#I need Kate bush to steal

[goofygooberton]

I would like to thank the Noel Fielding Wuthering Heights Video for spurring my two month long Kate Bush obsession. Many a jam was discovered

hmm i think im going to listen to wuthering heights by kate bush i sure do hope i dont think about noel fielding in that long brown wig and red lipstick and flowy red dress doing the choreo from the music video during comedy relief 2011 whilst i listen to it (im thinking about it)

[aloneinthehellfire]

Chapter Eight: Stealing Hearts, Broken Souls

The Pariahs That Saved The World

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: mentions of death, father issues (like, severe), horror elements, blood, angst central.

[A/N: Good news!! I have returned with a new chapter!! Bad news... you're not gonna like it...]

Stealing Hearts, Broken Souls

“Which one is it?!”

“Do we know if she likes Kate Bush?!”

“Guys, she’s getting worse!”

A cacophony of panic flooded the Winnebago, rushed footsteps and heavy breathing echoing through Robin’s mind as she stands with her hands on your shoulders, tears streaming down her face. She convinced herself holding onto you would stop you floating to the ceiling. She didn’t want to be stood here long enough to find out.

“I’m telling you, her favourite songs won’t be here!” Eddie practically screams at them. They all stop their chaotic rampage of the stolen vehicle, snapping their heads to him.

“Check her bag.” Robin’s hoarse voice cut through the silence, eyes unwavering from where yours were screwed shut, shifting left to right beneath your eyelids.

Steve is the one to swipe your bag tucked into the corner of the table seat, rooting through it with such haste, items clattered to the floor without care. His eyes light up in surprise when he pulls out a familiar object. You had your own Walkman.

“Fuck me, that’s lucky.” Dustin breathes out, and Steve frowns at it. Luck. Yeah, right.

He checks the tape deck, scribbled lettering of ‘stand by me’ on the white space and he runs back over to Robin, carefully slipping the headphones over your ears and pressing play.

A faint melody is muffled against your ears as they all stand there, waiting. Steve’s hand finds its way onto Robin’s shoulder, observing that concerning look on her face. He had expected her usual look of horror, an unfortunate expression Steve has seen too many times. This one was different, however.

This one was guilt.

July 3rd, 1985: The Hospital Incident

The white flickering lights were alighting every nerve, stuttering beams raising three individual heart rates into panic and anxiety.

It was no mystery why you were acting this way when even your surroundings eluded paranoia.

“I shouldn’t be here.” You keep muttering, biting your lip. “I should find her. I- I haven’t heard from her in days.”

Nancy and Jonathan were leading you through the hospital, dragging you along their latest quest. You supposed it wasn’t their fault; you had told them you were willing to help. But you haven’t seen Heather, or even heard from her. That was all you could think about.

“I went to the pool and they said she hasn’t shown up in a while.” You continue, scrunching the ends of your cardigan into your fists. “That’s bad, right? Maybe I should check her house. I’m sorry, I can’t- I need to-”

“We don’t have time right now.” Nancy insisted, but you weren’t really listening, turning back with only the thought of your girlfriend. Their little journalist project would have to wait.

“I’ll be back to help once I-”

“She’s not there.” Jonathan says and the mood shifted. You turn to look at him, his wide eyes implying a guilty nature. Nancy was frozen to the spot, eyebrows furrowed.

“How do you know that?” You ask, walking back to them. “Did you go to her house? Why… why were you there?”

“I was investigating Holloway.” Nancy says hurriedly, “I- We wanted to see where he was.”

You could tell when Nancy Wheeler was lying. She always forced eye contact, her face unusually stoic as to hide the truth. Maybe would find Nancy’s technique in deceit flawless and somewhat inspiring. You always thought she was a terrible liar.

“Her dad is missing too?” You frown, looking between them with nothing but suspicion. They were keeping something from you. “Well now I’m definitely going back.”

You turn around again and Nancy leaps forward.

“Wait!”

“No, Nance.” You snap, talking over your shoulder. “Something is seriously wrong and I can’t do anything until I know she’s safe. Her dad is missing, her mom probably is too, and I haven’t seen her in days, what if-”

“She’s gone!”

Nancy suddenly says and you stop, meeting Jonathan’s startled eyes.

“...What?”

“I-” Nancy can’t bear to look at you, sharing a guilty look with her boyfriend. “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“What does that mean?” You shake your head, stepping away from them. But you had already been through the scenario in your mind. And, even worse, you expected this ending. You just couldn’t force yourself to believe it. “Why were you at her house? Why? Nancy!”

“Y/n…” Her forlorn expression spoke louder than any of her mistrusted words could.

“I told you, guys.” You say, blinking against foggy vision as tears started spilling down your cheeks. “I told you something was wrong, and you said I was being paranoid. That I was getting emotional.”

“We didn’t-” Nancy shakes her head, biting her lip. Whatever she had to say, it was useless.

“I can’t believe you.” You place your hand over your mouth, muffling your sobs.

“We could be wrong.” Jonathan interjects, moving closer to you. You take a step back, ignoring the hurt on his face. You and Jonathan may have been friends since you were kids, but that gave him no right to lie to you.

“Look, Y/n, we just need to figure out what’s happening.” Nancy nods almost pleadingly, holding out her hands in surrender. “If we do, we can help Heather. I’m sure- we just need to talk to Mrs Driscoll-”

“I don’t care about Mrs Driscoll!” You almost scream at her. Your unusually steady hands wipe away the tears on your cheeks, taking a deep breath. “Go ahead, Nancy. Finish your article. That’s all you seem to care about anyway.”

“That’s not fair.” She says, but Jonathan places a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head.

“I can’t be here.” You finally whisper. The words felt like a scream, however, as you turn away and start marching back down the hall.

Any sadness you had was shifting into anger. It coursed through you like it powered your every nerve, balling your hands into fists, eyes red and hot withstanding the tears you could no longer pity yourself with.

The last time you saw Heather, she had asked you to meet her after work. Three days ago, you were saying ‘see you later’ as she drove herself away from your house and to the community pool, dressed in a swimsuit and shorts that would always earn her a light-hearted tease about a jazzercise cosplay. Three days ago, you left a voicemail with her manager, cancelling your plans.

You had bumped into Jonathan at the Post, one of the only days your shift schedules aligned in the week. He told you about Nancy’s new journalist endeavour, his scepticism. You admired her determination to be treated fairly in this place, lord knows you’ve been trying for respect for some time too. And then, soon enough, Nancy begged you for help, claiming it was your last chance to be taken seriously as a reporter. Your heart wasn’t even in it, but you said yes. You left a message at the pool, and you followed the couple to Driscoll’s, not even sparing another thought to the girl at the pool.

Now you’re walking back through the hospital knowing that if you had just declined Nancy’s offer, if you had just stuck with your plans and met Heather, would you have saved her?

No, you think to yourself, shaking your head, she can’t be dead. She isn’t dead.

But where would you even start? Maybe Hopper could-

A shadow cuts in front of the doors down the hallway you’ve just entered. You’d seen enough nurses and doctors wandering around, ready to ignore it. But the figure just stood there, blocking the exit.

You squint at the person, slowing your footsteps. You couldn’t tell by the busted lightbulb above their head, dimming their features into the shadow. Your arms were littered with goosebumps, gut twisting. You should turn around.

“Y/N!”

Nancy’s scream echoes through the hospital floor, hitting you with severe impact.

Something was very wrong.

The lights along the hallway start flickering, and the figure is finally cast in unsteady light. Your feet stay frozen to the ground.

“No.” You whisper as he smiles, taking slow steps towards you. He wasn’t meant to be here.

Your dad was meant to be working late at the Post.

Another cry for help had you running back the way you came, hearing the slam of a door not far from you. You skid to a stop in front of the stairs, caught in indecision. Surely they would run for the stairs. Right?

Footsteps running in from behind you set in your flight or fight, pulling open the door and darting down the staircase to the lower floor, heartbeat flooding every one of your senses.

You burst out of the door and just keep moving, not looking back in fear of seeing him following you. He hadn’t looked right, too alien to his natural demeanour, too coincidental to be here at the same time Nancy started crying out. For the second time in your life, you found yourself running away from a man meant to love and protect you unconditionally.

And when you finally found Nancy, her stammering voice talking about a plan to take care of the flayed, you realised you’d have to stop running now, and face the man that loved you with conditions, and never protected you from himself.

“Nancy…” You shake your head at her as you slowly start walking backwards down the hallway.

She barely gave you a moment to think before she was telling you her idea, her stubborn mind fixed to what she believed would work. You weren’t so sure.

“Just stay in position, Y/n.” She hisses at you from behind and you trust her, you really do. But she was foolish to think you were the right person for this.

“I can’t.” You whisper back, tears falling down your face. The lights overhead start to flicker and you grip the metal pole in your hand tighter, praying he doesn’t walk around the corner, that it was all a misunderstanding.

“Just a little longer.” She promises, her soothing voice holding more worth to you than she knows. If only you had seen her face.

Two loud footsteps echo out from around the corner and you hold your breath, waiting for the man to show himself and force every fibre of your body not to run. But it wasn’t him. It was Tom Holloway, Heather’s father, and he was smiling at you.

“Ah, Y/n.” He clicks his neck, smirking, “I knew I’d find you here.”

You shake your head. It wasn’t meant to be him. He was supposed to be dead.

“It’s such a shame no one checked to see if they finished the job.” He laughs, pulling a scalpel you hadn’t even seen protruding from his neck, shrugging when no blood comes rushing out. “Someone should really go check on that poor boy, though. Such a wuss.”

