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inej-ruination-ghafa · 7 months

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TIME, CURIOUS TIME - L.C

Summary: the one where you first meet Luke and your entire world view changes.

Warnings: adoption, blood, character death

Wordcount: 3.6k

Masterlist: Time, passing

If there was one thing that people needed to know about you, it's that you don't like bullies. You hated them in fact.

There was an anger inside of you. A primal anger that oozes from your pores at every instance. You were angry at everything in life, your mother for giving you up for adoption, your father for ignoring you. You were angry at the world for every single bad thing that happened.

You had only been at camp for four months and you had gotten into eight separate fights. Just like normal. Just like in the Foster homes.

Now you were sitting in Chiron's office with a black eye. You had gotten into a fight with one of the kids again and was being punished for it. Even though you thought that the punching he had received had been deserved.

Your eyes were trained at your hands as they rested in your lap. You did not want to look up and see the disappointment in his eyes.

"You are one of the most interesting campers I've ever had," he said, breaking the silence.

You looked up at him. That was not what you had expected him to say after what you had done. You were expecting more of a lecture.

"Why?" you questioned.

"You've been here 4 months and already proved that you are a superb archer and swordsman, a brilliant medic. Yet you fail to stop yourself engaging in this tomfoolery," he explained.

You thought about all that he had listed to you. You were a child of Apollo after all, you should be good at all of those things and you weren’t surprised that he thought it was an accomplishment. You didn't want to be anything like your family.

There was silence and you looked at the centaur, “Am I expelled?”

He chuckled to himself almost incredulously, "No. We don't kick students out when they are troublesome,"

Troublesome. That was one word to describe you.

You had always been seen as the problem and the solution was always to send you away. You were a problem of the highest degree and everyone agreed. Even Chiron.

Chiron looked at you, arms folded across your chest as you rolled your eyes, "You know. If we didn't already know your godly parent, I would assume you were an Ares kid,"

you scoffed, looking up at him. You hated where he was coming from but it made sense. That anger in your bones was reminiscent of an Ares kid.

"That felt like an insult," you spat out, bitter. You didn't want to be compared to any of them monsters.

He tilted his head to the side, not understanding why you saw your anger as some sort of problem, "It's not. It's a compliment,"

You wanted to scoff at the idea. Anger was not a positive trait and nobody had ever noticed a single positive trait inside of you.

Silence fell over the room and you looked away from him, feeling shame bubble up in your chest at the way you were acting; you didn't mean to act like a spoiled brat.

"Anyway. I still have to punish you. So you will be sentenced to a week's worth of night shifts at the infirmary," he said.

Your head whipped up, "A week? I only broke his nose!" You could have done worse and you would have if your siblings hadn’t pulled you off of the teenage boy.

Chiron nodded, remembering the way that the sixteen year old boy cradled his face, blood dripping down his chin as he looked at the thirteen year old girl. He had never seen an Ares kid look so defeated by such a little camper.

"You still broke a fellow capers nose. And your dessert privileges will be taken away for that duration," He said.

He smiled at you and you stood up, mumbling a thank you under your breath before you walked outside. This was going to be hell.

If there was one thing that you hated more than anything, it was night duty. You looked around the medical bay and watched as the boy in there slept. He had a concussion and if it were up to you, he would be sent away but Chiron was a stickler to the rules - he needed 24 hour observation.

You walked around aimlessly, a cup of coffee in your hand.

Your life was a mess. You hated yourself. You hated the world. There was nothing here that made you want to stay and every day you looked out of that window in the Apollo Cabin, wondering if you would just leave. Its not like anyone would miss you.

That self loathing bubbled in your chest and you could feel it heavy on your chest.

This camp was supposed to be somewhere that all demigods are safe but in all truth, you had never been more lonely than you had been at Camp Half Blood. You felt abandoned by the Gods and the feeling was getting worse daily.

You were taken out of your thoughts by the sound of someone yelling. You brushed it off, everyone was always having nightmares at camp.

Then you heard them yelling for help and you realised something was wrong. Everyone would be asleep by now and you knew you would have to help.

You didn't want to play the hero. Everyone here acted like some sort of Greek hero and you hated it. But you knew you had to help so you looked around for something and spotted a sword at the side of the bed. You ignored the concussed teenager asleep in the bed as you picked the sword up, jotting down a note.

It was heavy in your hands and you didn't know how you would use it but knew you had to leave quickly. It was unbalanced, unnatural and you were not the best swordsman so you also picked up your bow and arrow, strapping that to your back before you ran off.

You rushed to the Big House for backup but as you got closer, you could hear the yells getting more desperate and knew there was no time. You had to help them and soon.

Muscle memory and adrenaline took you through the woods, trying to find where the voices were coming from.

You called out at the top of the hill, asking if there was anyone there but you heard nothing.

For a second, the noise had completely stopped and you felt your cheeks warm up. This had to be some sort of prank to get back at you for fighting the head of the Ares cabin.

You scoffed, turning around and preparing to leave. You could not believe that you fell for it and you could feel the embarrassment in your cheeks.

That's when you heard the little girls voice again, "Help! Somebody!"

You could see a figure by the camp sign now, illuminated by the fire. "Shit! Shit!"

There was no hesitation as you ran down the hill, not even stopping when you saw the fury hovering over the group of teenagers. There were four people there, one that you recognised as a satyr.

"Run annabeth! Take her Luke!" The main girl said, a large stick in her hands as she tried to bat the fury away.

You froze.

Fight or flight.

You could stay here and help the little girl as she held onto the boy's jacket or you could turn back and pretend that you haven't seen any of this. You knew the latter wasn't even an option.

"You don't have a real weapon!” The boy called out, eyes wide.

That's when you remembered you was there. You ran into the clearing and the kids turned to look at her in shock. They had not expected some hero to come out of the shadows but you were no hero, just someone who had stumbled into the situation.

You stepped into the clearing, "Here," you yelled out, throwing the girl the sword and she caught it quickly.

They all watched as you pulled your bow and arrow out, drawing it and taking a deep breath before shooting at the fury without any care for your own safety. At the same time, the punk looking girl stabbed the fury before being knocked to the floor.

The boy tucked the little girl into his chest as he watched the other girl get hit by the fury, falling over. He let out a yell.

You could only stand there and watch it all unfold. you didn't even know this girl's name and yet she was dying in front of you.

The little girl was sobbing now, the sounds muted as she tucked her head into the boys chest. He was trying to hide it but his chest was heaving up and down.

There was a second when the fury looked at you and you knew you were next. The fury was clutching its arm from where you had hit her. She looked at the camper, sneering before flying off. Her job was done.

In a matter of seconds, lightning struck the teenage girl and she began to turn into a tree, branches springing from her arms and greenery growing around her head.

There was silence. Nobody knew what to say, especially not you who was confused out of your mind.

You looked at the satyr and then you recognised him. He was the same one that saved you from that police station, "Grover, what's going on?” you asked, looking at the satyr.

His hands were shaking as he gestured towards them, "Meet our new residents of camp,"

"What the fu-" you pointed at the tree, yelling out in confusion, "What in the God's name is going on? She's a tree!"

The boy looked at you angrily and you recognised that look in his eye all too well, "The better question is who the hell are you?" The boy said defensively.

You threw your bow on the floor, adrenaline still coursing rapidly through your veins, "I saved your life," you spat the words out.

He walked over to you, towering over you and you wondered how old he was, "She still died," he spat out.

This close, you could see the cut on his jaw, the bruise growing on his shoulder and the tears that were drying on his cheeks. He looked almost ethereal in the fire light.

There was anger in both of your eyes and as you looked at him, you realised that nobody had ever looked at you like that. It was like looking at your reflection in the mirror.

You scoffed, ignoring the feeling in your chest, "I tried my best,"

Grover walked over, interrupting the two of them before they could get into a physical fight, "This is our Healer,"

There was silence as the two teenagers looked at one another, neither of them standing down. He seemed angry and it was understood but there was no need to take it out on you.

It was you who turned away first, "Come on in. You both need to be checked on and I'm working the night shift. Grover, go get Chiron,"

He nodded and when they reached the camp, Grover split off from the group to go to the Big House.

You could feel the tension in the air as you walked towards the medical hut. There was silence and you could remember how nerve wracking it was for you when you had arrived here. You felt a little bit rude for yelling at him now.

“This way,” you lead them to the medical bay and the boy with the concussion was out cold so you just turned the lights on, ushering the two inside.

You turned to the boy and decided not to make this too awkward, "How old is she?" You asked.

He narrowed his eyes at you before caving, "Seven," he said begrudgingly. He clearly didn't like you.

You turned to where the little girl was sitting on the bed and knelt down in front of her. You could remember how scared you were when you had arrived and you wanted to make it as comfortable for her as you could.

"What's your name, gorgeous?" You asked, trying to not scare her.

The little girl looked over your shoulder at the boy behind you and he nodded, arms folded across his chest. You was just making sure he thought that she was safe to talk

"Annabeth," she replied.

"That's such a pretty name. Now, tell me, does anything really hurt?" You asked with a smile.

She nodded and gestured down at her leg, "I twisted my ankle," she stated.

"Your ankle? Let me have a look," you sat down on the floor and looked up at the girl and she nodded. you then rolled up her trouser leg a little bit to look at it.

You examined it for a second, "It's a little swollen, do you want me to wrap it up?” Annabeth must have been so freaked out by all of this, you didn't want to scare her at all.

Annabeth nodded and you reached over to the side for some bandage and wrapped it around her ankle, tying it together before standing up.

You grabbed the Ambrosia, handing it to her, "Now. This is magic okay, you eat a little bit of this and it will male you feel better instantly,"

She was hesitant at first and then when she took a bite, she ate the whole bit. She smiled and looked at you, muttering a thank you.

You helped her up and then turned to look at the boy behind her, "I'll help your big brother now,"

Luke had been standing there the whole time, arms folded across his chest as he judged what you were doing. He didn't trust anything related to the Gods, especially not some weird medic.

"I don't need to be examined by a child," he said with a scoff

You looked at him again, narrowing your eyes, "I'm thirteen. I doubt you're much older than me,"

There was tension between the two young teenagers. Anyone worth a pulse could see it and they could tell that there was a shared anger between the two.

"Thirteen," he scoffed at the idea of you looking after him, "who taught you medical practices?"

You were starting to get mad. You couldn't understand why this kid wasn't going to just let you look after him when he needed it.

There was an anger at the gods on him that you recognised but there was no need to take it out on you.

"I'm a child of Apollo, i was born with it in my blood," You poked him in the chest before stepping back, "Now sit your ass down,"

He looked at Annabeth and she gave him a smile like she wanted him to get looked after. He sighed, he couldn’t let her down so he sat down on the bed.

You folded your arms across your chest, "Same question I asked Annabeth. Does anything really hurt?" You asked. You were mean to him, ignoring all of your bedside manners.

He shook his head, lips pursed together, "You didn't ask me what my name was,"

You sighed, folding your arms across your chest, "What's your name?" You asked, tone dripping in sarcasm.

"Luke," he looked over at Annabeth and the girl was smiling now and he smiled too. It was the first time he’d seen her smile in weeks, "And I'm fourteen,"

You looked down at the injury for a second, "This needs stitches," you said when you saw a wound in his shoulder, it had cut through his shirt and was starting to bleed a lot more.

You could tell that he knew that he needed to get helped but that he was so stubborn that he wasn't going to get it done. It was a pretty bad wound.

"I'll be fine," he turned his head away, stubborn, "I don't need your magic, i don't need any help for the Gods,"

You were starting to get mad at him now. He was stubborn, too stubborn, "I don't work for them," you said, scoffing, "Now do you want it stitched up or not?"

There was silence for a second and then he nodded his head. He knew that he needed help even if he was a little bit reluctant to it. You smiled with the knowledge that you had convinced him.

"Annabeth, can you go and get changed into these nice new clothes? You can go into that little room there," you picked up some spare clothes from a pile and handed them to her.

The girl smiled before walking away, "Thank you,"

"You’re welcome sweetheart," you watched as she walked away, closing the door.

You could feel your heart sink in your chest. You couldnt imagine having to come here at such a young age, it broke your heart.

You turned around and looked at Luke, a smirk growing on your face, "You're gonna have to take your shirt off,"

There was a second where you could see the blush riding to hours bells at the idea but he decided to just be annoying about it.

He was cocky about it, pulling his shirt off slowly before handing it to you. You had to hide the blush on your cheeks as you pulled up a stool, sitting in front of him.

The cut wasn't just on his shoulder, it spanned down a couple of centimetres through his chest. You placed the stool in front of him, sitting down.

"This is gonna sting," you said as you brushed the area with a disinfectant. He winced at the feeling of it on his cut, hand clutching onto the bed underneath him.

You muttered a sorry as you pulled the wipe away, placing it down before putting your gloves on and getting ready to stitch him back up.

You gave him a look, “You know, I could just give you ambrosia, then it would heal quicker,” you suggested.

He shook his head, “I dont want help from the Gods. We do this like mortals or not at all,”

You could tell something had really happened to him in his life to make him hate the gods so much and whatever it was it must have been bad.

“You’re decision,” you muttered as you started to sew him up, starting on the easier part on his chest and then moving up to the deep section on his shoulder.

He was tense and you didn't know what to do to try and calm him down, he just had to sit there and get on with it. You didn't want to hurt him.

As you reached the last stitch on his shoulder, pulling it tight and then tying it, he winced and then muttered a curse word under his breath. you looked up at him, feeling guilty.

"Sorry," you muttered under your breath, “But i'm done now,”

"No, I'm sorry. I was a jerk to you," he muttered your name quietly after that, almost like he felt embarrassed that he had remembered and you looked up at him. You didn't know that he had remembered your name.

