#also where did all the stupid nicknames come from? what is the deal with that?

[technicolorxsn]

originally this was just a reply on my friends post but honestly I was kinda right so I'll make my own post

I wonder if all the "sorry you had to draw jimmy" jokes have to do with people's desire to look away from rape and rapists, even in a story heavily featuring rape people can't stand to actually confront the topic without deflecting from it in some way or another

[marrycv]

Pick up your phone!

paring : toxic!ellie x toxic!reader

warnings : Mention of weed, alcohol. Ellie’s punishment with sex. Mention of nudes. Oral (e!receiving), fingering (r!reveiving). Language, nicknames such as : slut, doll, angel, baby, bitch, motherfocker (and others). mention of yn like twice. Mention of cheating and lying and many other bad things 😅. Ellie and reader are NOT healthy, do not romanticize their relationship, its fucked up. Porn w out plot? (kinda). Both reader and ellie are mean and does fucked up shit. 18+

summary : You wait Ellie again. she’s late for 4 hours and she wants to make it up to you. But you didn’t want to fall in her arms this time- which you obviously lost at trying to do. Ellie’s mad and has a punishment for you when she was in the wrong, and you had every right to be mad at her.

kinda a scrap this is bad 🙏

short asf

you :

00:12 - Ellie, where are you?

00:34 - Ellie istg answer me!!

1:02 - c’mon you said you’d come over today

Els 🖕🏻:

1:55 - im omw

1:57 - dont bother.

2:01 - im sorry im late

2:01 - you’re always sorry, dont come home and go fuck one of your stupid fangirls

2:02 - im coming over

2:02 - i said no

2:03 - c’mon lemme make it up to you 💋

2:05 - im gonna block you

2:32 - yn? !message not delivered!

“fuck” Ellie mumbled under her breath, going out of the studio and jumps in her Truck. going over speed’s limit and then knocking hard enough on your apartment to wake up everyone else in the combo.

you get up from your bed, unable to sleep due to waiting for her all night.

you open your door and when you see Ellie standing in front of it, smelling weed and alcohol, you know she wasn’t gonna be easy to deal with tonight.

“Ellie go home, its 3 in the morning…”

“cmon let me in baby” she said in a whisper, almost sounding like a whine.

You and Ellie’s relationship was complicated- that was what you were saying to your friends, because the amount of time you two broke up, that she cheated on you, that you would expose her nudes on internet, that she would sleep with a stranger just to piss you off and somehow you’d still let her come back in your arms- as she did the same with you. you would do shitty things as well, like saying to all of her fans that the concert was cancelled or that it changed location. you could also post on twitter her worse secrets when you learned that she cheated on you. you’d also make up lies about some random stuff just to get a revenge out of her.

but mostly she would just fuck up your trust for her like coming home 4 hours later or cheating on the infinite amount of girls. she’d also love bomb you to get you back and then would disappear for weeks. she also showed all of her band’s member the sextape she got of you- and you knew after Dina, the base player told it to you. You and ellie would randomly call eachothers- especially when she or you were under something, most likely weed or alcohol but sometimes something else. It wasnt rare that you would make her jealous and posting a story of you and a girl on instagram and she’d come over to fuck you dumb. only to wake up alone in the bed.

“ellie please i just wanna sleep tonight, no fight.”

“and please i just wanna say sorry, no fight.” Ellie answered, thinking she was a smart girl for this one

you rolled your eyes.

“are you even able to walk?” you asked her, seeing her flushed cheeks and her eyes red like hell

“of course i am baby, im okay.. please let me just make it up to you im so sorry im late”

“no youre not! because you wouldve told me you’d come home late or you wouldve just told me that you were busy!!!”

“im so sorry..” she says in a childish tone, just as if she was mocking you for being so mad.

“fuck off els”

Ellie rolled her eyes and made her way inside, taking steps closer to you.

“dont talk to me like that.” Ellie says, looking right into your eyes- mood changing suddenly, she didnt get the answer she wanted.

“you dont show up 4 hours late, bitch”

Ellie’s jaw tightened and she looked at you furiously

“tell me you just wanted to fuck me Ellie.”

“dont you ever call me ‘bitch’ again.”

“or what? you’re gonna leave? that already happened, i can survive it.”

“nah.. im gonna give you a lesson.”

“the fuck you mean?”

“get on your knees” Ellie said, tone demanding.

“i wont do shit you ask me to do Ellie.” you say scared of what she’s gonna ask you to do. you have some suspicions, but your mind is overthinking about so many possibilities.

Ellie puts her hands on your shoulders and force you to get you on your knees. She looks at you from down and she takes off her pants along with her boxers.

“you know what to do now.” Ellie tells you, intertwining her fingers with your hair, pulling you closer to her pussy. You start to give her short licks, obviously nothing enough for her.

“I swear to god you motherfucker if you dont do what-“

Ellie started but got cut off with one of her whines by you sucking her clit like your life depended on it. Your knees hurts, but her grip in your hair is too strong for you to move. your holding her by the thighs, moaning against her cunt by how good she tastes. obviously pussydrunk by her. and the perfect little grunts she would make made you so fucking wet. her hips would be jerking against your face, riding your tongue the best she could to chase your high. Ellie would never tell you, but you ever were the only one to make her cum. she knew that it would make your ego so much too high if she told you that on countless girls you were the only one able to please her. you know her sweet spots and she wasnt scared to be vulnerable with you. she always was. and you always were too.

“Fuck- fuck.. just like that, yeah”

her grunts would turn into whines and her whines into small moans. Ellie wasnt that much of a loud girl, but you knew if she was vocal- it was good. it made you laugh, sending vibrations through her clit.

“Im gonna- fuckkk!!” she moans out as she cums in your mouth. you still suck her clit as she rides your tongue for her high to be longer.

you get up from your knees and ellie kisses you, tasting herself on your tongue. the kiss turns rapidly messy and rough. Ellie would hold you by the hips, directing you by the bed. as soon as you touched the bed, she made you lay down on it and she got on top of you, still making out with you. her kisses got on your jaw until your neck. she then took a pause to look at you. you were eye doying her- she would always win. you were her little slut.

“only needed my” puts a finger into your core “fingers to shut that attitude huh?”

she takes off your shirt- which you were braless under it. peaking already your tits, ellie titled her head, smirking

“you got ready for me, doll?”

you nodded, wanting more of her.

“nuh huh, words baby, i want words.” she told you as the sucked one of your nipples as one of her hand was massaging the other breast. as her other hand was working on your clit to make you feel sooo good.

“j-just for you els!” you obey to her request, only wanting her to go faster.

“faster el- faster!!” you try to manage to tell her.

“faster huh?” Ellie says as she just slows her pace of her fingers brushing against that sweet spot of yours.

“please ellie!!” you beg for her to go faster as she just slows down again and again.

“i didnt say you’d get a good time Baby, this is your punishment, as deserved.”

“please.. ill be good Ellie- never gonna be m-mean with you ever” you faked promised her, just needed to tell her whatever she wanted to hear.

“yeah? you’d do this for me, angel?” Ellie asks as shes at only one finger, completely ruining you. completely making you cry for more- needing more.

“id do anything- just please fuck me ellie, fuck me.”

-

2 days after this huge mistake. You and Ellie started to do this kind of thing all the time. She’d piss you off, you’d be mad, she’d become madder for something she made you mad at- and would finish as sex. the only way you two did work out with.

she made you feel so good and you made her feel better.

This was unhealthy, but she was so addictive.

she’d come home in the middle of the night- wouldnt care if you were deep asleep or had a party- she’d take care of that pussy no matter what. Her songs would be about you two relationships.

Everyone liked it.

and you were happy you had such a big impact that she wrote- and sang about you.

But she didnt see you that pretty- you were her fucking toy.

14:01 : why the fuck did you say that i was toxic in your song?

15:56 : because you are.

15:59 : fuck you els

16:01 : you wish <3

16:01 : you’re the toxic one in our relationship

16:30 : 💀💀 hell nah

16:31 : Ellie how many times did you cheat on me?

17:23 : babe, we were on break how many times do i get to tell you that?

17:23 : anyways i gtg ill see you tonight ;)

She wasnt easy and you werent either.

but whatever, she has become way more famous than ever.

she’d send you those pictures before a show, trying to make you come to one (which you did but didnt tell her).

“does that feel good els?” you say as your face was in between her thighs, on your knees just like how she loved you like that.

“fuck babe dont stop!!” Ellie would tell you into a soft tone, not so much like that little ‘dominant’ cover she’s making everyone believe she was. she was always the one screaming your name over and over.

she then would make you see heaven with her cock filling you up, camera in one hand and the other one on your breast. She’d look at it all the time, rolling circles on her clit whenever she missed you and you blocked her so she couldnt ask you for any nudes- she has better, she could literally see you in action getting fucked by her.

she loved you, that was why she was so fucked up at showing it.

and you just were getting revenge for how she made you feel.

But in a way you two belonged together.

But she’d still use you for your amazing body and how good your tongue felt against her cunt.

you were her little stress reliever. (you’d let her do whatever she wanted to you- you’d just never tell her that)

request are open 💋

[baileypie-writes]

I love coming up with ideas sm. This is one where the preteen!sister gets into a fight at school, and the reason is because the kid said: "That's why your siblings went to jail, they probably couldn't bear to see you anymore." And the sister basically LAUNCHES at the kid, and beings fighting them. (Pulling hair, punching, biting, etc)

And Velvet and Veneer are called down to the school since the parents are at work, and how they would react? (Oneshot please!)

Another Idea is that the preteen sister starts to mimic what she the older people do at school, like cuss, and have emontial outbursts, and what Velvet and Veneer would do to handle it. Also when the parents scold the sister, Velvet and Veneer stick up for her?

You can pick which one to do :)

(also I LOVE your blog sm)

A/N ~ I decided to do the first idea:) Hope you enjoy!

~You Did Nothing Wrong~

Velvet and Veneer + Preteen!Younger Sister!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Familial

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Synopsis: Velvet and Veneer get called to your school in response to you getting in a fight.

Warnings: Violence(punching, hitting, scratching), a bit of blood, swearing

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“Thank you for coming, Velvet and Veneer. I do wish your parents were able to make it, but hey, work is important.” The principal said as the twins took their seats across from his desk. You sat in the corner, arms crossed.

“So what exactly happened? You said that (name) got in a fight? Is she okay?” Veneer asked, concerned. He and Velvet looked your way, but you just stared at the floor.

“She’s fine. But the other kid… not so much.”

“What do you mean?” Velvet asked.

The principal sighed. “I’ll try to spare you the… bloody details, but basically, (name) attacked him. He ended up with many bruises, a black eye and a broken nose.”

Velvet and Veneer were stunned. They flipped their heads over to you, but again, your eyes remained glued to the floor.

“Why would she do that? That doesn’t sound like her at all!” Veneer stated, still looking at you.

“We don’t know. She won’t tell us.”

Veneer hummed, lowering his head to try to get a look at your face, but to no avail.

“Well, it had to be for a good reason. (Name), tell us what happened.” Velvet said, moving her seat to face you.

You slowly looked up. Your eyes were red and puffy, obviously from crying. With a sigh, you started telling them.

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It was lunch time, and you were on your way to the cafeteria. You recognized a specific boy standing by the lockers, and averted your gaze, praying that he wouldn’t see you. Unfortunately, your prayer was rejected.

The boy’s name was Zack. He’s always been mean to you, calling you names and whatnot. But a few weeks ago, he found out that you were related to Velvet and Veneer. Since then, he would not stop teasing and insulting you. He’d claim that you’re evil, just like them. And that you probably have a troll collection at home. You try your best to avoid him, but he always manages to find you.

“Hey, troll-napper!” He called out to you. You scoffed at the stupid nickname. Keeping your eyes forward, you ignored him.

“I heard your siblings got out of jail not too long ago.”

You stopped for a millisecond at the mention of Velvet and Veneer. But you quickly continued walking, trying not to engage.

“Must be pretty hard having to deal with you’re annoying ass all day. You know what? That’s probably why they went to jail. They couldn’t bear to see you anymore.”

That was it.

You launched yourself at him, knocking him to the ground. You threw a fist against his face, hitting him right in the nose. Blood ran from it immediately, and Zack cried out in pain. You didn’t stop there. You punched, hit and scratched him until his cries for help were heard.

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“So that’s what happened.” You finished the story.

Velvet and Veneer were in shock. The principal was clearly shaken too.

“So basically, you attacked him because he was bullying you?” Velvet asked, anger rising.

You nodded, looking down again.

“How long has he been mean to you?” Veneer asked.

“A few months.” You responded.

“Have you told anybody about him?”

“I tried telling teachers, but they didn’t do much.”

“But you must understand, (name), that violence is not the answer.” The principal stated.

Velvet turned her attention towards him. “But you heard her, no one did anything to help! Sometimes, telling someone to leave you alone doesn’t work, so you gotta knock it into them!”

The principal sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is why I would’ve preferred your parents to come.” He mumbled. “(Name) is suspended for the rest of the week. And she will have detention for three weeks after that.”

“And what about the boy?” Veneer asked.

“What about him?”

“How long will he be suspended?”

“Zack isn’t being suspended.”

“Okay, well how long will he have detention?” Velvet chimed in.

“He won’t be having detention either.”

Veneer stood up. “So what you’re saying is: you’re not going to punish a boy who’s been bullying an innocent girl for months?” He was clearly getting angry, Velvet as well.

“Look, the poor boy had his nose broken-“ The principal started.

“So? That doesn’t matter! He’s a bully! Are you really gonna let a bully go unpunished?” Velvet said, volume rising.

The principal gave no response, and but his face didn’t spark hope for any form of justice.

“C’mon (name), let’s go.” Velvet said, grabbing your backpack from the floor, and placing it in your arms. You got up, and took hold of Veneer’s hand, which he had offered to you.

“Wait-“ The principal put his hand out, trying to stop you.

“Oh, no. We’ve had enough of your shitty system. We’re leaving” Velvet yelled. Then all three of you went out the door, not looking back.

