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viktheviking1 · 6 months

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Octavia’s reaction to Asmodeus

Loona and Via sat crouched by the door, listening to Blitz and Stolas on the otherside. "We're trapped in a h*rny prison!" Blitz shouted from inside.

“Those two would be given a life sentence.” Via smirked at Loona, who was now happily hogging all the popcorn.

Loona munched as she talked, “Absolutely! They are by far the horniest people I know.”

“Well, you’ve clearly never been to Lust.” Ozzie said as he approached from around the corner.

“Oh, the chicken’s back-” Loona started.

“Lord Asmodeus!” Via stood up suddenly, dusting herself off. She started, to curtsey, realized she wasn’t in a long dress, fumbled a bit, and ended up bending slightly at the waist, hoping it would suffice.

"Asmo-wha . . .?" Loona mumbled. She had met him earlier, but hadn't learned his name.

Ozzie smiled at Via's attempt at being proper and ruffled her hair and beanie, "Octavia! I haven't seen you since you still had down! How you been?"

Via took off her hat to adjust her hair, then put it back on, "I, Uh- I'm fine."

Loona stood up and leaned on Via's shoulder, "You mind catching me up on what's going on here."

"Oh, uh, Loona this is Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust. And Asmodeus, this is Loona, Blitz's . . . roommate?" Via trailed off.

"And receptionist. Good to meet you properly." Loona stuck out her hand, and Via tried not to visibly cringe at the incorrect social conduct.

Ozzie took the handshake without missing a beat, "Charmed! Are you young ladies enjoying the show?"

"Yeah, where'd you guys go earlier?" Loona leaned fully onto Via's head, who pushed her off, only mildly annoyed.

"Oh, we're just on the other side of the building, prepping some things." He smiled knowingly, "Just wanted to say hi to Stolas's pride and joy. Still can't believe how tall you are now. You training with the astro magic . . . Doohickey?"

"Yeah, the grimoire . . . Dad's teaching me some things. . ." Via rubbed her arm nervously.

Asmodeus had been holding a walkie talkie, which had been silent, but now Fizzarolli's voice came through, "Ozzzzzie! Come baaaaack! I'm boooorrreed!"

Asmodeus sighed, and crouched down to eye level to the Via, "Sorry, I've got to go, but listen, I can't imagine how rough your family life is right now. I'm honestly surprised you're cool with all this. And I know you don't really know me, or I you, but if there's ever anything I can do for you, call me, okay?"

Ozzie produced a small business card, and Via took it, looking the artistic details on both sides, which looked like beautiful design at a glance, but upon closer inspection, included d*cks in the intricate designs.

"Ozzzzzzzzziiiiiiieeeee! I can't trash talk Blitz by myself, I need an audience!!! Come laugh at my jooookkkesss!" Fizz's voice whined.

"Alright, I'd better get back, before I upset the Misses." Asmodeus bowed to them both, and turned into a blue flame, floating away.

The two stood there in silence for a moment, before Loona said, " . . . Wow . . . The deep-fried, feathered d*ckhead is a deadly sin."

I imagined Via's relationship with Ozzie to be that of like a great uncle or your dad’s cousin’s husband. Someone you might see at extended family reunions, and maybe hear about in family stories, but you’ve only actually met in person like 4 times, and 2 of those was before you were old enough to remember. But they remember fondly being there when you were 2 and played in a toilet that one time, so you’ve gotta accept their love for you; even if you know more about your local underpaid baristas who you see briefly once or twice a week, than them. That's my headcanon, anyway.

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saltyinternetflower · 8 months

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RWRB: Henry x Alex AU where both are actors paired together in a niche queer rom-com called "My Dear F***ing Prince."

Something has changed!

Henry can't put a finger on it, but he can feel it all the time.

He knows he isn't supposed to feel this way. He is a professional. He has been under the spotlight practically his whole life, and he has seen enough of the glitz and glamour of showbiz to become immune to it.

Or so he thought!

But Alex is different. That man doesn't have one fake fiber in his body! He smiles free and wide, like a child who is on a perpetual sugar high. He is passionate, kind, funny, and have eyelashes that remind Henry of storm clouds over a rainforest!

Henry looks across the room where Alex is getting his hair done. He is chatting up a storm with their hairdresser, Kathy. Henry can't take his eyes off him. Those unruly curls dance with each shake of his head. Those little dimples cut across Henry's heart with the sharpest pang...

And Henry's bleeding beating heart pounds with such an intensity he's afraid he might faint.

Alex's gaze turns towards him, and he winks jovially. Henry gives him a brief nod and averts his gaze.

"This is sick! Sick! Sick!" He screams in his head.

He can't feel that way. Their whole dynamic is built on trust. And Henry absolutely can't break it. God knows this is one of the toughest characters he has ever played, and the last thing he needs right now is a distraction.

But Alex is not just a distraction, he is the eye of a hurricane threatening to destroy the walls Henry has so carefully built around himself!

"Sex is like dance", says Robert, their intimacy coordinator.

"Did I mention I am a champion dancer?" Alex giggles, his low whisper tickles Henry's neck.

It's maddening... His scent is! A blend of cardamom and mint, and something that's just Alex.

"One, two, squeeze, and release. Then run your fingers lightly through his hair. Three, the kiss, and then a breath. Hold. And repeat," Bob taps his fingers in perfect sync as he explains the entire sequence like a dance routine.

Henry feels like he is running a fever. Alex is already in his breathing space. They are practically breathing the same air! It's too much for his poor heart to take!

"Oi, focus!" A little tug on his hair brings Henry back to earth. Alex has a blinding grin on his face. "I know I've mad charm but don't lose yourself, mate, I need you here."

Henry offers him a tight smile, refusing to meet Alex's eyes. He didn't trust his own voice to say anything.

"I am Henry F*cking Fox. I can do this sh*t!" He lets out a deep breath and steels himself.

"Alright, you boys ready for the first kiss?" Their director, Michael, approaches with a mischievous smile. His voice carries comfort and familiarity, and Henry already feels slightly calmer.

"Ready as we'll ever be..." Henry croaks.

"Can't wait!" Alex chirps.

"Let's go over it one final time," Mike leafs through the script and hums thoughtfully.

"The Prince leaves the party, drunk and disoriented. His own brother has humiliated him moments ago in front of other guests. He is on the verge of a panic attack, and he can't even make it to his room. He stumbles into the guest room accidentally, and you..." Mike turns to Alex "Take care of him as he has a breakdown, and you two share a tender moment befor the Prince flees."

"Swoon!" Alex clutches his chest dramatically, earning a slap on the wrist from Henry.

"Ow! What was that for? You literally gotta swoon into my arms, you royal d*ckhead!" Alex protests, rubbing his wrist gingerly.

"Language, Diaz!" Mike shakes his head, smiling fondly.

"Sorry, Captain," Alex shrugs.

"Remember, you have a safe word," The intimacy coordinator chimes in.

"And why can't it be 'squirrel'?" Alex pouts.

"Knock it off, Diaz," Mike chuckles, but then his expression turns serious. "Any time one of you boys feel even slightly uncomfortable, just say 'Red' and I'll clear the room," He says kindly.

"Roger, roger." Alex offers him a mock salute.

"Henry, all good?" Mike gives Henry's shoulder a light tap.

Henry shrugs. "Ah, peachy, chief!" He replies with a hollow laughter.

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"... aaand ACTION!" Mike shouts across the room.

Alex carefully lowers Henry on the bed, and whispers "I've got you, sweetheart."

Henry's vision is full of Alex. Even from this angle, he looks like a dream. Henry's eyes flutter shut. His lips tingle with anticipation. He swallows hard to soothe his dry throat.

With the first drag of Alex's warm lips against his, Henry's brain shuts down! Every sane thought escapes his mind, and he shudders like a wallflower in the winter wind!

"CUT!"

Henry knows he has messed up even before he can open his eyes.

"Umm, Henry, you're supposed to look into his eyes... And put a little more life into the kiss." Mike explains patiently. Henry exhales wearily and nods.

"Let's roll again!"

This time Henry doesn't close his eyes, and looking into Alex's big brown eyes makes everything a thousand times worse...