You could feel your cheeks warmed up at the idea and you gave him a half hearted smile, "Thanks," you said, brushing another wipe over his chest and shoulder.

"I am sorry. My friend just died," he explained, tears burning in the back of his eyes at the thought.

"She had a Heroes death," you said before scoffing and then looking around to make sure that nobody could hear, "Not that that's worth anything. The Gods still let her die, they let them all die,"

Luke's face lit up as you said that. Nobody had ever shared his hatred towards the Gods before and all of the anger that he had towards you vanished in as second as he looked into your eyes.

His smile was infectious and you could feel one growing on your face just at the sight of him, "You're right! They're awful,”

There was another lightning strike and you could hear the thunder rumbling outside of the camp. Zeus did not like that criticism of his role as a father.

"Might not want to say that here," you said with a laugh.

Luke laughed too and you smiled at the sound, it was nice to hear someone laugh. He liked it as well, he couldn't remember the last time he laughed.

You smiled to yourself. You couldn't remember the last time that you had laughed with someone. It was nice to feel connected to someone, even if you’d only just met.

You handed him a camp shirt, assuming his size. He thanked you before pulling it over his head and then fixing his hair.

Annabeth walked out wearing one of your old shirts. You smiled, reaching your hand out and feeling the girl take it. She instantly cuddled up to you, not fully understanding what had happened that night.

You held close, eyes meeting Lukes. He reached forward, brushing a hand over Annabeth’s hair.

"You look great, I’m just gonna show you guys to the cabin a-" you started to explain before Chiron walked into the room.

They all went silent and as he looked at the group, Grover standing by his side, her knew this was it. There was a bad feeling in his chest and he knew that the prophecy that he had been fearing was going to come true soon. How did he know? Just a feeling.

A/N: Parts of this fic come from my other fic The Outsiders (linked here) so don't worry if it looks familiar or if you think it's plagiarised, I wrote both versions. If you want to read that you can.

This is the first part of a three chapter fic and this will be nothing like my book. This is a seperate fic, the start is just familiar.

Also. They are thirteen and fourteen in this chapter but by the time there is any romance, they will be 18. Please don't be weird about them.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan fanfiction #luke castellan x apollo!reader #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson tv show #percy jackson books #pjo fandom #pjo fanfic #pjo fanfiction #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #luke percy jackson #luke pjo #time passing series

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toobusybeingdelulu · 5 months

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no because why do I have the feeling that the night at the Byers’ house steve needed that fight more than billy? think about it. When seeing Steve on the porch he immediately relaxes (leaning against the car, lighted cigarette, hand on the belt) while Steve is more closed off and tense (arms crossed etc).

Steve knew that that encounter would have ended in blood one way or another, while I don’t think that Billy did: he was just there to pick up his sister. His night had already been ruined. Not even a fight could fix it. And also he had to hurry up because Neil was waiting for him, and last but not least… I don’t think he had wanted to fight steve in the first place, despite what everyone may think. I’ve always had the impression that, in canon, he wanted to get to know him in a non-antagonistic way, but didn’t know how to properly… do that, you know? So yeah, a bit of advice on the basketball court, with just enough pushing to not give Steve the idea that he was some sort of pussy (after all, we‘ve seen how he was raised), then some compliments under the shower and a little bit of encouragement (‘don’t sweat it Harrington’ ‘today is just not your day man’ + side eye at Tommy when he teased him about Nancy + ‘don’t take it too hard man, a pretty boy like you has got nothing to worry about.’) and he probably thought that maybe he was doing a good job at it?

Well. Steve did not think so. How can we blame him tho? Let’s remember that Steve is in a hurricane of emotions in season 2: he just lost his spot as king of the crowds, his shot at a normal life and his girlfriend. And then there is this new boy (who is going through just as much of a change) who cannot stop being in his space, and being mean, and pushing him around, and how could he believe that he was being friendly? Of course he is gonna think that dude’s just being a dick for the sake of making his life hell, for some reason. Even the compliments he threw his way may sound as mocking for someone who had been told to his face by his girlfriend that he was nothing but bullshit.

So.. yeah. It’s safe to say that these two idiots did not understand each other, so a fight had been inevitable. And of course it was started by Steve. Because he is the one that had a different perception of Billy’s behaviors towards him than billy himself: maybe he thought that he would have fought him even if he had told him the truth. Or some reasonable lie. Either way, it would have been inevitable. but least he could have a little fun before the first punch, ergo the “were you dropped too much as a child or what?” Because what the duffers and even his fans don’t understand about Steve Harrington’s character is that he is still a former mean girl. No matter how hard they try to uwufying him. Did he change since s1? Sure. But that doesn’t mean he can’t be bitter. That he can’t be awful sometimes. And selfish. But that is fine!! Because that’s what made him interesting in the first place. And the night at the Byers’ had been one of those times. Did billy get out of line with his violence once started? Sure. But Steve threw the first punch. And he needed that fight, because unlike the monster in the fridge, THAT was something familiar. THAT was something normal teenagers did.

and the thing that makes this dynamic even more interesting? Is that Billy loved this side of Steve (“looks like you got some fire in you after all huh? I’ve been waiting to meet this king Steve everyone is telling me so much about”) Because, once again, it was something that he recognized.

In the end, they were both scared kids trying to find a bit of normalcy in each other’s blood in order to escape their respective monsters.

#billy hargrove #stranger things #dacre montgomery #steve harrington #harringrove #joe keery #stranger things analysis #stranger things meta #stranger things 2

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cheynovak · 3 months

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Dean Winchester x Female bisexual Reader/Y/N

Warnings: None, I think?

Words: 1740

*Does not follow the supernatural storyline *

Dean and Y/N have been friends since they were teenagers, their dads worked together on different hunts. Dean always had a crush on her, but the fact that she is into girls kept him from making a move. They remained friends for years. Sam is at college and Dean asked Y/N to hunt with him, after successful hunts they share drinks at a bar, where Dean learns Y/N is not only into girls.

The neon lights of the crowded bar cast a colourful glow over Dean Winchester and Y/N as they leaned against the bar, sharing a pitcher of beer. They had known each other since they were teenagers, talking about fighting monsters side by side with their dads, and joking about the craziness of their lives.

Y/N was his best friend, his confidante, the one person he could always count on part from Sam, he left to study so now there was only Y/N. But there was one thing Dean had never confessed to her: he’d had a crush on her since they met as kids in high school. He never acted on it, thinking she was only into women.

"Hey, what about her?" Dean nodded towards a stunning busty brunette at the other end of the bar, nudging Y/N with his elbow. Y/N glanced over, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"She's hot, not my type though, I'd say a solid 8/10. But look at the redhead by the jukebox," she replied, pointing subtly.

Dean chuckled, shaking his head. "You always go for the redheads, eh I'll say maybe a 7."

"And you’re never picky as long as it has great boobs." Y/N shot back, laughing. Dean eyed her with a grin looking a little to long at her own breasts "I'd say a 10." She hit his shoulder "Idiot."

They continued their light-hearted banter, scanning the bar and commenting on the various attractive women, and see who got the best moves, usually it was Dean who got lucky, with the sevens and eights.

But when Y/N 'got lucky' it were always the girls he thought were a 10. It was a game they had played many times before, one that never failed to make them both laugh.

Just then, a man approached Y/N. He was tall, with short-cropped hair and piercing green eyes that reminded Dean a little too much of himself. The man flashed a charming smile at Y/N, leaning casually against the bar.

"Hey sweetheart, can I buy you a drink?" the man asked, his voice smooth and confident. Y/N smiled back, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Sure, why not." Dean raised an eyebrow, surprised by her reaction.

She talked to the man while Dean hung at the bar on her other side, hearing how she flirted with the guy, feeling pity he might think he had a chance.

A little later he went to the restroom. Dean watched as the man walked away. He leaned closer to Y/N, unable to resist making a joke. "Too bad he’s not your type," Dean teased, his tone light.

Y/N turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, but he is, solid 9." Dean's heart skipped a beat almost choking on his beer. "Wait, what?"

"Yeah, I mean, tall, handsome, great shoulders, fine ass. Yup, definitely my type." Y/N grinned, taking a sip of her drink.

Dean felt like the ground had shifted beneath him. He had never considered the possibility that Y/N could be attracted to men and women. And if she was into guys… did that mean she could be into him?

"So, uh, you like guys that look like me, huh?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual, pretending to joke in case he misread the situation.

Y/N looked at him, jokingly checked him out, particularly his ass. "Yeah, i'd say a 10." She said but turned quietly and serious very quickly. Her expression softening before looking at the beer bottle in her hands.

Dean's heart raced, a mixture of hope and nervousness flooding his chest. "Why didn't you ever tell me, I mean I never saw you with a guy?"

"I didn't think it mattered," Y/N admitted, shrugging still looking at her beer. "And I didn’t want things to get weird between us, I mean how many nights did I stay in your motel room, our dads never questioned it, you never made it awkward."

"I felt safe with you, like I could be myself even part from all the hunting shit I never could share with anyone, never thought you needed a label to really know me.”

She took another sip “Beside the guy I dated was not really a friend of yours."

He turned fully towards her. “You dated some I know? Who?” She looked at him a little embarrassed. “Steve.” Dean thought about it for a second.” Wait Steve, who bullied Sam high school, Steve?” All she did was nod. “Y/N! That was an asshole!”

“Hey! I broke up with him the second I found out he bullied Sam!” she lifted her hands in the air in defense. Dean shook his head. “How did you find out?” Y/N grinned “The bruise you left on his eye.” They laughed hard at that comment.

Dean looked over to the restrooms, still no sign of mystery man, he knew this was his shot before he took her home tonight. Dean took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you." She looked at him expectantly, her eyes wide and curious. “Your gay?” she joked.

“What?! NO!” Dean spits out. “Relax dude, just kidding, what up?” she hits his chest.

Dean took another breath. "I've had a crush on you since we were kids," Dean confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never said anything because I thought you were only into women. But if you're into guys too… I don't know maybe, you and I... "

Y/N laughed hard, shaking her head. "That's a good one, Dean." She said before bringing the bottle to her lips.

But as she looked at him, she saw a flash of hurt in his eyes. Dean's expression shifted from vulnerable to offended in an instant. Without another word, he stood up, his chair scraping against the floor.

"Dean?" Y/N called out, confused by his sudden change in demeanour. "I'm going back to the motel," he said curtly, avoiding her gaze. "You have fun with what’s his name."

"Wait, Dean," she said, reaching out to grab his arm, but he pulled away. "Goodnight, Y/N," he muttered, and before she could respond, he was weaving through the crowded bar, heading for the exit.

Y/N sat there, stunned. She replayed the conversation in her mind, realizing too late that Dean had been serious. She cursed under her breath, feeling a pang of guilt. She quickly gathered her things and followed Dean out of the bar.

The cool night air hit her as she stepped outside, scanning the parking for any sign of him. She spotted him, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he walked briskly. Y/N jogged to catch up.

"Dean, wait!" she called out when she was close enough. He stopped but didn't turn around, his shoulders tense.

"Dean, I'm sorry," Y/N said, stepping in front of him. "I thought you were joking. I didn’t mean to laugh." Dean sighed, finally meeting her eyes. "It’s fine, Y/N. I should’ve known better than to say anything."

"No, it's not fine," she insisted, her voice filled with urgency. "I didn't realize you were serious. I... I never thought you'd feel that way about me."

Dean looked at her, his expression a mix of frustration and hope. "Yeah, well, surprise."

Y/N took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Dean, I had no idea you felt that way. If I did, I never would have laughed. And for what it's worth, I do care about you. A lot. More than I’ve ever admitted."

Dean's eyes softened, but he still seemed hesitant. "Yeah?"

"Yeah," Y/N said, stepping closer. "And if you're willing to give this, us, a shot, so am I." Dean's lips twitched into a small smile, the tension in his shoulders easing. "You mean that?"

"I do," Y/N replied, reaching out to take his hand. Dean squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “There is no one who knows me better than you do, silly.” She smiled soft.

They stood there for a moment, the weight of their unspoken feelings finally lifting. Just then, the guy Y/N had been talking to at the bar walked outside, looking puzzled.

"Hey, where are you going?" he called out, but Y/N didn't answer.

Instead, she held on to Dean's hand, and they ran towards the Impala like two teenagers escaping curfew. The thrill of the moment, the rush of adrenaline, and the intoxicating promise of something new fuelled their steps.

As they reached the car, Dean suddenly spun her around and pushed her gently against the passenger door. He leaned in, his eyes searching hers, his hand moving to brush a strand of hair out of her face. Y/N's breath hitched, her heart pounding as he leaned closer.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," Dean whispered, his voice husky.

Before she could respond, his lips were on hers. The kiss was electric, charged with years of unspoken desire and buried emotions. Y/N melted into him, her hands finding their way to his jacket, pulling him closer. Dean’s hand cupped her cheek, deepening the kiss, his thumb gently caressing her skin.

The world around them faded, leaving just the two of them in this perfect moment. Dean kissed her with a fervor that spoke of all the times he had held back, all the moments he had kept his feelings hidden. Y/N responded with equal passion, her hands moving up to tangle in his hair.

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other.

They stood there for a moment, catching their breath, the night air cool against their flushed faces. Dean finally stepped back, his hand lingering on her hip.

"Let's get out of here," he said, his voice filled with a new kind of excitement. Y/N nodded, a smile spreading across her face nodding.

Dean opened the passenger door for her, and she slipped inside, feeling a giddy excitement she hadn't felt in years. He rounded the car, sliding into the driver’s seat, and started the engine. The familiar rumble of the Impala felt like a promise of new adventures, of a future that they were finally brave enough to face together.