Once you were in the car, you finally broke down. “I’m sorry!” You cried, trying to stop the tears that rolled down your face.

“Hey, you did nothing wrong. In fact, you taught that boy a lesson!” Velvet defended you, her hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah! That principal is nuts. Let’s get outta here.” Veneer added, backing out of the school parking lot.

You smiled. You may be suspended, and will have a few weeks of detention, but at least your favorite people are on your side.

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~~baileypie-writes

[valewritessss]

I saw someone on TikTok say that Percabeth is one sided and all I could say is that it looks like someone didn’t read Mark of Athena. Then I did some research and I found out they’re a Pereyna shipper(I had no idea that existed).

Personally, I don't get it, Reyna literally just tried to make a move on Percy but he rejected her and neither of them thought about it again so I don’t really see it. Either way, that's not the issue because I don't really care what people ship as long as it's not weird or creepy (I'm looking at any Artemis x Percy, Luke x Percy, Annabeth x Luke, or Percy x Nico shippers).

But back to the Percabeth is one sided thing, I’m a little bit confused. Because, did they miss the Annabeth pining silently but obviously for Percy for YEARS, Annabeth being jealous of Rachel partly because she liked Percy, Annabeth telling Athena that Percy is everything to her, Annabeth driving herself crazy those months Percy was gone and searching for him without giving up. So “Percabeth is one sided” where???

Then upon further research I found that of course, turns out they are an Annabeth hater(they don’t admit it but it’s obvious for apparent reasons). Some of their reasons: Annabeth's nickname for Percy, “seaweed brain” is degrading and implies he is stupid, Annabeth is mean to Rachel, and Annabeth is scared of Percy which made him feel like he deserves to die.

1. Annabeths nickname for Percy started out as teasing but became endearing for the both of them, just like the nickname “wise girl”. Percy even gets mad at Thalia for using this nickname because he considers it something solely Annabeth can use. In no way has Percy ever said or even mentioned that he feels put down because of the nickname. Also, Percy never hesitates to call anyone, even gods, out on their shit, so if it was really bothering him, he would most likely say something.

2. Honestly, the whole deal with Rachel was never that deep. Like, it did have a deeper meaning for Annabeth than many could comprehend but the whole catty part was never that big. A few snide remarks, sure, but it's not like she was bullying Rachel. If anyone thinks otherwise, that's okay, but in my opinion it was meant to be funny and it came off as such, and even Rachel and Annabeth themselves moved on and became fiends. Moving forward, considering the context of Annabeth's jealousy, it makes total sense for her to feel resentment towards Rachel. I'm not saying it's justified, but if a boy she'd been crushing on for years and is destined to die soon spends his last summer with another girl who is closer to normal than Annabeth could ever be, in what world would she not be mad? In fact, some of it was just teenage pettiness. And that's fine, she wasn't hurting anyone. Being a teenager with a crush is hard, and it's harder when you're a demigod with a huge prophecy hanging over you and your best friends heads. So is her anger justified? Maybe. But is she valid? Absolutely.

3. This is the most ridiculous reason yet. First of all, has Percy ever told Annabeth he feels like he deserves to die? I don't think so. Especially not before he almost let himself die with Jason there. I don't know if that person was just expecting Annabeth to guess, or what. Secondly, they were in Tartarus, and Percy did something scary. So of course, Annabeth is going to be scared. If Percy feels like Annabeth being scared makes him want to die, that's not really Annabeth's fault. And to expect Annabeth to make him feel better about something she is still recovering from herself doesn't make much sense, does it. At this point it just felt like they were going to hate Annabeth regardless, and these weren't actual issues they had with her they just saw a reason to hate her and went for it.

Hey, ship whatever you want and hate whoever you want, but don't come with false interpretations(that I know was easy to comprehend) as evidence for why you are right, please.

[linkemon]

Bokuto Koutaro headcanons

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Other headcanons from this series can be found here.

• A relationship with Bokuto would be like a carousel. You feel like you're turning the wheel and you're accelerating but you don't quite realize that you're speeding up at that particular moment or that the fun ride has just ended.

• Bokuto has a wide circle of friends. His colorful personality attracts many people. That's why I think you would meet almost immediately after you went to Fukurodani. You'd be in first grade and he'd be a grade or two higher. You'd probably be standing with one of his mutual friends and he'd want to talk to him as he passed by. You wouldn't know yet what awaits you.

• When Koutaro falls in love, there is no mercy. You will know that he is in love with you. He will not leave any room for guesses and will make hearty eyes all the way. He himself would often recall your meeting as love at first sight but it would only be his point of view. Your infatuation would only come with time.

• You would get stuck in his head and he would think about you instead of focusing on volleyball during training. He would talk about you to Akaashi. [Reader] did this, did that and yesterday... Thi reminds me of [Reader]... I'd like to see [Reader] more often, do you think they finished school already... Just go on a date with her - Akaashi would finally say as a tired friend, to which Bokuto would say his idea is brilliant.

• Straightforward to a fault, he would come to you with this idea right away. In addition, you would be sitting surrounded by your friends during a break. You can bet people will be gossiping about it for the next week. It's not every day that a Fukurodani ace asks someone out on a date. However, it won't be any malicious gossip, the students will simply be curious about your relationship.

• You would agree to go out with him partially out of pressure because of his public confession. However, you would fall in love with the persistence with which Bokuto would strive for you. You would be incredibly spoiled. Koutaro would move incredibly nonchalantly through the phases of your relationship. Holding hands? Kiss on the cheek? A real kiss? You wouldn't even notice when it all happened because it all came as naturally as breathing.

• His moods are something you would have to deal with. You would officially gain him along with that one major flaw that would now become your problem. Are you not at the match? He probably won't give the 200% he would give if he were completely happy. It would get to the point where the coach would keep you on video camera during his worst slumps just to get him out of them. You do what you got to do to win I guess... Over time, Koutaro would start to explain to himself that he had to play well so that he could brag to you later, even if you couldn't attend some of the matches.

• Be ready for the frequent and loud: Hey, hey, hey, [Reader]! Your boyfriend has a loud voice and you won't silence him no matter how hard you try.

• You call him the baby owl. He loves it. He also has a lot of cute nicknames for you, the sweetness of which will rotten the teeth of many people around you.

• He has done many stupid things to show off to you throughout his life. Even as he grew older, it didn't change.

• His international volleyball career would be a bit of a problem. This would be the one big bone of contention between the two of you over the years. To such an extent that you would go through a breakup because of it. But not for long. Bokuto would miss an important match and come to you to apologize. Effusive and with great pomp, as he is. Flowers, glitter, serenade under the window and all that.

• After this situation, he would try anything so that you could travel the world with him. Fortunately, he came far enough in volleyball quickly so he's able to dictate the terms of his work. I think you would have to be able to work remotely for this to make sense. And if you didn't feel like working at all, he wouldn't blame you either.

• He would plan your engagement very quickly. Would he do it right after the Japan national team match, in front of all the fans and TV? Of course he would, because why not? You better agree, otherwise it would be a bit of a shame...

[bassettmemes]

SCREAM VI SENTENCE STARTERS ↳ spoilers will be present and are tagged as such. general horror movie trope trigger warnings apply. death/murder, mentions of blood/gore, etc.

we have to finish the movie.

who gives a fuck about the movie?!

i always wanted to stick something in you, [name]!

this is creepy, right?

he's after me! he's got a knife!

the worst part is: you teach a class about slashers, and you still walked into a dark alley. alone.

[name] wouldn't be caught dead at a frat party.

get me a drink!

we said we wouldn't use the voice modulator on each other.

it was even better than we ever even imagined.

is that why you killed her? because she gave you a c-?

come on, [name]. how long have we known each other?

why are you fucking with me?

you know what? this is stupid.

what i'm really worried about is [name].

every time i push you for specifics, you shut down.

i have trust issues.

my father was a famous serial killer. they made a movie about him.

last year i found out that my boyfriend was also a serial killer.

i stabbed him 22 times and slit his throat, and then shot him in the head. that's not why i'm here.

it felt... right.

i'm not equipped to deal with this kind of thing.

by law, i'm required to report this to the authorities.

who the fuck is [name]?!

she went to the omega kappa beta party.

i cannot speak to how heavily armed [name] is at this fraternity party.

it doesn't bother you? being at a house party after you were almost brutally murdered at a house party?

i guess i should stay close to you, then.

why don't you get your fucking hands off her?

i'm just gonna tase you in the balls real quick.

don't ever lay hands on my sister.

are you fucking kidding me?

you embarrassed me!

if i wanna hook up with an asshole, that's my decision!

you're not dealing with what happened to us!

i'm uninterested in living in the past like you are.

so you're just gonna pretend like it never happened?

i'm just trying to look out for you.

you can't do it for the rest of my life, though. you have to let me go.

i think you're really special.

did i cockblock you?

please stop saying the word cock.

i can't help but notice you're covered in cherry coke.

being famous isn't all it's cracked up to be.

the last two people who fucked with us ended up dead.

do you have alibis for earlier tonight?

i met [name] at that party. where i tased someone. unrelated.

i take a special interest in ghostface attacks...

we share a certain history...

do you think you're the reason the ghostface killer has come to the big apple?

stay away from us.

are you really still mad at me?

i heard you couldn't sell the movie rights.

you called me unstable and a born killer.

maybe you're just afraid that without ghostface in your life, you're gonna fade away.

what's a requel?

you're beautiful, sweetie. hold all questions until the end.

am i gonna die a virgin?

that was a weird overshare...

why am i on the suspect list?

the slutty roommate: a horror movie classic.

never trust the love interest.

what if the trauma you all went through made one, or more, of you snap?

that's pretty messed up.

it's like he's leaving us real-life franchise easter eggs.

it's like he's counting down to something.

forget about the movies; the movies don't matter.

did you just give us a nickname?

you can't just give yourself a nickname, dingus.

we have all been through some really fucked up stuff and we are all coping with it differently.

we're a team.

i've been sleeping with cute boy from across the hall.

i freaking knew it! i knew it, i knew it, i knew it!

yeah, she's my roommate, but you're, like, the police.

she's really freaked out.

oh, fuck, that guy's dead!

say something more positive!

you fuck with my family, you die.

sorry i punched you...

when did they start letting children into the fbi?

you look like a zygote.

i'm just really good at my job. you'll get there.

it's not just a theater, it's a shrine.

how did they get all this? isn't this evidence?

i had a crush on corey feldman...

okay. game recognize game.

when do i get to be a normal person again?

my parents suck to. you can still make your own family.

technically i did die. four minutes.

when i recovered, i got mad. i didn't want to spend the rest of my life being afraid of monsters. i wanted the monsters to be afraid of me.

bitch, last time i saw you, you were in glee club.

did you really think we were gonna steal a police car and not use the sirens?

that's a cop car! you can't steal a cop car!

spoiler alert: it never works out for the dipshit in the mask.

i'm scared.

i'll just give myself up. if this is what i have to do to keep you safe, it's worth it.

none of us would even be alive if it weren't for you.

he's gonna keep coming after us.

we want to lure him to a secure location and lure him inside.

and then we execute him. are you gonna help us?

let's kill the son of a bitch.

god damn it, i got it wrong again. what the fuck?

fuck this franchise.

don't trust anyone, remember?

you're not woodsboro. i'm sorry.

i cleared the whole place before you got here.

we turned it into a kill box.

we're safe here.

grab a weapon and clear this place yourself.

[name] has been on a downward spiral since the woodsboro murders last year.

they fired [name] two months ago for being mentally unstable. they're no longer with the fbi.

it's [name], they're the killer!

smile for the camera, motherfucker!

"dying" was a good way to get off the suspect list.

i got stu macher's mask. he was my favorite.

this is what we've been counting down to, [name].

fuck you!

i didn't commit those murders in woodsboro!

all the best lies are based on the truth.

there's the fucking killer.

we had to kill those two wannabe film students, because, well, we had to kill you first.

he was so pathetic.

looks like you're down another sibling.

always gotta shoot 'em in the head.

what's your favorite scary movie? i'm asking because you're in one now.

you're in my movie.

my father was a murderer. no matter what you think, i'm better than that.

i promise you i'm going to get so much therapy after this.

we're all part of the same fucked up family now.

did i miss the monologue again?!

[mahs-dumpster]

"Happy 100th Anniversary."

a/n: this was SO FUN. But also. Floyd was incredibly hard to write. I hated every second of it. So it was fun but also not? Anyway. Also no oc x canon content can you believe this?? I didn't mention Kalim ONCE this feels wrong man

cw: maybe OOC Floyd but I did my best! Poor attempts at making this look like a translation post from a vignette

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Jeanne: Ah… this place is gigantic, I feel like I'm never reaching the end of it. 

Jeanne: and I’ve yet to see any pictures of the– oh!

Jeanne: there it is! I’ve been looking all over for this one! 

Jeanne: it’s just as incredible as I’d imagine… 

???: Geez Codfishie, I didn't take you as the type to like art.

Jeanne: …and there's only one person in NRC who’d call me by such an irritating nickname.

Jeanne: Floyd. Do me a favor: stop with that habit. Either choose another nickname or just call me by my actual name, is that too much to ask?

Floyd: Who’s this guy? He has a funny looking face.

Floyd: Oh, look, he’s even got a hook just like you!

Jeanne: And now you’re ignoring me. *Sigh* That’s a pirate i’ve admired ever since I was young.

Jeanne: He’s been fighting a fae kid for ages, wanting revenge from the day he made him lose his hand. That’s why he uses a hook.

Jeanne: I know him because my dad used to tell me stories of this pirate, if I made a good job helping him out in his business he’d even give me a children’s book talking about him.

Jeanne: After I lost my hand, I’ve grown attached to his story. I related to his sense of justice, of wanting to make that kid pay for what he did.

Floyd: You never really told me how ya lost your hand, not that I care.

Floyd: But most importantly…

Floyd: A KID? SERIOUSLY?

Jeanne: H-hey! I said the little bastard was a fae!! He was probably years older than he looked!! 

