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[misteria247]

'Why couldn't I have that?'

The thought echoed in her head, refusing to stop repeating itself. Her dark blue eyes watched the scene before her, unable to process what she was seeing. The sounds of laughter, her laughter rang out. Accompanied by the deep baritone chuckles and chiming light giggles of her parents. In front of her, stood a family. A different version in a vast universe of her family.

The Northwest family.

Only these people, these adults were different from from the people Paz personally knew. Preston Northwest, this dimension's version of him, smiled down at Pacifica with a soft look in his gaze. His own dark blue eyes shining with warmth and fatherly pride. Priscilla, was showering Pacifica with loving kisses and nuzzling her cheeks. Causing Pacifica to laugh in glee. Paz stared, a strange tight sensation in her chest and stomach.

How could you just leave me standing? Alone in a world so cold?

'Why....? Why don't my parents look at me like that?'

Paz couldn't help but wonder recalling her own mother's cold green eyes and her own father's icy blue eyes. Never showing an ounce of warmth that these people shown.

Maybe I'm just too demanding? Maybe I'm just like my father too bold, maybe I'm just like my mother, she's never satisfied.

Was she just not doing enough for her parents? Was she just not perfect enough for Preston and Priscilla? Is that why, instead of the laughter and happiness, she instead received the screaming and disappointment? What made this Pacifica better than her? What was she doing differently to get this love, this affection?

Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like, when the doves cry-

"Paz?"

Paz jumped when she felt a hand gently touch her back. Looking away she was met with Fidds looking at her tenderly. Ford was a bit behind him, working on the tech to take them home.

"Honey bee, are you okay?"

Fidds asked, a knowing look in his gaze.

Paz blinked, her eyes burning for some strange reason.

"Yeah....I'm okay. I just want to get home...."

Paz said, voice cracking slightly. Fidds eyes softened, gently bringing her into his side to hug her.

"We'll be home soon. I promise."

[stevie-petey]

episode three: the pollywog

Steve looks over at you, not necessarily amused, but flattered nonetheless. “You know my class schedule?” A blush spreads across your face as you look away from him, but Steve still sees it and something flutters in his chest. He’s always thought you were pretty when you blushed, but you’re even prettier when he’s the reason why. “I pay attention,” you dodge.

Summary: you lecture jonathan about daddy issues and then have an intellectual debate about healthy relationships, you play Mr. Love Dr with Steve, nancy and jonathan go on a sick side quest (and actually inform you this time !), meanwhile: you're about to put a leash on your damn brother.

Rating: general, some curing

Warnings: use of y/n, fem!reader, cursing, slight reference to billy being mean and trauma

Words: 6.7k

Before you swing in: hello ! my first day of spring semester is tomorrow, so here's a quick lil chapter for yall :) i wont have a lot of time to update as frequently anymore, but i promise i will continue to update as much as i can <3 in the meantime, enjoy this chapter n have a lovely day my dears !!

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Like most mornings, you’re up and ready before Dustin has even woken up.

“Dustin! C’mon, wake up! Jonathan will be here soon and–” You try to open your brother’s door, but it’s locked. “What the–? Dustin! Hello?”

You begin pounding on his door, trying and failing to get in, and right as you’re about to break the door down, your mom comes in from the kitchen. “Y/N, Dusty has already left.”

“Left? Like, he went to school already?” No way in hell that kid has just decided to get up and ready for school any earlier than he needed to. That kid could sleep thirty hours if given the chance.

“Yup! He left pretty early this morning, said he had a test to study for.” Your mom says as she wanders back towards the kitchen to make her usual cup of coffee.

“Huh,” you’re starting to worry that maybe Dustin��is hiding something. First he blocked the door from you last night, now he’s supposedly leaving early for some test? He’s hiding something, you know he is. What worries you, though, is that Dustin hasn’t felt the need to hide anything from you since the whole El fiasco.

Which hadn’t ended well.

As you’re lost in thought, mentally going through Dustin’s actions these last few days, Jonathan walks through your front door, keys in hand.

“Hey, bug. Ready to go?”

“Yeah,” you shake your head to clear any more thoughts. You’ll interrogate Dustin later. “Let me grab my bag, one sec.”

Jonathan nods before he’s attacked by your mom, who pulls him into a hug squeals. “Jonathan!”

“You saw me last night, Mrs. Henderson.” He pats her back awkwardly, mouthing “help me” towards you, but you only laugh and grab your bag from your room.

As soon as you have your stuff, you and Jonathan head out. You sneak some glances at him while he drives, memories from last night crashing back. The party… Well, who could’ve seen any of that coming? Considering how shitty the night turned out, Jonathan looks better at least. However, the bruises on his knuckles make you frown.

“I’m sorry about Billy,” you say, grabbing the bruised hand. His skin is rough against yours, but familiar all the same.

Jonathan gives you an incredulous look. “You’re sorry?”

“Yes…?”

“Bug, no. We aren’t doing this.” He shakes his head, pulling his hand away to run it through his hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Billy was being a piece of shit, you needed my help, so I did what any sane person would do.”

You’re silent, not used to having such aggression from Jonathan aimed at you. He’s not necessarily mad at you, but you and him have had some issues in the past about stuff like this. You’ve always apologized for other people’s actions, as if you getting hurt is somehow always your fault. He hates that you do it.

You hate that you always do it. But you can’t help it, it’s almost second nature at this point.

Jonathan, reading your mind, sighs. His anger dissipates and he grabs your hand now, kissing your knuckles softly. “I’m sorry for yelling. I just… You mean the world to me, Y/N. I love you, I will always be there for you. I’d punch Billy a million more times if I needed to, without you ever having to ask me.”

“I know, but–”

“If you feel guilty I will pull this car over and shake your pretty little head until I finally knock some sense into it.”

Finally, you laugh. “Now that’s just dramatic.”

“Do I need to pull over?”

“No,” you raise your hands up in surrender. “I’ll shut up now.”

Jonathan nods his head. “Good, just the way I like it.”

You smack his chest, and he fake screams in pain. He makes a show of it, hunching himself over while he drives and clutches at his chest, which you giggle at. He’s laughing as well, and it’s one of your “normal” moments that have become so few and far between. Just you and Jonathan, giggling in his car early in the morning as you drive to school, your laughter is just enough to keep the two of you warm.

Jonathan’s ladybug ring catches the morning light and the bee wrapped around your neck buzzes against your skin.

But “normal” never lasts long anymore, and you remember Nancy’s drunken eyes from last night and Steve’s loneliness in his voice when he asked you why everyone keeps leaving him. The memories cause your giggles to fade off, the small moment of joy now gone.

