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[stitchthesewords]

HI I WOULD LIKE EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I ACTUALLY READ THESE CHAPTERS SEVERAL DAYS AGO BEFORE STITCH MADE MAJOR CHANGES TO THEM AND OH MY GOD SHE MADE THEM SO MUCH WORSE THE BOYS JHJKSJKFSJKKJ I AM RATTLING AT MY BARS-

ANYWAY. This was so much better than what I imagined but oh my god. The funny cute banter between Scar and Mumbo that is like barely inches from flirting. The teasing. The little jokes. Scar's fascination with "human stories." His excitement over the most mundane of memories, the minecart ride and the discoveries AND THEN WHAM, HURT!! ANGST!! NO COMFORT!! "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!" AND THE RUNNING AND THE SHEER PANIC OF IT ALL OHHFDSHHAH-

Okay. Okay lemme back it up. Man the cute domesticness at the start, the little signs of Mumbo warming up to Grian (my dear readers that scene originally went very different and as good as the original was I am delighted by the change). I still can't get over the mental imagine of "Scar! :D And Grian :|" but he's warming up and he's becoming fond of the bird boy and aaaaaa I love them and they love each other <3 Helping Mumbo do something as boring and domestic as make item frames and just mmmm <3

"We have guns" YEAH WELL GUESS WHAT SCAR THAT'S NOT GONNA FUCKING HELP-

The minecart ride.... you should totally post the whole thing as an aside on tumblr or something, the long 700-ish word version was very fun :) But you summarized it very nicely here <3 I just love Scar tripping as he gets out and Mumbo ZOOMING over to help him, like honey I think you cut some of Grian's hair there LMAO

Just the whole arguing about the chorus fruit. "I'll go first, no I'LL go first you could get hurt, no ME-" Then Grian just fucking peaces out and immediately injures himself SORRY that SENT me I love them so much. I wonder how Mumbo and Scar react to that. "No I'll go first you're accidEEEGRIAN-"

Grian batting Mumbo away from the flame with his wings and Scar floating his staff away LMAO. Mumbo just Causing Problems On Purpose. Grian and Scar fighting to keep him Away From The Torch and him just being like having no self preservation cares BUT THEN TWO SECONDS LATER JUMPING AWAY WHEN THE TORCH GETS TOO CLOSE ON ACCIDENT LMAO. I'm sorry I love him so much, turns out a wet cat is still a cat indeed-

And Grian getting lost in his memories. Like he was in two places at once, in his head and physically (that is such a mood ngl, me every time I walk across my grandmother's farm jkgfdkj). The concern Mumbo and Scar have about him getting lost in thought and Scar's excitement over him getting a little flash of a mundane little memory aaaaa <3

THE ONES WHO CAME BEFORE I LOVE IT. I mean you know me you know I love a good ancestors and city ruins plot. AN ANCIENT MOB FARM KJFJKSJKFSJK at least they get the idea to dig around it. My god Mumbo's immediate "No you are not building a bridge here" and trying to be Intimidating™ and Firm™ and Scar just looking him dead in the eyes and lighting the torch to send him scuttling back like the wet cat he is under his vampirism HJKFSJLFKJSL I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH also the "I'm not as flammable as Scar says I am" WHY DO I GET THE FEELING YOU ARE LYING MR. JUMBO HUH?? HUH????

Anyway Grian just SEEING the purple light in the distance and knowing it's the Rift and immediately being mesmerized by it, drawn forward. God I want to see that scene from Scar and Mumbo's pov, Grian just running past them and flying and just jkfgkjdkj. AND THEN. THEN THE RIFT????? PUTS HIM IN A MEMORY???? I legit thought for a moment that Grian was remembering his home falling apart and then it just turned out to be an accident and then Mumbo and Scar's voices and words just melded with the memory?? dream?? and he had no idea what was really happening AND ALMOST WALKED STRAIGHT INTO THE RIFT I AM SOOO JKDSJKFJKS

