#su1cid3 tw

[mimi-multifandom]

Gorey Demise AU (CRK)

Detective Almond Cookie: Pushed into a pool by Chili Pepper and drowned.

Blackberry Cookie: Eaten and dismembered by ghosts.

Chili Pepper Cookie: Succumbed to her (1)CMS and died in the hospital.

Dark Choco Cookie: Fell onto the train tracks and was hit by an oncoming train.

Espresso Cookie: Accidentally mistaken to be dead and was buried alive.

Fig Cookie: Stabbed in the eye with a tree branch by Beet Cookie.

Gingerbrave’s Unborn Brother: Miscarried. (Overbaked in the oven.)

Herb Cookie: Had a heart attack due to Claustrophobia in a tomb.

*Ice Candy Cookie: Crashed car into wall and hit Werewolf Cookie.

**Jaguar Cookie: Got upset at Vampire Cookies refusal to her and committed suicide via snake bite.

Kumiho Cookie: Was shot in the back of the head by a hunter cookie.

Licorice Cookie: (2)Passed out from strangulation and died of blood loss and untreated stab wounds.

Madeleine Cookie: Burned to death inside of a burning house, saving Pancake Cookie in the process.

Ninja Cookie: Brutally beaten to death after Red Pepper accused him of being to person behind the circumstances.

*Orange Cookie: Committed suicide by hanging due to stress.

Poison Mushroom Cookie: Accidentally ate (3)painted glass, mistaking it for potato chips.

**Quail Cookie: Went into a dark alleyway and was kidnapped and murdered by a strange cookie.

Red Velvet Cookie: Committed suicide after being framed for Licorice Cookie’s murder.

Sparkling Cookie: Was accidentally shot in the head with and arrow by Beet Cookie.

Tiger Lily Cookie: Froze to death outside the Hollyberry Palace.

**Urchin Cookie: Fell off of a horse and was then trampled to death during the (4)GPVD.

Vampire Cookie: Tripped of the roof of his house and broke his neck.

Werewolf Cookie: Succumbed to his car crash injuries and died in the hospital.

**X-Ray Cookie: Jumped into hot tar trying to save his kid, Skeleberry Cookie.

*Yogurt Cream Cookie: Pushed out of a plane while skydiving with his brother, was not given a parachute.

**Zucchini Cookie: Repeatedly banged head on the wall due to insanity.

Key:

*= Character from Ovenbreak.

** = Character I made up for the plot.

Glossary, kinda???:

(1) = Crumbling Memory Syndrome, a disease where a cookie’s brain loses more and more memory each minute and the brain eventually shuts down.

(2) = Pomegranate Cookie’s murder against Licorice Cookie; strangling him until he passes out while using magic (or another person) to stab him.

(3) = Shards of glass, that came from the burning house window, painted by Gumball Cookie to look like chips. (What he did wasn’t made to cause harm, just a fun little decoration.)

(4): Grand Pure Vanilla Derby; a series of horse races held at the Pure Vanilla Kingdom.

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[maylovessyou]

you should carve könig's name into your wrist when you kill yourself. make it hurt, too

I really don't understand all the hate. Nor I wanna partake in it.

If you found yourself feeling better after typing this I really congratulate you for having a life so shitty that you find any type pleasure into typing stuff like this.

#konig #konig mw2 #konig smut #konig x reader #könig #könig mw2 #konig cod #könig call of duty #konig headcanons #yandere konig #könig cod #könig x reader #könig headcanons #könig smut #könig x chubby reader #könig x you #tw #tw: su1cid3

[midnights-til-dawn]

The Day Before I Died, a Poem

The day before I died,

I stayed inside and enjoyed the sunlight 

From afar, though how I love the morning light

And the songs the birds sung before I knew what

The word young meant, or how old felt bigger than

The space between today and tomorrow, memories forgotten

And words unsaid, old was just another thought in my head, innocent 

And unspent, like my aunts tea after it grew tepid and grey –

— 

The morning before I died, I forgot what to say 

And so I cried and wept at the space between the walls,

Loss came and went without any missed calls, don’t forget 

To bookmark the pages, the friends I left, and the looks on 

Their faces, I won’t remember –

For the day I died was just 

Another day in 

September

#writing #writers #my writing #poetry #short poem #prose poem #original poem #poems and poetry #poets on tumblr #writerscorner #writers on tumblr #writeblr #tw su1cide #su1cid3 ideation #tw #tw triggers

[needy-duo-overdose]

Everyone has been hurt before, no matter how much or how little, we all have. Imagine if you were in high school, where everything is confusing and you're still learning about the world. That hurt will only build more and more, and you have no outlet to take it out on. This is the reality for a lot of teens in high school. Books like Speak by Laurie Halse Anderson has been banned in many schools in the United States, making it the 4th most banned book in the country. People say it's because the book is inappropriate for teenagers in high school, or it has a bias against males. This is just an excuse to further bury the real issue. Around 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 8 boys will be sexually assaulted before they are 18. High school is the prime time to teach kids about sexual assault, to let them know they aren’t alone in their trauma. Laurie Halse Anderson's book could even save lives. Speak and other pieces of literature like it can be used to teach awareness to adolescents and help them overcome this disturbance in their life.

As stated earlier, Speak is a book written by Laurie Halse Anderson. It's about a young girl named Melinda, who was raped during a party in the summer of her 8th grade year by someone going into his senior year. Melinda goes through her freshman year being ostracized by the other kids in her school because she called the police at that party. She was silent as her and her friends drifted apart and end up acting as if they don’t know each other anymore. Melinda's former best friend, Rachel/Rachelle, tries to find herself and ends up dating the boy that raped Melinda. Melinda is stuck between saving Rachel or abandoning her like she felt Rachel had done to her at the party that summer. She ends up telling Rachel that Andy is a rapist. Melinda finally finds her voice at the end of the novel, threatening Andy and telling her art teacher about what happened to her on that night. This is a book about triumphing against everything that went against you and realizing that you must speak to heal.

Speak is a book that should never be banned in schools. Despite that, Speak has become the fourth most banned book in libraries and schools as of 2020 under the illusion of "it was thought to contain a political viewpoint and it was claimed to be biased against male students and for the novel’s inclusion of rape and profanity" (Admin, 2022). There is no bias against men in the novel, just a male antagonist that had done an awful thing to our protagonist. It's appropriate in the sense that adolescents need to learn that these things are real, and that it can and does happen to thousands of children and teens on the daily.

"Suicide is the third leading cause of death in adolescents" (Olshen, 2007). The cases have gone down over the years, but suicide among teenagers is still a huge problem. Sexual assault cases are proven to be one of the leading causes of suicide, and with the fact that 66% of known sexual assault victims are children (Snyder, 2000), there are many teenagers and children out there that are either considering or committing suicide due to sexual assault. These kids believe that they're alone, due to the lack of teaching about these topics. Speak and other novels like it can show these students that what they're going through can happen to anyone, and maybe even open their eyes to see that it might be something that has happened to their classmates.

Melinda was silent throughout her difficulties, and a lot of students in high school can relate to that. E.J O'Quinn, for example, is an author who connected heavily with Melinda. "Had [Speak] been available to me when I was Melinda's age, I'm certain my understanding of how we create ourselves in an unpredictable world would have been changed considerably." Melinda was "offered as a realistic model of what girls can do to maintain control of their own lives". O'Quinn felt as if they could have been so much more educated in their life if in high school, they were able to read Speak. Many other people have this realization, only much earlier in life, if they would read this novel.

Learning about literature like Speak is proven to open students up to serious topics like sexual assault and the PTSD that usually comes after a traumatic event like rape. It can teach them to be more empathetic and serious about the topics, since young teenagers often stray away from awkward situations by making jokes. Students might not want to come to face the uncomfortable feelings that make them cringe whenever they hear about something awful, but introducing them to this kind of topic in an easy way, like a class reading of the book, can lead them into a thoughtful discussion about the topic. As previously mentioned, books like Speak teaches teenagers to be sympathetic about this issue, and they might tread carefully when speaking about it, after realizing that their classmates might go through something similar. It changes their perspective. Speak is not just a story, it is a weapon that can connect others through their trauma. Schools don't want to accept the fact that most student will go through trauma in their lives before they leave high school. But if they would finally admit that fact, Speak is an amazing way to lead students into an understanding of just how serious this problem is. Imagine how many lives could be saved if we would become more aware of the dangers of lack of knowledge about rape in adolescents.