As they drove off into the night, leaving the bar and the puzzled guy behind, Y/N glanced at Dean, her heart swelling with affection and hope.

"Dean," she said softly, her hand reaching out to move through his hair. "Thank you for telling me."

Dean glanced at her, his eyes shining with a mixture of relief and joy, he grabbed her hand and kisses it. And for the first time in a long time, Dean felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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Children of the Night Part 6 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Vampire Steddie/ Daddy Eddie/Sub Steve X Human sub fem reader, SMUT, while drinking blood (nothing new here), holding wrists, lose of virginity (in a flashback between steddie), dirty talk, FLUFF, they love each other, flashbacks of how this Steddie met and their first time together, ANGST, reader and Steve get hurt due to a break in, reader blames herself, Eddie get worried about losing Steve, in flashbacks Steve's relationship with his family is touched on including them kicking him out for his sexuality (the actual fight isn't elaborated on; just the aftermath), mentions of the night Steve thought he lost Eddie.

A good amount of feels in this one so please...enjoy :)

Word Count: 4662

Loud knocking on their door startles you as both men roll their eyes.

“Do you have to be so aggressive?”, Steve scolds after opening it and allowing the curly haired boy entry. To his surprise, another boy followed behind him.

“I brought Mike to do some extra digging and help reroute the servers. We need to find out how they found you so we can make sure it doesn’t happen again.”, the young man explains before turning to face you. “Hi. I’m Dustin and this is my friend Mike.”

“I’m Y/N.”, you smile as you shake his hand.

“Cool.”, he beams as they throw their bags down and take a seat at the computer. “Why didn’t you guys mention you made a friend?”

“She’s not our friend. We kidnapped her and she’s here against her will. You know you’re our only friend Henderson.”, Eddie sass as he hovers over them.

“Ooo someone’s grouchy. When was the last time you ate?”

“It won’t help. This is always his demeanor.”, you tease making the vampire smirk in your direction.

As they began to work, you explained to them what happened and listened to their feedback with fascination. You had never met kids so young who knew about all these things that you did but it tickled your brain to finally have someone to bounce off your computer knowledge with. Eddie and Steve sat on the bed watching you with small smiles on their faces. They loved seeing you be happy especially the metalhead who could feel the warmth through to his soul.

“Where did you learn all this stuff, Y/N?”, Steve asked.

“Oh, um, that incident I told you about on the beach? That wasn’t the first time I ran off. When I was a kid and I knew my mom would have some creepy guy over I would stay with a friend whose dad was a computer whiz. That was when computers were much boxier though.”, you grin.

“Yeah and back then it was easier to get away with the things you’re trying to get away with right now because it was in its infancy. You said, Y/N, they intercepted the traffic but not during the stream?” Dustin nods when you affirm his answer.

“That means they still haven’t found the exact location so the bounce is still working. Maybe we can just reroute that?”, Mike suggests.

“Is there a way we can hide it all together?”

“Um, not exactly. I mean we CAN hide it but not completely.”, the curly haired teenager responds to your question. “This may take us awhile if you three want to go out or something.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Henderson. Are we distracting you?”, Eddie jests making the younger boys chuckle.

“Come on, grouchy. Let’s go for a walk.”, you beam.

***

While you and the vampire went for stroll around the neighborhood, Steve offered to go to your house to get a couple more of your things so you’d have a change of clothes and essentials.

“So, they know all about your adventures in that scary place?”

“Oh yeah. They were handling it alone believe it or not for a while. Mike’s best friend was kidnapped by one of the monsters down there and they fought to get him back along with Mike’s girlfriend who has superpowers.”

“Jesus. There’s so much unknown in this world, huh. Kind of makes what I’ve been through seem so small.”

Eddie’s hand yanked you back as he came to a stop.

“It’s not though. Don’t invalidate yourself like that, princess.”

“Y/N Y/L/N! Where the hell have you been?!”, your best friend shouts from across the street.

“Hey Lilly.”

“Don’t you ‘hey Lilly’ me! I have been so worried. I almost filed a missing persons report! Where the fuck have—”

“I’m fine, Lil! Calm down. I’ve just been working a lot and hanging out with my friends. This is Eddie.”, you gesture towards him.

A sarcastic smile spread across her face before she marches toward him and hits his arm with her bag.

“I…have…been…worried…sick!”

“Ow! Hey, we told her to double check her phone.”, Eddie defends.

“Oh shit my phone. I’m so sorry. I haven’t checked in a while.”

“Y/N,” she sighs. “You can’t just disappear like that. I thought John maybe…”

“I don’t know where John is. I haven’t seen him since he came by my house.”

“Did you know Arthur’s missing to? Their dad is looking everywhere for them including your house. When he came to talk to me he said every time he goes to your place you aren’t home so… I panicked.”

“Lilly, honey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m alright, I swear.”

Your best friend exhales heavily as she wraps her arms around you.

“If I call you next time, you answer do you hear me?” She smiles as you give fake salute. “If you hurt her I will kill you.”

He flashes her a smile of his own as she turns around and heads back to her car.

“Should we be concerned about the dad?”, Eddie inquires. “She said he was looking for you and I felt your fear.”

“That entire family scares me but we should be ok.”, you try to comfort him but he still feels your hesitation. “Let’s, um, let’s go home.”

***

As dawn slowly approaches, you and the vampire begin to panic when Steve still hadn’t gotten back from your place.

“Do you feel him?”

“I don’t. Wherever he is he’s not feeling anything but that could also mean—”

“He’s knocked out. I’m going to my house.”

“Wait! I can run you there faster.”

“No you can’t. The sun is coming up! Just stay here, baby, ok?” Taking the human boy’s keys, you run to his car and speed over to your house. As you park in your driveway, you realize your front door is wide open and you can see your house has been ransacked. “Steve?”

Cautiously you step inside, grabbing a knife from the kitchen and holding it out as you look around. As you turn into your bedroom you find Steve passed out on the floor, bleeding from his chest.

“Steve?! No. No, no, no. Baby, wake up! Look at me!”

“Y/N?”, he mumbled at the sound of your voice.

“Fuck! Come on. We need to get you to Eddie.” Throwing his arm over your neck, you try to move him but it’s no use. He’s too heavy. “Please, Steve.”, you cry, finally giving up as you grab the phone to call 911. As soon as your hand makes contact with your device, something hard hits your head as the world goes dark.

***

“There she is. Come on now, Y/N.”, a deep voice urges as your eyes slowly blink open. “There we go. I thought you were never going to come home.”

Taking in your surroundings, Steve is still knocked out in front of you and still alive but his breathing is shallow. You were restrained to your bedframe on the ground with your hands tied behind your back and when your eyes finally landed on your capture, you came face to face with John and Arthur’s father.

“Good to see you again, Y/N. I see you’ve been busy.”, he gestures towards the bloody boy on the floor. “I guess my son wasn’t good enough for you. Where is he?”

“I don’t know.”

A hand flies across your face and you suddenly feel an anger in your belly you know isn’t yours. You must still have Eddie’s blood in you. Glancing out the window you realized it was almost sundown; you just needed to buy time.

“Arthur said John was coming her to confront you about you cheating. Then he disappears. Two days later my son goes looking for his brother over here and then he disappears. That’s not a coincidence, Y/N. Where are they?”

“I don’t know.”

He hits you again and once more that anger rises. You can practically feel the vampire fuming as he paces.

“If I were you, Thomas, I would leave now.”

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Because if you’re still here when the sun goes down, then you’ll be reunited with your asshole sons.”

Kneeling by your side, he holds the knife to your throat making you wince as he draws blood.

“What did you do to my kids?”

“It’s not what I did. It’s what they did to me! John hurt me constantly and the last night I saw him he gave me a black eye before he was ripped to shreds. Arthur fucking shot me before he was killed. I’m glad their gone but I feel bad for them having had you as a father!”

The man kicks your side hard causing you to double over in pain.

“Stop lying, bitch. If Arthur shot you, you wouldn’t be up and moving around like you are.”

Steve’s watch beeps on his wrist and you chuckle as you spit in his direction.

“Last chance to leave.” The front door crashes open as Eddie skids to a stop behind the man. “Too late.”

Closing your eyes, you listen as the vampire murders your ex’s father before there’s a sudden silence and you feel your binds being cut.

“Are you ok?”

“Steve... He needs you.”

You both crawl to his side as Eddie lifts him in arms.

“Steven, you have to drink now, baby, ok?” The boy’s eyes remain closed as his boyfriend shakes him. “No! No, sweetheart, don’t you dare leave me. FUCK! I’m so sorry.”

Lifting him into his arms, Eddie bites into his neck and slurps at his blood as you watch helplessly. After a few moments, he comes off him with a pop and swiftly slices open his wrist, allowing the blood to fall into the man’s mouth.

“Come on, Stevie. Please, baby.”, he whispered. Abruptly, Steve’s eyes snap open as he clings to his boyfriend’s arm and drinks causing the vampire’s eyes to roll back. “Fuck, that’s it. Good boy. Y/N…can…can you move?”

“Yeah, what do you need?”

“Take his keys and head back to our house. We’ll be right—mmm--there but I need you to get those boys out. I don’t…don’t care if they aren’t done.”

Nodding, you sprinted out the front door to do what you were told and sped back to their house.

“We rerouted everything and you guys are up and running again. I wouldn’t worry too much—Jesus. Y/N what happened?!”

“You two need to leave NOW.”

“Are you kidding?! What’s going on? Are Eddie and Steve alright?!”, Dustin shouted.

“YES!”, you lied. “But we need you guys to go to hotel or home. I promise you I’ll make him call you and tell you everything! PLEASE!”

Hesitating for only a moment, they quickly gathered their bags and you watched as they got into their rental car to drive off into the night. As soon as they disappeared, Eddie flew past you and placed Steve on the bed.

“I don’t know if it worked. He just passed out while drinking from me. Fuck. Fuck! I should have gone with you or gotten your things for you. Your house is never safe.” Sensing your guilt, he hastily turns around and cups your face. “No, hey. I didn’t mean it like that. This isn’t your fault, sweetheart. Ok? Shit.”, he flinches as he sways and you carefully guide him to the floor. “He took a lot from me. Can you—”

He didn’t even finish his sentence before you ran into the kitchen to find a bag of blood, tearing it open, and bringing it back to him. As he chugs it back, his black eyes scan you over.

“When I feel better, I can heal you to.”

“No, Eddie. I’m ok. I just want you to focus on you two.”

“Y/N, I woke up after 2 months…I don’t know how long it’s going to take him.”

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That evening, you looked after them both with Eddie refusing to leave his boyfriend’s side. Removing Steve’s shirt, you used a rag to clean the blood from where his stab wound had been and wiped away the mess around his mouth. All of the previous wounds were gone but his breathing was still extremely shallow.

Curling up behind Eddie, you held him as he cuddled up into Steve’s nook and caressed his face.

“Is this what it felt like, baby? When you thought I was gone… I’m so fucking sorry, Steve. You never should have experienced this. It hurts way more than those little fucker’s teeth ever did. Please, come back to me.”, he cried.

The memory of him waking up and feeling alone clouded his mind; the feeling of being lost before hearing his lover’s voice and their song on the little radio.

“'Cause all I can taste is this moment and all I can breathe is your life. So and sooner or later, it's over…I just don't wanna miss you tonight.”, Eddie sang softly before kissing his cheek. “I love you, Steve Harrington.”

***

The sound of thunder startled you awake and as soon as your eyes snapped open they were met with fangs and black eyes staring down at you. His hair was hanging in front of his face and he was still in just his jeans with no shirt. The man’s cold hands were pinning your wrists to the mattress as he hovered over you bent at the knee straddling your waist.

“Steve?”

He growled loudly at the sound of your voice causing the vampire beside you to jerk awake.

“Jesus Christ… it worked.”, Eddie murmured, his eyes quickly taking in the situation before him. “Sweetheart, are you alright?

Steve didn’t move or make an indication that he heard him at all.

“Baby, I can feel how hungry you are. I can take care of you, ok. You don’t need to feed on her.”

You squeaked when his body abruptly shifted as he leaned down to sniff your neck.

“Steven…”, he warned.

“Pretty girl…smells good. Hungry.”

You tried to control your emotions but you couldn’t help the way your pussy clenched as his long, wet tongue licked a line up your throat to your cheek. Steve and Eddie groaned at the same time driving you crazy.

“Mine.”

“Ours.”, the metalhead corrected.

“Hungry.”

“I have food in the refrigerator. You can NOT eat her. She needs to be healed first. She lost a lot of blood yesterday.”

Steve snarled but Eddie wasn’t amused anymore.

“You don’t talk to me or give me attitude, little boy. Vampire or not I’m still your fucking Daddy. Now, let her go or I swear to God I will punish you.”

The boy’s massive, strong palms ran along your head feeling the slight bump and dried blood that remained there causing him to growl again at a much lower register before biting into his skin and shoving his wrist towards your mouth.

Steve moaned when your lips attached to him while you drank, his hips grinding subtly against your core.

“Pretty girl. Hurt.”

“Yeah, Y/N got hurt trying to save you.” Eddie’s eyes fluttered as he tried to control all the intense emotions running through his body right now. He was so relieved that Steve was alive so to speak but he could feel his anger and hunger as well as his desire for you.

Grunting, he forcefully pushed you back against the pillows and glared at his partner with his fury filled black eyes.

“Who?!”

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy took care of him.” The boy nodded before baring his fangs and leaning towards your neck, hovering just so before snarling in frustration and squeezing your wrists tighter. “What’s wrong, Steve?”

“Need…permission…”

The metalhead let out a breathy laugh that bordered between pleasure and relief. His boyfriend was still in there, he just needed to coax him out the way Steve did with him many times before.

“Y/N, princess, are you ok?”