Or better!

He grits his teeth and bites down on every feeling as Alex's mouth softly latches onto his lower lip. When he pulls back, Henry notices a single thread of spit connecting their lips, and even before he could stop himself, a soft broken moan escapes him.

Henry freezes, terrified. Alex exhales sharply, and his eyes widen. Henry can almost see the thoughts running through his head, and he is so embarrassed he wants to die.

"Keep rolling" Henry can hear Mike instruct the camera crew, so he knows there is no escaping this.

Alex captures his lips in a searing kiss and swallows the spit thread whole. Henry desperately clutches his neck, and one of his hands kneads through his dark curls. He opens his mouth to let Alex in.

It's too late! He can't back off now! He better give it his all because...

There shall NOT be another take for this scene. If Henry wants to preserve even an infinitesimal shred of self respect, he must get it over with as quickly as possible!

Henry feels a little flicker of Alex's tongue! He knows they agreed on "no tongue" as if felt safer, and that soft little brush is accidental, but it sets his insides on fire. He wants to chase it so bad... But he can't!

He roughly grabs Alex's jaw, his nails lightly scratching his smooth skin. Alex lets out a tiny, inaudible gasp. His hips roll involuntarily, a delicious friction against Henry's thighs, and Henry is so turned on his back arches!

He grinds against Alex, his body moving to an invisible rhythm. He can feel pleasure taking control of his senses, the room slowly spins and swirls, like the surface of water, and then every shape reassembles to form a gorgeous face, every sense converges to the patch of skin where Alex's teeth are scraping against Henry's upper lip!

With a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach, Henry realises he is hard! Like, stone hard underneath his clothes. And there is no way Alex can't feel that!

Henry looks up at Alex with glassy eyes, mentally begging him to understand. He was already looking at him intently, brows furrowed.

"Hen, are you..." Alex breathes.

"Al, please. Help." Henry whispers, feeling devastated.

Alex latches their fingers together, and gives his hand a gentle squeeze.

Then he looks across the room and shouts "Mike, SQUIRREL! A big, bushy, furry, fuckin squirrel!"

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Should I continue? Feedback from besties requested 😇

#alex claremont diaz #henry george edward james hanover stuart fox #firstprince #red white royal blue fanfiction #red white royal blue fanfic #red white and royal blue movie #red white & royal blue #rwrb fic #rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb film #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez

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melkpotter · 8 months

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Okay okay, now think about the relationship between Teddy and Draco.

As we all could have guessed, the Malfoys went quiet after the war. Imagine Narcissa saying "fck this" and going to make peace with Andromeda.

They made up and everything, and Draco and Andromeda got closer too. I always think Andromeda is a mother hen person. So she always invites Draco to her place. While there, Draco meets his cousin Teddy. I don't think Draco has ever been someone who loved babies very much and played games with them that’s why he is not so close with him. But Teddy loves people, like most of the babies, and loves Draco.

Teddy’s hair color turns bright yellow when he saw Draco. When Draco look confusingly at him or rolls his eyes, he just laughs.

When Teddy 4-5 years old he hugs Draco every time when he sees him. Draco don’t like it but doesn’t complaining, he’s just patting his head.

Draco doesn't seem to like Teddy very much on the outside, but he actually cares about him a lot (“If you dare to touch my cousin, I will finish you off” Draco said to 4 years old little boy who is not doing anything wrong).

Draco -unconsciously- taught Teddy all the swear words he knew. Sometimes on purpose (D: “Call Harry a d*ckhead.” T: “What does mean d*ckhead?” D: “A nice compliment.”)

When Harry learned about this strange relationship between Draco and Teddy, he and Draco got into a "who Teddy loves more" competition. Harry always won -sorry Draco- (H: “Shut up Malfoy, of course I am his favorite, I am his god damn godfather.” D: “I am his fuking cousin, Potter. Family comes first.”)

Draco taught Teddy how to play wizard chess.

When Teddy 11 years old, few days before his first Hogwarts year. Draco and Narcissa came to Andromeda for tea. Teddy was nervous, like every 11 years old wizard/witch. He didn’t hug Draco. D: “Did you stop hugging me?” T: “I am just nervous, never mind.” Andromeda: “Calm down Teddy, everything will be okay. Didn’t you listened Harry, he said you will be an amazing student.” Teddy just smiled and Draco rolled his eyes when he heard Harry’s name. Teddy chuckled at him, “Don’t you like Harry?” D: “This is our thing, he doesn’t like me and I don’t like him.” Narcissa: “Grow up, Draco.” Draco looked his mum and winked at Teddy -I never thought Draco would wink at a kid but here we are- D: “Why are you nervous about Hogwarts, Edward?” T: “I want to be both a Gryffindor like my father and a Hufflepuff like my mother. What if I'm neither?” D: “First, Slytherin and Ravenclaw are good houses too, maybe better. Secondly, You are a Hufflepuff, everybody knows that.”

And yes, Draco calls Teddy “Edward” just for annoy him.

Long story short, they are good cousins.

(I'm not sure about the conversation few days before Hogwarts at all but let it stay)

#harry potter next gen fic #harry potter #harry potter next gen headcanon #draco malfoy #teddy lupin #harry potter next generation

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this-daydream-is-dangerous-13 · 8 months

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I just get the feeling HS is going to need to do something, say something, risk something and choose something definitely for something to start up. With their complicated history, she needs/wants to be convinced it's really different. In the articles, it also points at her liking 'being pursued' which could be a hint to him.

I think a lot of these articles are taking shots at YB, Anon. And like: HS has been sending signals - subtly and not so subtly via songs and MV and stylists and performances - for a long, long time. The last video, riddled with nods to her, was released July 19th!

Anything he does? Would not ever be in the public eye like this. This is wildly unprecedented. The last guy she legit dated who did stuff like this? JM when he praised her songwriting during the Fearless era.

Even sweet, over-the-top TH? Danced with her at the Met Gala in early May, spoke about how lovely she was when asked, then shot his shot privately in early June (a week or so before they went public with the Rhode Island beach photos). Things escalated quickly—in part due to CH being such a d*ckhead about the breakup—but the get-to-know-you hangouts were not this photographed or tracked.

And you can see why: so many people are like “he’s the one!” Which: how on earth would they be able to tell yet? This level of interest and scrutiny has the potential to get old really fast.

Based on their current public choices, HS and TS are (a) not looking for serious relationships and (b) dealing with other people right now. Both have seemingly chosen uncomplicated as is their right. Before any reunion, TS and HS would have to wrestle with some big stuff right up front (they know where they’ve had problems in the past) and they might not be ready/willing to do that right now. Or ever. But a reunion for them would never be easy. It could be amazing, but not easy.

Thanks for the ask.

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trawniki · 10 months

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Thoughts on Good Omens Season 2

I haven't posted on Tumblr in years, but the airing of Good Omens 2 was enough of an occasion to spark me back to life. So just to give you a fair warning, major spoilers under the cut.

I binge watched the whole season in one day like an adult person. First of all, I loved it. It felt familiar and comforting to return to these characters and their world. Back when I first saw the first season, my life was in a pretty difficult place: there were some personal losses that had me feeling hollow for quite some time, and I was still figuring out my place in the world and within my family. Watching the silly adventure of an angel and a demon trying to stop the world from ending was a like warm, comforting blanket I could wrap around myself. So to be able to return to that, I'd say it was worth all the wait.

So, some thoughts about the second season.

Maggie and Nina

Based on the trailer, I was a bit suspicious about their place in the story. But they grew on me lightning fast (aha, see what I did there). Now I'm kind of looking forward to following their relationship develop as well. Not only because they are an obvious parallel to Aziraphale and Crowley, but because they are an interesting couple of their own right, with their own insecurities and challenges. The matter of Lindsay left me wondering if there is more to her than we were shown. Maybe we'll learn more about her in season 3? Because there will be a third season. On a sidenote, the whole thing with the shopkeepers association and their meeting was also unexpectedly awesome and hilarious. This show is about angels and demons and yet it manages to portray humans so well. That is some excellent writing right there. Hats off.