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[althea-and-alcestris]

Infection Au

The results said the audience wants to hear my Infection Au so I shall deliver. (TW for blood, mentions of gore and su1cid3). I based this on the MLP Swamp Fever Au and the general Infection aus <3 Also this au includes a lot of ocs that belong to me and my friends

So the main plot is that a strange fungi was discovered on Sage Island that soon began to make people ill. At first everyone thought that it's just a regular magic fungi, however it quickly turned out to be an incorrect assumption. Those infected with the spores began to develop odd symptoms such as nosebleed, gums bleeding, bloodshot eyes, discoloration of fingers and soon the limbs as it spreads. By the ending stages of the infection, the patient will resemble more like a bleeding and decaying tree. The infection spreads through either bites or the spores of the fungi. Coming in contact with the infected without any safety gloves also results in infection. Those with high magic drive are able to remain sane for longer periods of time than those with lower or no magic drive at all.

It has been 4 weeks since the outbreak started. Idia and Ortho were able to leave Sage Island before STYX put the island on lockdown, sealing the dorm mirrors and the Dark Mirror so nobody can pass through. They're working on a cure. Meanwhile the ones stuck on Sage Island have started to adapt to the current situations, learning through several losses. Trein was one of the first victims of the outbreak, having been killed by the infected while trying to protect his students. Riddle, Vee, Marqu, Ellis, Mary, Fox and Jade have been terminated after they could no longer fight the infection and grew way too hostile. Cater, Dominico and Ace are injured from expeditions and attacks but uninfected. Azul and Leona are still under infection, Azul due to no access to any more human potions has returned to his merform and is now kept in a water tank until further notice. Leona is incredibly hostile and staff decided on termination. Trey, Lilia, Adamaris and Crowley are missing with no trace of where they could be. Malleus is infected but manages to maintain his sanity. Ruggie, Jack, Sebek, Alce, Thea, Allen, Deuce, Augustino, Chenfeng and Vargas are the ones on the expedition team who regularly leave campus (what has been turned into a main camp) to gather supplies, look for survivors, kill the wandering infected and clear areas. There are snipers (Thea and Allen), gatherers (Ruggie, Deuce, Augustino) and those who cover the team incase the infected are nearby (Sebek, Alce, Chenfeng). Jack and Vargas do most of the heavy lifting and Jack pulls the occasional carts with his UM. The ones in charge of terminating those who lose the battle with the infection inside NRC are Spider, Alce and Vargas. Vil is also infected but holds on, Rook wrote himself out of the expedition groups to stay with Vil while Epel along with Silver and Kalim are not allowed to join the expedition groups for their own reasons. Jamil stays with Kalim and Spider in NRC, Alto is in charge of the supplies that the expedition groups successfully gathered, Silver is distraught and anxious because of Lilia's absence which is why Sylas stay with him at all times. Floyd is his own person ever since Jade was put down and staff can't determine how much impact his brother's death had on him. He leaves a lot but never comes back infected. Ami and Crewel are the ones staying in NRC at all times to take care of the few children that were caught in the outbreak such as Karina and Eve. Sam is infected but resides in his shop while holding out.

As the story progresses, multiple of the canons and ocs fall. Cater dies to an infected wound, Leona is terminated, Thea asks to be put down by Sebek, Deuce is terminated by Alce due to the infection, Jamil is killed by the infected, Azul ends his own life by leaving the water tank in his merform, Alto is put down by Idia after infected severely, Vil is put down but he ends up killing Rook and Epel, Lilia is found dead, Spider is killed by the infected, Alce is killed by Allen who was infected, Allen ends his own life after realizing what he had done. Crowley is never found.

The last survivors end up being:

Ace, Trey (he is found), Ruggie, Jack, Floyd, Kalim, Idia, Ortho, Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Crewel, Sam, Vargas, Ami, Karina, Eve, Sylas and a couple more ocs.

It's a lot of angst and I know it's a bit jumbled right now but I'm in the making of the character files and I will post them one by one. If you have questions, you can ask away ^^

#twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #alcestris #twst #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #infection au #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #jade leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #sebek zigvolt

[andrew-art-trash]

OMORI FANARTS 2022

VGen comms

tw: su1cid3, d34th body

#my art #digital art #fanart #digital drawing #omori game #omori fanart #omori sunny #omori #illustration #artists on tumblr

[sagewritings]

Staying Alive - Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

pairing: steve harrington x female reader

synopsis: the fight is still not over. you and max are still cursed, eddie is wanted, and vecna is gaining strength rapidly. time is ticking, and your group needs to act fast to save hawkins. in the midst of all chaos and trouble, you need to find fortitude in yourself, your friends, and steve.

word count: 7.6k

warnings: season 4 volume 2 spoilers, angst, one mention of [tw: su1cid3] and death of a family member, trauma, violence, guns and knives, curse words

a/n: hello everyone! here’s part 2 to more than a woman :) i’m sorry that it took so long to post because the fight scene is hard to write, especially with the shifts in scenes and settings. i initially planned to follow the main plot of volume 2, but i’m a sucker for happy endings so i changed the story a bit. also, similar to the first part, the title doesn’t have a connection to the story. i just named it after another bee gees song lol :3 [connor davidson is a character that i made up on my own. feel free to imagine him in any way you like]

if you’d like to check out my other works, you can check the pinned post in my blog :>

part 3 (night fever) is also posted!

i hope you’ll like this fic! happy reading!

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  If you close your eyes and forget what has happened in the past days, you could pretend that this is just a normal get-together between your group.

After leaving the upside down and your escape from Vecna last night, Max directed all of you to her house, saying that her mom won’t be home until late afternoon. It wasn’t safe to stay at Eddie’s trailer, not when there were still some police and detectives going in every once in a while.

Despite all of you being desperate for some rest, no one could fall asleep. You spot the bruises, dried blood, and dirt that covered your bodies as you sat around Max’s living room, and it was enough to remind you that the fight isn't over yet.

“Henry, One, Vecna….” Nancy muttered to herself, replaying what you told them as she paced in front of the couch where you sat between Steve and Eddie.

You stared ahead, leaning against Steve while you repeatedly listened to More Than A Woman. You had been trying to piece everything together for the past minutes, remembering every scene and expression that Vecna has shown you. Then you recalled what Dustin told you, how a gate is opened every time Vecna attacks, and something sparked in your mind.

“What if he, somehow, intended to let me go?” You spoke quietly, lifting your head from Steve’s shoulder and pushing away one side of your headphones so you can simultaneously listen to the song and your friends. “I mean, he looked mad when I ran away from him, but I don’t think that he’ll show me those flashbacks just because he knows we’re looking for him.”

“What do you mean?” Dustin asked, not catching up to what you were saying.

“You said that he’s trying to open as many gates as he could by killing, right?” You asked him, continuing after he nodded. “But I was in the upside down when he tried to kill me. It would be pointless. And if he knew that we’re after him, then he must also know that I know how to escape him.”

“I’m not getting it,” Steve said from beside you.

You sighed. “He was warning me. Us.”

“Warning us of what?” Lucas asked.

“His takeover on Hawkins,” Nancy spoke up, her brilliant mind immediately comprehending what you’re saying.

“How will he do that exactly?” Eddie questioned.

“The gates. He’ll send creatures… monsters across our town through the gates.” Nancy replied slowly.

The moment after she said those words were silent, all of your minds running through what it would look like if Vecna succeeds. The images of your friends and families who had no idea what is going on at this moment made you fearful.

“Even if that’s the case, we don’t know how many more gates he needs to open,” Dustin said.

“Maybe we do.” Your eyes widened, mind snapping to where Vecna had you stuck. “He brought me to the same place he tried to kill Max. And there were pillars for his victims… four pillars.”

Max’s head shot up, remembering the figures of Chrissy and Fred before she spoke. “Four chimes.”

“I’m confused,” Erica said after a while.

“The visions. Vecna’s clock, it always chimes four times.” Max explained. “He’s been telling us his plan this whole time.”

“Four kills. Four gates.” Lucas gasped.

“If that’s true, he’s only one kill away.” Dustin pointed out.

“No. Try them again.” Steve shook his head, pointing to the telephone beside where Max stood.

Max followed him, disappointedly sighing as she put the phone down after a few seconds. “Same shit.”

“How is that possible?” Lucas disbelievingly wondered.

“I told you, Joyce has this telemarketer job. She’s always on the phone.” Dustin explained.

“Okay, yeah, but this phone's been busy for, what, three days now? That’s not Joyce.” Max said. “No way, something’s wrong.”

