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msquared1414 · 10 months ago
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So Mike got a haircut…it’s been almost a year since I’ve drawn him
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lovexjoe · 5 months ago
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how wwould armando react if he is in love with the reader, but she shows no sign of feeling the same way, (he's so devoted when it comes to the reader) And he'd like to know if she feels the same way, I wish it would end in a passionate way (you know what I mean) 🔥
New follower 💗💗♥️🌷
Amor Prohibido
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A/N: This was meant to be short, but I took the idea and ran with it. I hope you guys enjoy🤍 I also flip around with pov; sorry in advance.
Warning: Forbidden love, angst, violence, smut (idk what else im missing 😭)
Music to listen to while reading:
Fuck Love - XXXtentacion ft Trippie Redd.
SAD - XXXtentacion
John Redcorn - SIR
Y/N has been working with AMMO for 2 years now.
Kelly was the firecracker and you were the reserved sweetheart. Just don’t let nobody cross a line cause you’ll turn into an explosive real quick.
Mike and Marcus loved having you around, you brought the balance to the squad.
Being Kelly’s little sister, you were protected by everybody, including your least favorite person: Armando.
You didn’t understand him at all. Stone cold killer trying to turn a new leaf? I don’t think so
The moment Mike brought him into Kelly’s house unannounced was the first time ANYONE has seen you explode.
“What the fuck is he doing here?! He needs to leave NOW” Kelly points her gun directly at Armando.
Without even a hesitation you pulled your pocket knife out and slammed Armando against the wall. Shoving the knife up to his neck, close enough to draw blood.
“I know who you are and if you’re working with us. Do not make us regret it or you WILL be my first body count” Y/N spoke with venom. She couldn’t stand that Captain wasn’t here because of him. All the trouble he's caused. Everyone stops and stares at the two of you.
“Holy shit! Since when did Y/N turned into a Cobra?” Marcus jokes causing the air to lighten up a bit.
“Puedes confiar en mi” (you can trust me) Armando says as he takes in how beautiful her eyes are. He fully understood where she was coming from. He knew he had to show everyone that he wasn’t a stone cold killer: it was his mother who trained him.
From that day forward Armando could not stop thinking about you.
Kelly with hesitation moved Armando into the guest bedroom, across from Y/N room. Y/N wasn't too happy about it, but she gave him a chance to redeem himself.
He was quiet, respectable and kept to himself. Observing everyone like he always does. Observing his new favorite person, you.
8 months later
Armando was up late after a mission with AMMO. He was on standby as Y/N flirts with the drug dealer to distract him. She looked beautiful under the club lights. Her tan skin was glowing and her curly hair framing her face. The dress she was wearing took his breath away. He's never seen her in this light. She's usually in a tomboy attire just cause it was comfortable and convenient. This was the first time she wasn't on tech duty, Dorn's therapist recommended he took a rest from the action so Y/N volunteered herself. He was happy she was here, but it drove him crazy that she had to flirt with this old fuck. The man trailed his hands along her exposed back. It took everything in Armando not to put a bullet through his head and accept whatever consequences that came with it. Shortly Rita appeared along with Mike to arrest the drug dealer, putting an end to his torture. Y/N headed back into the van with Armando following behind her: watching her back just in case. Mike took notice that he never left her side. He knew his son, because they were exactly alike and hoped Y/N could bring a softer side out of him. Their friendship was forming, Y/N saw a side to Armando that nobody else did and she finally trusted him. She would never admit to it though, because with that trust comes with other feelings she wanted to lock away. It felt wrong to her. More like forbidden.
After they got home, everyone parted ways to their designated space. He's been thinking about her in that dress all night. It was 3am and sleep was definitely not in the air for tonight. He started to collect the dishes he had scattered around the room, irritated he let it get a bit messy. As he exits his room he notices the door to Y/N's bedroom was open. The kitchen light was on, the sink running as Y/N was clearing up the dishes that piled up the sink for over a week. The whole house was slacking on cleanliness.
"Can't sleep?" He asks as he sets his dishes on the counter next to her. Now leaning against it as she shook her head looking up at him. His heart skipped a beat taking in her nightly attire. A baby blue silk nightie that hugged her curves. Her curly mane was up in a messy bun and her glasses set low on her nose as she didn't bother fixing it.
"I've been so restless for the past two weeks" She shook her head, trying to make sense of why. She signals her head for him to put the dishes away as she washes; He complies. Armando would comply to anything that you said honestly. He loved that it was just the two of you right now with no interruptions. They never talked much, just enjoyed each other's presence. Maybe tonight could end differently he thought to himself.
"You did a great job tonight amor. It was nice having you away from the computer." He places the last dish in the cabinet and proceed to grab a bottle of alcohol walking over to the couch. Everything in you was screaming to go back to your room and not entertain this conversation further, but your body was already seated next to him. He took a sip from the bottle without even a struggle, handing the bottle off to you. You took a huge gulp knowing you need some liquid coverage if you're gonna stay up with him at these hours. You knew why you were restless for the past two weeks, it was the exact time when you started developing these other feelings for Armando. The best thing you can do is DENY DENY DENY. After all he's still a bad person right? A few months doesn't mean anything...right? Yet you trusted him entirely, none of this made fucking sense.
"Qué estás pensando?" (What are you thinking about?) He studies her worried face, deep in her thoughts; wishing she'd let him in. She turns her body to completely face him, her bare legs resting on his.
"Are you happy here?" Your eyes searched his, hoping to find something...a soul maybe? Some reassurance that he's on the path of making himself a better man.
" Happy? I don't know what that is fully. But I can say, when I'm here with you I'm at peace." He spoked openly for the first time, his hand grazing against your exposed leg. At this point you were just looking into each other's eyes, wishing one of you would make the move first. He took his whole being not to show you how much he worships you on this couch, but he does not want to disrespect you in any way. Your body felt so hot, yearning for his touch. Slowly your head was leaning in, both of you breathing uneasy, his hand resting on your cheek; lips so close but not touching just yet. You never felt this way about anyone before. Relationships, feelings all of that love bullshit was so new to you. Love? Do you love him? No it definitely can't be. You shoved the thought away as you pulled away.
"I-I have to go" You set the bottle down, hurrying to your room and locking the door. Armando curses to himself for even entertaining what had happened. You were curled up in bed when you heard the front door slammed. He had left to god knows where and you hugged your pillow wishing it was him.
1 week later
The two of you have not spoken a word to each other since the almost kiss.
Armando had returned at 10am that morning with no emotion towards Y/N at all.
She went back on tech duty until today.
The tension could be cut with a knife the whole team noticed.
"You two lovebirds are fighting aren't you?" Mike teased.
You rolled your eyes as you prep your ammo before you made it to your destination. This is something Armando already had done for you anytime you were on a mission with him; today was not that day.
He felt guilty as he watched you out of his peripheral but he felt like it was time he stop pursuing this. If you wanted him you would have kissed him that night: not run away.
Callie has been kidnapped along with Mike's wife. We received coordinates on where they were being held hostage.
As you reached the destination, both you and Armando scooped out the scene. You felt something off about the coordinates.
Once you two made it inside, you heard crying that sounded like Callie. Armando signals you to stay as quiet as possible as you guys make your way through the abandon building.
Once you guys got closer to the voice, you both realize it was just a recording.
"Its a TRAP!! BOTH OF YOU ABORT NOW" Mike and Marcus yelled over the intercom.
Before you could even try to escape there were already men surrounding you guys. Gunshots being the only sound that filled the air. The both of you, took as many men as you could, with the help of the drone assisting. Armando hated more than anything to see you shed blood, but those combat training days you two had was worth it. You could hold your own. Your surroundings got quiet, as you shove a knife through your enemy's neck. You turned around hoping to see Armando following you, but you froze in your steps. Mcgrath had his gun pointed at you ready to shoot. You guys were out of ammo, the drone gave out and any slight movement Mcgrath would kill you.
Everything slowed down, you felt your world stopped as Armando jumps in front of you causing Mcgrath to let out 3 shots. Armando taking the impact of all of them. You heard the rifle go off after, Mcgrath being taken down by a headshot. You immediately wrapped your arms around Armando, trying to find any way to stop the bleeding. This can't be happening right now. No no no no. You applied as much pressure as you could.
"Armando please stay with me, I can't lose you. Please" You cried and screamed for help. Mike and Marcus rushed in helping you take Armando into ambulance. You REFUSED to leave his side. The nurses had to pry you and Mike off of him so they could take him into surgery.
Armando started off hated by everyone, but over the past few months he truly became family. You sat down on the floor of the lobby, looking down at your bloodstain hands and your heart broke. Will you ever get a chance to tell him how you really feel? He jumped in front of a gun for you with no hesitation. Callie and Mike's wife was safe, the rest of Ammo took care of the mission while you and Mike were on standby waiting for Armando's results.
3 hours later
You laid next to Armando's bedside, holding his hand waiting for him to wake up. Mike left a few minutes before, thanking you for staying with him as he returns to his wife.
"I love you so much" You whispered against his hand, placing a soft kiss against it.
"I love you too mi amor. Más de lo que jamás sabrás" (More than you will ever know) He says softly, squeezing your hand reassuring that everything is okay. With no hesitation you pressed your lips against his, both of you moaning into each other's lips.
"I had to get shot 3 times for you to finally kiss me mami" You both started laughing.
✧・゚: ✧・゚: :・゚✧:・゚✧✧・゚: ✧・゚: :・゚✧:・゚✧✧・゚: ✧・゚: :・゚✧:・゚✧✧・゚: ✧・゚:
4 months later
Armando was finally healed and better than ever. Rita released both of you on a well needed vacation. The two of you avoided any of "those" activities till the doctor cleared him. Everyone was finally relieved to see you two engulfed in each other; the angst was truly unbearable. You guys had the house to yourself after returning from your romantic dinner. His lips immediately on yours after he locks the front door. Melting into his touch as he pushes you against the hallway of your bedroom, leaving hickeys on your neck and he didn't give a fuck.
"Mando" You let out a soft cry as he sucks on your weak spot right below your ear.
"Recién estoy empezando princesa" (I'm just getting started princess) He whispers as he slips his fingers under your dress, rubbing you through your underwear. Your little cries only ignited his dominate side even more. He rips your underwear causing it to fall to your feet, teasing you with one finger.
"You're so wet" He works a second finger in causing your legs to weaken. He pumps his finger harder and faster till your pussy started to make a squelch sound.
"Baby! Im squirting I'm squirting please!" Your orgasm dripped down his hand, he smiles to himself taking in his view. His girl, completely weak in her knees for him and the night just started. He wraps your legs around his waist carrying you into the bedroom.
"You came like a good girl for me baby." He gives you your well deserve praise as he lays you down, removing your dress and his clothes. His size and length definitely matched his attitude. The kisses were hot and messy as you aligned him with your entrance. As he slips in, you both couldn't help the sounds escaping from your mouths. His thrusts were slow and deep causing your eyes to tear up from the intense pleasure. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder for a better angle. The sound of pants and skin slapping was all that could be heard in that room.
"I love you" You both said in unison as you came as the same time. He collapse on your chest and you played with his hair. You didn't speak for a little bit, just enjoying each other's presence.
"Y/N?"
"Yes?"
"Estoy feliz aqui" (I am happy here) He says as he kisses your chest.