AND SCAR SCREAMING. SCAR REALIZING WHAT'S HAPPENING AND SCREAMING AND GRABBING GRIAN IN POSSIBLY THE MOST PAINFUL WAY SO HE CAN DRAG HIM BACK WHILE THE RIFY TRIES TO EAT GRIAN?!?!?! THE RIFT REACHING OUT FOR THEM AND INJURING THEM??? OR ONE OF THEM IDK HOW MUCH I CAN SAY BC GRIAN IS DISASSOCIATING AND THE FEAR AS HE REALIZES WHAT'S HAPPENED AND THAT THE RIFT LURED HIM IN AND EVERYONE SCREAMING WONDERING WHAT'S HAPPENING AND SCAR YELLING AT MUMBO TO STAY AWAY FROM IT AS HE BODILY DRAGS GRIAN AWAY AND THEY RUN AND DON'T STOP AND THEY JUST RUN AND RUN BECAUSE THEY NEED TO GET AWAY (ARE THEY BEING CHASED TOO??? IF SO BY WHAT SCAR SCRAMBLED AWAY FROM THE HOLE AND MUMBO SEALED IT IMMEDIATELY JKSLK) AND OH MY GOD THEY HAVE CHOSEN THE WORST POSSIBLE OPLACE TO PUT A VAULT-

BUT. The first time, when Grian went through the first time it showed him grassy fields........ it didn't lure him in with a memory/dream IT TEMPTED HIM IN. BUT IT DIDN'T CONSUME HIM THEN. WHAT'S HAPPENING. But god imagine seeing grass and sunlight only to walk through INTO A FUCKING CAVERN. AND THE THOUGHT THAT HE WAS BEING CHASED I AM WONDERING NOW AND I AM. SO FEARFUL. STITCH. S T I T C H. WHAT IS HAPPENIIING EVERY TIME I THINK I KNOW YOU THROW A WRENCH IN IT HHJSDJHJKFSKJ

Anyway so obviously if you could not tell by my unhinged screaming this chapter was amazing and I am DYING holy shit. Thankyou for this it's wonderful <3

HI I WOULD LIKE EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT I HAVE BEEN THREATENED WITH THAT MIDNIGHT UPDATE FOR WEEKS AND IT WAS DESERVED. RATTLE YOUR BARS, YOU CANNOT STOP ME

I am clapping from my glass lil box of emotions though bc have the two of us in our dms last night while we freaked out about each other stories was the most fun I’ve had w writing in ages and genuinely so much joy in my heart. Could not have been a better night. AND YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES I ‘m glad the panic got across. I was typing, VERY fast.

That scene did originally go. Very different. Actually here hold on-

“Well. You don’t have to show us anything then. It’s our vault, and we know you used a chorus fruit to get in. So, we can just do that,” Mumbo said. His tone was a bit colder now and Grian swallowed.

😊 I much much much prefer ‘Grian [neutral]’ I think but man there is something about Mumbo slamming his metaphorical door shut in the original scene too. But also yes the domesticity of storage organization. They’re all so married already its sort of insane.

ITS FINE THEY WERE FINE EVERYTHING’S FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE

I should post the whole minecart scene actually. Not here, I’ll do it later. Shout at me if I don’t do it later klghsdhs But I really love it. I’m like a kid in a candy shop w the redstone mechanics and the minecarts in MC I just. Love. Them. So much. AND YES SCAR TRIPPING which was inspired by the fact that getting into and out of rollercoasters for myself is a fucking time and a half tbh. I love Mumbo using his Vampire powers for like, mundane everyday things like helping scar I am soFT ABOUT IT

Fun fact what you DIDN’T see was the original where Mumbo bit into it – the only reason I changed it is because it was weird having the non-POV character teleport away. The tension of the scene got muddled. Also peacing out w a chorus fruit in the middle of an argument about who should actually use the damn thing seemed like either a very Grian or Scar thing to do anyway sooooo. BUT YES HE JUST. IMMEDIATELY CAREENS ONTO HIS CHIN. Bless his hollow boned ass. They’re all such wet cats.

I picture mumbo as one of those tuxedo cats who just always looks like they are Up To Something. Slinking around. Making a lot of ruckus but then always sitting politely when you go to check on them. Batting at everything and anything. You get the drift. He is. SUCH a wet cat

[Grian would be an orange tabby and Scar would be a tortie, for the record. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.]