Jonathan sees your mood change and, because he’s always on the same page as you, purses his lips. “So… It’s now tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, remembering telling him last you’d talk about Steve and Nancy tomorrow. “It’s now tomorrow.”

“Why’d you insist on driving Steve home?”

The question is innocent enough, but you sense that how you answer it could change things. “He was upset.”

“Sure, but you almost bit my head off when I last asked about that guy. Then you wanted to drive him home?” Jonathan keeps his eyes on the road ahead of him, though he clenches his jaw ever so slightly. But you see it. You always see it.

“Bee… I had to, okay? Please, can we just leave it at that?” You don’t want to talk about your fucking feelings with the first boy you’ve ever loved, the boy who doesn’t love you back.

Jonathan swallows, takes another deep breath, and then nods. “I took Nancy home, like Steve asked. She was… Very drunk. Had to carry her into bed.”

“I’m sorry about that, too.”

“You didn’t shove alcohol down her throat.”

“No, but I did encourage her to go to that stupid party while she was fighting with Steve.”

“Steve and Nancy have been fighting?”

Shit. You forgot that Jonathan didn’t know.

“Okay, yes” you say, but right as Jonathan’s eyes light up, you’re quick to backtrack. “But if I tell you anything else, you have to swear to keep it between us. Got it?”

“I won’t say a word.”

You sigh, really hoping you aren’t breaking Nancy’s trust. Technically, she hadn’t asked you to keep your conversation from yesterday private, but… It feels wrong telling Jonathan about it. “Nancy and Steve have been fighting, yes, but not in the way you’d think.”

You’ve arrived at school, so Jonathan quickly parks the car before motioning for you to keep talking. “Go on, I’m curious now.”

“God, you’re a worse gossip than I am. Anyways, she’s mad at Steve for brushing off Barb’s death, in a sense. But also, like… Steve isn’t really brushing off Barb’s death? I think he just wants to help Nancy, those are his intentions, but he doesn’t know how. He thinks dinner dates, going to parties, and spending a lot of time together will get her mind off of things.”

Jonathan scoffs. “Well, babying Nancy won’t help.”

“I know, and you’re right, but Nancy should have expressed this to Steve better, don’t you think? I mean, we don’t know what happened last night, but it seems like she tried drinking away her anger towards him rather than actually talking to him.”

“And how can we know Steve wouldn’t just run away or something? Actually be up for it, be proactive rather than retroactive. It seems like Nancy needs to do something about Barb’s death.”

Frustration builds within you. “And what good does assuming something actually do? Assuming that Steve wouldn’t listen is wholly unfair and honestly, a bit rude. He’s her boyfriend, she can’t just assume he wouldn’t care. Steve has done everything he can to show he cares, that he loves her, so I think Nancy should be the one to voice her feelings and let him know what she needs. What she wants.”

Jonathan looks away. “And what should Nancy want, bug?”

You’re silent.

Somehow, you and Jonathan aren’t fighting about Steve and Nancy anymore.

“I… I don’t know.” You look out the window, watching as students pass by.

After a tense silence, Jonathan tries to crack a joke. “Oh, you’ll laugh at this! Caught Bob sneaking out the house like some shameful teenage boy this morning.”

You turn towards him now. “Why would I laugh at that? I think it’s sweet, your mom seems happy.”

“Sure, but…” Jonathan’s smile falters, not expecting you to be so stoic as a reaction. “He’s kinda a loser, you gotta admit.”

“Jonathan Byers, I literally had to save you from bullies, five times my size, as a girl, when we were twelve.”

“Okay, I didn’t mean it like that–”

“You should be nicer about Bob. He’s a good guy, he actually cares about you, Will, and your mom. After the hell you guys went through with Lonnie, you should be appreciative of Bob.” You’re so angry now, your fists shake with rage. “You have a healthy father figure in your life now, which I would kill to give Dustin, and even if you don’t like him, you’re luckier for it.”

Jonathan is quiet. He’s staring down at his steering wheel in shame, and you feel bad for snapping so suddenly. You aren’t sorry for your anger towards him, his attitude towards Bob has been bothering you for a while. However, it doesn’t mean you have to be a bitch about it just because of your own issues surrounding shitty dads.

“I’m sorry, bee. You have a right to feel uncomfortable about the change, but I just think you should give Bob a chance. I like the guy.” You offer, looking over at your friend tentatively.

“No, you’re right. I know you are, it just takes some getting used to, I guess.” He grabs your hand, gives it a squeeze as if to tell you it’s all good now, and you squeeze his hand back.

“Great drive to school today,” you quip.

Jonathan laughs. “God, I think I had about five heart attacks during those conversations.”

The tension leaves the car. Then, slowly, the warmth creeps back in as you and Jonathan once again start laughing. You’re not sure why you’re even laughing, but you’re happy that you are.

–

Jonathan walks you to your locker, as he always does, and before he turns to head to his, you notice how quiet it is in the hallway. You look over at Nancy’s locker, which somehow always manages to be near yours every year, and frown when you don’t see her.

“There’s a suspicious lack of Nancy and Steve making out against her locker this morning.” You tell Jonathan.

He looks around and notices you’re right. The two of you share a concerned glance, knowing that their absence can’t mean anything good for the couple.

“Should we go look for them?” He asks, but you’re already heading towards the parking lot to find Steve. “Y/N!”

“Go find Nancy!” You call behind you, speeding up. “I’ll meet you at first period!”

Steve’s car is hard to miss in the parking lot. Hawkins isn’t necessarily a flashy town. No one else besides the Harringtons owns a fancy BMW. You approach the car and spot Steve sitting in the front, his head ducked down as if no one can see his massive red car and easily identify him.

Idiot.

Steve is having a rough week, so he’s spent the last five minutes in his car debating on whether or not he can afford to skip his first class. Reasonably speaking, his dad would kill him. He already has shit grades and he’s missed three college application deadlines. All he has left is Tech. However, his girlfriend told him last night she doesn’t love him and Billy embarrassed him in front of everyone last night.

Plus Nancy left with Jonathan, which everyone saw.

He told him to take her, but still.

Pretty embarrassing.

Yup. Alright. He’s going home.

Steve reaches over for his keys to turn the car on, but before he can, a knock on his window stops him. He looks up, scared Billy will be there, but instead he sees you and he’s not sure if his day just got better or worse.

“Let me in, dingus.” Your voice is light, but still stern, and yeah. Steve’s day just got better.