The End
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eddiesxangel · 6 months ago
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(legal age btw m not weird 😞)
dilf!eddie knowing he shouldnt be messing with a younger girl (18+ ofc) but he js needs relief after his wife left him
also may i please be 🎈 anon if not taken? ty <3
HIIIIII 🎈this got away from me
Omg ok he’s like late 40’s maybe 50. He’d be in the bar with Steve, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, you know the guys, having a celebritory/depressed drink bc the divorce had been finalized that day. Maybe you’re there for your friends 25th birthday and somehow you start flirting with Eddie and he would 100% think you’re pulling his leg bc that’s what he’s use to.
His ex was really the first relationship he had been in, they got married younger bc they were head over heels but then real life gotten in the way and they grew up and apart.
He cannot believe this hot younger girl is talking to him, he’s so out of his wheelhouse, but Steve is there to talk him up.
You “awe” when they tell you he’s newly single but that only makes you want him more. So when you suggest you take the party back to his place he’s fumbling for his keys at the opportunity. He hasn’t had sex in over two years, bc his ex wouldn’t let him touch her.
You rest your hand on his upper thigh on the short car ride back to his new home. He has a small bungalow, seriously a bachelor pad. He was not expecting company so the place is disorganized but you don’t care because your lips are attached to his neck the second he closed the door.
“Holy shit” he lets slip because is this really happening? Yes it is, he feels your hands slip up his thighs to where his hard on is starting to take form.
You run your hands all over his body, his thick arms, his small beer belly, his tense shoulders.
“You should relax, let me help you” you lead him to the couch after he takes off his leather jacket for the first time of the night and you can see more of his tattoos. You bite back a moan when he takes a seat, man spreading just inviting you to take a seat in his lap.
Your lips find his neck, you try to leave a mark but there are so many tattoos you can’t see the bruising.
Eddie still can’t believe he is with you in his house but he’s going to take advantage of every second of it. So unexpectedly he picks you up and walks you over to his bed.
With more confidence in himself he tosses you on the bed and you land with a giggle. He has you naked and on your need for him within minutes of entering the bedroom.
After he thinks you’re about to suck the soul out of his body he pushes you off and spreads you open needing to taste you. Your young tight wet pussy is like a drug. You feel his large lips sucking your clit into his mouth. He loves the feeling of your long nails gripping his hair taught. He lets out a growl into your pussy and your cumming on his tongue instantly.
He fumbles for the condoms he thankfully just bought, and when he finally penetrates you your holding him so tightly to your body you e become one.
His hips are rocking into you so good, he’s pounding into you, you can’t think. You’re so fucking. Happy you chose to come home with him, never have you had sex this good. How did his wife give this up? You don’t know but you’re sure glad because you get to experience him now.
“Eddie please!” He loved hearing his name fall from your lips. He wasn’t even sure you remembered it, he’s having trouble remembering yours if he’s being honest but he didn’t care. Your pussy was magic.
“Fuck babygirl, this pussy so tight so good” you feel his hand gently wrap around your throat, holding you in place as he watches your tits bounce with each thrust.
Your pussy is getting tighter and tighter as your orgasm creeps up on you. He needs you to cum before him, he be damned if he comes first.
The praises falling from his lips has you clenching down on his cock, and Eddie can finally let go. His cum fills the condom as he continues to fuck into you until he’s satisfied.
Once you’ve both caught your breath you get up to leave, Eddie feels sad when you start getting dressed but you insist he gives you his phone because maybe you can do it again sometime.
His stomach did a little summersault when he sees the text from the unsaved number with your name attached, and he doesn’t think he will ever forget your name again.
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loveinhawkins · 2 years ago
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Joyce drops off Will, El and Mike with more homemade food after they’ve had dinner, which makes Steve smile. 
“Tell your mom I’m not gonna have enough space to put all of this in the fridge.”
“You can just eat some of it and then you will have space,” El says, matter-of-fact, “like what Eddie is doing.”
Eddie pauses in his eating of Koogle chocolate spread straight out the jar.
Steve laughs loudly.
Eddie sighs, leans into the melodrama of it. “Damn, right for the jugular. Haven’t I suffered enough?”
El makes a show of thinking in response. Eddie watches her with infinitely growing fondness, how she fights to keep a straight face, unable to stop her smile from breaking through. “No.”
Eddie slumps against the counter like he’s just received a fatal blow.
“Hey, person without a cast,” Steve says dryly, “help put some stuff away, this isn’t a hotel.”
“I dunno, Harrington, you seem like the type to have monogrammed dressing gowns and shit.”
The tips of Steve’s ears turn a damning red.
Eddie pounces on the sight with a delighted grin. “Oh dear god.”
“Eddie—”
“Holy shit,” Eddie whispers, like he’s found the Holy Grail. “I was just talking out my ass man, but. You do.”
“Only ‘cause Robin—it was one joke Christmas present, all right?”
“Yeah, that’s what they all say.”
They all make short work of putting the food away, but the kids linger in the kitchen, like they don’t want to say goodbye just yet.
It’s funny, Eddie has distant memories of Hawkins characterising Will Byers as a quiet little kid when he went ‘missing’, but there’s hardly any of that shyness now. The only slight hint of uneasiness Eddie can discern is that every so often, Will’s hand will rise up as if to scratch the back of his neck, like he’s hardly aware that he’s doing it; he spots El catching his hand in hers once, gently pulling it back down—does it in such a way that it never draws attention.
If anything, Mike is the quiet one, which is tripping Eddie up; he’s so used to his vocal commentary at Hellfire. He can’t tell if it’s just general post-nearly end of the world exhaustion or—something else. He doesn’t know what.
From the way Mike is standing, shoulders occasionally hiking up to his ears, Eddie gets the feeling that he doesn’t want to be asked about it.
Will does the majority of the talking, spends most of the time making references to what went down in California that Eddie can barely follow, revels in teasing Dustin about Suzie—
“Wait, Henderson’s girlfriend is real?” Eddie says.
Dustin glares at him. “Hey!”
Steve nods seriously. “I know.”
Dustin spins around, pokes Steve in the side. “Hey.”
Bizarrely, this prompts Will into an enthusiastic rendition of NeverEnding Story, which makes Dustin groan as if he’s been plagued with it for centuries. But there’s a celebratory sound to all of it, to the way Will sings cheekily, even the way Dustin is rolling his eyes—like they can’t believe they can afford the time to just be silly.
Under the cover of the kids’ laughter, Steve leans forward in his seat, catching Eddie by the wrist.
“Hey, later could you—would you mind helping me up the stairs? I wanna…” He pushes back his hair, grimacing. “Got, like, a sink wash in hospital, but it wasn’t that great.”
There’s a self-conscious air to how he speaks, how he keeps fiddling with flyaway strands of hair.
“Yeah, man, no problem,” Eddie says, matching Steve’s lowered volume. Still look good to me.
They wait until they’re alone—Dustin leaves in Joyce’s car, too, with a firm, “I’ll be back,” flung over his shoulder; Steve snorts, “Sure thing, Arnie.”
Once they conquer the stairs, Eddie’s shoulder aching from Steve needing to lean on it, Eddie optimistically believes that the rest will be plain sailing from here.
Steve’s set up on a stool, and Eddie’s standing in the bathtub, about to see how far the shower-head can stretch.
Steve is in the middle of saying, “Oh, just watch out, don’t think I changed the temperature from when I last—”
Eddie’s elbow catches on the dial. He shrieks as he’s immediately hit with a blast of cold water.
“Jesus Christ,” he wheezes, finally managing to switch the shower off. His hair is sopping wet. “How am I the freak? What kind of monster takes a cold shower willingly?”
And Steve laughs so hard that he nearly falls off the stool, as if the light-heartedness of the kids earlier has lifted his spirits, made him giddy.
“You look,” he says, through a raucous fit of giggles, “like a drowned rat.”
“Excuse me? Oh, tread very, very carefully, Harrington,” Eddie says, raising the shower-head in warning.
Steve raises an eyebrow coolly. “You’re bluffing.”
Eddie is, in fact, not bluffing.
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“Oh wow.” Eddie makes a low whistle, like he’s just discovered a rare antique. “Why isn’t this behind glass? This shit is history; it should be preserved.”
Steve blinks, gives him a sardonic look from where he’s lying on the bed, leg propped up with pillows. “Pretty sure I’m not the only person to own a Hawkins Phys. Ed T-shirt.”
Eddie scoffs, shaking out the shirt with a pointless flourish before putting it back in the closet. “Yeah, but you, like, wore it.”
“Oh, sorry, I misunderstood you, man. So I’m the only person ever to wear a Hawkins Phys. Ed T-shirt.”
“You know what I mean, asshole.”
Before Steve got round to actually washing his hair, they had spent a lot of time just goofing around, trying to soak the other. While attempting to ensure that it was a fair fight, that Steve didn’t overbalance on the stool, Eddie ended up nearly braining himself on the tub’s faucets—but maybe he really did suffer a head injury, he reasons, otherwise there’s no excuse for what he says next.
“You made it part of your whole thing, you know? Like, yeah, people wear clothes, but you wore outfits.”
Steve laughs, rolling his eyes. “Shut up. You’re making me sound like a sitcom character.”
“Oh, but you were,” Eddie says, grinning with the knowledge that he’s about to be very annoying. “Did you see yourself in the school corridors? You walked like you had your own theme music, man.”
“Says you,” Steve retorts. “I think a laugh track would’ve helped your cafeteria sermons.” And before Eddie can attempt a theatrical gasp of offence, Steve points at a baggy sweater in the closet. “Hey, gimme that one, it’ll do.”
Eddie actually puts some effort into properly aiming the shirt when he throws it, but Steve almost drops it. Eddie turns, ready to tease him, because Steve Harrington is hardly known for fumbling a catch, but stops when he sees the stricken look on Steve’s face.
“What is it?”
“I just—I just remembered,” Steve stutters out, eyes wide. “Shit, Eddie, I’m sorry. Your vest.”
Eddie stares, uncomprehending. “Come again?”
“Your vest. Damn it, I didn’t even think to ask for… they must’ve cut it off me or—”
“Oh, Jesus,” Eddie says, and the hair on the back of his neck stands on end. He shakes his head to try and clear it of the awful image they must’ve cut it off me conjures up then says, with fervour, “Steve. Don’t worry about it. Like, honestly, truly? Do not worry about it. I really can’t stress how much I don’t give a shit.”
Steve frowns, clearly still unhappy about it.
“I’ll just steal one of your polos and call it even.”
Steve smiles weakly; Eddie still counts it as a win. “Mm, I have it on good authority that the Phys. Ed T-shirt is highly sought after.”
“Damn, what idiot said that?”
Eddie turns while shutting the closet, glancing over at Steve as he does so. That’s when he sees it, sees Steve’s bare skin as he takes his shirt off, about to change into the sweater—
There’s no bandages wrapped around his middle anymore. They have healed faster than any normal wounds should, but that fact doesn’t diminish the way Eddie’s stomach lurches at the sight: the gouges in the skin from the bats, and several deep, ragged claw marks. There’s a sudden ringing in his ears; the wetness of Steve’s blood on his fingers…
He feels his knee slam against the bed frame distantly, like it’s happening to someone else. Then Steve’s hand is wrapped around his wrist, and he’s thrown back into his body, and he tilts—
“Hey, hey, you’re all right,” Steve says, and he pulls Eddie down to sit on the bed.