One of my favorite like. Bad??? Things?? [Well. Not necessarily always – disassociation and getting lost in your memories can be good for you in certain places for sure] the human brain does is go “Mmm hey there’s this Thing That Happened but instead of thinking about it directly we’re going to make you spiral around it like a bathtub draining and THEN let you remember what it was.” You know? Idk I think it’s a really interesting aspect to like, healing from trauma/how the brain deals with difficult memories. It helps, too, that there’s definitely Weird Magic Things at play too, which is a really interesting way to examine it. IDK one of my favorite aspects of fiction is how we can explode the human condition outwards to utterly ridiculous lengths in order to really peel back the layers of our own experiences and study them and learn from them/how to deal with them. And then the fact that not only is Scar Concerned and Excited but Grian has even attracted Mumbo’s Concern like. Mumbo Jumbo you are not living down the ‘Actually Cares About The Bird’ allegations.

FUN FACT ‘THE ONES WHO CAME BEFORE’ IS SOMETHING I STOLE FROM MY NOVEL- That’s what the people who live in the ‘modern day’ call Human Ancestors [Like, neandertals and homo erectus].  I DO know you love a good ancestor city ruins plot 👀👀👀. I do in fact know this about you. Eyes the recent midnight update. ALSO YEAH ANCIENT MOB FARM DLKGADFG They used to be so much easier to build I miss it. I should go back to alpha for funsies. Also I love mr Wet Cat Jumbo he’s so Scary tm and then he’s not at all in the slightest actually. It’s so funny. Scar has put up with him for so long. TBF He has put up with scar also for so long.

IN HIS DEFENSE, WHICH ONE OF THEM IS LYING TBH. THEY BOTH WOULD CATCH FIRE LIKE MATCHSTICKS LKADFG but also 😊

A little bit of excited to see it again a little bit of lured in. Excited /neg. I guess. Also I too want to see that scene from their POVs so. Uh. We probably will. Rift AU IS self-indulgent first and foremost after all 😊 AND Y E A H I wanted the Rift to get to play with Memories and Dreams in a really funky way for Reasons Revealed Later. I LOOOOOOVE How confusing it turned out to be honest. It is meant to be read as disorienting and not clear when is why is how. BUT THAT SCENE OF HIM ALMOST WALKING IN – I HAVE HAD THAT PLANNED BASICALLY SINCE I STARTED THIS AHHHH

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE PANIC Okay like I didn’t do a lot of description of the room the Rift is in because Grian has got Bigger Fish To Fry and taking time away to describe this MASSIVE PURPLE RIFT IN THE CAVE WALL felt out of place but. Imagine you are Scar. And the Avian you’ve grown fond of who occasionally does work for your lowkey criminal empire is walking towards it and not responding to you screaming his name and you have seconds to act and you GRAB HIM BY HIS WING which is a thing that’s already been shown to be a little bit sensitive [a lotta bit sensitive] and you feel the feathers pull out under your hand but you have to pull him away and as you do TENTACLES OF LIGHT BURST FORTH FROM THE RIFT, REACHING FOR HIM, SEARCHING FOR HIM [their POV is gonna be. Fuked.] AND ITS ALL YOU CAN DO TO GET AWAY BUT THE DAMN THING GRABS ONTO YOU AND YOU CAN FEEL THE SKIN OF YOUR ARM BRUISING AND TEARING AS YOU PULL YOURSELF AND GRIAN AWAY FROM IT I CANNOT BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS SCENE, OKAY? OKAY. AND THEN YOUR BEST FRIEND ALMOST LOVER ISS WATCHING AND ABSOLUTELY TRYING TO GET CLOSER TO HELP BECAUSE, I MEAN, HELLO, AND YOU CANT LET HIM get any closer, you can’t let whatever the hell this is touch him, hurt him, so you start just screaming. And running. Aaaaaugh. AND THE TWO OF YOU ARE RUNNING AND you’ve GOT GRIAN IN YOUR ARMS AND GRIAN IS FUCKING GONE HE’S SOBBING INTO YOUR CHEST AND NECK AND SHOULDER AND YOUR LEGS ALREADY HURT BUT YOU CANT STOP RUNNING AND-- 😊I cannot be normal about this scene okay I CANNOT.

WHAT IS HAPPENING INDEED, MY DEAR BELOVED FRIEND ATHERIX, WHAT IS HAPPENING INDEED.

Thank you for screaming it was a DELIGHT I cannot wait to write the next chapter I am practically vibrating out of my skin about it.