Floyd: Right, right. Codfishie, I had no idea you admired such a loser! Losing his hand to a kid? What is he, an idiot?

Jeanne: Don’t speak that way about my childhood hero!! I’ll cut your throat open with my own hook if you keep that up!

Floyd: Oh? Codfishie wants to fight? Come at me!

Jeanne: You..! Ugh, whatever. When we go back to Octavinelle we will, just so I can make you swallow your words, dumbass.

Floyd: But that’s no fun…

Jeanne: Don’t look at me like that. If Azul catches us fighting in the museum it’s over for me and you so get over it.

Jeanne: I’l beat your ass soon enough.

Floyd: Oh, look at this one. The lighting is pretty intense, I like it.

Jeanne: It looks very pretty, yeah. Isn’t that the mermaid princess from the legends? Who’s the old geezer?

Floyd: I think it’s her father. This is probably depicting when he broke all her stuff.

Floyd: I think she was pretty dumb to go into a deal without knowing the consequences, but i guess she was desperate to leave after this. Doesn’t change the fact that she’s super stupid for that.

Jeanne: No, I get that. Desperate times call for deperate measures.

Floyd: That’s very uncharacteristic of you. You pity her or something?

Jeanne: I don’t, ok? But I was in a similar situation so I understand the thought process.

Floyd: Hm? You were? Why’d you let them detroy your stuff? Ya should've just squeezed them instead.

Jeanne: It was a punishment. I did something an authority figure didn’t like and they destroyed my toys in return.

Jeanne: I’m over it at this point, it’s been years since that happened. But I understand that, wanting to escape that situation. It’s hard to have a father like that.

Floyd: So it was your father?

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Hey, look! It’s a painting of that warrior who saved her country!

Floyd: Where??

Jeanne: I’m so glad he has a short attention spam…

Floyd: This looks kinda cool. I like how the blade goes right in the middle.

Jeanne: Right? She looks so cool!

Floyd: You’re awfully excited for this one. You a fan of her too?

Jeanne: Hm… I wouldn't say I'm a fan, but she's super awesome, don't ya think?

Jeanne: She pretended to be a man to fight in the army in place of her father. Just the fact that she managed to make people believe she's a guy is incredible, and for so long too.

Floyd: That's not really hard for you.

Jeanne: Did you decide to wake up today and irritate me or something? 

Floyd: She also defeated that dude who tried to invade her country too, huh? Pretty bold. Who would’ve thought such a small thing like her could do all that.

Jeanne: That's because she's got something you men don't have: a brain.

Floyd: Hey now.

Jeanne: In comparison to men, us women have a biological disadvantage. Well, at least with actual humans, beastmen are a totally different story.

Jeanne: In terms of strength, she’d never defeat him, but in terms of wit… unfortunately for him she's incredibly smart.

Floyd: Stop, you're sounding like Azul now.

Jeanne: It’s the truth, physical strength isn't everything. At least one thing Azul got right.

Floyd: Ah, that sucks. Codfishie got boring all of a sudden.

Floyd: I’m leaving. 

Jeanne: Already? You get over stuff to quickly.

Jeanne: Don't lose yourself in the museum.

Jeanne: Ah, another painting of the pirate captain! And he’s fighting that kid too…

Floyd: Piss off.

Jeanne: he should’ve thought twice before he messed with a pirate. I'm sure he’s gonna make that brat pay for ever crossing his path.

[kennyomegasweave]

My live thoughts on The Sign Special Episode

Let's go!

IS MY BABY DEAD IN THE FIRST GODDAMN TWO MINUTES AND THE HOT CAPTAIN TOO??? Oh wait, it’s one of Tharn's dreams that hasn't come true yet.

I'm dying at Tharn waking up from a terrible dream where three of his homies are dead/hella fucked up, and Phaya's just like "what about some dick to start the day?" I know he's stayed on that man every day since he came back.  FUCKING RIGHT UP ON THE DOOR??? NASTY ASS. I love that for Tharn. I love that for Phaya. I love that for me. 

OH A FINE ASS WOMAN CAPTAIN HAS SHOWN UP ACCUSING THE FINE ASS MAN CAPTAIN OF STEALING HER CASE They have ~tension~ are they exes? Cause damn the fine ass Captain is reading her down. No matter what happens, I am choosing to believe they're exes cause like this feels ~personal~ 

Aww there's a cute little baby here. And everyone is just watching her cry and talking about her like she's not right in front of them. Can someone act like they've seen a child before? Damn. lol Oh fuck my boy is gonna talk to her, and I love him, but I know he’s about to make it worse. Well I guess Thongthai ain't getting a baby anytime soon cause Khem just made this little girl cry. lol At least Mayris hugged the baby. But I am crying at the fact that the room was obviously full of Team No Kids cause they had no idea what to do with a crying kid. 

Yai being all "aww don't be worried about me, I got people looking out for me" is, in fact, making me worried. lol Not Phaya getting jealous of Yai. That is his brother!

Khem and Thongthai coming up with the gossip! I love one messy ass couple. That's how you know they've been together too long cause they're just here for the mess. Not Tharn and Phaya going in on gender inequality and KhemThongthai standing there like ...well we just wanted to gossip but now we feel bad. 😬😬😬

As always, I'm crying that Khem and Thongthai are not only allowed to work together, but on the same team. Khem is just touching him all the time and calling him baby. That's not professional in the office, not at all. And they've been like that for 14 years, I know this in my spirit. At least Phaya and Tharn handle their shit better. lol

Okay. Phaya. Tharn is telling you how sad he was when all his people died and he mentioned his asshole bestie and you're just trying to fuck away your jealously. Phaya please. Also, there is a traumatized baby girl in the next room? Let's not. And okay. I get what Phaya means, and I absolutely hated how stupid Tharn was about Chalothon, but that man was in his life for like two decades. He's gonna come up and it's really not that cute for Phaya to be mad about it. 

Phaya is really out here trying to get his dick wet while this traumatized little girl is locked in an unfamiliar house with unfamiliar people. Not the time bro. lol

PLEASE DON'T POINT GUNS AT THE CHILD. Thank you Tharn for having sense. So far it seems like Tharn and Mayris are the only two people who have ever been around a child before. Which is wild cause Phaya has a baby sister that I thought was significantly younger than him. 

Okay that was a good move to bring the cat in. Cats make everything better. One point to Phaya.  Aww this little baby. She's only speaking English. So she's even more out of her element. 

Phaya was just watching Tharn with that baby and def wants that man to have his babies now.

Aww poor sweet baby girl. She doesn't want to sleep alone. If y'all don't get in that bed and sleep with her.

GET HIM THARN YOU CAN BE THE DAD AND HE'S THE MOM Oh Phaya pulled the uno reverse and said "that's cool, I can be the mom and you can be the dad." And honestly yeah. Phaya would have Tharn's babies if he could, I believe that. He just wants Tharn with a baby now however possible. JELLYFISH NICKNAME MENTIONED YES

I appreciate Phaya's garuda brother being like "I did help you but you caused these problems, so you have to deal with them the most." A beautiful representation of an older/younger sibling relationship.

Phaya's phone be ringing for eight years. It should have gone to voicemail by then.

Oh the hot lady Captain is in a leather jacket. My god. I'm so gay.

I do love how Phaya earlier was like THARN IT'S JUST A DREAM and now Tharn is like "your dream MIGHT be important but let's just WAIT." Like these two men aren't reincarnated gods and Tharn didn't spend a whole year in the naga world. 

NOT YAI AND KHEM. KHEM WHY WOULD YOU EVER SAY YOU WERE A SWIMMER. Like I know he is but like. Baby. Why would they have sent Khem for this mission? That is my baby but he is not bright. Like. What the fuck was this plan. Also they're talking all kinds of shit about the plan knowing the building has cameras? Like. I'm sorry my stomach is IN KNOTS.

This is WAY TOO TENSE for me okay. Why on god's green earth did they send the dumbest two in to do recon??? I assume it's cause they're the strongest but like. I don't like this. Not at all. They’re dumb! And not good actors! They're gonna get caught out!

(But damn at least I get to see Gap's body. Cause that man is fine as fuck and fit as hell.)

NO WHAT DID THAT MAN GET ON HIS PHONE. Like okay I'm not scared for Phaya, Tharn, and Deeni cause they're not gonna kill a baby. But my babies Khem and Yai, however, those are grown ass men so you know. I don't want to dance, I'm scared to death.

HE JUST TURNED OFF THE LIVE FEED. Oh my fuck. They know they're cops. I am fighting for my fucking life.

Okay so this crack team is just gonna go in three deep? God this team really just has no brain cells, it should be the hot lady Captain leading cause Captain Akk just like. Doesn't have the best plans. You gotta bring more than THREE dudes against a tio in that shirt. Cause now everybody is disarmed and captured. 

HE'S MAKING KHEM AND YAI FIGHT TO THE DEATH??? IN FRONT OF HIS MAN??? OR THREATENING TO KILL THE OTHERS OH MY GOD HE JUST SHOT THONGTHAI IN THE LEG. Khem is def gonna have to fight now and like. NOT KHEM HITTING YAI AND SAYING SORRY. AND YAI TRYING TO BE LIKE KHEM DON'T WAIT STOP. Yai baby. He has to. It's Thongthai. That's his baby. 

Captain Akk is standing there stuck and restrained looking dumb. Like yeah baby maybe you shouldn’t have a damn married couple of like 14 years on your team? Especially when it was already shown that they can't really be objective about each other. (See: Khem getting shot and Thongthai useless for the last battle)

Okay now we're at the start. Those three aren't dead but Yai and Khem are still captured. But damn these three are all beat. So Khem had to see his man get shot AND beat? Guys. Thongthai can't be rational about this. I'm glad he called Phaya out about that. Captain Akk still sitting there like "maybe I shouldn't have picked a married couple for my team."

Okay Captain Akk. Baby. Let Captain Achara help. I don't know what your beef with her is. But it's not noble babe.

I'm sorry not Thongthai standing there beaten with a shot leg. He really wouldn't be much help here. But I get why he's there. He NEEDS to not only see his man, but get him back himself.

Oh yes god. Is she gonna switch the flash drives? MY QUEEN.

Phaya's garuda brother FTW!

I'm sorry. Yai got his ass beat like ten hours ago and is now hand to hand fighting. Yes Khem! Kiss your man and then go kick some ass!

Is this man and his turtleneck a tiger man (never 4get)??? Why is he growling? Phaya, please. It's time for your garuda powers to activate babe. Get those wings boo.

Yes! He has his wings! Or his brother's wings, I don't know which. But still. Wings baby! Wings!

YES QUEEN SHOOT HIM MULTIPLE TIMES SHOOT HIS CORPSE I WON'T TELL 

Of course Yai is calling Sand. I love that.

Aww, Deeni hugging and saying goodbye to Tharn and Phaya. 

I don’t like kid fic, but in my HEART, I know these two adopt a baby at some point. I know in my SPIRIT.

Did Singh just call Mayris a box bitch? That’s why he’s the single pringle cause my girl was looking fine as hell in that swimsuit.

(GAP'S DICK IN THESE SWIM TRUNKS. I eagerly await that gifset.)

WHY IS THARN IN A BANANA HAMMOCK???

This Avengers Assemble ass ending shot. It's so cheesy. I love it so much.

And on that note, we are done. I had a very good time during this episode. Did the plot make any sense? Not really. But it didn’t really in the show either so I mean. I got everyone looking great and everyone happy and in love and shit at the end. I got Thongthai losing his shit over Khem and, to me, that was worth my $16. I also got a hot ass lady captain running around in a leather jacket. I won.

[ghostgirl-22]

Got you under my spell

18+ !NSFW!

Day 13: Strip Tease

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It’s silly but Tashi really wants to do it for him, surprise him by wearing something other than sweats and a t-shirt for a change. It’s his birthday and he’s… he’s annoying sure… but he’s also cute and funny and stuff. And really good in bed… like the best she’s ever had, good. She doesn’t want to tell him that but annoyingly he kinda already knows.

She spends 3 hours doing her hair and her makeup. Something she never really does outside of special occasions and he shows up late. He can only stay for 24 hours because he’s got to fly to New York for his next tour stop. She’s all dressed up for him… and he shows up late.

“This is different,” he smiles after she checks him into the dorm. He smells like cigarette smoke.

“Did you know it’s almost midnight?” She asks.

“Yeah… I’m sorry. I was talking to these guys,” he gestures vaguely. “Oh and Art says hi.”

“You saw Art? I thought you said you’d see him tomorrow.”

“Yeah… I was starving. We just met up for food.”

”I told you I ordered pizza,” Tashi says, irritated as they get in the elevator.

“Babe, come on, I wasn’t in the mood for pizza.”

“You coulda said that,” she says.

“Did I not text you back?”

“Yeah, just like you didn’t text me that you would be this late,” she mutters.

“Okay Im sorry. I’ll eat some tomorrow. It’s not that big a deal.” he says gently and he rubs her shoulders. “You look so pretty.”

She sorta melts a bit. “Do you like it?” She’s got her hair down and she’s dressed in a slinky black dress like she's about to go out to the club but she's wearing flip flops. She’s mostly thinking about what she's planning to do for him. At least now he won’t be in the middle of stuffing a slice of pizza down his throat.

“Yes, you’re fucking gorgeous,” He leans against her and kisses her.

“Happy birthday,” she says smiling against his lips.

“Fuck..is this for me? Is this my gift?” He asks, softly, teasing his fingers through her hair.

”I mean it’s one part.” She says and she leads him off the elevator towards her room.

She feels him following her closely now. He presses up against her ass, kissing her neck as she’s unlocking her bedroom door. He's already hard. She bites her lip, all the frustration with his timing becoming less and less important.

She’s cleaned everything up as much as possible. She’s put a scarf over the light to dim it just a bit and she’s playing music. She wanted to make it romantic but it doesn’t seem like he really notices. She puts the pizza in the fridge since it was a waste to order it anyway. He drops his duffle on the floor in the corner where he always leaves it and puts his tennis bag on top.

