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#that only makes it worse because now on top of everything else I’m scared I won’t live up to everyone’s expectations

lovelyverosika · 2 months

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Angels going crazy…crazy…is he angry maybe…maybe

Hazbin Hotel! Adam x Fem!reader

Part 4 —> Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warning: swearing, slight violence, mention of suicide, suggestive ;)

3rd POV:

Meanwhile in the courtroom:

Everything was quiet. All eyes on them. Adam stood in front of Monika with an unreadable expression on his face. "Sir, what are you doing?", Lute said as she came down the podium. Sera looked unsure as well and Charlie looked shocked or to say it better betrayed. Monika knew that redemption was possible the whole time and didn’t tell her and on top of it she’s not the nice demon she acted to be.

"Leave now.", said Adam with a stern voice. Monika raised an eyebrow. "Why?", she asked. "I said leave.", Adam said again, this time with a louder voice. "Naw, are you hurt because your sweet wife is actually a dumb loser bitch?", Monika said with a mocking grin. "I SAID LEAVE, YOU DUMB BITCH OR ELSE I BEAT YOU DOWN THE HOLE YOU CAME FROM MYSELF!", Adam basically screamed at her. Monika looked at him with widen eyes. "Whoa dude, chill.", said Monika with a slight scared expression on her face. "Enough is enough.", Adam said while grabbing Monika roughly and pushing her down the portal to hell. "I’m so sorry for all this mess.", said Charlie as she grabbed Vaggies hand and left for the portal as well. Without saying another word Adam flew out of the courtroom, leaving everyone either confused or shocked.

The streets of heaven were unusually quiet and the angels seem to be in some kind of distress. Why? Because of none other than the first man. The last time they saw him in such an angry state was when Y/N left heaven for 2 weeks for business. Right now he wanted to be alone to clear up his mind or at least collect his thoughts. He really hoped Emily didn’t took Y/N to their shared home, he doesn’t want to get seen in such a vulnerable state at all costs after all he was THE Adam, THE first man. He let out a sigh of relief when he opened the door and everything was quiet. Immediately he went into their shared bedroom and threw his mask on the floor. With a heavy sigh searched for something in the closet of his wife. After a few minutes he found it and couldn’t help but to crack a small smile. It was a stuff bunny, which resembles Y/N.

On their first valentine’s day Y/N has gifted it to him, of course he acted all rough and tough before actually accepting the gift. What would the other angels think if they saw THE first man being all infatuated because of a simple stuff bunny. Behind closed doors he let his facade fall together with his mask since he knew how sensitive Y/N was and how fast she got insecure about those kind of things. Loving kisses and lots of sweet, teasing words were shared that evening but no one needs to know how smitten he actually is. He lied down on her side of the bed, inhaling her comforting smell. He didn’t know how to feel, he still had mixed feelings about what he found out. Out of exhaustion he then fell asleep.

-time skip-

It was early in the morning when Y/N came home, she slept over at Emily’s since she thought it would be the best to give Adam some time. She couldn’t help but to be scared. Adam hated sinners but she changed and redeemed herself and when you think about it there are demons who did much worse than she did. Of course she regretted throwing away her previous life but the past can’t be changed. Everything here in heaven is different now, she finally found someone who makes her (after) life worth living for. Guilt flooded her mind, she only had herself to blame but she couldn’t just causally tell him that she used to be a demon, sadness and fear were one of her most dominant emotions.

Controlled by fear she only does things with a small chance of turning out bad, which lead to her missing out a lot of things since her youth. Adam always gave her a slight push to try out as much as possible as long she’s not too uncomfortable. The outcome was pretty satisfying to her, she tried out lots of new things and they even went to a concert together. Sure it was overwhelming at first but in the end she enjoyed it even more than he did. She smiled at the memory as she walked towards the bedroom door.

She took a deep breath as she opened the door with shaky hands but she relaxed a bit as she saw Adam still sleep. She walked up to him and smiled, he held the stuff bunny she gifted him close to his chest, that must be a good sign, right? Careful not to wake him she kissed his forehead and left the bedroom to prepare some breakfast. Even if he’s going for the divorce she wanted to show him her love and appreciation for one last time.

Right when she finished his favourite breakfast he came out of the bedroom. He sat down in front of her without saying anything, which made Y/N feel even more unsure and nervous than before. "Redemption…huh.", were the first words he said. "Well yes and I’m so sorry for not telling you..I just thought you would like leave me if I told you. And I know you don’t really like demons but I only got to hell because I thought suicide was the answer, which obviously isn’t true, so I’m not a murder or anything. But if you want to leave me I can totally understand that and I’m not mad or anything just a bit sad but-"

Adam interrupted her: "Sheesh babe chill, if you only were this talkative in bed..just kidding this is serious. I forgive you after all how can I stay mad at you when you’re my sweet wifey. Of course you were an asshole for not telling me but you’re still you. Damn I sound cheesy right now." With a loud happy squeal Y/N basically threw herself on Adam and hugged him tightly as they now lay on the floor. "Ouch fuck!", he said while patting her back. Y/N mumbled a quiet sorry before giving him a quick peck on his cheek. "So are we going like fuck now?", he said with a playful smirk. "Adam.. we’re having a wholesome moment right now.", Y/N whined before gently punching his shoulder. They spend the whole afternoon cuddling and just appreciating each other’s affection.

Later that day when the sun went down Adam took Y/N to her favourite flower garden. No one else was there just them. Suddenly Adam got on his knees, leaving Y/N confused and a bit excited. "I’m not good with words, babe but when I say I love you I really mean it and I know we’re already married but will you marry me? I wanna marry the other part of you as well..wanna make you all mine.", he said, leaving Y/N stunned. "Yes, yes and yes!", she answered, touched by his sweet word. Without saying anything else they kissed deeply with the sun setting down behind them.

They spent the rest of the night underneath their sheets naked while loving each other passionate and deeply.

The End<3

A/N: Looking back I never thought that anyone would read this fanfic, which is based on one of my delusional daydreams. The amount of support I got really touched me. That’s why I decided to continue this small Adam x reader series. I really hope you enjoyed it. Thank you for everything<3

#adam x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #x reader

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joelmillers-whore · 8 months

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Hard Light | Chapter 1

summary: when a new english professor begins teaching your class for the duration of your semester, you can’t help but develop an innocent crush on him. he’s as off-limits as he can be, but that doesn’t deter you in the slightest. after a drunk night, you accidentally email him something that wasn’t intended to ever be seen by anyone. but that doesn’t matter. it triggers a misunderstanding that manifests into an affair with your professor who is twenty years your senior. nothing good could come of this, right?

pairings: professor!joel x college student!reader

word count: 2.2K

series or one-shot

warnings: 18+ explicit, minors DNI, no mention of Y/N, alternate universe, professor/student relationship, eventual smut, self-esteem issues, workaholic, joel x female!reader, infatuation bordering on obsession (stay delulu friends), some sexual thoughts, masturbation (f), joel being a huge tease lol, (will add more tags as i write)

AN: i am so excited by the response that my joel one-shot got a few days ago and i’ve been itching to get something else out to you all. big, giant forehead kisses for those who want one, i love you all. so, anyway, a mini-series about professor joel is coming at you fast. i’ve written the first few chapters, so expect those in the near future. i’m thinking once a week? this fic is going to be something else and i’m so excited to share it with ya’ll. enjoy, and let me know what you think. find my ao3 here for more content and other fandoms.

You were running late for your shift at the coffee shop on campus, rummaging around your dresser, trying to find the low-cut black top you always wore when you had a shift. You weren’t usually one to feed into the peer pressure of those around you, but push came to shove when you found it nearly impossible to keep yourself afloat as a twenty-something student without the added extra tips from your part-time job.

So what if you had to show a little bit of cleavage? Right? There was no harm. Student loans were a bitch and on top of rent and food costs, you had to get a job at the coffee shop and balance a full course load just to make ends meet.

A thought popped into your head and you rushed to your laptop, throwing it open as you checked the time; 5:45 AM. If you busted out your lightning-fast typing skills, you would have enough time to catch the next bus and make it to campus with five minutes to spare. If only your crappy second-hand computer would work.

The thing honestly sounded like a chopper engine, getting ready for lift-off. You were surprised you’d gotten this far with it. Not that you weren’t appreciative, your older brother had passed it down and it had relieved a huge weight— and expense off of your shoulders.

You tabbed into your school portal, typing in your credentials and selecting your English course. You sighed heavily, as you skimmed over the assignment for this week, something to do with a sonnet that you couldn’t care less about. You loved school but ever since becoming an English major, the spark that you once had for literature sort of just evaporated.

You couldn’t tell if it was because of how busy you were with everything else that you just couldn’t find the time to enjoy it, or the thought that really scared you, you had fallen out of love with it.

It had been two years of go, go, go and you were, for lack of a better word, burnt out. You’d tried dropping courses last semester, thinking that you just needed a little bit of ease when it came to your course load, but when that didn’t solve the problem and only made things worse for you, you spent the last two semesters trying to catch up and get yourself to a place where you could finally breathe.

But it wasn’t easy. You were only now caught up to where you had been, the illusion that you were someone who could afford to take time off and slow down was a distant memory.

In bold letters, the words Paid Internship jumped off of the screen. You smiled as you leaned in closer to the screen, making sure you read through everything correctly. This was the break above the surface that you needed, the reprieve that you had been chasing. A paid internship was exactly how you’d be able to make more money and maybe have a little breathing room before you worked yourself into an early grave.

You clicked the mail icon at the top and clicked into a new email, deciding that the worst-case scenario was that you wouldn’t get the internship. All you were doing was inquiring about the application process. Best-case scenario; you’d get it and make some extra pocket money.

You saw the time, cursing under your breath as you slammed the laptop closed, grabbed your phone out of the charger and ran out of the door. You couldn’t be late, not again. You texted your co-worker Jeremy to open the shop without you and explained to him that you were running a few minutes late, as you barely made it to the bus. You climbed on board, scanned your student pass and found a seat near the back. Your chest was burning from the rush of trying to make it on time, but you could breathe easy now.

You checked your messages mindlessly, scrolling through a bunch of unread ones that you didn’t have the heart to answer.

Before you knew it, the familiar monuments and buildings of UT Austin came into view, and the subtle change of scenery from downtown to a more densely packed area made your heart skip a beat. It was the same each time you were back on campus. Which, these days, was often. Sliding out of the seat, you made your way to the front, thanking the driver as the bus came to a complete stop.

The coffee shop was only a short walk from the bus stop but even still you quickened your pace. You didn't want to leave Jeremy alone for long, you already felt bad enough about letting him open by himself. You stifled a yawn as you pushed open the door to the small cafe, leaning your body into the door, slightly cringing at the shrill sound of the bell.

"There you are", a male voice called, making your head snap up. You wiggled your nose, the familiar timbre of your ex-boyfriend's voice ringing in your ears. "It's about time you got your ass down here".

You snickered, shrugging your heavy bag off of your shoulder, and dropping it behind the counter, turning around and greeting him with an unamused smirk.

Jeremy and you had gone out for a few months last year, it was your first and, as of right now, the only short-term relationship that you'd had in college.

Dating your co-worker, even in a relatively small place like the coffee shop on campus, almost always spelled trouble, but Jeremy was not the type to hold something like a failed relationship over your head. He understood that school was a priority for you and making a living for yourself came first, even above something like a relationship. It might not be the healthiest way to live, but it was how it always was.

Jeremy and you had developed a fast friendship, one that went beyond the romantic relationship that you'd had last year. You parted amicably and now, you had someone you could confide in, someone you could trust.

"Why don't you say that to my face?", you teased, raising a brow at him over the milk frother you were setting up.

Jeremy threw his rag down and stalked over to you. "You're snippy this morning", he chided.

You banged into his shoulder playfully, "Doesn't help that I have to see your ugly mug first thing in the morning".

You snorted out a laugh and Jeremy looked at you, feigning defensiveness, "Ouch", he paused, returning back to his post near the coffee machine, "Remind me how we ever went out?".

You scrunched your nose and threw your rag at Jeremy, hitting him square in the face with it, "That was rude".

He shrugged his shoulder, "You started it".

You both devolved into a fit of giggles and fell into a comfortable silence, setting up and getting the coffee shop ready for the day. You had a half-day shift to look forward to and then you had class until the late afternoon. The days were long and the nights were longer.

You usually found yourself nose-deep in your textbooks, more often than not, or some classic novel that was required for class, not moving from the couch until your eyes were red and you were seeing double.

Only then did you retire to sleep, crashing hard until you had to wake up and do it all again the next day.

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The coffee shop had been bustling with people since six in the morning, and at one in the afternoon, it hadn't let up, only now you had to go to class. Waving Jeremy goodbye, you sidestepped Tara, the fourth-year who was covering the rest of the afternoon and closing shift.

You'd crossed the far side of campus, passing by the science building and one of the massive libraries that had acted like a second home to you back when you’d been studying for exams when you were a freshman. You could thank your obnoxious roommates for that one.

Entering the lecture hall, bodies pressed into you as you weaved through the growing crowd, trying to find a spot in the middle where you could see and hear your English professor. But also blend in with the masses. As if the universe had other plans in mind, and everyone suddenly showed up to the Tuesday lecture all at the same time, you found yourself picking a seat near the front, an exasperated groan leaving you.

You hated sitting at the front, not because you didn't want to get called on to answer something or because you didn't know the answers, but because you did. You wanted to get through your four years as quickly and unscathed as possible and if people knew, mainly professors, that you knew more about the subject matter than you needed to, you'd surely get called on more often, making you stick out in ways you didn't want.

It was a terrible curse, going through life with the self-esteem that you did. But it was how you were raised. Blend in. Don't be too loud. Be quiet and only observe. Nerves rapped at your insides when you thought about getting called on when class started. Your heart rate ticked up and you found that your hands were beginning to get clammy, your throat constricting with each breath.

You rubbed your hands up and down your thighs, grounding yourself with the sensation of the material.

With a jump, you sat up straighter in your seat, being jostled from your thoughts by a loud slam. You snapped your head toward the entrance, eying the person who had startled everyone. It was a man carrying a briefcase.

Your lips tilted up at the edges, amusement tickling you when you thought of anyone using a briefcase nowadays. But here this man was, head down as he made his way to the front of the room, toward the desk.

You couldn't help keeping your eyes trained on him. On how his slacks tightened around his butt, moulding to the shape and curve of it. You bit your bottom lip out of reflex, your eyes dragging down the length of the mystery man who had crashed your lecture. Maybe he was a TA? Your brows furrowed when you thought about how your professor was nowhere in sight.

The man with the briefcase placed his case on the desk, turning to face the audience of students who blinked back at him, who now settled down enough to hear him speak. Air caught in your throat when his eyes flicked momentarily to you, and lingered on you for half a second longer than you'd expected. He had massive, warm brown eyes, and soft wrinkles that danced at the edges of his eyes when he smiled, making him seem more boyish than he appeared.

He looked older than a TA would but then again, who were you to judge someone's position in life? You thought that his age did nothing to undermine just how attractive he was, if anything it added to it.

The man, who may or may not have been moonlighting as your English TA cleared his throat, nodding his head, "My name is Joel, well, Professor Miller to most, but 've always been a little bit more informal than my peers".

He began to circle the wooden desk nervously, his large hand finding the edge of it and stroking it far more sensually than necessary. You flexed your fingers, gripping the arm of your seat to stabilize yourself. "So, you can call me Joel from here on out... since we'll be seeing more of each other from now on".

Murmurs began to break out around the lecture hall, and confused and hushed whispers followed.

Professor Miller— Joel, mumbled something incoherent, and you were unable to hear it from where you sat. He cleared his throat again, "Professor McCarthy has taken a leave of absence, so I'll be filling in for him for the remainder of the semester".

You crossed your legs, feeling heat rise and a furious blush break out across your face, and shuffled in your seat, a loud creak emitted from it and you stilled, praying that the loud sound had only been heard by you and no one else. But when you lifted your gaze, Joel's eyes were already locked on you, blown and brimming with cautious inquiry. A touch of a smirk graced his lips.

"And I look forward to getting to know each and every one of you, personally". His eyes were still on you, not ready to release you from their hold.

His tongue darted out to wet his lips and you couldn't help but stare. You had every reason to look away from him, he was your professor and given the clear age difference, he was someone who was off limits. But when he didn't look away from you either, trapping you with his gaze, your face heated up, suddenly aware that he was purposely staring at you.

You swallowed thickly, heart hammering as Joel's eyes finally drifted away from you and back to the faces of your classmates. He continued on with addressing the class, and you noticed that he avoided your eyes for the rest of the lecture.

Only one thought rang through your mind as you tried and failed to focus back on the lecture. This was going to be one long semester.

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saerins · 11 months

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─── 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘

+ gojo satoru x f!readsr | wc 1.8k | content: fluff, slight angst, manga spoilers, friends to lovers, geto is mentioned a lot here, i’m too lazy to proofread !!

notes: i caved , couldn’t help it , i love him and i miss him and i can’t wait for s2 !!! first time writing gojo plus this is word vomit i don’t actually know where i was going with this help :’)

summary: gojo has loved you forever, since back then—and now neither of you can hold back anymore.