“Yes, Daddy.”, you whimper causing the boy above you to smirk.

“Ok, my good boy. You can have her but when I say stop you have to listen to Daddy, understand?”

Steve nodded, wasting no time as his head fell back beside your neck and his teeth pierced your skin. As soon as his hands released you, you desperately reached between your bodies to push down his pants and move your panties to the side, groaning loudly as you guided his cock into your body.

“Fuck, Y/N.”, Eddie moaned. “I wish you…you could feel what he’s feeling. Jesus…”

Gripping the other side of your neck, Steve’s hips slammed into yours toeing that fragile border between pleasure and pain as you clung to shoulder.

“St-Steve…”

The long-haired boy heard the whine in your tone as tears fell from your eyes.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? D-Do you need to stop?”

“Too much, Daddy.”

“Steve, you have to stop now, ok?”

The man growled when Eddie touched him causing him to growl back.

“Steven!”, you shouted in a firm tone making them both freeze. “L-Look at me NOW.”

Doing as you commanded, he lifted his head and his eyes immediately softened when he noticed the streaks of tears along your cheeks. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you urged him to continue while cupping his face.

“That’s it, baby. I can’t give…give you more blood but you can take me. I’m…I’m so sorry, Steve. This is my fault.”

His head shook as he blinked rapidly, his black eyes receding and his beautiful honey ones pushing forth.

“No…No, honey. This isn’t your fault.”

Hearing his normal, sweet tone broke you as you wrapped your arms tightly around him and he did the same.

“Keep going. Please. I need to feel you.”

Leaning his forehead against your own, he steadily began thrusting into you again at a much gentler rhythm.

“I love you, Y/N. Fuck, I can feel you everywhere. It’s ok. Everything’s alright.”

You both desperately panted into each other’s mouths as he felt your pussy tighten around him as you came, following close behind as you felt him fill you up.

With heavy eyes, you tried to focus your vision but it was too much as the adrenaline left your body and blood loss caught up with you.

“Sweetheart, no. Keep your… Baby?! Open…eyes…”

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Flashes of memories hit you at once.

“Bill, are you kidding? You can’t stay another week just so you can fuck your whore! We have a son to take care of!”

“Mommy.”, five-year-old Steve coos as she slams the phone done after his father hung up on her. “Everything’s ok. I love you.”

“Hey, dad.”

“What is it, Steven? I’m busy.”

Twelve-year-old Steve twirls the basketball in his hand as he carefully enters his dad’s office a bit more.

“I, uh, wanted to tell you I made captain of the JV team.”

“Seriously? That’s why you bothered me? Get out of here and come back when you actually have something good to tell me.”

“Like we’re in love? You don’t love me?”

A teenage Steve’s hand falls from the girl’s face as she tells him their relationship is bullshit. It feels like his heart was shattered as he angrily leaves her behind in the bathroom.

“Ahoy. Welcome to Scoops. I’m your captain Steve. What can I get you?”

“Jesus, that was both pathetic and sexy, Harrington.” The man’s eyes shift up to lock on the metalhead in front of him as his big, tooth filled grin almost blinds him. “Only you could pull that off, pretty boy.”

“Eddie, right? Mumford?”

“Munson.”, the long-haired boy cackles. “I’m surprised you remember that much, sire. It’s not like we floated in similar circles. Plus, you were also an asshole.”

“Yeah.”, he chuckles. “I was. Sorry about that.”

The guitar riff for “Iris” begins to play making Eddie roll his eyes.

“What? You don’t like the Goo Goo Dolls?”, Steve teases.

“No and this song is fucking cheesy as hell.”

Turning on the couch to face him more, the man brings the beer bottle to his lips like a microphone as he begins to sing.

“And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am!”

The metalhead smiles as he playfully cringes causing Steve to laugh harder before crawling forward and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Woah…”

“Fuck. I’m sorry. Did I cross a line? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We can just forget it happened and—”

Ring laced fingers grab his cheeks and kiss him again but much more deeply.

“What if I don’t want to forget?”

“Wait, Eddie. Wait. Um…”, Steve pants as he lightly pushes at his boyfriend’s chest, his cock getting harder as he watches him struggle to pull his lips away from his own.

“What’s wrong, baby?”, Eddie asks as he tenderly runs his fingers through the man’s fluffy hair. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“No, no. I do. I just…I’m nervous. I’ve never…not been with a girl…ya know?”

The metalhead grins at his shyness as Steve’s face blushes bright red.

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart, ok? If at any point you want to stop just say the word.”

After getting the go ahead, Eddie strokes the lube along his shaft a few more times before lining himself up with the man’s entrance and gradually sliding in.

“Fuck, Steve. You’re so fucking tight.” Opening his eyes, he scans the man underneath him whose eyes had also been closed but his eyebrows and nose were scrunched together. “Look at me, pretty boy. How are you feeling?”, he asks when he does what he says.

“S-So fucking good. Hurts a little bit but—Jesus—please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”, he teased, placing his palm behind Steve’s neck as he leaned his forehead on his own.

“Fuck, Eddie. I love you, baby. Just like that.”

The metalhead’s movements faltered for just a second before grinning down at him and kissing his lips.

“I love you to, sweetheart.”

“Oh my god, Steve! What—”

The boy pushes past Eddie into the trailer living room, his dripping wet frame from the rain drenching the carpet underneath his shoes.

“FUCK HIM! He thinks he can tell me who to be or who I can be with?! Fuck. HIM!”

Eddie grabs his arms and forces him to stand still as he looks him over.

“Who the fuck hit you?”, he asked with a tone filled with anger. “Was it Tommy or fucking Jason?!”

“My dad finally caught up with the town gossip.”, he answered sarcastically as he bounced on the balls of his feet. “Said no son of his was going to ruin the Harrington name by fucking a guy let alone the town freak. I told him to fuck off and that you were perfect. He said it was either you or them. If I chose to stay with them I couldn’t see you anymore. I told them I loved you and he hit me. And of course, what does my mom do?! Fucking NOTHING!”

Steve fell to his knees and Eddie sunk down with him collecting him in his arms.

“It’s ok, baby. Everything’s alright. You can stay here as long as you need to. Fuck your parents. You know Wayne doesn’t care.”

Eddie pushed his boyfriend’s head into his chest, trying to soothe him as he continued to cry.

“Eddie! Eddie! No, no, no, no.”, Steve panicked as he slid to the man’s side in the upside down.

“I tried, Steve. I tried to convince him to come through the gate with me. He said he needed to buy more time.”, Dustin sobbed as the earth shook around them.

“Steve, we need to go.”

“Ok, come on, Robin. Grab one of his arms and…”

The girl looked at Nancy sympathetically unsure of what to do. Even she knew they couldn’t carry him through a gate in the ceiling. None of them had the strength especially after being grabbed by the vines.

“Steve, come on. We have to go.”, Nancy urged, pushing down the guilt that weld up in her throat. “We can’t stay here.”

“Neither can he. We can pick him up and I can—”

“STEVE! I’m so sorry.”

“Hey Mina.”

“Hey Renfield. Draculaaaaa.”, you jest, smiling widely when you see him smirk. “Thank you boys again for letting me help with your site. I love doing this way more than any other customer service bullshit.”

“I can imagine. I used to work at an ice cream parlor and a video store. I know how crazy customers can be.”

“I hope it’s alright. Since you trusted me with your whole empire I thought I’d be more vulnerable with you both to.”

The little box with your name suddenly illuminated with your face causing them both to sigh at the same time.

“So…this is me.”, you giggle nervously.

“Pretty girl.”

“Very.”, Steve followed, beaming when you blushed at their compliments.

***

“There she is. Come on, baby girl. Open your eyes, please.”, Eddie urged as he gently rocked you in his arms, trying desperately to hide how worried he actually was.

When your eyes met his, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he tenderly moved some of the hair away from your face.

“Steve?”

“I’m right here, honey. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to take so much. This is so new to me and—”

Your lips cut him off as you crawled into his lap and collapsed shakily in his embrace.

“Let me grab her something to eat.”

“I saw it. I saw everything… your memories flashed before my eyes. You’ve been through too much, baby.” He couldn’t help but smile as he kissed your forehead. “I-I-I felt the love you have for him. How many times you felt like he’s saved you.”

Eddie came back and handed you a granola bar but you just held it in your palm as you sobbed while shifting your focus to him.

“It’s my fault you almost lost him. You both should just go. Grab your things and leave me and LA behind. I’m going to get you both killed.”

Steve growled loudly as he grabbed your face and forcibly turned you to look at him.

“Y/N, what happened wasn’t your fault. What happened with your ex and his asshole brother wasn’t your fault.” Realizing how he was holding you; he swallowed nervously and dropped his hands to your sides. His body twitched and Eddie felt the emotion as he lightly chuckled.

“Yeah, do you see what I mean now when I said it aggravates me that you both feel guilty about things you couldn’t control. You two feel it so strongly to.”

“It’s so weird. It’s like I can almost hear her thoughts but it’s a feeling. You…don’t believe me when I say it’s not your fault. You think your mom’s right about you. That you just ruin everything basically by existing.”

As you looked away in shame, Eddie reached out to lift your chin.

“I get what it feels like to think that. My dad was the same way before he went in but, Y/N, it kills me when I feel you feeling that because—”

“You can’t see how perfect you are… to us anyway.”, Steve finishes.

Silently, you opened the treat he brought you as you waited for them to take care of you. Watching with studious eyes, Eddie licked his thumb and showed his boyfriend how he heals the bites, marveling when the wound disappears.

“I always did it while you were both asleep.” The metalhead scooted forward and cupped Steve face in his hands as the shared a passionate kiss. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, sweetheart. I love you so much, Steve Harrington.”

“I love you to, Eddie Munson.”

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findafight · 2 years

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Au idea I'll probably never write:

Steve as seven au, BUT he escapes at the same time as El in season 1. They get separated after Benny's, when seven tells eleven to run and definitely kills a couple government agents to give her more time.

So the a plot of will being missing and Mike finding El? Standard canon except El is ALSO looking for her brother and is worried about him. She sees that he's mostly safe and tries to help find will but also insists she go to her brother soon.

B plot of barb and Nancy...idk I haven't really thought about how that'd work without Steve's kickback. Maybe they go to a party (like actual party not the five person hangout) together and get separated and no one notices barb disappear from the edge of the lawn. Idk

The C plot is seven, kinda bloody and definitely cold, wandering out into the middle of the street, and one Robin Buckley almost running him over with her bike. She immediately clocks "guy who seems pretty fucked up" about him, and offers him a ride to her house. But Robin has never been the most coordinated of people and biking with a(admittedly probably too skinny) teenage boy sitting in her package rack is hard, and combine that with a guy driving like the devil's after him, they end up swerving of the road.

Eddie steps out, apologizes profusely, and offers them a ride. seven is sceptical, especially when both of them pause when he tells them his name, but does end up in the van. He finally gets a chance to breathe once they get to the Buckleys', and Robin gets him some leftovers.

He sits in front of the tv set to a blank station, tucks his head into his shirt instead of blindfolds, and tries to see El.

He sees her older, with flowers braided through long hair, laughing. Too far. He sees her with short curls, a patterned button down, eating something in a cone beside a mustachioed man. Too far again. He sees her tiny, scared, holding his own small hand. Not far enough.

Finally, finally, he sees her as she knows her now, mostly, standing beside a group of children and in front of a monster in a large room.

Eddie and Robin have no idea why their new friend? Has turned the tv on to static and is hiding in his shirt, but figure he's had a rough day. He pops his head back out, blood dripping from his nose, and grins, telling them he knows where his sister will be.

Anyways blah blah blah El sees where people ARE Steve sees where people have been/will be (based on where/who they are right now. Futura is constantly in motion etc).

Idk season 2 would happen very similar as canon minus stancy break up (they never date and are just friends) (also Steve tells Robin and Eddie he and El are safe and they pass it on to the kids) El finds Kali, Steve fights demodogs, etc etc.

But I want a (pre?) season 3 scene where Robin and Steve are hanging out as soulmates do, door closed because they are discussing Sensitive Subjects (gay shit) and giggling like schoolgirls. Hopper, in all his disappointed dad glory, opens the door and starts in on a rant about keeping the door open three inches.

Steve, bitch that he is, just tilts his head to the side and says "but that is for when we are with people we date. I am not dating Robin."

Hopper, not yet picking up what's happening, sighs. "Kid. It's about propriety. You can't be alone with Robin, because what if you do start dating. Then it's. You have to set an example for El!"(it would be a nice move bringing up Older Brother Responsibility, except...well.)

"but we aren't. I am dating someone else?"

"still need the door open three inches, pal. When El is home, at least"(El is almost always home)

"we do! And you complain about the loud music!"

"wait. Who are you dating? I thought Nancy was dating Jonathan still. She barely comes over." Hopper please pick up what Steve is putting down oh my god.

(hop has forgotten Robin is there and she is trying very hard not to make noise but Steve keeps meeting her eye sometimes because dear god. truly an iconic moment in friendship history.)

"yeah obviously. Eddie comes over all the time, though."

"what does Ed- oooh. Ah. I see. That's why you keep the door open even though he complains."

Steve nods like Hopper is the dumbest man on the planet. He might just be. "Yes. Because you said El had to and she asked why I didn't have to so then I started to leave it open when Eddie was over. At least Eddie doesn't laugh at you to your face"

"Eddie laughs behind my back?"

"he said you didn't know we were dating but I told him of course you knew, the door is open three inches."

Hopper clasps Steve's shoulders and looks him in the eye. "Steve, I need you to keep telling him that. And not mention this very awkward conversation we had."

"because he was right."

"he doesn't need to know that."

