ALMOST 500 FEET-"

"of course it's deadly-wait what?"

"Why does it look like it's from a Doom game?"

*Glaring at the Winnie The Pooh movie playing for my sister* Do you mind I'm giving myself nightmares for the next 5 decades?!

My friend: Those look like balls-

Me: Dude what the fuc-

"I'm sorry that thing has PARALYSIS ABILITIES?!"

"The prey will immediately collapse"

"OH HELL NO-"

My friend: Cause of death: blood loss.

Me: Dude.

"That shit be drinking blood. What is it, a vampire?"

"WELCOME TO THE UNDERGROUND-"

My friend: *humming the Stranger Things theme song*

"Causing very prominent plant growth-"

"Why does this sound like it's gonna get worse."

"-Attracting more animals."

"Yup. It got worse. I called it."

"Oh thank God the bunnies are saved."

"So the bunnies lure the foxes and shiz...oop-"

"SPECTACULAR?!? BITCH IT'S NOTHING BUT DEADLY-"

"Oh God it's coming for us-"

"OH GOD THERE'S NO CURE FUUUUUUU-"

"Oh yes, it's good for the ecosystem BITCH THAT SHIT IS GONNA WIPE OUT THE HUMAN RACE-

"DO NOT PANIC-BITCH THAT THING IS GONNA BE THE NEXT LEADING CAUSE OF DEATH OF COURSE IMMA PANIC!!!!"

"Yeah no I ain't sacrificing my computer to a fucking creature with a bulb that looks like someone's balls-"

My friend: Be naked.

Me: Sacrifice your balls if your gonna go naked.

My friend: No-

"The Host? Oh for fucks sakes-"

The Host

*Munches Oreos* This is a bad idea but I've done worse. Moving on-

"Semi-human organism BITCH THE FUCK-"

"Welp the planet ain't safe anymore Imma just move to another fucking planet OH WAIT THERE'S FUCKING ALIENS UP THERE FOR FUCKS SAKES-That's it I'm moving to Antarctica they can't get me there."

"Muscular tissue what-nows?"

"Yeah that's a monster from like...Silent Hill or Resident Evil or Dead by Daylight. I'm out."

"Oh so it basically can cause another worldwide pandemic. Okay!"

"Wait wait wait NORTH AMERICA?!!? OH FOR FUCKING FUCKS SAKES-"

"HAH SEE I CALLED IT WORLDWIDE PANDEMIC 2.0 BECAUSE OF THESE MOTHERFUCKERS-"

"Tf these bitches gonna do to my brain-"

"How do restlessness and sluggish movements end up on the same list of symptoms????"

"Impaired speech? Trembles??? Heh???? Elaborate."

"Ehjebe-CONTACT POISON CONTROL?!?!?!?!?!?"

*Gagging sounds*

"Oh for fucks sakes- why can't the symptoms just kill me? I'd rather die from a fuckin migraine than expose my fucking intenstines to THAT-"

"Tell me that bitch did not just take my heart and leave my dead body and blood behind THE HARVESTERS HAD THE AUDACITY TO TAKE MY BLOOD WITH IT-"

"How the fuck do you treat all of that in 36 hours-oh wait NVM. Let it just...be in another country so I can board a plane and never see it again because I ain't reaching that shit in 36 hours."

"I'm sorry, unroot?"

"The mono-what?"

The Monoliths

"Why the fuck did you just give me a laundry detergent ad."

"Where the fuck did that guy's arms go?"

"June of 1972 holy shit. Where?"

"OWWWWWWWWW MY EARDRUMS YOU BITCH-"

"Oh thank God there's only seven-"

"The Mono-Cult."

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKES IF I HEAR THAT DAMN SOUND ONE MORE TIME-"

"Titanic-sized? Is it the length of the titanic...wait wasn't that thing like 800 feet-OH HELL NO"

"Oh. 120 meters. Wait how much is tha-393 FEET?!?!?!??"

*Staring at the photo on screen*

"Are those it's feet?"