Shax

I just loved Shax. What a great demon! A bit simple and bad at sarcasm, yes, but ruthless and able to strike where she sees an open. She has a purpose, and unlike many demons in hell, she wants to get somewhere.

Gabriel and Beelzebub

Okay, that was cute. Gabriel is still a d*ckhead, but so are the other archangels. Seems to be a part of their job description, really. Gabriel and Beelzebub didn't obviously need 6000 years to figure out they wanted to spend the rest of eternity together. I hope they are happy wherever they ended up.

Aziraphale and Crowley

I don't even know where to start. It was so good to see them so soft and comfortable around each other, trusting each other, the silly apology dance, Crowley without his sunglasses, the discussions about their car, their bookshop. And oh, those glimpses back into the beginning of everything, Crowley in his angel form (so they did know each other from before!), Job and his children, the business in the graveyard. Ughh. There is so much to talk about. I loved all of it. I love them both to bits.

And then. Those last minutes of episode six happened. They deserve a post of their own, but let's just say it was painful to watch. Great writing, amazing acting. So much emotions everywhere. And a terrible place to leave us hanging!

Some people have pointed out the similarities to the finale of Our Flag Means Death, and they are hard to miss. Misunderstandings, heartbreak, you name it. But what is really good about this is that the story is still unfinished! There is still more to come! It's hard to see the characters you love go through a heartbreak like that (and I mean them both), but from the point of view of storytelling, it was a necessary step that was executed extremely well. There will be no "us" until Aziraphale has finally sorted out his priorities, and I hope season three will show us that particular journey. It will certainly be an interesting one.

#good omens #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens season 2

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firefliesintheskyline · 1 year

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#soundwin AU where Win spent most of his childhood to early adulthood in the streets and became a sneak thief specialized in pickpocketing, but one day while he's doing his "job", someone grabs his wrist and twists his arm, resulting in him getting pushed face on the wall.

"Now be nice and give back what you took from these people"

Win smirks, completely unbothered.

"Don't see how I can do that if you don't release me"

It takes a moment but finally the person frees him, but only for a few seconds, just the time for Win to turn around and be caged in the arms of the most handsome guy he's ever seen.

"Now give it back"

"And what do I get in return"

"I don't know, maybe walking free? Not getting caught by the c0ps?"

"Nah, I don't think you're offering a good bargain"

It takes all but a couple of moments, and suddenly Win has pushed the pretty boy away from him and swiftly sent him on the floor, but when he's about to run away, he gets tricked and tripped on the floor, colliding once again with the face of the attractive guy.

"We should stop meeting like this"

Another movement, and now Win's back is on the cold floor, with pretty boy on top of him, holding once again his wrists down.

"We should stop meeting altogether"

"But that would defeat the purpose of the game"

Win has just the time for a brief smirk before two lips come crushing on his, and it takes all of his willpower to not take from his beautiful, most amazing mistake everything he's craving.

"Can you please stop making me chase you around, Win"

Win raises his hand and gently strokes Sound's hairs.

"Now, weren't you the one saying we should stop meeting"

Sound closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, which amuses Win, who can clearly see him mentally counting to ten.

"You know what I mean, d*ckhead. We wouldn't need to meet if you just finally decided to move in with me"

"Pumpkin, one night stands don't work like that"

It was Sound's turn to smirk.

"One night stands are also supposed to happen once...not once a day"

"Only because you keep following me around"

Win can't help but laugh when Sound gives him the most unimpressed look with a perfectly raised eyebrow, and he decides to concede, while slowly sliding his hands on Sound's sides.

"And your body is definitely a great argument working in your favor"

"But not enough to stay"

It doesn't matter how many times they have this conversation, it still breaks Win to see the love of his goddamn life think he might be the reason Win doesn't stick around.

"Sound, I can't. This is my life. And it's dangerous. I might upgrade to assassin if someone ever hurts you."

"Then you should've never gotten into my life"

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. The moment I saw you, I just couldn't walk away. I needed to know you. I needed to taste you. But once I did, I just couldn't move on. And that's why I need you to do it...for both of our sakes"

Sound just scoffs, completely unaffected, and proceedes to get up, but not before putting all of his weight onto Win to leave him out of breath.

"Nice try. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go home, before my one-time-a-day stand shows up and begs me to forget the bullsh*t that came out of his mouth just hours prior"

Sound starts to leave, but not before showing Win, who's still lying on the floor, some of the stolen stuff that he managed to pickpocket from the thief in charge himself. Damn, he was getting too good at it.

"...f*ck"

#my school president #soundwin #sound x win #winsound #win x sound #sound saran #my school president Au #ficlet #idk it just came out of my mind

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stevesbipanic · 2 years

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No bc I’m in tears reading your post. Like it’s so unfair we haven’t gotten a single Steve and Hopper interaction and it’d be so nice to see Hopper look out for Steve, especially since we know his dad is an d*ckhead.

I've read a few fics that sadly I haven't bookmarked so I can't link them here, but they focus on Hopper looking out for Steve and seeing him as another one of his kids and like pseudoadopting him. There's a great one that has them building that relationship between season 2 and 3 and then Steve losing him similar to El losing Hopper but he doesn't have Joyce to adopt him after season 3. I just wanted a Hopper/Steve hug at the end of Vol 2 like he had with El even just a quick one. Just want both Jonathan and Steve who really take on caretaker roles and don't really have a dad to look up to, to have Hopper as their dad.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #st4 #stranger things season 4 #steve harrington #hopper is a great dad #hopper and steve #jim hopper #hopper is alive

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j-art-2d2 · 2 years

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Correction

Chapter 1/?

Arcane University AU

jinx x caitlyn story (this chapter involves cait x vi)

tw : none really, jinx is a d!ckhead, insanely attractive love interest, caitlyn just wants to make a good impression w the pretty girl pls

Caitlyn's POV

Caitlyn was pissed.

Actually, she was feeling a lot of things at the moment but being pissed was the easiest to focus on. Due to her mother’s theatrics, she was late for her first class. More than late. So late, she was now early for her next one. For a moment she lets her stress get the better of her, as she begins to overanalyze her outfit. She takes note of how the wind lightly blows her skirt up as she jogs across campus. Before entering the building she bends over to tug her socks up so they are both evenly placed right below her knee.

She double-checks to make sure she has the right room. Her schedule tells her she needs to be at 314A: Criminal Justice in the Wilkinson Building. The door reads 314A, so she pushes it open with feigned confidence, her back straighter than usual and her chin held high. She’s overcompensating. Besides a few quick glances, nobody pays her much attention, so she heads straight for the back.

Turns out she took a seat next to a tall, somewhat built, dark-haired man named Jayce. She knows that because he wrote his name on his assignment, not because he told her. Caitlyn takes note of the way his eyebrow crease deepens when he crosses his t’s and dots his i’s. “Hi, I'm Caitlyn!” she says quite literally out of nowhere and in a higher pitch than intended. Her nervousness seeps through the barrier. He jumps a little but smiles nonetheless, “Hello Caitlyn, I’m Jayce”; he holds his fist out. His light grey long sleeve slightly slid, peeking out from his university jacket sleeve. The jacket tells Caitlyn he was probably excited today, while his gesture tells her he’s friendly and welcoming. It makes her think of a golden retriever, so she bumps his fist. As the class goes on, Caitlyn figures out she quite likes Jayce. She thinks maybe she’s found a friend. If not that, she definitely has found someone to sit next to regularly. As the minute dwindles down, Jayce and Caitlyn compare schedules. They see that they have the same class next, Physics. It’s Jayce’s idea to walk together.

The class is dismissed, and they set off. On the way out, Caitlyn is called back by her professor to get her name for attendance. As if she hadn’t beaten herself up enough, he then scolds her for being late and tells her not to make a habit of it. Caitlyn issues a quick apology and exists the room. Afterward, Caitlyn blindly follows Jayce to another building she’s never heard of, trying to remember his path. Caitlyn blindly follows Jayce trying to remember the path he’s taking. He seems to be over-familiar with this campus; confidence rings through the steps of his high tops. “You’ve been here before. A lot.”, Caitlyn states matter of factly. Jayce is thrown off a bit by her observation but explains, nonetheless. “Oh yeah, I’m always here. My mom was an alumna. So ever since I was a kid, I knew that this was the place for me.", he says with a smile and a chipper voice to match. Caitlyn only hums as a response. She doesn’t have much experience making her own decisions, so she doesn’t have much to contribute to the conversation anyways. They sharply turn another corner, the 10 minutes to get to their next class catching up to them. Caitlyn doesn’t make it as far as Jayce. She’s stopped short due to bumping into a person in front of her.