That's all I got lmao (also check the tag ramble I added lol)

#steve Harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #el hopper #platonic stobin #steddie #steve and el #steve and hopper #steve is seven #finda writes stuff #hopper versus his childrens' boyfriends and his ongoing mission to have SOME authority over them #but anyway i love steve is seven aus but only really see ones where he escapes before el so thought this would be nest #*neat. also i love hopper adopting steve fics hehe #hop goes to joyce after this and is like. okay so he didnt tell me but thats because he thought i knew am i a bad dad #'hop. what are you talking about' 'steve and eddie are dating' 'yeah. what about it' 'i didnt know'#'theyre all over each other' 'so are him and robin! i thought they were just affectionate!' 'oh my god' 'no one else can ever know joyce'#'eddie sleeps over all the time' 'robin does too' 'the nicknames' 'robin calls steve babe' 'the whispering?'#'once AGAIN he and robin ALSO do that. how was i supposed to know he was dating eddie when he and his best friend also do that stuff?!'#'okay. thats fair jim. but what about the kissing' 'joyce.look into my eyes. he also. kisses. robin.' 'are all three of them dating?' 'no'#'huh. on the lips?' 'sometimes. its a playful smack.' 'and eddie?' 'okay admittedly. now that i think about it. very different than Robin

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prismaticpichu · 3 months

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For your ask! Platonic Seph Zack and 39! 😊❤️

Ahhhhh!!! Thank you, Zim!!! 💕💕 You know what my heart wants to write well shhdhhhhdhh!! <333

Let’s do this!! LATE NIGHT FLOOF TIME!!

Prompt: Things you forgot to say

Patrolling the base had been a part of Sephiroth's duties at ShinRa since time immemorial, wherein every night he took a circuit around both the corridors and training grounds of headquarters in search of any wayward behavior or potential suspicious activity. Seldom was the latter ever found; more times than not, it was drunken fights in the barracks that he ended up having to pry apart—followed by dishing out the appropriate punishment for said "wayward behavior" (also known as enforcing locker room duty upon teenagers who would indignantly not even remember why they were given it the next day). Needless to say, the task could grow very tedious very quickly, especially on nights where there really wasn't anything amiss. He would much rather be sitting in his quarters reading a good book as night turned to deeper night than watch inebriated SOLDIERs wrestle on the floor like burly, helmeted chimpanzees.

So... why was it that he kept doing it after all these years?

Why did he not bestow the honor on other personnel?

Why did he not simply stop, when he had every right and the power to do so?

"...Okay, so! Get this: after the guy gives the dragon some delicious fish to eat, he coughs some up and tries to share the meal with his new friend."

Well, because it finally got interesting after a while.

Sephiroth's lips curled into an amused smirk, one ear listening for any abnormalities while one ear (more intently) listened to Zack recount the plot of his latest film fixation, the sound of armor shifting to the beat of their footfalls ringing in metallic harmony throughout the mazy hallways of the building.

"...Heh," Sephiroth chucked quietly as they sailed down one of these hallways. "I do hope this friend knew better than to eat something regurgitated from a beast."

"Oh no! He ate it. Ate it all."

"...You are kidding."

"Nope!" Zack smiled jubilantly. "He gobbled that fish up so the dragon wouldn't feel bad. And then the dragon gave a big, gummy smile!"

"Oh, Gaia..." Sephiroth shook his head, silver bangs dancing with the motion as the smirk held tight to his lips. "Where do you find these outlandish films?"

"Nooo! It was so good! Really!" Zack took a quick survey around the corridor—doors, doors, a vending machine, a water fountain, some guys playing chess, no monsters, no spies—then exuberantly turned back toward his older friend. "It's so wholesome! They learn to bond and trust each other, even after the guy initially shot him down! He makes a prosthetic tail for him everything—and they go flying together!—but then the guy has to fight a dragon for real in front of his clan, and his dragon pal comes to protect him, and then they have a fight a giiiiiinormous beast together, and the dragon flies into a giiiiinormous blaze to save his friend!! All except for one of his legs, so then they're twinsies with artificial limbs!"

They had rounded another corner by the time Zack was done narrating, officially crossing the threshold from the lounge area and over into the much more scarcely occupied hallway that housed the training facilities. Beads of artificial nightlight were the only thing to illuminate their path as they made their way through the gloom, the air all but still barring the continuous ripples of Zack's infectious laughter, echoing softly yet with an indisputable richness off the steel walls.

"You gotta watch it, Seph. For real! You'd love it."

Sephiroth offered him a playful sidelong glance. "I think I'll have to pass on that one."

"Aww, c'mon. You'd really like it!"

"I just don't think it's necessary."

"What's that supposed to mean? Why not?!"

They continued their trek down the corridor, Sephiroth's smirk growing even softer against the mechanical darkness, green eyes gently aglow with calm and contentment. "Because you just narrated the whole thing for me."

".Wha...? So what!" Zack playfully swatted his arm, his own eyes electric with amusement. "That's so stupid! I can't just tell a movie like an actual movie."

"Heh... debatable," Sephiroth smirked, and then added after a thoughtful beat, "You do have quite a knack for storytelling, you know: very vivid imagery; always equipped with interesting things to say; always know how to deliver such things in an entertaining manner. It's quite the skill."

in a matter of seconds, Zack's expression softened tenfold, the sapphires sparkling. "Aww, shucks. You really think so?"

Sephiroth nodded. "Of course. Why else do you think I allow you to ramble on about your nonsense on patrols?"

"Aww!" Zack chuckled, this time playfully poking his friend's wrist. "Listen to that. You're such a marshmallow!"

Almost reflexively, Sephiroth's tried to steel his expression, the faint trace of coral blessedly veiled by his bangs as he turned his head aside. "...I am not." Marshmallows didn't make for very good Generals, he knew that much.

"Sure you are!" Zack chirped, his lieutenant clearly teasing. "You're the biggest marshmallow I know."

...Oh great. Now he was one of those jumbo marshmallows.

Sephiroth crossed his arms, huffing.

Seeing that the warrior wasn't built for such analogies, Zack backed off on that train, his smile instead brightening to that of genuine pride as he crossed his arms behind his neck.

"Well, anyways, I'm glad I can entertain! That's what Zack Fairs do." He then dropped his hands, tossing the sunny smile at his pal. "What about your stories, bud? How about you tell me something."

Sephiroth blinked in surprise, caught-off guard by the question. "Me?"

"Yeah, you!" Zack chirped. "You hardly ever tell me stories! Think of a real good one."

Thoughtfulness eclipsed Sephiroth's eyes as, for a decent swath of time, he was left to ponder over Zack's words. Not digging for a story to spin, no—but instead musing over the first part of his statement, wondering why he never shared his own stories or experiences when Zack always did so willingly. Ludicrous dreams, wild antics with his friends, even hurtful nightmares... Zack shared them all with him, wholeheartedly and without hesitation. Oh, yes, they were very different people (no question), but it wasn't as if Sephiroth didn't have "interesting" stories to share himself. He had countless, from humorous games he'd seen his men play to eccentric dreams to even reoccurring nightmares that plagued him from time to time. So why not share them? Why couldn't he...?—

No, actually... now that he was thinking about it... he had shared some stories before. Two. One was when Zack was sick, having caught a bug that was going around the base, and he had sat on the foot of his bed recounting an old, victorious battle from the war at Zack's request. And yet... that hadn't been much of a soulful story; more of something to help lull his feverish friend to sleep, an old memory he arbitrary picked out like a nameless book on a shelf. There was no catharsis that came with telling that old battle; there was no sense of relief; there was no burden that was lifted from his heart.

That... that had been when he—

His eyes flickering, Sephiroth lifted his gaze, fading back to the present.

And his heart leapt.

"...Bud?" Zack blinked, noticing his friend had stopped in front one of the gym doors. "You alright?"

Sephiroth's eyes traced the cold stretch of metal, its jaws locked.

"The company training room..."

...That was the only other time he confided in Zack. The only true time when his heart had been genuinely aching, so lost and confused amid Genesis and Angeal's attacks... And Zack had been there, a comforting presence, his aura soothing and kind in spite of all the bitterness that had festered between them. He had listened to him vent wholeheartedly, never once interrupting, even asking follow-up questions to allow him to continue sharing what needed to be shared. He had... he had simply been there—an ear, a shoulder, a net. He had been all those things when no one else was there to be them. He had been all those things when Sephiroth had needed them most. He had been there... and he had made him feel, since the last untainted time he'd seen Genesis, as if he wasn't alone.

Did he... Did he even ever...?—

No.

No…

He hadn’t.

Gaia.

Oh, Gaia…

After all this time, too…

What was wrong with—?

"Hey..." Zack's voice had grown delicate, softened with concern and sympathy, reaching out to place a soothing and kind hand on his shoulder. "You thinking about them again, pal...?"

And Sephiroth turned around, turning toward his treasured friend, watching him reaching out to comfort him.

And he watched that hand, watching it reach for his shoulder.

And he blinked.

And he swallowed.

And he beat that hand to it—

"...Seph?!"

—...And he pulled Zack into his arms, pulling him into a fierce and grateful embrace.

“Thank you..." he mumbled into his friend's hair, cloaked in the comforting night, squeezing the First tight against his chest. "I—I apologize I never said it before. That was... my mistake. My own forgetfulness. Forgive me.."

Meanwhile, Zack had grown stiff in his friend’s arms—not out of fear, not out of discomfort, but out of the complete and utter shock that had engfulfed his entire being—his muscles tensing, baffled beyond words that Seph would ever… ever pull him into an embrace without him being the one to initiate it. Whatever had come over his friend had come on fast, abruptly tearing his heart open between its beats, leaving it gaping and bleeding in the desperate call for solace.

Which was exactly why it was only seconds later that he was sinking into his friend’s arms, melting into his coat, the words finally catching up to the gesture and washing over his ears like a warm, unexpected tidal wave.

“Hey, hey…” Zack gripped the back of the leather collar, understanding that Seph was pretty darn emotional right now. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

Sephiroth shook his head, argent bangs brushing against charcoal. “Don’t be ridiculous. You were there that day. You listened… You listened when no one would. You gave me the space to share. And here I am, all these months later, never once showing you my appreciation for that. Do you have any idea how many times we must have passed that training room on patrol? I… don’t know what is wrong with me. It’s unacceptable. Completely unacceptable. I’m…—“

“—Hey. Bud. Listen to me… okay?” Zack pulled back just a bit, gazing into his friend’s wide and vulnerable and guilty eyes. “You’re my friend. My best friend, Seph. Never do I ever expect thank yous for anything; I do what I do because I love you, and because that’s what buddies do. No other reason.”

Sephiroth swallowed, almost silently. “…No. We weren’t close back then. You deserved to know.”

“I didn’t deserve to know nothing, pal. You were hurting… hurting real bad. I let you vent because that’s what you needed. And—and I never want to speak for you or anything… But you seem a lot better now. So much better than you did all those months ago.” Another smile spread across Zack’s lips, squeezing his friend tighter. “Is that okay to say?”

Another swallow threatened Sephiroth’s throat as he let his gaze drift away, silence dogging, the emerald eyes glossing over in rumination. Was it okay to say…? Of—of course it was. He had never been healthier in his life; his weight had never been better, his skin never a healthier complexion, his eyes never less shadowed. But what did that have to…?—

Small, he turned his attention back to Zack, answering with a question nod. “…It’s an accurate assessment.”

“Good.” Zack’s smile softened, giving him yet another loving squeeze. “Because that’s all I care about, bud. You healing. That’s all I ever want in return.”

“I… I don’t understand…” Sephiroth’s voice was laced with nothing but genuine confusion. “I’m trying to… thank you—“

“I know you are, bud,” Zack returned gently. “And you’re very very very welcome. But I can also tell how guilty you feel right now—that you’re beating yourself up for not thanking me over something from a different universe now. And that makes me sad!”

Sephiroth blinked, slowly. “…It does?”

“‘Course!” Zack nodded vigorously. “I don’t ever want you feeling guilty over anything in our friendship. Because… because you know what? You’re one of the most amazing friends I ever had. And you have been nothing but that since we really started getting close. You don’t have a single thing to apologize for.”

He patted his friend’s back for emphasis, gazing back up at the kind and vulnerable emerald eyes, and the younger First watched with a warm swell in his heart as he saw the guilt seem to dissipate from those Mako irises like stormclouds giving way to the beautiful light of the sun.

And he watched the man slowly smile, a rainbow beyond the haze.

“Thank you, Zack…” Sephiroth said softly, genuinely. “Truly.”

…There is nothing on this planet I did to deserve you.

Sure… he was not going to say it aloud, given all that Zack had just enlightened him with.

But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to believe it.

Concurrently, Zack was lacing his fingers together, locking his loving grip around the warrior’s collar as he pulled Seph close, took a nice deep breath, and rested against the crook of his neck.

“Aww, pal…” he smiled, clutching even tighter. “I love ya.”

He could practically feel the way Seph’s heart bloomed in his chest, the rhythmic drumbeat pressed against his own, blue eyes falling shut in the shelter of his best friend’s arms as he felt Seph’s tighten around him in turn.

And his own heart just about exploded as he rested his cheek against his hair, murmuring so softly as if to not even be detected by the air between them.

“…I love you too, Zack.”

Zack’s eyes were wet and glistening as they fissured open, his smile sloppy and made of dough.

“I’m so glad we’re buds…” he murmured into his neck, muffled but audible in the space between them. “You have no idea.”

“Heh,” came that classic, amused grunt of Seph’s. “Well… I believe you have Ifrit to thank for that.”

“Ooooh! Yeah!” Zack pulled away in a playful, eager jolt, beaming sunrays at his older friend. “Can you tell me about that story?! Y’know, when you found me being all stupid?”