"Ehejebe holy shi-"

"Meaty what-now."

"Hardened W H A T."

"Illuminati: Upside Down Edition."

"This bitch is the new SCP 096 with those long ass...whatever's."

"What the monoliths do is simply stand and do nothing."

"Ex-fucking-cuse me?"

"O GOD THE SOUND IS BACK-"

"AGAIN SERIOUSLY?!?!? WE NEED THIS SHIT-"

"So the only information I have so far is it's only sighting was in June 1972, it's almost 400 feet tall, the seven existing Monoliths stand in a circular motion and play "Cult", and it stands there and doesn't do shit. That's it. All other information has left to meet Navy."

"Navy ik your a bitch but can I have that info please-"

"Ehejebe-"

"They dispatched the military?! THE MILITARY LOST?! HOW THE FU-"

"Woah woah woah DID THE ROCKETS WIN?!?!?!?"

"What's with the noises???"

"O shi-"

"Wait wait WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?!?"

"That low-key looked like that one Siren Head TikTok video I saw like 3 years ago."

"Oh. I don't think the rockets won."

The captions: Restricted to wall.

"Ok I can't take this damn video seriously with these fucking captions."

"Now only a grand spectacle of awe and mystery."

"A grand what of what and mystery?"

"Meat what nows."

"The last creature on this list is what? I need to know!!!! NAVY COME BACK HERE WITH MY INFO-"

"Thank you! Jesus Christ...The Singularity? Oh God what is this?"

The Singularity

"I'm about to turn into Melvin Sneedly from that one episode of Captain Underpants where he was just like "THE SINGULARITY!" for a horror story."

"I CAN'T READ JACK SHIT WHAT THE FUCK-"

"The Singularity is estimated to be about...1 meter in diameter? That thing is 3 feet? PFFFFFF-"

"Serveral unique qualities that are not well understood? From the picture it looks like a black orb in the sky."

"OHHHH THAT'S WHAT THE MONOLITHS ARE SURROUNDING-"

"So The Singularity is basically a floating ball and the singular...fuck, anyways...the singular time the Monoliths got aggressive was because of The Singularity. Interesting."

*Watching the Storybook video in confusion*

"...What the fuck did I just watch."

#autumn being autumn #autumn reacts #analog horror #vita carnis #Scarlet's puns are getting to me #God damn it #I think there's more but I've given myself enough nightmares #Youtube

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Ogni volta che esce un gioco dedicato a Stranger Things, io non posso fare a meno di fiondarmi dagli amici di Hirtemis (https://t.me/hirtemis) per accaparrarmelo e così è stato anche questa volta!

Oggi apriremo assieme Stranger Things, Il Sottosopra scoprendo assieme i primi dettagli sul gioco, osservandone attentamente le componenti, con uno sguardo speciale le miniature dedicate al Demogorgone, ai Democani e sorpattutto a Lucas Sinclair, Mike Wheeler, Dustin Hendersson, Jim Hopper, Nancy Wheeler, Joyce Byers e 11!

Stranger Things: Upside Down un boardgame collaborativo che ripercorre le prime due stagioni della serie di Netflix che abbiamo tanto amato, interpretandone alcuni dei protagonisti. I componenti e le grafiche che andremo a scoprire assieme oggi sono di livello eccellente senza parlare delle ottime miniature create da @CMON create per questo magnifico gioco da tavolo!

Stranger Things, Il Sottosopra è un collaborativo da 2 a 4 giocatori, consigliato dai 12 anni in su, per la durata di un ora edito in Italia da @AsmodeeItalia .