Eddie sways, tries to stand up again—but that just makes the sudden faintness worse.
“Woah, take it easy,” Steve murmurs, and Eddie blinks and blinks until his face swims into view, eyebrows drawn in concern. “God, you feeling okay? You went white.”
“You were bleeding,” Eddie says stupidly. He squeezes his eyes shut, tips his head down and just breathes.
And then he feels Steve gently guide his hand to rest over the wounds. Places it there, puts his own hand on top.
“Not anymore,” Steve says simply.
Eddie traces the marks. They don’t feel overly cold which helps. His hand rises and falls with every breath Steve takes.
Steve keeps his eyes on him, doesn’t let go of his hand until Eddie can stand again.
-
Steve has already drifted off to sleep on the couch when the phone rings.
Eddie picks it up with a quiet, “Hello?”
“E-Eddie?”
At first, Eddie doesn’t recognise the voice on the other end. It’s only when his name is repeated that the realisation hits.
It’s Mike.
Eddie has never heard him sound so uncertain, not even when he was first invited to sit at Hellfire’s lunch table.
“Hey, Mike,” he says, can’t stop a note of anxiety bleeding through. “What’s up?”
“It’s… it’s Nancy,” Mike says. He starts off almost reluctant, as if he’s worried about breaking some sort of sibling code by mentioning her, but the sound of his true fear quickly overrides that. “She—she left, and she told me she was gonna, um, call you, or something? I don’t know, but she… she’s not back yet and I… I don’t think she did. Call you.”
“She didn’t,” Eddie confirms, grabs a piece of his hair and pulls.
Mike’s voice pitches a little higher; he sounds very young. “I don’t know where she’s gone. Eddie, she didn’t even take her car.”
“Okay, okay.” Eddie’s eyes dart about the room, land on Steve’s car keys. “Hey, Mike? It’ll be okay, man. I’m gonna go get her.”
He heads for the door in a mad dash, one arm through his leather jacket. Before he goes, he takes the time to write Steve a note—if he wakes up, Eddie figures that there’s no point in him just sitting there alone, worrying, so he settles for something that will hopefully make him laugh instead.
Back soon. Totally not stealing your car. Cross my heart. On an unrelated note, I took your car keys. -E
-
He finds her at the trailer park, of course. Sitting right by his and Wayne’s place, in the spot where…
She’s hugging her knees, pressing the side of one cheek into them. Her boots are muddy again.
Eddie gets out of the car with more noise than is strictly necessary, so she’s not startled by his approach.
“This wasn’t the deal, Wheeler,” he says mildly, sitting down beside her.
She’s shivering.
Eddie tries very hard not to look at the trailer; it’s just a shell now, it’s just…
“Sorry,” Nancy says, too quiet. “I was… gonna call but. Lost track of time.” She sniffs, mumbles into her jeans, “Had enough of driving.”
“Why?” Eddie asks carefully.
“Because.” Nancy sniffs again. “I had to drive Jason Carver around town.”
For a moment, Eddie forgets how to breathe.
“What? Why the fuck would you even—? He could’ve—”
He stops talking abruptly as Nancy shakes her head, looking scarily calm about the whole thing.
“No. He would’ve killed you immediately. Not me; he’d have to think about it before he… It was… a calculated risk, I guess.”
Eddie barks out a sharp, fearful laugh—remembers Steve saying that him and Nancy were too similar and thinks yeah, no fucking kidding.
“Wheeler,” he breathes, “that was a stupid move.” It feels inadequate for what he actually means, which is some panicked stream of We’ve come too close to losing people, but the terror cuts down his words, makes them small. Stupid.
“He had a gun,” Nancy says, voice flat. She hovers a hand over her side, and Eddie doesn’t need to see it to know that there’ll be a mark there, from where the gun was pressed into her skin.
“Jesus Christ. Are you—”
“I’m fine. He didn’t…” Nancy sighs. “He didn’t do anything, really. I did most of the talking. Just… drove around. Stopped in a parking lot, right where one of the cracks… It’s still visible, only a little bit. Then I just. I asked him.”
“Asked him what?” Eddie says hoarsely.
Nancy’s smile is grim. “If he believed it,” she says. Her voice is as cold as steel. “If he could honestly sit there and think that a boy, that you could have done all this. And I could tell from his eyes that he didn’t, but that he was in too deep. Too cowardly to…” She seethes, spits out the next words: “I told him he could go rot.”
“Wheeler,” Eddie whispers. “God, please tell me he didn’t hurt you.”
She reaches for his hand. Squeezes. “No. I promise. He’s… everything’s being dealt with. It’s bigger than you,” she says, not unkindly. “Plus there’s—we’ve got some, um.” A tiny smile, a proper one. “Unique resources. It’s getting buried, Eddie, I swear, everything to do with you. I’m—we’re working on it. We just. The idea is to, um, replace one paranoia with another, that’s how we sell the—not a full lie, just…” She sets her jaw. “I don’t want you to be looking over your shoulder, ever again.”
Eddie has countless replies on his tongue, namely, What the fuck does all that even mean?
Is this why he’s hardly been given a second glance in the street?
Out loud, he says, “That… sounds like a helluva lot of work. You—you don’t have to—”
“I needed to.” Nancy smiles weakly. “That was the whole plan, right? Find Vecna, kill him. Clear your name.” Her smile falls. “I don’t like… I don’t like things being left… unfinished.” She sighs, repeats, voice small, “I needed to.”
It sounds different this time. Like if she didn’t have that objective, she’d fall apart.
It throws Eddie. How can he be that important? But he looks in her eyes and can tell she means it with all her heart. 
“Eddie, I…” She looks down at the ground. Briefly presses the back of her hand to her mouth. “I need to apologise to Steve. To you.”
Eddie stares at her. “No, I’m… kinda confident that you don’t.”
“No, you.” Her hand starts to shake in his. “You don’t understand.” She looks at him, eyes filled with tears. “I saw it. I saw everything. When he—when Henry showed me… there was so much of it, and it was so fast, and I. I just convinced myself that I was wrong. But then, when I saw you driving. And Steve. There was… this look on his face. And I knew—I knew he was going to die, because Henry… he showed me what he was going to do.”
Eddie can feel himself pale. Nancy withdraws her hand, turns away from him.
“I’m sorry. I thought I could stop it, if I just kept it in my head, it wouldn’t… oh, God.”
“Wheeler. Wheeler, look at me.” Eddie waits until she does, her face wet. “It wasn’t your fault. None of it.”
She moves forward, trembles in his arms. “God, Eddie,” she says, distraught, “it was awful. The whole thing.”
“Yeah.” Eddie leans his head against hers, shuts his eyes. “Fucking sucked.”
“You wouldn’t stop screaming,” Nancy whispers. She jerks her head over to where Eddie parked Steve’s car. “You fell there, and I—I was so scared you wouldn’t get up again. I told you that you had to let h-him go, and it. It was like you couldn’t hear me, and a-all I could think was I’m going to lose them both.” 
Eddie inhales. Exhales. She’d gotten him out. Time for him to return the favour.
“Nancy. Come on.” He gently guides her to stand up. “Time to go home, ‘kay?”
Mike’s waiting outside when Eddie drives up to the house; the headlights illuminate him, his too short dressing gown, his gangly teenaged vulnerability.
Nancy fumbles with the car door handle. Sighs through a sob. “Oh, Mike.”
Eddie watches them embrace, how they cling to one another. He sees Mike raise his hand while still holding onto his sister, sees him mouth Thank you.
Eddie doesn’t pull away until they’re both safely inside.
The fact that he’s driving Steve’s car helps him keep it together for the rest of the drive: the thought that he cannot be seen in public having a breakdown in it.
And then he’s back at Steve’s, and Steve is still asleep, thank God, and there’s an uncontrollable tremor to his hands when he sets Steve’s car keys on the table.
Shit, is he going to throw up? He might.
Oh no you don’t. You’re not waking Steve by upchucking onto the rug, get it together.
“You’re fine,” Eddie says, tugging harshly on his hair. “You’re fine, you’re fucking fine.”
He forces himself to breathe in and out as the wave of everything crashes over him, until he no longer sees the trailer park flash across his vision, like a ghostly afterimage.
When the worst of it is over, he perches on the arm of the couch, then carefully hovers his hand near Steve’s face, just so he can feel him breathing.
See? He’s right here, you’re not… not back there. Not anymore.
Steve stirs very slightly at the movement.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers, still catching his breath through the remnants of panic.
Steve makes a soft, questioning noise. And then Eddie feels a finger, tracing letters on the back of his hand.
OK?
Eddie smiles tremulously. “Yeah, I-I’m… I am now.”
-
Eddie stays up all night.
It’s not so bad, not when he gets to see Steve wake up for his early morning meds, taken so he can have breakfast with the upcoming dose in a few hours.
“Huh? You’re never…” Steve yawns. His hair is soft from being air dried last night, falling into his eyes. “Never up this early. Not normally.”
“First time for everything,” Eddie says, which is easier than my heart was beating too fast to sleep.
Steve doesn’t call him out on the obvious dodge, still drowsy, growing even more so after he takes the pills.
“You bored? Can put something on if you want, but Dustin might’ve left a… a tape in the, um…”
Oh, there you go, Eddie thinks fondly, and watches as Steve falls asleep mid-sentence.
Some time later, he’s not sure when, the sun starts to poke through the curtains. It’s a dull kind of brightness, but still bright enough to make his eyes blink a little more… and more…
-
He’s been moved to lie on the inside of the couch. Eddie turns his head, feels the warmth of someone next to him. Steve.
“Hi,” Steve says, looking down at him with a smile. “You want some breakfast? Dustin dropped off doughnuts.”
There’s sugar at the corner of Steve’s mouth, like glitter.
Eddie hums, low and lethargic. “Maybe later. Just… mm.” He goes to rub at his eyes, but his hand stills then falls away from his face, a lassitude to his movements. “Five more minutes. Gotta… rest my eyes, just for…”
“Sure,” Steve says, and there’s affection in his teasing when he says, “You go ahead and ‘rest your eyes’ for a few more hours.”
“Mm…”
“Nance called,” Steve says, soft as anything, like he doesn’t want to wake Eddie if he’s already fallen asleep, but still wants him to know. “She’s okay. She says thanks.”
Eddie reaches out, eyes closed, pats Steve’s knee clumsily. “S’good.”
“Yeah,” Steve says, quiet. Eddie can feel him smoothing hair off his forehead, tracing his finger down his nose—makes it impossible for him to even try opening his eyes.
He barely catches it, nearly drifting… But he swears he hears Steve murmur, as if to himself, “You’re so good.”
“You’re warm,” Eddie mumbles without really meaning to.
Steve chuckles, so gently. Keeps stroking that soothing pattern, from Eddie’s brow down to his nose. “Am I now?”
Oh, you don’t know, Eddie thinks, and everything’s fading now, the world going all soft and indistinct, like cotton wool. You don’t know what it was like. I never want to feel you be that cold again.
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blizzardstarx · 8 months ago
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THINKIJG. OF CASSIDY IN SERVSNT OF EVIL. AJD IN MY YARD FIRE AU UHM.
“I ran into a fair maiden with a hair of deep green. Her smile and her voice, to me, were sent from up above. Something moved in my chest; you might even call it love. / But we know all good things must come to an end, it is my queen's orders, that girl must repent. I will grant your wishes, if that's all I live for, so then tell me, my sun, just what causes these rains to pour?”