In an instant, Sephiroth’s smirk resurfaced, gazing down at the vibrant and heartfelt teen with a fondness and affinity that could never even be dared captured by the human tongue. “Did I really never tell you that story before?”

“Nope! And I wanna hear it! C’mon!” And Zack was pulling him along, eagerly resuming their patrol as they made their way through the training area and merged into another corridor, the harmonious laughter ringing like kind ghosts through the sleepy night of the base all again.

“Alright, alright, Fair. Patience. Let me see… Well, to begin, never did I imagine that such a somber night would be the very same I met my most precious friend…”

#ffvii #sephiroth #zack fair #crisis core #ff7 #asks #ty!!#pichu writing #ff7 fanfic #final fantasy vii #zackseph #platonic #floof

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"You guys are like a dead married couple on acid."

Y’ALL, I watched Dead Boy Detectives. Which really, should come as no surprise. Because of the whole Neil Gamain thing. But also because that kind of weird is right up my alley.

I have to say, I’m absolutely loving this trend of teen-shows-with-absolutely-wild-shit-happening. This was not a thing when I was younger, and I thoroughly appreciate it. Why did I only have Dawson’s Creek and Sabrina the Teenage Witch and fucking Boy Meets World? Don’t get me wrong, I love all of those but what I really would have benefited from was teen drama with fucked up situations. Gen Z is kind of lucky I guess? (LOL jk except for the entire state of the world, but at least they get good shows…)

Wherein two teenaged ghosts form a detective agency to help solve cases for other ghosts that would otherwise go ignored, while running from death lest they be forced into the afterlife and separated, making friends with a psychic and other humans along the way.

The thing is, you gotta let go with this show. It gets INCREDIBLY weird and you have to roll with it. Edwin’s death by accidental satanic sacrifice? Sure. Crystal the psychic purposely letting a demon possess her? Okay yeah. A supernatural entity that controls all cats in a small town, ridiculously named the Cat King? Harder to swallow, but I guess. A literal crow that gets turned into a boy who loves astrology? Confusing but, go on. Incredibly aggressive and vulgar sprites eventually locked up in a jar? Actually, that’s hilarious I’m good with that.

Truly, it’s absurd. And surprisingly violent. But also, and again no surprise, I was all about the underlying subtext between Edwin, who died in 1916, and his relationship with Charles, who died in 1989. I will always get behind a decades long ‘will they won’t they’ even if it’s between ghosts. Because I’m a fucking sucker for boys maybe being in love. And the entire trope in general. I love love, gang, even if it’s surrounded by horrible things happening. Maybe even more, if it is? I’m not sure what that says about me, but I’m WITH it.

Also there is a TON going on in this show, they cover an incredible amount in 8 episodes. I always appreciate shows that can carry an overall storyline and smaller ones in a good balance. Monster of the week slash lore smushed together is always so satisfying.

I’ve seen some reviews talking about the acting being less than stellar but like, they’re supposed to be kids. Everything is dramatic to kids. Who cares? They carried it as best as they could, and there isn’t anything really that stuck out to me as absolutely cringe worthy. Yeah they look older than they’re meant to but again, who cares. Let go, people.

AND how excited was I to see the actress that played Rowena in Supernatural as the Night Nurse? Absolutely perfect choice. If they get another season I can’t wait to see her relationship with the boys grow.

Thinking about it, maybe I like teen dramas that are absolutely not grounded in reality because it’s easier to stomach the allegories they want you to, that way. Edwin learns to confront his feelings, both about Charles and with the kid that inadvertently caused his death. Crystal struggles with her memory and the person she used to be versus the person she wants to be. Niko has to figure out how to have friends again after becoming a shut-in. Charles struggles with memories from his life and feeling powerless, choosing to paper a happy face over it instead. Jenny has to confront her distrust of literally everyone and her fear of love (even if that went horribly wrong).

I don’t want to be beaten over the head with life lessons (I still haven’t finished Dawson’s Creek, it’s just too much to take sometimes) but I WILL absorb them while characters fight off horrible witches and try to defeat sea monsters. Ya girl clearly needs to be tricked into learning things. Don’t we all? Isn’t it better that way?

I mean, you’re still getting force fed those slightly saccharine sentiments, for sure, but it’s easier to swallow. Gimme a little bit of spice with that sweet, please.

The point is: this show is adorable. Can a show that’s about ghosts and witches and general supernatural fuckery be adorable? I don’t care, it totally is. And it slightly quenched my unending Good Omens thirst for like, a minute, and that’s obviously incredibly hard to do.

So, I’m here for it. Gimme more Dead Boys.

#what g's watching #dead boy detective agency #dead boy detectives #charles x edwin #edwin payne #charles rowland

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soapskies · 1 year

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Hey! I'm after reading your platonic yandere Riddler with a teenager/kid that tried to escape and it got me thinking 🤔.

What would it be like if it was with arkham knight scarecrow?

(Same prompt as riddlers one just with scarecrow)

Please and thank you ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

YANDERE AK SCARECROW CATCHES READER ESCAPING

MALE CHILD READER. PLATONIC HCS.

You couldn’t stop yourself from clenching your fists every time you thought about Scarecrow. Every waking moment you had to spend in his lab was starting to drive you crazy. All the screaming, fighting, fear and helplessness…last time you helped him restrain his victim , you came out of it with deep, ugly scratches on your arms, far worse than previous sessions.

You tried to hide them from Jonathan, god bless anyone who becomes the recipient of his anger, but it’s difficult to keep things from someone who’s worked with all sorts of people in his career, who knew every tell of yours down to the last uneasy twitch. And tears are hard to hide for a child who’s fought to keep their emotions down for so long.

Suffice to say, that test subject never left the session with his face intact. That dose of toxin was far greater than you’d ever seen administered; the poor man writhed and clawed like he was trying to dig it out of his very flesh, and nobody seemed to care that you were standing right there to witness it all…

You tossed and turned all night, wishing your memory could be scrubbed with a sponge. Why did you put up with this? Why would a “father” act so callous? Sure, he may feed you, clothe you, soothe you through your nightmares… but that all must be a front, for a man who enjoyed to watch people suffer.

All you needed was the perfect distraction. Something that would disrupt his routine enough that you would be the last of his concerns.

That’s right. The fear toxin! It would be a real shame if he got a taste of his own medicine.

Scarecrow didn’t mind you exploring all that much, it was only natural for a child, and besides, he was hoping you would start to gain genuine interest in his work eventually.

You knew exactly where he kept his pressurized containers of nightmare fuel. They were sitting in the lab with that macabre exam table, sharing a wall with your bedroom…

So you set up a trap, one that would trigger the room to fill up with toxin when Crane went in for his next experiment…

And while that was going on, you would hopefully be halfway across Gotham

Just as you were about to jump down from the window, you felt your body start to tremble, and suddenly the drop seemed much farther below…

You scrambled back onto your bed, only to be confronted by shadows that ran across your walls and the malicious tentacles of a monster reaching for you from under your bed.

You spent the whole night hiding under the covers, praying for it all to be over, until morning came.

Scarecrow seemed particularly smug the next morning, prodding you about how well you slept.

When you went to check what had gone wrong with your trap, you realized that the containers were purposefully set up so that the toxin would move through the vent connected to your room…

You never tried anything like that again.

Scarecrow wouldn’t be a violent yandere, especially to a child, but he loves to fuck with you.

You always feel like something’s wrong, but you can never prove that Scarecrow had something to do with it. You didn’t dare ask him about the fear toxin incident. You knew it would only confirm to him that you had tried to gas him…

For the most part Jonathan doesn’t punish you for it, only throws your attempts back at you like they were nothing, instilling the fear into you that if you ever tried anything, he is more than capable of hurting you ten times greater.

If you do try to escape again after this, he’ll start to grow worried. Why aren’t you being receptive to his ideas? Hasn’t he been a good father to you? Hasn’t he shown you the power fear holds?

Maybe you wouldn’t mind having your pillowcase laced with his toxins at night… those bedtime monsters sure do keep little boys like you in line, don’t they?

#scarecrow x child reader #jonathan crane x child reader #jonathan crane x male reader #scarecrow x male reader #scarecrow x reader #jonathan crane x reader #tw yandere #yandere

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Okay I'm finally sitting down to properly watch the PJO series so here's an episode-by-episode live blog I guess. (Fair warning, I haven't read the books since I was a teenager, I am a smidge of an apologist for the films, and my favorite adaptation so far has been the musical.)

Episode One:

All of the actors are doing a really good job, I especially like Sally.

The costume design for both the monsters and the humans is pretty killer. I want Percy's sweater.

I also love the little seaside cabin and want to live there!!!

This is such a mild gripe BUT as someone with dyslexia I wish there was a better way to visually depict it without like, doing the swapping letters thing cuz that's just not what it's actually like at all.

Gabe maybe feels a little too funny. Like I'm supposed to hate him and think it's justified that he deserves to be turned into stone at the end, this version of him is really.....toned down, and his banter with Percy and Sally was fun to watch. I should hate him, but really he just came across as unpleasant. Less abusive asshole and more "old married couple who share interests but can't communicate without shouting" you know?

Loved Grover's little "I'm 24 actually" lmao that was great.

Not a fan of Percy immediately recognizing the Minotaur within a millisecond of it appearing before the audience even got a good look at it. Like, I just sat there thinking "how can he even see it?" rather than feeling scared of a big monster barreling at them.

The action is uh....fine? Feels a little lackluster. Or kinda....divorced from the rest of the show weirdly?? Idk it makes me feel like I'm watching a movie of a movie if that makes sense?? But we'll see where they go with it. (I know banter during a fight isn't realistic and people make fun of Marvel for it, but like...it helps to have at least a little talking. We don't wanna be Man of Steel.)

I feel like there's been a few "slightly out of sync ADR" moments but they weren't too distracting.

Pacing into Sally saying goodbye felt a little long, kinda took the shock of her dying out of the scene, but the actress REALLY sold all the emotional beats so I'll forgive it.

I LOVE the credits sequence!!! Reminds me of the designs on that one box set of the books in a really cool way.

Episode Two:

Oh yes the ugly ass neon orange shirts are here bless!

FUCK YES THAT'S DIONYSUS BAYBEEE!! My ONLY note is that he def could have turned up the energy a little, but that's probably just bcs I love how loud and unpleasant he is in the musical and I also know how unhinged this actor can be.

Chiron is such a delight <3

I like the cabins too, way better than how I imagined them as a kid reading the books lol

Oh, I can see why the new fans fell for Luke so hard.

Grover assuming a human being squished would be like an old banana is very funny. Felt very book-humor in a good way.

Clarisse!!

Oh damn actual disabled half-bloods, very cool!

Minor but I can't actually tell what Percy did wrong with the bow? Weird editing I guess.

Aside from that I actually love a good "fuck up" montage, I honestly wish it were a little longer.

Probably doesn't matter but I don't get having them burn the food after they've started eating? I thought that was a before you sit down type thing.

Percy burning the blue candy to try to talk to his mom was sweet tho T_T

"real friends" hahahaha.....yeah.......about Luke.......

yay! hazing!

Oh I love Annabeth already >:D

Thalia.....is pronounced differently than I thought....?

(I'm sorry I'm too much of a fan of 'Tree on the Hill' for this exposition dump. That shit hits harder when coming from Grover.)

Percy giving Annabeth the "actually I suck and my self esteem is riding on this so like pls don't ask me to do anything hard T_T" talk is just, so good lmao

ofc he doesn't know what's going on Annabeth you didn't tell him anything

Okay the action is a lot better when it's between the actual characters and doesn't involve a 3D monster, though I still had trouble following all the hits Percy was taking.

Oooh I can see why people did so much art of Percy being claimed that was a good shot.

FUCK YEAH TELL HIM YOU'RE SALLY JACKSON'S SON

(I hope they kept the Oracle in the attic...)

Okay I have to go do some things and then I'll be back for more!

#long post #loo watches pjo #pjo spoilers

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jassylife · 24 days

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New ocs^^(they are the main now :D but not replacing my most main oc which yall know is Jassy)

again y’all not replacing Jassy but they are the new main ocs now, some of my teenage ocs are the mains oc for example: Dean, Jassy, Noah, Annie, Brain, Tina, and others so these 3 are now the other main

Ocs names: Yulia: the Russian girl wearing pink and white looking feminine. Batty: the cute lil bat plushie flying wearing black clothing(he literally my fav😔✨ also not replacing Jassy to be an fav oc) Kaa: the orange and red viper

(plz be aware that he isn’t like those ocs that are called “Kaa” for some reasons that you seen those gacha hypothesis snakes videos so ye he isn’t like them instead he is inspired by Medusa the Gorgon from mythology)

for Kaa again he is inspired by Medusa from Greek Mythology for those who might know her imma tell you in the comments because it might take you longer to read(for those who didn’t understand English that much might translated or ignore it) he been sexually abused by his abuser(just like Medusa, they both got tape by their abusers unlike Medusa Kaa is still a viper, also his abuser isn’t an water element creature or monster) he been tape and abused sexually, when going to school his friends sees his scars and bruises on his body(including bite marks) 5 weeks he been treated unfairly by his abuser while in Jassy’s adopted mansion, Jassy went to him and the maid washed him and Jassy heal him and talking about him and his abuser for him, for example like “Why would you date that dumbo? He so stupid and so sinful to be with someone who is kind like you?” Or “you deserves better than him, you need someone who loves you more than anything” when she was taking him home Jassy give Kaa’s abuser that creepy yet scary and eerie look(the look that Death(Jassy’s grandfather) used to smiled at his victims smiling to get her revenge for Kaa) one night she broke in Kaa’s abuser house while the abuser was getting drunk, She pull out an bat and hit him so hard, he was awake in two hours and was sitting in the front in his car but Jassy was driving it and crashing it into the tree, she burn him alive to watch him suffer, after done burning him she started to unaliving him till he is dead, so ye Jassy saved Kaa from abuse

Yulia is an Russian girl, her dad was an military soldier to war, Yulia and her family went to USA to find some peace while her dad was in Russia trying to fight the war, she didn’t have any trauma but she suffer from the Russo-Ukrainian(for those might know that war, also she was inspired by the kids who are Russian or Ukrainian who suffer from the Russo-Ukrainian war and their dads stayed in Russia or Ukraine to fight off the war) weeks later she was sleeping and heard an noise from the kitchen and found an knife on the floor cover in blood, when she was walking the halls trying to find her mother, Doppelganger was stalking her and she knows that the Dopperlganger was stalking her and she called the police, they didn’t find him expect they found an body of children who also suffer from the war, she kept having nightmares of the Doppelgänger was gonna kill her

Batty is an bat plush toy who was been treated unfairly by an middle aged man who created him, one rainy day he left Batty in the trash, but luckily the mother of an 3 year old child found Batty and give her son as an gift to play with, the boy was happy growing he kept playing Batty and Batty feel like he been loved, years later Batty was sitting near by his new owner and heard an growl, it was Darker and then killed the boy and his mother, one little did Darker did not know that Batty was an alive plush doll, Batty escape the house but didn’t want to leave the boy side, 2 years later he started to live in his house where he been loved by his second owner suffering through pain of losing his owner that he been loved, one day an family moved to the house and they have two daughters and one son, the kids went the basement and found Batty and started to play with him, Batty feel like he was loved again after years, every night Batty tried to get rid of Darker to save his new family and his new owners

Here are the drawings I made for them

#Jassylife #gacha club #ocs #new ocs #artwork #art #doodle #Snake #russian girl #bat plush

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Thoughts on S3 Ep09!