“gojo satoru, you’re insane!”

for any normal guy, that’d probably be an insult. but not for this guy, no, because gojo satoru is not normal. he’s anything but. he’s the pinnacle of power in the jujutsu world. has been ever since he was little.

at least, that’s what you came to understand. thanks to suguru.

it’s as if gojo can sense what you’re thinking of, as though he can teleport himself inside that teeny tiny little crevice in your mind and pick out the information he wants. you’re never safe from him, because he always knows what you’re thinking.

it isn’t exactly a bad thing, but sometimes it scares you. being easy to read has never felt so disappointing. not for yourself, no. but because what upsets you, what you try not to think about all the time, is what upsets gojo too.

suguru’s death. his absence.

you wonder if gojo ever took suguru here too, teleported him to the top of the highest skyscraper in tokyo. you wonder if suguru liked the view. then you start to wonder if you could’ve been more for him, whether there was something you could’ve done to be enough.

it’s been a couple years now, and you’d think you would get a little better. but you’re starting to think you never will be. and it’s not like you and suguru were together, no. but you used to dream of it.

you see, you and suguru connected on many of the same levels. but then suguru strayed, and it seemed like the boy you once had eyes for became someone else entirely.

“why the long face?” gojo asks, settling next to you, sitting on the edge of the building where he teleported you to just seconds ago, legs dangling over impending death if any were to fall. well, as long as they didn’t have gojo satoru with them.

old you would’ve seen this as an intrusion. but as it is, gojo has always been there for you. maybe not for selfless reasons, maybe because suguru’s departure didn’t just leave you with a deep scar. you imagine it must be much worse for gojo. because as invincible as he is, even the strongest sorcerer has his weaknesses.

suguru happened to be one of them.

maybe, as much as you need him, maybe gojo satoru needs you too.

he’s been unbearably close most of the time, especially when he’s in the country. and when he’s not, he annoys you consistently over the phone whenever he’s free. and even when he’s not, and then you’re talking to gojo while the monsters are wailing in the background.

gojo’s not very serious most of the time. that’s just the way he is. (he gets very scary when he is serious, but you don’t want to get into that.) mostly he makes jokes about anything and everything, but right now—you turn to look at him, beautiful oceanic eyes hidden by that blindfold—you don’t know which version you’re going to get.

over the years, you’d gotten close to gojo too. enough to know his sweet tooth, enough to know his deep guilt towards suguru. and somehow, after the longest time of only looking at suguru that way, you find yourself questioning what this invisible something between you and gojo is.

not his infinity.

“you ever wonder what life would be like if you weren’t born for this?” you ask, because lately you’ve been feeling this way, feeling like you want to run away from here, run away from this… world.

for a moment, you wish you could be a normal citizen, ignorant to the woes of having to deal with curses, with the woes of having to watch people you know leave this plane far too soon.

you feel gojo’s finger brushing against yours, something that always catches you off guard because he rarely lets his infinity down. your pinkies are intertwined now, and you feel the butterflies forming in your stomach.

“you mean if i didn’t have the six eyes?” gojo grins, and you find yourself wanting to see beyond his blindfold. he rarely takes it down, and you can’t remember the last time you’d seen his eyes.

but you control yourself.

a nod, and gojo hums, contemplating. “if i was a normal guy,” he begins, looking heavenward, and you wonder what he’s really thinking. you don’t have his talent. “i’d hope i was rich.”

you laugh, mirroring his position. “and why would you wanna be rich?”

then, gojo turns back to you, his grin turning into a gentle smile, “so that i could escape with you, take you all around the world with me.”

you find yourself wishing it was true. that he’s a normal guy, and you’re a normal girl. hell, maybe suguru would still be around if it was that way. then you wouldn’t have to spend your time worrying about whether curses would take over the city, wouldn’t go to bed wondering if gojo made it safely back home.

gojo satoru is the strongest sorcerer, yes. but you can’t stop the worries from festering. you can’t stop from thinking that maybe there’s an evil in this world you haven’t seen that’s strong enough to take him away from you too.

after all, when they managed to seal gojo in that box, you thought you’d never see him again. you’ve never felt so powerless, being as weak of a sorcerer as you are, barely being able to help anyone, what more gojo satoru.

“going on an eternal holiday with you all over the world, huh? sounds perfect.”

because it is. because maybe after all this time, after all gojo has done for you—be there for you, become your distraction, become your best friend—maybe you’re ready to let go of what you almost had with suguru after all.

you have someone here, right next to you, who’s perfectly capable of making your heart skip beats and taking care of you even during the times you most feel like shit. sure, he can’t be around all the time, it just comes with the job—but he’s always there when it matters. and you think that’s enough.

gojo thinks you’re beautiful in this light, he doesn’t regret bringing you here. can’t say the same for you though, because he’s been teleporting you all around japan today—you’ve been especially mopey lately. and because it’s been ages since he’s spent time like this with you.

he missed you. a lot.

after all, he’s been in love with you ever since he was eighteen. he’s been attracted to you ever since he met you. but back then you had eyes for his best friend, so he bottled all his feelings up.

but then everything with suguru happened way too fast, leaving you heartbroken, apart from gojo himself. and maybe it was selfish of him but you were the only other person he could throw himself on that would be of any use for the heartache he didn’t want.

he wanted you to lean on him, and he wanted to lean on you too.

is he wrong for wondering if, after all this time, you’re ready to let go of whatever it was with suguru?

“satoru,” you call, and gojo flinches slightly at the contact between your fingers and his cheek. you have two fingers on his blindfold. “can i?”

honestly, he’d let you do anything if you asked. he keeps his happy-go-lucky facade up, grinning and baring his teeth, “go ahead.”

the way you take off his blindfold is painfully slow, like you’re careful about treading on this line, afraid that you’d cross some sort of boundary. but he’s always wanted you to, eagerly, patiently waiting for you.

it’s been over ten years now, and his feelings for you are still the way they’ve always been. you’ve always been special, you are.

you tie his blindfold around your wrist; you can keep it for all he cares. he wants to give you his shirts too, wants to see you covered in everything that’s his. is that too much?

his white lashes flutter slowly as you lean in, his breathing getting shallower the closer you are—you can feel his breath against your lips and you’re sure he’s using his infinity to surround you, to make sure you don’t fall. physically. but you think he wants you to fall, for him.

and you’re too weak to deny it any longer.

you want to let yourself fall into it, into gojo satoru, no matter how dangerous it may be and no matter how much weaker you are in comparison. that’s why your lips press against his, and you’re right, because he kisses you back, with urgency, with his tongue prying your lips apart and his heads on the back of your neck pulling you closer.

satoru pulls you in, lets you straddle him on the edge, asks for more when you pull away. his “no, no, no, don’t go,” so needy, whiny—it’s almost like you can feel his yearning from ever since a decade ago.

when satoru finally lets you pull back, his lips shiny from your touch, the blue in his eyes sparkle against the sunlight and you chuckle, pulling the bangs of his hair backwards, admiring how childlike he looks right now.

“you’re so pretty, satoru.”

he cocks a brow, smirking. “you’re one to talk,” because he thinks you’re the prettiest thing he ever laid eyes on. to gojo, you’re everything that’s good; he wants to have you, keep you, love you, he’ll fucking spoil you silly, he doesn’t care.

now that he knows you reciprocate? he’ll make sure he protects you even more now, makes sure that he’ll make time for you whenever possible. this means he gets to be with you, rest with you, be around you—if he’s being too much you’ll tell him off anyway, that’s how you are.

he likes you the way you are. he always has.

now he gets to love you.

fuck, he’s excited.

“i’m never gonna let you go, you know that?” satoru tells you, grinning, boyish and innocent, because he’s only ever been able to fully let his guard down around you. only you.

it’s infectious; you’re falling. and you like it. it feels like you’re on cloud nine, like you’re floating, like he’s—like he’s fucking carrying you while you’re falling from the top of the skyscraper because he’s still the same gojo satoru who’s cheeky as hell and loves to get under your skin.

you scream and punch him on his chest continuously, not that it hurts him. he’s laughing, that devil. then he teleports you both to the ground instead, still laughing. tears form at the corners of your eyes—you’re pouting, and god you’re so beautiful.

“don’t be scared, baby, i told you i’m never gonna let you go,” he winks and you punch him, hard. he winces this time.

“gojo satoru, you’re fucking insane. i hate you.”

“you’re a horrible liar, baby.”

you are. because you love him. dearly. no matter how infuriating he is sometimes.

you roll your eyes. “you’re lucky i like you, satoru.”

he grins, because yes, he knows. he knows he’s lucky. and he’ll make sure he keeps this luck, forever.

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jongseongsnudes · 11 months

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twenty two.

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“you and sunghoon seem... close.”

“i- i wouldn’t say we’re close...” you clear your throat, trying to sound as normal as possible in front of the questioning man, “we just try to be civil.”

“right,” he sounds sceptical, a hint of sarcasm in his tone but nonetheless, the man leans over, draping his arm over your shoulder, “my poor fiancé, it must be so tiring being park sunghoon’s sister. don’t worry, you have me now.”

you could only smile in return, your hands gripping for dear life onto the poor table cloth.

after sunghoon’s little one man act earlier, beomgyu had been quite suspicious of your real relationship with your step brother. the man kept asking questions, especially about your engagement ring that you didn’t even know sunghoon had with him.

“i- i’m going to use the bathroom.”

you manage to leave the crowded function hall after successfully convincing beomgyu to stay behind, running away like you’ve done something wrong. like you were guilty.

but you needed to get away, to get away from everyone’s gawking eyes for a while.

thankfully the halls were empty, besides the few workers passing by. you could finally breath, like a normal person, your body immediately less tense in the much quieter setting.

but not even a second later that you feel someone grab your wrist, yanking you right into the elevator as you pass by. you didn’t need to look to know who the culprit was because no one in this place dared to grab you like this.

besides one person.

“sunghoon what the-” your words are left ignored as the elevator doors close, trapping you inside with your step brother and one other guest.

you stand side by side in complete silence behind the guest, the chill elevator music ironically not keeping you chill at all. while you’re confused as ever, sunghoon doesn’t seem one bit phased by the possibility of being caught together like this. especially by mr park or your husband to be, who were already suspicious enough tonight.

instead of feeling more at ease once the guest exits on level 25, you begin to feel more nervous than ever, the air within the lift seemingly getting thicker by the second. to make things worse, you could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move.

“sunghoon why did you pull me in here- hm!”

everything happened way too quick for your brain to register. one minute you’re speaking, the next sunghoon had literally pounced onto you, cornering you against the wall, his lips already on yours.

he kisses you hard, like he’s desperate, like he wants to taste every part of you and although you’re concerned about your current whereabouts... you kiss him right back.

how could you not, you’ve been waiting all week for this.

it feels so wrong to kiss him but so right at the same time. it’s as if the world around you had completely stopped, like nothing else mattered in that moment but you and him.

he pulls away slightly when you grasp onto his button up, his lips now hovering over yours teasingly. the man was a tease, an expert if you could say so yourself, something you’ve unfortunately been on the receiving end way too many times before, “hi, mrs choi to be.”

gulp, talk about feeling guilty.

*ding*

your heart stops at the sound of the elevator doors opening, the number 40 printed clearly on the screen. top floor.

everything is screaming at you to stop, to press that ground floor button and return to the party where you should be. but you can’t, your body seemingly moving on its own, already stepping out to follow your step brother down the empty hallway.

he stops right at the end, at two large double doors. the thought of what could potentially happen behind those doors has you halting your steps, something sunghoon immediately noticed.

“you scared?”

you know he’s just taunting you, like he always is but like every time, you fall right into his games.

“sunghoon everyone’s going to wonder where i am-”

the man doesn’t let you finish your sentence, instead swiping his key card and stepping inside like he knew you’d follow. and fortunately for him, you really do.

he swoops in and kisses you almost immediately, knocking you right off your feet. you could feel him smiling against your lips at how startled you must’ve looked, something your poor heart definitely couldn’t handle seeing him do.

in a swift move, the man carries you up into his hold, with your legs now dangling at his sides. your arms are quick to embrace his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he brings you over to the couch, where he sits down with you comfortably on his lap. the position causes the slit on your gown to rise up, gradually revealing more and more of your bare skin.

“beomgyu is downstairs... maybe we should head down soon?”

“you keep saying these things but you followed me in here princess,” he chuckles, like he’s so entertained by your worried state, “it’s just you and me. you don’t need to act like you don’t want me to fuck you right now.”

“sunghoon!”

you hide your face into the crook of his neck, completely embarrassed by his choice of such crude words... and at the fact that he was right.

park sunghoon had been on your mind all week, scenes of you and him played over and over in your mind like a broken record. the way he held you, the way he kissed you, it seemed like it was all you could think about.

but he didn’t need to know this, not with how full of himself he was already.

“so pretty,” he says, his voice an octave lower as he nudges your chin up with his finger, making you look at him, “you look so pretty tonight.”

and you’re left speechless, completely stunned at his unexpected compliment. it was like there’s a different person in front of you compared to the cocky man from a moment before, a different park sunghoon. his gaze, his smile, his words, all seem genuine, like he meant it.

“you’re lucky you’re poor,” he suddenly laughs, his new set of words confusing you dearly, “you wouldn’t be able to survive in this world with how naïve you are.”

and poof, the cocky sunghoon had returned.

“what the-”

“someone calls you pretty and you’re immediately blushing. you’re too soft for this world princess.”

a huff escapes your lips at the audacity this man had, the urge to punch him rising inside of you at an alarming rate but you manage to stop yourself. not like you could fight the 6ft man anyway.

*ring ring ring*

“oh. look who it is,” your step brother scoffs at the name flashing on his screen, a smirk now appearing at the ends of his lips.

“where is my fiancé?”

your eyes widen at every single one of those words, the person’s angry voice loud and clear over the phone. you immediately look at sunghoon, silently pleading for him to come up with some bullshit story but of course sunghoon being sunghoon, does the complete opposite instead.

“she’s a little... occupied. want to leave a message, my dear brother in law?”

oh shit.

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A fresh start (3) - Where to Captain?

Summary: The world is safe. Thanos is gone. What now?

Pairing: Pre-Endgame!Steve Rogers x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, plus-sized reader, virgin reader, fluff, falling in love

A/N: Please consider I don’t care about the timeline of Endgame.

Written for my 16.666 followers celebration. Requested by @elle14-blog1

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Three years after you meet, …

You and Steve cleaned up alone as so often after the latest meeting. It was an exhausting one, filled with tears and sad stories. You were emotionally drained and needed to tell yourself not to cry or overthink things.

“What’s on your mind, doll?” Steve seemed to read your mind when he softly spoke to you. “It was the one story about the girl losing her grandmother, right?”

You nodded and choked out a sob. “I didn’t lose granny because of the blip but I felt the girl’s pain, you know. It was like I heard my story being told by someone else.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he tried to comfort you with a hug and soft words. Steve always made you feel better after a bad day, and you tried your best to return the favor.

“It’s not your fault that my granny got sick and died, Stevie,” you wrapped your arms tightly around his waistline and snuggled into his chest. “I wish she had the chance to meet you. Granny would’ve loved you.”

“I would’ve loved your granny too, doll,” he kissed the top of your head, making you sigh. “How about I invite you for dinner? I wanted to talk about something with you and, it’s our third anniversary as friends.”

“Something important?” You lifted your head to meet Steve’s gaze. He looks torn, and a little scared too. You didn’t know back then what he was about to tell you, but you knew something was about to happen.

You only feared you’d lose Steve too. He was the only constant in your life, and you didn’t think you’d survive living without him. Not after you lost your heart to the kind super-soldier.

“Doll, we need to talk about something,” he held your hand a little tighter when you choked out a sob. You feared that he’d tell you that you couldn’t be friends any longer, or that another monster would try to tear the world apart.

You didn’t know what would be worse…

“Okay,” you sniffled and tried to put a brave face on. “Just tell me, Stevie. I can take it. If you don’t want to be friends anymore, I’ll understand.”

“God no, Y/N,” Steve brought you into his lap and wrapped you in a hug. “Doll, it’s the opposite. I can’t imagine not having you in my life.” He kissed your forehead and sighed. “It’s just that…”

“What is it, Stevie? Are you in trouble? Do you need my help?”

“We know how to undo the blip…” You stiffened in his hold. It wasn’t that you didn’t want the people to get their loved ones back. But if Steve undid the blip, will he even remember you?

“Will you forget me if you do?” You choked out a sob. “Will you? Is this like in the movies when you turn back time and don’t love me anymore? Because I love you and I don’t want to imagine I’ll forget about you.”

“No, doll,” he smiled and cupped your face. “Wait. Did you say you love me?” Steve’s eyes filled with tears when you murmured these three words he longed to hear for the longest time. “I love you too.”

He pressed his lips to yours. Steve kissed you before, but only as a friend. You didn’t dare to dream of feeling his lips on yours. “I promise I won’t forget you. This is not how we will do this.”

“Steve, I’m scared,” you gripped his hand on your face tightly. You’ve been friends with him for years, always hoping for more. Grief and self-doubts kept Steve from making a move on you. He feels strongly for you, but all he can think of is bringing all the people he failed to save. “What if Thanos is too strong? What if you lose this fight?”

“We will get the stones, and undo the blip,” he whispered against your lips. “And after, I’ll take you out on a proper date like a gentleman.”

You laughed at his words. Steve could be so old-fashioned sometimes.

“Why are you crying?” He asked when you fought to blink the tears away.