“You got condoms right?” He asks, coming back over to her, “Cause I’m out so unless you got back on the pill—“

“Patrick come on… I was trying to make it special,” she says, feeling irritated again.

“Yeah? What— you want to sing for me or something?” he teases, cradling her face. She feels a little silly now.

“Never mind,” she snaps.

“Tashi, come on, I’m joking,” Patrick grins and kisses her again. “That tastes so good,” he says gently. “What is that?”

“Lip gloss, I was gonna do a fucking strip tease or something for you but whatever. Just mess up my makeup.”

”A strip tease?” he says, smirking.

“Fuck off,” She says, shoving him away from her.

“No I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Do it. I wanna watch.”

”No it’s stupid,” she mutters.

“No it isn’t. Come on, I want to watch you strip,” he says as he walks over to her bed and sits down.

She didn’t expect any of it to go like this. He’s sitting on the bed looking at her expectantly. “Never mind,” she says, feeling awkward all of a sudden.

“Please, it’s my birthday,” he says, smiling. “You kinda have too.”

“No you…” she sighs and then decides against picking a fight. She goes to her iPod. Her friend nicknamed it the sex playlist when they sat in her room putting it together. She scrolls to the Birthday Song by 50 cent and lets it play. He laughs and she almost stops again, but he pulls her closer to him on the bed.

She eases the straps of her dress down while he’s looking up at her, she’s trying to be sexy but she feels like an amateur. She bought this fancy lacy bra and panties set from Victoria’s Secret. She’s never even worn it before today. His eyes are falling over her as she shimmies the dress slowly down her body. It falls in a pool on the floor and she plays with the strapless bra. She wishes there was a sexy way to unclasp a bra strap but she pinches it and then holds it up on her boobs with her hands before slowly pulling it off and dropping it on his lap.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he sighs, grabbing her waist.

She straddles him and he helps her pull his sweatshirt off. He touches her breasts, licks at one of her nipples as she undoes the buttons on his jeans. The teasing has kinda fallen by the wayside. She doesn’t fault him because she wants it just as bad. It’s been a whole month since she’s last been with him and all the late night phone sex in the world can’t make up for what it feels like in real life. He lifts her up just a moment to get his pants off properly. Any time just casually lifts her is a turn on. She palms his dick through his boxers.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he sighs against her, taking a break from sucking and nibbling at her nipples.

“Yeah,” she agrees. She lets him take her panties down. He’s gonna try to take them with him. She already knows not to bother looking for them when they’re done. She gets a condom from her night stand and waits for him impatiently as he bites it open and pulls it on. Then he pushes inside of her and she rides him. The iPod is on shuffle but she doesn’t even need the music. Just the sound of him breathing and whispering in her ear would’ve been enough.

She doesn’t keep track of how many times he makes her come but it’s enough that she shivers to think about how caught up she feels. He leaves to go take the condom off and use the bathroom and she turns off the music and the overhead light. She pulls on his sweatshirt, just because… because it smells like him, fuck. Her stomach hurts.

She pulls on a clean pair of panties and ties up her hair to sleep. He comes out of the bathroom, butt naked and grins when he sees her.

“What?” She laughs.

“Nothing, it looks good on you. Like everything.” He pulls his boxers back on and she reaches for him. He gets on the single bed next to her and wraps his arms around her.

“Why were you out of condoms anyway?” She asks trying to sound casual.

“You don’t remember how many times we fucked last month do you? Remember, I was here all weekend.”

She sighs. “You didn’t buy anymore?”

“What’s the point? I’m not fucking anyone. I’m just miserable in bed every night thinking about you. Now I’ll imagine you in your little black dress.” He says squeezing her playfully. She smiles linking his fingers with hers.

“I got you a real gift too, don’t worry,” she says softly.

“Fuck, you got me something else?”

“Yeah, you can open it tomorrow.”

He kisses her on the neck, “I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

She smiles to herself thinking about what she can do for him next year. God, she’s so fucking gone…it’s pathetic. But its fine… as long as he doesn’t know… as long as she’s not accidentally the first one to say it… it’s okay. She curls up in his arms and drifts off to sleep.

[havecourage-darling]

hey i have a request for eddie munson x reader where the reader is dustin's cousin and comes from a very rich family and her father is a lawyer. She has always been friends with Steve and was just as mean and arrogant as her and never liked Eddie because he kept picking on her (because he was in love with her since middle school) and she nicknamed him Eddie "The freak" Munson and just like Steve knows about demogorgons etc and while in Upside down Eddie saved the reader from the demobat that attacked her and then the reader and Eddie walk side by side in silence until the reader apologizes to Eddie for how she was towards him and they finally reconcile

A/N: This was very quickly written, not proofread, and did not have as much romance as I thought it would lmao I twisted this request around a bit – I’m not the best at writing bully romances or any type of bully main characters lol but I tried my best to adhere to the request! Hope you enjoy it anyway anon! and also, Eddie always lives in all my fics so yes, in this world they make it all alive kicking and screaming bcos denial is the town I live in and I’m the mayor.

wc: 5K

DISINGENUITY, you decided, was the most unattractive trait the human race had.

“We’d be so happy to see you next summer!” The blonde in front of you said, smile an easily spotted ruse.

A sharp elbow to your ribs spurred your own fake smile. “Of course, fingers crossed!” You beamed, discretely bringing your other hand up to your side to help the sharp pain. As you slowly slid away from the conversation, eyes on the refreshments table, you smiled at the few gazes you caught. Your own fakeness disgusted you. Glancing up at your parents, you watched their own smiles – ones that hadn’t seen a side of sincerity in decades.

Your cousin’s voice echoed throughout your mind, bouncing around the walls. You either die the hero or live long enough to become the villain. As you reached for a stupidly ornate glass of lemonade, you sipped at it and mentally cheered yourself. Love live the evil queen, you thought, smiling into your glass. Maybe Steve had been right. Maybe the struggle of your lifetimes wouldn’t be the Upside Down but to fight against the fact that you could both easily turn out to be your parents.

Eyes slipping towards them, you saw your mother draped over your father’s arm. He squeezed her hand, eyes on the couple in front of them. Despite being out of earshot you knew what he was saying, the same thing he’d been saying all night. Expression smug, as if he’d gotten the acceptance letter himself, you could see his lips form the words.

Harvard.

Our little princess got into Harvard. We’ll have a new lawyer to take over Henderson & Harrington Law within a few years.

The other acceptance letters had fallen away once he’d seen that maroon logo. It didn’t matter what you wanted. The echoes of a paintbrush in your hand and the scent of acrylics swirled around you. What you wanted was never part of the deciding factor. Not when you begged to go to Hawkins High with your friends, public school? Absolutely not, and definitely not now.

Pride, was the second most infuriating trait one could possess, you thought to yourself. Dropping the half empty glass back down onto the table. You glanced around the room and suddenly couldn’t stand it any longer. The laughter, the peacocking, even the feeling of the stupid dress around your body. You hated it. Everything.

Willing to deal with the fallout later, you hurried over to the coat check and thanked the bored teenager for your things. Hands gripping your car keys, you were glad you’d insisted on driving.

The sound of your engine turning was enough to ease some of the tension in your shoulders. Hands clenched at the wheel, you drove without much thought and tried to ease the knot in your chest. Despite the drive, you weren’t shocked to find yourself at the end of a familiar driveway. The sight of the one-story home carved out enough space in your lungs to exhale. The tension of the night going with it, dissipating into the night air.

Your heels clacked against the brick pathway, your hand pressing the doorbell once before a short-curly haired head appeared as the door was yanked open.

Dustin didn’t even look confused at your appearance, you hadn’t planned on visiting tonight, his smile bright and wide. “Hey! We’re watching He-Man, my mom’s out with her friends or something, want some popcorn?” He asked, already walking back into his living room.

Lucas and Mike waved, both also unsurprised, and you nodded. “Sure, thanks.”

As he disappeared through the kitchen, he shouted, “Your stuff is in the duffel where you left it in my closet!” The sweatshirt and pair of sweatpants you kept here sounded heavenly. The expensive pink monstrosity on your body could burn for all you cared.

With a smile, you ducked your head and kicked off your painful shoes. Wiggling your toes against the shag carpet, you let them adjust to being free for a moment. Numbness waning, you glanced around at the wood paneling and it felt like more like home than anything ever did.

//////

You stopped being afraid of wandering back into Hawkins a few weeks into the new semester. Robin had all but blackmailed you into visiting more often – despite the fact that you reminded her every time you could, that you lived literally one town over – and was trying to convince you to apply for a job at Family Video.

“Aren’t you bored?” She asked, pleading her case. “Most of your friends are off at school, right?”

Steve cleared his throat, a pathetic attempt at covering up his laughter, “Maybe bringing up the fact that she took a year off from college and none of her friends are around, isn’t the best way to convince her?”

Robin’s cheeks went pink. “That’s not what I meant! She graduated like first in her class!” She spun around to you, almost toppling a precarious tape tower in the process. “You know that right? I’m just saying, we’re your friends! Sure, the Byers up and left but most of us are still here!”

“How’s your dad taking it?” Steve asked, pulling himself up on the counter. You scrunched your nose, twirling in the chair by the computer. “Still unamused?”

A year off? Deferring Harvard? For what? What could you possibly need time for? You useless child!

Used to ignoring the echoes of your parents, you waved away the memory that followed you everywhere now. “How’s your dad taking this new job?” You countered and smiled when he snorted.

“Touché,” he muttered, “all I ever hear about is how Henderson managed to get his daughter into Harvard. It’s starting to get old.”

“How do you think I feel?” You muttered. “I don’t even know if I want to go yet.”

Robin whistled. “Have you mentioned that to them?”

Steve laughed outright this time. “If she did, she’d really need a job here because her dad would have an aneurysm.” You nodded, taking another bite out of the red vines, the tidal wave of anxiety lapping at your feet.

“So, what? You’re just going to go through life according to your parents’ plan?” Robin asked, hands going to her hips.

You exchanged glances with Steve and the both of you nodded. “Yeah, pretty much,” you said, voice sounding morose even to you. “That’s what Harrington would’ve done if he used the brains he had instead of chasing after Wheeler.”

“Hey!”

This time, Robin snickered. “You guys are weird,” she muttered, going back to shelving tapes. Steve, however, dropped a hand over yours and squeezed. Smiling gratefully up at him, you knew he understood. You and Steve had been roped together from before either of you could walk. Collateral damage of having parents that shared a law practice together. Steve and you had gotten lost there for a few years but it had been hard, at least it had been for you.

There were only so many times people could put you up on a pedestal, awing at you, before you started believing you deserved it. It wasn’t until Dustin kicked it out from under you that you humbled yourself. Steve got there eventually – and despite their criticism of him, you understood. There were too many nights that saw one of you at the other’s empty big house, stares blank and hands desperate for an escape from reality.

“I’ve got a year and hey, at least Harvard is far away enough from them,” you said, fingers trying to brush against the bright side that always seemed just out of reach.

“Yeah,” Steve snorted, his own sarcasm bleeding through, “because them being not around is such a problem.”

And what a pair you two made. The abandoned trophy children of parents who couldn’t care less despite how much either of you tried.

Eyes dancing across the wall, you almost choked on your mouthful of candy. “Shit, is that the time?” You asked, hopping off the stool and almost snapping your ankle in the process.

“What, got a hot date with a senator’s son this cold Friday afternoon?” Steve asked, snickering as he dodged the red vine you chucked at him. Hurrying towards the doors you shot him a glare that would have any normal human cowering. In your tenure, you’d gotten good at those. People avoided you in your town, and that’s the way you liked it.

“We promised never to speak of that again,” you hissed, almost baring your teeth of the reminder of that disastrous blind date. “I promised Dustin I’d start picking him up from school Fridays. He’s got some club this year? I don’t know but I don’t want him riding a bike in the dark.”

Steve nodded, understanding, and you waved goodbye to Robin. All of you knew how deep Hawkins’ underbelly went and the things that hid in it. You didn’t want to take any chances, not with Dustin.

Hawkins High’s parking lot was mostly deserted by the time you pulled in, the winter grey sky forcing you to turn your heating up. You glanced around the mostly empty school and frowned. You were ten minutes late and he wouldn’t have left for a least a good chunk of time. If anyone worried more about you than Steve, it was Dustin.

Right as you were contemplating hopping out the car and into the school, the side door at the far left slammed open. The loud, chattering voices cut through the looming darkness and you smiled when you heard Dustin’s voice.

You stepped out the car, leaning against your door, and almost laughed when one of the guys that looked closer to your age glanced at you. “Uh, guys, no one freak out but there’s some hot girl staring at us right now.”

A few pairs of eyes darted over to you and you saw Dustin gag. “That’s my cousin, asshole!”

“She’s also way out of your league,” Mike said, loud enough for you to laugh. The other guy looked both insulted and embarrassed.

Grinning, you lifted your hand up, already stepping towards a scowling Dustin when a seventh person joined them. Freezing in your tracks, you felt like you’d swallowed your tongue.

“What the hell are you guys laughing at?” Eddie asked, shoving his arms through his leather jacket.

The world, for a brief moment, stopped spinning.

“Gareth’s drooling over Dustin’s cousin,” Lucas joked, dodging the hand that came out to swipe at him.

Brown eyes darted up and landed on you. His lips parted and the surprised puff of air that escaped was visible in the cold. Both of you blinked at each other, the others muttering around him.

“Come on Four Eyes,” Eddie teased, malice dripping from his voice, “walk a little faster, will you?” His shoulder smacked into yours, tipping you into the lockers and you lost the grip of your books. Eddie disappeared around the corner but you were on your knees – scrambling to grab all your things from the floor.

“Move it Four Eyes!” A voice to your left said, foot knocking into your side. You wheezed, scrambling faster, but another foot slammed down onto your fingers. Tears blurred in your eyes as you stood, aching fingers pulled to your chest. “Even Munson hates her,” another voice said, “what a loser.”