Went to Universal last week on Wednesday so I missed watching it this week, couldn't watch it until today and oh my god,,,

Ignorance really is bliss <3

It's slowly getting harder and harder to bring myself to watch the new episodes ahaha

Anyways, spoilers and my incoherent screaming under the cut!!!

So I was like a puddle on the floor the entire episode

Ventress spoke and I melted,,

I love her so much I'm so glad she's back and I hope she comes back PRETTY PLEASE

SO M COUNT WAS MIDICHLORIANS!!! I mean,, that much was obvious but we're one step closer to having answers!

Wrecker and Crosshair helping out the Pabu civilians :(

Also noticed how fucking,, big Wrecker looks compared to Crosshair,, aahhhhhaaaaa big,, big man, big guy,,

Crosshair being like, "We aren't going to hand her over" AAAAA he really is worse than Hunter,, fucking love him

Ventress just,, being able to find them so easily and get onto Pabu without anyone noticing makes me,, so nervous,, oh my god

WRECKER FOLDING HIS ARMS ACROSS HIS CHEST AFTER SEEING HUNTER AND CROSSHAIR HOLDING THE SAME POSE?!?!

WRECKER STEPPING UP AND PUTTING HIS HANDS ON OMEGA'S SHOULDERS WHEN VENTRESS MENTIONS FORCE WEILDING?!?

Wrecker just,, fucking doing ANYTHING?? I love him

Ventress is actually really tall-

tall,, tall woman

AND HER GAY ASS HAIRCUT OH MY GOD

"Clearly none of you are normal" LMAOOO

I was like,, "hey why don't they recognize her?? they were fighting in the same war???" and then Crosshair was like "I went through Tech's files" or whatever and :(((

Tech mention :((( I miss him more and more everyday

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT FIGHT SCENE?!?!?!

HOLY SHIT!!!!!

want that fight scene injected into my blood

SHE SLAPPED WRECKER?!?!

she kicked their asses oh my god

fuck I loved that

Meanwhile Omega's on a scavenger hunt

I felt like I was watching Karate Kid

Omega not knowing who/what she is :(( and wanting to figure it out and have answers :( MAN.

WRECKER CHEERING ON OMEGA WHILE SHE WAS TRAINING!! it was so sweet but also hilarious because it made me think of how Chopper and Zeb would MAKE FUN of Ezra while he was training (I love my space families)

Omega trying to convince them to trust Asajj,, fucking,, "I never gave up on you, didn't I?" SHUT THE FUCK UP :(((((

With every episode I love Crosshair more and more and it's fucking DAMNING as all hell because I will not be able to handle anything remotely bad happening to him at this point

fuckin,, something,,, about,,, Hunter,, on his back,,, legs spread with the,, lightsaber in his face,,, fuck,, fuck fuck

I'M TELLING YOU MAN I WAS A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR THE ENTIRE EPISODE

WE MAYBE DIDN'T GET WET HAIR HUNTER BUT WE GOT WET HAIR ASAJJ AND I THINK THAT'S OBJECTIVELY BETTER!!!

Omega is just collecting like,, mentors/parents like Ezra,, I fucking love it,, she comes across adults who are like,, "fuck it. I'm adopting this kid" and Hunter's like "NO!"

Omega is just a teenager I love her so much - "Ventress is bad." - "Okay, but-"

WHY IS THERE ALWAYS A BIG MONSTER?!?!?!

RAAAAAAAH SO SHE IS FORCE SENSITIVE?!

look,, I feel like,, that training wasn't nearly enough to determine the right levels and honestly I'm still confused

ASAJJ YOU BETTER COME BACK

I was like begging for her to stay because I know shit is going to go down on Pabu and they could use her help :(

but also I'm selfish and want to see her more

"But I've got a few lives left" - RAAAAAAAHHH

Also Crosshair helping Omega and Asajj up onto the Maurader :((

I love Crosshair :((

The last two episodes have been relatively,,, calm? Like the calm before the storm and that makes me fucking TERRIFIED for this week's episode oh my god

#asajj ventress my queen #mwah mwah #COME BACK ALREADY I MISS YOU #sigh #SIGGHHH #anyways #tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #asajj ventress

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(LONG POST!-WEDNESDAY THEORIES!)okay I REWATCHED Wednesday and YES TYLER WAS GROOMED AND ABUSED AND LITERALLY TURNED INTO A MONSTER BY this psycho woman and he needs help(and he actually sends many signals to his dad during the season, but his father never hears them). And YUP, he thought Wednesday was sending him signals, but in a way W subconsciously kind of was. Oh, and I’m happy to report that i still ship Wednesday both with Enid and Tyler(still), AND YES THERE WERE SO MANY SIGNALS ABT TYLER BEING THE HYDE(like the anger and hurt we see on his face while he talks to his father, or when he waits for Wednesday and stares at the picture where His Mom is too, not only Morticia, or when we see him scream in the bath-just to name a few/same for Ms.Thornhill/LaurelGates MANY signals if you know what to look for).

But THIS POST is going to be about Tyler and his feelings for Wednesday, because I thought about it a lot, and paid so much attention while rewatching.

Let’s begin from the very end. Season 1 ends with two cars passing each other, Wednesday in one, and Tyler in the second, and it’s such a clear foreshadowing by the writers of the series that these two will be very closely involved one way or another in the future seasons for sure. Then the beginning of the final episode. When Tyler is still lying about being Hyde and letting Xavier be blamed for it all. He says, “I’m not a monster and even if you really thought I was-Why would you risk bringing me out to the woods to confront me alone?” (he’s so WEDNESDAY IF YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I AM WHY THE HELL ARE YOU HERE ALONE WITH ME RIGHT NOW? like PLS. there’s a part of him that CARES A LOT.) “Fine my mom was a monster but..” and “You stole her medical records?” and “Wednesday, please” and he’s begging Bianca to not leave him alone with W. She’s literally torturing him to get the truth out and he just won’t say it. And I don’t think it’s because he can’t do so. If his “master” would forbid it, he wouldn’t tell Wednesday later at the sheriff’s station. He’s hurt and emotional and just, in general, being his usual teenager Tyler, who’s being tortured but won’t stop it (he has a way to stop it) because he wants to spend more time with Wednesday?? as messed up as it is, there’s no other explanation. He wants to be the normie Tyler for a little bit longer, and not a full Hyde 100% yet. There’s this scared kid in him and yeah, he’s still there. We see his full confession in this vid, in this post. But before that there’s “We-Wednesday, wait-” and he runs after the girl who has just tortured him! And he tells his father that he needs to talk to her because she was his friend. And I don’t think he’s lying there. He could have confessed all and be like Ms.T/LaurelG, be like “Okay fine ENOUGH OF THE HIDING what the hell I’m this and I did that because..” and Tyler didn’t confess. He lied. Holding on so much to this old version of Tyler, and even now confessing, there are tears and the look on his face, as if he’s heartbroken because he knows this is it. The end. The moment when he loses Wednesday as a friend, the moment he loses himself as just a normie Tyler completely when all he’s about is to listen to “his master” because he HAS TO listen. But about that one, in the final episode as well. She told him to wait by the boat(?-what was that about was she planning to escape with him after bringing Crackstone back to life or?) BUT TYLER WASN’T BY THE BOAT. He was in the woods. Alone. Not in the Hyde form. And he said to Wednesday, “Laurel said you’re dead” and he obviously didn’t believe it since he was in the woods literally WAITING FOR WEDNESDAY, and he goes to her telling her she’s like a cockroach, and there’s this moment when he’s just kinda staring intensely BEFORE turning into Hyde and actually (for the first time FOR REAL I believe) trying to HURT Wednesday, and then Enid comes and he fights with her BUT that was the moment when he had no other choice but to fight Wednesday and he still slowed it down. If this doesn’t mean he actually likes her alive I don’t know what that means truly.

you can see this scene HERE: https://yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere.tumblr.com/post/702717033699311616/i-could-name-tons-of-weyler-scenes-that-showed

Now, Let’s go back to the very beginning ep1, when they meet. He doesn’t know WHO SHE IS yet, we see his sarcasm in the way he talks with her, and his interest too, while she fixes the machine. And then he decides to help her leave town FOR FREE. So like, ep1 we have like.. his 3rd victim I believe. We see his face break for a moment when he tells her that he WISHES HE COULD LEAVE TOO, and that AT LEAST ONE OF THEM WILL GET OUT OF THIS TOWN. and then he steals her father’s files from his father. I doubt LG would tell him to do this since she only wanted to mess up Wednesday and Sheriff’s investigation later when they had some actual proof. And then at the festival(?) W runs after Rowan, and Tyler as Hyde comes and attacks Rowan BUT NOT WEDNESDAY. and it’s the first sign he likes her (funny how Wednesday herself called it out-Monster liking her and not attacking her-only to Xavier bc she thought he’s the monster). Because at this point-so early on-I doubt Ms.T would tell him who Wednesday is and what she needs from her in the finale to resurrect Crackstone AND the whole “made you feel special” miss T mentioned to Wednesday was for sure abt her own doing and this kind and helping teacher and not Tyler’s. Yes, he was probably supposed to watch what W does and when, but I doubt he was supposed to get as romantically involved as he had. (but more about it later)

Ep.3. Outreach day. Tyler proposed he would go with Wednesday and she said no. And then THE HYDE SHOWS UP to the very place where W went. And i’m sorry-but Ms.T/LG would NEVER send a monster to hurt Wednesday if she needed her at the end to succeed with her agenda. This means Tyler as the teenage boy-whom he still was and is-was just angry Wednesday wouldn’t take him along, so he went along as the monster??

And one more thing-I’m not sure if it was episode 3, 4 or even 2, but he was so smiling and happy when he told W “You’re really becoming obsessed with this monster in the woods kind of thing” and he WAS SO HAPPY because-again-as messed up as it was-he was the monster and she was obsessed so as a teenage boy who’s clearly interested in this girl he’s happy because she’s IN A WAY interested in him. It’s such a small detail but I find it hilarious and it actually proves so deeply how Tyler, even as The Hyde listening to the “master” was just a normal teenage boy as well.

ep.4. The dance. Yes, Thing kinda invited Tyler who was angry TRULY that W was going with Xavier. Yes Wednesday had more important stuff on her mind-searching THE CAVE. Yes, Eugene came and said it. And yes, Tyler probably had let Ms.T/LG know. BUT HE WAS AT THE DANCE with Wednesday, dancing with her, looking at her the way he was, and he told her THE TRUTH about what he did to Xavier and “why”. And what i TRULY LOVE about this small talk was that he admitted he was checking her, and he learned what she has done to get expelled from her last school and when she said she would have done more, he said he KNEW THERE WAS A REASON HE LIKED HER. And at this moment there’s a connection between them, just two very messed-up kids who sometimes enjoy doing bad things. I think this scene was very essential to their entire relationship. Because at this moment W knew Tyler isn’t just a “sweet and kind normy” and Tyler knew for sure that Wednesday is a strong adversary.

And THEN the HYDE attacks Eugene after Ms.T/LG burns the cave. AND THE HYDE DOESN’T KILL EUGENE. why? Because Wednesday is close by? It hasn’t stopped him before. So why then? Maybe because he KNOWS Eugene is important to Wednesday?

ep.6. Tyler “delivered” the cake, knew what Wednesday liked and he MADE it himself. He went investigating with her and Enid to the Gates House. And YES he did this entire misdirect “I’m not the Hyde, look, he has hurt me” but he didn’t hurt Wednesday. Enid. Or Xavier. He didn’t hurt anybody then. Maybe because nobody ordered him to. Maybe because he didn’t want to.