Naturally, to avoid a painful collision, Caitlyn grabs the shoulders of the other person. Halting them while keeping herself steady. Caitlyn has to look down a significant amount to see the details of the person in front of her. She notices that she’s a girl with ridiculously long blue hair. It was braided back only to the top of her shoulders, a metal band securing the braid and allowing the rest of her hair to fall across her body. Caitlyn takes notes of blue eyes, jealousy pinging her chest. The blue is much brighter than her own eyes. She scans the shorter girl’s face more intently now. Sharp eyebrows fixed in an annoyed expression. Freckles that remind Caitlyn of constellations. The black shadow under her eyes adds a nice contrast to the striking blue color. Plump lips, curled up, saying words that Caitlyn is not listening to. She’s too busy acknowledging the raw beauty of the girl in front of her. A hand pushes her back and to the side. “Well, excuse the fuck out of me!” the girl snaps and starts jogging in her original direction, opposite Caitlyn. Jayce has to tug Caitlyn's arm to get her to walk again. She doesn’t speak until they’re sitting down in their seats.

“Who was that?”, Caitlyn blurts out. Jayce looks at her, halfway confused, halfway amused. “You don’t know her? Everybody knows her.” She shakes her head and responds, “Everybody but me.” Jayce simply shrugs and states, “You will.” Caitlyn decides to leave the conversation at that. Clearly, she’s missing something here. She starts to wonder if her mother sheltering her for her whole life is beginning to embarrassingly catch up to her. There’s no time to think about that. The commotion in the front of the room takes her attention instead. First, she sees an average-sized, dark skin boy with grey twists contrasting his darker complexion. He’s wearing an oversized dark green jacket that seems to envelop his body. Black jeans and black and white sneakers, littered with what looks like neon graffiti, complete his look. “Well, if you wanted to borrow my skateboard, you could’ve just asked! I don’t know why you decided to track me down on the other side of campus, just to fail at snatching it from my hands as you run by!” he shouts while walking in. There’s a goofy smile on his face. Caitlyn figures he’s talking to a friend. She watched him hold his board out to whoever was walking in. Caitlyn hears her before she sees her, the voice unmistakable. “It would’ve worked out if I hadn’t bumped into a stupid Piltie on the way here. She threw me off my game!” then she elbows the dark-skinned boy with raised eyebrows and says in a sing-song voice, “Nice rack, though..” They both laugh. Caitlyn doesn’t. She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling oddly exposed now.

Caitlyn takes this opportunity to observe the blue-haired girl's outfit. Overalls made from deep brown corduroy fabric hang loosely on her body. The bottoms are rolled up three times but still get caught at the bottom of her boots. One shoulder strap is up while the other falls carelessly off her other shoulder. Her black shirt, if you can even call it that, does nothing but cover her nipples essentially. Caitlyn starts to burn up. She notices that the graffiti on the boy’s jacket matches the graffiti littered at the bottom of the girl’s overalls. “Yeah.. yeah..” the boy starts, “Anyway, where do you wanna sit?” Caitlyn catches the eye of the blue-haired girl and sits up, hope emitting from her. A scoff and “Anywhere but there..” is what Caitlyn hears next. Caitlyn audibly sighs as a response. This catches Jayce’s attention and causes him to look up. His eyes land on the dark skin boy, and his face immediately brightens. Caitlyn accepts her inevitable doom, and Jayce lifts his arm and exclaims, “Ekko!! My man!! You already know where to sit!” The boy, who Caitlyn now knows is Ekko, responds with the same enthusiasm as he drags the blue-haired girl towards the back of the room with him. Both girls audibly groan at the same time.

There are not enough seats on Jayce’s side so the girls are forced to not only sit in the same area but also right next to each other. While the boys seem to be having the time of their life, Caitlyn is at a standstill. She remembers her manners and turns to introduce herself. With a hand held out and a warm smile, she begins “Hi I’m C-” “Caitlyn. I know.”, blue-haired girl cuts her off, keeping her attention on the pencil she’s twirling. As if the wood encasing lead is more interesting than she could ever be. “Okay.”, Caitlyn says while slumping back in her seat. She raises her palm and motions toward the girl. “And who are you?”, she asks, tone flat. The girl looks at her like she’s a cross between stupid and insane. “You really don’t know who I am?” she asked with a chuckle. Caitlyn just shakes her head no. Obviously not if I'm asking. This excites the girl, and she leans back in her chair, swinging her arm trying to catch Ekko’s attention. Without caring if he’s listening or not she exclaims, laughter evident in her voice. “Hey, Ekko!! Piltie has no idea who I am!!” Caitlyn feels the back of her neck burn hot. Like everyone is in on a joke. Like she’s the joke. Because she is. Ekko chuckles and throws an eraser in the girl’s general direction. “Jinx, play nice. Nobody likes a bully.”, he says, tone playful.

Jinx. That’s all Caitlyn can focus on.

Now that she can put a name to a face she turns to face the blue-haired girl. “Well Jinx..”, she pauses. The name on her tongue makes her tastebuds feel different. Before she can decide if it's a good or bad type of different Caitlyn continues. “I hope that we can become fro-” Jinx cuts her off again. “Have you ever been told to shut the fuck up?”, sarcasm dripping from her voice. “..N-no?”, Caitlyn stutters, now cautious. Jinx just nods, head resting in her hand, and lets out a hum. “Hmm… yeah.. I can tell.” Caitlyn decided she does not like talking to Jinx. For the rest of the class, she keeps her attention on her left side, completely ignoring the girl on her right. She hears Jayce invite Ekko to lunch and immediately starts thinking of an excuse. Jinx makes her stomach swim and she doesn’t think she’d be able to enjoy her food if Jinx is there. In fact, she thinks, I can’t stand this class with her here either. Luckily, the professor dismisses the class. Before Jayce can even open his mouth, Caitlyn is already standing up and gathering her items. She quickly tells him to put his number in her phone. While typing in the digits, he looks up at her concerned. “Wait..so you’re not getting food..?” “Nope!”, Caitlyn says, emphasizing the p, “I’m gonna go find the library. Not hungry anyways..”, she shrugs, feeling blue eyes bore into her skull behind her.

She turns to spin on her heels and exit the room but hears Ekko speak. “You know… Jinx actually always goes to the Library during lunch.” Caitlyn already hates where this is going. “Maybe she can walk you. Big campus, twists, and turns, travel buddies are essential.” he jokes. Neither Jinx nor Caitlyn laugh. “I was actually going to get lunch today. Didn’t have breakfast. Maybe next time..”, Jinx trails off. Caitlyn looks like she knows Jinx is lying but doesn’t press the matter further. She didn’t want the girl to walk her anyway. With that said, Caitlyn sets off to the library. It took her a couple of wrong turns to find the building but she gets there nonetheless. The smell of the pages and wood in the air calms her. Grounds her. Reminds her that she’s more than the nickname Piltie. That she’s more than her mother and the money and glistening buildings. The thought of her being more than a punchline to Jinx crosses her mind. It makes her feel less secure than she already was so she lets the thought pass just as easily as it had come. She finds herself in the section holding books with details from high-profile cases. Her favorites are the books with interviews. Exact quotes straight from a killer’s mouth. Excerpts involving the gruesome details of the acts they’ve committed. The criminal mind intrigued her. After skimming through a couple of books she settles on three that she’s willing to check out and indulge herself in for the next day or two.