“What?” You said, blinking away the memories from middle school. Realizing Dustin had walked up to you, you smiled faintly down at him. “Hey kid.” You shoved the memories back into their cave, bending their will to your own. That girl didn’t exist anymore, you told yourself, trying not to panic. She was gone.

Brows furrowed and mouth twisted into his infamous suspicious expression, he brought a hand up to your arm. “What’s wrong?” He asked quietly, eyes on you.

“Nothing,” you said, glancing over his shoulder and towards the group that was walking over.

He’d grown his hair out, you realized. Clearly leaning into the look, you weren’t surprised to see the Dio denim vest over the jacket. “Well, I’ll be damned, I didn’t realize that the Henderson I went to school with was this Henderson’s cousin.”

You hummed, clenching your hand and grounding yourself as your nails dug into your palm. “Why would you know? I didn’t think you even knew my name,” you said, tone bored. Dustin’s eyes darted between you two. Eddie’s eyes widened a little, startled, at the hostile undertone of your voice.

Lucas smothered his laughter poorly and Mike elbowed him. “You two know each other?” Dustin asked, crossing his arms.

“No,” you answered before Eddie could, “not really.”

Hurt flashed across his face and you don’t know why. You didn’t know him. All he’d ever done was make all of middle school a nightmare for you. He didn’t know you then and he certainly didn’t know you now.

“Well, considering I owe my moniker to your cousin, I’d say we know each other a little bit,” Eddie said, a pink flush crawling up his neck when everyone’s eyes snapped to his.

“What?” Mike and Lucas said in unison but Eddie’s eyes were steady on you.

Guilt crept up your spine.

“Hey, Henderson!” You whirled around, eyes widening a little as someone stumbled into your line of vision.

Two of your friends giggled, their laughter pulling a smile from you. Carefully manicured nails reached out to steady the gangly stranger. “Sorry, do I know you?” You asked, voice dying when a pair of familiar eyes glanced up at you as he straightened. “Oh. Eddie.”

Panic clawed at your chest, anxiety ricocheting inside you like a firework. Painfully aware of where your new friends were waiting a few steps away, their gazes on you. You’d only just clawed your way back up from the bottom, you couldn’t afford to make a mistake. Gianna’s dad, her stare heaviest, was your dad’s biggest client. Sweat prickling at the small of your back, you crossed your arms.

“I haven’t seen you since you moved away,” he said, eyes lighting up like he was excited to see you. Which you didn’t doubt – there were a good amount of people around to humiliate you. He always did like a crowd.

“Right, can I help you with anything?” You snapped, your gum popping. Claire, next to Gianna snorted, her own cruel streak a mile long. Eddie’s expression faltered and you quirked your brow. “Hello? Jesus, can you even speak?”

“I-uh…”

Rolling your eyes, you tried not to freeze when Claire stepped up to your side. “Everything okay here?” She asked, one perfectly plucked eyebrow rose. Her arm slipped through yours and you hated yourself for how relieved you were. “Oh my God, look at what he’s wearing,” she whispered loudly and you hated the flush of pink you saw on his neck. “What a freak.”

Without giving you another moment, Claire’s nails dug into your skin and yanked you back towards the group. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”

Payback felt a lot like a heavy rock in your gut but you ignored it.

Wanting to leave this entire scene behind, you turned to Dustin. “Ready?” You asked, knowing that he could read the anxiety in your voice. His eyes darted between you two and nodded slowly.

“We’re still going for burgers, right?” He asked and you grinned at him. If anyone could compartmentalize, it was Dustin.

“Yeah, dude, of course,” you said, ruffling his hair and smiling when he glared at you. “Wanna tag along?” You asked Mike and Lucas, who were already following behind you like lost ducks.

With a bit of distance between the two of you, your lungs finally sputtered back to life. Turning around, you glanced at Eddie. “I’d say it was nice to see you but…” you shrugged, hoping the remark hit any mark.

Eddie, however, grinned and you hated yourself for wanting to smile back. “You can’t ignore me forever sweetheart!” He shouted, clearly unselfconscious. He waved, turning towards the far end of the parking lot and you watched him.

Jealousy swirled in your chest. He was so carefree, his eccentricity something he clearly didn’t care about anymore. We want that, your heart murmured, we want to be free too.

“Ready?” Dustin called out from the passenger seat. You shook off the small voice inside you.

We don’t get to have that, you told it, beating it back into submission. Cambridge, Massachusetts awaited, nothing else. The faster you accepted it, the easier it’d become.

“Yeah,” you said, hating how your voice wavered, “let’s go.”

////

You watched Eddie chug Yoohoo and tossed him some cereal. He shot you a smile but you ignored it and opted to rub your temples. It’d been a day since Dustin had called you, voice high-pitched and scared, and you still hadn’t managed to wrap your mind around it all.

How the hell was this happening? Again? You fought the pressure behind your eyes and pinched the soft skin at your inner elbow. Breathe, just breathe. You glanced at Eddie as he sat in the raised boat, listening intently to the others as they spoke. Max’s hand came up to squeeze yours and you smiled at her.

If you could’ve kept anyone out of this, she would’ve been your choice. You knew she wasn’t dealing with the aftermath of Starcourt well, none of you deserve to go through this again. Eyes drifting over to Eddie again, you fought the panic in your gut. If what Max said about Chrissy’s body was true…he would’ve had front row tickets to that show and you couldn’t blame him for running. You had the first time you saw that thing in Byers’ house.

“Hunt the freak right?” Eddie said, voice twisting around the words, and your eyes slipped closed. You knew how relentless this town could get; you were proof of that. Eddie wasn’t a saint but he didn’t deserve this. None of you did.

Especially since, like the idiot you were, you’d started to grow a soft spot for him. It was bound to happen, you tried to rationalize, you’d been picking Dustin up from school after Hellfire, every Friday for three months. It took weeks for you to actually respond with full sentences, Dustin’s hovering protective glare not helping. But Eddie was anything if not determined.

He’d actually surprised you last week, he’d gotten you your own figurine. A sorceress with a pet dragon. “In case you want to actually join us one day,” he said, stupidly endearing smile on his face.

A choking sound brought you back to the moment. “Listen, there’s nothing to worry about,” Dustin said, voice too high-pitched for him to sound even remotely believable.

Steve walked over to you as the three of them bickered. “Hey, are you okay?” He asked, pulling the knuckle rubbing your eye away from your face.

“My contacts are killing me,” you admitted, not having changed them in the last day since after you’d found Eddie – you, Steve, and Robin had all crashed in his bed – a mess of tangled limbs. You’d woken up to a mouthful of Robin’s hair and with Steve’s knee in the middle of your spine.

“Do you want to stop by your house to get more?” He asked quietly – but clearly not quietly enough.

Eddie’s voice pierced through the conversation. “I always thought you looked better with your glasses,” Eddie said, eyes bouncing around your face, “before you moved away.”

“Move it four eyes!” The taunt bounced around your head before landing at your feet and rolling off into the lake water.

Flinching like he’d struck you across the face, you felt your walls slam back down into place. Was he mocking you? Now of all times? Jesus fucking Christ, how many times was it going to take before you learned that lesson? How many times would you stand there and let people hurt you?

The eerie silence felt like a tornado around you. Sneering, you knew your face was twisting into your most comfortable facade.

“Right, like we’d ever be a thing – freak,” you snapped, turning around so quickly your hair whipped through the air. “I’ll be in the car.”

Chest heaving, you waited a moment outside the door and felt your chest crumble as your heart raced.

“What the hell just happened?” Eddie said.

“Dude, are you serious?” Dustin asked, tone defensive.

“What? Me? She’s the one who’s always coming after me!”

“You started it! What did you expect?”

“What?”

“How do you not know? You’re…you’re the reason she hates her glasses,” Dustin said quietly and you let your eyes slip closed.

Fuck.

“What?” Eddie’s voice was barely audible.

Steve’s voice was serious, the tone protective even from out here. “Yeah, man. That stupid song you used to sing? About her being a four-eyes? That followed her to her new school. Her dad had to pull major strings because she punched some dude who followed her around for weeks messing with her. I’m pretty sure she snapped her glasses in two after that.”

“She won’t even wear her glasses around me,” Dustin said, tone defensive, “and I’ve never made fun of her for it.”

“I wasn’t – that wasn’t-”

“She might be a mean girl to a lot of people,” Dustin said, “but you don’t know what it’s like, her life. She’s…it’s a lot to deal with. I know her, I really know her, and she’s never been mean to around me.”

Steve’s sigh was audible from where you stood. “This…just got a little more complicated.”

As if knowing that he needed the emphasis, you threw yourself onto the floor as a line of police cars shot past the road up ahead of you. What the hell?

///

For the first time, in a long time, you eyed Steve Harrington. He eyed you back with equal fervor.

“Keep glaring, we were both potty trained at the same time. You don’t scare me, Henderson,” Steve said, crossing his arms.

You bared your teeth at him and he flinched a little.

“That didn’t count. You used to be a biter, that was a natural reaction!”

Deciding to go with kindness, you placed your hands on his forearms. “I’m the better swimmer. Steve, I taught you how to swim.”

“I was a lifeguard!”

“I taught you how to swim. I turned down a swimming scholarship to Princeton.”

Nancy sighed, hand coming to her temple. “Just let her do it Steve, she’s the better swimmer. Trust her.” You shot her a grateful look.

“I mean, if we’re voting here – I vote Harrington,” Eddie piped up and you almost snapped your snipe at the speed of which you whirled around to glare at him. He threw his hands up and smiled sheepishly at you.

Steve, however, threw his hand out. “You see!”

“Yeah, we all know it’s because he’d rather lose you than Henderson, don’t flatter yourself,” Robin snorted. Ignoring that quip, you decided to use the sudden bickering to your advantage.

Slipping your jacket from your shoulders, you dropped it into Robin’s lap. You yanked your shoes off and considered taking your jeans off but stopped yourself. The lake couldn’t be too deep.

“Here,” Robin said, handing you the flashlight, keeping a tight grip on Steve’s arm. “You get a minute before I unleash the hounds and he goes looking for you.”

“Three minutes.”

“Two.”

“Deal.”

Eddie peeked over the edge of the boat and winced. “Are we sure this is a good idea?”

“Oh, shut up,” you snapped, executing a perfect dive into the water. Without much effort, you found the glowing red gate and stared at it for a moment. Fuck. It really was back. As if in a trance, you watched your finger reach out for it when a large shadow startled you. Shaking your head, you pushed off the floor and surfaced with a loud inhale.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, how long does it take to check for a glowing red gate?” Steve snapped, hands scrambling for you.

Shaking him off, you sputtered, anchoring yourself to the edge of the boat. “It’s there, guys – it’s at the bottom. It’s more of a small sized gate than the ones we’re used to but…” you stopped, feeling sudden pressure at your calf. Your eyes caught Eddie’s and you brought your hand out to his arm instinctually. Water shot up your nose painfully and you struggled against what was pulling you under. Eyes stinging, you tried to orient yourself but could only focus on the burn in your lungs. You hadn’t taken a proper inhale before you went under and you were almost out of air.

Suddenly the world around you went right side up and you gasped, lungs trying to expel the water that had lodged in your chest. The ragged ground cut you, the pain barely noticeable as you dug your nails into the vine around your leg. It stopped dragging you once you managed to pierce through half of it, your nail beds destroyed. Adrenaline rushed through you as you scrambled to stand, blood trailing down your sides.

Loud screaming had you searching the dark sky above you. What the hell? Were you…shit. Glancing around for a weapon, you grabbed a discarded and rotting oar before you lifted it in the air. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You shouted, swinging it so hard that your bones rattled. The sound of wings had your heart jump into your throat. Shit, you were outnumbered.

The first sharp cut into your arm had you dropping the oar, pain radiating down your limb. You tried to swat at it with your other hand, the feeling of flesh slapping against it. The bat screeched at you, its stupid claws scraping against your face. The third’s tail reached for your neck and you ducked, only narrowly avoiding it.

“Get the fuck away from her!” A voice screamed, echoing in the empty – wherever you were. Eddie launched himself at the third one, splitting in two easily.

“Eddie,” you gasped, arm still hanging limply. The world around you spun but you forced your eyes to focus. You couldn’t fall apart, not now.

A warm hand wrapped around your wrist and he shoved you behind him. “Don’t worry,” he said, teeth gritting, “I’ve got you.”

Both of you swat at the remaining bats, desperate, and Eddie only narrowly avoided another when Steve came running full speed. Nancy and Robin, drenched, followed.

You all stared at the baby gate, your body leaning entirely too much against Eddie’s. “We gotta go,” Nancy said, “come on, into the forest!”

Steve walked along your other side, shouldering your weight so that you could walk faster. You could feel Eddie’s eyes on you, his palm searing against your waist. “This is Lover’s Lake, come on – we can hide under Skull Rock!”

Eddie tucked you under the rock first, his hands careful as you panted – trying to catch your breath. God, your shoulder really hurt. Eddie’s face was twisted into worry as he peered at the gashes, his fingers coated in your blood. “I think it stopped bleeding. I’m going to wrap something around it to help keep it covered from…whatever the fuck this is in the air.” He ripped the bottom of his shirt and winced as he started wrapping it around your arm.

“I can’t believe you jumped in after me,” you said, watching Steve, Robin, and Nancy argue over what to do next.

Robin quipped up. “He dove in faster than Harrington.”

Eddie glared at her, not at all intimidating, and you blinked. “Why?”

The vein, lavender under his skin, throbbed and that seemed to be the breaking point for him. You watched, fascinated, as he stood up and paced in front of you. “Because I’ve been in love with you since like, middle school!”

Everyone quieted and you could feel Steve and Robin’s eyes on you.

“Right,” you said flatly, struggling to stand and put distance between you two.

His arm jutted out like he was going to pull you back but seemed to remember your arm at the last minute. “No, wait, please let me explain!” He pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t…I was just teasing you…I didn’t think it was – that you thought-”

“This is painful,” Robin whispered loudly to Nancy and you watched Eddie flush bright red.