How could you tell him that this was the best and the worst day of your life at the same time?

Steve is the kind of man who feels responsible for the world. Even more so after they failed to stop Thanos. If you told him that day that you didn’t want him to risk it all for the world, you would’ve felt like the worst person ever.

“Promise me that you’ll come back. I don’t want to lose you after I finally find you.”

Steve kissed you again, slowly, and deeply. He took his time, fighting not to ask you for more at this very moment. “I’ll always come back to you, Y/N. I swear…”

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Analysis: Mike Jumping Off a Cliff in S1

Because it’s all I’ve thought about for the past few months.

TW: suicide mention

(Sorry if everything I’m about to say has already been said.)

Mike jumps off a cliff in episode six. At this point in the story, the majority of the town thinks that Will died by falling from the quarry, and it’s possibly been implied that Hopper originally thought Will jumped rather than fell.

Mike, however, knows Will is actually alive, and he’s dedicating all his time to finding him. He even befriended El solely because he thought she could help him find Will.

Then he got into a fight with Lucas, and their argument, at its core, was about Lucas thinking that Mike isn’t doing enough to help Will. Now, Lucas won’t talk to him.

After that fight, Mike got mad at Eleven and yelled at her, which drove her away. This means he currently has no way of saving Will, and on top of that, El, whom he’s made it his job to protect, is now wandering around, by herself, while people are trying to hunt her down and kill her. It’s likely that he feels he’s failed two of his friends, and to make matters worse, someone else he cares about even blames him for one of these “failures.”

When Troy tells Mike to either jump off the cliff or watch him hurt Dustin, Mike is at a point where he feels that he has no one else he’s capable of protecting. From his perspective, Dustin is the only person whom he can actually help, and keeping others safe is his one purpose. If he can’t save Will or El, he has nothing to live for, but if he can save Dustin by jumping off that cliff, he has something to die for.

Mike also doesn’t even try to negotiate with Troy; he makes no objections. It takes him less than nine seconds to decide to go along with it. Then, he walks slowly toward the edge of the cliff but doesn’t come to a stop until he’s on the edge, and he waits there for twenty seconds before jumping. Based on his body language, I think he hesitates not because he’s still deciding whether he’s going to jump but rather, because he’s scared. I also think the fact that he didn’t try to come up with an alternative to himself dying is a sign that at least part of him actually wanted to die — that he wasn’t just doing it because he felt he had to.

Now, the fact that this scene takes place at the quarry, of all places, is obviously significant. It could have happened anywhere in any way — Mike didn’t have to jump off the same cliff everyone thought Will fell/jumped from, toward the same water they’d found Will’s “body” in. But the writers wanted it to be clear that Mike jumped primarily because he felt guilty for not saving Will and that while other characters tried to make it seem like Will’s “death” was an accident, Mike’s own death would have been on purpose — a suicide. Hopper’s lines to Joyce, “Our working theory right now is that Will…crashed his bike. He…made his way to the quarry, and, uh…accidentally fell in,” were designed to contrast Mike’s purposeful jumping from the cliff. The audience is supposed to wonder why a twelve year old boy was so willing to kill himself.

Speaking of the police’s theory of how Will died — if it had been correct, and if Mike had died too, the boys’ deaths would have almost completely matched up. Both Mike and Will would have abandoned their respective bikes in the woods to run from a posed threat; both of them would have gone straight to the quarry afterward; both of them would have fallen/jumped from the edge, and both of their bodies would have been found in the water below. These parallels would not exist if they weren’t important.

Bonus: the camera shots after Will and Mike (and Dustin) leave their respective bikes parallel each other:

Additionally, in season two, episode one, Ted says to Mike, “So, if your friend jumps off a cliff, you’re gonna jump too?” He’s paraphrasing a common expression because he has no actual fatherly wisdom to give, as per usual, so I initially thought this was a throwaway line only meant to remind the audience how useless he is. However, while the line does serve that purpose, it’s not a throwaway from the writers; it has a point to it.

Mike knew, when he jumped off the quarry, that Will himself hadn’t actually jumped or fallen from it, but regardless, it’s plausible that, at the time, he was thinking about Will and the fact that Will’s fake body had been found there. And if Mike had died that day, the town likely would have assumed he did it because he wanted to “join” his friend by dying in the same way he did.

“So, if your friend jumps off a cliff, you’re gonna jump too?” is intended to remind the audience that Mike has some major issues that have yet to be resolved.

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Chances are? (II)

Jake Lockley x F!Reader, Mentions of Marc and Steven

Summary: The Moon boys need to figure out who else is with them. And you needed to figure out why the hell you’re eating this pasta alone.

A/N: Thank you so much for liking part one to this series!

Warnings: Angsty fluff?. Sorry. 🥲 also, not proofread because I am outside right now hehe.

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You couldn’t understand whether you should be pissed, sad or embarrassed. Possibly all of the above if you were being honest with yourself.

If the walk of shame from your table to the cashier of the restaurant weren’t enough, the fact that you ate both meals alone while the other customers stared occasionally were. Maybe you really shouldn’t have pushed forward with his stare at you.

God what is wrong with me, I should’ve just shut up.

As you exit the restaurant’s door back to the less busy streets of London, you nearly jump at the passing bus that you missed. Chirsts, can this night get any worse??

Now, Jake on the other hand was internally freaking out as Steven and Marc went back and forth with one another in their flat.

“Mate, what date is it??” Steven paces back and forth while he places his tea back down on the table.

Marc switches and talks to Steven, “I- I don’t know! Tuesday?!” He frantically rubs his hair. Clearly, they were losing it again.

“Gah, Marc! There is someone else!!?” Steven switches back, grabbing the tea abrubtly and taking a swig. The tea said ‘calming’ but it wasn’t doing jack shit to calm him down.

“Well that is the only way we can explain it!”

“Who was that woman back there??”

They banter like a tennis match for what seemed to be forever. Marc constantly jitters and worries about what they’ve been doing while they were knocked out. Steven is on his fourth calming tea bag that, again, isn’t helping.

If it wasn’t for Jake feeling sorry for the guys, he would have stayed quiet. But alas, they poked his heart.

“Alright, alright, alright, Already!” Jake’s voice booms through the mirror nearby causing both Steven and Marc to interrogate.

Jake’s darker and less enthused features looked back onto them.

“Will you bozos just calm down before we go into cardiac arrest?” Jake pinches the bridge of his nose, not getting any reaction from the two other than an agape mouth. Shocked at the idea that there truly was another one. “I’m Jake-“

“AHA! That’s what that woman back at the cafe called up!” Steven basically booms out like a horn, making Marc tense up and look back at Jake in the reflection.

“That woman, back there was (your name). She is a fantastic person and I’m pretty sure we scared her or made her hate us. Thanks for screwing that up.”

Marc and Steven were visibly confused at the thought that their body was out and about with a girl. What if Layla saw? This was making things all too confusing.

“Sorry but, you’re going out with other women??” Marc points his finger at the reflection, “without our knowledge?” Steven adds flame onto the fire, “What if Layla saw us out there, hm? What if that just so happens!?” Marc was in a place one could understand. His wife and him had just began rekindling their relationship, and here was his new alter putting it on the line.

“You do know about Layla? Right?” Steven intervenes, trying to figure out how long Jake has been with them.

“I know about everything. Unlike you folk, I shut up when needed.” Jake turns around and shakes his head, “I also constantly save us when either one of you put us on the brink of death.”

Marc and Steven began putting two and two together, all that bloodshed in Cairo. In the streets of the moutain tops with Harrow. It was Jake.

“That doesn’t make it better. You should have told us.” Steven’s words make Jake glance back at them with a more understanding look upon his face.

He would have told them. He would have let them know about him and about how Khonshu is still controlling them but— you came. He did not want the pressure of only having you for certain times and when his alters found it appropriate. He wanted to shelter the relationship (platonic or otherwise) between the two of you. He couldn’t lose the only thing that made him feel sane, connected and humbled down. He just couldn’t lose you. And judging by the way Marc and Steven were infuriated by the thought, hiding himself and you was the best idea he had.

“I just… it isn’t easy.” Jake rubs the nape of his neck.

Marc wasn’t having it, “Easy?? What about my wife, pal?!” He nears himself to the reflection. “What is she gonna think when I disappear often again?? When she spots me with that woman??”

“Have fucking care on how you speak about her!” Jake nearly breaks the glass from the inside.

“I am just starting to get my life on track and you are fucking it up!” As the two fought, Steven stayed silent. He wanted to be angry, he adored Layla with all his heart and it felt like they were finally headed the right direction. But the woman’s eyes tainted his thoughts, how she genuinely seemed to care about them. How he couldn’t help but remember her in flashbacks as well, one way or another. Maybe she acted as Jake’s anchor. God knows any one of them needed a guide.

“Sorry lads to interject but-“ Before Steven could calm their nerves, a doorbell chimes.

You weren’t sure whether confronting Jake was the best thing to do tonight. But, you wouldn’t be able to sleep otherwise. Yeah, you had work tomorrow but your mental heath was important too.

You didn’t want to get angry, truly you didn’t. But as your feelings cloud your better judgement, all you knew was one thing: You showed a romantic side of you and he blew you off. Whether or not that was the case didn’t matter to you.

So as the lift takes you to the shared floor you and Jake had, you promptly made your way to his door. Ironic how you were just here a few hours ago with fluffy nonsense, excited to go to the movies, while now you’re here with anger and embarrassment.

As your fingers press the bell, instead of knocking, you couldn’t help but hear the chatter inside die down.

“Let me fucking front.” Jake was adamant on letting them give him control, “She is going to be expecting me.”

“Maybe she shouldn’t.” Marc spits back at him. “I have to let her down, I can’t risk losing Layla just cause of her.” The man couldn’t help but villainize you, he had the woman of his dreams with him again and his alters crush wasn’t going to ruin it.

“Marc, you better fucking not!”

Marc pays no mind, he unlocks the door, opening as he comes face to face with you.

As if by sudden magic, he halts in his tracks. She was an absolute gem, alright. He didn’t know if Jake was influencing his thoughts as he stared at you. But he couldn’t help but think, If they were considered to be the moon, you were the goddamn sun. Maybe Jake’s thoughts were influencing him because his angry demeanor disappears. She was no Layla, but she wasn’t an enemy either.

Before he could speak, she begans voicing out her distaste.

“I was at the damn restaurant looking like a damn idiot…”She pushes past Marc and enters the flat, you didn’t have any sense of boundaries or calmness right now. “…Having the damn staff and fellow customers shoot sad glances at my damn face!” Her words slowly picked up the pace and volume.

“Listen-“ Marc manages to speak but gets cut off again.

“No! You listen, Jake.” That name sounded so vulgar, Jake felt his chest pang. Her feet brought her near him, while her finger was pointing to Marc’s chin. “I tried-, fucking tried, to hide my feelings for you because it would put our friendship on the line!”

Marc was taken aback and so was Steven, but no one was more taken than Jake. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. You were openly admitting you liked him, like it was no big deal. And he couldn’t even properly react.

“…But, leaving me there? I mean I know I wasn’t being sly about the movie date but come the fuck on!” Your entire face was slowly turning red, you didn’t verbally tell him you liked him—but the entire movie date idea was a dead giveaway. “And puttin’ on a fake accent just so you could leave and forget your cap??” You grab his cap from your pocket and clasp it in his hands.

Tears were slowly welling up in your eyes and Marc couldn’t really communicate because he had no idea how to. His ‘putting her down’ idea slipped away because now he could see that Jake and you truly had a bond. For what its worth, a romantic one, it seemed.

He didn’t want to give Jake the power again because it could make more trouble. But, goddamn, you looked so hurt he felt compelled to.

“…you….” Slowly, you stepped back, “…You could have just told me you didn’t feel the same way.”

That was it. The words that made Jake leave the backseat and take control, yet again. “Angelita, no. No no no no.” His arms coo you in and push you into his chest, you had no other choice than to rest on him. Tears flooding his sweater as you hands ball up on his chest.

“I had no idea you.. you felt that way.” He places his chin on your head, “Angelita, please- You have no idea how much you make me feel.” Jake blurts out, no regret whateoever. ‘Feel’ implied a lot of things, but for Jake it meant the general sense. He finally knew what emotions were, with you. He finally understood what Marc and Steven felt when they were around Layla. All in all, he felt at home. He wanted you to understand he felt the exact same way. To see those pretty eyes fill with joy rather than tears.

“Don’t lie to me-“ You sniff into his chest, “Why’d you have that fake accent? Why’d you leave, huh?” Your voice was faltering but it didn’t matter.

“Its… more complicated.” Jake sighs as his fingers rub small circles on your arm and cheek. He wasn’t ready to share it all, heck he wasn’t even ready for his feelings to spill yet here we are.

But you were conflicted, you may have heard him say he felt the same but you weren’t sure. As much as you wanted to hug him, kiss him even— you were frozen with your own thoughts.

Then, the door unlocks. Showing a curly beauty with the deepest chocolate eyes. Your head snaps to the direction and immediately shake at the thought. Jake wasn’t ready to face Layla, he never was. But it was too late.

“Marc?”

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Sorry! Sorry! Another cliffhanger…

These types a stories make my heart clench and make it hard to not think about.

Also: what would you guys think if she turns into an avatar herself? Cause I have a spicy idea 🥹

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dontbesoweirdkira · 2 years

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So you have anymore hc for yandere top gun, like which ones are a little more dark and will kidnap you and have delusions and which are strictly a watch from a-far type

A/N: Ugh yes! As much as I try to pretend I don’t like yandere lovers, I’m a sucker for this stuff!! Thanks for the request and patience as I get these works out. <33

Characters: I’m going to do Rooster and Bob because I feel as though Hangman and Phoenix are happy mediums and I don’t wanna be repetitive. I can do something if you’d really like. Just send it in.

Requests: open! Only for top gun at the moment.

Rooster

Rooster is definitely the most delusional out of the main four. Come on, you cannot convince me otherwise.

Everything he’s doing, he’s doing it for you. You know he’s just protecting you, right? He’s lost enough in his life, his dad, mom, and almost his uncle Mav. That cannot happen to you. No no no! He would not allow that to happen.

He’s not always aware of his actions when it comes to you. It’s like he’s in a trance, you make him do crazy things. Your safety, love, and attention comes before anything and anyone. He truly doesn’t give a shit about his job if that means you’re safe.

He thinks about locking you up as soon as his infraction starts. Why must you be so close and friendly to others? Why can’t you be more cautious when you’re in the air? Actually, why the fuck did you want to become a pilot, this shit is too dangerous. You’re going to get hurt, they’re gonna hurt you.

He’s seriously convinced that the other pilots are out to get you and that you’re too naive to see it. This is just basically Bradley’s competitive rivalry with the others projected onto you.

Bradley knows that locking you up is going to be difficult, you have responsibilities to attend to. If the military commands you to do something, then you must do it…your disappearance would be questioned and then led back to him.

Like I’ve mentioned in my other Yandere post, he’s not afraid to get his hands dirty and get you in trouble. He’ll get those fucking wings taken away if that means he can keep you safe.

He’ll probably hype you up and get you into a position where there’s of tons of responsibility. You have a deadline and you’re in charge of the whole crew. He’ll act like he’s helping you but in reality he’s passing you the wrong information, relaying false messages to others, destroying paperwork. This bitch has no chill at all, by the end of it everyone is screwed over so badly and all the fingers point back to you.

Once you’re done, he’s right by your side. Bradley is seemingly the only one that wants you to hear you out. Bradshaw makes you feel so much better, he’s your best friend and the only one who will ever be there for you. He invites you over to his place for some beers to relax and forget about everything. It was such a nice night full of laughter and fun…but honestly you cannot remember much else that went on.

Next thing you know, you woke up and now you’re locked in his bedroom😀

You may panic now.

Now he’s not one to get physical with you. I don’t see him actually wanting to slap or hurt you but he definitely has bursts of anger. Like he’s so overwhelmed and just wants you to calm down, he’ll just yell at you to get you to shut up. He doesn’t mean it, but why can’t you just understand you’re here for your own safety?? Huh?

Bradley is hella scary I’m sorry. This man is tall and has a rather large frame, he’s so intimidating, even when he’s bent down to your level. You can see the delusion and hurt in his eyes. He’s unstable.

“Y/N, WOULD YOU JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR A MINUTE. I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU. GOSH WHY ARE YOU SO-“

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just want you to stop crying, please stop crying. Look I know you’re scared and this situation seems bad but I promise you, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Please y/n just- STOP CRYING. THEY WERE GOING TO GET YOU KILLED AND I JUST-“

Yeah that’s what you’re dealing with. It’s even worse if yelling makes you cry even more and he’s just super overstimulated and doesn’t know what to do.

Once you both calmed down, he’s trying his hardest to convince you that you were in danger and that he’s keeping you here for your safety. He’ll go through great lengths to convince you. Stories and interactions are all fabricated and over exaggerated, and by the end of it you’re starting to question the relationships you had with people.

He doesn’t have you chained to the bed or anything, you can explore his bedroom. He’s removed anything that should be used as a weapon and has basically baby proofed it so he’s not worried. You can go through his stuff. I don't see him as someone being upset by that, he only cares about you hurting yourself. Besides he’s been fairly open about his life with you anyways.