“She’s right. It can’t be just a coincidence.” Nancy spoke again. “Whatever’s happening in Lenora is connected to all of this. But Vecna can’t hurt them. Not if he’s dead.”

You gulped at the girl’s last sentence. “Nance…”

“We have to go back in there. Back to the upside down.” Nancy confirmed your thoughts.

A series of disagreements from your other friends filled the air, and Steve stood up from his place beside you protectively.

“Let’s think this through,” Steve said.

“What is there to think through?” Nancy persisted.

“We barely made it out there in one piece,” Steve exclaimed.

“Yeah, because we weren’t prepared.” Nancy continued, obviously not taking no as an answer. “But this time, we will be. We’ll get weapons and protection. We’ll go through the gate, we’ll find his lair, and we’ll kill him.”

“Or he’ll kill us.” You said unsurely. “He’s not scared of us.”

“And for good reason.” You all turned your attention to Robin as she stood up, speaking for the first time since she sat on the floor. “We were wrong about Vecna slash Henry slash One. But we learned something new about him. He’s like Eleven, only a sick, evil, male, child-murdering version of her with really bad skin. But my point is, he’s super powerful. He can turn us inside out with a snap of his fingers. It’s not a fair fight.”

“So then why fight fair?” Dustin remarked, realization drawing on his face. “You’re right, he’s like Eleven. But that gives us an upper hand. We know Eleven’s strengths, and weaknesses.”

“Weaknesses?” Erica asked.

“When El remote-travels, she goes into this sort of trance-like state. I bet the same is true for Vecna.”

Lucas’ eyes widened. ”That would explain what he was doing in that attic.”

“Exactly,” Dustin replied happily. “When he attacks his next victim, I’ll bet you he’s back in that attic, physical body defenseless.”

“Defenseless, yeah? What about the army of bats?” Steve added, pointing at the bruise marks on his neck.

“Then we’ll have to find a way past them. Distract them, somehow.” Dustin suggested.

“And, uh, how do we do that, exactly?” Eddie sighed, putting his face in his hands.

“No idea. But once they’re gone, he doesn't stand a chance.” Dustin shrugged. “It’ll be like slaying a sleeping Dracula in his coffin.”

“That all sounds good in theory but there is no pattern in Vecna’s killings.” Robin cut them off. “At least, not one that I can decipher. We don’t know when he’s going to attack next. We don’t even know who he’s going to attack.”

“Yeah, we do,” Max said anxiously, looking at you. “I can still feel him. I’m still marked. We’re still marked.”

Your heartbeat quickened. “She’s right. Once we ditch these music players, we’ll draw his attention back.”

Steve sat back down beside you, quickly shaking his head. “No, Y/n. Whatever you’re thinking, absolutely not.”

Lucas worriedly looked at Max. “He’ll kill you both.”

“Not us both.” You started, looking back and forth between Max and Steve. “I’ll do it.”

“Y/n–” Max uttered, but Steve’s voice was louder than hers.

“Nope, absolutely not. We can go to the counselor's office again–” He started, but you quickly dismissed him.

“And then what? Go through each file to see who’s experiencing trauma?” Steve stopped talking, his body filled with worry but even he knew that his idea wasn't promising. “We don’t have the time. Besides, we can’t just risk a stranger’s life, not when they don’t know who they’re up against.”

“So you’ll risk yours?” He clashed back, not caring that your other friends can clearly hear and see the two of you.

“Yes!” You grumbled in your seat. “I’m not trying to be a hero, Steve. But you do realize that I only got my visions after Max escaped him. And now that I’ve escaped him too, he’ll just torment another person. I survived, okay? I know what to do.”

Steve massaged his forehead, having a headache from both the night’s events and your stubbornness. He tried to think of another way, but he couldn’t. And he knew that it would be nonsense to argue with you.

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it softly. You exhaled when he met your eyes, seeing the sadness behind them. Your attention was ripped from him when Nancy spoke gently.

“Let’s start with the plan.” 

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Eddie slammed a magazine on a table as you all surrounded him, pointing to one of the pages where the words ‘War Zone’ is imprinted. While he was explaining what you could find in the shop, Max silently pulled your hand and led you to the kitchen.

“Look, Y/n, if you’re having second thoughts, I could do it.” She said, keeping her voice low.

You sighed as you looked at the younger girl. “I’m not having second thoughts, Max. I’d rather have you safe.”

“But who’s going to keep you safe?” Max pointed out.

“You will. All of you will.” You patted a hand on her shoulder, eyes softening when you saw her genuine concern. “He won’t take me.”

Max wanted to say something, to keep on arguing until you agree to switch places. She already lost her brother, and she didn’t want to think about losing the person she treated as her sister.

“Fine, but I’ll have Nancy put us in the same group.”

“Deal.”

“Hey, Red.” Eddie’s voice captured both of your attention, his eyes looking at Max. “You got a ski mask or a bandana, or something like that?”

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You never thought that you would be an accomplice in stealing a car and a house at the same time. After your chaotic escape from the owners of this mobile home, you wouldn’t be surprised if all of you are on the wanted list tomorrow.

Steve was in charge of driving, with you sitting quietly in the passenger seat with your headphones on as you looked at the road. Nancy was seated with Robin, Eddie, and Dustin, whispering, and writing occasionally to complete their plan. Lucas, Erica, and Max were having their own conversation at the back.

“How is it?” You turned to look at Steve, eyeing the van.

“Not half bad, considering that this is a house.” He laughed. “I thought that by the time I drive something like this, I’ll be with my own family.”

You smiled, not saying anything to let him continue.

“It’s silly, but I always had this dream that I’d have this really, really big family. I’m talking, like, uh, full brood of Harringtons. Like five, six kids.”

“Six?!” You exclaimed with wide eyes.

“Yeah, six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys.” Steve continued. “And every summer, I figured all of us Harringtons would pack into something like this and just see the country. You know, the Rockies, Grand Canyon, California beach.”

You tilted your head back to relax as you listened to him, imagining all the places he just listed. After the upsetting events in the past few days, you were grateful to have a conversation that doesn’t involve the upside down. “That sounds nice.”

“Yeah?” Steve took a quick glance at you, admiring your relaxed state.

“Yeah.” You said when you met his eyes, smiling playfully. “Well, uh, except for the six-kids part. That sounds like a total nightmare.”

“If I only had some practice.” He dramatically sighed, and you realized that he was pertaining to Dustin’s friend group.

You shifted sideways in your seat, giving you the chance to fully face Steve. You take in his tired and bruised image before looking at the rest of your friends, eyes landing on Max who was whispering silently with Lucas.

Steve followed your sight through the rear-view mirror. “She admires you so much.” He said softly.

“Hm?” You faced him again.

“Max.” Steve looked at you. “Ever since what happened to Billy, I’ve only seen her smile around you and Sinclair.”

You smiled to yourself, but it quickly disappeared before you spoke again. “I just figured that, if I was the bait and things go wrong, at least she’ll still be able to live. After everything, she deserves to be happy again.”

“Hey,” Steve grabbed your hand, leaving the other on the steering wheel. “Things won’t go wrong.”

You didn’t reply, knowing that you don’t fully believe it.

Steve noticed the doubt on your face and tried to lighten the mood. “Besides, I’m not letting you leave without going on a date with me.”

You laughed. “Is that your way of asking me out, Harrington?”

“Maybe,” Steve answered cheekily, but he took a brief glimpse at your entwined hands and his tone became softer. “If you’ll allow me, I’d like to take you out on a date after all of this. We could go anywhere, it’s up to you.” 

You didn’t hesitate to answer. Hell, you didn’t even think. It seemed the most unlikely scenario to get asked out, but it gave you something to look forward to.

“I’d love that.”

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“Alright, get what you need as fast as possible.” Nancy reminded all of you as you stepped inside the crowded War Zone. “Let’s meet at the teller in ten minutes.”

The rest of you nodded, separating into groups to work faster. You grabbed a cart and walked with Steve and Robin, going over to the clothing section first. Steve picked up a jacket and you reached for some vests.

“These are flammable right?” Robin asked as she pointed to the gallons of kerosine oil.

“Yeah.” You answered, transferring the vests and jackets from your arms to the cart.

She immediately grabbed a few, but you noticed her hand faltering in movement.

“Robin?” You called her, your confusion turning into realization as you followed her eyesight. “Oh.”

You spot a familiar girl standing in front of a keychain rack ahead of you. You know her for two reasons: you two were in the same grade, and Robin wouldn’t stop talking about her for the past three weeks. Vickie’s hair was almost as red as Max’s, and her light aura stood out among the weapons in her background.