“Nancy.” You try and whisper, but you hear nothing back, only the echo of her retreating footsteps as she rushes to find her boyfriend. You understood, you really did, but you’ve never felt so scared.

“Just the two of us, now.” Tom clears his throat, walking forward with intent and you hold out the pole. “That won’t do anything.”

“Stay back.” You cry out, noticing how dark the black veins were appearing now. Was Heather like this too? “I’m warning you.”

“Or what? You’ll trick me?” He laughs maniacally, stopping just short of you reaching the end of the hall, the corner just behind you. “Or should I say… us?”

Your eyes widen, but it’s too late. A sharp and searing pain digs into your shoulder and you scream, dropping your only weapon out of shock and jolting forward. You stumble, cradling your shoulder as you spin around on the floor, another pair of soulless eyes staring down at you. A sob leaves your lips.

“Dad?”

“Join us.”

You start scrambling away, pushing your legs out beneath you to keep yourself moving back as they stare down at you. Your shoulder was throbbing, blood trickling between your fingertips. You think about calling out for Nancy and Jonathan, but you weren’t even sure if they’d come to save you.

As you start to crumble into the corner, two pairs of soulless eyes prepared to make you one of them, your chest starts to hurt more than any wound could. Whatever friendship you had before was shattered now. With Heather gone, there wasn’t much left for you to care about in Hawkins.

In the corner of your eye, you catch a glimpse of something shining under the flickering lights. It was close, close enough to reach out and grab.

“There’s no reason to be afraid.” Tom smiles, an unnatural curve to his lips. “When you join us, it’ll feel like nothing ever happened.”

Your father smiles with him, and you raise your head.

“No thanks.”

You lunge for the metal pole and manage to grab hold, spinning onto your back and striking it upwards just as one of them pounced at you, the sharp end piercing skin and slipping directly up into their chin, splattering blood on your face.

Tom stumbles back, grabbing at his throat as black veins suddenly burst from the wound. But he wasn’t the one you caught.

“Dad?” You whisper, watching his eyes slowly droop towards you, body slumping against the ground. If you had expected some sort of humanity to return to him, you weren’t going to see it. He was gone, not an ounce of his soul left.

They both finally drop to the floor, exhaling a final breath. You pull your legs out from beneath the body, trying to prop yourself up but crashing back down when the muscles in your arm give out.

“Y/N?!”

You can hear Nancy and Jonathan calling for you, echoing footsteps approaching from further down the hall. The pain in your shoulder was excruciating now, and you were never great at dealing with pain.

You slump against the wall, closing your eyes, unknowing if you would ever want to open them again.

Everything felt normal when you opened your eyes. You were used to the pounding headache in the morning, a flicker of whatever nightmare you endured leaving a scar on your brain. It didn’t happen this time.

You tried to remember what happened. You vaguely recall seeing Robin, her smile. And then…

Everything is thrown back into focus, head darting around the room as you panic against the white lights. It looked like a hospital, the plastic sheet trailing around your bed for privacy. It looked scarily like the bed you woke up in after the flayed incident.

You try and sit up, but your arms can’t move. You try and shift your legs, nothing. It felt like you were tied down to the bed. You managed to angle your head to look down, the panic rising spectacularly.

Vines were slithering around your wrists and ankles, keeping you in place.

Struggling against their strength, you start crying out for help, lights around you flickering wildly. Your top lip still feels wet from the nosebleed. Vecna had you again, and you knew this time was different. This time, he didn’t want you to escape.

The plastic sheet surrounding your bed is suddenly pulled back, and it was like you couldn’t even breathe anymore.

“Hi, honey.” Your father says, mouth dripping black blood, veins stretching around a wound underneath his chin.

You try and ignore him, looking anywhere but where he stood and tugging at your restraints. This wasn’t real. He’s dead. He died-

“Because you killed me.” He growls. Your eyes widen. How did he-

Vecna, you tell yourself, it’s Vecna.

“You didn’t even try to save me.” He creeps closer, first curling around something you couldn’t see. “You cared more about that stupid Holloway girl than you ever did your own flesh and blood.”

A tear escapes your eye, scrunching your face in fury. You hate how much this is affecting you.

“What do you have to say for yourself?”

He wants this, you remind yourself, still relentlessly pulling at the vines. Vecna wants you to feel guilt, he wants you to feel like you’re responsible for his death. And he’s using your dead father to do it.

You frown, stopping your attempts of escape.

Can Vecna really win if you didn’t believe his lies?

“I’d do it all over again if it meant I could save Heather.”

He looks taken aback- Vecna looks taken aback. Like he wasn’t expecting you to be so… heartless.

“My father was an asshole, and a bitter man. He never cared about his own flesh and blood. And I’m glad he’s dead. I never wanted it to be this way, but I will never, never, let myself feel guilty over something that wasn’t my fault.”

“And what about me?”

You turn your head to the other side of the bed, a girl leant against the wall in the shadows. You didn’t need to see her. You’ve been haunted by her voice for months now.

“I couldn’t have done anything.” You say, mostly to convince yourself what everyone has been telling you for ages. It wasn’t your fault.

“You could have chosen me over your friends.” She spits bitterly, not moving from the dark corner. “They used you. You’ve known Jonathan your whole life, and he didn’t care about you. Nancy didn’t even care if she left you for dead. You were nothing but a pawn.”

“I stayed. That was my choice.” You squeeze your eyes shut. “I might never forgive myself for what happened to you, but I won’t let it ruin my life.”

“But you’ll let it ruin mine?”

Your eyes fly open, shock taking your breath.

She finally steps out of the shadow, voice warped into someone else. Because she was someone else.

“You don’t even like me, do you?” Robin asks, tears running down her face but her expression was emotionless. “You want me to be Heather. You want her.”

“No.” You whisper, tugging against the vines on your wrists.

“You knew this was happening to you, and you let me fall for you.” She shakes her head, leaning over the bed so she was staring down at you from an uncomfortable distance. “And I know if you survive, you’re never going to look at me again. You just used me to feel better about your bitter life. You don’t think you should be loved. And you’re right. Your father never loved you. Your mother hated you so much she left. Your gran doesn’t even want you here.”

“Shut up!” You scream, breaking free your right hand to push her away.

She stumbles back as you claw at your other wrist.

“It was only a matter of time before you hurt her”

Everything was plunged into a dark red, the bed disappearing from beneath you and you land hard on rocky ground, coughing.

“You should have left when you had the chance, Y/n”

You try to scramble to your feet, but a flick of his hand throws you against a protruding staircase, making you cough from the impact.

You manage to grab hold of a spindle, slowly pulling yourself up. He starts to walk over to you and then abruptly stops, looking across the barren sky. At first, you don’t understand, confused with his sudden change of posture.

And then it slowly drifts in. A melody.

When the night has come

And the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we’ll see

Vecna snarls, turning back to you. You look surprised, you felt surprised.

This was your favourite song blasting through a crimson nightmare. A song you held so close to you, you never told anyone about it.

Well, no one except the school counsellor...

No, I won’t be afraid

Oh, I won’t be afraid

Just as long as you stand

Stand by me

The faint melody from Ben E. King starts drifting around the Winnebago, filling the silence with an unsuspecting song. One that was meant to be saving your life right now.

“Does she even like this song?” Nancy asks, her chest heaving unevenly as she stares at your catatonic state. She was panicking, and to see Nancy panic like this was rare.

“It was in her bag, she obviously put it there because she likes it.” Lucas points out, and Steve tries to ignore the pit in stomach that told it that wasn’t the case.

“Then why isn’t it working?” Nancy stresses, snapping at the boy before immediately apologising.

“Woah, Nance.” Steve puts a hand on her shoulder, “It took Max a minute to get out, okay? She’s going to be fine.”

As she opened her mouth to argue, Steve was proven right.

Nancy and Dustin are the ones to catch you, ensuring a comfortable fall in an uncomfortable circumstance. Nancy quickly wipes away her tears, smiling.

“You’re okay.” She says as you reach out for a hand to hold. “We’ve got you.”

Steve smiles at that for some reason, feeling relieved and terrified. He thought Max was his last victim, so why did he need you?

There’s a soft click of the Winnebago door behind him, quiet enough to not disturb the others from their emotional celebration. Steve wouldn’t have noticed if he weren’t painfully aware of his best friend’s absence beside him.

He sneaks out and finds her stood in the field, arms wrapped around herself in comfort. When she noticed he had followed, he was surprised she didn’t say anything. Robin was rarely speechless. And so, in consideration, he decided to let a minute of silence pass.

A choked sob eventually cut through the peace.

“Robin?” He frowns, reaching out. His heart sinks when he sees the tear rolling down her cheek. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Everything.” She whispers and he pulls her into a hug.

“She’s okay. He didn’t win.”

“No, she’s not.” Robin sobs, but he only holds her tighter, letting her cry. “It’s all my fault.”

“How could it be your fault?” Steve dismisses with a soothing tone.

“Because…”

He feels her pull away, the eyes above mascara stained cheeks settling on his. Steve has known she’s been acting weirder than usual for a while now, too quiet, holding back secrets. And right now, she looked like she was going to burst.

“Robin?”

“I knew all of this was going to happen.” She whispers it like a crime. He doesn’t really understand.

“What?”

“I lied to her.” She covers her mouth, muffling the next few words. “I didn’t ask her to come here because we needed her help.”

Steve shakes his head, trying to make sense of her confession. “What- why did you bring her here?”

“I…” She takes a step back, her posture practically fighting the truth as it came out.

“Robin.” He persists.