He’d eventually let you roam around the house once you gain his full trust, by this point he’s already broken you in pretty much, you already showing signs of Stockholm syndrome and codependency.

But there’s rules, you cannot go into the kitchen, you’re not allowed into the backyard without his company, don’t mess with the fireplace, if you cannot reach something….please just ask.

There’s tons more but they are all just to keep you safe. He’ll get grumpy if you don’t obey them.

Speaking more about codependency, he basically cuts your contact with most people off. He wants you to the point where you follow him around like a lost puppy. He’s your protector, and he wants you to be able to come to him for anything. Only Maverick, and your very close family are allowed to talk to you. But you have to convince your family that you’re happy and healthy with him. If you’re showing signs of restraint towards him, you are not seeing any of them.

If you are trying to escape and get away from him, he has a far tighter grip, cameras are installed, you’re not allowed out of the room unless he’s with you, hes a bit more aggressive and argumentative. It’s not as much of a fun time.

Bob

Definitely the watch from the afar type. He’s fairly delusional as well. He knows his feelings towards you are wrong but he doesn’t care. You’re an urge he cannot shake.

Bob never really interacts socially unless he’s asked to or he knows it’s appropriate to. Most of the time he really just doesn’t have much input and doesn’t know what to exactly say. He enjoys just watching other people be in their natural habitat and have fun rather than needing to actually participate.

He most likely was like this as a kid as well, very observant. His mom or something probably kept him inside all of the time and he just watched the other kids play and have fun. He does give me the vibe he’s lacking some social development.

He loves watching you, especially when you’re playing different games like pool, poker, or chess. It’s so nice to see you so excited and focused. He’s learned so much about your personality and the things that make you happy. Most of the things he’s learned and gathered about you has been through observation.

I could see him staring daggers into whoever has your attention. He clenched his fist and grinds his teeth, He’s not really going to do anything but he so much wants to get rid of them.

He wish he was a lot more like Hangman or Coyote, smooth and Charismatic like them. He could just swoop in and take your attention away from em. That frustrates him more than anything.

-00% stalks you all the time. He’s surprisingly swift and careful when following you around. He loves to take pictures of you and save them to his computers and hard drives.

He easdrops on your conversations and phone calls just to see who you’re close to, what’s wrong, ect. Probably has access to all your social media, messages, and devices. He just wants to keep tabs and know everything he can about you.

I do see him as a kidnapping type as well. For Rooster he wants to keep you safe but Bob? He doesn’t exactly know why he wants to take you.

Can you imagine it? Like halfway through he’s like “wait fuck what am I supposed to do with them?”

Not really sure how he’d pull it off but it’d most likely be on impulse and very sloppy.

When you’re finally at his place, and you wake up he’s pacing around the room and is freaking out. Bro just committed a crime. :D

His face is recognizable, you’ve seen him looking at you from the corner of your eyes, you’ve even tried to speak to him on occasion but it never really went anywhere.

He’s not an irritable person, he understands you’re gonna scream and cry. He’ll let you do that and try to calm you down. He never raises his voice at you. Bob’s very gentle and is such a good boy.

He’s not super strict, he’ll get you anything you ask, he’d do anything for you. I’m serious Robert is not very hard to convince, you have honestly most of the power in the relationship. He worships you. Please love him.

He doesn’t keep you in one room and doesn’t really have tons of rules. His darling is most likely a kind and non confrontational type of person. Pretty easy going so he doesn’t have that much fear of you attacking him or something.

The house has been changed to what he thinks is your liking, it’s filled with all your interest, replicas of nicnacs from your own place, games and your favorite foods. If there’s something you’d like or you just want to redecorate…by all means. It’s basically your house now.

With this said, don’t be foolish and underestimate him. He looks scrawny and dorky but he’s very fit and has formal training. He can apprehend you with ease. Don’t try to run away and force him to chain you up. He doesn’t want to but those chains are so pretty on you. He’ll scold you like an upset mother and just watch you for hours while you sit in those lovely metal chains.

Does withdraw food and sometimes water as a punishment but not to the point of starvation or dehydration, just enough where you cave into his delusions.

“Y/n, I know this is a bit hard…I-it’s hard on me too. But don’t you ever dare run away again. It’s dangerous out there and you didn’t even ask me for permission. It’s late anyways and there’s horrible things that happen at night. I’ve done so much for you and I’ve given you so much and you try to repay me by this?? you’re going to be grounded for a few hours.”

Did I mention he’s a worried mom? Yes. He literally speaks like one. 😭 He’s always checking on you, cooking food, has tons of medicine just in case anything happens, probably even has a parental lock on your phone. He mimics his own overprotective parents a lot.

He is a bit forceful with physical contact. Bob doesn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, he's just a bit awkward. He’ll give you tons of kisses, hugs and cuddles. You’re loved. He wants you to feel loved the best way he knows how since his words are a bit hard to get out.

I need to make a general Yandere headcanon so I can go more in depth for him, pronto. Hold on

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Midnight Runner 3

18+ Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Summary: What's worse than crushing on someone at a time like this? Falling in love with them.

Warnings: season 4 canon scenes just fruitier, background ronance, mentions of steves bloody wounds, hurt/comfort, love confessions (kinda), emotional heart to hearts

word count: 11k

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Eddie was scared of 2 things, currently: spending his life in prison… and dying at the hands of an evil wizard from another dimension. So when he got into the boat with Nancy and Robin, the last thing he expected was to develop a 3rd fear:

Losing Steve.

They got out into the middle of the lake and the compass started to freak the fuck out, Robin radioed back to Dustin to say his theory was right and before he could even reply, Steve was taking off his shoes and socks.

“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy wants to stop him before he makes any stupid decisions thank god.

“Somebody’s gotta go down and check this out… unless one of you three can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for 3 years, it’s gotta be me,” he says, so matter-of-factly, rubbing it in that he was the brawn to their brains. “No complaints. Alright?”

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Eddie doesn’t fight it, he simply takes everything out of the shopping bag he’s been carrying around in his pocket— it had his smokes and a lighter, and all his snacks were gone now. “I do not wanna go down there…”

Steve was going to want to see under the water, and the flashlight wasn’t going to like being wet, so he wrapped it in the plastic bag and tied it real good. Steve’s done nothing but feed him and worry for his safety these last few days, Eddie was going to repay him by protecting him. From the boat. There’s no way he’s going down there with him.

Steve takes his sweater off, Nancy stares at his chest with a look of admiration… he was her first time, she’s always going to look at him a certain way. Robin caught that, staring back at Nancy with a smile that screamed just how fond she was of Nance after getting to know her better these last few days. Eddie watches it all happen, everyone is looking at someone else, they were a party that cared for one another first and foremost. It was nice. It felt like a family.

“Hey,” Eddie gets Steve’s attention to hand him the flashlight. Steve, ever the flirt, smirks and says hey right back to him. Eddie wants to smile back and say something about him stripping and putting on a show for everyone but there’s this anxious feeling gnawing at his stomach and he can only reply with: “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Steve replies, tossing his shirt to Eddie.

First, he shows up in track pants with that ass, then he admits to liking him and now he’s shirtless and deliciously lit by the moonlight… Eddie takes a cigarette out of the pack and places it in his mouth because sweet Jesus Harrington was pretty. Just as he flicks his lighter, robin takes the cig from his mouth and tosses it in the water. “Gross.”

Eddies about to say something when Steve starts to stretch and hype himself up, they all notice he’s about to jump and Nancy cuts him off. “Steve…” she panics, making him turn around. She gives him the softest expression he’s seen from her in a long time.

She can’t verbalize that she still cares for him because what would that mean? They’re exes, and she has a boyfriend… at least, kinda? Robin said Nancy seemed to be having issues with him, so is this all just a way to get over him? She can’t tell him she cares about him, but she can ask him to “be careful.”

He gives her a little nod and then flashes his attention to Eddie. It’s a mere millisecond of his time, but it says everything. I’ll be back for you.

Before anyone can say anything else, Steve jumps off the boat and into the water. They grip onto the boat and stay completely still as statues, hoping the stele frame will even itself back out on the lake, and eventually, it does.

All three of them are on edge for the same, yet completely different reasons.

Robin loves Steve with her entire being, he is the brother she always wanted and the friend she was always supposed to have. He is her person.

Nancy has a million things she still hasn’t said to him and they all start with I’m sorry. She would give anything to be Steve’s friend again, especially now, especially if it means Robin comes with him.

And Eddie… Eddie wanted to take him out and show him a good time and god willing, make him his. Repay the favour from that first night and treat him properly from now on until forever.

He wanted to love Steve Harrington.

“Where are we at, Wheeler?” Robin asks, her voice shaky with fear.

“Closing in on a minute,” Nancy replies, watching the second hand on her watch come right back around.

They’re waiting on the light to come back. They watched it fade as he got deeper and deeper and then it went pitch black. Eddie figured that when he was swimming back up, they’d see the flashlight again and they’d be able to calm down. But they never saw it. The water is pitch black and as still as ever. Like Steve never jumped in, in the first place.

Suddenly Steve emerges above the water, arms flailing, he takes in a large gasp of air and scares the shit out of all of them but only Eddie yells. “Jesus Christ!” He can’t help it, he’s been on edge for days and Steve just kept scaring him.

“I found it,” Steve gasps, swimming towards the boat and taking hold of it so he wouldn’t have to tread in the water for so long. Once he caught his breath he’d get back in… it wasn’t going to be pretty trying to haul himself back over the side of the boat.

“You found it?!” Nancy is so excited to see him and hear the news.

“Yeah, I found it… it’s more of a snack-sized gate than the mama gate but still, it’s pretty damn big,” Steve explains, the lack of oxygen still evident in his breathing patterns but he’s trying.

And then something grabs his foot. Steve is tugged down below the water, causing them all to scream and panic, but he comes back up. He wipes the water ff his face and stares at them like what the fuck was that… and then he’s gone again.

“STEVE!” Eddie panics. “Steve!! No, no, no!!! Steve!” He yells over the other two, leaning over the side of the boat to see nothing. The water is too dark to know what happened. “What the hell was that, man?!”

“Nancy, seriously what the hell was that?!” Robin panics, but Nancy is silent.

They turn to her with looks of pure terror, but Nancy isn’t panicking. She’s in survival mode— no, protector mode. She doesn’t even think twice, she just places her boot on the edge of the boat and goes to jump when Eddie grabs her hand. “Wait, wait, you’re not going in there, are you?”

“Just wait here,” she pushes his hand off of her and jumps in.

“NO NANCY!!!” Robin freaks out next, Eddie hears a similar fear in her voice. The two of them stare at each other, not knowing what the fuck they were going to do without the two people who know what to do in a situation like this.

Robin thinks about it for a second, she takes a deep breath and hauls herself to the edge of the boat. She didn’t want to do this, but not only was Steve down there…

“No, no, no, no,” Eddie reaches out. “What are you doing? She said wait.”

“Yeah, I heard her,” Robin says with another exhale, she was getting ready to go no matter what he said.

“She’s in charge!” He freaks out because if Robin goes and if Nancy is already down there, he has to go too. Everyone who loves Steve should be jumping in right now to go after him and Eddie is so scared, too scared. He needs an excuse not to follow Nancy and if Robin goes, he doesn’t have that anymore.

“Are you kidding me? I made that shit up.”

Before Eddie can even say anything, she plugs her nose and tosses herself back off the boat.

“God-damn-lying-son-of-a-bitch!” He freaks out, tossing Steve’s shirt to the floor of the boat, he stands… then he sits again, but ultimately he stands back up and gets ready to jump in too, “oh this is stupid. This is so stupid… shit, shit, shit, shit!”

He jumps in head first, the water is so fucking cold. Shockingly so— it is March after all… after the initial shock of it all, he starts to swim deeper and deeper. It’s hard, the water fights him the whole way down, and about halfway there, he sees the glowing red light that must be the gate. He follows it, reaches out for the weeds around it and pulls himself forward until he’s ripped through the gate and tossed out the other side. He was prepared for more water, but he was tossed onto the hard rock that should be the lake floor.

The first thing he hears is screaming. He stands up with Robin and Nancy who are all searching for him, they can’t see him behind the shipwrecked boat covered in vines, they can only hear him. Nancy picks up an oar from the ground, she tosses it back to Eddie and grabs another for herself, robin on the other hand grabs the once-abandoned flashlight and follows them toward the sound of his screaming.

Without thinking, Nancy sees the thing attacking him and hits it with her oar as hard as humanly possible, sending it flying. “Hey there.”

The adrenaline that rushes through Eddie is more intense than any drug he’s ever taken, he’s able to fend off the bats coming to attack them while robin and Nancy hand the two that attacked Steve’s chest. He’s still on the ground, eddies on his way to tear the thing off him when Steve bites into its tail and pulls it off without letting it get away. He swings the bat around like a fucking rag doll, hitting it off the floor again and again until it stops trying to fly away. He places his bare foot onto the centre of the beast and tugs on the tail, successfully ripping it in two.

The 4 of them back up into each other, nothing’s flying at them, everything is dead… but the pieces of the beasts are still moving around trying to catch up to their own deaths. Once they realize the immediate danger is over, thats when it sets in.

“Jesus Christ…” Eddie mumbles to himself, registering that he just killed something for the first time in his life and he was in another dimension and it was in fact scary as hell. “Jesus H Christ!!”

Steve, however, he’s bleeding and tired and he almost drops to the ground if it wasn’t for Nancy catching him. “Are you okay?”

Steve looks down at himself for the first time, and Eddie sees it too. “They took about a pound of flesh,” Steve chuckles with disbelief, “but other than that… yeah, never better.”

Nancy checks behind him, Eddie does too, but Steve’s only been bitten on his sides and he’s bleeding around his neck from the spikes on these little fuckers tails… but he looks okay. It looks liveable.

“Uh… do you guys think that these bats have, like, rabies??” Robin asks, leaning over a bat and staring at it with her flashlight.

“Excuse me?” Eddie can’t believe he’s hearing her right, that’s what she’s scared about right now?

“It’s just that rabies are like my number one greatest fear, and I think we should probably get you to a doctor like really soon—” she starts to ramble. Steve looks like he’s heard it all before while Nancy looks at her with disbelief, shaking her head lightly. “—because once symptoms set in, it’s like too late, you’re already, like, dead.”

In the distance, the bats make their gut-wrenchingly awful screech, drawing their attention away from Robin's anxiety. Eddie rushes to Steve, he goes to stand in front of him but Steve pushes him back, he makes sure he’s in front of everyone. His arms out, he makes sure they’re safe… they are everyone he’s ever loved in his entire life, after all.

5 bats land around the gate, fishing with their tails for something to eat. “We can take them… right?” Steve whispers.

But he speaks too soon, lightning illuminates the sky to show off the hundred of bats headed their way for what must be dinner time… there was no way they were taking them all.

“The woods, come on!” Nancy points, taking off before the others.

The 4 of them run as fast as they can towards the shoreline, mostly uphill from the deepest part of the lake towards the boat launch, over dead fish and lost tires, around vines connected to Vecna and finally, they reach the forest. There’s enough tree coverage to keep them hidden from the bats, but even if they did see them, they were preoccupied with going to the gate for a snack.

They run all the way back to skull rock, hiding under it for cover until the sky sounds empty again. It's genuinely terrifying. Eddie has never been so scared in his life… and he’s been through some shit from the age of 4 to 20. Nothing was ever this horrific.

When the coast is clear, they think they’re fine and all go to stand back up… but Steve isn’t fine. He topples over himself and falls against the rock, barely holding himself up. Nancy rushes to him and Eddie wants to, too… he just doesn’t know if he’s allowed to. He doesn’t know if he’s Steve’s little secret. He doesn’t know how much he still loves Nancy, but he’s starting to realize she might still love him. So he stays back.

He lets her clean him up, she rips her shirt and makes a homemade bandage for him all while robin rants about rabies. Eddie can’t watch, he runs away once again… standing at the edge of the tree line like a coward because seeing Steve in pain makes him want to cry. Instead, he climbs over a fallen tree like an idiot and takes a look at the land.

“So this place is like Hawkins but with monsters and nasty shit?” He calls out, mostly to robin so she’ll talk about anything other than rabies.

“Pretty much,” Nancy answers instead, helping Steve back up to his feet. “Hey, watch it! This is all a hive mind.”

“Right, shit, sorry,” he remembers what Steve said the other night and slowly but carefully makes his way back down.

“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people, obviously?” Robin double-checks.

“As far as I understand it, yeah,” Nancy nods.

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and get guns and grenades and whatever else we need to blow up those bath things that are guarding the gate,” Robin suggests like it’s easy.

“Yeah, I highly doubt that the Hawkins PD has grenades, robin,” Steve shakes his head, “but yeah, sure, they might have guns.”

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns,” Nancy reminds Steve but the others have no idea. “I have guns. In my bedroom.”

“You,” Eddie points at her, “Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural? In your bedroom?” He can’t fucking believe it. Little miss goody two shoes was actually keeping guns in her shoeboxes and no one would’ve ever known.

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin says, overwhelmed and just talking for the sake of it now.

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver—

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one,” Steve teases, bumping shoulders with her.

“You almost deserved it,” she says in a tone that sounds a lot less friendly. It makes Eddie’s blood boil the way she stares up at him.