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the way “I know the end” - phoebe bridgers progresses and matches up with each season & the entire plot / story of stranger things is something that can be so personal.

season 1 - verse 1

the idea of “home.” joyce (and everyone) is trying to bring will back home, and will his desperately trying to survive for his “home” to find him. el escapes a place that was set up as her “home” but it wasn’t. she finds mike and the party and starts to understand that a home can be the people not the place. it also emphasizes this quiet insanity that small towns, like hawkins, hold, and how it’s supposed to be this ideal way of life (something something nancy wheeler’s speech of not wanting to end up like her parents, will being “different,” the party using fantasy games as a way to escape the mundane.)

chorus 1 - season 2

“you had to go” el had to go, just for a little while but of course mike nor anyone but hopper knew of such things. and the slip of will through all of their fingers as he “goes” into the upside down via his true sight. and going meaning changing. relationships changed, they burned out because things had shifted so drastically (the steve, nancy, jonathan mess of 1984). the wave of something bigger hitting the shore (hawkins) opening up an ocean of things to come.

verse 2 - season 3

mike and will becoming friends on the playground in kindergarten. need I say more? “he’s quiet today.” “he’s always quiet.” the growing pains in the summer between middle school and the end of the world. lashing out and pulling away, but the inevitable falling back together because it’s not only just what you know but what you love. it’s byler, okay?

chours 2 - season 4

who had to go? mike to california to keep playing a game with himself between his girlfriend and his best friend and the mess of feels that come with them (open closet, one way sign). el to become a superhero again (conditional love). max to somewhere that she wouldn’t be a burden to her friends / family anymore (I’d get him to swap our places). and do you know who knows all of this? vecna.

the pieces start to fall together (apart) and hawkins descends from a place of tragedy cursed by the devil himself. holes are ripped and mobs formed as their hometown starts to “go down” and the hawkins team dives headfirst into hell in hopes of stopping something inevitable. the upside down is festering (do you remember what that word means, eleven?)

bridge !! season 5 ( and 4 vol. 2)

thinking of the california gang post el recuse flying down highways to reach hawkins. the radio is up, per will’s request because he knows something the rest of them don’t (should I stay or should I go, will singing this and surviving in the upside down for a week, coincidence? nah). they reach the midwestern country side and it looks exactly how this bridge feels. idk how to explain it. the strip malls, the muddled spring browns and greens, the farmland and animals roaming behind fences. the fear of god lingering in the air when you pass the million and one billboards of bible versus on poster board.

back in hawkins the end reaches the surface, people start to take notice. the government invades the town and there is no more containing the leak of the upside down into hawkins. it’s on display, it’s coming. they can’t stop it.

el’s search for a new home - new people outside the lab. she finds herself trapped in a loop of starting new and being dragged back to the past.

the wheelers house slow-motion crumble, destroyed, falling into the pits of the upside down. illuminated in red, the place it began and the place it ends.

“if people can disappear…can an entire town?” the answer? yes.

the wiping of hawkins, indiana from the map. it’s gone. nothing but the welcome to hawkins sign remains, spray painted with the word ‘hell’ over top. it’s like it never existed at all. maybe it comes back, maybe it doesn’t. a folktale of a town that once sat there, cursed.

the vanishing of will byers -> the vanishing of hawkins

#long post!#pls let me be unhinged on my own blog #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things 5 #will byers #el hopper #mike wheeler #hawkins indiana #stranger things theory #phoebe bridgers #st4 #byler #elmike

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stranger things 4: hiding from conformity & confronting monsterhood (a deep dive)

let’s start at the beginning.

season 4 is the first season since season 1 to feature a game of DnD in the first episode. eddie loves DnD, says “conformity is killing the kids,” then hides in a shed to escape the people hunting him like will hides in the shed to evade the demogorgon in season 1. the townspeople think he’s a monster because of his nonconformity (but this isn’t the truth).

right from the start, we’re revisiting things from season 1— mike and dustin being enthusiastic about their identity as freaks and nerds, lucas diverging from the group (before later joining them again), max’s isolation from the group (like her feeling unseen by lucas in s2), el’s past trauma haunting her, and will’s figurative vanishing from his family’s lives (they forgot his birthday). it feels cyclical.

the theme of the past haunting these characters is obvious, but what’s most interesting to me is the show’s emphasis on hiding (from trauma), monsters (that traumatize), and doors (a way out of the cave).