[bahoreal]

Question for fic writers!

[quillium]

Two kinds of comments and replies on ao3:

1.

commentor: nice fic

author replying: Hello you have done me the greatest of services. The kindest of compassions hast been received from thine good hand. May you be blessed into the coming days, for you have blessed me and mine.

2.

commentor: This tore into my ribcage and you hold my still-beating heart in your hands. I loved the thematic strength of this story--the persistent symbolism within is everything, actually. Your characterization was so on point, I adored the specific choices you made to cement not only the dynamics and show the effect on others but also the further the plot in a logical manner--

author replying: lol thx <3

[courfee]

sorry @ all yall to whom i am only now replying 110 days after you left a comment i promise i am trying so hard to be more consistent with this but i am struggling

[obiwanobi]

hiiii! I remember that I used to read a bunch of like headcannons/mini stories on your blog but I can’t seem to find them! Is there anywhere I can go to get access to them! Thanks! <3

I haven't been on tumblr a lot in these past months so you will have to excuse me for such a long delay to answer, but you can find my old HCs and AUs here!

[crossbackpoke-check]

inspired by @colap1nto <3 and posting here to hold myself accountable: writevember! attempting to write something every day no matter how much and what it is

i am however inventing stipulations for myself so i cannot weasel my way out of it, which includes a valid definition of “write”:

actively put words into a document in the form of a proper fic!!! too many wip not enough hands!!

poems (actually laughed at me coming up with this but maybe i will go back to my roots)

research/meta/primers

tag stories are permissible IF i actually compile and edit them into a readable document that day

editing to post to ao3 (the optimism) is also valid. it takes me so long

i do have concrete arbitrary deadlines for one and a half fics that i would LOVE to finish and post in november (dewey^2 and [redacted :)]) so i’m hoping this helps!! also, this is secretly just a sticker chart where i get to put down emojis for each fic i worked on and check off boxes but a win is a win

day 1: 🪻🐈‍⬛

day 2: 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 3: 🫃2️⃣

day 4: 🍎

day 5: 🫃2️⃣

day 6: 📑, 💌

day 7: 🫃2️⃣ AND ☁️💧. who is she

day 8: 🪻🐈‍⬛

day 9: 🫃2️⃣

day 10: 🫃2️⃣

day 11: 🫃2️⃣ we are on a STREAK and also a countdown 🫡

day 12: 🫃2️⃣

day 13: 🫃2️⃣

day 14: 📬💍

day 15: 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 16: 🫃2️⃣

day 17: 🔴 ⚫️,🫃2️⃣

day 18:🪻🐈‍⬛

day 19: 🪻🐈‍⬛, 😇🤭 (🕒 -> 🕜)

day 20:🫃2️⃣

day 21: 🫃2️⃣, 🤫 🪽🃏

[hollowsart]

Going to bed, but oouugghhh

If it wasn't half past midnight, I would absolutely be working on the next chapter of the fic again because of this.

[hballegro]

chapter 6; lobster dinner and with a side of anguish is OUT

bts as usual

i think i need to put 'my noodle is second to none' in the next chapter somehow. feels like a hawkeye thing to say

[wisteriagoesvroom]

is your username related to desperate housewives?

no 😭 but solid guess. erm so the lore of this account is wisteria was a generic name i picked to write… other rpf… not so long ago… but then i stumbled onto f1 fics and was like: wow party on tumblr, that’s where it’s at. and then it became wisteriagoesvroom as a joke to myself. except the joke has gone on 9 months or something now and i’m apparently still laughing 😭😭

it was meant to be a throwaway lurker account not what has effectively become my main 😭😭😭

[thief-of-eggs]

if you catch me on ao3 replying to a comment from 8 months ago- SHHHHH NO YOU DIDNT

[gendervapor14]

i left a comment i've been meaning to leave for weeks!!

huh? did i reply to any of my comments?

.....

no.

but i left a comment. progress has been made.

[tartarusknight]

The King of the Freaks | Part 14

Ao3 Link | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16

CW for child abuse, bullying, and suicidal intentions

Eddie hadn't meant to fall asleep, but after Steve and everyone else had fallen asleep one by one, so did he. When he woke up, Steve was gone from the pile of limbs. Eddie didn't have the grace to get out without waking everyone else, so as he wiggled out, he heard groaning. He waited for a minute, watching the others realize Steve was gone. "Is he...?" Gareth trailed off, and Eddie rubbed a hand over his face.