“I didn’t know how to properly express my emotions, obviously, and I thought you knew. I thought that’s why you were always so…”

“Mean?” You finished for him, shocked. “I didn’t know! Eddie what, - why would you - what.”

He ducked his head, hand coming up to the back of his neck, and sighed. “I don’t know, okay? I thought it’d get your attention.”

“By being an asshole?”

“Hey, you weren’t a ray of sunshine yourself.”

Anger flashing through you, Steve stepped between you two and put up his hands. “Everyone calm down. You’re both children. You,” he turned to Eddie, “learn how to communicate effectively and how not to be a bully.”

“-but-”

“And you,” Steve said, turning to you, “I know sometimes it feels like only we understand each other but, you’ve got to learn to let other people in. You did with Robin and look.”

Eyes darting over to Robin’s, she grinned and wiggled her fingers into the air. Biting back your laughter, you turned back to Steve and nodded. “Yeah, alright, whatever.”

“That’s as good as you’re going to get,” Steve told Eddie, turning back to Nancy. “Okay, now let’s get walking.”

Groaning as you stood, Eddie’s hand shot out tentatively and you nodded at him. “Thanks,” you said, using his arm to help steady you. “I need shoes.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie said, glancing down at your feet. Without hesitating, he pulled his off and bent down to help you into them. “They smell like dirty lake water but, you won’t cut yourself.”

“Wait, no, it’s okay-” you said, struggling for your balance as Eddie forcibly picked up one of your feet. Your hand shot out to his shoulder before you toppled into him and let him tie the white Reebok’s onto your foot. “Eddie, you’re going to cut your feet now.”

He shrugged, eyes looking up at you from the ground. “I’m pretty sure you’re missing chunks out of your shoulder, Henderson. And your feet are already bleeding. I can take the hit, you can’t.”

“I can do it,” you started, initial stubbornness bursting out the gate. It quickly dwindled after he shot you a look and you groaned. “Alright, thank you.”

Eddie continued tightening the laces and his hair brushed against your hand. You couldn’t help but reach out and trail a finger over the frizz. Had he really liked you for so long? Even after…after – everything? Not one to easily forget a grudge, the knot in your stomach tightened. He’d caused – no matter how inadvertently – a lot of shit for you. But…he’d apologized. And middle school had been years ago now.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, “I know I didn’t necessarily start the – the nickname but I didn’t stop it either.”

His eyes darted up, still half kneeling in front of you, fingers frozen at the last loop. “Oh.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak,” you started to ramble, anxiety suddenly bubbling up, “I shouldn’t have spread it around. I was just so hurt by how mean to me you always seemed to be and I’ve always thought you were kinda cool because you didn’t seem to give a shit what anyone thought of you. Besides, Dustin worships the ground you walk on and as much as it kills me, he’s a good judge of character.”

The silence after was painful and you winced.

“Thanks for diving in after me,” you added after a beat, “you didn’t have to.”

A slow, steady, smile grew on Eddie’s face as he stood up. “I did, have to,” he said, his hand brushing against yours. “You may not have liked me but my heart has always stubborn. It’s always been you.”

You ducked your head, flustered. Why did it feel like something within you had yawned awake?

“I’m sorry for being a dick,” he said, “these past few months, I…I’ve really looked forward to seeing you every Friday. I always thought we’d be good friends.”

Steve’s voice echoed through the decrepit trees. “What the hell are you two doing? Keep up!” His hands went to his hips and you flipped him off, smiling when he huffed audibly. You started walking towards him, feet feeling a million times better, and you inhaled.

You were never the brave one. Not with the Upside Down, or the demogorgons, or when Billy had tried to kidnap you. You’d never, not once, spoke up to your parents. You wore the dresses they wanted, went to the parties they needed you to, made friends with the right people, and did everything you were supposed to.

A dream, one that not even Steve or Dustin knew, swirled within your ribcage – a secret you’d kept only to yourself. You wanted to rip the Harvard letter to shreds and never step foot in Cambridge. The letter you’d hidden under your mattress, the one that called your name every time you laid down to sleep, that was your secret.

Dear Ms. Henderson,

On behalf of the Rhode Island School of Design, we are pleased to offer you admission for the fall semester of 1986. 

Fingers twitching, like you could feel the paintbrush in your hand, you exhaled. You wanted to stop feeling like you couldn’t breathe every second of every day because it felt like you had an elephant sitting on your chest.

Eyes turning to Eddie, who was walking carefully over the slithering vines, you realized you wanted to be brave. For once.

“I think we’d make good friends too,” you told Eddie, pretending to introduce yourself – like he was a stranger…and maybe he was. “Do you often find yourself in an alternate dimension with your friends?”

The blinding smile that he shot your way felt a little bit like healing.

“I’m Eddie Munson,” he played along, shaking your hand, “and yeah, a normal Sunday for me, you know? Some people go the beach for spring break, me? Livin’ on the wild side.”

A laugh escaped you and you shook your head at him but Eddie’s dopey smile had you surging forward to press a kiss to his smudged cheek. Skin tingling, you almost laughed again at his dazed look. “Not that I’m complaining, but do you go around kissing all your friends? Because if I would’ve known that I would have made a better effort.”

Flustered, you looked down at the vines and shook your head. “No, only the ones who dive into a lake and climb through a gate into another world to try and save me.”

“That seems incredibly specific,” he joked, offering his hand to help you climb over a pile of vines. You intertwined your fingers, his small smile igniting something in your chest.

“It is,” you said, smiling back at him, an understanding settling between you two. Maybe you’d be brave again, after you’d made it out on the other side of all this. Once you’d learned more about him, after some time, maybe…maybe you could be brave together.

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What is a Future Without YOU!?

summary: what if kevin never allowed mei to leave world serpent, and what if kiana and mei met each other under VERY DIFFERENT circumstances

as per usual not revised lmaoo also did i mention my grammar sucks ass and that it's 12:48 am here

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"..The reason I sent you here... was because.. there would never be a second Elysia.", the leader of World Serpent sighed.

Of course she knew that. Elysia was the Previous Era's lucky break and hope of the current era. The reason why she wasn't obliterating everything and anything to shreds.

And because of her, Mei finally had the courage to ask:

"I request to leave World Serpent."

"No.", his response was quick, his tone tinged with the same cold she had been familiar with.

"Why not?"

"..Raiden Mei, do you understand? This is what the Previous Era wanted-"

"Doesn't seem to be the case. Why can't I? Give me a reason.", Mei said. "My patience is running out."

"You are instrumental to Project STIGMA.", Kevin turned around. "Your task will be difficult. This is why I let everything happen in the Elysian Realm. And if anything fails, Kiana will be implicated."

Insane bitch, Mei thought. Those were the memories of what was long gone and he would just kill all of them off (even the last remnants of his best friend) just for what? This 'No matter the cost' attitude was starting to get on her nerves. Never in her lifetime, for anything would she delete memories of Kiana, not even to save the world.

She was about to break out, but then he mentions her.

Kaslanas and their stupid actions.

She was impulsive back then to accept the deal from this serpent.

-

Mei is on the moon base. She's responsible for keeping a lookout on the people she was friends with and updating Raven and Jackal on anything suspicious going on (disrupting Project STIGMA's execution, stealing from the Moon Base, etc)

How she wanted to talk to Kiana again face-to-face. She caught herself staring at her, her perfect-

"Oi, whatcha' doing right now? No-no-no, what are they doing?"

"..I didn't pay attention.", she blushed slightly.

"Awwh, paying attention to your girlfriend much?"

For a second Mei's transported into another universe where this was just a silly game they were playing, and everything's alright- yes, everything's alright until Raven speaks again;

"This is for our Sire. Better not mess this up, princess.", and that nickname's so familiar she doesn't want Raven to call her that again, it reminds her too much of her.

"Mhm, I understand.", she said before continuing to look down.

She's going to lose them. She has to walk faster.

Throughout all this, Mei somehow deludes herself into thinking she's just keeping them safe with every second, minute, and hour she spends observing them.

It gets worse on the 13th hour, though.

"Sire says that you'll have to kill all of them. He's preparing for Project STIGMA right now."

Catch-22. No matter what happens, Kiana won't survive.

This isn't a lucky break, Mei thought resentfully. If only an Elysia could come down and just save all of them, all of them. What use was Herrschers being able to retain human consciousness against this shit? This ISN'T WHAT SHE WOULD'VE WANTED.

She whispers a quick prayer to whatever is listening, to just save everyone with no cost, to make everything better, but she knows it's futile.

She imagines the torture Kiana will go through, however.

"..Can I save one person? Just.. Kiana. I can't-"

"Fine, fine. You negotiate your case to Sire himself."

"We're on different parts of the moon.", Mei sighed.

"Just teasing~". How was that Raven able to crack jokes at such a time? "Sire says: Sure, why not."

Thank you, she mutters to herself. Even if she has to live with the guilt of nearly everyone she loved dying (at her own hands- the blood will never be washed off), at least she could save someone.

-

Kiana loves the flickering vermillion of flame.

But she doesn't like the crimson of blood.

And there's too much of one around, and she's panicking, because why the hell would Mei do this!? She knows Mei hasn't devolved into a cruel, heartless killer, but she would never, right? She hasn't been so brainwashed, right?

"Mei, why..?", Kiana looks around.

She knew Mei would sacrifice the world for her, but in this way?

"Kiana, I'm so sorry for everything I've done.", Mei mutters. "Please, I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone. But this- this is my mission. And you fucking know what'll happen to both of us- no, you. I don't want to imagine what'll happen to you if I fail this bullshit- I-"

"No. I- I don't care if this is your mission or not-"

"Kiana, please, just follow my directions. I'm trying to save you! Please, Kiana, just-"

"I don't want to live in a false dream forever, Mei.", she got up and looked at Mei with longing, pity, and.. resentment. "Why do you still think I-"

"Kiana, I won't be able to live with mysel-"

"So you can live with yourself having killed Bronya!? Class Rep!? Aunt Theresa?! Mei, are you THAT heartless!? What did World Serpent do to you!? I don't want to be saved by you if it means everyone else has to die! I hope this isn't the real you, because I-"

Stab! and Mei's sword cuts into Kiana's body. The last thing the white-haired girl sees before it fades to black is Mei's beautiful purple eyes, tears slowly falling down her face.

"I never wanted it.. to go this way.."

"..Mei.. in.. another..."

She can only hope that sentence is completed with: In another life, we'll be happy together, okay?

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[morganski-19]

Steddie Week Day 2: Angst

@steddie-week

apparently, I can never leave things as a one-shot so today's submission is a continuation of yesterday's. tomorrow's will also be a continuation of this idea so I will properly link it all once it is done.

part 1, part 3

Steve walks up to Eddie’s trailer, muttering small encouragements under his breath. It’s no big deal, just him and Eddie alone. No one to take his focus away or distract him before he says something stupid. No, just him and Eddie in an empty trailer, alone. 

He knows exactly what’s going to happen. Eddie’s going to say something nice like he always does, and Steve is going to flush. Struggle to find something to say in return and instead, just make a total fool of himself and say something too far. Eddie will laugh it off like he does and it returns back to the comfortable silence between two good friends. 

Because it totally wasn’t awkward to just sit in silence with someone while skirting off touches and trying too hard not to stare that you just end up doing it anyway. Totally not awkward. 

All Steve hopes is that he can get through one night without spiraling. Being around Eddie was enough, he can’t let his mind wander to places he knows he’ll never come back from. If he leans into the touch that Eddie loves to give or the smile that seems to form whenever Steve is around, there will be no coming back from that. He’ll tell Eddie how he feels and how he wants this to be more. But it can’t. 

Eddie didn’t like Steve like that. Hell, Steve didn’t even know if he liked guys. Under the assumption that he did, Steve couldn’t help but think that he was so not what Eddie’s type would be. He couldn’t imagine a metalhead dating a preppy ex-jock like him. No, he’d go for someone a bit more rough around the edges. Someone who liked the same music and movies, who didn’t have to stop and ask a million questions every time he talked about something Steve didn’t understand. Someone who didn’t have bad days where his head just couldn’t stop spinning and any small noise made him want to throw up. 

Someone who wasn’t Steve. Because Steve seemed to mess up every relationship he’s ever been in, and he didn’t want to mess up whatever he had with Eddie. 

He knocks on the trailer door, taking a deep breath before putting on a smile he knows is fake. There is stumbling around coming from inside the trailer before the door whips open, Eddie greeting Steve with his big smile. “Stevie, glad to see you actually showed up.”

“I said I would, didn’t I,” he says, trying to be playful but just coming off annoyed. 

Eddie rolls his eyes. “With the way you’ve been avoiding me the past few weeks, I was waiting for a phone call with an excuse.” He leads Steve into the house, shutting the door behind them. “But here you are, and as promised. The late tapes.”

He holds out a stack of two tapes. “There’s supposed to be three,” Steve comments as he takes the tapes out of Eddie’s hands. 

“I am well aware of that. I thought we could watch that one since I know you’re not a fan of horror. Don’t want to have to hold you’re hand when you get too scared.”

The lump returns in Steve’s throat. “Thanks,” he squeaks out, unable to find a response that would make him look better. He really does hate horror movies. 

Eddie brushes him off. “What are friends for, right? Go on, settle in. I’m getting a beer, want one?”

Steve gives him a small nod and focuses on the couch, sitting in his normal spot. Eddie wanders off to the kitchen, muttering something Steve can’t make out under his breath. 

Friends. Steve and Eddie were friends, nothing more. He knew that, forced himself to recognize it on a daily basis. It used to bring him some happiness, knowing that he at least had Eddie in his life. But as they got close, the affection he had for the other man only grew. Now being around him hurt. 

Because Eddie would throw around words not knowing how they would affect Steve. Calling him nicknames that bordered on the line of romantic. Calling him sweetheart or princess just to crawl under his skin, but them having the opposite effect, only making Steve flush instead of getting annoyed. Saying “It’s a date” when they both knew it wasn’t. It was just a regular hangout, but Eddie would call it that just to tease him. 