He unlocks the door and you silently get into the passenger seat. As you get settled in, he thinks about the first time he ever had you in his car. It feels like a lifetime ago, Steve’s heart had been beating wildly taking the risk of offering you a ride.

It had been the start of something, he could feel it.

But then you left him that summer without another word, as if nothing had happened between the two of you. As if Steve hadn’t slowly come to find himself opening up to someone, trusting that you’d let him be whoever he wanted; he could just be Steve around you, not King Steve or even perfect boyfriend Steve.

Now Steve’s hiding out in his car, no longer King Steve or even good fucking boyfriend Steve, and instead of his girlfriend seeking him out to comfort him, it’s you. Because of course it’s you.

“Hey,” you say.

“Hi.”

“You know that senior study hall is inside the school, right?”

Steve looks over at you, not necessarily amused, but flattered nonetheless. “You know my class schedule?”

A blush spreads across your face as you look away from him, but Steve still sees it and something flutters in his chest. He’s always thought you were pretty when you blushed, but you’re even prettier when he’s the reason why.

“I pay attention,” you dodge.

Steve wants to tease you some more, play into the banter he missed the most when the two of you weren’t talking, but his heart isn’t in it. Nancy’s words kept him up all night. Every time he closed his eyes, all he could hear was her telling him that she didn’t love him. After he did everything he possibly could’ve done right, it still hadn’t been enough.

“Did Nancy get home okay?”

You give him a small smile. “Yeah, I just talked to Jonathan about it.”

Relief floods through Steve. At least that’s one thing he hadn’t fucked up last night. “Good… I’m glad then.”

He awkwardly clears his throat and looks away again. He doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. He feels lost, floating through his morning. Nothing has felt real since yesterday in the library with Nancy, when she had been looking up at him with those eyes he’s always been weak for.

“Any particular reason you’re hiding out in your car?”

Steve lets out a bitter laugh. “You were there last night. You know what happened.”

“Actually, I don’t.” You see the disbelief on Steve’s face and quickly correct yourself. “I mean, I remember you saying something about Nancy but… I don’t want to assume, so…”

Now you’re the one looking away in shame, and Steve watches as you nervously fiddle with your fingers and bite your lip. You’re trying. Though Steve still isn’t sure how to feel about you, how much to test this new compromise between you two, this “friendship”, Steve knows he has to at least try as well.

He takes a deep breath. “Nancy… She isn’t in love with me.”

A beat of silence passes.

“Steve, I mean, are you sure–”

“Pretty fucking sure, Y/N. Unless you think someone telling their boyfriend ‘like we’re in love’ means she’s madly in love with him.”

Another beat of silence passes. Steve can see the pity in your eyes, and he hates it. He fucking hates this, feeling so pathetic and small.

Then, your hand slowly intertwines with his and the anger in Steve’s chest lessens a bit. “I know my words don’t mean anything, but… Nancy not being in love with you has nothing to do with you as a person.”

Something untangles in Steve’s chest; you’ve reassured him of something he hadn’t even known had been his fear. How do you always seem to decipher what he’s feeling before he can?

“How do you know?” Steve has never felt so small before.

You shrug, but there’s a calculated nonchalance to it that he can easily see. “Because I know you. You’re frustratingly charming, Harrington.”

Steve laughs, something he didn’t even know he was able to do anymore. “That’s your takeaway here?”

“Mhm,” you squeeze his hand and Steve has never felt this grounded before by such a small action. “I say you need to talk to Nancy, I mean really talk to her. No more half truths and appeasements. I think she does love you, in her own way, but the circumstances aren’t on your guys’ side. I mean, she went through hell and back last year, Barb’s death anniversary is soon.”

You pause for a moment and frown, which Steve has come to learn means you’re carefully choosing which words to say next. “I want you to know, no, I need you to know, that this has nothing to do with you. Okay?”

Steve wants to believe you, god he really wants to, but even he can see the blaring irony of you telling him that Nancy’s lack of love for him has nothing to do with him personally. You, the girl he came to trust more than anyone else in this awful town, ditched him in the same manner. Steve’s the common denominator there. He’s always the one left behind.

“Look, I appreciate what you’re saying, but the words don’t mean a whole lot coming from you right now,” Steve tells you, and he hates the way your eyes darken, as if guarding yourself from him. “I know we agreed on being friends again, but I just… I need some time.”

You nod, as if you expected something like that from Steve, and he almost wants to just drive away with you in the car and pretend that nothing else exists. Instead, he clears his throat, his tongue feels heavy and his throat threatens to close up, but he forces himself to get the words out. “I want to be alone, please.”

He really doesn’t want to be alone, but his brain is swimming in confusion and you’re still holding his hand and Steve just needs a moment to himself to just breathe.

“Of course,” you tell him, because of course you listen and understand. “You know where to find me, yeah?”

Steve nods. He does.

“Bye, Y/N.”

You give him a small wave in response, close the car door, and then make your way back to the high school.

Steve watches you fade into the distance.

He’s alone again.

–

Jonathan makes it to first period with only seconds to spare. He throws himself into his seat next to you with panting breaths. Your history teacher, Mrs. Kent, drones through attendance without having noticed anything.

“I couldn’t find Nancy.” Jonathan whispers, before his name is called and he quickly raises his hand and says, “Here.”

You glance at the chalkboard and then flip your textbook to the page scrawled on it. “I found Steve wallowing in his car, alone. Guess he didn’t drive Nancy to school?”

“Seems a bit harsh.”

“May I remind you of the time you threw a jacket at my face and then screamed at me that we aren’t family? All because you felt guilty about taking naked photos of Nancy?”

Jonathan drops his head onto the desk, letting out a groan. “I’m never living that down, am I?”

You keep your eyes on the board, taking a few notes. “Nope.”

Class starts up now, so the topic is left alone. The school day passes on, you and Jonathan separating for your own classes after history is done. The day drags on for a while, though you hear a few whispers in the hall about how Jonathan had taken home a drunk Nancy.

“God, it’s like she loves the attention.” One girl giggles with her friend while you’re at your locker.

Her friend rolls her eyes. “Please, as if anyone would choose Byers over Steve Harrington.”

“I’m more of a Wheeler fan myself,” you tell the girls, not even sparing them a glance. “Now, why don’t we all just shut up and move away from my locker?”

The girls scurry away, fear in their eyes, and you simply shake your head at them. Why is Nancy always the one those girls gossip about? Objectively speaking, Steve has done much more heinous things than getting a ride home from a friend while drunk.

Jonathan kisses your cheek as he walks up from behind you, breaking you from your thoughts. “Hey, bug. Lunch at my car today?”