You gazed back at your friend, amused at her awed expression.

“What’s going on?” Steve walked closer to you as he put on the jacket he picked up, wondering why you were smirking at Robin. When you turned to him and pointed at Vickie, he smiled too.

“Go.” You urged your friend who looked like she just got out of a trance.

“What?” Robin asked with squinting eyes.

“Go talk to her.” You said.

“N-no, no. Not now.” She dismissed you, turning around to pick up more kerosine oil.

“Robin, our town is currently on the verge of an attack from a supernatural villain. You never know when you’ll get to see her again.” You explained to her, sounding more like a scolding mother than a friend.

“I don’t even know what to say.” She groaned.

“You are the most talkative person I know. I’m pretty sure you can come up with something.” Steve joined, smiling innocently when Robin glared at him.

“Go. Just don’t take too long, okay?” You placed your hands on Robin’s lower back, lightly pushing her away.

Robin was cursing under her breath as she took small steps towards the girl, both annoyed and grateful for your encouragement.

You and Steve were smiling while you watched Robin call out Vickie’s name. The latter turned around, her expression was initially shocked but it turned into a soft smile when she recognized your friend.

“Cute.” You whispered to yourself.

“I know I am, thanks,” Steve answered, and you let out a snort.

“I’m gonna go there quickly.” You said, pointing towards the display of daggers.

“I’ll go with you.” He suggested but you already shook your head.

“We only have ten minutes, remember? Grab more oil and bottles. Oh, and ropes too.” You ordered him.

“So bossy,” Steve whispered under his breath but he was smiling warmly as he watched you walk away.

You, on the other hand, had your eyes dead set on the daggers. There were so many variations in length and material, but every tip shines with sharpness and threat.

A particular one caught your attention. It looked magical, with its green leather handle and gold engravings, and the blade was the perfect shade of silver. You pulled it out of its leather case, and your eyes widened when you saw the price. Still, you admired the dagger, memorizing how it feels in your hand.

“Y/l/n?”

You flinched when you heard an unfamiliar voice from your left, making you look up. You gulped when you recognize the person. You didn’t even need to look at his jersey jacket to know that it was Connor Davidson, a senior in Hawkins High and co-captain of the basketball team.

“Y/n Y/l/n, right?” Connor looked just as shocked as you were, but his face formed a smirk when he saw the dagger in your hand.

“Uh, yeah, that’s me.” You replied coolly. “And you’re Connor Davidson.”

He nodded. “What are you doing here?”

If you didn’t know the boy, you would say that he is polite. But you’ve seen him around school, observed how he acted as if he’s above everyone else. Everyone on the team acts the same, besides Lucas.

“Oh, you know, it’s pretty alarming in Hawkins right now.” You faked a chuckle, turning back to the display.

“Ah, I understand.” Connor moved closer to you, pretending to inspect the daggers as well. “Have you seen Henderson anywhere?”

His question made your breath hitch, though you tried not to release any reaction. It was only then that you realize that if Connor was here, then so must be the rest of the team. And from what you’ve heard from Lucas, every member of Hellfire Club is being hunted.

You couldn’t help but feel worried for Dustin and Eddie back at the trailer, and quickly put on a confused face. “Henderson? The freshman kid? No.”

Connor nodded, but you noticed the swift twitch in his upper lip. “Well, I just thought that you’d know where he is because you two are neighbors.”

You suddenly turned to look at him, maintaining a calm face despite feeling irritated on the inside. “You know where I live?”

“Yep.” He shrugged, turning to face you as well. His smirk and taunting expression made you uncomfortable. “And I also know that you two are friends.”

Before you could reply, Steve appeared beside you with his cart. If he was being honest, he wasn’t able to get the things you told him to pick up. Instead, he observed the entirety of your interaction with Connor. Even while watching from afar, he knew your expressions very well, and he didn’t hesitate to come near when he saw your first sign of discomfort.

“Hey, is everything fine?” Steve casually asked, placing a hand on your back as he looked at Connor.

“Steve Harrington.” The boy greeted, immediately recognizing Steve from being popular in school years prior. “I’m Connor Davidson.”

“Yeah, okay,” Steve replied uninterestedly which made Connor annoyed. The high school senior huffed before his brows furrowed after looking at Steve’s dirty and injured form.

“What the hell happened to you?”

“It’s none of your business.” He answered, and you let out a small laugh. The sound caught Steve’s attention, and his eyes brightened as he put all his attention on you. “Are you done choosing?”

You nodded your head, grabbing one of the plain daggers and returning the green one with a heavy heart.

“Are you two together?” Connor spoke again, and you heard Steve grumble from beside you.

“None of your business.” He grumbled, thumb moving up and down from its place on your back for some comfort. He was becoming annoyed with the boy, too. Mostly because of how close he stood to you, but also since he could see through his facade and knew what kind of a person he is.

You wanted to laugh aloud from the angered expression on Connor’s face, but you didn’t want to push his buttons too far, not when you had already spotted his fellow teammates around the store.

“Sorry.” You said with a flat tone, showing an insincere smile. “We have to get going.”

“Right. Oh, and Y/n,” Connor’s displeased look returned to a smirk. “Careful with that dagger, you might hurt yourself.”

Steve scoffed at his sarcastic and obnoxious tone, ready to respond but you’ve had enough of the boy’s egotistic face and it was your turn to answer.

“Don’t worry.” You shrugged carelessly, rotating the dagger effortlessly in your hand while you watched his smile drop slowly. “I’ve had more than enough practice with people.”

You smiled, pulling out two more daggers from the display before you walked past him, taking the cart from Steve’s hand. Connor glared at your moving figure.

Steve followed you, his hands falling from your back as he stared at you. “Uh, Y/n?”

“Hm?” You replied, walking towards the shelves of baseball bats.

“What do you mean you’ve had practice with other people?” Steve asked nervously, feeling amused yet scared at the same time. “Have you stabbed anyone?”

You laughed at his bewildered face. “No. I just said that to get rid of him.”

“Oh.” He said, relieved.

“But I can use this very well.” You continued, and you chuckled when his eyes widened again. “Relax. I haven’t used this on people. My dad taught me how to strike and aim from distances when I was younger so I could protect myself. You know, since I’m his only daughter.”

“And I’m only finding out about this now?” Steve said, picking up one of the bats. “Why did you get three?”

“I’m sharing them with others.” You stated, but when your eyes accidentally landed on Nancy and Jason at the gun section, your eyes widened. “Shit. We need to go.”

“What? Why?” He picked up on your panicked tone and helped you push the cart.

“The entire basketball team is here. Go to the counter now. I’ll find Robin.”

Steve followed your instructions and took off until he reached Erica, the younger girl already looking concerned and tense.

You walk towards where you last saw Robin, finding her still talking with Vickie.

“Hi!” You awkwardly said and the two looked at you.

“Y/n, right?” Vickie warmly asked you.

You nodded, sending her a kind smile. “I’m so sorry to interrupt but Robin and I need to leave.”

“What’s going on?” Robin was confused, eyes scanning the store for your friends.

“The basketball team knows we’re here.” You whispered to her.

“Oh, shit.” Robin’s eyes widened, nervously chuckling as she face Vickie. “Uh, w-well I’ll see you around?”

“Of course.” Vickie nodded, shooting her one more smile.

You waved at her as you pulled Robin behind you. “Come on. And tell me everything later.”

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After leaving War Zone, Dustin initiated that you make a stop at a field, the same field that used to be the location of his radio tower a few months ago. It was a perfect choice if you admit. The area was open and windy and covered with enough trees to hide your group from the rest of the town.

You look around as you observe your friends. Dustin and Eddie were piercing garbage can covers with nails. Robin was helping Nancy trim the tip of her shotgun. Max, Erica, and Lucas were tying knives at the edges of several rods.

You and Steve stayed near the trailer, filling empty glass bottles with kerosine oil and covering it with a cloth.

“We’re crazy,” Steve said lowly.

“What?”

“This. Us. What we’re doing. It’s crazy.” He spoke.

You sighed as different emotions flooded your brain. “I know. But if we don’t do this, then who will?”

Steve’s eyes softened when he looked at you directly. He was terrified of what was about to happen, and if he could take you away from here and lock you up in your room, he would. But he knew that you were right. No matter how tiring it is to fight monsters, he would do anything to keep everyone safe, especially you.

“How about you?” He asked. “Are you still okay with this?”