The fic I wrote of my au, had Garrett be in the placement of Micheala(the whole "plum hair" I gave him, etc etc. visiting the kingdom of the Aftons) & Banica(Gluttony side/the main part for Garrett). And in Evillious Chronicles lore, Allen (I bet) got that "love at first sight" stuff.
The base for Cassidy in Yard Fire is Allen/Nemesis (Vanessa is small half of Rillian & very much more Nemesis).
So, yeah. Ik bit weird. But ages are 👍 (Cassidy is like round 15 or smth. Same with Garrett. Evillious Chronicles has Rillian be QUEEN at 14. So like. Yeah).
Tbh I kinda make memes inside of my head about this yk? "Cassidy's crush was his rebellious stage too"(e.i: going back to the fact that Garreth (his name in the au), basically disabled William?? He ate his hand,, just the fingers but yk. <- where his whole Banica era started👍💥). Cassidy was there for the meeting between William & Garreth, and just.
For most of his years, he's believed that his father can do no harm and nothing bad. Tho, yes he was suspicious about him. But he never asked, and never thought about it again. He's always forgotten (middle child along with CC). So he doesn't think his questions are important.
If he is ever remembered by his father, he's more like a servant then a son. Which he got used to. So seeing his father being accused and then fucking BITTEN, by like. Another boy his age, HIS AGE.
Garreth about to rule his family kingdom, but his wish that he wanted to fulfill was to destroy evil by all means(and I mean that: he is like. In his Banica era- so. Yeag 👍💥).
It's not rlly like..a love at first sight or a crush now that I'm thinking of it. It's more like. Admiration, and wanting to be like Garreth yk?
He does also like. Plan the execution when William gets well (Cassidy is mad about it. Hoped his father got sick. Never Happened. He Angy). But it doesn't really happen as intended??? Garreth gets lured into the kingdom again, and just gets. Slaughtered/stabbed like Ceaser.
And then when Mike gets word of it, it's already days later of the "execution" (William still calls that an execution) of his brother (-figure. Just thought I'd say, that in Yard Fire; Mike & Garrett are related but very much see each other as siblings.. Abby was 1 when this was happening). And Vanessa already ran away, with Cassidy also running away(he ran away the moment he just did what he did. Vanessa was already planning to leave and decided to do it at the same time Garreth died so that was suspicious to Mike).
One post I did say, was on how when Mike first meets Vanessa he tries to kill her..but yk. She lives another day; cuz Mike saw himself in her. A lonely girl, with no one else (or so they thought. Cassidy is trying to find Vanessa. But like. Kinda short story; he gets mistaken for a bear (by a delusional person) when he was so close to reaching the Schmidts & Simmons (Vanessa)'s house. But. Yeah- bro gets mistaken for a bear and then just fucking. Killed)
Ough sorry for talking about this au outta the blue- and having it be. Like. So long I just. 👍 Yard Fire <3 (if you haven't seen the drawings I can tag you in it! It's also basically the 'masterpost' of Yard Fire!)
GARRETH WHAT. DID WHAT TO WILLIAM??? HOLY SHIT
And omg your Yard Fire AU is so interesting!!! I've seen a few drawings but feel free to tag me in them!!
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kyojirokagenuma · 8 months ago
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The Lost Twin Chapter Three
“At least it can’t be worse than last year.”
-Sam Giddings, 9:07 p.m.
  -March 2nd, 2014
Emily Davis was just waking up. She had slept in late that day. It was nearly noon. She yawned, shielding her eyes from the sun shining in on her face through the window. She threw off her blankets, heading for the shower. She passed her phone on the nightstand, which had been set to vibrate all night. After turning the water on, she stripped out of her night clothes and stepped into the tub. Just a short shower to start the day. Her hair didn’t need washing. She let out a long sigh as she felt the hot water rain down like tiny bullets against her skin. After a quick wash, she turned the water off, stepped out, and grabbed a towel. No one was home to see her naked, so she dint even bother wrapping body after drying it off. She still had a towel over her head, rubbing her brown hair, when she stepped back into her room and picked her phone up from the nightstand.
“Ten missed calls? What the hell? Who’s calling me at 3am?” she asked herself, scrolling down the list.
Josh three times. Sam twice. Josh again. Mike twice. Jess twice.
Weird. Did something happen, she thought? She would have to call one of them back and see what was going on. She finished drying her hair and tossed it on the chair in front of her desk as she scrolled through some of the morning news. She was hardly paying attention to them as she passed them by.
“Fuckin’ great, more cold?” she thought with a frown, placing a hand on her bare hip as she passed by the weather. “Politics, boring,” she sighed, combing past a story about the president. Next was something about sports. “I think that’s the team Mike likes. I wonder if he’d like a jersey or something for his bir-.”
BREAKING UPDATE: Miracle on Blackwood Mountain!  Daughter of Hollywood Mogul Found Alive!
Emily froze. Her mind just stopped working for a few seconds. Then her hand began trembling uncontrollably.
“No fucking way,” Emily said out loud, quickly clicking on the article.
She held her phone with both hands, her whole body shaking while she waited for it to load. Of course her internet had to suddenly crash now.
“Fuckin’ come on! Hannah or Beth?”
Suddenly she was shivering, like she had just gotten out of an ice bath instead of a hot shower. Finally, the page loaded. She read the first few lines of the article.
In what can only be described as a miraculous turnabout, the once grim case of the missing Washington twins has had a stunning breakthrough after nearly an entire month, when younger sister Elizabeth was found alive late last night by Blackwood forest rangers.
Underneath the paragraph was a picture of a ragged and injured Beth, a selfie that must have been taken with one of the ranger’s phones. She was smiling.
She was okay.
“Holy fucking shit!” Emily all but screamed. She clicked off the article and flew right over to her contacts.
There was no way Beth still had her working phone after missing a month. Josh was probably busy as hell dealing with all of it.
She called Sam. She picked up on the first ring.
“Emily, finally!” came her excited voice from the inherent end.
“Sam, I just saw the news!” Emily asked while hurrying to her wardrobe. She held the phone between her chin and shoulder as she started to get dressed. “Have you talked to her yet?”
“No, not yet. It’s a media frenzy over here. Only family can get into see her right now. She’s in the hospital. But she’s alive! She’s really alive!”
Emily pulled a pair of jeans on over her underwear. “Jesus Christ, I can’t believe this shit!”
“I know, it doesn’t seem possible.”
“Where are you? Right now?”
“I’m at the hospital. It’s St. Mary’s.”
“I’m on the way.”
“Alright, see you.”
Emily hung up and shoved her phone in her back pocket, then picked a clean bra out from her wardrobe. Once she was finished dressing, she hurried down the stairs and out the door. It took her until she jumped into her car to come to a sudden realization. She stopped, and turned off the car. She just sat there, sitting in her seat for minutes on end. A deep, troubled frown had replaced her once exhilarated expression. She took out her phone again and dialed Sam back.
“Hello?”
“Yeah, it’s me again. I . . . I just had a thought.”
“Yeah?”
“What if Beth doesn’t wanna see me? Or the others? I mean, the whole thing was my idea.”
“Emily, we talked about this. You couldn’t have known what would happen. Yeah, it was mean, but-.”
“Yeah, I know. You told me,” Emily said with a sigh. ”But, but I can’t shake it! I thought it would be funny. I told myself she deserved it for wanting to get with Mike, but don’t know if Beth will see it that way. What if she’s mad at me?”
“Well, she might be at first, but I also think she’ll probably forgive you if she really thinks you’re sorry. She’s not vindictive like that, and I know you’re really sorry.”
“Yeah, I am,” Emily said, her eyes falling. “You’ll tell her I am, right?”
“Of course. It’s your boyfriend that I’d be worried about.”
Emily’s frown deepened. She said nothing.
“He hasn’t changed his tube, huh?” Sam asked, noticing her silence.
“No, he still hasn’t even said sorry to Josh. He says we shouldn’t apologize just cause Hannah overreacted and went nuts. Says it’s her fault.”
“Asshole. No offense, Emily.”
“Whatever,” Emily deflected, not even having the energy to get angry.
“Emily, just come over, okay? We can figure this out when you get here.”
Emily pricked her lip, but nodded. “Yeah, okay,” she said, restarting the car.
“You’ve really surprised me on this Emily. You’re actually pretty sweet when you want to be,” she said in an almost teasing manner.
Emily rolled her eyes. “Okay, okay, cut out. I’ll be there soon.”
She hung up her phone and pulled out onto the road. The hospital was a good half-hour away, right in the heart of LA. Beth must have been doing alright if they transferred her there already. Emily wanted to get there as soon as possible, so she got on the expressway. She was approaching her exit when she got another call. Caller I.D. said Mike. She hit answer and brought it up to her ear.
“Hey babe, you heard about Beth, right? I’m headed there now.”
“Yeah, I heard. That’s, uh, that’s not why I called though. We gotta talk, Em.”
Her car rolled down the exit ramp towards an empty intersection. No one was at the light.
“Well, can it wait? I’m kind of driving to-.”
“Emily, I wanna break up.”
Emily's eyes shot wide. Her mouth fell halfway open just of shock. “What? What did you just say to me?”
“Sorry, Emily, but things just aren’t working out. I asked Jess out today, and she said yes. It’s over between us.”
Emily’s world was suddenly crumbling. Jess was her best friend. Why would she do this?
Emily didn’t even notice the light in front of her turn red, or that she was speeding up. This was about to get loud.
“What the fuck? Are you fucking kidding me? You prick!”
“See, that’s part of the reason we’re breaking up, Emily. You’re also so nasty, even to me.”
Emily was clutching the steering wheel so tight it was hurting her hand. She was flying in that little car now, the speedometer was going wild. Every ounce of blood in her body was burning red hot. “So you ask out my best friend? You fucking, you motherfucker! That’s why she’s been ignoring me! Fuck her! And fuck you! Sam was right about you, you piece of-.”
It took a blaring horn to finally break her focused rage. Her head twisted around to see an eighteen-wheeler on her left, barreling right at her through the intersection. Her heart stopped, her eyes wide.
She pulled the wheel as far right as it could go.
The truck slammed on the breaks.
The semi struck the front of her car. The whole engine block was ripped right out, her BMW torn in half. Emily screamed. Louder than she ever had before. What remained of her vehicle was spinning like a runaway tornado. Emily's head whipped side to side, trapped in spiraling metallic coffin. She caught a glimpse of what looked like a telephone pole as she spun across the intersection.
Emily finally came to more than an hour later. Her eyes fluttered open, her world totally out of joint.
“Emily?”
The voice sounded as if she were underwater. Emily was still swimming, about to break the surface. The light was so close.
“Emily?”
Emily found herself blinded by the light shining down on her from the ceiling. She tried to bring up her arm to shield her eyes, but found it restrained.
“Unhhhh,” she groaned.
“Emily, can you hear me?”
The brown-haired girl turned in the direction of the voice, the woman’s figure slowly coming into focus. A young blonde woman. She looked scared.
“Sam?” Emily finally said, managing to recognize her.
“Thank Christ you’re awake,” Sam sighed, a relieved smile forming.
“What the fuck happened?” she asked weakly, still unaware of her surroundings.
“You ran a stoplight and crashed into a huge truck. That’s what the doctor said anyway. Broke over a dozen bones.”