"We should," Jeff didn't even bother finishing his sentence before he was heading out of the room. Eddie took a moment before following.

As they got down, in the kitchen was Steve. He was making French toast and smiled over at them. Once again, acting like nothing happened. Like they hadn't woken up to Steve sobbing for Dustin while he was still asleep. Then they hadn't dealt with his panic and confusion. Eddie hated it. "There's coffee," Steve pointed, and Eddie glanced at the clock, 9:32. How long has Steve been up?

"Steve -" He started but was cut off by an almost frantic.

"I didn't know what else to make. Hopefully, you all like French Toast. To be honest, I never eat breakfast, so I don't know many recipes. But this one seemed easy enough." He nodded towards the cookbook on the counter. It was a well-loved cookbook, with notes sticking out of the pages.

Grant opened his mouth to say something when Jeff said, "Sounds good. We can set the table." He stares pointedly at the 3 of them before they moved. Eddie grabbed some plain white mugs from all the plain white, sterile-looking dishes. Grant grabbed plates as Gareth grabbed silverware. Jeff helped Steve grab the food items and if Eddie really looked, he could see the way Steve moved just slightly out of range of touches. His walls were back up and his movements were planned. Suddenly he wasn’t just Steve their friend, but more like King Steve an act.

They sat down and started to eat. The silence was deafening. Steve’s eyes jumped over each one of them but they followed Jeff’s lead. They knew how to work to each others' strengths. Like last night Eddie had moved next to Steve easily but it was Gareth they listened to. Since Gareth had plenty of practice talking calmingly and softly to someone in the midst of a panic attack. Because Gareth was the one who had them and talked Eddie through his. So, they sat there in silence until the food was gone before Jeff moved them to the living room. Steve sat in the recliner but the rest of them sat on the couches.

“My mom she’s a great cook.” Grant blurts and doesn’t let their surprised looks stop him. “She can do everything except for French Toast. Every time she tries, she burns it. We don’t know how she does it because she can cook like 5 things at a time but even watching the French Toast closely the entire time, they burn. We’re convinced she was cursed to never be able to make them.”

Eddie can’t help the laugh that bubbles out. Suddenly everyone was laughing, even Steve smiled and looked close to laughing. By the time the laughter stopped, Jeff started. “My siblings and I had wanted to make my parents breakfast in bed for their anniversary when we were younger. I barely knew how to cook and my brother, Nolan, couldn’t even reach the counter. My sister, Zahra, had gotten up on the counters to reach all the tall stuff and we got to work. Only none of us had been taught how to make breakfast foods. We just had seen our parents do it. We made eggs with shells still in them and they were overcooked. Burnt toast that we covered in jam. We gave it to my parents and they choked down a good bit of it just to make us smile.” He said softly, “they showed us how to make eggs the next morning.”

Gareth grinned, “my older brother, Derek, was making a batch of brownies. Not just any brownies but pot brownies. Only Mom saw that he was baking so he had to make two batches. One with pot, one without. He thought he was so slick but then he accidentally switched the two around. So, Mom, Dad, and I were high out of our minds while he wondered how they didn’t affect him. Never really connected the dots. But at the next party-”

Eddie laughed cutting Gareth off, he remembered what had happened. Gareth grinned over at him. “He told everyone how high his tolerance was before getting incredibly high and trying to do a backflip off of someone’s shed. Broke his arm and everything.” Gareth snickered, “First time I got high, and let’s just say I didn’t mind it.”

“We will never let that go.” Eddie snickered and Gareth high-fived him.

Steve was looking at them and smiling. There was a little relief in his eyes. “First time I ever cooked I accidentally set my shirt on fire,” Steve says and it comes out soft. Like he’s so wrapped up in love that he can’t handle it. “I ran straight into the pool,” he said and Eddie grinned over at him. “I still avoid making oatmeal even though I know it’s just because I didn’t know how to use the stove.” He says and there’s a laugh starting to form in his words.