He just can’t take it anymore. Steve was his. What better way to prove it than to mark him with his scent… he takes off his jean vest and tosses it at Steve, hitting him a bit too hard and taking him right out of his gross little eye-fucking session with Nancy.

“For your modesty, dude,” he glares at him.

Steve stares back, about to snap for the unneeded aggression when the earth starts to shake. Robin trips over herself and starts to fall to the floor, Eddie reaches out for her only to fall with her, cushioning the blow with his own body. Nancy falls into Steve and the two of them grip the edge of the rock formation to keep steady until the shaking stops.

And when it does stop, every critter in this god-forsaken hell-hole starts to cry out. The forest echoes with sounds only heard in one’s nightmares, “yeah, so, guns seem like a pretty good idea to me,” Eddie suggests as the sounds die down.

“Me too,” Robin agrees, still on the floor with Eddie.

He hurt his knee when they hit the ground, he rubs it silently, waiting for Nancy or Steve to say something when they walk out in front of them. “So what are we waiting for?” Steve asks, now wearing Eddie’s jacket.

Fuck. He looked good in it too.

—

The walk from skull rock to Nancy’s house was too long… they stopped for a few breaks, they didn’t have any food or water so it was a struggle trying to keep going. The only thing that kept them from staying still too long was the sounds of the creatures in the distance. Luckily, they didn’t see anything, but they were definitely out there.

Nancy took the lead, with Robin at her side, and Steve stayed at their rear— he was the slowest with his injuries but also the most alert in times like this, Eddie stuck to his side, evening it up. The girls walked pretty fast, they were deep in conversation about god-knows-what while Steve kept his attention on making sure Eddie didn’t trip and trying to ignore the pain he was in.

“Hey, man,” Steve turns to him, the girls up far ahead enough that he didn’t have to worry about them hearing… and honestly, even if they did, he wouldn’t be scared to tell Nancy the truth. With the way she smiles at robin when she rambles, he has a feeling that she gets it.

“Yeah,” Eddie slows down, giving Steve a smile.

“I just wanted to say thanks… for saving my ass back there,” Steve can’t help it. For a moment he felt like a goner, he couldn’t get loose, he couldn’t breathe… and then all 3 of them came to rescue him. All 3.

“Shit, you saved your own ass, man,” Eddie bumps shoulders with him, shrugging it off. Steve places his hand on his back and pats him with a smile, it’s a small thank you. “I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there.”

“Ozzy?”

“When you took a bite out of that bat?” Eddie explains further but Steve still doesn’t get it.

It’s also part of his shtick; pretend not to care and it drives them wild. So just he stares at Eddie blankly, shaking his head slightly.

“Ozzy Osbourne?” Eddie clarifies further, looking absolutely let down that Steve doesn’t know him. “Black Sabbath? He-he bit a bat's head off on stage?”

“I don't—

“No?” Eddie can’t believe it.

Steve has to look away to fight the smirk bubbling inside of him. This is how he got his hooks into him. He wanted Eddie to keep talking, to explain it all to him with that glimmer of love in his eyes that he gets when he’s excited.

Robin, just ahead of them, can hear it all. She turns to Nancy with a knowing smirk, “he’s so obvious… he does this thing where he pretends to be uninterested so that it drives them crazy and they want to talk to him more.”

“He used to do that to me,” Nancy can’t help but laugh, looking back to see them standing so close.

“It’s very metal, what you did,” Eddie drops his tone and bumps shoulders with him again, practically begging to hold his hand. “That’s all I’m saying.”

“Thanks,” he takes the compliment, avoiding eye contact so he doesn’t lost in them and they don’t get left behind.

“Henderson told me you were a badass… insisted upon the matter, in fact,” he keeps going with the compliments.

“Wait, Henderson said that?” He can't believe it, he half expected them to bond over calling Steve an idiot or something like that… not this.

“Oh yeah, shit, kid worships you, dude,” he exaggerates, Steve is sure of it. “Like you have no idea. It’s kinda annoying if I’m being honest.”

Steve laughs, biting his tongue he almost replies, ‘you love it.’

“I don’t even know why I care what that little shrimp thinks,” he keeps going. “But uh, I guess I got a little jealous, Steve.”

Steve says nothing, he just turns to him with a smirk, that same ego Dustin carries around starting to show in him again. Eddie was just digging a hole deeper into Steve's heart, making a home there with each new true and kind compliment. Normally people just called him pretty… sometimes funny. Never nice. Never loving. Never brotherly or badass or metal.

“I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually… a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chick love him. Not a douche? No way, man,” he rants, invading Steve's space and talking with his hands. “No way. That, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own, personal Munson doctrine.”

He’s so up in Steve’s face, and so cute, he has to push him away with a giggle. But he comes right back, leaning in close, Steve’s given up on playing it cool and now smiling like an idiot.

“Still super jealous as hell, by the way,” Eddie teases, close enough to kiss him.

“Ch-yeah, okay,” he pushes him away, shaking his head with disbelief. He really likes this dork.

“Which is why I would never have jumped in to save your ass. Not under any uh… normal circumstances—“ they stop when they hear a branch break, flashing the light through the trees, they don’t see anything except Nancy and Robin a fair bit ahead of them, laughing at something funny they can't hear.

“Nope,” Eddie keeps going, staring off into the distance as he walks and talks at the same time. “Outside of D&D I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run… or at least, thats what I’ve learned about myself this week.”

Steve follows him, “give yourself a break man,” he reaches out to touch his arm but Eddie grabs his hand and moves it off of him, halting all movement.

“See?” He points over to Nancy and then stares Steve deep in the eyes. “The only reason I came in here was ‘cause those ladies came in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the one who stayed behind. But Wheeler, right there. She didn’t waste a second.”

Steve looks over at her, confused why Eddie’s bringing this up. Nancy just does that. She runs into danger and thinks about the consequences later, that’s just who she is. She’s a protector. She’s an older sister. She’s a strong woman trying to keep everyone in the town safe, not just Steve. But Eddie wouldn’t know that. Eddie only knows her as the quiet goody-goody from some of his classes this year. He knows her as Mike’s older sister with the perm and the pink backpack who is always in the library, reading alone since her friend died. He doesn’t know that she’s a badass with a perfect shot. He doesn’t know she was apprehended by the government and recorded their whole conversation to expose them to the media, knowing she could go to jail or worse, be murdered for it. He doesn’t know the real Nancy.

Or the real Steve for that matter.

“Not one second, she just dove right in.” Eddie keeps going, trying to drive his point home but he just draws Steve’s eyes back to his own. “Now, I don’t know what happened between you two, but if I were you, I would get her back.”

Steve's jaw clenches then. Not again... Not another person in his life trying to get him back with Nancy.

“Because that was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen,” he holds his hand over his heart, staring back at Steve with a look that can only be described as personal heartache. He doesn’t mean what he’s saying. He’s just trying to let him off the hook.

They look back at Nancy and Robin, so far now they’re barely a shadow in the trees now. Steve, without thinking it through, reaches out and takes a hold of Eddie’s shirt and pulls him closer. His other hand lands on Eddie’s cheek just in time to guide him into a kiss.

Eddie is shocked at first, stiff as a board for a good second before he settles. He carefully wraps an arm around Steve, inside of the vest so his hand rests on Steve’s bare back. He pulls them in so they’re chest to chest, breathing in deeply through his nose, he makes the kiss last as long as possible before they pull apart… barely.

They rest their foreheads against each other, Steve rubs his thumb over Eddie’s cheek and stares into his eyes. “I don’t love Nancy.”

“Okay,” he believes him.

Everything starts to rumble again, sending them down into the dirt, Steve on top of him and saying Eddie’s catchphrase out of sheer surprise, “god-damn-it!”

“Here we go again,” Eddie complains, holding Steve close and gripping the dirt for support at the same time.

It lasts longer than the others, rumbling long enough to make something feel wrong. Really wrong. And then Robin is screaming Nancy’s name over and over.

Steve and Eddie stand even through the rumbling, Steve takes his hand and tugs him along, running after their friends as carefully and as fast as they can.

The world stops shaking when they meet up with her at the edge of the tree line, facing the toppled-down transformers covered in vines that used to stand in the field behind Nancy’s home. She’s frozen with fear. Seeing her home like this was a shocking thing. And now they have to go inside it.

“Are you okay?” Robin asks, rubbing Nancy’s back softly.

She nods, “come on.”

The field doesn’t have any tree cover, it’s open and illuminated by the red lightning that cracks in the sky. Robin reaches out for Nancy’s hand, not even noticing that Steve and Eddie are also hand-in-hand. Nancy takes it, gladly, tugging robin along and keeping her safe while they’re exposed in the open like this.

“I didn’t know they were close,” Eddie mumbles near Steve’s ear as they walk, not too far behind them.

He shrugs, keeping his own voice down, he slows so they fall back a bit more, “she’s just like that… she lost Barb to a Demogorgon, she’s going to let any of us die down here.”

“Wait, I thought Brass Barb died in a lab accident?” Eddie says a bit too loud, making Nancy and Robin turn around.

“How’d you know her nickname?” Robin asks.

“How’d you know it?” Nancy is extra confused when Robin knew it.

“She can play every brass instrument in the band, she was interchangeable for a bunch of our players,” Robin explains… “we stood together every day for 2 years.”

“Yeah, I was there too, until I got kicked out of band for flunking English the first time, you guys were sophomores then,” Eddie sighs, still pissed off about it.

“Yeah, no, I remember,” Nancy shakes her head. “It just feels so weird to think about how long she’s been gone for, especially when I’m down here…”

“So let’s get out of here,” Robin gives her a little smile, tugging her along quicker, the boys run just as fast behind them.

—

Eddie followed Nancy up into her room to find those guns she spoke of, except all they found was her exact bedroom from November 6th, 1983… and while they’re in the past, Dustin and the kids are back in their own time, in the right side up, figuring out exactly what’s going on with these gates. Steve hears them in the walls like rats, almost going crazy trying to figure out why the fuck he can hear only Dustin speaking until the others finally come back downstairs.

It's Erika's idea to get the light bright, light is literally in the name and you can make anything you want on it. It’s a genius idea and it allows them to talk through universes… she was the future of hellfire, and Eddie couldn’t wait to see what other wonderful ideas she had in her mind once they make it out of this.

Turns out, what Nancy said earlier was right. Every time the Demogorgon attacked it left a gate and vecna was doing the same thing. If they got in through Patrick's murder site, there had to also be one in the woods where Fred died and on the ceiling of Eddie’s trailer where Vecna got her.

The last message they send says “bike 2 Eddie’s” and they’re off, running down Nancy’s stairs and through the kitchen, towards the garage. “Hey, uh,” Eddie stops by the fridge, “you don’t suppose there’s like, anything still safe to consume here, right?”

“No,” Nancy looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Come on, we have 7 miles until we get back to the real world and you can have a snack then.”

“And what size, prey tell, are these bikes?” He continues to ask as he follows her outside.

“Ah,” she smiles when she sees them. “You see, they were 12 and in my basement the night the gate opened the first time, so all 4 bikes are still here.”

Nancy picks up what once was Will’s bike, it has Byers carved into the handlebars. It’s the smallest one, she’s the smallest of the 4 of them, so she takes it.

“So they’re preteen-sized, sick,” Eddie nods, picking up Dustin’s, it has a light on it, and it still works.

Robin takes Mikes and Steve has Lucas’s, they’re not too small, their tires still have a decent amount of air and all the flashlights work. Luckily, the roads aren’t as covered in vines as the forest, so they can take off pretty fast. 7 miles wasn’t going to be too hard… but it did feel like forever.

They passed the Creel house where thousands of bats circled around it like birds of prey stalking a meal. They picked up the pace and biked faster, all through the neighbourhoods that hated him on the other side, and even though the town looks like a nightmare, he takes it in as his last look. He has no idea if he’ll ever get to bike through town again without people throwing tomatoes at him… or worse, his last trip through could be in a cop car or a hearse.

They enter the trailer park and Eddie takes the lead, he takes them down the winding path towards the middle of the park and points at the minty blue and white trailer, now covered in nasty shit, “right here!”

He tosses his bike to the ground as soon as they reach the grassy part right in front of his trailer. He tries his hardest to catch his breath, arms above his head while he takes a look around… it’s so freaky with the vines and the perpetual darkness, but this is where he grew up. He doesn’t have enough time to panic about how fucked up this is because Nancy is already storming towards the trailer door.

“Thats gotta be a Guinness world record,” Robin explains, lungs heaving, searching for air but still finding space to talk. “Most miles travelled inter-dimensionally.”

Steve coughs while following the rest of them towards the door, he spits out whatever was in his mouth, “I just inhaled a bunch of that shit.” Then he coughs again, more alarmed this time, “I think it’s stuck in my throat.”

Eddie swings the door open and heads in first, he almost stops right in the doorway at the sight of his living room's new feature but he keeps walking so they can all get in. Steve closes the door behind them all and they huddle unintentionally for protection, Steve points the flashlight at the gate. “Goddamn…”

Eddie hasn’t been back inside his home since Chrissy died. The last thing he remembers is looking up from the floor to see Chrissy on the ceiling, her bones breaking, the sound rings in his ear— he swallows, cringing inside at the memory of it all. “That’s where Chrissy died… like, right where she died.” His voice breaks, and he turns to Steve for support and finds it in his eyes.

They say ‘it’s not your fault’ with the slightest shake of Steve’s head, they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t notice what robin sees.

“I think there’s something in there,” she panics, fearful more bats will break the seal and they’ll be trapped in a tiny space with deadly creatures.

They all lean in closer, not stepping closer per say, but studying it carefully from where they are, “what the hell is that?” Steve wonders aloud, it’s exactly what they’re all thinking, anyway.

Suddenly the gate bursts open, the red membrane breaks and goop starts to spill, they jump back, screaming for their lives for just a second before the adrenaline kicks back in. Eddie and Steve haul the girls back and stand in front but Nancy breaks past, watching the gate drop in horror. “Ugh? What the—

It's a broom handle that’s sticking through and from the other side they can see a brighter version of the trailer floor. They turn to each there with pure amazement. Dustin did it. That little shit pulled through. Literally.

They hear his giggle before they see him, cautiously taking a few steps towards the gate, they look up to see Dustin, Max, Lucas and Erika celebrating their success of finding another safe gate for their friends, they get even happier when they see Steve, Nancy Eddie and Robin from the other side. Dustin waves, “hi there!”

“Hi?” They all wave back, absolutely over the moon that they’re rescued and that the kids, their kids, managed to figure it out and get there in time.

“We’ve got a plan to get you out, don’t worry!” Erika yells up to them. “Get it, Lucas,” she shoves him, sending the boys back to get the mattress.

Max is holding a bunch of bed sheets tied together to look like the rope they climb in gym class, “we're going to toss this through… Dustin thinks that if it’s half there and half there then it has to stay secure in the middle? Cause that’s where the worlds meet and the gravity is different? I don’t know.”

“Makes sense,” Nancy shrugs.

The mattress gets thrown down on the floor and Eddie is immediately embarrassed. He’s had that bed since he was a preteen and it was Waynes before that, he spilled bong water on his bed the morning before shit went south and the others are… he doesn’t even remember at this point. He’s had those ugly yellow and brown butterflies on his bed for as long as he can remember. New sheets weren’t really something he ever thought to put on the grocery list when they had a perfectly good washing machine and no one slept in his bed but him? This is why.

“Those stains are, uh…” he looks at robin and Nancy and then Steve and then back up, wanting to die ever so slightly. “I don’t know what those stains are.”

“Mhm,” Robin looks at him with a look of disgust and then over to Steve, who looks at her just as alarmed. ‘This is really the love of your life?’ She asks with her eyes.

He shrugs and sighs, ‘I guess.’

“Now, I’m not quite sure how these physics are gonna work,” Dustin cuts into the awkward silence and takes the rope from max. “But uh… here goes nothing.”

He tosses it through and they jump back when it comes flying at them in the upside down. Dustin holds his end so it doesn’t all go through and then it stops. It hangs there with half of it dangling from each side, just as they suspected it would.

“And if my theory is correct…” Dustin drops the side he’s holding and steps back with a laugh, “abracadabra.”

“holy shit,” almost all of them mumble under their breath. It’s remarkable just how much Dustin knows and how much of it is applicable to the shit they go through.

“Okay, pull on it, see if it holds!” Dustin calls up to them, watching Robin reach out and take hold of the rope. She tugs on it with all her body weight and it doesn’t budge at all. They all keep laughing in amazement, it’s just so fucking cool.

“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life!” Erika rants, “and I’ve seen some crazy shit…”

Dustin reaches back to give her a high five, Eddie can’t even imagine what they mean by that… they’re like a decade younger than him, how could they have seen something that almost equals up to this?

Robin takes a deep breath and takes hold of the rope again, “okay, I guess I’m the guinea pig.”

The younger group all backup, making way on the landing pad as Dustin puts it. Robin struggles just a bit but finds her footing, Nancy stands behind her with her hands up, ready to catch her if she falls, watching her carefully the whole way through. She flops over to the other side and lands on the mattress, on her back, she sits up with a smile. “Oh thank god… that was fun.”

Dustin gives her a hand and helps her off the mattress, and she gives him a little hug as a thank you for getting them back through a safe spot.

Eddie expects Nancy to follow her but she doesn’t and Steve isn’t going either, they’re looking at each other so Eddie just grabs the rope. “All right! I guess I’ll go.”