And Steve couldn’t stop his reactions. His face would betray him as blood rushed to it, painting his face red. His throat would close up with a lump so big that he could barely get a word out. Insides tying up in a knot only to remind him that he was so out of his comfort zone. 

He doesn’t really know why he acts like this, usually acting so smooth and confident around the people he likes. Maybe because there was always the knowledge in the back of his head that if he struck out with the next girl, there would probably be one that wanted him. Even when he was constantly striking out, he never was short on finding words, instead, they just flew out of his mouth in the most awkward way possible. But he was Steve Harrington then, that at least got him something. 

That something didn’t work with Eddie. His ‘Harrington Charm’ was put on the sidelines when the other man was around. Because when Steve was around Eddie, he wasn’t ‘Steve Harrington the old king of Hawkins High’. He was just Steve, plain old Steve who was traumatized and hurt beyond what any other person his age has been. Steve who was fragile and gentle in all the right ways. Steve who was insecure about his appearance and wondered who could see through the cracks of his mask enough to see that he’s not who he claims to be. 

Eddie never saw that though, even though the mask tends to slip whenever Steve was around him. Because out of all the things Eddie did, he never pitied Steve for his pain, never made him feel less than for having a bad day. Never expected anything more from Steve that he couldn’t give, only wanted what he could. He just wanted to be around Steve for Steve. 

It was so easy to fall for Eddie because of that. How could he not? It sometimes felt that there were only two people in the world who knew who Steve really was, Robin and Eddie. The two people he could be himself around and would never get any judgment from. And Robin was his platonic soulmate, it only made sense that the other person would take the other side of his heart. 

“Alright, Stevie,” Eddie plops down on the couch and hands Steve a beer, clanking their bottle together. “Let’s watch this thing.”

Eddie tosses his arm across the back of the couch, hand ghosting over Steve’s shoulder. He shifts, pulling away from the touch he so wants to sink into. “Yeah,” he mumbles. “Let’s watch it.”

[honeyoru]

resonance (steve harrington x superpower! reader) chap. nine TEASER

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a/n: tysm to all the lovlies who are so patient with me. since i've been trying to write longer chapters, i don't have an estimate of when chap. 9 will be posted. until then, enjoy this tidbit to see what's coming next.

ALSO i've finally started a taglist, so if you'd like to be notified when I update, please comment and let me know!

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You had never felt more useless than you did sulking on the Byers’ couch, listening to Steve and Dustin bicker as they attempted to shove a dead Demodog into Joyce’s fridge. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s a biohazard,” Max called to them from her spot next to you, a faint look of disgust crossing her face at the squelching noises you could hear. 

“That’s what I said!” Steve’s muffled voice yelled back, cursing when something fell out of the fridge and crashed onto the floor. 

“Like you even know what a biohazard is Hair-ington,” Dustin yelled back.

“Sticking a monster corpse in the fridge next to Joyce’s casserole,” Lucas snarked from where he sat against the living room wall. “Definitely the best way to preserve your ‘scientific discovery,’” you rolled your eyes, unable to fight a smile. He snickered when he saw you and Max were both amused, the slingshot on his leg bouncing with every move. 

The soft jostling of the fridge rang out every now and then as the boys continued to push the monster inside. “Get the door, man!”

“What do you think I’m doing!”

Your eyes shot to the ceiling. This is what Hopper would rather have you do than kick monster ass.

“Ew, Jesus,” You heard Steve finally breathe as the slam of the door echoed through the house. 

“I wanted to make another sandwich,” you lamented dryly when they strolled back into the living room, Dustin looking pleased as punch, Steve… not so much.

He sent you a worried look before glaring at the kid, perching on the edge of the couch arm. “Your ‘scientific discovery’ is gonna be the reason we die if our superhero here has no energy, dipshit.” 

“Then go make her a sandwich!” Dustin bit back, crossing his arms. “You can still reach most of the stuff in the fridge.”

Mike groaned, interrupting Steve’s insistence that Upside Down germs surely would have contaminated everything inside the fridge by now. Mini-Wheeler had been pacing anxiously nearly the whole time they were preserving the dog. “This is so stupid!”

“Mike, would you just stop already?” Lucas said, letting his head fall back against the wall.

“You weren't in there, okay, Lucas?” the lanky boy shook his head. “That lab is swarming with hundreds of those dogs.”

“Demodogs!” 

“She’ll be fine,” you ignored Dustin, entirely unconvinced of the whole situation but steadfast in trusting the girl. “El’s strong.”

“See!” Lucas nodded, pointing at you. “Nightcrawler killed a ton of them anyway, El will be fine. The chief will take care of her.” 

You squinted at the nickname and were just about to respond when Mike scoffed loudly. 

“Like El needs protection. But it should’ve been you to go instead of her,” he spat towards you. “It's too dangerous.”

You hardly reacted to the boy apart from your eyebrows raising, a sharp contrast to the other occupants in the room, who held their breath at his aggression. 

It did nothing but make you pity him, however. You pitied all of them, really, for having to deal with this. 

Outwardly, however, you refrained from showing it, choosing instead to appear wholly unfazed by his tantrum. “First of all, take the bass out of your voice, Baby Wheeler,” you said sweetly with a deadly smile, crossing your arms. “You said it yourself, she doesn’t need protection. It’s not like I wanted to stay here, but I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t believe in her.” 

He turned bright red, unable to mask the fear that was still in his eyes. You felt your heart sting in sympathy. “Yeah right,” he seethed, arms flailing around dramatically. “You barely even argued to go!” He continued after clocking the way your left eye just barely twitched. “It’s not like you care about them. You’d probably rather have them die than you, you�� you cowardly—”

The air was still all of a sudden, with your hand gripping his collar from where you had teleported (unnecessarily) the few feet in front of you, choosing to lean down in his face while the rest of the group gasped at what he had said. 

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taglist: @afraidofshrimp

[larry-is-my-anchor1]

Rewatching Teen Wolf all over again because it’s my comfort show.

The last time I rewatched I recognized how JD took mythology and pretty much shat on it. It appears he thinks the fans are stupid.

And it’s not my first time at rewatching (as again my comfort show), because I noticed on a previous occasion that most of the writing had discrepancies. Like was the sherif there or not when his wife died? And how old really is Derek? First he was only 19. Then Derek was made older because guessing since the fans liked the scenes between Hoechlin and O’Brien. Like JD really thought the fans would forget his age was changed?

Also where does Stiles get his nickname from maternal or paternal grandfather? Discrepancies from the first season episode 5 to the season where he was taken by the ghost riders.

In season 2 when Gerard says to Allison she’s almost eighteen but in season 1 she turns 18. wtf!

In season 3 Lydia alludes to Stiles not being human when she says to leave the figuring out to someone human, when they didn’t know who was doing the sacrificing.

Now I’m focusing on how literally JD shat on Derick Hale. Repeatedly. It wasn’t bad enough this character was abused as a child, but then his entire family was brutally murdered. Then he’s left alone and just more crap keeps happening to him. Of course the first thing he does is try to get a pack. He can’t be an omega.

He’s also dealing with trauma of being in shame, the his family is murdered, which adds even more shame and more trauma because he feels responsible for the deaths Derek’s also only a few years older than Scott, Stiles and the rest. He’s not going to be amazing at being an alpha initially. He’s a traumatized older teen or young adult. He didn’t want to be an Alpha. Nor was he ever given a proper chance. He didn’t have guidance. Wtf Deaton. You couldn’t help him?

Beginning of season 3 when they had to do the ice bath sub consciousness thing with Isaac why did it take two wives to hold Isaac down. Poor Isaac whose already been through to much had to have claws in his neck and then practically drowning. But only took one person to hold down Scott, Alison and Stiles. Did Isaac have that darkness around him also?

Then in season 3B they mentioned that Stiles plays chess. But in season 1 they say only the Sheridan plays. Do JD and his writers really think people do not pay attention? If they care about ratings then care about the loyalty and intelligence of fans. But instead they just baited us and made us seem insane.

Season 4 episode 6, when stiles and Lydia are trying to see Meredith, Parrish tells Bronsky that he was caught blowing a breathalyzer test in Canaan. Later on we learn Canaan has existed in decades. JD thinks we’re fools.

But Derek was also too young to have had to find a new pack, when his family was brutally murdered. Perhaps that’s why he was grumpy. He was desperate.

A few months ago he had to end his girlfriends life as she was brutally attacked. Giving power to the nemeton. Which then gave power to Julia/jennifer/darach. Come on now.

Then flipping Kate somehow makes him a kid again and he has to deal with losing his powers.

Pack means everything to wolves. He again couldn’t be an omega. And to have to do it semi alone and then truly alone. Then trying to help a bitten werewolf understand what being a wolf means.

Plus he also has to live in the place his family was killed.

Then his damn groomer returns.

Then his little sister comes back and he chooses to make himself a punching bag for her and Boyd. He is always truly sacrificing himself.

Then his asshole uncle can’t remember if he’s good or bad but keeps abusing him! Peter was also never much of a help when Derek were youngsters.

Then a flipping dark Druid abuses him too. Like leave Derek the fuck alone. Don’t even get me started on the garbage Teen Wolf movie. That was utter and absolute garbage.

[honeybewrites]

okay so i'm definitely going to do a deeper dive of your wip posts when i have time, but i saw you mention some of your secondary/minor characters like asurr and airvix- i don't think i've seen much about them, but just from that other ask where they were briefly mentioned they sound really interesting!! i would like to request any rambles you have about them if you're up for it lol

I am always up for rambles!!! And thank you for even just briefly stopping by my corner of the internet :) It makes me so happy!!!

This also turned out way longer than I expected it too. Oops.

Let's start with Ronan (Rage) Airvix!

The Airvix name is well known through Mirralia. All members of the name are well established figures of society. Think politicians, high ranking military, predominant healers, that kind of thing. So Ronan comes from a long line of high expectations, and he did not disappoint.

He went to healing school to become a certified Healer, and then joined the Mirralian military as a pilot and field Healer. His name quickly became well known through the Mirralian government as one of the best pilots they'd ever had.

Soldiers would always say to new recruits and people who had never worked with him before, "You better confess your sins (aka injuries from being stupid) now, unless you want to deal with Rage." The nickname stuck. And it suited him too. Rage's hot temper when it comes to healing is well known, but otherwise, he's a complete puppy!

Very friendly, talkative, kind, and maybe just a tad fatherly. It always surprises people as they expect with a big name like his, he'd have gotten a pretty big head.

What surprises people more, if the fact that he's blind. Rage has no trouble getting around or even fighting. When he was very young, he was involved in an accident that blinded him. Stubborn and determined as he is, especially at that age, he learned how to use elemental (the WIPs version of magic) to "see." Similar to Toph from AtLA, Rage can see his surroundings, outlines and details. You could also think of it like a bat. It has greatly increased his energy stamina (something required to use elemental) and in turn allows him to use more "taxing" elemental without getting quite as exhausted.

While in the Mirralian military, with his name being spread like fire, the Mors took an interest in him. And eventually, they offered him a job. Field handler and healer to some of their Assets and squads. The pay was ten times better, and so was the rank as the Mors were a special division. Plus, Rage was teased to possibly being let onto a high class project with his old school mate, Healer Asurr.

So Rage accepted the position. And that's how he came to meet 703 and adopt her become her field handler!

Now for Healer Asurr!

Dyvx Asurr was just your average kid. They came from a decent off family, an only child, and they had a pretty good childhood. They were exceptional in school, earning the top grades in every class, even skipping a few years. But Asurr always had a fascination for... questionable things.

They had several healing books and would often spend hours reading about some of the most horrendous acts committed during the Dragon War. Asurr could retain information like an encyclopedia and was constantly coming up with new ideas.

They would often capture animals and conduct experiments on them. They kept a very detailed log in a journal about their findings and future experiments they wished to conduct. Slowly though, they started moving to bigger, less four legged creatures for their experiments. Their log expressed a deep desire to conduct several experiments on other intelligent beings.

After graduating basic school early, Asurr went on to healing school where they met Airvix. The two were close, though Airvix never knew of his friend's experiments or other questionable hobbies. The two went their separate ways after school.

Finally free and out on their own, Asurr went about trying to make their desired experiments a reality. It took a few years, but they were finally able to kidnap a Mirralian. One just shy of crossing the legal age. His experiment went gruesomely wrong and resulted in the Mirralian's death.

It quickly caught the government and media's attention. Along with the Mors. Healer Asurr faced trial and was convicted. The public was told they would be sentenced to twenty years of confinement. However, that was not the sentence carried out. Instead, Healer Asurr was interviewed by the Mors. The Mors were curious about their theories and experiments, and Healer Asurr was more than happy to tell them. After the long interview, Asurr was offered a job with the Mors. A very high position, with all the resources they could ask for, to carry out their experiments. The Mors had a very special project they wanted Asurr to perfect for them.

Project Viall.

The project that would eventually create Asset 703.