You nodded, knowing that you are willing to go through whatever danger for your friends and family.

“Guys! Come!” You heard Nancy call for all of you.

You and Steve carefully placed the bottles down and steadily aligned them before huddling with your friends.

“Alright, so this is the plan. We’ll go in three groups. Max, Y/n, Lucas, and Erica, you’ll cover the Creel House here. Dustin and Eddie, you take care of Eddie’s trailer in the upside down. Steve, Robin, and I will take care of Vecna. Is everyone okay with that?”

“Wait, no. I’ll go with Y/n.” Steve said suddenly. He knew that you would disagree when you abruptly looked at him with warning eyes. “I’m not leaving your side.”

Nancy waited for you to nod before she continued, grouping Steve with you. While the girl was talking, Steve grabbed your hand and squeezed it, both in comfort and in fear.

It is only a matter of hours before you find out the fate of your lives.

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Steve pulled up the trailer in front of the Creel’s house, Eddie preparing to take his place as the driver.

Your group was wearing your usual clothes, but everyone else wore the jackets and vests that you picked up from the store earlier.

“You guys ready?” Nancy nervously asked, eyeing the house.

“Of course.” You smiled at her. “Hey, Nance?”

“Yeah?”

“Go for his head, alright?” You smirked at your friend.

“Will do.” Nancy’s nervousness was replaced with a proud smile, clutching her gun closer.

Steve opened the door, letting you and the kids go out before him. You took a deep breath when the air around you turned colder. 

“Are you okay?” Steve placed a comforting hand on your back.

“No.” You honestly answered.

All of you went inside the house, and you heard the car take off behind you.

You observed the house, remembering the last time you were here. It was just as eerie and quiet, but you still showcased a brave face for the sake of your friends. You led them into the living room, gesturing for all of them to sit down. None of you can’t really speak, or else Vecna might sense your presence.

Meanwhile, Eddie drove away with a nervous feeling, barely hearing Nancy when she relayed the plan. All he wanted was to finish everything.

Their group entered Eddie’s trailer, plunging through the gate one by one. Immediately after Nancy and Robin took off towards Vecna’s lair, Eddie and Dustin began to strengthen the walls of the trailer, gathering every steel they could find.

Ten minutes after your arrival, Erica stood up and grabbed her flashlight, remembering Nancy’s order for her to stand guard at the playground. You were still sitting comfortably, quietly listening to your song with your head leaned against Steve’s shoulder to avoid interfering with Max and Lucas’ conversation. 

You played with your dagger, and you couldn’t help but admire how the blade glistens despite being in a dark area. You kept one for yourself, of course, but gave the other two to Max and Dustin.

Cinema. Friday? Steve wrote on one of the notepads he brought.

You took both pad and pen from him, writing your response. Can I bring Robin?

You placed a hand on your mouth to let out a silent laugh when he looked at you incredulously. 

Sorry. Friday it is.

He nudged your shoulder playfully, but a flickering light through the window caught your attention, heart hammering nervously in your chest when realization drew on you.

The signal. Nancy and Robin arrived at the Creel House in the upside down.

Max looked at you when she saw the lights too, and Lucas grabbed his flashlight to send another signal to Erica.

“You ready?” Max mouthed to you.

You nodded your head as Steve helped you stand up while you picked up one of the lamps and slowly walked upstairs, careful not to make too much noise. He didn’t let go of your hand all the way to the attic. Your other hand was clutching your cassette, not wanting to let go of the object.

Gathering up as much strength as you can, you stopped the music. If your life wasn’t in danger, you would be thankful for the first moment of silence that you have experienced in the last twenty-four hours.

Steve slowly let you go. He, Max, and Lucas walked towards the side of the attic while you crossed your legs to sit on the floor, placing your music player on one of the boxes. Sighing, you began to speak.

“I thought about what you said, about how I killed my mom. It was an accident, but I know I’m still to blame. My dad tried to convince me too. But sometimes I’ll catch him looking at me sadly and I knew he was thinking about her,” You paused, trying your best to keep your voice steady. “I couldn’t blame him. She was the smartest and kindest person I knew. And everywhere I look, I remember her. And then we moved, but the nightmares still followed. It took almost a year before they stopped... I wanted to end it so badly. Then I met my friends and I felt the most genuine happiness again after a long time.”

Steve and the kids were staring at you while you confess, wanting to engulf you in a hug after hearing all of these for the first time. But you weren’t done. You needed Vecna to see how wrecked you are.

“But it wasn’t constant. There were times when I thought of ending it all because at least I’ll get to tell her how sorry I am. So if you want to take me, then take me. We’ll both get what we want.”

“You killed your mother?” You heard Lucas, and your eyes snapped to him in a warning. It was clear that only you would speak until you got hold of Vecna, so you ignored the jab in his question to stop her.

“We weren’t enough to make you happy?” Max spoke too as the three of them walked towards you slowly.

You were panicking, triggered by their questions but also wondering why they were talking. “What? Guys, no—“

“You don’t trust us, don’t you? That’s why you kept all of these from us.” You stood up when your friends tauntingly looked at you, and you didn’t miss Steve’s sneer when he spoke.

You realized what was happening when you saw their eyes change in color, both flashing red.

“Stay the hell away from me.” You spoke as you kicked Steve’s leg and pushed Max with as much force as you can, making her stumble backward and hit Lucas. It pained you a little when you did that, but you knew that these weren’t your friends.

You took the opportunity to run away downstairs to the main door, but what you saw made you stop in fear. The scene in front of you was the same as your third vision. The wet road, flashing blue and red lights, a destroyed car.

“Y/n, do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?” Vecna’s voice echoed.

You slammed the door closed, realizing that the house has more spaces to hide. You turned around and ran to the living room, but when you heard heavy steps on the stairs, you knew you couldn’t hide there.

You were aware that Vecna holds his victim’s mind, but that’s a hole in his plan. He might be able to show you your darkest memories, but the upper hand is not his. It’s yours. And so you closed your eyes tightly, recalling every happy moment in your life until you finally decided on one.

You let out a huge sigh of relief when you opened your eyes, immediately recognizing the scene in front of you.

Your most recent birthday. It was simple because you insisted on celebrating at home instead of somewhere grand. You remembered how your kitchen was decorated with balloons, with Max and Dustin fighting over the banner design, your father pulling out the cake that he baked from the fridge. Even El and the Byers visited that day.

But as you took in the surroundings, there was no one else with you. That was the least of your concern though, preferring to be alone rather than being in the same room as Vecna.

You sat on one of the chairs and placed your arms on top of the dining table, silently praying that your friends are safe and already halfway in killing Vecna.

Unfortunately, your friends were having trouble.

Max and Lucas were watchful of you. They weren’t able to hear your last sentence, and Max gasped in fear when she looked at your glazed eyes. She immediately gestured at Lucas to let Erica know, who then forwarded a signal to Nancy’s group.

Robin and Nancy waited for a while, making sure that there was no sign of any creature before entering the Creel house. But the vines had secretly made their way around their feet, and trapped them against the wall before they could free each other.

Eddie and Dustin were desperately trying to hide from the demobats. They were certain that their reinforcements on the trailer were enough, but when they saw the sharp teeth of the creatures piercing through the steel, they began doubting.

The arrival of Jason’s group wasn’t helping either. Connor was outside, running after Erica and grasping her arms tightly when he caught her. But the girl’s small figure allowed her to slip away easily, throwing a kick and a slap at Connor.

Jason found the rest of you in the attic, eyes wide when he saw your unmoving state. 

“What the hell is going on here?” He gritted.

“Man, just stay away alright?” Steve stood in front of Max and Lucas, trying to keep his voice kind after spotting Jason’s bloodshot eyes.

“You’re in this too, Harrington?” Jason slowly walked toward the group. “Wake her up, now!”

“We can’t do that,” Max said from behind Steve.

“If we wake her up too soon, we’re all gonna die,” Lucas explained, and Jason’s head snapped towards the familiar voice.

“Well, well, well. Lucas Sinclair. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten your little trick at the cabin.”

“Just leave, dude, alright?” Steve tried to reason out.

“I am not going to leave!” They all gasped when Jason pulled out a gun, only standing several inches away from them. “Wake her up right now or I’ll shoot all of you.”

“What the fuck!” Steve exclaimed as he raised his hands on instinct. Catching Jason off guard, he lunged at him, gripping the gun away from Jason.

Max and Lucas took it as a sign to move away, positioning themselves beside you. Jason threw a punch at Steve, but the other had too much adrenaline on his body as well and shook it off easily.