“Ugh, it’s such a nice day today, I’d love to.” You grab your lunch from your locker. Once you have it, you link your arm through Jonathan’s. “Guide the way, good sir.”

“Yes ma’am.”

–

Nancy is leaning against Jonathan’s car when you walk outside.

Her shoulders are slouched and you can see the unease on her face. She looks tired, too. A few people walk by her and stare, whispering as they go, and you really hate high schoolers sometimes.

When you make it to Jonathan’s car, Nancy holds her lunch bag up awkwardly. “Can I join you guys?”

“I’m sure we can make some room.” You tell her, which she smiles at.

It takes some adjusting, but eventually the three of you manage to fit on the front of the car. You sit on the roof, your legs dangling off of the side, while Nancy and Jonathan take the front. The early November sun beats down on you three, but the cool breeze makes the sting less painful. It’s a lovely day, all things considered.

You’re nibbling on your sandwich when Nancy exhales deeply and turns to you. “Y/N, you’d always tell me the truth, right?”

“Depends,” you take another bite out of your food. “What is this in reference to?”

“Last night… I don’t remember what I did.”

There’s a certain shame in her eyes that tells you she encountered Steve before retreating to Jonathan’s car. “You spoke to Steve this morning, I take it?”

She looks at you, surprised. “How did you–”

“We talked to him last night.” Jonathan cuts her off, looking between you and Nancy nervously. He’s not sure where you, her, and Steve all fall in regards to each other.

“So, he asked you to take me home?” Nancy faces him now, and you go back to eating.

“Yeah. Yeah, I mean he was upset…” He glances at you briefly before looking back at Nancy. “I mean, he was really upset.”

“I don’t blame him.” You cut in, mouth full of chips you stole from Jonathan.

He sends you glare and keeps talking. “But he was still worried about you, Nance.”

Nancy drops her head down and a part of you feels bad for the quip. She really does look ashamed, but you distinctly remember warning her about this exact thing last year in the school’s shed. She had tried telling you there wasn’t anything between her and Jonathan, and all you could tell her was that Steve didn’t deserve to be lied to or cheated on.

Guess she only kept one end of that bargain.

Jonathan sees that she’s upset and he softens his voice, scooting closer to her. “Hey, you need to cut yourself some slack, okay? People say stupid things when they’re wasted. Things they don’t mean.”

You bite your tongue. Hard. If you allow yourself to speak, you won’t be able to guarantee it’ll be anything nice. Sure, being drunk can influence some words to slip out, but cruelly telling your boyfriend of over a year that you don’t love him is something you can’t defend. Not when Nancy had other chances to tell Steve.

Nancy whips her head up. “Yeah, but that’s the thing. What if I did mean it? All this time, I’ve been trying so hard to pretend like everything’s fine, but it’s not.”

You and Jonathan share a look. He seems more curious, you can feel the anger burning through your eyes.

“No offense, Nance.” You wipe your hands on a napkin and force the girl to look at you. “But this is really something that you should be talking to Steve about. Remember our conversation from last year?”

Nancy looks down again in shame. “You’re right, I know you are, but… I don’t know. I feel like there’s this…” She pauses, trying to figure out how to explain her thoughts, but Jonathan finishes for her.

“Like there’s this weight you’re carrying around with you. All the time. I feel it, too.” He says, then he flicks your leg. “Y/N does as well. She tries to hide it, but I know she feels it as much as I do.”

Now it’s you who turns away, embarrassed and ashamed. Clearly you haven’t been so good at hiding your never ending guilt over Will.

“Yeah, but it’s different for you guys. Will came home.” Nancy says.

You open your mouth to speak, to correct the girl’s horrible viewpoint, but Jonathan surprises you by correcting her himself. “Yeah, he did. But he’s not the same. I try to be there for him, you know, to help him, but… I don’t know.”

“Dustin still has nightmares.” You admit, which Jonathan hadn’t known.

“I thought those went away, bug.”

You shake your head at him. “No… If anything, they’ve only gotten worse. Some nights he sleeps in my bed, says I calm him down, but I just… I feel horrible, knowing I left them alone that night at the middle school. The things he saw… god.”

Nancy and Jonathan sigh, understanding how painful the weight of guilt can feel.

A silence follows your confession.

Then, because you hate when there’s silence, you try to go back to the previous topic. “Anyways, Nancy, what we’re trying to say is that we understand. And I’m sure Steve will, too. He was also there that night, at Jonathan’s. You should talk to him, explain the weight within you. Steve, he…”

You find yourself pausing, unsure if what you’re about to tell Nancy is something Steve would want you to keep between you two, but he misses her. He loves her, so you try to fix whatever you can between them. “He thinks he did something wrong, that he’s unlovable. It isn’t fair to make someone feel that way.”

Nancy sighs. “I didn’t know that.”

“I know, but now that you do, you should probably do something about it. You guys can still go back to how things were.”

Jonathan frowns. “What if things can’t go back to the way they were? I mean, Will still thinks he’s in the Upside Down sometimes. I’ve seen the way Dustin gets scared when he hears a loud noise.”

A phantom pain shoots through your ankle. It’s long since healed, but sometimes memories from last year still sting. As you’re absentmindedly rubbing at it, Nancy notices and starts to get upset.

“Doesn’t that make you mad?”

“Mad?” You and Jonathan ask at the same time.

Nancy seems to almost come back to life, her anger now bringing energy back into her. “Yeah, that those… Those people who did this, who ruined so many lives, they just get away with it.”

“The people responsible for this, they’re dead.” Jonathan gently reminds her.

Nancy leans in close, bitterness in her voice as she narrows her eyes. “Do you really believe that?”

Jonathan frowns again and you do the same. If you’re being honest, you were also pretty skeptical about the whole evil scientists at Hawkins Lab all dying. Seemed like a pretty convenient thing to happen. But what else are you supposed to believe?

Nancy looks between you and Jonathan and sighs again. You know she’s upset by your unwillingness to look further, to question everything, but then you watch as her eyes drift towards some kid with his headphones and his walkman. Something shifts in her gaze and you know immediately that she’s thought of something.

You scoot closer in a hurry. “Nancy, whatever it is–”

“Your mom’s boyfriend,” she looks over at Jonathan. “He works at RadioShack, right?”

“Yeah… Why?” Jonathan looks over at you as if you have any possible explanation, and you just shrug at him. “What are you thinking?”

“Do you wanna skip fourth period?”

Immediately you hop down from the car. “No. Nope. Not happening. We aren’t doing this again.”