“I found her file in Ms Kelley’s office!” She blurts, panicking at the volume of her voice. “Shit. I-” Her hands run down her face. “It wasn’t meant to happen like this. Max said she was cursed and I- I panicked. I thought maybe we could buy some time, bring in a distraction...”

“You…” Steve blinks, not bothering to quieten his own words. He was too panicked now. “You brought her here because you knew Vecna would go after her.”

Her silence said everything she couldn’t.

“Oh.” He breathes. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She frowns. “I-”

“You knew?”

They both spin around to where you’re stood, a Walkman you’ve never touched before gripped in your hand. Robin’s eyes widen, shell-shocked at your presence.

“Y/n, please.” She runs over to you, grabbing your hand in hers. You don’t remove it, or push her away. You just stand and stare. “It wasn’t meant to get this far. I just- I hoped it would all be over by now. I never meant to hurt you. I was just scared and I… Y/n?”

You slowly slip your hand out of hers, staring down at it like it was the problem. Robin’s mouth parts in surprise.

Nobody spoke. You all just stood surrounded by air poisoned with lies and deceit, your betrayed eyes resting on the girl you trusted with your life. The girl who was quite literally bartering your life this entire time.

You walked away when your heart started beating again, a tight grip around the song box currently keeping you alive.

Chapter Nine: coming soon...

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Propaganda

Rita Hayworth (Gilda, Cover Girl)—Absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous. She steals every movie she’s in; she was Fred Astaire’s favorite dance partner, as you can see in clips from their movies [link][link]. Born Margarita Carmen Cansino, Rita's story had its tragedies—her father was awful and had her performing in nightclubs way, way too young; the studio totally remade her look because they were afraid of her hispanic image, putting her through painful treatments and diets; she had a string of failed marriages. But beside all that, I think there's something about Rita that still glows through—an inner beauty that has nothing to do with the studio, or the men who pinned their dreams on her. Rita brings an incandescence to roles that's impossible to replicate, and was truly a great actress in that she could switch from herself—shy Margarita—into a bold and glamorous femme fatale so convincingly everyone fell in love with her as Gilda. She's my favorite movie star, and I think she was a beautiful human through and through—Rita, gorgeous and real and shining bright.

Jennifer Jones (Duel in the Sun, Song of Bernadette)—Maybe not the best actress (despite her academy award), but she definitely has charisma. Watching her opposite an against type Gregory peck in duel in the sun: incandescent. Also was a mental health advocate.

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Rita Hayworth:

Do you need any other propaganda? Here’s the video.

She was not called "the love goddess" for nothing: beautiful, glamorous, despite playing sexy and provocative roles her inherent shyness somehow also would shine through sometimes, creating this contradictory and incredibly attractive image

Often played "the bad girl" who tempted the male hero away from "the good girl"; but did have roles that broke her out of that mold. She was also the inspiration for Jessica Rabbit. THE pinup girlie.

She was soo beautiful when she was young and she MAINTAINED that beauty into her later years and I think that old lady glamour is hot. bombastic sex appeal

HELP

every line she delivers in gilda is so flirty and passionate or absolutely desolate and it's so good

I just have a lot of feelings about her

Jennifer Jones:

She played a saint, a plumber, a film with Kate Bush music video vibes and a ghost and was friends with Ingrid Bergman

[rpmemes-galore]

kate bush : hounds of love album ... sentence starters

“It's you and me.”

“It doesn't hurt me.”

“You must wake up!”

“Oh, come on, angel.”

“I know your face well.”

“I love you better, now.”

“I'm still afraid to be there.”

“You don't wanna hurt me.”

“I've always been a coward.”

“And I'd love to hold you, now.”

“Let me be weak, let me sleep.”

“Wake up, child! Pay attention!”

“Please be kind to my mistakes.”

“I can't be left to my imagination.”

“You can't hear what I am to you.”

“Do you wanna feel how it feels?“

“I don't know what's good for me.”

“The world was not cruel, but kind.”

“Oh, there is thunder in our hearts.”

“Tell me, we both matter, don't we?”

“We're looking at the big sky, honey.”

“I should have been home hours ago.”

“It's coming for me, through the trees.”

“When you stand next to me, it's all right.”

“You don't hear what I'm saying, do you?”

“It's you and me, baby, against the world.”

“I don't know you and you don't know me.”

“Let me steal this moment from you, now.”

“Oh, help me, someone, help me, please!”

“What made it special made it dangerous.”

“Get out of the waves, get out of the water!“

“I need to know what you have to say to me.”

“I don't know what you are looking for in me.”

“It's all right, darling, we can do this together.”

“Do you wanna know that it doesn't hurt me?”

“But just saying it could even make it happen.”

“But every time it rains, you're here in my head.”

“You never understood me. You never really tried.”

“I don't know what I want, but my heart is leading.”

“I just know that something good is gonna happen!”

“Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making?”

“It's not easy for me to give away a secret. It's not safe.”

“There's a ghost in our home, just watching you without me.”

“When I was a child, I was running in the night, afraid of what might be.”

“She knows that I've been doing something wrong, but she won't say anything.”

“And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God, and I'd get him to swap our places.”

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Top (15) Song picks for Clato

(In no particular order)

Ya'aburnee - Halsey

Lyrics that remind me of Clato:

"Because the longing needs the leaving, and the loving needs the bleeding."

"I'll never know if there's danger in confession or its memory that blesses like a blade against my throat."

"But what's worse; Telling you my feelings or to die without revealing that you crawled inside my head and lit a fire there instead?"

"Take my life and take my soul."

"Darling, you will bury me before I bury you.

Every time I listen to this song, I think of Cato and Clove, then want to cry.

Running Up That Hill - Placebo (or Kate Bush)

Lyrics for them:

"It doesn't hurt me. You wanna feel how it feels? You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me."

"And if I only could make a deal with God and get him to swap our places."

"You don't want to hurt me, let's see how deep the bullet lies."

"Let me steal this moment from you now... let's exchange the experience."

"Be running up that hill, with no problems."

For this one, it's less about the meaning of the song and more about my memories. Placebo's cover was my introduction to this song, I know of it because of The Vampire Diaries (thanks to a girl named Tori) that I watched quite a bit (prime time Clato obsession for me). So it's just associated with them by the fact I used to listen to it while reading Clato fanfics on fanfiction .net, lmao.

Born to Die - Lana Del Rey

Lyrics I think fit:

"My heart it breaks, every step that I take."

"I was so confused as a little child, tryna take what I could get, scared that I couldn't find all the answers, honey."

"You like your girls insane."

"Don't make me sad, don't make me cry."

"Come and take a walk on the wild side."

"Choose your last words. This is the last time cause you and I, we were born to die."

This is probably the first song I associated with Clato 12 years ago when I was 10 years old. It's self-explanatory and so obvious, but I had to put it on here, lol. They were born for the Games and died for them, too.

Fear of Dying - Jack Off Jill

Lyrics fitting to Clato:

"I'm not afraid of standing still, I'm just afraid of being bored. I'm not afraid of speaking my mind, I'm just afraid of being ignored."

"I'm just afraid of losing, and I am afraid of dying without you."

"I'm not of being sick, I'm more afraid of being well. I'm not afraid to put the gun in my hand, I'm just afraid it will hurt like, hurt like hell."

"I'm not afraid of happy endings, I'm just afraid my life won't work that way."

"I'm not afraid of lying, but I am afraid of dying without you. Yes I do and I hope that you do too."

Cato and Clove don't want to die without the other by their side. Makes sense to me.

Headlock - Imogen Heap

Lyrics that I associate with Clato:

"You say it's too late to start, got your heart in a headlock."

"With big intention, still posted at your station."

"I've been walking, you've been hiding, and you look half dead half the dead."

"Monitoring you like machines do. You've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye."

"You know your better than this."

The song's themes of fearing to love, thinking it's too late because of the person you are now, is very Clato coded to me.

Strangelove - Depeche Mode

Lyrics that work:

"Strangelove, strange highs and lows."

"There'll be times when my crimes will seem almost unforgivable."

"I give in to sin because you have to make this life livable."

"I may appear to constantly be out of reach."

"Pain, will you return it?"

"I'll say it again, pain."

Their lives are full of pain, but hey, at least their love is strange.

Gimme Danger - Iggy & The Stooges

Lyrics for them:

"Gimme danger, little stranger, and I'll feel with you at ease."

"There's nothing left alive but a pair of glassy eyes. Raise my feelings one more time."

"Said die a little later. Why, no, little stranger?"

The song is low-key sexy and liberating, plus the danger aspect works for Cato and Clove

Every Other Freckle - Alt-J

Lyrics perfect to Clato:

"I want to share your mouthful. I want to do all the things your lungs do so well."

"Turn you inside out and lick you..."

"Gonna paw, paw at you."

"Devour me... if you really think that you can stomach me."

"I want every other freckle."

Not only is this song attractive, but it also fits Cato and Clove's desire for each other. In this case, Cato wants every other freckle of hers.

Die With A Smile - Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars

Lyrics relevant to Clato (and a little Everlark too):

"Nobody's promised tomorrow. So, I'm gonna love you every night like it's the last night."

"And our love's the only war worth fighting for."

"If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you. If the party was over and our time on earth was through, I'd wanna hold you just for a while."

"And die with a smile."

One of the sweeter songs that remind me of our resident weapon users.

2 Die 4 - Tove Lo

Lyrics for Clato:

"Cause I know I won't let you down."

"Look alive and come with me."

"Drag you out at midnight."

"You're to die for every day."

Smaller example, but the idea of thinking someone is so perfect that they are 2 die 4 is very Clato-esq. Tove-Lo's Cute & Cruel could also apply to them.