The rest of her day goes by smoothly. She’s able to find the remainder of her classes. Chats with a few friendly faces. The only inconvenience is the way her face involuntarily twists when she sees Jinx in passing. Apparently, they have a few classes together. As the day winds down, Caitlyn heads to check out the outdoor activities before heading home. As she passes the oversized field, something catches her attention. One quite short, red-headed girl, in between a large group of guys. Based on their attire, Caitlyn figures that they’re here for football tryouts. While watching the tryouts, Caitlyn notices the way that the boys doubt the red-haired girl. That is, up until it’s her turn to show off her skills. “Okay hot stuff..” she hears the coach say to the girl and internally cringes. “It’s a simple play-through. All you have to do is run this football to the end-zone. You make it, you’re in. You’re tackled, you’re out.” The red-haired girl doesn’t say anything. She simply cracks her knuckles, then her neck, and grabs the ball. It all happened so fast. The girl is lighter on her feet than Caitlyn could’ve expected. Not only is she avoiding the men, but she’s knocking half of them down with her shoulders as she runs by. The scene ignites a fire in Caitlyn. A fire that her mother so desperately tries to snuff out. At the end zone, the red-haired girl drops the football and spits out her mouthguard. “See you at practice coach!!”, she shouts as she makes her way off the field. Her assumption would be right. How could she not be welcomed onto the team after the show of sheer talent she just put on? Stopping short in her tracks, she eyes Caitlyn up and down and flashes her a smile that shoots through Caitlyn like a bullet.

Caitlyn’s palms sweat and her ears ring as she realizes that the red-haired girl is now making her way toward her. “Enjoy watching me play?”, the girl asks, the seductive energy she’s emitting throws Caitlyn off. “Y-yeah, I mean.. N-no I mean, yes you play good but no I wasn’t like… staring or anything. Just passing by.” “Passing by..?”, the girl parrots. “For twenty minutes?”, she questions, eyebrow raised. Caitlyn was caught. “Mhm.” is all she can manage to get out. Clearing her throat and wiping the sweat on her palms off on her skirt, she holds out her hand. “Hi! I’m C-” She’s cut off again. “Piltie. Her name is Piltie.”, says a familiar voice. Caitlyn turns and sees Jinx, sluggishly making her way down the bleachers behind Caitlyn. “Can we go now, sis.. you obviously made the team.” Had she been there the whole time? Waiting? Watching? Violet takes her hand and shakes it firmly, a smile evident on her face. “ Well, Piltie..” she jokes, “I’m Violet. I’m sure you know my baby sister Jinx.” Caitlyn rolls her eyes and huffs. “Yeah.. everyone knows her apparently.” Violet laughs, not catching the annoyance in Caitlyn’s voice. “Haha, yeah that's so true. But anyway, I’d love to stay and chat but Jinx gets a little cranky when she’s out of the house for too long. How about you give me your number and you can tell me more about how you managed to pass by..” Air quotes. “.. for twenty minutes?” Violet is already holding out her phone. Jinx just groans and reaches into Violet's duffel-bag, pulls out a pair of keys, and walks off. “Car! Waiting! Hurry your gay ass up!”

Caitlyn types her number into Violet's phone. She sees Violet save it as “Cupcake” but doesn’t question it. Then she quickly goes home, more than ready to forget today. Forget this place. Forget Jinx. She ignores her mother as she tries to greet her and ask how it all went. Walking into her room, she face-plants on her bed and lets out a scream. Caitlyn has no idea why she’s so frustrated. Today wasn’t even all that bad. Just when she thinks maybe she should write a pros and cons list of how the day went, her phone rings. Jayce’s name pops up on her screen. She takes notes of the dog emoji he had put next to his name. Total golden retriever. It was just him being kind. Sending a picture of his schedule for easy access and letting her know that he’s happy he met her. Caitlyn sends a pic back of her schedule and returns the kindness. During dinner, Caitlyn mostly just hums responses at her mother while she talks about the importance of making a good impression. Caitlyn thinks back to Jinx. No good impression there. With the blue-haired girl in mind, Caitlyn’s stomach flips. She comes to the decision that she’s done eating. The only thing that could remotely make her feel better now is a nice, warm shower and one of her books to lull her to sleep. That’s exactly what happens.

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mirrorball — steve harrington

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader warnings: b*lly hargrove being a controlling d*ckhead, some profanity, hinting that the reader has weak ties with vecna, lots and lots of angst, not proofread. word count: 1.5k summary: rocky isn't quite the word for your and steve's relationship. on and off, both too desperate to win the other back, would be more accurate. and everytime the scale tips to one side, something breaks in the other. the last part might not make sense LOL but i tried my best. note: first fic! it's currently 1am, i am sleep deprived and this is NOT proofread so good luck with that. hope you enjoy reading this as much as i did writing it.

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I want you to know, I'm a mirrorball I can change everything about me to fit in

You stood, almost uncertainly, at the foot of your bed with one hand resting lightly atop the table. Hesitantly, you turned around to look at the mirror one last time before seeing your brother's unamused look.

"You can go already, Y/N, Steve couldn't care less if you were wearing a trash bag. He practically foamed at the mouth after seeing you in that ratty sweatshirt, it doesn't make a difference," Dustin deadpanned.

Gesturing helplessly, you craned your head towards the mirror to look at the back of the dress. Did it show too much of your bare back? Would Steve even mind? In turn, that lead to: did you care too much about what your literal ex thought?

"I don't care about what Steve thinks," you managed rather unconvincingly, "we broke up months ago. It doesn't matter."

One thing about having Dustin for a brother meant that just about nothing escaped him, "Doesn't matter my ass, you spent a week picking a dress for a party that he was just going to be at. Not even one he was hosting: who are you kidding here, Y/N?"

You grimaced, "Is this too much?"

Dustin assumed an excellent poker face, "You're wearing makeup, which you renounced ages ago because it was destroying the environment, you're going to a party, which you hate because alcohol makes you want to puke, and you're wearing a dress."

"A dress?" You repeated, not quite sure where his point was going. You wore them, didn't you?

"Not dress, like- proper dresses," Dustin gestured frantically, "Long, party dresses. Not skirts, learn the difference."

You ran a hand along the hemline of your outfit, "It's not too long, is it?"

"No, no, that's the thing. It's just as short as what that girl Steve used to hang out with wore," Dustin tried to come up with her name, "Cammy, Cady? Maybe it was Christina. Something like that."

"So, not natural?" You pressed, subconsciously dabbing at your eyeshadow to lessen the look you'd spent no less than an hour on. Your hair was finally something short of a bird's nest, a feat that had taken far more energy than you'd like to admit.

Dustin crossed his arms as he looked at you scrutinizingly.

"It's just too natural. Y/N, you look just like her - her type. Not type, you know what I mean."

You are not like the regulars The masquerade revelers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten

Billy was uncomfortably close to you as he downed his umpteenth drink for the night, his hand resting on your waist while he occasionally glanced at you with that almost predatory look in his eye.

The amount of sweaty, closely packed bodies around you had made it horribly difficult to navigate around the place, but the moment he'd seen you, he'd seemed to make it his mission to keep you by his side for the rest of the night.

Or even longer.

Sure, you'd acted as if the alcohol wasn't much, but after choking down a few mouthfuls you'd given up on drinking for the rest of the night. Clear heads, clear conscience, or something of that sort. You weren't going to knock yourself unconscious within 100 meters of Billy Hargrove: dumb party and infallible ego or not, you weren't that stupid.

Despite your attempts to remain sober and looking decent, the edges of your hair were soaked and sweat glistened on the curve of your neck, causing your dress to stick at you.

But despite all that, you forced a smile, sensing the whispers that had only begun when Billy had taken your hand.

"Oh, with him? Wasn't Harrington enough?"

That was one of the better voices that kept nagging at you, that only amplified when Billy's hand somehow made its way onto your thigh, moving closer and closer.

It made your heart race, but not the way poets go about it.

Still, you smiled. And you said nothing. You let the rumors flicker, let them turn into some sort of a wildfire as you directed your attention towards other things.

Hush, when no one is around my dear You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love

God, you were stupid.

You let Billy Hargrove's stupid hands wander and it was only when he leant forwards to place a kiss on your cheek that you excused yourself.

Stupid, stupid Y/N with her inability to say no.

You had tiptoed your way into the hall, slipped out the front door, and leant against the outer walls of the house in desperate need of some fresh air.