Nancy groans at you. “Y/N, I haven’t even explained my plan to you yet.”

“Okay, go on. Explain it, so I can then say no.”

Nancy does as she’s told, and it’s a fucking brilliant plan. You know it’ll work, and that’s why you can’t do it. Buying a tape recorder, planting a fake meetup with Barb’s mom to con the Hawkins Lab people into taking them in, and then recording whatever they confess to take it to the detective Barb’s parents hired.

It’s a genius plan, but you can’t leave the kids behind for that long.

“I can’t go.”

Jonathan looks disappointed. “Bug, don’t you want to make those assholes pay?”

“I do,” you reassure him. “But I can’t afford to leave the kids behind for two whole days. I mean, last time I did they opened a portal to another dimension. And Dustin has been acting weird lately, and Will’s been having those episodes more and more and I just… What if it’s happening again?”

Your voice shakes a bit with fear, and Jonathan pulls you into him. “We don’t know that.”

“But what if it is? Who would be there for them? We can’t just leave them to suffer the consequences alone while we’re trying to avenge them.”

While you’re still wrapped in Jonathan’s arms, Nancy rests her own hand against your shoulder. “I would feel better knowing the kids are in good hands. You’ve always been their biggest advocate.”

You thank the girl, but Jonathan still seems unsure about leaving you behind. “What about you? Who’s gonna be there for you if something happens?”

There, hidden underneath his words, you know he’s really asking how can I protect you if you aren’t within arm’s reach?

You bury your face into his chest, and Nancy seems to get the message and looks away. When you have some privacy, you look up at Jonathan. “I’ll be okay, bee. I promise. We can call every day you’re away, nothing will go uncommunicated this time. No secrets. You’ll be home in no time and I’ll be right here, safe and sound.”

He kisses your head. “Promise me you’ll be safe.”

“I should be telling you that.”

“Y/N…” he isn’t laughing, and you can hear how fast his heart is pounding. He’s terrified to leave you behind, but you know that this is what you have to do.

“I love you, and I’ll be right here. Come home to me, alright?”

“I will.” He promises, and you look into his eyes and see all the warmth and sincerity that you’ve come to love so much, and you believe him.

After a few moments, you finally pull away from him. You clear your throat and turn towards Nancy. “Okay, now that we’ve got that settled, I’m assuming I’m covering for y’all?”

She nods. “If you wouldn’t mind, can I tell my mom I’m at your place?”

“Duh, and Jonathan,” you flick his forehead, breaking the remaining tension away. “I’ll tell your mom you’ll be at my place as well. Sound good?”

He nods as well, though his eyes linger on you longer than they should.

“Well!” You clap your hands and stand between Nancy and Jonathan. “Great team meeting, gang. Let’s reconvene in two day’s time.”

Nancy laughs and pulls you into her own hug.

“I’ll keep him safe,” she whispers into your ear, and you exhale shakily. The weight of everything has finally settled in. You can’t believe you’re doing this. A part of you feels like you’ve just solidified something horrible, not agreeing to come along, but the other part of you, maybe even the larger part, is secretly relieved.

You’re not sure what to make of it.

“Thank you.” You whisper back, squeezing her tightly.

When you break apart, you pull Jonathan into yet another hug. “Stay safe, bee.”

“I will.”

“Good,” you pull away and give the two teens a thumbs up. “Break a leg, go expose some weird government agency!”

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True to your word, you cover for Jonathan and Nancy the rest of the day. Teachers ask where they are and you simply tell them they both had a family emergency. Thankfully, due to living in such a small and rundown town, they don’t question it.

After school, you head over across the street to the middle school to go pick up Will and Dustin. Since Jonathan drove you to school and took his car with Nancy, you’ll have to hitch a ride on your brother’s bike pegs to work.

When you reach the school you walk towards the bike rack, expecting to see the boys all standing there about to leave, but you stop when you realize that they aren’t.

Huh. Odd.

You wander around. It’s been years since you’ve been inside the middle school, and the hallways are filled with memories. You walk towards the AV room, figuring they’re probably there to discuss whatever new project they’re working on. As you round the corner, you hear pounding and a girl’s voice demanding to be let in.

Speeding up, you spot Max with her angry fists. “Guys! What’s going on? C’mon!”

You watch for a moment, curious as to who this girl is. Dustin spoke highly of her, yet her brother is the worst person you’ve met in your life. She has an anger in her, that much is obvious, but then she grabs something from her bag and begins to pick at the lock.

Hm, she’s smart.

“Need some help?” You ask her.

She looks up at you and frowns. “And who are you?”

“Y/N Henderson. Unfortunately, the idiot that I’m assuming is locked inside the room is my brother.”

“You know how to pick a lock?” Max asks, eyeing you up and down.

Shrugging, you say, “can’t be too hard.”

Max seems to accept that as an answer and slides over, making room for you to crouch down next to her. You help her jimmy the paperclip into the door. Then, you hear some muffled yelling from the other side. What the fuck has your brother gotten up to this time?

“I’m gonna put a leash on that kid,” you mumble, and Max laughs.

“Do they do this a lot?”

You blow a piece of hair out of your face. “Yeah. They’re weird, honestly–”

The lock clicks, the door flings open, and suddenly a tiny, slimy creature comes scampering out the room. You hear the boys curse and before you can get up and out of their way, they come crashing into you and Max on the ground.

“Shit!” Dustin knees your forearm and you groan.

“Y/N!” His eyes widen when he sees you. He’s been caught.

Max gets up. “What was that?”

Lucas ignores her. “He’s getting away!”

“Who is getting away?” You’re finally up as well, watching as the boys start to scramble around in a panic.

Mike, seemingly unsurprised by your sudden appearance, turns to you. “Dart!” Then, in annoyance, he turns towards Max. “You let him escape!”

“What the fuck is a Dart?” You’re freaking out now. Lucas, hearing your confusion, can only shrug his shoulders at you.

Then, Dustin angrily advances towards Mike and starts yelling in his face. “Why did you attack him?”

Mike doesn’t say a word, he just starts to run down the hall. Dustin, even more in a panic, screams at him, “Don’t hurt him! Don’t you hurt him!”

You grab at your brother’s jacket and fling him back, now incredibly fucking angry. “Dustin Henderson, you have three seconds to explain what the fuck is happening.”

Lucas, Max, and Will stand back, frightened by your anger. Dustin, the only one who ever seems to face this anger, gulps. “I can explain.”

“Start. Talking.”