He punched Jason harder, making him stumble over the boxes. He immediately regretted his action when your cassette player fell on the floor and Jason stepped directly over it.

“Shit,” Steve whispered to himself, eyes glued to your destroyed player and unaware that Jason is leaping towards him again.

Jason was more rapid in movement, but Steve’s fist was heavier. 

Max, who was growing angry with the situation, took the dagger that you gave her from her pocket and slashed Jason’s leg. It wasn’t deep, but it was enough to make the boy tumble down. Steve took advantage of his moment of weakness and punched Jason across his left cheek, making him pass out.

“Are you two okay?” Steve asked Max and Lucas, panting. After the two nodded, he whispered a quick ‘thank you’ to the girl.

Steve scrambled to the floor towards your broken player, feeling relieved when he noticed that the tape inside is still fine.

“Isn’t she out long enough?” Lucas asked worriedly as they surrounded you.

Steve reached a hand out to your cheeks to assess your face. He wanted to borrow Max’s player and make you come back, but he knew that it would ruin the plan.

Meanwhile, your few minutes of peace were disturbed when the balloons exploded one by one, making you flinch from the noise. You stood up in a panic, noticing the banner falling down from the wall and the cake melting. The aura changed too, from the bright yellow and white light to a red hue.

You walked towards the front door to lock it, but as soon as you turned around, you came face to face with Vecna. He threw an arm out, and you were lifted with your back against the door.

“You are braver than your friends, Y/n. But like them, you are weak.” He taunts, moving forward until his face is right in front of yours.

He noticed as you struggled to speak against the invisible force that was holding you up, raising his fingers over your face.

You gasped, eyes turning at the back of your head until Vecna was suddenly pulled away from you, making you drop to the floor. You took a few moments to catch your breath before looking up. You noticed him floating in the air, the top of his head almost touching the ceiling of your house.

“El?” You whispered under your breath, eyes wide at the sight of Eleven in your living room. She was barefoot, her clothes stained lightly and her hair was shaved. Her right arm was aimed at Vecna before she threw him aggressively to the other side of the room.

“Y/n!” Eleven ran towards you.

“El, what are you doing here? D-did I make you?” You stuttered as you touched her face, confused whether she was part of the image you projected with your mind.

“I’m here. I piggybacked from a pizza dough freezer.” She smiled at you when she held your hand.

“What?” You looked at her as if she had two heads, your brain too fuzzy to even grasp what she just said. 

Before she could explain further, Vecna appeared from behind her. You watched as they threw glares at each other, communicating about something you couldn’t really understand. But you knew that this wasn’t their first interaction. They were in the lab together.

Vecna eventually gained more control, tearing down the image of your house until you were back to a familiar place. The environment was filled with dark red clouds, with pieces of the Creel house floating in the air. Your eyes landed on the pillars once again, a chill running down your spine when you saw the corpses of your schoolmates.

Eleven shrieked when she was lifted and pressed against the front door. You tried to help her, but a vine wrapped around your foot and positioned you on one of the pillars.

Vecna walked towards Eleven, and you felt sorry for her when you saw that she was breathing heavily with tears. He whispered something to her, making her cry even harder.

You shuddered when he returned his focus on you, his eyes angrier than ever.

“You think you and your little friends can defeat me?” He said roughly. “I see everything.”

“Go to hell.” You managed to croak out despite the tightening grip of the vines around your body.

Vecna smiled evilly, dragging his hand over your face. You started to choke, feeling air escape from your lungs as your vision started to fade. You’ve never felt so much fear until that moment. This wasn’t how everything was supposed to end.

You didn’t have time to be confused when Vecna fell back, seemingly in pain when Eleven regained strength. You weren’t aware that Mike communicated with her through her mind, giving her enough amount of determination.

You laid motionless on the ground after the vines loosened their grip, still breathing but your vision was still spotted.

On the other end, Steve, Max, and Lucas were all panicking.

“Shit, shit, shit–” Steve was fumbling with the tape in his hands, inserting it inside Max’s player.

“She’s too far up!” Max screamed when your body floated while Lucas went off to call Erica.

Everything seems going against the plan, but Nancy and Robin successfully arrive at Vecna’s lair, weapons in hand.

“Go for it,” Nancy whispered to Robin as they observed Vecna’s steady body, held up by his vines.

Robin nodded and took her lighter from her pocket, lighting the edge of the cloth that was attached to the kerosine-filled bottle. Without hesitation, she threw the bottle towards Vecna, making him conscious again.

The impact on his physical body discontinued his connection between you and Eleven, and you were suddenly gasping and falling back into the attic.

“Fuck!” Steve yelled in surprise when he heard you take a breath, immediately positioning himself near your body to catch you. You fell onto him, and he stroked the stray hair away from your face. “Holy shit. You’re fine. You’re okay. You’re here.”

He seems to be assuring himself more than you as he whispered, but you were too relieved as you wrapped your arms around him. “Oh, Steve.”

Steve held you close to him, one hand at the back of your head while the other rubs your back. “Never do that again, you hear me? No more sacrificing.”

You pulled away slightly. “El was there, in my head, she saved me.”

“Eleven?”

You nodded, eyes roaming over his bruised face. “What happened?”

He eyed Jason’s unconscious body near the stairs, and your face scrunched up when you grasp what might have happened.

Max went near the two of you, and you reached out to hold her hand. “Is it done?” She asked quietly.

“I-I don’t know.” You stuttered, realizing that only Nancy and Robin could truthfully answer her question.

But your two friends in the upside down were still battling Vecna.

Robin threw another flamed bottle at him, making the vines break off his body. Nancy raised her shotgun and shot at Vecna’s chest, but the villain just stumbled backward. As if her brain knew the motivation she needed, she started to remember the words you told her before you parted ways earlier tonight.

Go for his head. 

With one swift move, Nancy raised her aim from Vecna’s chest to his head, eyeing the spot between his eyebrows. And as she pulled the trigger, making the monster drop in an instant on his back, she smiled. Nancy Wheeler’s aim is always perfect.

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Eleven, Mike, and the Byers went back to Hawkins with Murray and Hopper yesterday. You engulfed El in a big hug when your eyes landed on her, thanking her profusely. It was a bittersweet reunion for all of you after the events from three days ago.

After Nancy shot Vecna, she and Robin made sure that he was dead before regrouping with Eddie and Dustin. They initially feared the lives of the boys after seeing the ruined state of Eddie’s trailer, and even more when they saw some dead bats in the living room. But they were filled with relief when they found them hiding in Eddie’s bathroom safely. The thick steel door was able to protect them just in time before the bats could successfully pierce the material.

They stopped over to the Creel house to pick up your group, collectively agreeing to spend the night at Steve’s house to freshen up. Otherwise, your parents would have an attack for seeing the state of your face and clothes.

The day after that, Eddie came forward to the police, but not without Hopper’s advice. Hopper had successfully contacted Dr. Sam Owens beforehand, who said that he would send agents to clear Eddie’s name. No matter how Eddie feared the public’s judgments, he knew that it would be better than to hide forever. He knew he was innocent, and Hopper trusted Dr. Owens’ connections.

Jason and his teammates are under investigation after the police found out that their weapons are unregistered. The Sinclairs were also preparing to file a report against Connor after finding the bruises on Erica.

Your dad was more than relieved when you came home, and you almost cried when you greeted him with a hug. He was ecstatic when you asked for his permission to go out with Steve tonight, after which he revealed that he already knew how you and Steve felt for each other. 

Steve was true to his word. At exactly seven o’clock this Friday, he picked you up in a very gentlemanly manner. Of course, your father secretly shot him a warning look before letting you leave.

“I can’t believe Robin asked her out already,” Steve said as he drove, one hand on the steering wheel and the other interlocked with yours.

“Right?” You laughed when you remembered yesterday. 

You accompanied Robin and Steve as they attended to their shifts at Family Video when Vickie made an appearance. You and Steve pretended to go over the ‘New Release’ section, forcing Robin to check out her orders. You two were confused why they talked for a long time. It wasn’t until Vickie left that Robin squealed, stating that she managed to ask the girl out for a milkshake next week.

“I’m proud of her, though. I’ve never seen her so happy.” You said, leaning against the window to feel the night breeze better.

Steve nodded, squeezing your fingers every once in a while.

Moments like this sometimes make you forget all the dangers and troubles that you have faced in the other dimension under Hawkins. Still, you knew that you’d go through it over and over again if that meant keeping your loved ones safe.