Desire - Meg Myers

Lyrics relevant to Clato:

"See, I gotta hunt you."

"Baby, I want to fuck you. I want to feel you in my bones."

"Boy, I'm gonna love you, I'm gonna tear into your soul."

"Desire, I'm hungry, and I hope you'll feed me."

"I wanna throw you to the hounds."

"Boy, I want to taste you. I wanna skin you with my tongue. I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna lay you in the ground."

"I want it all."

"How do you want me."

This song is hot but also fits Clato's danger and their blood-colored glasses they have on the world. Mixing their danger with sensuality.

Human - Of Monsters and Men

Associated Lyrics:

"Cage me like an animal."

"A crown of gems and gold."

"Eat me like a cannibal. Chasing the neon throne."

"If I lose control, I feed the beast within."

"Breathe in, breathe out, and let the human in."

Cato and Clove are caged animals in the arena, chasing a throne of victory, those crown of gems and gold promised to them. And their care for each other is the human that they need to let in.

Saccharine - Jazmin Bean

Lyrics yet again:

"Every you make, you're fucking sweeter than a cake, I wanna cut you up and put you in my oven just to bake."

"I'd love to wipe these other bitches out, so it's just you and me."

"This shit is scaring me. The thought of caring for anyone makes me want to scream."

"Don't want to stick my fingers in this, or ill start to bleed."

"Looking at you makes me want to gouge out my eyes, bloody surprise, like cherry pies."

This song fits their bloodlust and fear of being genuinely close/loving. Especially Clove, where affection freaks her out, so she hides it with empty threats.

Wicked Games - Gemma Hayes

Lyrics pertaining to my babes:

"No one can save me but you. It's strange that desire will make foolish people do."

"I never dreamed I'd meet somebody like you. I lose somebody like you."

"What a wicked game to play; to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to say; you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do; to make me dream of you."

"No, I don't want to fall in love (this world is only gonna break your heart) with you."

I've associated this song with Clato for about 12 years. While it's a cover, I prefer it over the original and think it fits them better. They're scared of loving someone they'll lose and in a wicked game, no less.

I Hate Everyone but You - Elita

Lyrics that fit Clato:

"I wish I could go out with you tonight, without wanting to murder everyone in sight."

"I want to share my feelings, but it's hard cause I haven't my whole life."

"You tell me it's okay, cause I fucking hate everyone but you."

Probably the shortest song here, but I imagine this song to fit Clove's discomfort with everyone but a few people and Cato feeling the same. (Plus, the album cover has like ten cool knives on it and I think Clove would fucking love that.)

Songs that almost made the list

Kiss with a Fist - Florence + The Machine

The One That Got Away - The Civil Wars

Stay (and Rude Boy) - Rihanna

Knockoff - Poppy

High School Sweethearts - Melanie Martinez

Too Afraid to Love You - The Black Keys

Say It Right - Nelly Furtado

And I Love Her - Kurt Cobain

[god-infected]

Perfumes & Kate Bush's The Dreaming

Sat In Your Lap: "I see the people happy / So can it happen for me?" It seems that you don't know how to live, it seems that you need guidance even when pouring your tea. almond blossom, benzoin, jasmine; Cinéma by Yves Saint Laurent

There Goes A Tenner: "I've been here all day / A star in strange ways." In every relationship you feel like you're stealing love, will your facade keep up with your ways? saffron, leather, peach, caramel; La Capitale by Xerjoff

Pull Out The Pin: "Just one thing in it / Me or him, I love life." The soldier keeps the name of a German boy inscribed to his palm, and he has to kiss his palm every night so he could go to sleep. aldehydes, carnation, amber, vetiver; L'Air du Temps by Nina Ricci

Suspended In Gaffa: "Suddenly my feet are feet of mud / It all goes slow-mo / I don't know why I'm crying." The light moves the dust, the dust is never the same nor the light, in an ever changing life how can a miracle repeat itself? mimosa, rose, ylang-ylang, amber; Apres l'Ondee by Guerlain

Leave It Open: "Harm in us, but power to arm" If you drop the act, they might not love you, but will the love received be enough when you keep staring behind a curtain? rose, patchouli; Rouge Nocturne by Terry de Gunzburg

The Dreaming: "Dangle devils in a bottle and push them from the pull of the bush." The delight you feel holding a leaf shaped like a hand. sweet pea, vanilla, resins; Deci Dela by Nina Ricci

Night Of The Swallow: "Would you break even my wings, like a swallow. Let me, let me go" You're hugging him thighter, because you know he'll leave you in the morning. lilac, wisteria, powder, musk; Love by Chloe

All The Love: "Only tragedy allows the release / of love and grief never normally seen." Like a warm glove of love that could protect you from the coldness of tragedy. ylang-ylang, musk, incense; Ciara by Revlon

Houdini: "With your life / the only thing in my mind / we pull you from the water." How the body of dead is the heaviest yet how the skin feels lighter than ever. muted rainwater, lily, incense; Passage d'Enfer by L'Artisan Parfumeur layered over Thunderstorm by Demeter

Get Out Of My House: "I am the concierge chez-moi, honey / Won't let ya in for love, nor money." The insanity of loneliness is easier to bear than the sanity of a company you're not very sure of. violet, patchouli, musk; John Galliano by John Galliano

[invinciblerodent]

I feel like as the release draws near, I should update my Rook concepts a little bit, post a bit more about how they've been taking shape in my head... (no visuals of the designs yet- while I have loose ideas, I'm also undecided, and kind of going back and forth on many things, lol.)

Divvying them up by class, the warriors are gonna be:

Verbena Mercar, main Rook

the Idealist, who likely wouldn't really be in this mess if it wasn't happening right on her doorstep (and ngl, fully thought she was just taking this job for like, a month at best), but someone has to do something, and it might as well be her. So far what I know about her is that she has a good head on her shoulders, a strong sens of justice, and few scruples about breaking the rules to do what's right, and she will trip over her knickers the first time she sees Davrin.

She'll be the first character I play, a human sword and board warrior- she's had a first name since roughly 2016, and I can't wait to explore her personality more. For now, I'm kind of torn whether on her appearance I'll want to lean more into her being from Minrathous (so stealing Dorian's color scheme a little bit), or her being distantly related to my Inquisitor Trevelyan (so kind of resembling Ray)(and Kate Bush)(I can see her looking more like Ray's sister than his actual sister, that'd be fun)- but either way, the one design thing I'm firm on is that she'll have some really interesting steel-grey eyes. (I'm calling them her dagger-greys in my head, and I love the thought of them looking cold and almost colorless until there's something for them to reflect- like the warm light of the fire in Davrin's room~)

Tristan Thorne

the Professional, who is Totally Not A Zombie or a Wandering Spirit looking for Purpose, but maybe, just maybe, saving the world will be the way to finally find it. (maybe it's somewhere in Emmrich's pants, who knows, he'll need to investigate.)

For him, I've a short snippet of his backstory as a very normal 17-year-old human Fereldan boy who once took up arms to fight for his village, and "died" in the Battle of Ostagar, so I hope to kind of lean into the "undead" angle a bit more.

I know regardless of what the CC actually allows, he'll have a number of tattoos chronicling his life (and death) all over his body, partly as a way to reclaim ownership of it, and I'm hoping that in the background, I can kind of start off what he'll have going on with Emmrich underscored by a ~purely clinical~ interest. (until the pierced nipples on a wide, hair-littered barrel of a chest come out, which is when all scholarly sense goes out the window.)

(I'll need to see the CC for him most I feel, because no picrew I've found lets me make burly greying gentlemen with appropriately sad and haunted eyes, lol. But I'm thinking fairly low-maintenance short hair, maybe a touch lighter than the black I had planned initially [so he'll not look like a knockoff Blackwall], pale skin, and eyes that are a shade of brown that look unsettlingly red if the sun hits them slightly wrong.)

The rogues:

"Tanner"

(or Nalinda Bramunt, Elena Firavanti, Loseck Brovo, Stéphane Rousselot-Poincaré, and honestly, who even knows how many more, the list goes on and on- but as far as anyone is concerned, Laidir will do), the Daredevil: adventurer, treasure hunter, poet of some renown, spy more than just incidentally. She's an Orzammar-born dwarf and ex-Inquisition agent enamored with the ocean, she's 500 pounds of whoopass in a 120 pound bag, she likes knives a bit too much, and she's here to sweep Harding off her feet and get paid.

I'm thinking a butch/futch lesbian(? unsure on that, could be bi, she'll have to tell me herself) dwarfette with dual daggers, I'm thinking blonde and sea-tanned, I'm thinking pierced lip/tongue, I'm thinking tattoos ("gaatlok-spots", as a reference to gunpowder-spots of actual sailors), and I'm thinking her having more trouble confessing her actual first name to Harding than she'll have confessing her romantic feelings. (She smokes. She 100% smokes. And if there's at all a chance for her to have a poly romance with Harding and Taash, she'll TAKE it.)

(myesh i knoooow that there's a Sister Tanner agent in Redcliffe and a Tanner in Bull's first Skyhold friendship scene, I figured it's both a spy's profession name and a fairly common unisex name in Ferelden- I was thinking about tanning leather, because I wanna call her and Harding "leather and Lace" in my head.)

Coris de Riva

the Cynic who'd like to correct all in the rumor that she once dispatched a mark by tearing his still beating heart out of his chest with her teeth. (He actually bled out when she bit through his windpipe- she only cut his heart out afterwards, upon the client's request.) A pretty surface dwarf with a checkered Chantry past, enough arrows in her quiver, more than enough resentment in her heart, and no small desire to force the First Talon to his knees- if only he'll then actually look her in the eye.