[hotshot624]

✨🐞Bullet Train Agere Headcanons: Flip LadyBug 🐞✨

Hi so I just wanna say that I've never written anything for Bullet Train so this is definitely going to be absolutely horrible but it's the best I could do. Hopefully other people in the Agere community who can write better than me will see this and feel inspired to make an actual good headcanon, but until then y'all are gonna have to deal with this horse shit. Enjoy🥰

(Non of the images below are mine. I found them all on Pinterest)

✨🐞Regressor!Ladybug Headcanons 🐞✨

(this was the softest picture I could find of him soooo. I think he looks small in this but I understand if y'all can't see it the way I do)

Wanted to try out age regression after Barry, his therapist, suggested it to him after the events of bullet train (obviously Ladybug didn't tell him everything but Barry still knows that my mans somehow got more traumatized than the last time he saw him, believing whatever bullshit lie Ladybug came up with)

Was a little confused at first when Barry told him about it and after he went home to do some more research he decided to give it a try

He didn't regress immediately but after a few weeks of trying, he was able to and it's now one of his go too coping mechanisms

His age range is 3-6 years old, so he's not like a super little guy but he's still smol

While he usually does have great control, sometimes when something really triggers him, he does end up slipping

Maria had to find this out the hard way since of course Ladybug forgot to tell her this important information before accepting another grab and go mission

So obviously during the supposably "easy" mission, Ladybug's bad luck decided to show it's ugly face and lo and behold poor Ladybug ended up accidentally killing a bunch of people and no matter how hard Maria tried to comfort him, nothing seemed to calm poor Ladybug down, resulting in him slipping :(

Now Maria had no idea what was going on with him and why he sounded so scared and she swore it sounded like he was crying. Thinking that he just had a head injury, she very gently talked him through getting him out of the building he was in and to a spot where she could go and pick him up

When she did pick him up, she could see that he was indeed crying (poor boy☹️) and even had his thumb in his mouth while hugging his knees to his chest. She tried to soothe him while driving, and it's only after they were in the safe house she had set up for him, calmed him down some more, got him to bathe, had him change into some comfy clothes, even letting him cuddle against her as they watched TV, that she finally had time to think about what was happening with him and realized that he was age regressing

From that day on she dubbed herself his unofficial caregiver. She says she's only looking after him when he's little because she doesn't trust him to do anything stupid alone when he's small but we all know it's because she cares about him so much. Ladybug is just happy he has someone to take care of him because having to take care of yourself sucks when all you wanna do is play with his toys or watch cartoons all day long

Her nickname, as wells as Lemon's, for him when regressed is "Littlebug" and he loves it so much, it makes him feel so soft and fuzzy and, most of all small. Unfortunately this has the same affect on him when he's big and if he hears either of them say it he immediately starts to slip and has such a hard time staying big. Sometimes when Tangerine wants to be a dick or wants a play mate (hint hint to the next headcanon I'm working on hint hint) he'll teasingly call him "Littlebug" and with only a little cooing and some baby talk, Littlebug comes out to play!

He is just the sweetest regressor. Like he's super polite, always saying "please" and "thank you" and is almost always smiling too! He very rarely argues when he's told it's time for bed or to eat his vegetables, only times he does get upset are usually when he's just tried or had a really bad day

He's also very affectionate, wanting to cuddle with all of his friends and no matter how busy they are, they always make room so he can cuddle with them. He also loves giving kisses on people's cheeks. The only downside is that his lips, for some odd reason, are always like....super wet when he's regressed? If that makes sense. Like it's as if he's constantly licking his lips, especially when he goes in for a kiss so prepare to be covered in slobber!

His nicknames to call his current caregiver usually are just shortened versions of there names

Like Lemon is "Lems", Maria's just being "Mari". Even tho Tangerine's isn't really his caregiver, he calls him "Tang".

He has a crate full of calico critters toys

He loves how cute they look and they make him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. He wasn't really able to play with them when they came out because 1. He was an adult and wasn't regressing at the time 2. They were considered "girl toys" and 3. He was in the army (idk if that's actually true but for my headcanon he was before he started doing whatever the hell you would call what he's doing now). But now that none of those things matter to him anymore and he's allowed to freely indulge in playing with whatever he wants without having to worry about what others think of him, he buys as many calico critters and their accessories as he can find.

While he owns most of the figures, his favorite and main family he plays with is the Stripped Cat family. He just thinks they look super cute and even owns the little baby twins you can get separate from them. He also owns the family cruising car, country tree school, the school bus, family seven seater, as well as all of the housing add ons, and a good amount of furniture. He makes a lot of money with the few missions he goes on, so he's gonna buy whatever the hell he wants. He deserves to indulge in himself every now and then

He owns only a few other toys but their just random ones he found at stores that caught his eye. They range from stuffed animals to action figures to Legos.

His favorite show to watch while regressed are the care bears and the teenage mutant ninja turtles. It usually depends on how small he's feeling when he picks one of the shows, with younger being care bears and bigger being the ninja turtles

Likes drinking from sippy cups, ones with handles when he's smaller and ones without when bigger

While he still seems to have his bad luck with him while he's regressed, for some odd reason, it's not as severe as it usually is when he's feeling big. The worst that happens to him when he's regressed is spilling his drink on himself, tripping on thin air, or just getting minor injuries like paper cuts or scrapes. They're not minor to him tho, and he needs colorful band-aids as well as emergency kisses to make the better. And no matter who's looking after him, be it Maria or Lemon or hell even Tangerine, they all scummaged to his wobbly lip and teary eyes and give him kisses on his "very serious injuries". (Why is this so cute to think about 😭😭)

This kid puts literally everything in his god damn mouth, literally no one knows how he's still alive with the amount of diseases he probably now has

And I'm not talking like his hand or maybe an occasional toy (even tho he does put those in his mouth). No. I'm talking like sticks. Rocks. Jewelery. His hair. Hair brush handle (specifically wooden ones). Other people's hair. Literally everything he sees goes in his mouth. Lemon, on many occasions, has had to wrestle multiple TV remotes out from his fangs while Maria sits on the couch cuddling with an equally amused regressed Tangerine on her lap (another hint hint to one of the other headcanons coming up hint hint)

They do end up getting him some teething toys and some chewlery, since he doesn't like pacifiers that much, and he'll use them if he's reminded to but usually he just forgets they're even there and just opts to putting other things in his mouth and chewing on those instead

Has like a weird relationship with bugs. Like on one hand he thinks their super cool, being able to name a bunch of them and even owning some graphic kiddy looking T-shirts and onesies, but god forbid a touches him. He will stand their in shock for a few seconds and without warning, screech at the top of his lungs so loud, like he could put a banshee out of a job loud. BUT DON'T KILL THE BUG! As much as he hates being touched by bugs, he still doesn't want it to die

Littlebug: *screams bloody murder at the ant on his arm*

Lemon: *runs into the room with a Glock out ready to shoot anyone who so much as breathes in Ladybug's direction* What! What's wrong luv?!

Littlebug: *unintelligible frantic mumbles and whines as he franticly shakes his arm with the ant on it, gesturing to it with the other hand, with tears and snot running down his face*

Lemon: *sighs in relief knowing nothing's actually hurting him* Right. Alright, come ere, I'll kill it for ya.

Littlebug: *eyes now the size of saucers, screaming and crying harder* NO, DON' HURT 'IM

Lemon: *now completely exasperated* well then if you don' want me to kill it, what you want me to do about it luv?

Littlebug: SOMETHING! JUS DON' HURT DA ANT! THAT'S MEAN AND HE DON'T DESERVE IT! HE MIGHT HAB A FAMILY LEM!

Lemon: *sighs even louder, knowing he's literally not even getting payed for this*

Alright so this is turning out to be a super long ass headcanon and we're only half way done so maybe I'll do a part two for regressor!Ladybug, but to wrap it up, Ladybug is a sweetheart regressed or not (but more so regressed) and I just love him sooooo much but now we're gonna move on to the other part of the headcanons that I've been waiting for and are gonna be even worse than these so buCKLE UP!!!

✨🐞Caregiver! Ladybug headcanons🐞✨

(no stop because this look was so caregiver of him. Again maybe it's just me, but like I'm telling y'all, this screams caregiver energy)

One of the nicest caregivers you'll ever meet

Probably to like exist ever

He really does enjoy taking care of people and he loves kids so it's a win-win for him

He's also super supportive of any type of healthy coping mechanisms, so he totally would never judge anyone for something like this

He's a very sweet and playful caregiver. He loves playing any games that his little came up with, always playing along. He'll do silly voices and dumb little moves just to get them to laugh and it works every time

100% shares his toys with his little if they want to play with his toys. He'll play any character that he's told to play as without a problem. Well there is one problem actually. Sometimes when he gets really into playing with the toys, he'll slip accidentally. The good news is now his little has Littlebug as a playmate! Bad news is they don't have a caregiver to look after them and now have to go call Maria or Lemon to come and babysit. Luckily for two of them, Maria and Lemon love babysitting

Type of caregiver who likes to swing his arms when he's holding his littles hand. Sometimes he'll even skip with them when there walking somewhere and it's just so cute omg😭😭😭

Lemon is Tangerine's number one caregiver so I think you can guess who's Tangerine's second one is 😌

It's Maria.

Ladybug is Lemon's last pick and Ladybug tries not to be offended by it but sometimes it gets to him.

Like honestly, you shoot someone in the throat ONE time-

Little!Tangerine loves him though and gets super excited when he finds out Ladybug is babysitting him. Caregiver Ladybug is just so sweet and fun to be around so who wouldn't be excited to be with him

Only downside to having him look after you, is that he can't really cook for shit.

I mean I'm being a bit dramatic here. He can cook very basic foods like Mac n cheese, grilled cheese, pasta, burgers, and PB and J sandwiches, easy stuff like that. But like literally anything else he somehow manages to ruin. Like I'm talking it literally is no longer edible

Ladybug: * slowly shuffling out of the kitchen, covered in what looks like food* so um......Who wants take out?

Small Lemon and even smaller Tangerine: *look up from playing on the carpet* Me! Me! I wan it! Me!

Maria: *who was watching them on the couch* Take-out? Why the hell would we get take out? You were just in the kitchen cooking for like 30 minutes, what the hell happened?

Ladybug: We'll you see-

*Cut to them staring at a lump of....something on the counter that is somehow burnt and raw with one half covered in seasoning and the other half bare with a fork that looks like was cooked in it*

Ladybug: so um....yeah... it's... it's not as bad as it looks

Maria: I'm pretty sure feeding this to someone is considered a war crime..... I'll just go make an order for some Chinese food while you find a way to dispose of this without it burning a hole through Earth's crust

Ladybug: *mumbling to himself* now your just being mean...

ANYways

He loves reading/telling stories to his little. He'll read whatever story his little picks out for him, even if it's one they've read for the past two weeks, he'll read it with as much energy and enthusiasm as he did the first time. If his little wants him to make his own story, you best believe it's gonna be the best god damn story you've heard in your entire life. There full of adventure, comedy, drama, and sometimes romance depending on what his little wants to hear. He always adds in a reason for the story like "that's why you should always be nice to others" or "never bottle up your emotions" or something like that if that makes sense

He's really good at helping his little calm down if something upsets them or triggers them. He's great at breathing methods, the 54321 exercise, and just anything that can help someone from having a panic or anxiety attack. He ALWAYS makes sure to comfort his little afterwards too. Though depending on what his little is comfortable with depends on on how he'll comfort them. If they don't want to be touched he'll just sit next to them and talk in a soothing voice and try distracting them by telling them something that happened today or a mission he went on (a kid friendly version of course) or putting on their favorite show. If his little is okay with touch, he'll wrap them up in a blanket and cuddle them on his bed, running his hands through their hair and stroking their back as he rocks them gently

He's also very good with regressors of any age. Depending on how old his little is (and personality) depends on how he'll act with them

Like for example, Lemon regresses to a pretty high age, somewhere between 6-8, so Ladybug can be a little rougher when playing with him, like wrestling or playing with nerf guns, and not have to worry about him not understanding what he's doing and thinking he's being mean. He can also play different games with Lemon, like video games or board games or things like tag, since little!Lemon would have a better understanding of it than a younger regressor

Ladybug is also good with younger regressing people like Tangerine who regresses from 1-3. He's very gentle with Tang, talking to him in a silly voice or a soothing manner depending on Tangerine's mood. He'll play with blocks with him or sit down at a minni table and eat the "delicious food" Tang makes in his little toy kitchen. He also plays baby games like peek-a-boo or paddy cake or tickle monster (actually he plays that with any age, just younger regressors a little teensy weensy bit more) with no shame. Ladybug is having way to much fun being able to play around with Tang for a even a whisper of embarrassment to come to him

He's really into physical contact with his little if they'll allow him. Whether it's holding there hand, giving them a hug, cuddling, or picking them up, he's loves every moment of it. Positive physical contact with a loved one or friend is great for someone's mental health and Ladybug is a big supporter of this fact.

While he does a have a bunch of rules like not staying up past a certain time (depending on current age of regressor), eating all of your veggies, or not allowing more than one cookie/ treat before dinner, he's not very strict with them and if they beg hard enough, he'll usually break and let them have what they want

There are somethings, however, that are big no nos in his book and no matter how good their puppy eyes are, they won't get away with. Examples are like throwing things or hitting either him or especially someone else. Just because you're upset, doesn't mean you can hurt other people and makes sure to tell them that. Bottling up emotions until they burst out are on the list too. He's right there and he makes it very apparent that they should always tell him if something is wrong even if it's embarrassing because it could effect their metal health and make it worse for themselves in the long run. He also hates lying. Lying is a form of mistrust and when his little lies to him, he sees it as him not being a good enough caregiver that they felt the need to lie to him. He also now thinks that he can't trust his little with certain things like staying up a little later or any other privileges because he doesn't trust them that they're okay and aren't actually that tired or stuff like that

But usually things like this very rarely happen so he's usually very chill

All in all, Ladybug is a great caregiver, being so sweet and understanding, as well as a super cute regressor and it think he's just the cutest thing ever thank you very much

(I just now realized how many more headcanons I have for Regressor!Ladybug than I do for Caregiver!Ladybug so everyone just ignore that and pretend there's a even amount. Okay? Okay.)

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IT'S FINISHED! FINALLY! I'm so sorry this took so long for those of you who were waiting. I had a lot going on, that being me being incredibly sick and even throwing up unfortunately as well as being in excruciating pain, but luckily I'm doing sooooooo much better than before. I would like to say that it's been like more than 4 months since I've written something so if you're wondering why this was absolutely garbage than this is why. I know a bunch of people were looking forward to this and I'm so sorry to y'all cuz I feel like this wasn't what you guy's were expecting, like I hype it up to be so much better than you guys thought it was gonna be so I do hope you guys liked it especially those who were so kind and sent me things showing me how excited you were for it. My next headcanon is gonna be for Regressor/Big Sib!Tangerine so if any of you want to send me some headcanons so I could put them in feel free! Just make sure I can see your @ that way I can credit you! Okay that's all for now, have a great day/night/whatever happening where you are and I love you guys so much, byyyyyyeeee 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