You don’t know what tomorrow holds for you. But with Steve’s hand around yours, you know everything is well.

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[small-giggle]

silly little vent post

possible tw; vent, su1cid3 thoughts

so my family (father mother and sister) are obsessed with womens soccer, me not so much, but they like dragging me along to games anyway, when i could just stay home

so today i went to a soccer game, right, and as we were exiting the car, there was a group if people with a DRUM and it echoed in the carpark and i am VERY sensitive to loud noises so that was shit

and then when we got to the stadium, they were there again, and they walked not even a foot away from me and the drum was deafening and i didnt have my headphones and u wanted to die

and after that, during half time, the announcer brought out these giant blow-up balls and threw them into the crowd and idk why but i really hated that

the announcer also was doing that thing they do; "do you like ____? i cant hear you!" and like making it even louder

OH and i forgot to mention that the guy behind me was kicking my chair the entire time

and at the end of the game i got my FUCKING PERIOD and wemt to the bathroom and that was that, i had a panick attack. i broke down. i want to kill myself

so uh yeah <3

#angels rambles #angels vent posts

[loserscanwritetoo]

Starman

Chapter 3

TW: Description of a panic attack, mention of past su1cid3 attempt

Nico wouldn’t say that he was a pessimist, but after the awkward run-in with SunBoy last night he would be lying if he said he didn’t run back home and barged into Hazel's room.

The past day had been alright. Turns out Hazel wasn’t a bitch, just an introvert who quite literally had no idea what to do with a big brother, and honestly, Nico wasn’t sure how to behave now either. He knew, realistically, that they would never have a ‘normal’ sibling relationship, but he still hoped, somewhere deep down, that they might become somewhat normal over town. 

Hazel was nice, and Nico liked most of her friends. Frank wasn’t too bad either. Apparently he was just shy with a resting bitch face. 

However kind her friends may be, Nico knew that he would never feel safe with them. You know when you meet a new person, and you badly want you to click, but something is just a little bit off? That’s how Nico felt with Hazel's friends, but it would work. He really just needed to get through two years, and then he’d graduate and be able to move back home, and go back to his solitude. That was a safe plan, and he’d stick to it. He wasn't going to let some half sister get between him and his goal, and he definitely wouldn’t let a guy ruin it for him.

He’d let guys ruin things for him since even before he realized he was gay. There was the italian guy in the playground in preschool, the mysterious foodie in middle school, and numerous other crushes that he had promised never to tell anyone about. Well, he’d told Bianca, but that didn’t count. He’d told Bianca everything.

He never ended up telling his mom though. She had a tendency to be a bit old fashioned, and Nico didn’t want to risk losing her. He had planned to tell her once he had moved out, but that was before the accident. 

Sometimes he found himself talking out loud, as if his family was still with him. Sometimes he cried, because he wished it would’ve been him and not them. Bianca was a genius, both academically and socially. Nico had always just been her weird little brother, who cut his own hair because he hated hairdressers, and only wore clothes a size too big, because he didn't want anyone to look at him. She had a bigger reason to live. Nico was just… kind of there. Didn't do much, didn't say much, and didn’t make much of an impression on anyone.

That’s why he had been so uncomfortable when he saw that Will was watching him in the graveyard. That was Nico at his most vulnerable, and Will had forced himself into his bubble. 

“You will not believe what just happened!” He thumped down on Hazel's bed, realizing a little too late that Hazel was in the middle of a facetime call with Annabeth.

“Good evening to you too Nico” she replied with a sigh. It looked like Annabeth was about to say something, but Nico interrupted her.

“Not now Annabeth, this is a missing-fathers-only conversation”. Annabeth opened her mouth, probably to protest, but Nico leaned over Hazel and hung up the phone.

“Nico, I swear to god, if this is not super important I will kill you. We were busy talking”

“Yeah, yeah, Luke’s an asshole, I’ve heard” Hazel glared at him, but Nico just rolled his eyes. He’d had enough of hearing about Luke, especially when no one seemed to want to tell him what he had actually done that was so bad. 

“So I was in the graveyard-”

“No normal person hangs out in the graveyard.” Hazel interrupted.

“Shut up. As I was saying, I was in the graveyard,” He felt his breathing speed up and his limbs starting to vibrate. “And I’m talking to Bianca and mom” He felt like a weight was put over his chest “and then all of a sudden Will fucking Solace is there and he’s watching me, and probably thinking I’m crazy, and I really don’t want him thinking that because I’m not crazy, or am I?” He tried to form more words, but his mouth was so dry, and it was like all of a sudden no words made sense, and he couldn't form sentences, he felt like his head was being dunked underwater, and Hazel seemed to seep further and further away.

He could see her opening her mouth, watched her talk, but he couldn’t hear her, and then she was gone and he was left alone in her room. It seemed to shrink more and more as every second ticked by, and he was afraid it would kill him, crush him down into a fine powder, and then finally he would join mom and Bianca again, and he wouldn't be so alone.

He was so alone. So very alone. It was just him against the world.

He felt a lump form in his stomach, and before he had time to react he threw up all over Hazel’s floor. He was startled by the sound of a door slamming open, and he felt someone hold him, talking to him in a soothing voice, but he couldn't hear the words. Then a hand was pressed against his chest, and he noticed it wasn't moving. He wasn’t breathing. How do you even breathe?

The hand moved up into the air, and then down again, over and over again, until Nico realized his chest was supposed to follow it, and it did.

Slowly he seemed to come back to reality, and he realized he was sobbing. Hazel was holding him, and handed him a glass of water. She clearly didn’t know how to handle this, and Nico’s heart sank. He had just come crashing into her life, and now here she was, sitting on her floor, surrounded by his vomit, trying to comfort someone she’d known for less than a day. He realized she was speaking, but her voice was laced in concern.

“Hey, I’ve got you. I’m here.” Nico tried to answer, but no words came out, so he just leaned into her touch and cried. Cried for the first time since the funeral. Felt all of the feelings he had done his best to ignore for months.

He cried out of anger. Anger for that drunk driver who had separated him from his family. 

Out of sadness, because he would never see his mom or Bianca ever again.

And out of embarrassment, because Hazel saw him like this. No one was supposed to see him like this. Not even Bianca had seen him like this. God, how he missed her. He would do anything to be with her again.

Hazel grabbed his hand, and he realized he'd been stroking the ugly, horizontal scars on his wrists. Now she was crying too. He had ruined everything, and he just wanted to sink into the ground.

Those scars were his biggest shame. He had been drunk, and angry, and sad, and willing to do anything to be with his family again. He had sworn never to do anything like it ever again

“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m so fucking sorry” Hazel tried her best to steady herself before replying with a shaky breath,

“Don’t apologize for feeling things. How can I help you?”

“You can’t”

“Let me in, Nico. You don't have to be alone in this.”

And so Nico talked, and he didn't stop until the early hours of the morning. When the siblings finally fell asleep, holding each other, Nico felt a little lighter. Hazel was good. He was going to give this a chance.

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Hazel's alarm went off at 6 am, and Nico rubbed his eyes desperately. It was so early, and he felt like he had only slept for a minute or two. Next to him, Hazel groaned, before falling out of her bed, letting out a little yell. Nico couldn't stop himself from laughing, and Hazel glared at him before kicking him out of her room to get dressed.

Nico took a quick shower and found some clean-ish clothes in a moving box that he had never bothered to unpack. It still smelled of his home back in Italy, and he took a minute to breathe it in before downstairs where she was met by Hazel and Marie. 

He grabbed a sandwich and got into his car. It was a crappy RV, that barely even ran anymore, but he had bought it with his first paycheck, and he loved it. 

Since it was his, nobody could stop him from smoking in it, so naturally, he lit a cigarette. Hazel joined him and they sat in silence as Nico finished his smoke. When he had put it out, he glanced at her, considering telling her his biggest secret.

“Don’t you even dare apologize for last night”

“I wasn’t going to! It’s just, I want to tell you something,” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m gay.” Hazel hesitated for a second before replying

“Cool. Are you gonna make sure we get to school on time?” She smiled at him, and Nico mirrored her response before rushing off in a speed that definitely wasn’t legal, but he didn't care. He had a sister. He wasn’t alone. She might not be Bianca, but right now, Hazel felt just as safe.