And he does. He explains how he had found Dart last night, thinking it had been some new lizard breed previously undiscovered. That’s why he hadn’t let you into his room. Then, to prove he was some scientific prodigy and, which he doesn’t tell you but you suspect, to impress Max.

“I was about to show Mr. Clark before Mike came in and took Dart. According to Will…” Dustin looks over at Max, lowers his voice, and whispers to you, “he’s from the Upside Down.”

And there it is.

There, the dread that has been creeping up on you ever since you saved Will, comes crawling up. You knew this would happen eventually. It’s happening again. You were right.

God, it’s happening again.

Thank fuck you stayed behind with the kids.

You want to throw up, crawl into a ball and pretend nothing else exists anymore, but Dustin is looking at you with fear in his eyes and you know you have to be strong for him. For all the kids, now. “Okay, let’s split up and find Dart.”

Dustin nods and sends Will southbound, Lucas westbound, and Max towards the gymnasium. You go with him, both because he’s your brother and because you have a few choice words you’d like to say to him. Everyone takes a walkie and splits up.

Mike is already long gone, which you’re not surprised by.

After everyone leaves, you snap at Dustin. “Thanks so much for telling me about Dart, by the way.”

“Y/N…”

“What exactly did you think you’d do with that thing hidden in our house?”

“Continue to hide it from you–ow!” Dustin rubs the back of his head.

You continue to walk. “You deserved that.”

“I did.”

You laugh, but then you feel a sense of static behind you. You turn around, but there’s no one there. But the static had felt like the same electricity that had accompanied El’s powers last year, but… No. She’s gone. You know she is.

Brushing it off as paranoia, you continue to keep an eye out for Dart. “So, what does Max think about all this?”

“Mike won’t let us tell her.” Dustin says, annoyance in his voice.

This doesn’t shock you. “I get why. I mean, we all almost died last year.”

“Yeah, but she’s different. She’s cool, I think she could be good for the party.”

Dustin seems so eager, and you feel bad for denying the boy. “She’s too young. You’re all too young for this. We can’t rope her any further into the Upside Down. It wouldn’t be fair to her.”

Your brother sighs. “I mean, I guess… but–”

Will’s voice suddenly comes through the walkie. “Guys, I found him.”

“Where?” Dustin fumbles with the walkie, almost dropping it in his frantic rush to answer.

“In the bathroom by Mr. Salerno’s.”

“Copy that.” Mike says.

You look over at Dustin. “Race you to the bathroom?”

“You’re on.”

The two of you start to run, and at first you’re winning. But then you forget that you haven’t been in the school for at least three years now and you take a wrong turn, misremembering where Mr. Salerno’s room is. “Shit!”

You backtrack, but Dustin is long gone now.

By the time you get your bearings back, Lucas, Mike, and Max have all run down the hallway towards the bathroom. You join them as you all run inside. Dustin is standing in the middle of the bathroom, which you find strange.

Mike looks around. “Where’s Dart?”

“I don’t know. Not here.” You eye your brother, but he averts your gaze.

“Will said he was here.” You remind him, but Dustin doesn’t respond.

Mike curses and starts checking all the stalls.

“Maybe Will has him?” Dustin says, but you keep an eye on him. Something isn’t right.

You’re about to call Dustin’s bluff, accuse him of lying, when Mike suddenly freezes. He looks around, then turns to you. “Where’s Will?”

You turn around and finally notice that yeah, Will isn’t here. But he had just radioed from the bathroom.

“I… I don’t know.” Fear settles in you now, and you have an awful feeling that something bad is about to happen. After his episode from the night before…

You run out the bathroom, the first to start looking for Will.

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[drawlody]

❄️BETTY DONKED UP AU❄️

After the failed attempt to summon Golb, Betty continue to search for another "cure", one of the method is removing a gem♦️

A gem can't just be taken out of the crown, it need a new host to be "offically removed" sooooooo she use it on herself and BAM Ice king turn into that losing all sense of humanity and is just an animal now

Under extreme grief of her fuck up the gem madness take over making her THE ICE MAGICIAN❄️✨

Betty now IM starting to lost her memories and begin searching for her beloved Simon, the old Simon, completely forgetting the fact that he turn into Ice King a while ago

Marcy is extremely pissed off at Betty and this will be elaborate later B)

Inspo + refs 😎🤘

[beauleifu]

Chapters: 30/? Fandom: LEGO Monkie Kid Rating: Mature Summary:

TW!!: blood, death (just a random person), horror elements (towards the end, nothing too detailed), fear, horror, panic attacks

What was supposed to be an easy heist, get-in-get-out situation, turns out to be something more of a fucked up TV show where the actors were the targets and the directors were insane psychopaths. How much humor can we pack into a scattered group of misfits and a casino full of fun and laughter? Not enough. You're pretty sure you've hit rock bottom after all this, though. The only place left to go is up.

Unless you keep digging.

 A/N: not as long as I wanted it to be but i believe this was a good cliffhanger. I found a good break and was bored/empty enough to write out this chapter after so long, im so sorry for not keeping my promise of updating sooner!! School paddled my ass and drama is fun but here we are!! Hope you enjoy, lovely readers <3

[thatcoyperson]

So this was originally written off of a prompt and also to bully my friend [hi Jonah if you're seeing this :3] but I figured Tumblr could have it. Not the best thing I've written but f it we ball

Anyways enjoy this short little bit of Last Life Scar angst!

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“Why?” Scar asked, voice quiet, burn scars still stinging.

Grian raised an eyebrow, locking his yellow eyes to Scar’s newly red from his place in the doorway. “Why what?”

A breath left Scar as he searched for the words. “Why’d you leave me alone?”

As soon as the words left Scar’s mouth, Grian’s entire demeanor changed to something much more closed off. Defensive. “I didn’t leave-”

“No you did leave me.” Scar didn’t even let the man finish his sentence, cutting him off with harsh words. “We were fine, Grian, everything was fine. We talked, we were still friends, it was fine,” Scar could feel the pain in his chest being twisted into anger by his newly red life. “But then- oh but then we get here and suddenly you’re against me. You take my life, take my friends, kill my horse who was the only friend I had left on this god forsaken server-”

“Now we both know that you stole that horse from me-”

“YOU DON'T GET A SAY IN THIS!” Scar snapped. Grian’s wings noticeably tensed at the sudden raise of volume, and Scar felt a shot of pride run through him, masking away the pain that made his heart hurt. “You don’t get a say in any of this after you’re the reason I’m alone,” saying that outloud made him realize the irony of it all. He scoffed, standing up and turning to face Grian fully, “Its funny, y’know, that you’re the reason I’m alone up here. Of all people on this server, it had to be you.”