You didn't expect anyone else to be there, but the annoyingly warm but unwelcome smile that could only belong to Steve Harrington seemed to haunt you wherever you went. Hair unkempt, he had taken a similar position to that you wanted to.

Surprised by your appearance, he muttered, "Rough night?"

"You'd think," was all you managed before you turned away from him, ready to find somewhere else to sulk in peace, somewhere else where you could be by yourself.

As you shifted in the other direction, you felt a light grasp on your arm.

It wasn't heavy, it wasn't the sort of revoltingly controlling grip that Billy had forced onto you. It was light and the kind that tried to appear careless, but had unspoken weight behind it.

"Hey," Steve tried as casually as he could, "you can stay. I won't talk, or whatever."

You were anything but casual. His hand on your upper arm, warming your body in the freezing weather, and that god-awful smile that was just the right mix of charming and awkward.

The kind you'd missed waking up to.

So you stayed, and you let Steve drape his jacket over your arms before you - under the influence of the alcohol, you later defended) - tilted your head upwards and inhaled the familiar scent that was Steve Harrington.

And it was nothing short of intoxicating.

I'm still on that tightrope I'm still trying everything to get you laughing at me

You placed what you hoped was a reassuring hand on his shoulders, but Steve didn't reply.

Your hand fell, and you turned your back on him, trying to take even breaths as your shoulders began to shake. It all came crashing down on you, in that moment.

Eddie was dead.

Max had died.

And Steve, you didn't know what to call it.

Something had changed, in the wake of Eddie's passing, an unfamiliar coldness that had settled between you two. It was just so fucking hard to get Steve to smile the way he used to. That smile that used to send a rush through your body, used to make you feel even more alive when he placed a light kiss on your cheek.

It was empty eyes and empty smiles: you hated it. You wanted Steve back.

But it was a dangerous game that you were playing. You didn't know it yet, but something inside of you had shifted as well. Bordering on madness, some wd call it. Others were less kindly about your condition.

Could you break it to Steve?

In his state, you'd decided not to. Dustin had threatened to do so, but you'd pleaded with him not to. Eddie had taken your secret, at least partially, to the grave. Max, you didn't know. You couldn't put something like that on his shoulders, another weight to burden.

So you slept on the couch and let the nightmares make their way to your head, let them take over your mind and let yourself scream soundlessly as you clutched at the blankets, eyes rolling up in their sockets.

It wasn't that bad, you argued.

It couldn't be that bad.

Because I'm a mirrorball And I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

It was now you that was too far away for Steve to reach. He'd turn around and you wouldn't be there. If you were, the same hollow smiles that you'd cried yourself to sleep with greeted him.

Was this what he deserved?

Because both of you had broken: just in different ways. You had shattered, he had caved in. Your pain turned into nothing, another meaningless plea. His pain still ate away at him, but it was nothing compared to the blankness that was you.

It took a long time for the darkness to leave.

You were with him when it happened. It was to be another mindless dance, almost robotic movements under those dazzling lights. But this time, instead of the cold, unfeeling lips that met his, Steve felt warmth.

He spun you around, not seeing your face yet. Hand in hand, he could feel the familiar flush that always rose when you made contact with him returning.

And when you smiled, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

The reason was simple: you were a mirrorball.

It was only when Steve was at peace with himself that you could go back to who you once were.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #upside down #stranger things imagines #steve harrington imagines #viernesgirl

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The review you recently posted about Harry's house is something I felt regarding 1989. I know lot of people here consider haylor as one sided love and other sided fling but I never felt that way. In almost all harry songs he seemed confident that she loves him. I can feel your heart inside mine, will you ever love me AGAIN(implying she loved him first time), even Him is like 'I know you love me you are pretending you dont. I don't think she would take him back so many times for 3 years straight don't think he would feel this way if she didn't do things that made him feel this sure.(this is a clear contrast to camille where he is aware he write too many songs about her). The fact that Taylor compared haylor to roschel(a relationship where both loved the other) and was petty enough to like a tweet calling him immature (after yacht kiss with kendall Jenner ) tells me that she definitely had something more than 'fun hookup' . Plus harry was only ex Calvin hated to the point where he blocked everyone with harry picture in profile (god he was a d*ckhead).

I feel like Taylor let us into her and harry's relationship in a polished way. Like she says the story in 'taylor swift ' way without putting taylor in it. Because there isn't a track that makes you feel like oh fuck! And in songs that are sad she disguises it with heavy production and makes a point of "hey he made the first move". Thus it comes across as unemotional or unimportant or 'she didnt love him' way.Like you said She made a perfect pop album but not a perfect Taylor album.

i've mentioned this, but i do think a factor in the misperception is that the fact that it was extended years of on again and off again isn't as widely known, so there's this idea that it was much shorter lived. what's strange to me is when i see comments saying there's no real love on 1989 itself, because it is very present and very much the pulse of the record to me, but it's a different *kind* of love than red was, or than joe is now. there tends to be this...dismissal? of the fact that we love different people in very different ways, romantically and otherwise, and no two relationships will be the same. the glossy polish of the album and some of it being kept at arm's length or wrapped in anxiety doesn't negate the emotion that is there, you know? we just have to search a bit more for its vulnerability. but the concept that it was one-sided or not real or impactful to her is baffling to me, and not something i knew fans even thought until recently! there's nothing that suggests to me that it didn't matter to her, it was so much of them feeling that connection but struggling to be on the same page at the same time. and i guess it's difficult to talk about because if we acknowledge it was meaningful, we get characterized as "shippers," which... 😵 they're real people, first and foremost, and we're not clamoring for them like a fictional couple, we're just looking at what did happen and what's been expressed in the music, and it's interesting primarily *because* we do have his side as response.

(i wasn't on twitter and i intensely disliked CH at the time, so i didn't see that firsthand, but my friend has told me about him blocking people over their icons and it's so ridiculously petty.)

but yes that's very much how 1989 feels, it's sparkly and a little disguised and genius in its production, but it's almost like the absence of some of the raw edge she's known for makes it feel slightly less emotionally present, and so much of that stemmed from her desire to pivot away from what came before. her classic hallmarks aren't as clear because that was the intent, creating that more tightly curated pop record. it's a great listen! it's just a little less revealing.

#anonymous #letterbox #thrown out speeches

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Day 016: Escaped.

Featuring Eddie Munson, and Dustin Henderson.

Steve Harrington mentioned.

1,124 words, and spoilers for s4 Vol. 2, I guess.

Eddie coughs as Dustin holds him in his arms. Dustin wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt, to clear the tears from his eyes. “I’m getting you home, Eddie.” He says, reaching into Eddie’s vest to pull out his pocket knife he got at the War Zone. Dustin cuts the fabric of both of their jeans’ pant legs, and fashions a makeshift bandage. “Where’s Steve when you need him?” He mumbles, and stands up. He grits his teeth. “Sorry, this will hurt, Eddie. And I need you to put pressure on those wounds, alright?” He says, and hears a grunt from Eddie in response. He rubs his hands, and lifts Eddie’s limp body by the armpits, dragging him back towards Eddie’s trailer. He teeters as pain shoots up his leg. Dustin whimpers, he’s not sure if it’s broken, but that fall he took as he tried to get back through the portal after Eddie cut the line to lure the bats away from the portal certainly left its mark. For a singular moment, Dustin considers waiting for help. Eddie will bleed out long before the others will be on their way back.

He tightens the bandanna on his head, and hears Eddie moan as he bumps a rock. He sees the smears of blood causing a trail to where he stopped. F*ck the pain in your leg, Dustin! He scolds himself, hitting his cheek with his palm. Would Steve stop fighting if you were in trouble? Eddie needs you right now, get your head in the game! He inches backwards again, avoiding the vines and rocky surfaces as much as possible. He inhales, glancing behind him, and spying Eddie’s house in the distance. He exhales. Enough people have almost died to protect you, it’s about time you repaid the favor! “Come on.” He says, to himself, repeating it as he yanks as hard as he can, letting out a loud yell. The yell was both to summon courage and strength, and also because he could feel his foot gnawing at his sanity. And with a string of various, and colorful swear words as his leg protests. After what feels like ten years, Dustin reaches the door, and kneels down to check on Eddie.