It was then Emily realized her arm was in a cast. So was her left leg. It was all coming back to her. The pain was coming back to her, and not just from her broken body.
“Oh, fuck. My car?” Emily frowned, already knowing the answer.
“Totaled. They said there was pretty much nothing left of it. You’re lucky to be alive, Emily. You really had never scared.”
A thought suddenly occurred to her. “Wait, is this the hospital Beth is at?”
“How do you think I got here so fast?” Sam snickered. “Don’t tell me you almost killed yourself trying to race to the hospital.”
Emily looked away. “No, that wasn’t it,” she said.
She bit her lip, feeling tears coming on fast. “That son of a bitch.”
“Em? What’s wrong?” Sam asked, tilting her head.
Sam rose from her seat and came closer as Emily began to cry. “H-he broke up with me. Over the phone.”
“What? You mean Mike?” asked a stunned Samantha.
Emily nodded weakly. “He asked out Jessica, who’s supposed to be my best fucking friend, and guess what? She said yes! So yeah, he called me on the road and he dumped me!”
Sam put the pieces together quickly. “He made you so upset you crashed your car?”
Emily said nothing. Sam made fists with her hands.
“What a bastard. I’m so sorry, Em.”
Emily didn’t offer a response, she was just sobbing. Sam looked to the open door, then stood up.
“Em, I’m gonna find a doctor. Tell them you’re awake. I’ll swing by later, okay? After you’ve got some rest.”
Emily managed another nod, but said nothing back. She watched Sam leave with a smile and a wave.
Emily faded back out shortly after.
By the time she woke up again, she had no idea what time it was, but the sky was dark. She had passed out for who knows how long. She lifted her head, looking out into the darkened hall. The was a light on somewhere out there. She didn’t see anyone though. There was a few empty chairs at a reception area outside. The hospital was dead quiet. All she could hear was the fan going from the vent on the ceiling. Must have been pretty late. She turned her head the other direction. just enough for her to barely make out a shrouded figure sitting in the chair. Someone was in there with her? She had a visitor this late?
“Sam? Is that you?”
Suddenly Emily heard the sound of helicopter propellers outside. Must have been someone being airlifted to the hospital. The chopper’s light shined bright overhead, illuminating a small streak across the room. Her visitor’s face was lit up for just a split second. Long enough for Emily to at least spot her dirty, ragged brown hair. Eyes cold and dead. Her once lively olive skin was badly decomposed. She wore a pair of mangled glasses. An unnerving smirk lay painted on her maggot-infested face. She rose to her feet, stepping out into the dim light. 
Emily’s visage twisted with dread. She just kept coming. Emily was immobile. She could do nothing but watch as the dead twin advanced, until she was looming over her hospital bed. A deafening shriek echoed through the emptied halls.
Emily shot upwards in her bed, drenched in sweat. Sudden agony shot through her system from straining her broken body. The brown-haired girl fell back against the bed, groaning and writhing in pain and discomfort. Her eyes darted about the room. It was day now. The next day? Or the same? She wasn’t sure.
“Fuck, was that a dream? Fuck me,” she said, short on breath.
She slumped her head back on her pillow, trying to get a hold of herself. That was new. That had never happened before. She hoped it never would again.
“Christ. What the fuck? That sucked.”
A nurse came to the door, having heard her cries of pain. “Miss Davis, you’re awake again. That’s good,” she said with a smile, coming to her side.
“Yeah, yeah I am,” said a breathless Emily. “What day is it?”
She gave Emily a drink of water before answering. “Friday,”
Emily’s mouth fell open. “D-did I pass out for two days?”
“Yes, you did. Your body needed the rest. Your parents were here yesterday, but you were asleep. Two other women came to check on you. The nice blonde girl, and that woman from upstairs, the missing one they found.”
Emily blinked. “Beth? Beth came to see me?”
“Yes,” said the nurse, fluffing her pillow and doing a few other things Emily wasn’t sure of. Checking all the nonsense that was attached to her no doubt. “Would you like me to tell her you’re awake? She seemed very interested in speaking to you.”
“Uh, yea, sure,” Emily said, an anxious feeling taking over her.
“Okay, I’ll let her know. I’ll go get you some food in the meantime.”
Emily tried her best to relax after the nurse left the room once more. On top of being stabbed in the back by both her best friend and her boyfriend and a victim of a major car accident, now she had nightmares to deal with. Emily sighed in exasperated disbelief.
“Fuck my fucking life.”
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catierambles · 2 years ago
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Fated Ch.8
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Pairing: Walter Marshall x Clara Tunney (OFC)
WC 1845
Warnings: Some stuff that's been mentioned before in other chapters, (mentions of kidnapping, SA, etc) Minors DNI 18+ ONLY
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Now that Walter could see them under good lighting and side by side, he could see the stark similarities in their appearances. They were fraternal twins, of course, but they both had rich black hair and pale skin without a hint of freckle. Mike's eyes were blue instead of brown and he recalled that their father had blue eyes as well whereas Clara got the color of her eyes from her mother.
"So," Walter said, "What're you doing here?"
"Not to bring Clara back to our parents, if that's what you're thinking." Mike said, "I want her to stay as far away from them as she possibly can. Them and Daniel."
"Like me, Mike never bought into me and Daniel being True Mates." Clara said.
"Fuck, look at them together for two seconds and you can see they're not." He said, rolling his eyes. "But mom and dad, and the Marks, they're twisted. Nothing anyone does or says will convince them of it."
"The first time I escaped Daniel and went home, Mike hid me in his apartment until we could figure out what to do next."
"I knew what mom and dad would do, and I wasn't going to let that happen."
"Not that it mattered." Clara said, "They found out anyway, and when they came to get me…" She shook her head.
"Yeah, dad sure did kick my ass."
"I thought he was going to kill you, Mike." She said, "He didn't stop beating you until I told them I would go with them."
"Still can't breathe right through my nose." He said, scrunching it slightly. "And I snore like a motherfucker. You still shouldn't've, though. I could take it."
"And if he had killed you? They still would have given me back to Daniel, only then I would also have your death hanging over me." She said, "No, I did what I had to do to protect my baby brother."
"I'm younger than you by two minutes, Clare-bear."
"Still younger." She said, "So suck it up, buttercup."
"I'm guessing Mike is short for Michael?" Walter asked, making a mental note to dig into him later, and Mike ran his fingers through his hair, grimacing slightly in embarrassment.
"Michelangelo, actually." He said, "Mom was an art history major."
"Little Ninja Turtle." Clara said with a snort and he pushed her shoulder.
"For obvious reasons, I go by Mike." He said and Walter nodded. "Before the po-po here damn near ripped my arm out of the socket, you two looked pretty cozy."
"He's my True Mate, Mike." Clara said and a wide, slow smile spread across his face.
"No shit, really?" He asked and Clara nodded. "Holy shit, Clare-bear!" He picked her up off her feet again in a hug, making her laugh. "We need to tell…everyone! Mom, dad, the Marks, everyone! Fuck, put it in the newspaper or something! Make it Instagram official! Scream it from the rooftops!"
"Down, boy." She said with a laugh and he set her down again.
"I'm sorry, I'm just…goddamn!" He said, "I'm so happy for you, Clara! All the shit you've gone through the last couple years, you deserve this! And Daniel deserves a swift kick in the nuts!” He pulled away from her, digging his phone out of his pocket. “Mind if I call mom and dad? Rub it in their faces?” She looked over at Walter who just shrugged.
“Your call.” He said and she nodded.
“Put it on speaker.” She said and Mike snorted, selecting the contact on his phone and putting it on speaker.
“Michelangelo, where are you?” It was her father who picked up.
“With Clara.” Mike said smugly and there was a beat of silence.
“Where are you.”
“Not going to tell you that, but I will tell you who she’s with.” Mike said, “You know that cop you pointed out and called a bastard? She’s with him. You want to know what else? He’s her True Mate ha!”
“Excuse me?”
“Hi, dad.” Clara said, “Yeah, I’m with Walter, you know him as Lieutenant Marshall, and yeah, he’s my True Mate. Not Daniel.”
“Clara…”
“I don’t want to hear it. I needed help and you gave me back to him.” She said, “Two years, dad. He forced himself on me almost every day for two years.” Walter reached out, taking her hand and she gripped it tightly. “You, mom, the Marks, you all tried to force fate so hard you ended up conning yourselves. You bought your own bullshit and I was tortured because of it.”
“Clara, we were only--”
“Shut up!” Her fingers tightened around his, “It doesn’t matter now. Walter is my True Mate and I’m with him.”
“He’s not one of us, Clara Faye, he can’t be your True Mate. You’re confused.” Her dad said.
“He reacted to my heat cycle.” She said and there was silence.
“He--”
“Picked up on the fact that I was in my heat cycle. I hadn’t gone through one since before Daniel took me, but I went through it about a week ago. It’s over now, obviously, or else he and I would still be bangin’ like bunnies.”
“TMI!” Mike exclaimed and she flipped him off.
“Everything I’ve ever heard about True Mates all agreed on one thing. Only your True Mate would be able to pick up on your cycle. Only your True Mate.” She said, “I don’t know how he was able to, maybe he’s recessive, I don’t know and honestly I don’t care.” They were speaking in terms Walter did not understand, not in the context that they were being spoken.
“You mated with him?”
“Frequently and quite enthusiastically.”
“Are you pregnant, Clara?” Her father asked and Walter looked at her in surprise.
“I don’t know. I haven’t taken a test yet, but you and I both know that even during a heat, it’s not guaranteed, just slightly more likely.”
“Come home, Clara.” Her father said, “If you’re with child, come home.”
“No.”
“Clara, come home. If you are pregnant, we’ll handle it.”
“Handle it?” She asked, “Handle it how?”
“We’ll get rid of that thing growing inside you--”
“Absolutely fucking not.” She said, her hand sliding over her stomach protectively.
“I won’t allow you to carry some mongrels--”
“Allow me?” She asked, “You won’t allow me? Fuck you! Walter already told you that if you ever came near me, or tried to find me, he’d throw you in a cell.” She stopped, taking a deep breath. “Listen, Mike called you to rub it in your faces that you were wrong and mission accomplished. I found my True Mate, dad, and it wasn’t Daniel. Do you hear me? It’s not Daniel. I never want to see or hear from you or mom ever again.” Reaching over, she ended the call and Mike blocked the number as well as another.
“Clara?” Walter asked, “Are you pregnant?”
“I don’t know.” She said again, “I’d have to take a test like everyone else.”
“Like everyone else.” He repeated, “Clara, you mentioned heat cycles. Your father said I wasn’t “one of you”. What did he mean?”
“You didn’t tell him?” Mike asked, looking at her in surprise.
“It’s not something I can ease into a conversation, Mike!” She said and turned to Walter, tugging on his hand. “Come on, we need to have an overdue conversation.”
Walter was very quiet after she finished speaking, looking down at his hands.
“So, you’re what?” He asked, looking over at her sitting on the bed next to him. “A werewolf?”
“Ehhh not technically?” She said, “We’re not tied to any kind of lunar cycle and can shift whenever we want, or not at all.”
“I see.” He said, staring back down at his hands. “And you think, because I reacted to your…heat cycle, that I’m one too?”