Her plan is going to be to live out her grudge deeper than a Titan's asshole against the Crows by making herself the Lady Macbeth whispering in a Dellamorte's ear, and she'll be very pleased to have the more favored grandson that was believed dead (she had her doubts on that one) dropped into her lap. Except she'll not expect to realize that, along the way, he'll actually worm his way into her cold little shriveled up heart, and suddenly, pushing him to take over the Crows and then stabbing him to take over herself doesn't sound like that fun an idea anymore.

The mage:

Marcus Ingellvar

the Scholar with more talent, curiosity, and compassion (and excellent sideburns) than good sense, who's not really had a conversation longer than 20 minutes with a living person in more years than he can count, and will likely feel his very core turn into warm vanilla pudding the first time he lays eyes on Taash.

I'm toying with the thought of fucking with gender a little bit on him, but I'm unsure what that means for him. I'm getting a Vibe, but I'm wondering if it's just that he'll have an interesting approach to masculinity (which sounds like heaps of fun to explore and contrast a little bit with Ray's fairly traditional masculinity), some flavor of nonbinary-ness, or if this guy is just... trans, and that's it lol. But for him, I'm really thinking of an appearance that's rather tall and lanky, and... kind of if Rezaren from DA: Absolution was both very, very tired, and a semi-starved Victorian urchin child. (With, again, excellent sideburns.)

Either way, my goal is that people will look at him, and immediately want to feed him warm soup. I hope Taash will need to physically pull him from danger and carry him to safety more times than either of them can count, and I think he'll be very, very pleased with that. (And let's be real, no matter who happens to be wearing the penis at the time, she'll be the one topping.) (And again, he'll be very, very pleased with that.)

Undecided:

Syl Aldwir

the Double Agent who, after having worked with the Friends of Red Jenny as an Orlais-born elf (long story), joined the Veil Jumpers in hope of connecting with her elvish roots, but wound up with her butt planted firmly on the ground between the two proverbial chairs she could have landed on.

Her design is the one that varies the most wildly in my mind, but my inspo for her is a certain piece of Tabris concept art, so she'll probably look either a bit like that, or like Cid, the Tabris I had played once.

I'm planning for a lot of sapphic yearning with Neve, but depending on her relationship with her elvishness, I can see it ultimately being Bellara too- it'll need to unfold during the gameplay (hoping for a love triangle type of thing, or some jealousy-dialogue, if there is any in the game), but personally I'm leaning towards Neve- partly as a rejection of the elves' clinging to the unclear ancient past, and partly because, well, fucking look at her lol.

(She'll either be an archer rogue or a sword and board warrior, depending on which type of gameplay I enjoy more.)

[jacamimdecostasbrancas]

Songs that are so painfully Nezushi to me they make me do wounded animal noises - Featuring three PLACEBO songs cause I've been listening to them A Lot and the vibe just fits

The Bitter End - PLACEBO (Shion's POV while in the Correctional Facility - you guys EVEN THE MUSIC VIDEO'S AESTHETIC FITS??? GO WATCH IT)

Every step we take that's sincronized

Every broken bone

Reminds me of the second time

That I followed you home

You shower me with lullabies

As you're walking away

Reminds me that it's killing time

On this fateful day

See you at the bitter end

See you at the bitter end

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls (Shion's and Nezumi's POVs)

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

Every You Every Me - PLACEBO (Nezumi's POV, post novels)

Carve a name into my arm

Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed

Cause there's nothing else to do

Every me and every you

Like the naked leads the blind, I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind

Sucker love, I always find someone to bruise and leave behind

All alone in space and time

There's nothing here, but what's here's mine

Something borrowed, something blue

Every me and every you

Every me and every you

Every me

Every me and every you

Every me

Center Of Attention - Jackson Waters (Shion's POV) - I have to thank the fanvideo below for introducing me to this song, and it's such an emotional, somber, and tender fanvid! And the editing?? It's probably my favorite Nezushi fanvideo ever. Go watch it and give some love to the creator in the comments!)

You think that you're the sun The whole world revolves around you The center of attention And everything is drawn to you But I'll take my time if you want to And I'll give you whatever you need And I'll wait a lifetime to give it to you Give it to you I would wait a lifetime And I would wait for you I would wait a lifetime And I would wait for you

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush, but PLACEBO's cover cause it's PEAK Nezushi energy (Shion's and Nezumi's POVs, trying to figure each other out, you know the whole 9 novels worth thing)

It doesn't hurt me

You wanna feel how it feels?

You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me

You wanna hear about the deal I'm making

It's you

It's you and me

And if I only could

Make a deal with God

Get'em to swap our places

Be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that building

If I only could

You don't wanna hurt me

Let's see how deep the bullet lies

I'm aware that I'm tearing you assunder

There's a thunder in our hearts, baby

So much hate for the ones we love

So God tell me we both matter, don't we?

Come on baby, come on darling

Let me steal this moment from you now

Come on angel, come on darling

Let's exchange the experience

[neap0litin-freak]

INTRO POST!!! :3

Hi my name is neapolitin freak! Please call me Neo for short tho. I make stimboards, art, and i do a lot of shitposting. Im bisexual and genderfluid so i dont mind what pronouns you refer to me as! You can always send me shit in my ask box, I love getting questions :3

My alt account for all my art is @i-steal-teeth070

(More under cut)

I am a minor so I please don't send inappropriate asks or asking for money. I would help if I can but most the time I get scams sent to me and I don't want to pollute the website with scams. And even if it is real, I don't have much money. ❤️

I'm into a lot of fandoms, but some of my mains are splatoon, Ghostbusters, D&D, adventure time, stranger things, animal crossing, resident evil, silent Hill, mouthwashing, and arcane. Some music I like are: Melanie Martinez, Girl in Red, McKenna Grace, Chappell Roan, Nirvana, Kate Bush, Gorillaz, weezer, and ashniko.

I am autistic and so I use tone tags quite often, and I don't really understand jokes or sarcasm a lot, and if i do, it might take me a minute to understand. Also, i apologize for any spelling mistakes 🍅

DNI for obvious reasons

Other than that, feel free to send me as many things in my inbox or message me if you need anything🩷🩷🩷

I also have an Artfol account where I keep all my art on

[ghostsextet]

WIP Summary Tag

i was scrolling through the writing tag and saw @kaylinalexanderbooks do this and thought it would be fun! i mostly use this blog for organizing resources, but i figure, why not :-)

Rules: give a summary of your WIP in fifteen bullet points, each 2-5 words long.

I don’t have a title for it yet, but I’ve been tagging it as “let me steal this moment from you now” which is a lyric from “Running Up that Hill” by Kate Bush.

Revenge

Magic!!

Ancient technology from a fallen empire

Haunting the narrative

blacksmith milfs in your area

lesbian nuns

Platonic soulmates

three parts, three POVs

the most codependent polycule ever

capitalism is evil

evil sword

epic swordfight with aforementioned sword

protagonist makes Bad Choices

oops it’s a tragedy!

was it preventable or inevitable?

(shhh i know one of those was six words hush) anyways, this was a fun challenge! given that this is a secret blog no one follows, i’m not tagging anyone, but if you DO happen to see this it’s fate and you need to do it by law. :-)

[can-of-pringles]

OC ask game! I'm actually gonna leave this one up to you - any OC you want to share about! I feel like I always ask about Mari, Arith, and Lee, so I want to switch it up. Maybe someone you haven't told me as much about this time?

2, 10, 11, 13, 16, 18, 21, 23, 32, and 33 (answer as many or as few as you want, there were a lot of good ones)

Thanks for the ask! I think I'm going to answer for Dannie Karim and my newest OC, Tessa Hayes!

2. What sort of music would they like? Have you thought about what genres or bands do they lean towards? Do they have a favorite song?

Dannie: Indie, rock, pop, metal.

I need to look over the list again because it might be slightly outdated now.. but definitely Mother Mother, Ghost, Glass Animals, Hozier, Mitski, Tigercub, Young The Giant.

As for a specific song, unsure.

Tessa: I'm not sure yet, however maybe she'd like stuff similar to Glass Animals, Old Man Canyon, Kate Bush, Tame Impala.

10. If they wear jewelry, what kind? Do they prefer silver or gold? Do they have a favorite gem?

Dannie: They have piercings and probably wear a medical alert bracelet or necklace. Probably silver. I'd say peridot?

Tessa: Earrings and necklaces. Gold. Sapphire?

11. What do they have in common with you? How are they different? Would you get along with them?

Dannie: We're both nonbinary and T1D, honestly they started out more similar to a self insert but I'm working towards more originality. I think I would probably.

Tessa: I'm still figuring out a lot about her, but I hope we'd get along.

13. What languages do they speak? How fluently?

Dannie: Arabic and English. Native language is Arabic but it didn't take long for them to learn English.

Tessa: English and bits of French. English is native language. I could see her taking French in school but not remembering a whole lot.

16. Do they have any pets? What do they call their pets?

Dannie: Has their service dog, Missy.

Tessa: Currently doesn't have a pet but I can imagine her having a cat. Though I'm sure she likes dogs too.

18. Their opinion on lying, stealing, and killing?

Dannie: Depends on the situation, usually no, obviously no unless it's self defense.

Tessa: No, usually no, no.

21. Their favorite place to be?

Dannie: Places that have warm weather, maybe hanging out with friends.

Tessa: Outside in nature. She likes to hike sometimes.

23. How would you describe their voice? Can they sing?

Dannie: Smooth and pleasant to listen to. Yes.