“...Eddie? You still there?” He asks, and Eddie mutters something as blood spurts out his mouth. Dustin leans in, trying to hear what he said. “If I survive, I better get superpowers.” Eddie says, making Dustin chuckle, despite the circumstances. “Are you ready to be dropped through the portal?” He asks, and Eddie wheezes, but manages a nod. “Help me up, I think I can walk a bit.” Dustin nods, grabbing his arms, and pulling him to his feet. They walk inside, and look at the pulsing hole in the floor. “You ready?” Dustin stands behind him, making sure Eddie wasn’t gonna shove him again and stay in the Upside Down again. Eddie swallows. “What happened to the mattress?” He wonders, and Dustin folds his arms. “Not what we should be focusing on right now, but if you must know, it’s because you decided to be stupid and put yourself in danger! Now hurry down before I toss you through it to make sure you don’t die, d!ckhead.”

Eddie swallows, and swings a leg down, turning to face Dustin. He holds himself up with his arms, repelling down, rolling his ankle when landing. Dustin watches as he flings the chair out of sight, and replaces the mattress. “Come on, Henderson. Don’t make my heroics obsolete. I gotta show Harrington that he’s not the only guy who can play the hero.” Dustin bites his tongue to stop himself from retorting that he was prioritizing the wrong things, and jumps down, falling onto the mattress. He sits up, bolting for Eddie’s bathroom to find the first aid kit. He flings the cabinet open, throwing out various prescriptions before finding it, and booking it back to Eddie. He’s laying on the mattress, and Dustin kneels beside him. “I need to bandage you up.” Eddie nods, and Dustin gets to work on wrapping his wounds with real bandages. He had to pause a few times to dry heave, but he got him relatively patched up. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, we need to get you to a hospital.” Eddie shakes his head.

“We can’t go to a hospital, the cops will arrest me.” Dustin hits Eddie’s arm. “It’s better than you being dead!” Dustin says, his voice breaking up. Eddie swallows. “It’s okay, Henderson. I wasn’t going anywhere in life anyway. Just leave me here to die on my own terms.” Dustin clenches his jaw, and stands. “NO. You said ‘86 was going to be your year, right?” He says, going for a phone to dial 911. Eddie laughs, but there is no humor in it. “That was before I was wanted for murder, and I knew about hell dimensions, and was on the brink of death by demon bats!” He exclaims, which becomes a coughing fit. Dustin dials 911, waiting for the dispatcher to respond. “911, what’s your emergency?” The dispatcher asks, and Dustin swallows. “Hi, yes, I need an ambulance! My friend is bleeding out, and he needs a doctor and I’m scared he’s gonna die and--” He raves, gripping his arms to try and stop his trembling. “Calm down, young man. What’s the address?” He takes a deep breath. “The trailer park off of Curly, the Munson residence.” He says, as Eddie shakes his head at him. “Okay, honey.” The dispatcher says. “They’re on their way. Try to remain calm.” Dustin looks at Eddie, who groans, clutching his sides. “Please hurry.”

About three minutes later, the door opens, and paramedics run in. “Isn’t that the cult leader kid?” One of them starts, and Eddie whimpers, no doubt worried they are gonna do something to him or just leave him, before the other paramedic hits him. “We help everyone.” She says, as she helps Eddie onto the stretcher, and carries him to the ambulance. “We will have to call this in.” They add, which makes Dustin’s stomach churn. He follows, climbing into the back with the other EMT. He watches as the EMT stabilizes him. “He’s gonna be okay, right?” He asks, grabbing Eddie’s hand. “He’ll be okay physically, you called us in time to save him, but you won’t be able to see him since he’s a murder suspect.” Dustin turns his nose up at him. “He’s not a murderer! Or a cult leader!” He snaps, glaring at the paramedic, who sighs. “The cops will have to determine that, for now, I need you to remain calm.” Dustin crosses his arms. He sighs. At least he’s safe.

Eddie Munson totally survived bc I'm in denial. Also, last year on the 16th I had a prompt titled "Trapped" and this one is "Escaped" which was accidental, lmao.

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The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Pt.18 (1/2) ~

[Inside Baba Yaga Castle - South America]

Ashley : Alright, Penny. We're inside of Baba Yaga castle. Now all we have to do is to find the nest of Jorogumo.

Penny : (via communication) Great, you guys! Now get a move on! This place is crawling with heartless, you got the devices ready?

Ashley : Sure thing!

Penny : (via communication) Alright, this might be their goodbyes so that the DWMA would never, ever cause a global threat anymore! Once we put the devices onto the castle's walls, KABOOM! No more conflicts between Death and the Spider Demon! Sounds pretty cool like we're in a spy movie, don't you think?

Ashley : *sweatdrop* Uhh, right.

Kimial Diehl : Don't mind the guards. Play it cool. Baba Yaga's castle is nothing more than going down in a construction accident once put all of the devices for an implosion.

Ashley & Penny : You mean "Explosion".

Kimial Diehl : Yeah, sort of. Anyway, we're in the right position. Here come some of the other members.

Eruka : Hey there you two, you must be the person from State of Virginia.

Ashley : Umm...(mimics as a men) Yep, I'm from Virginia and what state are you from...?

Eruka : ...Louisiana, the Southern state of the country and it's my family's homeland. I'm Eruka, Eruka Frog.

Ashley : (mimics in a men voice) Louisiana? You don't say? Yeah, Louisiana's a great state too?

Eruka : Kinda...You know this is my first time of meeting the mother of weapons herself, Arachne Gorgon, but I don't know where the other Arachne Gorgon is...

Ashley : (mimics in a man's voice) Other Arachne Gorgon? Wait, are you talking about the real one that is hiding somewhere?

Eruka : Yep! And that is why...The Arachne Gorgon I know is a web-slinging piece fo spider garbage that does not to compare to the other spider woman! Oh she thinks that I'm too grateful I was being an absolute d*ckhead for delivering pizzas and helping their uncles to fix the DAMN DOOR! Yeah, that's right! I--(covers mouth)

Ashley : (mimics in a man's voice) Sorry to hear that folks! This person has no idea what she's talking about! She's just saying some random stuff and that is all we needed to talk about that! So we must talk privately in the...You got a bathroom in this place? We would like to use it.

Darkside : Oh, umm, It's right over there...Hmm? (looks down on Kimial)

Kimial Diehl : Oh no! Must act quick! Pretend something that I lost everything. (pretends to find her contacts) Oh darn! These stupid contacts that I dropped are getting on my nerves! Oh, there it is! I better go wash it off quickly!

(cuts to the three at the bathroom)

Eruka : Phew! That was close! Good thing we're in the rest and peace room. But we did take the Ladies side. *SLAP!* Ow! What was that for?

Ashley : What are you doing interfering with the mission!? Are you trying to blow our cover to think that we're gonna get caught if those guys are gonna see you like this!?

Kimial Diehl : You crazy, man!? That will ever doom the entire mission if you keep on messing up the mission? This is a secret, okay? So Let's take of these disguises. (both her and Kimial take off their disguises) Man, this thing is making us sweat like were covered in Bacon grease!

Ashley : I really got to put some Deodorant right now. I might not be bacon grease, but I'm sweating like gym socks during Gym class. This reminds me of my training as a detective back in the old days, and so does you, Kimial. You've done mostly some of your training did you?

Kimial Diehl : Of course. That's why I was recruited to join the force after the passings of my mother, I always did some of my training back at the academy when we were doing some B-ball at the court! That our first time playing ball with you! It was our first game to play.

Ashley : Don't you mean Basketball? It's what we say in America.

Eruka : Basketball? Did you say "Basketball"? Oh my gosh, I love Basketball! It's my favorite sports from the world and I did it once in Japan. Plus, Slam Dunk hadn't been reaching the tournament since they terminated off the show. (takes off disguise to reveal herself)

[Nimue ~ Lady of the Lake - Yutaka Minobe]

Kimial Diehl : Hold the phone. You're...a witch?

Ashley : Deja Vu.

Eruka Frog : Sorry for the trouble I caused back there. My name is Eruka Frog and I was known as the princess of the wetlands.