“Possibly? Probably.” She said, “Normal humans wouldn’t have been able to pick up on it. Like I told my dad, you’re probably recessive. It’s a gene, like blue eyes or blonde hair. Someone way back in your family may have had the ability and it carried over, even if the ability itself didn’t.”
“Oh.”
“Do you want me to go?” She asked and he looked over at her quickly.
“No.” He said immediately. “It’s just…a lot to process.”
“I know.” She said, her hand sliding over his and his fingers curled around it.
“How come you didn’t…shift to get away from Daniel?”
“I tried.” She admitted, “But he would always shift too and hold me down by the neck until I shifted back. He’s so much larger than I am that there wasn’t much I could do.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but stopped with a sigh.
“Clara?”
“There were a couple of times when he was holding me down with his teeth around my throat that I thought about leaning into it and pulling away, making him rip my throat open. I wanted to die and I wanted my blood on his hands. Or teeth, rather.” She said, “I always stopped myself, though. Never went through with it.” He reached up to slide his fingers into her hair, pulling her in even as he leaned into her, kissing her softly. “Do you want to see it?”
“See what?” He asked.
“My wolf. Do you want to see it?” He thought for a moment before nodding and she gave him a small smile, standing from the bed.
“The transformation is kind of…graphic, so I’ll do it in the bathroom so I don’t traumatize you.” She said and he turned on the bed, pulling his legs under him as she walked into the bathroom and out of sight. He didn’t hear anything for a long moment before a massive black wolf walked out of the bathroom, going around the bed, and sitting down in front of him. Its eyes were a warm amber and they stared at each other for a moment before he reached up, running a hand over her head. She moved into him with a sigh, her eyes closing as she leaned into his touch. It stirred something inside him seeing her like this and he held her head in his hands, leaning forward and touching her head with his, his eyes closing.
“Hey, are you guys naked?” Mike asked, but pushed into the room anyway, stopping as they looked at him. He saw Clara in her wolf form and a slow smile pulled across his face. “One second!” He ran from the room but then Walter heard paws thundering down the hallway a moment later, a large black wolf with piercing blue eyes bounding into the room. He went to her, sitting down next to her and she looked at him in question. His paw raised slowly and he smacked her on the muzzle, pressing his nose into her ear and snorting before taking off, just barely being missed by her teeth as she snapped at him with a snarl. She chased after him, running from the room and down the hall.
Siblings.
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asquinate · 2 years ago
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Okay but like I've seen a lot of the past byler meets current party but- may I introduce you to future byler meets current party?
This cannot be real, Mike thought as he looked ahead at the mirror in front of him. He raised a hand to run through his straightened curls with a horrified expression.
What happened? What is this? This has to be some sort of insane fever dream. Yeah, that makes sense. He and Will went to that new Indian place last night; maybe he got some kind of food poisoning or something. That explains this weird hallucination of being 15 years old again and in his parent's old house instead of his own.
“MIKE! Hurry up, we have a meeting with the party in 20 minutes, and I'm not waiting for you to get your ass out of the bathroom!” He heard a voice sounding familiar through the wall, but he couldn't place it. He pulled open the door to see, holy shit-
“Nancy?!” He gasped at the younger version of his sister. She turned around from where she was walking down the stairs and looked at him with an annoyed expression.
“What, Mike? I don't have time to deal with any stupid bullshit you're trying to pull on me right now-”
“Holy shit,” he mumbled quietly to himself, gaping at her. She looked so different from when he had last seen her a month or so ago. Her hair was short around her shoulders, contrary to the long hair she usually wore in a ponytail. Her style had returned to that of high school—or perhaps college—god, what year was it? He can't be imagining this, can he? It's like a terrifyingly accurate flashback.
“Nancy, I need to ask you something incredibly important, and I need you to answer honestly.”
“Mike? Why are you acting so weird? It's not funny; we have shit we need to do, y’know?” She said briskly.
"Nancy, what year is it?” She paused, looking at him in confusion, and he sighed, "Nancy, what's the year? Because last I checked, it was 2018-”
“2018? What the hell are you talking about, Mike? It's 1986?”
“Fuck.” He sighed as he went over to the nearest wall and began to bang his head against it repeatedly.
“What the hell- Mike?!”
Why can't he just live his life in peace?
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showfallmediamaintenance · 11 months ago
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[Video transcript begin.]
[The recording starts off facing a door from someone's shirt pocket. A metal hand is raised, ready to knock.]
?: [Quietly.] Alright, Mmmmman. [It is clear they were about to say something else.] You can do this. Just… knock.
[Voice identified: Edgar.]
[He knocks quickly, and the door swings open seconds later.]
?: HEY!
[Voice registered, awaiting name…]
[The person who answers the door has brown hair and hazel eyes, similar to Edgar. He looks ecstatic.]
E: JAMES! How have you been!?
[Name registered. Applying…]
J: WE’VE BEEN GOOD! Come in! I’ll shout for the others!
[Edgar is ushered in, and immediately there is a blur approaching him.]
E: GAH–
[The blur slams into him, sending him toppling to the floor. He starts coughing, and the blur stands, revealing themselves to be a short little girl with brown hair tied in pigtails. She pouts at Edgar.]
?: Where have you been! I missed you!
[Voice registered, awaiting name…]
E: Shit, I… I’m sorry, Lily. I’ve missed you too.
[Name registered. Applying…]
[Two more people approach, one with green and red dyed hair, and another with ginger hair. They both offer Edgar their hands, and he is pulled up. He turns to the person with orange hair first.]
E: Hi, Maxine.
[Name registered. Applying…]
M: Hey there.
[Maxine pulls him into a hug, Edgar can be seen somewhat tensing up. As soon as he pulls away, he turns to the other.]
E: Hello, Alex.
[Name registered. Applying…]
[Another hug. As soon as Edgar pulls away, Maxine looks him up and down fully.]
M: Mike… what happened to you…?
E: [Clearing his throat as he bounces back and forth on his feet.] It’s uh… Edgar. I remembered my name. And… It's a long story. But! I’m so happy to see you all again! It’s been too long!
Al: I– you remembered? How much?
J: Shit! I forgot to mention that! He– damn it. Ness told me and–
Al: James, shut. We need to catch up.
E: Before we do that, I– you guys have all grown so much! Especially you, Lily! You’re so much taller now!
L: Thank you! You look, uh. Um.
E: Different? Yeah, I… I know. Let’s go sit down.
[Edgar, along with the rest of the group, move to the couch.]
M: First off, Mi– Edgar. Sorry. Um… what the hell is up with the arm?
E: Oh, you mean Adam?
Al: You… named your prosthetic?
E: Well… he helped.
Al: Wh–
[The arm quickly detaches and jumps over to the coffee table. Startling everyone except Lily, who immediately picks him up.]
M: LILY! PUT THAT DOWN!
E: He’s harmless. Most he’ll do is–
?: Do you have a. Microwave.
[Voice identified: Adam.]
L: Yes! We do! [Lily gets up and runs away.]
E: That… uh, now that she’s out of the room… I can do a little more explaining.
M: Perf, uh… okay. Those bite marks. Who did that to you…?
[Edgar shifts uncomfortably in his spot, considering his answer.]
E: That… requires a bit of context. So… do you remember hearing about a new show called, er… ‘The Mechanics Lament’?
J: Yes…? I– oh. Oh god. Don’t tell me they–
E: Yep. That was me.
Al: And that other show being advertised?
E: Mhm. I… I’ll tell you all what happened in greater detail someday. Or… you could also just read through my stupid Tumblr. That’s an option.
M: … huh. I… I guess I’ll do that.
E: But, uh… yeah. No. These are from me. I got locked in a, uh… closet full of corpses. I had to, uh… eat. Them. And myself. I… saw Micah’s body. I–
[Multiple gasps are heard.]
M: YOU HAD TO WHAT!?
Al: THAT’S SO AWFUL, DAD– I– SHIT. SORRY.
J: Holy fucking shit, Edgar. I… that’s so messed up.
E: Uh, I… don’t worry about it, I’m… I’m alright. There’s a lot worse things that happened that I’ll tell you about some other time.
[A moment of silence.]
E: Um… what have you guys been up to?
M: Well, we–
[Phone battery depleted. Ending transcript.]
[Transcript end.]
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digestionsack · 2 years ago
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Franz Ferdinand on Mike’s Playlist—Y’all This is Too Funny, They Need to Stop
Okay, remember how in my Mike’s playlist analysis posts I said that “Be Afraid” by Franz Ferdinand stumped me? Yeah, so I revisited it today and…
Wow.
Okay.
So, first of all, I don’t know how I didn’t get this before, but even though there are barely any lyrics, saying that the lyrics foreshadow Mike getting Vecna’d isn’t too much of a stretch. Here they are:
“Don't be afraid if you hear voices/Feel the sweet air spoken upon you/Dream again/Sometimes the sound of a thousand whispers”
We’ve talked about this before, but I’ll rehash it in my own words for the sake of context. “Hearing voices” could easily align with the Vecna visions, “dream” is a motif we see used on the playlist that I am currently going through (almost finished!) to reference hallucinogenics (a metaphor for Vecna’s visions) and generally a theme of “things aren’t what they seem.”
So yeah, I’d say these lyrics foreshadow Mike’s eventual Vecnafication. However, it’s still kind of vague on what will be the result of that Vecnafication, and the fact that this song is so short…kind of wigs me out. I think death for S5 Mike is fairly likely, considering the lyrics I’ve analyzed on this playlist and the death tags you all have found. However, whether or not he’ll come back has been left kind of vague…freaky. I personally think that he will, but this still scares me.
I honestly should have stuck this right on the “Holy Shit” list—not because of the song, but because of the artist.
Well…sort of. When I first went back to revisit this song, I was only looking for the lyrics to THIS PARTICULAR SONG. And the lyrics did provide a lot of information. But the real meat of why this song choice is currently blowing my mind is not because of the lyrics, but because of the other songs the artist has created. Lemme give you a list. There are…several interesting ones.
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“Lucid Dreams (2009)”
“Michael (2004)”
Miss me with that shit. Please.
Now, the fact that these songs are next to each other is due to alphabetization and not symbolic meaning left for Stranger Things fans, but I just think that little detail is neat.
And…HOW can we say that Franz Ferdinand having a song called “Michael” and then a song by that artist being on his playlist is a coincidence? Answer: WE CAN’T. BECAUSE IT’S NOT. And an artist who has also given us song name gems such as:
“Lucid Dreams”
“Always Ascending”
“Demagogue”
“Dream Again”
“Evil Eye”
And more.
Seriously? You expect me to believe that the creators didn’t see this? The Duffers? The Running-Up-That-Hill-can-be-abbreviated-to-RUTH-and-so-the-Nina-Project-will-be-in-Ruth-Nevada-and-the-fake-name-Nancy-uses-to-talk-to-Creel-right-before-she-and-Robin-realize-that-music-can-help-Max-will-be-Ruth-as-well Duffers?
Yeah. No.
BUT. FRIENDS. THIS ISN’T EVEN THE FUNNIEST PART.
“So,” you say, “there’s a song called ‘Michael.’ Interesting, but all in all, big whoop. Unless the lyrics say something interesting, we can’t really use this.”
DON’T WORRY, MY FRIENDS. INTERESTING LYRICS COMING YOUR WAY.
…sort of. The lyrics aren’t exactly too appropriate, and I don’t know where your guy’s comfort level is at, so I’ll just link them here. If you don’t feel comfortable reading the lyrics, here’s a summary from Wikipedia:
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In short: It’s super gay.