Eddie tilted his head, he glanced over at Jeff, with a silent question of Can we try to talk now? Jeff glanced at Steve who was finally relaxing and nodded. Eddie cleared his throat, nerves welling up. “I had to learn how to cook because my parents sucked. Back when- well I moved to Hawkins back when I was 12. Before that, I lived with my mom and dad in West Virginia. They weren’t great parents. My dad never tried to get a job, instead trying to live off of stupid shit like hotwiring cars and dealing. My mom wasted… I don’t even know how much of our money on drugs. All I know is that growing up, we had more drugs in the house than food.”

He said and everyone was looking at him. “We didn’t have much for food, and they said if I couldn’t cook, I couldn’t eat.” He stated and saw Gareth itching to reach out. But this wasn’t the time. “I did. I learned because if we had food in the house, I wanted to be able to eat it. I’m best at breakfast foods because my mom stated it was the most important. Most days it was the only time I ate.” He shrugged, “Then I moved in with Wayne…  And well, he works nights. So, our schedules are off. I’ll make him breakfast for dinner some mornings and he’ll make me breakfast for dinner some evenings. It works, it’s nice.” Eddie says softly and looks up at Steve.

Grant cleared his throat, catching onto what Eddie was doing. “My dad left when I was 4. He never wanted kids. He said he had gotten tied down because of one stupid night. He hated us for it. So, one day he just packed up and left. My mom was young and she never worked before but she started working at the daycare to try and keep us afloat. Soon, though, we weren’t able to keep up with our bills and we had to move in with my grandparents. We still live there. I think she’s waiting until I graduate before trying again. Too afraid to take a chance.”

Gareth cleared his throat and looked over at Eddie. Eddie gave him a reassuring smile. Gareth smiled back, “When I was a kid… well I’m still bullied but it was really bad when I was younger. To the point, I avoided going to school and stayed home more than anything. But it didn’t stop them from picking on me. One day they tied me up on a football post in just my underwear. They were taking turns throwing shit at me. Writing shit on my body.”

Gareth shrugged and he glanced over at Eddie. It brought him back to finding Gareth like that. Gareth cleared his throat, “Derek had arrived just in time with Eddie. He sent me with Eddie and I was so terrified. But I trusted him and I trusted Eddie… Eddie took me home and helped me clean up. And the next time I saw Derek, it was at the station. He was bloody and bruised along with a few of the people that had done that shit to me. Hopper had listened to Derek and me, but Derek ended up still having to do community service because of it.” Gareth explained and Eddie watched Steve’s walls take each hit they were throwing his way.

Jeff cleared his throat, “honestly, Steve. I don’t know what happened last night. What you dreamed of. But I want you to know that we’ve all got shit. We can’t compare them because it’s different, but it's there. So, don’t feel like you have to hide your own shit. Because… well, we don’t want to see you get eaten up by it.” Jeff looks a little shaky and Eddie hates it. Hates that the unbreakable Jeff isn’t sturdy at the moment. “Zahra, she’s like you… she was dealing with shit that she never talked about. Always laughed and smiled. But she could barely eat and her laughs weren’t real.”

Everyone who already knew how this story went, tensed up. Jeff cleared his throat like he was going to cry, “And- And then one day I came home early and found her bleeding out in the bathroom. I almost lost her— I did lose her in a way. She’s in and out of facilities where they try to help her. But she’ll never be the same. And I do what I can to make her feel loved. She’s my little sister and I almost lost her.” Steve was just staring, wide-eyed.

Jeff sighed and folded his hands over his lap. “Now… I just need you to believe that when we ask you how you’re doing it’s because we care about you. Cause we do care, Steve. For some reason, you slid right into our lives and you just fit. We love having you around and we need you to understand that.”

Steve looked moments from breaking, “I- I’m sorry.” It comes out choked and Eddie wants to reach over and grab his hand.

“Don’t be sorry, there’s nothing to apologize for. Like I said we’ve all got our shit.” Jeff says softly and Eddie realizes a lot later than he should have that Jeff talks to Steve like he does his little siblings… even though Steve’s older than him. Even though they haven’t known each other for long.

Steve's eyes are roaming over them like he's trying to see through them. “Are- are you guys okay?” Steve whispers and looks over at them with glassy brown eyes.