Grian let out a sigh. “Scar it’s not only my fault-”

He barely got his sentence out before Scar started talking again. “After everything on Third Life, after everything where you swore your life to me-”

“Scar-”

“-after you stayed by my side even when I was red-”

“Scar.”

“-and after you told me you wouldn’t leave me even after you went yellow-”

“SCAR.”

Grian's rising volume finally made Scar stop.

“You told me you wouldn’t leave me,” he looked at Grian, the walls of artificial anger beginning to crack and the pain starting to show through again. The pain of being alone, left behind, forgotten. “Why did you lie?”

A response didn’t come from Grian for what felt like hours, choosing instead to look at Scar with an unreadable expression that gave away nothing. Something was swirling in the back of his eyes though, and one part of Scar - the part that longed for warmth, longed for the desert, for his friend - wanted to believe it was guilt, remorse. But he knew better than that. At least now he did.

And a response never truly came from him. The pair stood there in silence, Scar just barely holding onto the few strings keeping the walls around his heart held together, until Grian silently turned and left.

“What's left of your stuff is in the chest,” were his final words.

The strings snapped.

And Scar stood frozen in the middle of the room as his vision blurred with tears.

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

i stand by my headcanon that power loader has accidentally time-traveled back to his yuuei years once or twice. i also fully believe that he took one of ectoplasm's clones with him on accident lol

-story anon (hi, eclair! been a while since ive sent an ask in)

All I think of was just:

What happens when you meet your younger selves on accident and also accidentally spoil many things that will happen for them in the future?? It’ll be fine- surely-

[floraesky-a]

posts one writing thing me suddenly: exhausted.

[valleynix]

we’re so back

[annymaght]

Screaming crying throwing up is this really happening?!

Best things about the trailer:

Benji mission AND angst. Ur spoiling us

Brooklynn backstory yesss

Yasammy love and angst wooooooo

OceanGate 2.0

River cruise scene from book?!

Outfit change

New character?!

Kenji being funky

Screaming crying throwing up LITERALLY

[kadextra]

today on qsmp is like *agonizing painful angst* WOOOOOOO CARNIVAL 🎉 WOOO KOREA!!!! 🎉 *agonizing painful angst* and I’m kinda just

[justaragdollysblog]

Cottontail

Bunnydoll teeth rotting fluff! as a break from the tasty angst. I also love fluffy Jax/Jax with bunny traits

Synopsis: Ragatha, after Jax always teases her, notices his animal tendencies. It’s time for her to tease, now.

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The morning was peaceful and energetic, with small chatter amongst the circus cast. The only problem, however, was the apparent lack of their ringmaster. He would typically be here by now.

Ragatha stood next to Jax, her plush hand on his gloved paw as they waited with everyone else. She was getting a bit worried, but brushed it off as Caine getting the adventure in order. It wasn’t exactly uncommon.

She also had been getting teased by the rabbit a LOT lately. They had been dating for about a month now, and the jokes and pranks were relentless. Tripped in the hallway, centipede in her bed, or just plain sarcastic comments.

She had been racking her brain, thinking of material worthy enough to go against him. Jax, an annoying little shit as he might be, had a great poker face. Ragatha internally sighed. She’d never have anything good enough to-

Thump.

She paused, looking for the source of the noise. Nothing else was out of place, at least not that she could tell. She turned to look at the rabbitoid next to her.

Jax stood with an irritated expression, arms crossed, foot stomping on the ground repeatedly. A huge smirk grew across her face.

Oh, this was going to be GOOD.

“You okay, Jax?” She asked, trying with every seam in her body to steady the laughter in her voice. He looked over back at her. “I just wish Caine would hurry his tech @$$ up. Why do you ask, though?” He said in his usual snark.

“Oh, nothing.” She turned away, unable to hide the grin across her face that would rival the one next to her. “You just seem…hopping mad he’s not here yet.”

He jolted a bit, surprised. He hadn’t realized at all he was thumping. It was a typical rabbit trait, one he picked up thanks to his new form. “What are you playing at, doll?” He asked, but the edge to his voice softened.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean.” She feigned innocence, giggling now. “Might have something to do with your foot stomping the ground.”

Jax huffed a bit, turning away from her. She could see a small smile on his face, though. “I don’t know what you mean, Ragsy. I’ve never done anything like that. Never have, never will.” He declared, smiling wider now.

“Oh, come on, bun. You seem like you’re all ears about it!” She laughed louder now. Jax chuckled a bit now too. “Dollface, those are so bad.” He playfully groaned, running a hand down his face.

The rag doll smiled genuinely. “Okay, okay. I’ll stop, carrots.” She quickly pecked a kiss to his furry face. His ears twisted around each other, and she couldn’t help but love them even more. Everything about him was so delightfully adorable.

Jax sighed a bit at the nickname but pressed a kiss to her forehead back. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a master jokester, and I’m a rabbit. Are we even now?” He said softly, laughing through his words.

Ragatha sighed dramatically. “I guess so….Cottontail.” She covered her mouth as she laughed. That nickname was equivalent to his for her: Dollface. A pet name that only the two could call each other. A pretty thing just for them.

Finally, Caine appeared and explained the adventure, sending them on their way through the warping portal. Jax held Ragatha’s hand, rubbing soft circles with his thumb on her palm.

The two walked through the threshold, hand in hand, paw in plush. Ragatha gazed at him lovingly. “I love you, Cottontail.” She smiled softly, squeezing his hand.

“I love you too, Doll.”

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WOOOOOOO i love jax w animal tendencies so i wrote this :)))) idk if i’m as happy w it but yeah!

also chapter 2 to the other bunnydoll one (angsty one) comin soon as soon as i formulate the plot of that chapter

reblogs are always appreciated! see u guys next time!!!

[bubblin-trouble]

Pages gently rustle in the otherwise quiet air. A whispered, exotic melody can be heard being hummed softly, drifting through the atmosphere. It’s a familiar sound, yet still foreign. Comforting, warm.

It’s leading to somewhere, urging, no, telling your feet to follow. And you feel it, subconsciously, that you want to see the source of that harmonic tune.

Will you seek the adventure, or will you back out? The choice is all yours.

After all, you’re in an active story. The words are always changing.

Taglist : @nrcsfavoriteshrimps @nrc-asteryn-crew @night-raven-miscellany @floyd-leech-thing @knightcoree

(HERE WE GO BOYS WOOOOOOO!!! Also keep an eye out in those inboxes!! Special message coming soon >:3 Also, one more reminder, this version of Caly will not know your muse, as it is essentially another timeline. Room for angst? …Maybe. 😼)

[rose-lizzzy]

Gem blew past Pearl, cloak clinging to her as she ran, tears falling from her eyes

Sausage was holding Fwhip, telling him off.