Like, no beating around the bush here. No inexplicit subtext that can be twisted about. This song is almost SMALLTOWN BOY LEVELS OF GAY. (Although, that’s up to your personal opinion.)
Gee, guys, I just…*takes off tin foil hat to run hand through hair* I just don’t know. Am I crazy? Delusional? Loosing my marbles? I mean, could it just be a coincidence that the very last song of Mike’s playlist happened to be both foreshadowing his Vecnafication in S5 AND created by an artist that also had a song that literally shared his name that, objectively, reaches almost “Smalltown Boy” levels of gayness? Am I crazy? Or does this mean something…
You decide.
Again, at this point, someone may have pointed this out already. Like, probably back in 2017. I know I’m late to the playlist party. But this song is just way too much.
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love-fireflysong · 2 years ago
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Welp, finally got to play Until Dawn: Rush of Blood last night, and honesty guys? It was such a fun game holy shit. Only took me a little over 2 hours to beat the game, and I totally would have started over and hunted for my missing trophies (cause I have a problem lol) and ‘skittles’ if it wasn’t for the fact that I can only use the vr headset for ~3 hours before it gives me a headache 😢
As expected though, game was chock full of all sorts of ud easter eggs and every time I entered an area of a level and recognized exactly where in the game I was supposed to be or I recognized character models that were being reused I got super giggly. Like you wouldn’t believe the amount of times I blew kisses when ever the psycho entered the scene to try and scare/terrorize me...even when Psycho!Josh was being a complete dick and kept killing me like ten times with his stupid axe as all those Matt’s in clown masks kept throwing molotovs at me lol.
Speaking of Josh, you even kinda sorta play as him maybe? Cause when I looked down to see if I even had a body or if I was just a pair of floating arms with guns, I was 100% wearing Josh’s overalls. Which is interesting, cause during the moments after levels when I’m sitting in a chair in the sanitorium I don’t have a body at all so they really didn’t need to go through all that work imo.
And obviously, they reused character models as previously hinted at by clown mask wearing Matt’s throwing molotov cocktails at me. Got to see all the boys in fact! Whether they were Chris, Cabin!Mike, Sanitorium!Mike, Matt, Regular!Josh, Psycho!Josh, and even Fiddler hilariously enough, they just coming at me in all forms. From wearing clown or pig masks to just being plain ass zombies, they were intent on killing me let me tell you. Sadly, though none of the girls made an appearance 😔 (which is a shame cause I totally think would have loved multiple Ashley’s in a clown mask of her own trying to stab me with scissors, it’s what she would have deserved imo) They didn’t even make little cameo’s as body’s on hooks in the mines like the rest of the guys did for some reason. Closest I got to seeing any of the girls was in the second level, and that’s just because a portion of it has all the doll’s that Josh set up in the dollhouse so I kept seeing their respective dolls over and over again.
The only girls that made any sort of appearance were Hannah and Beth (mostly Hannah obvs lol), and that was mostly for jump scare and horror reasons due to being dead and all. Though for some reason Hannah was wearing a bow in her hair?
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(Like don’t get me wrong, even being totally dead and decaying she is rocking that hair bow let’s be real. It’s just such an odd choice, and I have no idea why they felt the need to add that to the character model?)
But seriously, if any of you ever have a chance to play this, I really REALLY suggest you give it a go. It’s a super short game but was so fucking fun oh my god.
Cannot wait to give it another run through tonight!
#until dawn#rush of blood#and if for some reason any of you happen to be visiting my area of the world i WILL be forcing you to at least try a level or two lol#the demo of it i played back in august when i was staying at my sisters was just the second level by the way#which makes sense cause it was not only by far the shortest level#but the first level itself if half a shooting tutorial in a carnival before some minor parts in the lodge#whereas the second is basement saw rooms dolls everywhere and lots of pigs#so huge amounts of ud call backs and easter eggs#reason the first half of the first level takes place in a carnival though is because the guy that 'accompanies' you#is larry fessenden as a carny lol#so becomes more and more bloody and unhinged as you go on so that was fun#felt bad every time i got a new highscore though cause i kept knocking ashley off the leader board#im sorry baby please dont hate me 😭#only reason you had scores that low anyways was because you were too scared and jumpy to play properly#absolutely would have creamed everyone else otherwise lol#that being said i do not accept josh having the second highest score#boy is absolutely dogshit at video games and i can not be convinced otherwise sdjfjsdhfhsd#though i will accept the fact that emily got the fourth highest into my headcannon#girl is insane at shooters but would die before letting absolutely anyone else find that out lmao#though bob washington not only being included on that list but getting the coveted first spot#is frankly both hilarious and the weirdest inclusion they could have chosen ajkdhakjhsd
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tellthemeerkatsitsfine · 2 years ago
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I posted 1,562 times in 2022
That's 113 more posts than 2021!
985 posts created (63%)
577 posts reblogged (37%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@tellthemeerkatsitsfine
@running-in-the-dark
@properverse
@lastweeksshirttonight
@gotta-get-back-to-hatchetfield
I tagged 39 of my posts in 2022
#youtube - 24 posts
#tw: alcohol - 10 posts
#tw: death - 3 posts
#i normally don't reblog posts unless i have something to add to them - 1 post
#but this is incredibly fucking funny and nothing i say will make it funnier - 1 post
#i just want to reblog it so more people see the funny post - 1 post
#god i know so many people like this and the parody is excellent - 1 post
#tw: alcohol mention - 1 post
#it's clear that i'm joking about all of this right? - 1 post
#i do not know what has ever happened in jason manford's personal life but i'm pretty sure its trajectory was not altered by fanfiction - 1 post
Longest Tag: 134 characters
#i do not know what has ever happened in jason manford's personal life but i'm pretty sure its trajectory was not altered by fanfiction
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Holy shit. Where are the baby comedians going to go now as a stepping stone between the stand-up circuit and the rest of TV? (That’s sort of a joke, but seriously, I feel like the stepping stone is an important part of the landscape.)
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#4
One thing I enjoy about Britcom Tumblr is there are a few blogs that are just dedicated to people’s obsession with Tim Key, and they all reblog the same posts from each other. Every once in a while I’ll open this website and my feed will be flooded with pictures and videos of Tim Key in different situations. I see Tim Key doing livestreams, Tim Key at sports games, Tim Key in obscure sitcoms, Tim Key from like 2006 at a comedy club. It just means the Tim Key blogs have decided to be active today, I guess it’s Tim Key Monday.
To be clear, I’m being completely sincere when I say I enjoy this. Tim Key Mondays are a lovely perk of this site.
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#3
“Prince Philip died, which is a tragedy if you don’t know a single thing about him.” – John Oliver, April 2021
“Obviously, we need to start with the UK, which is clearly still reeling from the shocking death of a 96-year-old woman from natural causes.” – John Oliver, September 2022
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You know when you’re just minding your own business, watching a TV show that features people you’re expecting to see, and suddenly a guest appearance comes out of nowhere and just punches you in the face because you had no idea that person would show up?
Well I’ve just been minding my own business watching Josh Widdicombe’s sitcom, and guess who’s just walked into the episode as Ellis James’ cousin?
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You’ve seen moustache-ed Mike Wozniak. You’ve seen those weird rare pictures and that one episode of Man Down with clean-shaved Mike Wozniak. But have you seen... Mike Wozniak with full facial hair? Because I fucking hadn’t, until I was physically assaulted by this guest appearance.
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ao3feed-byler2 · 2 years ago
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babe for the weekend
by lynxx224
Holy shit, Mike is a mess. Will looks great, though. His shoulders have filled out, obviously, and his hair is longer, but it’s parted differently, which was a great idea, Mike thinks. Will looks amazing, he has a great job, he’s probably flourishing, and fuck, Mike never should have left. He should’ve stayed in tiny, suffocating Hawkins if it meant that he could have kept his life with Will. He had tried to tell himself that he wouldn't think too much about their short-lived relationship, but Will had meant the world to 17-year-old Mike. If Mike had stayed, Will would still mean the world to him.
Unfortunately, because Mike is a stupid, awkward, embarrassment-of-a-person, he keeps staring at Will, and Will catches his eye. Mike chokes on his punch.
or mike and will reconnect after mike runs away to new york (based on 'tis the damn season by taylor swift)
Words: 5719, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Will Byers, Mike Wheeler, Holly Wheeler, Karen Wheeler
Relationships: Will Byers/Mike Wheeler
Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe, as in like the upside down doesnt exist, but its still in the 80s, i think, Mike Wheeler Gets a Hug, Will Byers Gets a Hug, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Making Out, Yippee, Drinking, i wanna say implied sexual content, but its not really, its complicated, i will tag anyway just in case, Implied Sexual Content, its up to interpretation basically, Getting Back Together, Title from a Taylor Swift Song, Based on a Taylor Swift Song, i think thats it
from AO3 works tagged 'Will Byers/Mike Wheeler' https://ift.tt/Wewcgji
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wayward-sherlock · 2 years ago
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miscellaneous:
✨bad idea! - practice kissing, chaos, fluff - currently posting
✨will taking a peek at el’s ‘mike’ box - “why don’t boys flirt with me instead of girls?!” - love sick/california!will character study
✨mike learns that will almost didn’t make it back from the UD - mike character study
✨max character study - pre s4
✨mike pinning will/vice versa against a wall to hide from something in the UD
✨mike and will sharing a hotel room on the way to hawkins bc jonathan and argyle are falling asleep at the wheel/sneaking some of argyle’s purple palm tree delight
✨will goes to steve for relationship advice, steve tells him to give them the cold shoulder…mike can’t handle when will is distant from him
✨mike’s own “dear billy”/suicide letter storyline - posted
✨apocalypse where mike’s hair grows out super long but the front is too short to put in a ponytail so will has to give him a haircut
✨mike having his long hair down but it messes w him so nancy gives him a hairtie and teaches him how to put it up and will just *stares*
✨“i don’t know how to live without you”
✨mike hiding in his memories and will finds him sitting on the couch in his basement on october 31, 1984. mike tells will “this is the first time i ever told you i loved you”
✨party time capsule they open after graduation
✨will has to do an assignment where he paints a portrait from a live model, and he convinces mike to be his model, but mike hates staying still so he keeps demanding that will give him a kiss like every three minutes or else he’ll move, so will keeps having to get up from his easel every time mike says “kiss”
✨mike: “have you ever…been in love?”
✨mike holding will after lonnie yells at him at a sleepover
✨based off of this post
✨based off of this post by my bestie @booksandpaperss
✨based off of these tags
✨based off of this post (PLEASE)
✨based off of this post !!!
aus:
🫧coffee shop au :)
🫧college/roommate au!!
🫧spider byler
🫧to all the boys i’ve loved before
🫧hunger games - shit maybe vecna is president snow? holy shit some of the higher district kids can have powers, will and mike don’t, but mike gets hurt and it brings out will’s powers? ehehe
🫧luca
🫧grease
🫧heartstopper au - small snippets of scenes, especially the party, the snow scene, and the rain confession
mike wheeler vs am i gay? quiz:
🏳️‍🌈mike takes a quiz when he’s having a full on proper gay crisis - he runs to will’s house in the middle of the night to tell will his results…and then it fully clicks why he ran to will first - posted
🏳️‍🌈the party is bored at a sleepover and everyone decides to take am i gay quizzes…mike somehow gets like 80% gay and proceeds to freak out about it
holiday:
❄️dash and lily au
❄️‘tis the damn season (taylor swift) - byler nostalgia :(
❄️same old lang syne (dan fogelberg) - mike and will stop talking when they move away to college, leaving a lot of feelings unsaid. they meet up again in hawkins general store, and talk.