Eddie jumps up and starts making his way up the rope, this was his least favourite part in gym but he did it every year, for 6 years. Only this year did they let him skip it and yet here he was, doing it anyway.

“Easy, easy,” Steve worries, knowing he’s clumsy and he’ll fall a lot harder than Robin did, given how much bigger he is. He’s like a tank compared to her.

Eddie smacks down onto the mattress and sits right up, wiping his bangs from his face he gasps, “that was fun? Shit,” he takes robins hand and she hauls him up to his feet so they can watch Steve and Nancy make it through next.

“See you on the other side,” Steve says, not because he’s going next, but because he’s letting Nancy know she is. He’s not leaving until she’s out. She knows that.

She nods, “on the other…” she freezes, her eyes roll back into her head and Steve panics.

“Nance… Nancy!!”

“What’s going on!?” Robins shouts through the gate.

“Oh no,” Steve starts to shake her. “Oh no, no, no, no, no…”

“Vecna,” Max says it out loud, but everyone already knew. They’ve all seen Max go through this.

“Music,” Robin smacks eddies arm, “she needs a song, oh my god… oh my god! Steve!! What song would have a good memory for her?”

“I don’t know?!” He screams back at her, still shaking Nancy, “Dustin, what song played when she danced with you?”

“I don’t remember!?” He screams, “and I doubt that’s her happiest memory?”

“It doesn’t have to be the happiest it just has to give her a memory happy enough to get her out of his nightmare, she has to get to a dream, to the light, basically,” Robin rambles and thinks, she’ sees Nancy around all the time… like the other morning.

Steve dropped her off just as Nancy was getting out of her car. The exact same song was playing on the radio moments prior, she locked eyes with robin and gave her a little smile and then waved at Steve. It was simple. It was happy. It was before all this shit started… yet if it never started, she’d never be this close to Nancy now.

“The radio,” Robin points at Dustin’s walkie and they pass it to her, she turns the knob towards the radio station thats always on in Steve’s beamer and hopes to god they’re playing Object of My Desire by Starpoint. It’s been so overplayed lately, that she might just— “thank god,” she hears it and cranks the radio to full blast.

“We can’t toss it through,” Eddie reminds her, “the towers are all down, down there, they’re not going to hear anything once it gets down there.”

“Right,” Robin looks around, “get me that chair,” she points.

Lucas hustles over and gets it, setting it up on top of the mattress so Robin can stand on the chair and hold it up to the gate.

“Can you hear it?” She asks Steve, who’s picking Nancy up around the waist and lifting her up so she’s closer to the sound.

“Yeah!”

“Come on, come on,” Eddie mumbles to himself, tapping his thighs and watching carefully. It’s taking too long… it feels like it goes on forever, just like they described with Max. Chrissy wasn’t out this long, she had long since cracked and fallen back to the floor in this amount of time. It must be a good thing if it’s taking forever.

The song is just about to end when Nancy snaps out of it, panicking and swinging as she comes to. She pushes Steve to the ground and crawls away from him, “it’s okay, it’s okay!” Steve assures her.

“Oh, thank god,” Robin steps down from the chair and turns the walkie off. She moves the chair off the mattress but stands back on it so she can watch what happens on the other side.

Eddie steps into view as well, watching Steve soothe Nancy while she pushes him away. “It’s fine, I’m fine.”

“Okay,” he lets it go. “Can you climb?”

She nods and looks up to see Robin, she sighs and softens. “Yeah, I can.”

Robin pushes Eddie back so Nancy has the full mattress to fall down on, they watch her climb the rope carefully and flop down just like they did, only less enthusiastically. Robin breaks away from Eddie and helps Nancy off the floor, “you’re okay?”

She nods, “yeah, I… I talked to him?”

“To Vecna?” Max knows but she asks anyway.

Nancy just nods, following robin off the mattress so that Steve could come through, finally. Eddie anxiously watches as Steve climbs the rope and tosses himself down to the floor with a hiss and a whine, he’s been thrown around quite a bit and it was starting to show. The others crowd Nancy, not knowing Steve was so badly attacked beforehand, so it’s just Eddie that helps him up, he holds Steve close and rubs his arm, “you okay?”

He nods, “I’m okay…” Steve makes his way over to the others, he places a hand on Nancy’s back, “you don’t have to talk about it right away, you know that?”

She nods, “yeah, I know… um, we should all take like a few hours to just chill, I don’t think he’s going to get right back to it. I think he likes the challenge.”

“We shouldn’t be here,” Dustin reminds them that they’re currently inside a taped-off crime scene, “is your mom home?” He asks Max.

She shakes her head, “no she has a 24-hour on shift at the hospital, she’ll be home around noon though…”

“Okay, we’ll head next door,” Lucas agrees, opening the door to let Erika out first.

“Um,” Nancy doesn’t mean to draw all their attention back to herself but they all stop and turn, thinking she’s got more news. “Robin, can you come with me for a walk? I need to calm down and I can’t go alone.”

“Y-yeah, absolutely,” she doesn’t even think twice, she just takes Nancy’s hand.

“Don’t go off too far,” Steve interjects, “take a walkie.”

“On our walkie,” Robin teases, knowing Steve just wants to keep them safe. She even manages to make Nancy smile a bit. “We’ll be fine.”

Steve knows that but it’s still hard to let her go knowing anything could happen to either of them. “I know,” he gives them a small smile and a nod as they leave, heading over to Max’s with the other kids. Leaving Dustin with Steve and Eddie.

“Are you okay?” Dustin asks, finally noticing all the blood on Steve and the fact he’s in Eddie’s vest.

He nods, “yeah I just—

“We need to get him some clean clothes,” Eddie interjects. “You go watch Max, you can be in charge until Nancy gets back.”

“Yes!” Dustin cheers, Eddie knew exactly how to get him to leave without asking any questions. “I’ll come get you if we need anything.”

“Sounds good,” Eddie holds the door open for him and pats his back on his way out. He shuts the door once he’s gone and turns to Steve with a smile, “and then there were two…”

“I’m in no condition to be seduced,” Steve teases, moving over to the counter to lean against it, he’s getting tired.

Eddie walks over and cups Steve’s face with his hand, staring into his eyes, “I know, sweetheart, so let’s get you cleaned up.”

—

Eddie's quick to start rummaging around in all the drawers in the hallway, he talks to himself while he does it and eventually pulls out a white box, “found ya, sucker.”

He cracks the box open and starts heading to his room, Steve watches and follows carefully, “what’re you doing?”

“Wayne used to hide the first aid kit from me cause I wasted all the supplies once trying to make my own special effects face wounds with the gauze… that’s another story, anyway, I have a bunch of shit in here if you want to get cleaned up?” He suggests, holding up some antibacterial spray and some big bandaids.

He crosses his arms and smirks, overflowing with what could only be described as love. “You wanna take care of me?”

“Yeah, Harrington. Sue me,” he tosses the gauze onto the bed, which is now just a boxspring covered in his comforter and pillows. “But, before I can do that, we’ve gotta wash all that blood off of you.”

Steve sighs and looks down at his chest, this was going to hurt like a son-of-a-bitch but he knew Eddie was right. “okay…”

“Right in here,” Eddie places a hand on his arm and leads him into the bathroom. “You can shower or I can just run a towel over you?”

“If I shower and then have to get back into these clothes I’m going to freak out,” Steve admits.

“I was going to let you borrow— well, actually I don’t need anything back, you can wear whatever you want from my room,” Eddie explains, riffling through the linen closet for some facecloths that Wayne wouldn’t mind ruining with blood and bat guts. “It’s not like I’m coming back here anyway.”

“Hey,” Steve reaches out and pulls his attention back to him. “Don’t say that.”

“I’m just being realistic.”

“I’m not losing you,” Steve puts his foot down. “Not to jail, not to Jason and his goons, not to Vecna or-or these fuckin’ bats,” he references down to his injuries. “You’re not going anywhere except to dinner with me when this is over and done with. Okay?”

“Okay,” Eddie manages to smile. “Now would you take my vest off so I can wipe you down? I cant have you dying from an infection before our date.”

“Okay,” he starts to push it off his shoulders and realizes just how much it hurts to lift his arms and stretch out his chest. “Ouch, fuck?”

“Sorry,” Eddie apologizes on behalf of Steve's wounds and takes the jacket as soon as it’s off of him. “Turn around?”

“Yeah,” Steve does as he’s told, slowly but surely.

Eddie looks at the knot that Nancy tied in the fabric, it’s tight as can be, and his meaty fingers aren’t getting that knot out. “Stay here, I’m going to go get the scissors.”

“Okay,” Steve didn’t mind, he simply takes a hold of the edge of the sink to steady himself and waits. Eddie runs out, Steve can hear him tossing cutlery around in the drawer in the kitchen and then his heavy feet running back to him.

“Okay, here we go…” he has to hype himself up for this part. He really didn’t want to see how much of Steve was missing under this fabric.

Steve hisses as the fabric tugs on his skin where it’s been fused by dried blood, Eddie apologizes again and again as he takes it off slowly, making Steve turn around to face him again in the process. “Jesus,” Eddie says under his breath once he takes a good look at the damage.

“Hot, I know,” Steve teases, giving him a smile before he too looks at it in the mirror. He catches Eddie looking at him in the mirror too, then their eyes meet in the reflection, making them smile slightly. “It’ll be okay… at least it’s not another head trauma.”

“Yeah, you seem to get your ass beat a lot…” Eddie doesn’t mean it as a dig or an insult, “I mean, that’s gotta affect you somehow?”

He nods, “headaches mostly, and this ear rings a lot,” he points to the left one. “But it’s liveable.”

“So, when we get supplies later we should add a helmet to the list, got it,” Eddie teases again and Steve shoves him.

Steve watches him giggle through the mirror, Eddie picks up one of the face cloths and turns the water on. He plays around with the taps until it’s a good temperature and he wets the towel. “Do you want to sit?”

“Where?” Steve gestures to the counter or the toilet.

“The counter would be better,” Eddie thinks, “here, I’ll help—

Steve doesn’t need help, he grips the counter with both hands and stands on his tip toes so that his ass cheek is taller than the counter and he scoots himself back until he’s secure. “There,” he spreads his legs and tugs Eddie between them so they’re closer.

“Showoff,” Eddie teases him, he wrings the excess water out of the face cloth and brings it over to Steve’s chest.

“You probably shouldn’t wring it out,” Steve micro-manages him. “You’re going to scrub my skin off if you don’t let the water soak the grime off.”

“Right,” he doesn’t argue, he simply re-wets it, “get ready…” he says as he brings it over to his chest, water droplets falling onto Steve’s pants and he hisses as it spreads down his stomach, “sorry, sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he says through gritted teeth. “It’s fine, it has to happen.”

“Yeah, well I still feel bad,” he all but whispers, watching the water turn red as it rushes down his chest.

He’s so close to the wounds he has no choice but to look and he hates it. It’s not that it’s gross(it is) it’s the fact that it’s Steve and in Eddie’s mind, Steve isn’t just Steve anymore… Steve watches his face carefully, in complete silence while Eddie washes the blood and grime off of him. Eddies face is so concentrated, he bites his tongue and breathes through his nose, he tries to shake his bangs out of his face as he leans in closer to Steve, hunched forward, and they keep falling into his eyes.

Steve just reaches out and runs his fingers through Eddie’s hair, pushing his bangs back for him. It draws Eddie’s attention back up to his eyes, he looks shocked, “sorry,” Steve whispers. “You just—

“It’s okay,” Eddie gives him a sweet smile. “No one really touches my hair…”

“Me either,” Steve knows what thats like, a bit too well. Out of everything in his life, his hair was the one thing he could control perfectly. Eddie probably felt similarly. It’s something he grew, something he takes care of, something that makes him, him. He’s so perfectly Eddie with this hair. “You’re pretty, you know that?”

The smirk that grows on Eddie’s face is beautiful, his eyes glisten in the soft yellow light of his trailer bathroom and he’s quiet. There isn’t a snarky reply, he doesn’t tell him to shut up or draw his attention to something else. He just smiles and takes it all in.

“I mean it,” Steve says for good measure. “Before Robin even suggested that it could be you, I already thought you were too pretty for your own good… it’s why I was so short with you, looking at you was so hard, I just want to tell you all the time that you’re so fuckin' pretty.”

“You’re going to give me a big head, Steve,” Eddie can’t take him seriously anymore, it was too much affection for him to handle. “Then again, you do give good head.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t play dumb,” Eddie teases him, still wiping down his chest and now avoiding his eye contact. “You like pretty much sucked the soul out of me back there, I haven’t been the same since… haven’t even tried getting laid since, I’m like hypnotized by you, Harrington.”

“Back to Harrington,” he sighs and leans back against the mirror so Eddie can get at the lower bites on his stomach. “Got it.”

“Don’t do that,” Eddie picks up on it too. “It’s an endearing Harrington, okay? I need more than 4 days with you to make more nicknames than just Stevie and if I say that around the kids they’re going to have a fucking field day with it.”

“I guess,” Steve can see where he’s coming from. “Are you afraid of me?”

“What?” He looks up into Steve’s eyes again, his big brown puppy dog eyes could break Steve’s heart if he looked at him the right way. “Why would I be scared of you? You’ve done nothing but try and protect me?”

“I don’t know, it just seems like no matter what I do, no matter how open I get, you’re still so closed off? What do I have to do to get you to let me know if you like me back? I don’t want this to just be some end of the world I might as well flirt with him, shit, I want this to work if we live through this,” he’s honest about it. “I’ve done nothing but think about you— well, the you from the woods— for almost an entire year.”

“That’s not me, anymore,” he whispers. “You know that. We’re different now. Things are a lot different. And if I don’t make it I want you to be normal and not get hung up on me, get back with na—

“I swear the next person to say I should date Nancy again is getting punched,” Steve cuts him off. “I’d rather saw off my arms than date Nancy again.”

“Then why did you lose it back there,” Eddie points out to his living room. “You can’t tell me that you don’t love Nancy and then react like that. You were distraught dude, don’t lie to me. You still care for her. You still love her.”

“How would you feel if your friend, not the drummer the other one… Jer—”

“Jeff.”

“Yeah, how would you feel if Jeff was getting Vecna’d right in front of your eyes? You said Gareth is your best friend, but would you still react with love if Jeff was in trouble?” Steve asks, really getting him to think about it.

He nods, realizing he’s been over thinking it. “It’s just, you see, Nancy’s pretty and she’s not wanted for murder and—

“And she doesn’t love me. She never really did and she’s happy with Jonathan,” he can’t help but cut Eddie off. “I know Nancy better than anyone here because we dated— if you can even call it dating, but I took her on a few dates, I slept with her the night her best friend in the world died and then I over-reacted when she started spending time with Jonathan, not knowing she was hunting the thing that got Barb for revenge… and then I lost her before I even had her.”

“Oh,” Eddie can’t believe he’s getting the full story like this.

“And if I’m being really honest with you, I’m not even sure if the love I had for her was real. I can’t hold it against her for pretending anymore when I genuinely don’t remember being in love with her. It was so long ago. But sure, I love her, she’s my friend and she’s Mike's older sister and she’s buddy-buddy with Robin now and I can’t let her die while Jonathan isn’t here! He’s kicked my ass once already, I don’t need more brain damage because I failed to protect someone we all care about. The same way I’d protect Robin or Max and especially… you.”

Eddie’s never seen Steve talk so passionately. It’s like he took a page out of Buckley's book and paired it with his freakish ability to hold his breath for a long time, resulting in that ramble of truth. He didn’t even know what to say to it, at least he thought he didn’t and then he asks the simplest question. “Why?”

“Which part?” Steve manages to smile, “the not sure about loving Nancy bit or the falling in love with you bit?”

Eddie’s eyes do that thing where they get impossibly big and he leans forward, feeling like he imagined it. “What?”

“I kinda figured since you love me and all, I could say it to you.”

“Backup, backup,” he waves his hands around in front of himself with his eyes closed for a moment, taking it all in. “When did I say I love you?”

“You didn’t have to, you just jumped in after me.”

“Not right away and I definitely didn’t want to?” He freaks out, feeling like he’s been caught and he needs to defend himself.

“I didn’t want to help Nancy and Jonathan the first time. But I did because I loved her,” he explains with a growing smirk. “I figured you out so easily because I did the exact same thing before.”

“You ran?” Eddie can’t believe it. Badass Steve was actually… kind of normal dude.

“I showed up to apologize to Jonathan for calling him and his brother queer… yeah I know it was a shitty thing to do given who I am and all, but, after he kicked the shit out of me, I had time to reflect and realized, like, nope, it’s just me who’s queer and what I said was super fucked up… So I went to apologize but imagine my surprise when Jonathan opens the door and he was bleeding from his hand and the whole house smells like gasoline and there is a bear trap in the hallway and a Demogorgon on the way,” Steve honestly can’t believe its a real memory and not a dream he’s retelling.

“But it was too late, they dragged me down the hall into Will’s room and we waited for the thing to attack but it got distracted? It disappeared again and I took the first chance I had to get the fuck out of there.”

“I mean, it’s not like they needed you,” Eddie teases, bringing a smile to Steve’s face.

“I know, but that’s not the point, is it?” Steve points it back on him. He did the same fuckin thing earlier. Nancy and robin probably had it covered and he went anyway. “Nancy Wheeler, given any partner, is fantastic at defending this town. That’s a fact I know for sure.”