#starmanhighschoolau #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #percy jackson au #percy jackson fanfiction #OOC #will loves nico #nico loves will #gay #lgbt #slowburn #friends to lovers #mutual pining #jealousy #jealous will solace #hazel levesque #frank zhang #bianca di angelo #luke castellan #connor stoll #travis stoll #fluff and angst #leo valdez #annabeth chase #pjo books #pjo

[novaspurgatory]

A W.I.P

!TW! Next image includes H4ng1ng/Su1cid3

R.I.P

A drawing forever unfinished

#Yes Ena drew it/ripped up the drawing #hatsune miku colorful stage #pjsekai #project sekai colorful stage #proseka #prsk #pjsk #project sekai #prsk fa #project sekai fanart #project sekai akito #shinonome akito #akito project sekai #akito shinonome #vbs akito #akito vbs #vivid bad squad #project sekai colorful stage fanart #project sekai shinonomes #pjsk akito #akito pjsekai #akito pjsk #prsk akito #prsk art #artwork #digital art #art #vbs #vbs fanart

[pasta-in-the-blender]

Hello! I loved your plushtrap friendship Hcs and I'm here to request something! Before anything, feel free to ignore this request if you want or need to <3

Here's the request:

Could you do this nightmare animatronics: -Nightmare Freddy. -Nightmare Foxy. -Nightmare Bonnie. -Nightmare Fredbear.

Reacting to, when finally entering the room of a pre teenager reader (12-13-14 years old) finding her/him/them already dead? You decide if they were dead because of a heart attack indulged by the fear of the situation or to su1cid3.

And also, ¿Could I be 🦀 Anon?

HEYA! ofc you can be 🦀 anon it's not taken yet!

Also pls if you have an ask involving anything triggering such as sui here, put a tw and name the trigger like my rules request you to do so!/gen, nm

Nightmare Freddy

He's genuinely horrified tbh.. He already dislikes his job, but to see a child dead before any of his gang got to them is not only rare but just plain sad.

Not much he can do about it, but guilt will eat him up for quite a while.

He already felt very conscious about being a horrible monster and this only strengthens that belief.

He needs to get away from the team and become some kid's imaginary friend tbh

Nightmare Foxy

Zero fucks given.

He's even happy about it, less waste of his precious time.

He does his stupid victory dance over the kid's body like an asshole :(

Nightmare Bonnie

Also zero fucks given unfortunately

While Foxy dances he'll sing. They are an evil and cruel duo.

This event will go on his achievements list.

He will probably feel a smither of guilt a few weeks later after he's done pretending making a child commit die is his biggest achievement in "life"

Nightmare Fredbear

A lil shocked, a lil confused?

Like "huh tf you doin?"

He's sad he didn't get to have any fun psychologically torturing the child but he's also kind of guilty..

Usually he wouldn't care for the children he and his gang hurt but this is an overdrive even for him.

He'll get over it eventually.

#fnaf #fnaf 4 #fnaf 4 hcs #fnaf 4 x reader #nightmare foxy #nightmare fredbear #nightmare freddy #nightmare bonnie #fnaf x reader #tw suidice

[tcpidsintrlde]

10/100 ; lemon tree

tw: toxicity, bullying, verbal abuse, and su1cid3

my husband came home late, drunk, and I could’ve sworn I saw red lipstick on his neck; so tonight I dreamed about lemons.

my best friend said that my dress made me look fat, like a beluga whales; when I got home and took a nap, I dreamed about lemons.

my mother scolded me because I didn’t get into a good college like my cousin; so while waiting for my coffee that next morning, I smelt lemons.

some people online made posts about me and tagged me in them, talking about my shape and my high school photos; so I deleted my social media accounts and tasted lemons on my tongue.

I decided to go for a drive and when the light turned green, I was immediately cursed out and blown down by the cars behind me; I drove past a farmer’s market and saw more lemons.. for a discount.

Normally, they say that when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. So I did, but instead of enjoying it, I got sick because the lemons were actually rotten.

I got back in my car and drove to the emergency room, but as I approached the doors, I felt more and more sick by the scent of lemons.

So I turned around and drove to my apartment complex, and I took the stairs to the very top. I stumbled to the edge and glanced down. Everybody looked like ants.

I took a deep breath and take in the air. I closed my eyes and saw myself walking through a field. I looked around, and I was sitting under the lemon tree. I tried to climb the tree, and when I opened my eyes, the last thing I saw was a lemon… and then everything went black.

…

I could hear someone talking to my grave.

It was my neighbor. An old man, who cared greatly for me. He was so sad to see me go.

“Oh, sweet girl. You were a friend to me. You made an old nut so very happy. I wish I could’ve done more for you. I know how much you love…d my garden.. so here you go”

He dug the dirt and planted a lemon tree.

“Hopefully, these will wards off all those evil spirits. Remember that little story, missy? Steer clear of the lemons? Rest In Peace, my dear..”

I wish I listened to him…

#writers #writing #writers on tumblr #original writing #mental health #writeblr #100 themes #100 themes challenges #mentalheathawareness #my poem #short peoms #short story #writing challenge #writing prompt #writing prompts #writers and poets #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #my poems

[therelivesafaerie]

TW: mention of su1cid3

Isolating isn't enough i need to kms!!!!

#isolation #isolating #self isolation #kms #i want to kms #i shall die #kill my life #take my soul #i am already dead #make a lot of money if you are dead inside #black tumblr #tumblr #dark tumblr #suicudal #dark humour #dark thoughts #funny #i am sorry #its just a joke #i promise #i swear #lol #idk lol

[mintraspberryst]

hey, just wanted to let u know that using tags like "tw su1cid3" actually makes it harder to filter and avoid them! if you just put the word without censoring any of it, any users who have that word on their blocklist will be more protected than if it's censored ^-^ just thought i'd let u know lol

hi! i was aware of this and its an absolutely logical point, but i wasnt sure about how it works on tumblr and if it will be okay ... :( so thank u for letting me know, i'll change some tags in my posts,, im really sorry for this mistake, its kinda stupid but i just really didnt know it since im new on this platform :(

[velvets-stuff]

Any thoughts on Ruins AU? 👀

Oh boy, I just realized I haven't talked about this AU, so. . . I'M GOING TO TALK ABOUT THE WHOLE HISTORY OF THE AU 🗣️🗣️

TW: mention of su1cid3 and murd3r.

So, in this au Chris and Martin grew up with an emotionally abusive mother and a physically abusive father, plus Chris suffered from schizophrenia, so they had to spend money on medicine and therapy, which made their parents more irritable and, well, they took it out on their children.

Obviously at some point, maybe when Chris was 6 years old, the law did something and his parents were arrested, they ended up in an orphanage, although their luck did not improve, without their parents they no longer had economic support, and nobody helped them, that means that they couldn't keep up with Chris' medications and therapies, so his schizophrenia got worse, and then, well, Martin couldn't take it anymore. . .

One morning when Chris was 8 years old, he went to look for Martin, he had another episode of hallucinations and he was quite nervous about it, but when he entered his room he found something that marked him for life... Martin, his brother, hanging from the roof with a rope around his neck, lifeless...

That is something that he will never in his life be able to forget.

We jump back in time, 15 years have passed and Chris is already 23, obviously he still suffers from ezquisophrenia, but now he can pay for his medicines and therapies, he works in a zoo and became good friends with Aviva, Koki and above all Jimmy, his neighbors, life seems to be getting better and calmer, but misfortune follows Chris wherever he goes.

One night while driving to his apartment he had a psychotic break, many hallucinations at the same time and many emotions, he lost control of the car and crashed, and when Chris realized the situation. . . He found out that he ran over a man. . .

The situation was obviously very bad, but for some reason he ended up calling Jimmy, confessing to him what happened, and it's crazy, but Jimmy came and helped him get rid of the body, although they went to the house of one of Jimmy's acquaintances to bury the body. in his backyard, the body moved, indicating that he was still alive. . . But they had already gone too far. . .

So goes the AU!, a mix of trauma, police investigation, strange discoveries, lies and a bit of paranormal activity.

#wild kratts #wild kratts au #ruins au #ask

[max-reblogger]

Love. Laugh. Die. #Poem 22

TW: The word su1cid3 is in this poem and it also briefly speaks of dying. You don't need to read if you don't want to.

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Loving, Something a part of everyone's lives, In all kinds of forms, "I love my pet", "I love my family", "I love this food", "I love you", Love. Laughing, Something everyone does in their lives, In all kinds of forms, Loudly, Sadly, Proudly, Strangely, Laugh. Dying, Something that ends everyone's lives, In al kinds forms, Drowning, Old age, Murder, Suicide, Die. - lovely poet

#original poem #sad truth #poetry book