in s4, several callbacks and parallels to previous seasons re-establish these motifs to remind the audience of how it all began and connect the pieces of the puzzle that most viewers are unable to. i’m going to break this post up into parts to keep everything organized and easy-to-follow.

motifs discussed: hiding from societal expectations, monsterhood, doors and gates (confinement and self-acceptance)

PART I: HIDING

in episode 1, chrissy hides in the bathroom when she has her first hallucination. this is after we see max look in the bathroom mirror like will at the end of s1 and el in s1. we find out that she’s experienced trauma at the hands of an abusive parent.

chrissy’s mom (the monster) yells at her to “open the goddamn door” (i’ll touch more on this later) and she screams for the monster to “go away, go away” just like will does to the mindflayer in s2.

additionally, @/ghostgirlinsatin pointed out that chrissy’s death scene ends with her trapped by what looks like a shed door. she also caught this painting in chrissy’s house:

this imagery is chilling. the painting— of a wealthy, white, nuclear family— is the image of 80’s conformity that the wheelers try desperately to emulate. this veneer is just that: something empty to hide behind. but chrissy can’t hide from the monster, or her traumatic memories. conformity and hiding can’t save her or any of the other characters affected by vecna’s curse. and the shed imagery is an obvious callback to will hiding in the shed in s1.

later in the season, brenner has a discussion with el after she halfway-remembers her past (and still believes she k*lled the other test subjects). he tells her that she cannot hide from her past, or the “good and bad” parts of her. he also stresses that heroes are the stuff of “myths and fairytales”— in victor’s flashback, his daughter alice says their new home/life is “like a fairytale,” which ultimately ends up being untrue. brenner tells el that she will have to reconcile the good and the bad that exists in her in order to become whole again— he tells her to “stop hiding.”

brenners’s comments about reconciling the good and bad (or percieved good and bad) stuck out to me in part because of the lighting of the scene— both el and brenner are lit using sidelighting (or chiaroscuro lighting), which emphasizes a character’s duality. another notable example of this technique being used in stranger things is mike’s monologue in the shed in s2– he is the only character in this scene that is half-eclipsed by shadow— joyce and jonathan are spotlit entirely. it’s safe to say that mike is battling some inner conflict (dual nature) that he percieves as monsterhood, just as el percieves herself as a monster in the scene with brenner.

so hiding in s4? not such a great idea for our characters. but it wasn’t always this way— in season 1, the first mention of a character hiding is the scene where el flips the DnD board upside down. this is the first time we hear the demogorgon’s theme. mike asks where will is, and el says: “hiding.” the implication here is that hiding saves will’s life— it’s interesting to see how this motif has evolved over the seasons. initially, it was a good thing, something that protected will. but now, we see how it is ultimately unsustainable for the characters in danger. another example of hiding being ineffective was eddie hiding in the shed at reefer rick’s and later at skull rock (skull imagery often symbolizes death— eddie has a skull ring like b*lly’s skull tattoo, who also died.)

we also see mike in s1 hide el in his closet before karen finds him. assuming he’s acting off because of will’s disappearance, she tells him he doesn’t have to hide anything from her (a queer-coded conversation). mike insists that he’s fine. all the while, el is having flashbacks (because of the closed closet door) to the past she is trying to hide from.

so literally and figuratively, our characters try to hide from conformity. will is hiding from past trauma (lonnie trying to make him conform to heteronormative standards) and el is hiding from her time at the lab (papa trying to force her to conform like the other test subjects/001 trying to force her to conform to his worldview) because if they are forced to confront society, they will be forced to confront their otherhood and will be labelled “monsters.”