Eddie drops the washcloth in the sink and gives in, he places his hands on Steve’s thighs and looks up into his eyes, “what else do you know?”

“I know I went back into that house not because I didn’t think she could do it, but because if Jonathan died and Nancy lost him and Barb, and Joyce lost him and Will… I couldn’t live with myself. I went back in because I loved Nancy and I would’ve thrown myself in front of the thing if need be to make sure they were the ones who got out of it okay.”

“It was a suicide mission?” Eddie softens, putting all the clues together.

He nods, “I loved her, I hated myself and who I was becoming and it wasn’t changing. Even if I dropped Tommy and Carole, even if I somehow got away from my parent's influence… I never thought I’d get to a point in my life where I could be myself and like myself at the same time. I was ready to die in there for her.”

“But you didn’t,” Eddie is thankful beyond belief.

“Yeah, but surviving wasn’t any better. The government sat us all down and said we could never speak about it, we were in danger from the Russians if we did talk about it—

“Yeah right—

“No, they were serious but that’s later,” Steve is serious and Eddie can tell. “Nancy and I were told it was best to act as normal as possible and that we’d never get in trouble for being underage and drinking the night barb went missing and while I was super thankful my parents wouldn’t find out, Nancy was pissed that nothing was being done as justice for Barb… I processed it all by pretending it didn’t happen and she couldn’t because she didn’t get closure. Not like Joyce, Joyce got her son back and Nancy was stuck with me and nothing else.”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie reaches up to cup Steve’s cheek, “you didn’t look happy that year… I remember she’d sit in the parking lot with Jonathan and you’d always just play basketball in the gym or run track the whole break.”

He nods, “I always passed you on your way for a smoke.”

Eddie gives him a sweet smile, “you’re the only jock that would pass me without saying something snarky.”

“I never saw you leave a fight with a black eye,” Steve admits. “I was still yet to win a fight of my own at that point.”

“I would never hurt you,” Eddie whispers and Steve knows that to be true. It’s why he can open up to him so easily.

“I didn’t feel worthy of love for a long time,” he whispers back. “Nancy helped, she told me and I believed her but… I knew it wasn’t real. I knew we weren’t having sex cause she remembered how Barb died every time we tried and she didn’t sleep over at my house ever cause it feels haunted to her and the more I tried to be normal the more it made her wish she wasn’t with me. We were both pretending but for vastly different reasons. She didn’t want to get in trouble and I didn’t want to accept the fact that once she left, I was going to be lonely.”

“Didn’t you already have Dustin then?” Eddie asks, knowing how much Dustin loves him.

He shakes his head, “no, actually, I was on my way to her place to ask her to take me back after we broke up when I ran into Dustin and he needed help with something from the upside down that ate his cat.”

Eddies eyes grow wide, “his cat?”

He nods, “yeah it was one of those demo-dog things I was telling you about, they have the same mouths as the bats but they act like wolves.”

“Holy fuck?”

Steve just nods, “it’s been insane and thats just he starts of the second year… last summer we found out that the Russians were in Hawkins under the mall and I went down there with Robin, Dustin and Erika… we barely made it out alive and then we still had to fight the thing from the upside down that came out of the gate that the stupid fucking Russians opened up.”

Eddie can tell he’s the most traumatized by it so he runs his hands down Steve’s shoulders and shushes him softly, “you’re here now though, we’re working all together on this one. It’s not just Nancy, it’s not just you and the kids. It’s all of us. We can do it.”

Steve leans forward and kisses him again. He can’t help himself. He has to kiss Eddie as much as humanly possible before they can’t anymore because if he knows one thing from all of this, it’s that the people you love can be taken from you in the blink of an eye. Barb. Bob. Billy… Hopper. They’re all gone and everyone who loved them is devastated now.

He doesn’t want to know what it feels like to lose Eddie. Thats a devastation that he’d never recover from.

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peanutpinet · 2 years

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Home - Idol!Jisung x Fem Reader

A/N: just a lil something for my Jisung stan friend that's dealing with some hardships at work 🥺 and for everyone else that's having a hard time

Warnings: anxiety, toxic work culture (I'm sorry if you have to go through this, no one deserves it), slight angst

[2:15 AM] - You hated it. You hate the amount of shitty work you had to go through. The amount of revisions that you had to do on top of the amount of work that your boss throw at you. You hate that you were miles away from your idol boyfriend. That the two of you barely had any time to even schedule a catch-up call when you would always do it; well, technically, you were the one that always schedule it.

What’s worse is that your so-called boyfriend didn’t even ask much about why you didn’t schedule your weekly calls or even text as much as you used to. The amount of comments your boss gave you, your boyfriend not even making the effort to talk to you, your over-thinking self started to make you doubt yourself, doubt about your relationship, about everything in life.

You were so close to going through your 7th mental breakdown of the week until you heard your door being unlocked. With everything going on, your paranoid self became even more aware of your surroundings, always making up the worst-case possible scenarios.

Grabbing whatever “weapon” was close to you, you turned off all the lights and walked over towards the door, hiding in the nearest hiding spot to make sure that you were out of sight when someone comes in.

Right when the door was opened, you managed to get a glance at a mysterious shadow. After they closed the door and took several steps ahead of your hiding spot, you sneakily walked towards the person, ready to knock them out with whatever you had in hand but right as you were about to hit them, they turned around and held the weapon.

“(Y/N)? Woah. It’s me, Jisung. Hey, hey, I’m not here to hurt you. What happened? Did someone break in? D-did you think I’d break in? You gave me the spare key, remember?” Jisung defended himself as you slowly let go of the weapon

“J-jisung?! Ya!! H-how could you sneak up like that!! Even if I gave you the spare key, you should at least give me a heads up first, pabo!!” you cried out, letting all the emotions you’ve been feeling out, dropping to the floor, Jisung immediately catch you and held you close

“H-hey. What’s wrong? Tell me. I, I know that I haven’t been catching up with you as much as either one of us probably like and I’m sorry. It’s, it’s unfair that I’m able to do Instagram live several of times during the night but hardly call you. I know I’ve been the crapiest boyfriend but I really do care. You don’t have to tell me everything now but I’m here. It took a lot but I finally convinced my manager to let me spend time with you. That’s why I wanted to come and not say anything. I wanted to surprise you. But it looks like I made you sad again” Jisung cooed at you, wiping your tears with his thumb

“I, I don’t hate you, sung. I’m just, tired. I was worried that you might’ve gotten bored at me. That you were tired at me, at my clingy self. Being all needy towards you. To top it off, there were just so many things going on at work, my, my boss made some awful comments and I have to get most of it done before next week and I’m barely halfway done. Sorry, rambling again” you sniffled, feeling Jisung stroking your head then cupping your cheeks, making you look at him

“Hey. I would never get tired or bored of you. Yes, we have to go through this long-distance relationship for a long time but I would never forget about you. You’re the one that helped me go through those tough times, you were the one that always bring my comfort and warmth even when I don’t say it. You’re my home, okay? I’m the one that’s scared of losing you. That because I’m always on the go and busy, that I only update the simplest things like I’m awake, I’ve eaten, I’m going somewhere. I thought that you would give up on me” Jisung sniffled, holding his tears back

“Jisung-a….I’m tired, yes. But not at you. I’m happy that you’re healthy, that you’re striving. I’m just scared that I couldn’t catch up to you” you replied, now wiping Jisung’s tears away

“Aniyo. You don’t have to catch up to me because I’m the one that’ll take a step back. Starting now. Let me make up to you for all the times that I couldn’t. I’m staying, for a month. I want to catch up on all the things that you were doing. Let’s take baby steps, okay?” Jisung breathed out, the two of you smiling together and giggling

“Yeah. I’d like that, Jisung. You know that you’re my home too, right?” you replied, Jisung giving you the softest yet shy look, just like he did when he first confessed

“I know.” Jisung smiled back. “Now. About that boss that made awful comments…” Jisung growled

A/N: I know that I've been MIA, like a month of not posting anything?! Damn, who am I?! But in all honesty, I've been quite busy because I now have a full-time job!! (after one year of uncertainty). My workplace is quite chill and everyone has been lovely but because I work from office, I barely had time to not think about anything except for work. Heck, I haven't really been making any random scenarios even for myself T^T, reality really hits that hard doesn't it? Well, this is dedicated to everyone who has been feeling burned out and struggling with uncertainties. I wish you all well and hope everything will turn out well!!

On a side note, your girl managed to get tickets to The Link NCT 127 and I'm seeing them in 3 weeks 🥹 Good luck to me standing for 3 hours later during the concert but I'm so excited because this will be my first ever concert T^T Anyways, stay safe, I wish you all the best and hope that you get to experience the little good things in life :) xoxo Vinet

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dalamjisung · 10 months

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matching set - chapter 8

To say it had been a long night would be lying.

From the moment you start crying to the moment you and Dino step outside, nothing much happens in between. It’s like time stops for a second there, and that second turns into minutes, into hours, into days and nights and months and years and enough time to have you desperately gasping for air while Dino did his best to get you to just breathe. But truth be told, he just didn’t understand. Dino– or Chan, as he has begged you a bunch of times to ask him– has never fell in love, you see. It’s mid-crying, the second or third wave that comes so spontaneously since it started, that he smiles and shrugs, mumbling a soft I don’t know what you’re going through, but I’m here for you. And that’s when you realize that, sure, you are sad to have lost a love that’s been with you your entire life; you are sad to lose your best friend, sad to lose the wholesomeness of some many memories, sad to lose the comfort of innocent cuddles, sad for so many things that you can’t even keep count.

But Chan is sad because he never found his. While you have a partner, someone who knows you inside and out, even if sometimes he misses a few details here and here, Chan had fleeting friends who graduated and left the house. He had the men who he saw as family, but he also knew that eventually, they’d all leave. They’d all move somewhere else, have a life in which he would not be a part of, have a family he wasn’t in, and they’d move on, leaving the youngest one behind. And if there is one thing you find out about your new friend that night, is that he doesn’t want to be left behind.

That’s when you learn that as bad as things are right now, they could be worse. Because rough patches come and go, but you had all the faith in the world that Jeongin would never, ever leave you behind.

“Are you going to be okay?” You ask Chan, slowly walking next to him as you two distanced yourselves from the party, the noise dying out little by little until you can’t even hear it anymore. Tapping his shoulder sympathetically, it truly seems like he’s the one having a difficult night; his laugh, though, is enough confirmation that everything would be okay.

“You were the one sobbing because of a movie,” He chuckles, head thrown back in amusement while the chilly air of the night blows onto his face… and right there and then, you see something in him, something so beautiful and perfect, that you can’t help but want it for yourself. There, while he jokes and walks around with you, Dino looks like the epitome of freedom. Like there is nothing holding him back. Like he has nothing to lose. You are so lost in thought, eyes wondering all over his face and then back to the top of his head to start all over again, that you don’t even notice when he glances at you, smirking knowingly as he speaks. “Take a picture, sweetheart, lasts longer.”

“You know what?” You smile, pulling your phone out and doing just that– the flash makes his eyes sparkle so bright you might just stare at it forever. “There. Great idea, Dino.”

“Hey!” He gasps, eyes wide as he tries to look at the picture over your shoulder. “What are yo– wait, that looks good, send it to me! I want to post it on Instagram.”

“Only if you give me credit,” You joke, blushing when you feel Dino’s hard chest on your back. “If people know I’m the great Dino’s photographer, maybe they will start paying me to take pictures of them.”

Just then, there’s a silence in the air so heavy that you are even scared to breathe. If you turn your head to the side just right, your lips would touch. Every time he breathes, you can feel it tickling your nape, raising the hairs there in a way that you don’t remember ever feeling. And so you do something that has your head screaming at you not to do– you turn your head to the side just right.

There is something about the way he kisses you that has you your body tensing up in a way you never felt it before– in a way that very much so tells you this is a mistake. But, as you feel Dino’s soft lips against yours, moving as gently as they can, you realize that this might just be the first mistake you’ve ever made. And it might not be such a bad one, after all. With your hands on his chest, you push him away. There is no denying how much you’ve enjoyed that if the smile on your face is enough indication– the blush on your cheeks, the shyness in your eyes, the way your fingers grasped onto his shirt; everything screams good time. Yet, you pull away with a chuckle. “Oh boy, are we in trouble.”

“I-I am so sorry!” Dino gasps, eyes wide in disbelief as he slapped a hand over his puffed lips. For a moment, you both stare at each other, the tension in the air static like it was supercharged with electricity… until you start laughing. Head thrown back, hands over your stomach laughing. And, once again, Dino is there for you as you go throw the motions of the night, hand reaching for your shoulder and holding himself upright as he cracked up, tears threatening to spill. “Oh god, we’re in so much shit! If Jeongin finds out, we’ll be dead… and… and we didn’t even… this wasn’t even a thing!”

“It really wasn’t!” You nod, wheezing more and more by the second. You don’t quite understand why he’s laughing with you, but you’re thankful he is. Taking a minute to calm yourself down, you wipe your eyes with a final chuckle, trying to breathe normally again. “Oh god, this was hilarious.”

“I’m sorry, anyways,” Dino giggled, pulling you into a side hug as you two keep walking. “That was a stupid spur of the moment decision, and I shouldn’t have done it…”

“It takes two to tango,” You say, shrugging. “And as mistakes go, I don’t regret this one.”

“Wait until I tell Jeongin.”

That makes you look at him with a whole new whirlwind of emotions swirling behind your irises. “Are you insane?! Why would you do that?”

“Y/N… he has to know.”

You know he’s talking about more than the kiss. “Why does he has to know?” You sigh, leaning towards him in search of warmth and comfort. “It’s going to change everything… he likes Yuna, remember? I’m just his childhood friend.”

“Y/N, you’re not just his childhood friend,” Dino says. “You’re his childhood friend. You’re his best friend– you’re the woman who bailed him out of holding in freshman year, the one who cuddles him to sleep when he has nightmares, the one that drives him home when he’s too anxious to drive on the highway, the one who cheers his name the loudest in every single sport competition he’s ever had, the–”

“How on earth do you know all of this?”

“Jeongin told me,” It’s the way he shakes his head, with that usual little smile playing on his lips, that makes you think there’s more to what he’s telling you. “Jeongin always talks about you, you know? Sure, he has this crush on Yuna, but it’s just because everyone has a crush on Yuna, but that’s different. You know it’s different, you’ve had crushes, right?” Oh yeah, that you have. “Would you say that just because you had a crush on another guy, that the way you felt for Jeongin… diminished?”

“Of course not!”

“It’s the same for him! You have to trust me… it’s the way he talks about you. The way he hates the thought of any of us trying something with you, the way he keeps you so protected. Jeongin loves you, we both know he does.”

“I’m not worried about him not loving me, Dino,” You confess, voice meek and scared as you two stop in front of your dorm. “I’m afraid of things not working out. I’m afraid of not being able to keep up with him, of not being enough. He sees me as this version of myself from a decade ago. He sees me as a defenseless little girl who needs her best friend to get her up on her two feet and protect her from the evils of the world. In his eyes I’m still this person that hates parties and hates breaking the rules and that person is the one he’s talking about when he says I’m his matching set. He’s talking about someone I haven’t been in years, Dino, years! So I’m… I’m scared shitless that once he sees me for who I am today, everything will be lost.”

“Y/N-”

“No, okay?” Your brows shoot up as you shake your head desperately, starting to feel the panic of your reality set in. “You can’t tell Jeongin. You can’t tell him about anything we talked about tonight–”

“Y/N, wait–”

“-and you definitely cannot tell him we kissed!”

“What?”

If you were a better person, you’d take the loss. You’d turn around and face him on your terms– with an apologetic look on your face and begging words on the tip of your tongue. But, as you have been finding out lately, you are not the better person and you are definitely not a perfect person. You are just a girl, in love with her best friend, willing to make mistakes just so she can learn something. Willing to take the risk just so that there is a reward.

“Yeah,” You gulp, looking over your shoulder and making out just the silhouette of what seemed to be a tired and sweaty Jeongin. “It was a mistake, we talked it out, so just– OH MY GOD!”

This time, you know there is no turning back.

There is no reward.

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matching set // eight : no turning back

pairing: popular!jeongin x introvert!reader

genre: college!au, fluff

description: You two grew up together. As in, together-together. It’s an old tale, one where your mothers are best friends and so, much like best friends do, they went through every mile stone together– dating, marriage, and babies. Safe to say, you two learned from the best, so no one was really surprised when college came around and you two ended up in the same place. The only problem was, you’re not sure if you can stay the same when everything else has changed.

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AND HERE WE GO! GET READYYYYYYYYY >.< What do you guys think so far? Let me know, I love chatting with you bbs <3 as always, thank you so much for your support, it means so much to me to know that we have this beautiful community here!

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so-many-fandoms-here · 8 months

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(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistakes you notice)

• Characters: Shuntarō Chishiya, fem!Reader

•Genre: angst, fluff

•Warnings: mentions of violence

Angst Prompts - #3

Guilt is creeping through my body as I think about Arisu being beaten up by Niragi again. Chishiyas plan worked just as he thought but the price we had to pay was to to use someone as our bait.

Thousand violent imaginations what Niragi might do to him are popping up before my eyes and no matter how much I cry, my tears just won’t seem to wash the pictures away.