Tessa: A little higher pitched but not annoying in any way. Sweet. And probably.

32. Do they have any habits that aren't particularly self-destructive, just maybe odd?

Dannie: Forgetting to throw away used test strips (guilty)

Tessa: Maybe counting when she's stressed.

33. If applicable, how would your other characters describe them? I mean specifically the people around them.

Dannie: Probably describe them as calm and fairly levelheaded. The chill one of the group.

Tessa: Quiet, difficult to get her to trust you but once you do she's very caring and loyal.

OC ask meme

[ginger-grimm]

⌨ and Save a Prayer, please.

Thank you @foxesandmagic-asks, here is a snippet of the latest chapter that I never got to finish.

"Sorry for dragging you over here, man," Caspar told Steve as he inserted his key into the front door of the store and opened it up. "I just need to check that everything is still peachy keen in here." "Peachy keen?" Steve asked, his tone playfully mocking. Caspar rolled his eyes, stifling a laugh, not ready to give Steve Harrington the satisfaction of laughing at his jokes. "I mean, like, I gotta make sure that the store hasn’t been broken into and destroyed." Steve nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you mean," he said, craning his neck to look inside the store. "It doesn't look like it, though." The boys walked inside, looking around carefully to see if anything was out of place. But Steve was right, everything was as untouched as Caspar had left it when he locked up the night that Chrissy had died. "Alright, wait here, I'm gonna go check the back area and see if everything's as it should be back there." Steve nodded once more as Caspar pushed his way through the long curtain that separates the back area and the front of the store. The rest of the group was still buying more supplies for Connie and Eddie at the supermarket, so they had some time before they needed to be back. Caspar walked to the back door, rattling the handle to make sure it was still shut tightly. When the door wouldn’t budge, he did the same with the doors to Ray's office and the storage room. Everything was locked, just as it should be. The break room sat untouched as well, the small fridge in the corner humming away and all of the other devices unplugged as Ray would expect them to be. The back area was clean as well, so Caspar walked back out in the front to find Steve waiting by the door, one hand on his hip as his other arm rested on the doorframe. "Ready to go?" he asked as Caspar walked up to him. "The others should be done with their little shopping spree just about now." Caspar nodded. "Yeah, everything's clean." As Steve turned his back to him to walk out of the door, Caspar's eyes, totally unintentionally, wandered down to his back pocket. "Woah, woah, woah, mister," he chided as he saw the tape-sized dent in Steve's jean pocket. Steve made a face and turned back to face Caspar, whose arms were now crossed in front of his chest. "Were you stealing from me while I was making sure no one had broken into this place?" Steve put his hand over his chin, turning his face away from Caspar's playfully judgmental look. "Maybe." Caspar uncrossed his arms, throwing them up into the air. "Well, why would you do that? What could you possibly need from here right now?" "It was not for me, per se," Steve immediately told him. "I got some backup supplies in case something happens." He pulled the tape from his back pocket, holding it up for Caspar to see. It was Kate Bush's Running Up That Hill. Then he reached into the inside of his jacket and pulled out Bette Davis Eyes. Caspar's face softened. "Well, you could have just said that," he told him. "Anything else? Do I need to frisk you or something?" Steve bit down on his bottom lip, pulling out another cassette tape from the other side of his jacket. Caspar fought the urge to smile as he saw Steve hold up a copy of Shout by Tears for Fears. "You remembered." "Well, you did tell me last night, so I haven’t had a sufficient amount of time to forget." Now Caspar chuckled. He waved his hand towards the door, signaling for Steve to step back outside, and pulled the door shut to lock it when he had done so. "So, let me get this straight," he said, turning the lock in the key before turning around to face Steve, pointing at him with his keychain. "You thought of Max and Connie, which makes sense, and me, which is unexpected, but not of yourself? Or Robin, Dustin, Nancy, or Lucas?" Steve smirked mischievously, tapping the breast pockets of his jacket. Caspar opened his mouth, putting his hands on his hips. "It's like you're actively trying to make me frisk you, dude."

[lonereaper]

5, 17, 28

5. another song that needs to be played loud

that is little dark age mgmt. liek i said previously: LOUD REVERB. in m y ears. NOW

17. a song you would duet with on karaoke:

dont you want me the human league. of COURSE im going to. i did this a few weeks ago actually. i have a karaoke event coming up and if i can make a friend by doing this duet i think my life will be set.

28. a song with an artists voice that you love:

kate bush's running up that hill a deal with god. i will blast this song in my ears because her voice is like. heavenly. CMON BABY CMON CMON DARLING LET ME STEAL THIS MOMENT FROM YOU NOOOOOWWW

[littlelioncub43]

Come On, Angel

Summary: You and Eddie have been exhausted, and sometimes a nice long nap is exactly what you need.

Pairing: Mechanic!Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Female!Reader

Warning: Fluff, sooooo much fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers (kinda, nothing happens but it's lowkey understood that they're in love with each other), cuddling, forehead kisses, Eddie and Reader being in love with each other and showing it in sweet ways, one mention of masturbation but it's not even graphic, Eddie has been having nightmares but doesn't know what they're about (S4 doesn't happen in this. He's safe and loved and always will be), slight angst, pet names, just—nice things.

Word count: 2,209

A/N: Oh my goodness, I loved writing this one, ok? This was so much fun. It made me feel all sorts of nice things, and I hope it makes you feel all those nice things too. This is based on a thot I shared with my bestie P!R Anon that I just couldn't help but expand. They put up with a lot of my ramblings and they're amazing for that. And so! I hereby dedicate this slice of heaven to them. Here you go, bestie. Enjoy!

Kisses💋

— K

Part II. Series Masterlist

“If I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places…” Eddie mumbles under his breath with the radio, silently cursing Max for playing that damn cassette so many times. The drive through the slowly chilling streets of the trailer park was quiet, a few solitary cars and trucks passing Eddie’s prized van as he made the journey to your trailer. With the sun dipping low behind the trees, the shadows and wind bit harder than normal and told of a fast approaching winter. 

Your trailer was a familiar shape at the end of the road, a beacon of comfort that pushed his foot on the pedal hoping to cut the journey as short as possible. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait long before he was slamming the rusty van into park, shutting off Kate Bush, and hopping out of the driver’s seat with that impish grin that never seemed to leave his face around you. The door was locked, which didn’t deter him in the slightest. He pulled the mess of keys from his jacket pocket and found the copy you’d given him a few years ago, just after you moved into your own trailer. The moment you gave it to him, he swore that he wouldn’t let it out of his sight, and, surprisingly, he hasn’t. 

“Helloooo!” He calls as he pushes the door open. He waits for a second for a response but when he gets none he slips his jacket and vest on the couch, heading for your bedroom. 

“Lucy, I’m hooooome!” He sings as he pokes his head into your room, immediately regretting the loudness of his voice. He hears a soft chuckle from the lump of blankets on your bed, your limbs slowly stretching as you peel back the duvet from your sleepy face. “Hey, sleepyhead,” he says, much softer this time.

“Hey,” you croak, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you click on the lamp next to your bed, “whatcha up to, Munson? No good?” 

“Oh, yeah, you know me; scaring housewives, stealing cats, sacrificing goats—the whole nine yards, babe.” He grins and slides his hands into his pockets. You giggle again at his silliness and let yourself take him in in all his glory. Eddie Munson looked far too handsome leaning against your doorframe, his frizzy, wild hair illuminated from the light behind him (God, was he an Angel?), dressed in his usual uniform: a well-loved Hellfire t-shirt, black jeans, that God-awful handcuff belt that you secretly loved, and the same pair of white sneakers that he’s had since his junior year. 

“The poor thing, you must be exhausted,” you yawn, even with sleep still heavy in your system you could see that he was tired. 

“Nah,” he winks with a shake of his head, noting how adorable you look swaddled in your blanket. The thought is quickly tossed aside as quickly as he thought it, he shouldn’t think of you like that, you were his best friend. He pulls his keys from his back pocket. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, I’ll leave you to your nest, sweetheart.”

“Noooo, com’ere,” you tiredly beckon to him with a soft smile, “join me in the nest.”

“What?” He pushes off the doorframe to make his way to kneel beside your bed, the grabby hand you make at him has his own hand itching to hold yours. He rests his chin on the edge of your bed, his hands folded neatly. 

“Stay. Nap,” you say, sitting up on your elbow, “I know you need it, I can see your eye bags without my glasses on.” 

“Ok, see, that’s not how to get me into bed with you,” he jokes with a laugh, easily making you laugh with him. He hadn’t been sleeping very well lately, strange nightmares about strange looking bats and massive basilisk-like vines kept him from getting good rest. Then he spent his days toiling away in the garage.

“Com’on, just a small nap,” you pet his arm gently, trying to lure him into agreeing. It was working.

“I don’t have pajamas,” he points out, already caving to your suggestion, you could suggest he take a flying leap and he just might. He straightens up so your eyes are level, subtly searching for more of your warmth. 

“Just ditch the jeans and t-shirt, and sleep in your boxers—which I assume you’re 100% wearing?” You suspiciously raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Yes, mom, I’m wearing underwear,” Eddie sasses at the accusatory tone of your voice. 

“Good! Then you can sleep in those,” you rationalize, your sleepy brain may not make the best choices, but goodness, you were sleepy and you could tell Eddie was too. He clicks his tongue with a heavy sigh, feigning defeat. 

“Alright,” he pulls himself standing and reaches for the hem of his shirt. “Avert your eyes, sweetheart, the show ain’t free.”