And finally ep7. Which I believe is the most crucial in Wednesday-Tyler’s relationship. The ep begins with the Mayor’s funeral (who Ms.T/LG killed completely THIS TIME) and I don’t think Tyler pretends to be upset. The Mayor is one of his father’s friends. So he knew the man his whole life. This loss hurts. He’s upset and he glances toward Wednesday, even more upset he can’t talk to her, since his father is watching and he doesn’t want them to talk after Tyler “got hurt because of her recently”. AND THEN WE HAVE Ms.Thornhill/LaurelGates doing. She wants the diary from W’s room. So she needs W out (and stabs THING IN THE BACK), but I’m certain all she told Tyler was like “distract her so I could blah blah blah” and not “Throw this whole movie night and after you two can kiss” because NO. That’s unrealistic. and Tyler WENT ALL THE WAY TRULY.. (would he really REALLY try this hard just to gain something from Wednesday?? We’re talking about a teenage boy here. He LIKED HER TRULY.) preparing this wonderful date/picnic in the crypt with all these lights(so many lights there) and THE MOVIE, Legally Blonde, which he KNEW would be torture to Wednesday, and he knew she will like it. Because he has taken so much damn time to GET TO KNOW WEDNESDAY. and honestly, between working as a barista? and listening to his “master” and killing as The Hyde? AND all the arguing with his father? Plus, we didn’t see it, but Tyler had to go to some normy school, correct? So I just REFUSE to believe he went after Wednesday just to make her distracted, due to order. No. Too much hard work. Too much wasted time. And it’s a teenage boy. Just NO. There was a genuine interest. And some real feeling involved.

What has he gained by not telling his Father about Wednesday’s Uncle Fester being in town and hiding? Nothing but her TRUST. And yes, Wednesday shared SO MUCH with Tyler only because he was so patient and kind and because he gained her TRUST. And her trusting Him means NOTHING to Ms.T/LG final plan. She didn’t need Wednesday liking Tyler or trusting him or whatever. She needed Wednesday in some places, and that’s all. And the whole “patient emergency” Dr.K told Wednesday about? I think it was Tyler, because then she opens the bathroom door(?) I believe, and THERE’S THE HYDE. Because, yup, Dr. was figuring it out. And also Tyler and Wednesday almost kissed before and it’s a LOT for a teenage boy. I can’t even fathom how does it feel to a boy who has two personalities inside and who knows somebody else is completely controlling him and he can do nothing but listen. Plus, he’s SURPRISED when Wednesday comes to him, and when she says, in her words, I guess, that she wants to be more than friends. And she kisses him first. He never forced himself on her. And even before when Sheriff interrupted them in the crypt, they were BOTH going for a kiss. And definitely, Ms.T/LG wasn’t “making Wednesday feel special” by ordering the teenage boy she controls to kiss W. Because that would be another level of psycho.

So yeah, I believe Tyler sees Wednesday as a lethal adversary, and he has a lot of respect for her because of that. As both Tyler and the Hyde. Then as Tyler, he likes her truly and he sees many similarities between them and this part of him truly thought of Wednesday as a FRIEND, and as a teenage boy, OF COURSE, he simply wanted more than friends, which is normal. But as he goes deeper and deeper into Hyde and all the anger and hatred and crazy.. he’s also upset because he realizes he just can’t be like other normal teenagers. As Hyde, he sees Wednesday as the problem. An intriguing one, but still, a problem. I’m really curious about where his storyline goes in the future seasons when Ms.Thornhill/LaurenGates is no longer “master” and he’s just Tyler/Hyde traumatized, angry, hurt, and abused teenage boy. I would love to see him reaching out FOR HELP to Wednesday or W reaching out to him, to help, and both ot them acknowledging how they are in so many, many ways similarly fucked-up.

CONGRATS IF YOU READ IT ALL. I wrote it mostly for myself to sort my thoughts about this, but yeah CONGRATS.

And absolutely NO HATE toward Tyler Galpin, he’s just a traumatized teenage boy who was groomed and abused by a super psycho woman, and just right under his father’s nose. And Wednesday’s-who was supposed to be his friend-kinda too.

+UPDATE: what reason Tyler had to talk to Bianca to ask her to take a gift from Enid back to Wednesday and what reason he had to obviously get upset when Bianca asked, “Aren’t you her boyfriend” and he said, “Definitely not”(ep6). Was this a part of MissT/LG plan to “make Wednesday feel special”? while Wednesday wasn’t even there?

Please.

THIS POST-100% agree: https://at.tumblr.com/darklinaforever/tyler-galpin/puo1261b0q7c

AND !!!: https://at.tumblr.com/darklinaforever/me-remembering-that-seemingly-insignificant-scene/hb4t07kgk133

AND THIS POST-SO SMART: https://at.tumblr.com/chrisevansstitties/the-more-i-watch-the-more-interesting-it-gets/2gfiegqk2x5m

THIS. so funny BUT SO TRUE: https://at.tumblr.com/thingaddams4/help-tyler-leaned-in-to-kiss-wednesday-again-when/ivofk0jouorr

also YEAH: https://at.tumblr.com/diamantdog/okay-but-hear-me-out-here-theres-something/tu0phjwpe6j7

ALSO THIS POST: https://at.tumblr.com/natliecole/listen-its-the-way-she-doesnt-like-physical/9rhqfo5g3cul

ALSO THIS POST: https://at.tumblr.com/chrisevansstitties/tyler-i-cant-be-bought-galpin/l6a8o0ftlotk

AND THIS: https://at.tumblr.com/np-c/im-a-strong-believer-that-both-tyler-is-truly-in/mb34izrz584s

AND THIS POST: https://at.tumblr.com/thingaddams4/what-do-you-mean-wednesday-asked-xavier-to-the/mt99vfrem63m

https://twitter.com/ThisIsGSage23/status/1603436131906994183?s=20&t=q7ZmF4U8B-Tf6kWpE4B2IQ

https://twitter.com/ThisIsGSage23/status/1603437605869080576?s=20&t=q7ZmF4U8B-Tf6kWpE4B2IQ

+EDIT, Sept 2024, anyhow♥

love them both, cant wait for S2!

#wednesday #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #wednesday x tyler #wednesday enid #wenclair #wyler #weyler #jenna ortega #tyler galpin #tim burton #hunter doohan #wednesday theories #wednesday season 1 #wednesday season 2

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threewaywithdelusion · 2 years

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I Would've Liked To Know You: Max

(Warning for major character death (Steve) that occurs before the fic starts, implied/referenced child abuse (Max, nothing on page). This is set in 2002).

Max got the stranger who had given her a ride to drop her at the edge of the cemetery. Her cell phone rang — probably Lucas again, wondering where she was — and she switched it off. She couldn’t handle talking to him. Not yet.

She made the walk across the fields of the cemetery from memory, pulling her coat closed around her. It was early October and it was chilly in Hawkins. She’d forgotten, since moving to California, how cold it could get here.

Max passed the part of the cemetery where she knew Billy was buried, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

She kept going until she reached the far corner of the cemetery. It had been described to her before — the headstone was under a huge tree, which bloomed with flowers in the spring. She ran her fingers over the letters carved into the rock, confirming she was in the right place.

Steven James Harrington

November 13, 1966 - September 17, 1986

Son, friend, hero

She had long since memorized the words on the headstone.

Maybe she should’ve felt guilty, visiting Steve and not Billy, but she didn’t. Because Steve was more her brother than Billy ever had been.

She folded her cane and took a seat on the grass, a foot away from the headstone.

“I don’t know why I’m here,” Max said. That was a lie. “I mean, I know a little. I didn’t, like, run away and board a flight from California and then take a bus down here from Indianapolis for no reason.”

Max fiddled a bit with her cane, folding and unfolding it. She hadn’t said it out loud yet. Had barely admitted it to herself.

But she’d come all this way to talk to Steve, dammit, so she was going to get her shit together and do it.

“I’m pregnant,” she said. She gave a little laugh. “You’re the first one to know. I haven’t even told Lucas yet.”

Her phone felt heavy in her pocket. She hadn’t told Lucas where she was going. She’d taken the pregnancy test in a pharmacy bathroom and then had to ask the teenage girl behind the checkout counter to tell her if there were two lines. The girl had said yes, sounding judgmental. Which was maybe fair given that all she knew was that Max was in the kind of situation where she was taking pregnancy tests in a public bathroom when she couldn’t even read the stupid results.

Max had gone home, not slept for a week straight, then picked a fight with Lucas and run away, all the way from Los Angeles to Hawkins.

“I’m, uh. I don’t know if you can feel time passing, but I’m thirty-one. This isn’t a teen pregnancy or anything, and Lucas has a job and we haven’t broken up in years. It’s not… it’s- I should be ready for this.”

Max cleared her throat. The wind was blowing, cutting through her jacket and making the trees rustle. Max hated trees. She hated forests. They all made her think of the Upside Down. She loved the never-ending concrete of Los Angeles, the only nature the beaches and the ocean that she still loved.

When she was in California, it was easier to pretend that everything that had happened in Hawkins had been a bad dream. That she and Lucas were fine and normal and had never killed or fought or watched loved ones die.

“I’m scared,” Max admitted. “My dad left and my mom tried, but she was never good enough. Neil yelled and Billy hurt me and how the fuck am I supposed to take that kind of upbringing and believe I’m someone who can care for a kid?”

The funny thing was that even without the monsters, Max would have been fucked up. She’d had to explain it to Lucas — how when he was silently angry it was worse, because she kept waiting for the moment he’d snap. How he could put down a plate too hard and she’d flinch, scared he was about to grab her or shove her around. How an empty fridge made her heart clench, even after years of always being able to afford food.

She wasn’t fit to raise a baby. Especially not Lucas’s kid, who should have everything good in the world. Lucas would be an amazing dad, would play games with the kid and teach them basketball and tell stories while doing funny voices, like he did for his DnD characters.

Max knew he wanted a kid. She also knew he hadn’t said anything because he knew she wasn’t ready. That she might never be ready.

And then fate or a broken condom had gone and put her in this situation anyway.

“I thought about getting an abortion,” she told Steve. Maybe it was fucked up, but it was easier to talk to Steve’s grave. Steve had been so patient with her when she’d been a teenager, always offering to listen to her problems, and she’d turned him down time and time again, staying silent and refusing to let him help her.

“But I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to be a shitty mom, so maybe it’s the right thing to do. But I keep trying to picture my kid for some reason. And I see this little girl with warm brown eyes and my round cheeks and Lucas’s huge smile and some part of me wants that. I want to have a baby that’s half me and half Lucas and I want to do right by her.

I was lying awake, trying to figure out what I wanted to. Thinking about my shitty childhood. And then I thought of you.”

Max set her cane down in the grass, smiling faintly at Steve’s headstone.

“I thought of the way you drove me around and patched up my skateboarding injuries and bought me milkshakes when I was said or angry but didn’t want to talk. I thought of the groceries you bought me when Mom was too drunk to remember or when there wasn’t enough money, even though I never asked and always said I didn’t need your charity. And you fucking saved my life, over and over again, like that’s a normal thing to do. You jumped in front of a demodog for me when you hadn’t even known me for a day. You didn’t even know my name.”

There was a lump building in Max’s throat, tightening so much that it hurt to talk. But she had to. It had been so hard to start and now the words were just spilling out.

“We always used to call you Mom, and we were teasing. Making fun of you cause you were some popular basketball guy but you also heckled us about our manners and picked us up from school and shit. And you acted all offended, but I saw you smiling a few times. You liked it,” she told the headstone accusingly. “You liked being our mom.”

The headstone didn’t say anything, but Max knew that if Steve were here he would be denying it, committed to the bit that he wasn’t their parent, just a reluctant babysitter.

Max cleared her throat. “And I was thinking… God, you were just a fucking kid. Like, I’m thirty-one and I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. And you were nineteen, with seven kids and a monster dimension under your feet and you were still a good mom. So like, I guess I didn’t just have shitty parental figures in my life.”

Max glared at the headstone, as if daring it to judge her for being emotionally vulnerable. Not that Steve would have done that, even if he hadn’t been a bunch of bones in a coffin buried under the grass she was sitting on.

Steve would have probably been proud.

“So I’m gonna do all that shit,” Max said. “Drive the kid around and kiss her boo-boos and buy her milkshakes when she’s feeling bad. All the things that you did. And I guess maybe that means I can be a mom.”

She blinked and a tear rolled down her cheek. She wanted to swipe it away, but she didn’t. Steve deserved to be cried over.

They’d all moved away from Hawkins. Max only saw the town these days in her nightmares. But Steve’s grave was still here and sometimes it felt like they’d abandoned him. Even if there wasn’t a him left to abandon. Even if he would’ve wanted them to go, to escape this helltown and chase better lives elsewhere.

He’d been gone sixteen years. More than half her life.

It hurt to miss him still.

“I wish you were here,” Max whispered. “I wish I could talk to you for real. I wish you could tell me I’m not crazy for thinking Lucas and I can do this.”

Max let herself fall apart a little bit, crying over the future that would never happen. Steve would never come watch the baby so she and Lucas could go on a date night or finally get some sleep. He would never get to be the fun uncle, or the one her kid ran to when they were pissed at her and Lucas for some teenage drama. To her, he would never be anything more than a memory. To her child, he would never be anything more than a story about a long-dead stranger.

Max leaned forwards so she could touch the headstone, running her fingers over the letters that spelled out Steve’s name.

“You would’ve made a great Uncle Steve,” she whispered.

She bowed her head against the gravestone for a moment, resting her forehead against the cool rock.

Then she stood, wiping the tears off her cheeks and the grass stains off her jeans. She extended her cane and made her way out of the cemetery, pausing by the gates to turn her cell phone back on.

It kept dinging with missed calls, but Max ignored that, dialing a number by heart.

“Max?” Lucas’s voice was warm and concerned and so full of love that she almost started crying again.

“Lucas,” Max said. “I’m in Hawkins. I, uh, I had to talk to Steve.”

Lucas was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “Are you okay?”

Max nodded. “Yeah. I’m okay. I’m coming home.”

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