„(Y/n)“, I hear Chichiyas voice again. He tries to talk to me since we came back to his room, but I’m technically on stand-by. „(Y/n). Talk to me.“ I just keep staring against the wall. „You know I had to do something, right?“

Of course I know but that doesn’t make it better. It’s a cruel world that forces us to do cruel things but I refuse to believe it was the only option he had.

„I know“, I whisper between my tears. „But you didn’t had to use him like that.“

„But it worked“, he answers. I couldn’t help but laugh. „It worked?!“ I ask furiously. „Well that’s nice, maybe we can tell Arisu if we find what’s left of him!“

„(Y/n)“, Chishiya tries to reason again, but I interrupt him. „No!“ I scream and stand up from the bed I was sitting on. „The militants got him! Niragi got him! You know what that bastard is capable of!“ I feel new tears well up, so I quickly look up and rub over my eyes to prevent them from rolling down my cheek.

As I look back down Chishiya stands in front of me, calm as always, what makes me even more angry. „I know“, he just answers.

„Then why did you do it?!“ I scream at the top of my lungs, straight to his face. No muscle in his face even twitches, but his hands start to move. He grabs my arms, pushes me against the wall and looks me dead in the eyes. „Because I want us to get out of here“, he says, calm but intense, never leaving my eyes out of his.

„I know you want to save him“, Chishiya continues after I don’t say anything. „You want to help and save everyone. Your heart is way too big for this twisted world. Way too big for your own good sometimes.“

The tension is thick, his eyes are burning into mine and my arms are getting sore from his grip, but I don’t dare to move. Not because I’m afraid of him, I’m afraid of everything that is beyond his arms. He has a reason to do what he does, but others do it for fun, like Niragi. I’m not angry at him, I’m angry at the world we’re in.

Chishiyas hands become a bit softer as he continues to speak: „I cherish you for your good nature and sometimes I wish I was a bit more like you, but right now you need to be a little more like me. Of course I care but on the other hand it doesn’t matter what happens to Arisu or someone else, because at the end of the day are you the one that lays next to me.“

My heart stops beating for a second, just to start as twice as fast than before again.

„Look, I know I’m not the hero in this story, but as long as you and I are okay I don’t need to be. I will get us out of here and I will do whatever it takes to leave this hell with you by my side. If I compare it, it’s a small cost for a big prize.“

His eyes are now soft and his hands simply lay on my biceps. Tears are flowing down my cheeks, like a waterfall that just won’t stop. I almost collapse in his arms, trying to hold him as close as possible while I inhale his smell. I try to safe this moment for forever, try to bottle it up so it’s safe in my memory, in my heart.

„I‘m scared“, I manage to whisper after I ran out of tears. „I’m just so scared.“

„I know“ Chishiya’s matching his volume with mine, whispering in my ear. My head hurts from the crying and screaming and I’m tired, but I refuse to let go of him just yet. Thankfully he doesn’t seem to mind.

I feel like my fics are getting worse with every piece I write 💀 still wont stop lol. I hope you liked it anyways 🫶🏻

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j4zz4lop3 · 1 year

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I just made up an an amazing au for bugsnax but it doesn’t make sense to anyone but me hvgfbgg

It’s objectheads btw, and i haven’t decided on all of them. So far I’m pretty confident snorpy would have a landline phone (expertly inspired by the song touch tone telephone by lemon demon) when he got flustered, angry or just overall emotionally charged the phone would ring really loudly, he would also use it to communicate with the journalist *imagine him holding the talking part up to where his mouth should be*

Chandlos head is a basketball, he keeps loosing it because he uses it to practice (btw all of their heads can be lifted up and used as the actual objects they are, they’re just levitating above their bodies) when you first meet him he doesn’t have it, the quest about retrieving his balls would be called “don’t lose your head” ( i know very clever of me) and only at the end would he put it back and reveal what it meant

Floofty has one of the classic objects for a head: a computer. Their speech is like a text-to-speech program, and everything they say is also written in text on their screen. Facial expressions are also written out next to the text as emoticons, for example:

>I’m having fun! :D

>ahhh, the goggles! they do nothing! >:O

Triffany has a floating skull, closest thing to a head you can really get here but still not really one, it clacks when she speaks, and since they cant move their bottom jaws the top part moves up and down, not in the usual trashcan with a hinge grumpus way tho, imagine the canadians from south park (this makes her pun possibilities so much worse, damn you triffy, damn you and your mom jokes) (also i bet you someone stole it once to make a Shakespeare joke) (it was probably wiggle, she seems like the one, if not just triffy doing that herself)

Cromdo has a cash register, the payment for the broken bridge goes in the drawer, whenever he has an idea he really thinks can work the drawer pops out and he subconsciously goes *ka-ching!* also i like to think that the loose coins would rattle inside of him

Wiggle has a record player, fully functional one, plays records you put in. Plays her own records in there. Once again she sounds like her voice is coming from a vinyl record. And like the others that have their own emotion based quirks i think when she’s scared or shocked she makes a record scratch noise.

Wambus is a watering can, filbo and beffica stuck some stickers on it so imagine glittery cats and yellow smiley faces stuck on there, as a little bonus since i don’t have much to say here he drinks by pouring the snakwater inside of it from the top

Shelda would have a potted plant which i though of mostly because of the flower crown she wears, i think based on her emotions the flower would be limp and down or up and flourishing, it curls up when she’s meditating, the type of flower would also adapt to where she was actively living, in sizzlin sands she has a desert flower but when she moved to snaxburg it became a regular pansy flower

Lizbert has a compass, which instead of pointing to north, points twoards eggabel because i think it’s cute.

Those are what i could think of right now, if you have any good ideas lmk and if i make up something else that’s good or really like the ideas I’ll make another post

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where-is-francis · 2 years

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Steve harrington with a diabetic male reader headcannons

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𝘼/𝙉: I was debating on doing this one bc I’m not like SUPER knowledgeable on what it’s like to be diabetic, but I figured I’d go ahead and do it bc. Some specific content is better than none — I guess? That being said, this is pretty vague, but I wanted to make it as comforting as possible. This is in no way is meant to stereotype anybody or be ignorant — I just wanted something cute. I’m sorry if this is ass, writer’s block is a bitch.

𝙏𝙒: Like one mention of hospitals, that’s about it. Lmk if there’s anything I missed.

Steve Harrington is quite literally the best boyfriend you could ask for. Not only is he incredibly thoughtful and amazing, but he didn’t see you differently when you told him about your condition.

He tries not to ask questions at first (because he knows they get annoying), so he resorts to doing a bit of research. And by research, I mean mainly asking your friends and family.

They tell him a bit about how it affects your day-to-day life, as well as tell him what kinds of things you can’t eat/drink and offer ideas for substitutions.

You’re surprised, to say the least. Most people either assume you’re ‘completely healthy’ or they treat you like glass — Steve is in the middle, and it’s perfect.

We all know this boy’s love language is taking care of people. Not because he feels like you can’t do it yourself or anything, that’s just who he is. The same applies to you.

Nobody was surprised when you two started dating.

This man carries snacks in his car. Like, he did anyways, but now it’s mainly to make sure you have something if your sugar drops.

Have issues with your mobility? Doesn’t matter, he will help in any way he can. Not in a babying way, he just knows you’re too stubborn to ask for help sometimes.

Have a service dog? He’s in LOVE. He really loves learning all of the ways your dog has been trained to help you out. Not only that, he picks up on the dog’s cues VERY quickly. When you’re in public, he also makes sure nobody pets them bc they’re working.

His kitchen slowly but surely becomes stocked with your favorite stuff. Anything that you like and anything that’s good for you — Harrington’s got it in the kitchen. He’ll try to cook for you, but the first few meals are inedible. However, it’s definitely the thought that counts.

He caught on to your sense of humor pretty quickly and will use it to fuck with everybody, namely Dustin.

“Woah, are you trying to poison my boyfriend or something!?”

“Yeah, Dustin, what if I ate that granola and DIED? Blood. My blood is all over your hands.”

Henderson knows it’s a joke but it still scares him half the time.

Dizzy and need to sit down for a while? He will literally carry you if you let him. If you’re not comfortable with it, he’ll just make sure you’re okay and can relax for a bit.

This man tries SO HARD it’s honestly adorable. Honestly, he makes you feel better about everything — sometimes you forget it’s even there. Steve Harrington treats you like any other partner he’s had.

He’ll take you to appointments if you want. Whatever your comfort level, he just wants to make sure you’re in tip-top shape.

Dates that aren’t movie nights are 100% spent at the park or hanging out by the pool. Hawkins’ best quality is the nature, by far. It’s always so peaceful and there’s no better way to spend it than with you.

Okay, maybe swimming.

We know this man LOVES the water, but what else does he love? You. You in your trunks. Even if you’re just laying in one of the chairs to get sun, prepare for him to say anything and everything.

“I think it got at least twenty degrees hotter since you stepped out.”

His lines only get worse from there.

Afterwards, it’s time to go to bed. He’ll make sure to remind you to check your levels/take meds and do whatever else you need to.

When you curl up next to him, he smells like the pine trees that surround his house, and chlorine from the pool. A weird mix — but it’s insanely comforting. You’ll just have to deal with being kissed until you fall asleep. :,)

Like my stuff? Thanks, there’s more male/GN reader content on my blog. ST requests are still open! Reblogs over likes — it helps other people find my stuff. 💕

#jaws stranger things #x male reader #stranger things x male reader #steve harrington x male reader

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Floyd and Epel?

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***Standard disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions of the character(s); regardless of what I may think of them, sharing my thoughts is NOT meant to offend or to shame anyone that thinks differently.***

I think I’m speaking for almost everyone when I say that Floyd has one of the most unique character designs I’ve ever seen before (I mean, the same applies to Jade, just flip Floyd’s face horizontally and change the eye shape). It’s very bold and eye-catching in both the colors and the shapes; the earring, the black stripe of hair, and the heterochromia should make him look like a non-cohesive mess, but instead it really help the look pop. Floyd’s laidback attitude is reflected in how he dresses—loose, without paying much attention to fully buttoning up. Little details like that are the cherry on top 👌

Floyd is an extremely difficult character to comment on because he’s so finicky and hard to pinpoint. I generally really like him; his unpredictability makes Floyd a real wild card in any scenario or interactions he ends up in. I’m unsure of where he’ll lead the situation, but it’s sure to cause chaos and being me a good amount of entertainment. This wouldn’t be the case if he were real; it’s a nightmare to deal with a person that’s so moody and flippant with their desires and motivation... and worse yet, no clear or consistent way to tame or to calm him! I get a migraine just thinking of that mess 😔 But even with all of that in mind, I can’t help but love how free-spirited he is. Floyd doesn’t let anyone or anything tell him how he should live. He doesn’t let other’s opinions of him or their judgement deter him from having a good time. Yeah, it definitely means he gets out of hand sometimes, but there’s still something so cool about being free of everything but your own whims. Floyd doesn’t even want to be tied down by his relationship with Jade as a twin, he wants to be seen as a separate entity, not just someone “similar” to Jade.

Funnily enough, I think Floyd is the least insidious of the Octatrio. He’s not 100% innocent, he’s still capable of inflicting harm, but at the very least Floyd is open about it and will give you super blatant signs that you’re About to Die. With Azul and Jade, it’s much more of a slow burn, or like... the build-up to a jump scare in a horror movie. You never know what to expect or what they will knock you out; meanwhile, Floyd will give a ton of signals via his facial expression or body language (or outright announcing that he’s coming after you).

There’s two big misconceptions about Floyd in the fandom, and quite frankly, both of them can get on my nerves 🤡 because those misconceptions grossly contradict the canon information we are presented with in TWST. The first of these is that people seem to think Floyd is... dumb??? I’ve seen people straight up and unironically call him a himbo????? Which simply isn’t true; Floyd is “all or nothing”, he runs extremely hot or cold. If he feels like it, he can ace anything. If he doesn’t, then he fucks off to do something else or just doesn’t put in the effort. Floyd is extremely brilliant, but he doesn’t feel the need to put his talents to use all of the time if it doesn’t hold his interest and/or attention. Just because a character is spontaneous and “lolz so random” doesn’t always correlate with low intelligence, and I think it would be unwise to conflate those traits.

Now, the other big thing that the fandom tends to do with Floyd is 🤡 infantilizing him to a sometimes uncomfortable degree, and then often romanticizing that very childish and simple version of him. I totally agree that Floyd can be really cute (especially when he’s in his better moods), but to believe that he can do no wrong, that he is incapable of harming others, that he feels bad when he does it, or that his “squeezes” only amount to bear hugs is just incorrect. Episode 3 literally opens with Floyd “squeezing” a mob student until that mob student passes out. Note that Floyd appeared to be even eager to do it, asking Azul if they’re done talking and if he can finally start squeezing. When Azul prompts him to “squeeze to [his] heart’s content”, Floyd does it hard. There’s so many other instances of Floyd terrorizing his classmates (to varying degrees, it’s not all extremely violent, like when he teases Riddle about his height or ill-intentioned, like when he keeps chasing Jamil after he’s already out in a game because he wants to have more fun), but the fact is that Floyd isn’t sorry about anything that he does, he actively enjoys being a shit. Another thing I see a lot (that’s related to this take) is that???? People believe that somehow his mood swings can be controlled????? That isn’t true; even Azul and Jade, the people closest to Floyd, have a difficult time reining him in because Floyd HATES being controlled or being told how he should act. No one--not figures of authority, not his friends, not his significant other (in fanon), not even his family--can take charge of Floyd. Only Floyd can take charge of Floyd.

One headcanon that I’m very adamant about when it comes to Floyd is that I believe his nicknames aren’t meant to be cute or affectionate (especially Koebi-chan/Shrimp). I’m honestly shocked that so much of the fandom thinks otherwise???? Yes, he nicknames people based on the traits they have that remind him of corresponding sea creatures, but nicknames don’t inherently mean that Floyd likes everyone. The biggest example of this is Azul. When Floyd first met him in middle school, he had called Azul “Tako-chan” (Octopus). In modern day, Floyd only ever addresses Azul by his NAME. The same goes with Jade. What this says to me is that Floyd will actually drop the nickname if he likes someone enough. Now, that doesn’t mean that Floyd will necessarily always obey them, but it confers a degree of respect that’s rare for him to demonstrate in anyone else.

It’s so easy to just take Floyd at face value and not look any deeper into the things he says and does. He’s simple in that he just wants to chill and do whatever he feels like doing, but he’s complex in that he’s a lot more skilled than people take him for. He’s carefree, but that doesn’t mean he’s entirely childish or dumb--and he definitely can be cruel when he wants to be. I won’t claim Floyd is Super Deep, but I still wish the fandom wouldn’t lean into such extremes (whether it’s the soft takes, the harsh takes, or the ones that make him out to be just “random XD”) when it comes to him. It disregards the subtle nuances of his character 😔

With most characters, I can at least list a few redeeming qualities, but that doesn’t really hold true for Epel. He hasn’t done anything to offend me to the point where I’d actively dislike him, though! I just... find Epel to be blander than a slice of heavily processed white bread (and yes, that’s taking the other characters I think are boring into consideration). I guess he looks kind of cute cool? I really like the lace collar of his school uniform, his dainty lashes, and how his lilac bangs form delicate wisps around his face. Maybe I’d cut Epel some more slack if he didn’t look like he was 10 and constantly worrying about coming across as cool and stereotypically masculine 😅

He doesn’t have anything going for him personality-wise other than being a country boy that’s forced to act like a proper high society gentleman (which just so happens to be a trope that I don’t like), and his accent only makes it harder for me to understand him 😔 I don’t even find any of the little things he does cute or charming, I just stare at Epel and see your usual “fish out of water” character with kind of inconsistent writing. Like... in-universe, is there a clear reason for Epel keeping up his shy, timid facade whenever Vil’s not within view or within earshot? I thought the whole point of Epel was that he wanted to be more of a wild child, so why isn’t he breaking free more, because he’s scared Vil will catch him? What about when he’s back in his hometown, why does Epel keep up his polite and well-spoken act up then and only occasionally break out into his dialect?

There’s honestly not a lot of interesting lore about him 💦 I found myself paying more attention to the local foods of Harveston more than I paid attention to Epel’s family tree or to his childhood stories. There’s not a lot happening to keep me engaged, and everything seems to go by so much slower when Epel’s involved. I can’t even explain why I feel this way, it just is.

This is a personal peeve of mine (since I didn’t like Epel to begin with), but I think he took up WAY too much screen time in episode 5. It felt like he and Vil were fighting for dominance, being equally as unreasonable to each other, while pushing everyone else out of the spotlight, including his own vice dorm leader. The back and forth between his cheekiness and his moments of timidity were NOT cute to me. Perhaps I would be more forgiving if I actually cared about Epel, but I don’t :/ so the entirety of episode 5 was mildly irritating to sit through.

In spite of everything I’ve just said, I’m not going to completely write Epel off; he does have something to offer in how he engages with other characters (most notably Pomefiore). He has kind of a found family dynamic with Vil as his stricter parent and Rook as the more lax one. It’s also nice to see Epel cut loose and be himself around the other first years! I think what bothers me about Epel is that most of the time he’s pretending to be something he’s not??? It feels forced on his part and like he’s not enjoying it, so I feel like I can’t get invested in it either.

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