Eddie gives him a soft smile. “You know, I’m pretty great. I’m spending time with my friends,” he looks at Steve straight on. “But one of my friends had a rough night and I’m worried about them. I want them to be able to talk to me about whatever they’re going through.” He says softly and Steve looks away from his gaze. “Steve,” he murmurs and he stands, moving to kneel down in front of the recliner. Steve’s curled up form so close but Eddie doesn’t touch. He just rests his hands on the seat of the chair next to Steve’s legs. “We’re here for you. You don’t have to go through this alone anymore.”

Steve’s nod is jerky and he’s wringing his hands awkwardly. “You’re my friends?” He questions and he looks at them with so much fear but also hope.

Eddie gave him a soft smile and shifted, taking Steve’s hands in his. “Steve you’ve been our friend for a while now. Like I said that first day, I gave you a starting point and you easily charmed our socks off.” He jokes but kept his voice soft.

Grant cuts in with “We like you as our little jock.” Steve’s hands were shaking in his hands. “Steve, you’re our cheerleader, didn’t you know that? You watch our d&d games. We love it when you cheer when we win. Or when you give your own opinions. Honestly just laughing with you is nice.” He says and Steve’s blinking tears away.

“We don’t invite just anyone to join the campaign… we decided you would be a great addition a while ago, we just didn’t want to overwhelm you. We know we can be a lot. But we made you a character that first time you invited us here.” Gareth says and Steve’s whole body is shaking now.

Eddie looks over at Steve, he looks like shit. “Steve, can I hug yo-” He doesn’t even finish. Steve just throws himself into Eddie’s arms. They fall back to the ground so Steve’s on top of Eddie but Eddie just holds Steve close. “I’ve got you,” he promises and Steve is just crying.

Eddie holds him and Steve shakes. “I- I get nightmares. A lot of them. I didn’t- I tried to stay on a separate floor. I didn’t want to wake you with them.” He says and Eddie remembers how stressed Steve had looked when he invited them over. Or when Eddie pushed to get him to sleep in his room. He had been afraid of them seeing. “I don’t- I can’t talk-” he cuts himself off and he seems to be trying to choose his words carefully. “I’m sorry,” he finally says and Eddie runs his hands up and down Steve’s back.

“It’s okay, we’ll be here when you want to talk about it,” Jeff promises. Eddie carefully shifts the two of them to lean back against the couch. The boys crawl down and they all stay close together. Maybe Steve isn’t ready right now, but Eddie will be here when he is.

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[shikai-the-storyteller]

Speaking of Megaman, someone just left a comment on one of my very old Megaman fics from 2018 saying they printed it out years ago, and when their anxiety doesn't let them sleep, they reread that story and it helps drain the tension out of them.

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[plusultraetc]

whats your fav flavor of erasermic … there are honestly so many options. friends to lovers … highschool sweethearts … enemies to friends to lovers …. then u throw shirakumo in and it can be a million times angstier or a million times sillier … smth abt aizawa disappearing for years to be an underground hero and mic pursuing fame (early morning radio host😭😭😭) u have it all … idk why i even asked what ur fav is when i dont know My fav. nine lives erasermic is probably up there though bc of how goofy they are. everything but married emic … wow …

ANY FLAVOR BESTIE I AM SO SERIOUS. married for ten years. pining for fifteen. friends to lovers. ENEMIES to lovers (I've had a villain Mic/vigilante Aizawa (+pro hero Shirakumo!!) AU percolating for literal months that I can't wait to share). they are THE most versatile ship on the planet. the angst. the silly. the LAYERS. (basically I feel this post kind of ways about them <3)

I'm not much of a shipping person in general but every once in a blue moon a ship will come along and bonk me over the head with the brainrot mallet and erasermic is one of those ships. when I DO do the shipping thing, I've always had a soft spot for friends to lovers and oblivious/mutual pining, so that's probably why I love canon compliant erasermic fics so so much. Nine Lives (by machiroads, for anyone who has not read it, in which case I cannot recommend it enough) will always be The Erasermic Fic to me. It's canon idc. but!!! there is room in my heart for so much erasermic. I will never run out of space for them. most long-winded way of saying any flavor but I mean it when I say I enjoy pretty much every iteration of this ship.

thank you sm for the message!! feel free to yell about Them w me literally any time!!

[everybodyshusband]

it's healthy to go back and reread all the nice comments people have left on your writing i think :3

[allwaswell16]

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