“Boooooooo,” you groan and cover your face with a blanket before flopping back on the bed dramatically, earning a chuckle from the metalhead. He was thankful you covered your face so he can blush in private. You’d seen him in his boxers many times before, but this would be the first time he’d be in bed with you, while practically naked. ‘She’s in her pjs, it’ll be fine,’ he tells himself and tugs off his Hellfire shirt. He quickly strips down to his checkered boxers, the chill of the room nips at his skin and leaves him with goosebumps, it mixes with the perpetual exhaustion in his bones. 

Yeah, a warm bed sounds like heaven right now. 

“Done yet?” And there was an angel. As soon as the blanket was over your face, you felt a fresh wave of tiredness crash down on you. 

“Mmhmm,” he hums, trying to remain as calm as possible to fight off the blush that desperately wants to return. You throw open your blankets for him to climb in, reaching for him on instinct. 

Eddie smiles as soon as he sees your pajamas; one of his favorite shirts that mysteriously went missing a week ago and, he hopes to God, a pretty pair of panties. He’s never seen anything more gorgeous than you in his clothes, but you sleeping in his clothes? Oh, he’d pay good money to see that every day for the rest of his life. 

He lets you gently guide him into the spot next to you before he scoops you up to hold you a little closer, an uncontrollable shiver racing up his spine. Boy, he was cold. You nuzzle deeper into his hold on instinct, the feeling of his arms around you always sent your heart a-flutter. The chilled skin of his chest pressed into your cheek as you snuggled in, your hand coming to his arm to rub his skin warm. 

“My God, Munson, are you made of ice?” You joke and curl yourself around him, slinging your leg over his. You swallow lightly when you feel his bare thigh against yours, the light dusting of hair scratched against you ever so softly. If you weren’t so sleepy, you’d be having a mini heart attack right about now. 

“Well, they do say I’m cold hearted,” he teases through a yawn, his eyes getting heavier and heavier with each breath. He hears you hum out a tired laugh but he can barely focus on anything except your leg in his lap and the rhythmic thumpthumpthump of your chest against his. 

There’s a spell of comfortable silence. The room is filled with slowly deepening breaths and two heartbeats. Sleep takes hold of you quickly, your eyes already shut and dreams just about to start. Eddie catches himself dozing and has enough sense to carefully shut the lamp off before relaxing again. 

As soon as the room was dark, sleep came to him and carried him off. 

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There’s laughter. And sunshine. And his favorite Metallica record playing. He remembers you in the passenger seat of his van, passing him a spoon with ice cream on it. He remembers eating the spoonful of chocolate ice cream while never looking away from you. You were smiling at him, and, God, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. The light was red, there was no danger. No bats, or vines or whatever the fuck they were. It was just the two of you and a bowl of chocolate ice cream. What more could he want?

Soft movement twitched in his limbs as he slowly came back from the dream realm. His head was resting on something soft, tresses of his brown hair covered his face but he couldn’t be bothered to move them yet. He felt you stir with him, wakefulness rising in you both. The feeling of his head on your chest was what you could only describe as perfect. You laid on your back with Eddie resting on top of you, his arms bracketing your sides, hands holding the fabric of your shirt that had ridden up in the night. Your legs were spread comfortably for him to fit between. 

With a gentle stretch, you run your hands across his naked shoulders idly. The soothing touch igniting awareness in Eddie as he finally blinks his eyes open. The sun was peeking through the light curtains of your room, the morning birds singing their happy songs in the trees outside. He purrs when you bring one hand to his face, brushing the hair out of his eyes for him. Oh, yeah, he liked that. 

“G’mornin’, Princess,” he rasps, not bothering to move from his spot yet. If he were honest, he wouldn’t move for all eternity if it were up to him. 

“Morning, Ed,” you mumble back with a yawn, still rubbing his back as you finally open your own eyes to stare at your ceiling. 

“'Just a nap,’ huh?” He yawns, his own hand moving to stroke your side, “now, I may not be a smart man, but that was way longer than a nap.”

“Well, we needed it,” you respond with a small smile, the feeling of his calloused hands gliding over the heated skin of your side was equal parts comforting and intoxicating. Eddie let out an affirmative grumble before lifting his head, resting his chin on your sternum. The sight that greets him nearly knocks him on his ass. Your hair is a mess, sleep has made your face plumper than normal, lines from your pillow run along the length of your cheek, eye crusties dot the inner corner of your gorgeous eyes. You look beautiful, like always, but you look real. And the fact that someone as perfect as you were, was real and currently playing with a knotted lock of his hair, blew his fucking mind. 

While he was busy surveying your face, you were doing the same to him. Taking in his own puffy face, drool coated lips, wild hair, and glossy brown eyes. You came to the same conclusion, unbeknownst to you, that he was perfectly real. The smile that tugged at your lips was easy and held all the fondness you felt for the man in your bed. He saw it, the fondness that he hasn’t found anywhere else in the world. 

“Sleep good?” You ask, the tension in the room was too much for you to take any longer. It was enough for Eddie to come back to reality. 

“Like a baby,” he hums and stretches his arms out before propping himself up on his forearms with a sigh. “We are so doing that again,” he says with a playful smirk. 

“Definitely,” you chuckle in agreement and rub your face clear of any left over sleep crusties. It’s then that Eddie realizes that he’s on top of you, he glances between you to see your shirt rucked up, revealing a pair of plain black cotton panties adorning your hips. He bites his lip and takes as many mental pictures as he can for some at at home solo activities. He’s quick to pull his mind out of the gutter when he hears your tummy rumble. 

“Hungry?” He asks, you hum and nod. “One ‘Eddie Special,’ coming right up!” He kisses your forehead, it was too tempting to ignore, before getting up and heading for your kitchen. You listen to the sound of his rummaging through your kitchen and decide to switch on your stereo next to your bed. The normally harsh sounds of heavy metal guitars and drums is a quiet hum when Eddie returns. He comes back with a bowl of your favorite cereal, a banana, and a fresh cup of water— all balanced in his two hands. 

“Wooooow, room service? I should let you sleep in my bed more often,” you reach for the glass of water first and gulp it down. He gets back in bed, being extra careful of the milk in the bowl.

“Yes, you should,” he grumbles through a mouthful of cereal before handing you the bowl. You laugh and dig in, letting the morning go on at a comfortable pace. It’s just the two of you and a bowl of cereal. 

What more could he want?

Part II

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Clint's Stray PT. 5

⚠️Warnings: cheating, cussing

Word count: 2246

Concept: You and Natasha go to Clint’s for Christmas and you meet the strays that Clint brought home. One, in particular, caught your eye.

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You wake up to birds chirping and one of the most adorable sleepers ever laying next to you. Kate slowly starts to open her eyes.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?”

“It was pretty good. I especially liked the part where I felt you cuddling me.” She said with a warm smile.

“Good, because there’s plenty more where that came from.”

You go to kiss Kate when you hear a knock on the door.

“Come in!”

Nat opens the door, “hey! Morning guys.” She whispers. “Y/n could I grab you for just a minute?”

“Uhh…sure,” you say, throwing the covers off your body and climbing out of bed.

“What’s up?”

“First of all, wow, I’m so happy for you and the progress you’ve made with Kate. You guys look super happy.”

“Nat…I know you’re my best friend and always care for me but what’s going on you’re beating around the bush right now.”

“Look, I wouldn’t ask you this but I need a huge favour. Clint’s kids are staying with their grandmother for a few days so that Clint and Laura can go on a mini getaway together for the weekend. Fury just called and asked to steal me for a last-minute emergency job. I told him no but he was insistent on me going. Would it be okay if Yelena stayed here with you guys for the weekend? I’ll be back in 3 days…tops.”

You just stare at Natasha with awe and frustration. “I guess.” You say as you suddenly remember what happened between the two of you last night.

“Great, thank you, I love you and I owe you one big time.” She says.

“Oh yeah. Big. Time.”

Natasha runs off, grabs her bag and is out the door. You told Kate what Nat said and she didn’t even bat an eye.

“I’m going to go shower and then maybe we could watch a movie and do some more of that cuddling we talked about?” You say in a flirtatious tone.

“Ouu okay. Maybe we could even play a board game too? With Yelena or something.” Kate responds.

You just kind of look at her and try your best to put on a not-so-fake-looking smile. You lean over, give Kate a kiss and head to the bathroom. The water starts to run and you’re getting undressed when there is a very loud knock on the door.

“Yes?”

“Open up I need to piss,” Yelena screams.

“I’m about to get in the shower.” You say.

“Okay? Let me in.”

“Yelena, I’m naked.”

“C‘mon it’s nothing I haven’t seen already.”

You just don’t respond and leave the bathroom door locked as you hopped in the shower.

While the thought may not have crossed your mind, Yelena knew full well what she was doing. She knew that Kate could hear every word she said to you.

Once you were done with your shower you started making breakfast for you and Kate…and I guess Yelena too. Maybe it’s time you start being a little nicer to her. Perhaps making breakfast and extending that hand will help mend things between the two of you and you can find some sort of closure. You’re making eggs with bacon and hash brown as Kate is sitting at the kitchen table waiting. Yelena walks down after having gotten ready for the day.

“Wow, it smells amazing in here.” She says.

Kate's head starts to raise and look up at her with your back still turned as you face the stove.

“Hey Lena, I made bacon and eggs, want some?” You ask. This was your olive branch. Maybe things between the two of you will heal after all.

Kate faces you with slight confusion on her face when she hears the Knick name come out of your mouth.

“I would love some.” She says. “Have any hot sauce?”

The three of you sit down at the table and eat breakfast together. The whole time Yelena compliments your cooking.