❄️this post
song fics:
🎶losing face (wilbur soot) - jealous!mike, mini character study
🎶i know the end (phoebe bridgers) - stranger things in general
🎶garden song (phoebe bridgers) - byler nostalgia :(
🎶all the lonely nights in your life (american pleasure club) - unrequited love
🎶killing me softly (fugees) - will reading all of mike’s unsent letters
🎶the last man on earth (wolf alice) - angst :(
🎶if i die young (the band perry) - will doesn’t make it out of the UD
🎶i will survive (gloria gaynor) - el character study
🎶carry on wayward son (kansas) - someone gets vecna’d
🎶the night we met (lord huron) - angst :(
🎶wasteland, baby! (hozier) - falling in love in the apocalypse
🎶as the world caves in (matt maltese) - falling in love in the apocalypse
🎶savior complex (phoebe bridgers) - OMG THIS IS SO BYLER PLS especially the beginning
🎶bloom (the paper kites) - fluff!! disgustingly cute fluff
🎶ramblings of a lunatic (bears in trees) - mike gets writer’s block after will moves away and gets really sad about it
🎶friday i’m in love (the cure/phoebe bridgers) - after will’s first date w mike he can’t stop singing this. it’s driving joyce and jonathan and el up the walls. seriously.
🎶love song (tesla) - lovesick!will :(
🎶make you miss me (sam hunt) - mike writing letters he’s never gonna mail
🎶total eclipse of the heart (bonnie tyler) - s5 canon compliant kiss
🎶how to save a life (the fray) - s5 byler fight (PLEASE)
🎶achilles come down (gang of youths) - byler getting vecna’d (OH MY GOD ITS SO PERFECT)
first kiss aus:
💕interrupted kiss that leads to tension, then potentially byler that can’t keep their hands off of each other and run off to make out at really inconvenient times
💕“what if we sneak off in the middle of a party and have our first kiss and we’re both gay” trope
💕mike seeing will’s scars/burn marks, and becoming entranced and just. hurt/comfort. - posted
hey guys :) here’s a master list of fic ideas i have/want to write some day. if it doesn’t make much sense,,,sorry, it’s how my brain works. i’ll try to organize it more later + update it w links and things as i write more but…here goes nothing
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fxllfaiiry · 2 years ago
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⋆ ★ 𝐑𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝
➺ Requested: yes/no
➺ Robin Buckley x reader
➺ Word count: 600+
➺ Summary: the title says it all
➺ Warnings: swearing & a few suggestive lines
➺ a/n: since this was my first time writing please be nice, and please excuse my grammar English is not my first language
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➔ Robin with a tall girlfriend would be so cute <3
➔ When you guys first meet Robin would be in awe of how tall you are, Robins 5’8 so she's pretty tall herself
➔ She would have to look up to talk to you and would stutter a lot (we’ve seen how she is with Nancy I mean c’mon)
➔ She would blush a lot while talking to you (you thought it was the cutest thing ever)
➔ While cuddling she would always be the little spoon
➔ Likes to snuggle up to your neck and place lil kisses there
➔ Loves to snuggle up to your boobs
➔ Likes to listen to your heartbeat while falling asleep 🥺
➔ Also tracing your back while falling asleep
➔ Has to stand awkwardly on her tiptoes to kiss you (depends on how tall you are)
➔ Kissies with her are heavenly
➔ Hugging each other from the back >>>
➔ You usually smell her hair while hugging her
➔ “Watcha doing pretty girl?”
➔ “Smelling your lovely hair robs <3”
➔ Piggyback rides all the time
➔ Would jump on you in the middle of nowhere (you would catch her…most of the time)
➔ Forehead kisses 💕
➔ You would randomly walk up to her and leave a lil kissy on her forehead (she would blush furiously afterwards)
➔ Randomly picking her up and spinning her around
➔ “y/n put me down!” Robbin giggled
➔ You call her nicknames like pipsqueak, mouse, shortcake, & peanut as a joke
➔ She gets extremely annoyed sometimes
➔ “y/n, I’m not that short”
➔ “You are to me my little peanut” (all while making lil kisses noises to annoy her even more)
➔ I can see her calling you giraffe as a joke (but then the name kinda just sticks with you)
➔ in conversations I can see her going
➔ “Hm yep my giraffe can pick the kids up”
➔ And Steves just like: “Your WHAT???”
➔ She would make grabby hands to demand for kisses <3 (I can imagine her doing this ok)
➔ Would love to compare hand sizes
➔ “Holy shit your hands are fucking huge pretty girl”
➔ Those hands will do many other things too 😏
➔ Would hug you anytime & anywhere
➔ “Baby I love your hugs, but maybe we can hug after I’m done brushing my teeth?”
➔ She's just like nope, and just carry’s on hugging you (your heart melted inside)
➔ When you get jealous she finds it adorable
➔ “Aw, was my little giraffe jealous of me talking to Vickie”
➔ “No I wasn't, and I’m not little,” you said while pouting
➔ “ Don’t be jealous, I love you” she said kissing you after every word
➔ “Also you look hot when you’re jealous”
➔ “Robs!”
➔ Steve would love to tease her
➔ “Aw is little pipsqueak missing her baby”
➔ “Shut it Harrington” (again she was blushing hard, we know)
➔ If you were having a bad day she would cuddle up to your chest and place lil kisses there
➔ She would also let you be the little spoon
➔ If she was having a bad day you would play with her hair while softly kissing her forehead
➔ All the kids would adore you
➔ Max & Will being the closest to you
➔ Will coming to you for advice about Mike
➔ & Max teaching you to ride the skateboard (though the height difference made it a little bit harder)
➔ You being close with Eddie, Steve & Nancy as well
➔ Eddie & you hitting it off immediately, him being your annoying older brother
➔ You shit talking with Nancy
➔ You & Steve annoying Robin
➔ You all would gather for movie nights together
➔ Everyone teasing Robin for the way she acts whenever you’re around
➔ And how she's shorter compared to you
➔ You two would be the cool wine aunts
➔ Overall, y’all would be the cutest couple ever, she would absolutely love your height.
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ghostdaichi · 2 years ago
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My Kids Think I’m the Cooler DM
Eddie x Reader
In which Lucas, Dustin, and Mike tell Eddie they can’t play in a spur of the moment Hellfire session because their first ever DM was back home from college.
(AN. Fem. Aligned use of the words “girl” and “lady” Pretty much self indulgent, I am a DM myself so having a who’s the better Dungeon Master fight seems fun; no warnings other than cursing)
Requests are open!
(Not my gif)
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“Sorry Eddie we can’t play tonight, it was too short notice.”
“Sinclair you are already on my shit list for missing the beginning of last week’s session because of your stupid laundry basket game.” Eddie slams his hands down on the lunch table, making all three of the freshmen jump.
“Seriously it won’t happen again, it’s just-“
Mike was quickly cut off by Dustin, the only one who knows he can diffuse the situation.
“It’s just that our old DM is coming into town and we only ever get to play this campaign like twice a year!”
“Is this that Byers kid you were telling me about?” Eddie seemed to be calming down more, he knows how hard planning outside sessions can be.
“Oh no, this is the person that taught Will everything he knows!” Mike responds, nudging Lucas to talk the former game master up.
“Yeah Chaos is totally awesome Eddie!” He paused before looking at Dustin, “I grant you this one pass, on account of I brought up the session today” The boys began to cheer before Eddie cut them off once again. “And, I will be making an appearance tonight to meet this so called ‘Chaos’.”
The boys didn’t exactly tell their old DM that Eddie was going to be there. They knew you’d be apprehensive to meeting him, even more so seeing you run your game. There have been times in the past where players, specifically male players, judged you for being a DM. So you weren’t too keen on letting people into your group. They knew you would say no if they had asked you if Eddie could watch so it was just better for them to ask forgiveness.
The time had finally come. You were back home in Hawkins for about a week due to spring break. It has been almost a year since your last session and you wanted to make it the best possible. Your parents had let you deck out the basement completely as your D&D room so there was full ambience. You took red, purple, and gold scarves and put them over lamps to create colored lighting, the foam setting was intricately built in the middle of your giant game table, and the snack table was covered with pizza, drinks, and any other snacks teens would die for. You were proud of the work you’ve done over the past few years, it was actually starting to look like an actual dungeon.
The sound of loud footsteps shakes you from your thoughts, you look over to the clock and it reads 7 o’clock. As if on cue, your three favorite dipshits come running down the stairs.
“Chaos!” Mike, Lucas, and Dustin nearly tackle you to the ground with a hug. “Holy shit you are all so big now!” It has been about a year in a half since you’ve seen them so it makes sense. You knew that Will had moved to California which was sad because you had taken him under your wing for so long. “I take you all got the letters I sent?” They all nod excitedly. “Great, now my intrepid heroes, go be seated and we will start momentarily.”
Just as you were about to sit down, you hear heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. You were just expecting it to be one of your parents but they were out for the night so it couldn’t possibly be them. The freshmen look at the door, knowing who it was but they looked terrified either way. You put a finger over your mouth as you grab a nearby prop sword. The basement door swings open and you swing the sword. A chorus of screams from everyone as your weapon makes contact with the intruder’s stomach. He doubles over, clutching his midsection. “Ow what the hell!” “Who the hell are you?!”
You’re still pointing your sword when Dustin steps between you and the curly haired guy. “Chaos, this is Eddie Munson, Eddie, this is (Y/n) (L/n) or Chaos.” Dustin turned to you, “he invited himself, I was just about to tell you then he came down the stairs. He’s our current DM, can you please lower your arm?” You put the sword back in its stone and sit down at the head of the table, behind your screen.
“If he must join us, he will keep his mouth shut and watch the session. Maybe he’ll learn a thing or two.” Eddie now realized why the freshmen weren’t as scared of him as people normally are, this lady was terrifying. Though he was immediately drawn into the session before it even started. He was intrigued. As soon as everyone takes their seats, you begin to tell your tale.
Many hours and pizzas later, the session came to a conclusion. The boys were all on the edge of their seats when you started setting up the story for the next session. They all started packing up their things when Eddie approached you.
“That was…incredible! I wasn’t expecting something like that from-“ “A girl?” You cut him off defensively, you thought you know what was coming. “No! I was going to say from someone so hot..I can see why they call you Chaos, that was awesome!” You relax a little, laughing over his sentiments. “I know I’m great, and now I haven’t seen you DM but I’m pretty sure that my kids think I’m a better DM.” “Oh we will have to see about that one. We have a session a few days from now, if you’re brave enough to show.” “I might take you up on that one. May the best DM win.” You smile sticking a hand out for Eddie to shake. “I will see you then, Lady Chaos. Have a good night.” He turns your hand over and brings it to his lips.
Dustin, Lucas, and Mike start snickering and making fun of you two before you both turn and glare at them. “Alright get out of my house.” They all run off, Eddie leaving last and sending you a wink before running up the stairs. Maybe visitors weren’t such a bad thing.
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Part 2 is out now!
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