PART II: MONSTERS

if the literal monsters in stranger things are interdimensional eldritch horrors, the figurative monster is forced conformity. eddie says this in his opening monologue (while mike looks at him with heart eyes lol), foreshadowing his being suspected of murder while also establishing him as a nonconformist. eddie’s identity as a freak/nerd is harmless, but it still sends the town into an uproar— at the town hall meeting, eddie is called a monster and erica says it’s “bullshit” and that hellfire is just a club for freaks and nerds. after jason’s monologue, the police insists on everyone complying with a curfew and “closing their doors” (hiding from the killer.)

we also revisit the theme of conformity creating monsters when 001 shows nancy his life and monologues to young el— he felt trapped and imprisoned by the structures humanity imposed on him and the societal pressure to be normal. but the lack of love in his life (an understanding family or close friends) led to his villainy. we see a direct contrast to 001’s nonconformity with will’s noncomformity— his family makes it clear to him that being a freak is cool (jonathan tells him this in s2, and joyce supports him no matter what.) parallels between will and 001 also include being described as “sensitive,” and the location of the tracker in 001’s neck is eerily similar to the part of will’s neck that he touches when he feels a connection to the upside down. 001 also tells el “everyone is just waiting for it to be over,” which calls back to will saying he “just wants it to be over” to joyce in s2. (i am not comparing will to a monster here, but rather contrasting them— where 001’s otherhood made him evil, will’s makes him empathetic and selfless.)

we also see monsterhood discussed (described as a curse— like vecna’s.) when hopper laments about failing el and joyce. he says he feels like a curse to the people he loves— this parallels el’s conversation with brenner about being the monster. they’re both convinced that they are the reason for their loved ones’ suffering. however, hopper breaks free from this line of thinking because of his drive to help save el from the monster (“i thought i was stuck here as a punishment… but maybe i was put here to help save el.”) he escapes the demogorgon later in the season through the open door. (murray yells at the guards to “open the doors” and free the prisoners). also worth noting: there is a drawing in will’s room in s2 of a hopper-esqus prisoner that will is freeing.

PART III: DOORS & GATES

in s4, doors serve as barriers/prisons and gates serve as mechanisms to accept nonconformity. when doors are closed, they put the characters in danger (hopper in the cell/fighting the demogorgon, the townspeople in their homes, chrissy being trapped by the shed door in her death scene, el trying to escape through the double doors of the rainbow room & 001 keeping them closed). when they are open, they provide an escape. so closed doors represent conformity— hopper being forced to conform to the rules of the prison, chrissy being trapped by the pressure to conform in her own home, el having to conform to 001’s demands— and gates represent freedom from conformity/societal expectations.

we see gates as mechanisms to accept monsterhood throughout the series— in the beginning, they’re framed as a bad thing. el opens the gate to the upside down, which hurts people, will insists on closing the gate, and owens says that there are gateways to forgotten trauma in the human mind.

but in s4, gates end up helping our characters confront their trauma (or otherness). in episode 4, the hawkins gang opens a gate using music and saves max— she escapes through the open gate. in episode 7, el opens the gate that banishes 001, potentially saving others that could have lost their lives to him (at least temporarily.) also, robin and eddie make it back to the real world using the open gate in eddie’s trailer. steve and nancy can’t because their trauma/guilt about being the same as the monster that k*lled barb (that hasn’t been confronted and accepted) holds them back. nancy percieves herself as a monster just like el and hopper (and maybe mike?) do— her survivor’s guilt keeps her trapped on the other side of the gate.

in the neverending story (referenced many times throughout st), there are several gates that atreyu has to get through. the first gate is a pair of yellow sphinxes that shoot lasers from their eyes (interesting thought: sphinx rhymes with lynx, which is the silver cat ref from s3), the second gate is a mirror (the mirror of your dreams), and the third is the no-key gate.

GATE I:

GATE II:

GATE III:

the hero of Neverending Story has to accept himself (the good with the bad) in order to make it through all of the gates.

this mirrors how our characters’ struggle for self-acceptance (even if they perceive themselves as monsters) is key to rooting out the disease of the upside down— which is a representation of the reality created by a world that condemns otherhood.

they’re trapped in a cyclical, never-ending story because they are reliving their trauma or unable to accept what they percieve as monsterhood.

#st4 #st4 analysis #byler s4 #ive been staring at my phone for too long #i was going somewhere with this #who knows where that was

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