“Man do I miss this. You’re such a great chef y/n.” She says.

From the sounds of it, Yelena wanted to move on from your rocky past too. She was being nice and respectful and almost delightful to be around.

She gets up and grabs your empty plate and brings it over to the sink. You were honestly slightly shocked because even when the two of you were together she never wanted to help clean up after dinner.

Yelena washes the dishes and makes her way back over to the table.

“So, what are you guys up to today?”

“Cuddling,” Kate responds in a very quick and stern tone.

You looked over at her slightly confused but didn’t question it.

“Uhh yeah. But we were also talking about playing a board game if you wanted to join us? We were thinking of Monopoly.” You say.

“Oh nooo, Kate, did she not tell you? Y/n is EXCEPTIONAL at monopoly. Oh, she’ll be wiping the floor with us.” Yelena says with a big smile.

“Wow, it only took you four years to admit that. About damn time.” You say with a chuckle.

Kate grew frustrated seeing the two of you get along so well.

“Well, looks like there’s a first time for everything. You’re going down y/n/n.” She says, narrowing her eyes towards you and then bursting out into laughter.

“Kate, why don’t you go grab the game?” You say.

Kate looks hesitant at first. “Okay.”

She comes back and the three of you start to play. The game starts off well for you because like Yelena said, you are naturally very good at monopoly. You had what you thought was a good game and lots of fun but you started to feel like Kate was acting off.

The game finished with you being the winner of course. “Hey, I’m feeling kind of tired. I think I’m going to go take a nap.” Kate says.

“Okay babes.” You say with a smile. You go to lean in to kiss her but she walks away and just heads upstairs.

Feeling a little awkward about the situation you turn back to Yelena and just start chatting with her. After about 10 minutes of talking you feel like you should go talk to Kate because of how she was acting. You excused yourself from the table and headed upstairs.

The door slowly creaked open, “Hey are you awake?” You whisper.

Kate rolls over on her side and faces you.

“Is everything okay? You seemed kind of upset when you left earlier.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She says rolling over to face the other way.

You scrunch your face and walk towards the bed. Pulling the sheets away, you climb in behind her and wrap your arms around her from behind.

“Kate…I know we’ve only known each other for a little bit but I can clearly tell that you’re upset. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I said I’m good.” She says with a slight voice crack in the middle of her sentence.

You tug on her shoulder and pull her onto her back. You can see a slight gloss over her eyes.

“Oh Kate, you look so upset, love. Did I do something wrong?”

“No no it’s not you. It’s just- I just- it’s her.”

“Her? Who? Yelena?”

“Yeah. She’s been super flirty with you all day and it’s like you haven’t even seen it.”

You stop and think for a moment. “Hmm, well I’m sorry. I actually haven’t realized that but maybe that’s not her intention. I feel like she just wants a friend.”

Kate rolls back over again so her back faces you.

“Look babes I’m sorry. I’ll try to fix this and just avoid her. I didn’t think this would make you so upset. I just was trying to see if we could be friends again after what she did and if I could find closure.”

“I’m sorry y/n. I didn’t mean to make such a big deal out of this. I’m not usually the jealous type. It’s just I see the way you two look at each other sometimes and she is incredibly hot and badass. I’m nothing like that.”

“Kate. Really? You are everything like that and more. First of all, you’re an archer and that in itself is badass. Second, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your smile and I know this sounds weird but even the way you walk. Unbelievably sexy.” You say with a small laugh.

You can see a smile creep across her face as her cheeks turn a light shade of pink from blushing.

She pulls you into a tight hug.

“How about we just spend the rest of the day on our own? We can watch movies and lotssss of cuddles.” You say.

“That sounds nice, but I feel kind of bad just leaving Yelena. I feel a bit better after our convo and I feel like I can be there with the two of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I can do it.”

“Okay babes. How about we lay for a little then we can go downstairs and see her?”

“Sounds good.” She says with a warm smile and a hug.

The two of you decide to take a quick nap together. You weren’t exactly exhausted so you laid down for only about 30 minutes. You got up and decided to let Kate sleep for a little while longer…after all, it is still technically Christmas vacation, even if the holiday has passed. You head downstairs where you see Yelena sitting on the couch watching TV.

“Hey,” you say with a yawn. “What are you watching?”

“Hi,” She says with a smile that could light up a room. “I’m watching a movie called James Bond. I have never watched them before but Natasha said they’re good but, to be honest, being somewhat of a spy myself, I find them incredibly inaccurate.”

You let out a genuine laugh. “You’re funny. Mind if I join? Which one are you watching anyway?”

“I don’t know what it’s called but the main character has some really nice blue eyes.”

“Ah yes, one of the films with Daniel Craig.”

The two of you sit in silence for a moment and continue to watch the movie. Yelena lets out a loud laugh at the parts of the movie that were by no means funny but to her they were. You couldn’t help but feel comforted by how close the two of you were. You felt like you could finally put the past behind you but there was still one thing that was bothering you.

“Yelena? Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” She says as she eats her popcorn.

“Why did you leave?”

“What do you mean? You know why. I had work, a job that I needed to do.”

“Yeah I know that but why did you leave the way you did? I just came home one day and you were gone. All of your stuff, everything was moved out of our place, it was like you didn’t even exist.”

She paused the movie and turned her body towards you.

“I had to. The job that I was going to do was very secretive and I couldn’t risk exposing you to that sort of danger. I knew that if I–” She started to get choked up. “I knew that if I broke your heart, that you wouldn’t come after me.”

You looked at her with glazed-over eyes, while you needed to have answers it still stung to hear them.

“I couldn’t risk putting you in danger y/n. You were– are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

At this point, you were at a loss for words and holding back tears. The only thing you felt was right was to lean forward and hug her, so you did just that. She wrapped her arms around you and rested her face in the crook of your neck. It was like no time had passed at all and yet over a year has gone by. Yelena felt new and old all at the same time, her body fit in yours perfectly and she felt like…home. She pulls away from the hug and rests her forehead against yours. Yelena brings her right hand up to the cheek of your face to wipe a tear away and let you rest in the palm of her hand.

“I still love you malyshka and I don’t think that will ever change.” She whispers.

“I fucking knew it.”

You snap around and see Kate standing behind you in awe of what she was looking at.

“No– Kate. You don’t understand it-it’s not like that.” “Yeah, whatever y/n. You can save it. You two clearly are meant to be together and I’m done coming second to your ex.”

She storms back upstairs.

“Wait, Kate!” You say getting up to go after her but you are suddenly pulled back. Yelena has a hold of your one wrist.

“Yelena! Let go.”

“No y/n. Let her have a minute. She is clearly very upset and you’re just going to make it worse.”

You knew Lena was right and that giving Kate time would help heal the situation faster but you also felt heartbroken and frustrated that you betrayed the one person you promised you wouldn’t.

You fall back down onto the couch and stare up at the ceiling.

“I fucked up.” You say.

– End of PT. 5 –

[enemymarkus]

Being in a relationship with eddie and steve

By: EnemyMarkus

Pairings?: steddie x reader

warnings: fluff, very long

I do not give permission for people to steal my work or translate it without my consent!

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+ You and steve met first, in freshman year. He was your best friend until you started developing a crush on him, but he was with nancy at the time. You thought that there weren't a good couple because they were on and off again.

+ when you started to get older and when you guys were in senior year nancy broke it off with steve, she admitted that she didn't love him anymore. And steve was heartbroken.

+ that's when he started to realize that he loved his best friend the whole time, he was just blinded by fake love.

+ so you and steve started dating while nancy and jonathan got together, even though steve was still heartbroken that didn’t mean he wouldn't stop loving you.

+ over time he started to babysit the kids, and you guys loved dustin. You guys would protect him and his friends from the monsters form the upside down.

+ when dustin got into high school you guys were worried, that he might be bullied. And you guys were worried for max, after all the stuff she experienced with Billy Gone how could you not?

+ dustin then started talking about that there's a d&d club called “hellfire” you thought it sounded cool, and you were happy dustin was making friends, but steve on the other hand was upset. Because some 20-21 year old is stealing his dusty :(

+ when dustin tells you guys about what happened to eddie and chrissy you guys were shocked, you guys thought the mind flayer was the last monster to fight but you guys were wrong. Dustin said that he needed you guys help + robin to help find him and prove that he’s innocent and not guilty 

+ when you guys meet eddie you thought that he was going to be so weird creep but nope, he was a nice and good looking person

+ Eddie thought he fell in love the moment he met you and steve, you looked so gentle and nice and steve looked like an overprotective boyfriend (which eddie loved)

+ over time you and steve started to like eddie back, and steve invited him to your relationship. dustin was excited that his 3 favorite people were together 

+ you guys helped defeat vecna (or so you thought) and went to your house and cuddle in bed, you in the middle steve on your chest and eddie in the crook of your neck.

+ driving in eddies van listening to black sabbath, metallica, kate bush. 

+ you and steve liked to prank eddie, whenever he was asleep you and steve would braid his hair in all sorts of ways ( you taught steve how to braid your hair)

+ When it was your guys 2 year anniversary eddie and steve proposed to you

+ ofc dustin was their best man, and max and el were your bridesmaids, all of your friends and family came to the wedding. After you guys got married a food fight happened. That was one night you were going to remember

+ you guys moved to california near jonathan and nancy, always going to the beaches and hanging out with some of your new friends. Later on dustin joined and started to live with you guys bringing his pet dog Kiko

+ you guys were a big family and only going back to hawkins if necessary. 

you guys were finally having your happy ever after

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sorry this was really long but i hope you enjoyed this and have a good night/day/afternoon