Kimial Diehl : Let me object that for a momment. Are you saying that you are a princess of the wetlands.

Eruka Frog : That's right my mother's a magician and my father's a frog. So that mean's that I'm the descendant of Mamu, the Frog King.

Ashley : Huh...wait a sec, Frogs can be father's, mother's can be a human or a witch, and you being a descendant. You're really part of a line of Froggy Rulers? You must be the Great Wart's future relative!

Eruka Frog : That's right, I was part of the Great Wart's bloodline of all Frogs. I was part of the Wart Family for generations and I discovered that the I used to have a family tree connected to my own blood. I was one of the first witches to have a family witches and frogs. My brothers and sisters were frog princes and witches as well. I was the child raised in the Wetlands of Louisiana, the wetlands were my homeland and I was the one that protected my family's sacred treasure. My people were have guarded the wetlands as a sacred forest to family's heritage and people from the city of New Orleans were all too deemed to be friendly. The French Quater maybe.

Kimial Diehl : So you come from a line of frogs, and you were the princess of the wetlands. You had an amazing lifestyle in the state. Your people are frogs that ruled the wetlands of the southern states before the humans destroyed everything and took their land since St Augustine became the first city in the country. And was Florida's First and original state capital. The very foundation to the state at least I'd might say that in person. Geography is sure kind cool when it comes to the globe. So much for being a smart girl that knows about the planet that much. So why are you here anyway? What's the point of being a spy to infiltrate just to destroy the spider demon for anything for what?

[Tragedy - Kenichi Tokoi]

Eruka Frog : Because my homeland was attacked by Heartless and I needed your help of reclaiming the frogs wetlands and restore my people's name. I fight for survival in protection of the wetlands, but humans and their selfish deeds did this to my homeland as well. Why my people suffered everything? Why did they suffered their own fate!? Are humans to damage to the ones they loved so dearly, the wetlands, the rainforests, everything that I cherished for my people's sake! And the worst fate for a Frog Prince and a Frog Witch that is worse than death, Disection by Science Teacher from Biology classes.

Kimial Diehl : Biology? Frogs meet their own fates by being disected? Is that what harms mother nature because the human nature is what humans become arrogant for their own ways of being an arrogant species to our planet. That's why intergalatic beings doesn't like to come this planet due to the race's own nature.

Eruka Frog : I would never forgive the humans for the frog kingdom's sacrifice!

Ashley : Yeah, I totally understand that. Let's just wash our hands first.

Kimial Diehl : Yeah, I get the point that every family have wonders originating from mix species like Princess and the Frog, or Beauty and the Beast. But consider Disney a total wuss from their lawyers. You should consider to be the damsel in distress in your own story. (about to get some soap, which she accidentally blew a bubble) Uh-oh. Oops! I think I blew a big mistake.

Ashley : Oh boy.

Eruka Frog : Not good.

Ashley : It's probably nothing. Hey, where's it going? More imporantly, this whole bathroom is full of bubbles! (it is revealed that the restroom is full of floating bubbles) Who's idea was it to blow bubbles in the bathroom!?

Eruka Frog : That wasn't part of the mission! Nobody in the restroom would ever blow bubbles from the hand soap!?

Ashley : I knew I should never do that before we did it on purpose. Good thing I brought some hand sanitizer for each and everyone.

Kimial Diehl : That can't be good! What could be worse than this!? I mean someone blowing bubbles in the bathroom!? That's gonna be a load off my back! At least we're fine in the bathroom since nobody would--

Darkside : --What the he-HEY! Who in Kami's name blew this bubble!? (pops bubble) Who's the dead man that was messing with the restroom's hand soap!? WHO THE F*** DID IT!? I see anyone blowing bubbles is a mere grunt or an imbecile that anyone knows that playing with the restroom's hand soap is not a thing and some idiot decided to play with it! Well, You know all the rules in this place and here's what we say!

All : All Bubble Blowing Babies will be beaten senseless by ever able bodied patron in the bar.

Darkside : So It is my attention that we have a spy that slipped through the perimeter and I do not like Spies that come from a spy movie. So anyone in this castle that is a dead blowing a bubble, so who did it!

Kimial Diehl : [quietly] Pop em now, before we blow our clover!

Ashley : [quietly] Right away! (starts popping the bubbles as well for Eruka)

Eruka Frog : You know, popping bubbles is more fun to children playing bubbles.

Ashley & Kimial : (quietly) Quiet! And don't make a sound!

Darkside : So on any occasions that all foods at the caffeteria will be off limits from the spies and anyone who goes near our novelty items and gifts from the Arachnophobia Snack bar, we will put a lockdown on the castle. Therefore...

(we show the three exiting the ladies' room, and this time they are in their disguises as Arachnophobia members)

Ashley : (look both ways) Okay, looks like we'll buy them some time. This way to stall them for their discussion, then we'll point to the direction the room where Jororgumo is. Come on, follow me. I hope we gave our selves some hand sanitizer.

Kimial Diehl : Right behind ya, partner. Totally in the bag. Nothing's much in person.

Eruka Frog : Oh boy, being into a stealthy mission is a great success. Thanks for lending me a hand to you, guys. I would've done this without your help.

Kimial Diehl : My pleasures. I bet these Arachnophobia suckers don't know what the heartless will never find out that it's in a Metal Gear Game style and anyone from Metal Gear would say...

Ansem : Whose footprints are these? Excuse me, are these your footprints?

Eruka Frog : I think somebody's inside the castle with those heartless.

Ashley : [To Eruka] You don't say?

Eruka Frog : Well, somebody is here to say that line?

Kimial Diehl : Of course it's our foortprints, sir. Nobody else but us. We're just doing fine at the castle, so it's best that we do our behaviors and must be going to do something at the arcade.

Ansem : Really? Is that the question you've asked?

Kimial Diehl : Yep. You hardly recognize, Seeker of Darkness. We're just heading to the arcade! Now don't you mind if we may can pass through...

Ansem : Wait a sec. That voice, it does not sounded like any men. It sounded like...(takes off mask to reveal Kimial's face) a witch!

Darkside : Witch? What witch? I don't remember seeing a witch in the--(gasped in shock) You! You're not the guy from Virginia, you're that witch from Salem! It's one of the detectives that seeks in the eyes of truth! We have secret spies that were being so stealthy! So what about these two there were in the ladies restroom!

Ansem : *sniffing* I know that witchy smell, these two trespassers that are not the members of this faction...are also witches! (takes off the masks)

[Shut Your Mouth - Jun Senoue]

Ansem : So, I see you three vermins have entered Arachnophobia's territory, or should I say the nest of the heartless Jorogumo itself!

Ashley : Darn we've been detected! I mean...(in a calm voice) Damn! We've been detected!

Ansem : You should've know better than coming to the nest of Jorogumo, you underestimated to find out that their plan on possessing a threat to the school was about overthrowing the Kusakabe legacy. Figuring that you would mind find out the truth! So I guaranteed that you all wanted to find that the conflict between Death and Arachne is nothing more than an excuse or a lie, the son of the devil never met the Gorgon Sister's in person. He went all the earth's problem for a heartless created by the real Arachne Gorogn!

Eruka Frog : So the leader of the faction is a phony!? An Imposter!? I thought the Gorgon Sister were using us as pawns in a corrupt game!

Ansem : This was a corrupt game! A game between the factions of Humans and witches conflicting against each other in their own demise and carried something in their hands that are red with their blodd! The hatred has grown stronger, their hatred has made Darkness even stronger!

Ashley : Why you heartless scum! I will never forgive for what you've done to our people! You made Shinigami and Maba this way, you made their kind to go against each other! You and the others did it, weren't you!?

Ansem : (chuckles) Far from it. But enough talk. Jorogumo would like to have a word with you. (snaps fingers to magically knock em out) Talk about wolves in sheep's clothing. It's time that they'll meet Jorogumo in person and in time, this planet shall definitely fall into darkness or whether it can't be destroyed by the hands of true evil itself! (laughs evilly)

"Suddenly, we have no idea why Humans and Witches conflicted each other."

"Maybe we were wrong about this."

"What can really change their own destiny?"

~ Prologue 18 : Operation Jorogumo Pt.2 ~

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