"Fwhip! She didn't have control over herself!"

"I don't care! She's not the only victim! She hurt us all! It's all her fault! If she hadn't left, none of this would've happened!”

Pearl sighs. "...Fwhip. what's done is done. Your sister is going through....some tough shit right now. She needs comfort....she doesn't need you to continue to bully her....Gods know how much she had to deal with before....we haven't even gotten to know what she went through all these months... So please ..have some patience."

Fwhip turns on her, ignoring her words. "That's rich coming from you! You didn't even bother to tell me about my own sisters whereabouts! You saw how much I was hurting and yet you said nothing!"

Pearl sighs, rubbing her temples. "Sausage....can you...talk some sense into him? I need to go check on Gem....talk her down from whatever ledge this one put her on."

Fwhip goes to run at her but Sausage caught him. "Yeah, you go take care of her! I'm her fucking twin! She's my sister!"

Gem ran, sobbing, not seeing where she was going. It hurt, and she knew it was true. She was worthless....useless....a failure... Selfish......a monster....she was-

She slammed into a wall- no, that was a person, and they fell on top of her.

"...I'm sorry...I'm so-" her body freezes, as she stares up into the eyes of the one who tortured her for so long.

Shrub stares back, both unmoving for a few seconds.

[Previous Part]

Gem opened her eyes, and she found herself in the same grey void as last time.

She started to panic, she was looking everywhere, and even if she didn't had a point of reference, it seemed like everything was spinning around her.

Her arms seemed to go numb, and she almost fell, if it wasn't for a hand on her back.

She sighed with relief- wait...

She turned around, to see their brack grin. She screamed, and stepped back.

Fwhip fell out of the bed when Gem screamed.

"What?!" He asks groggily, sitting up. "Gem?"

"Ohh....don't be afraid, wizard."

Xornoth took a step towards her, and Gem hurriedly steps back, but falls, so she scrambles away.

"No! No no no! Get back! Go away you monster! I won't let you hurt me again!"

Fwhip stands up angrily. "You hurt me first!" He glares at her, still waking up, his eyes still adjusting.

"Oh.....Gem.....is that really what you think happened?" He comes closer, but Gem finds herself stuck, unable to move.

She nods slightly. "This....this is all your fault...." She insists to the demon, who laughs.

"My fault?! How the hell is it my fault!!?"

Sausage and Pearl rushed in, confused at the sight.

"Oh Gem....sweet... innocent...little Gem....I only helped your power grow! They are the ones keeping you weak....all you need to do is remove the cloak you're wearing ....and destroy them."

Pearl noticed that Gems eyes were open. They were vacant though, staring into nothing, unfocused. She clearly wasn't there.

"No....I can't...." She mumbles, and Pearl tries hard to shout, to pull her back to reality, but nothing was working

"You can't? Because you don't wish to hurt them?" The demon asks.

When he receives a nod, he scoffs. "They betrayed you, Gemini. Look at Shrub." An image is cast of the gnome, surrounded by her friends and family. It was a false image, but Gem didn't know that.

She flinches away with a yell. "No! Stop that!"

"oh...I know what she's done to you. They do too. And yet...they still care about her....."

Pearl gasps as for a second a flicker of red streaked into Gems eyes.

"....Scott.." she sprints out, almost running over the elf.

"woah woah woah!" He gasps, catching them both before Pearl toppled him over. "Careful."

Pearl grabs his shoulders. "Scott. You have to get out of here. Get the crystal out." She insists, but the elf frowns, puzzled.

"wha-"

"There's no time to explain! Just go!" She nudges him off, and he shrugs, flying away

Pearl takes a sigh of relief, before going back to check on Gem, hoping Sausage was handling Fwhip and keeping him from tearing his sister apart

[the-sillybilly-sproutpog]

WOOOOOOO HETALIA HEADCANON REDRAWS: ROUND ONE!

I LOVE APPLYING MY HEADCANONS TO MY FAVORITE MEDIA AND HYPERFIXATIONS!!!!!!!! I have been losing my mind coming up with some fun headcanons for these characters because coming up with fun little additions to character designs brings me a joy that no one will ever understand. I plan to try and do this for some more characters and will also probably try to get those Italy and Switzerland chibis that inspired me to do this series in the first place posted separately!

I will promptly ramble about my headcanons under the cut (Plus close ups!)

Russia HCs: Russia is a man made purely of fat and muscle, so I just wanted to make him plus sized. Also I kept his hair more silvery just because I really like it (tbh I would probably make it a bit lighter than I actually did in my art).

Canada and England HCs: Literally not much changed for either of them, they’re mostly just stylized designs. Canada has freckles like his brother (America) and England has crazy eyebags because I headcanon that he does not have a good sleep schedule (making England sad/thinking about England angst brings me joy).

America HCs: I made America tanned, gave him freckles, and made him fat because I love him so much and gotta project onto him because I kin him and therefore he has acquired my special kin-based headcanons 💙.

Finland HCs: I REALLY don’t like the change of Finland having purple eyes and his hair being lighter because it just makes differentiating all the fucking blondes in Hetalia EVEN HARDER. That’s why I kept his hair and brown eyes from his original design because I genuinely just love that version of his design so much!!!!!!! Also he is Santa so he has to be fat.

Sweden HCs: SWEDEN WAS THE CHARACTER WHOSE DESIGN I LOVE THE MOST!!!!!!!!!! Sweden’s whole gimmick is that he is supposed to look super intimidating and scary, but I never really got those vibes from his design. I wanted to make Sweden look ACTUALLY intimidating, so I gave him this huge scar and a dead eye. I also made him look super pale to contrast with Finland (who is supposed to be rosy cheeked and jolly because HE’S SANTA!!!!) Also he totally got the scar in a very stupid way and Denmark KNOWS how Sweden got it but NO ONE EVER believes him when he tries to tell them about it.

[darylscarollolz]

Til my dying breath

Carol Peletier x reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: blood (no detailed descriptions just enough to get a vision), wounds

Summary; Carol and y/n get separated from their group because of a horde of walkers

Request: carol and reader getting split up from their group because of a horde of walkers. reader gets hurt while they’re trying to get away but doesn’t say anything until they have a moments rest. “carol” “not now” “Carol please” “I said not-“ and that’s when Carol notices just how injured you are

Word count: 573 (this came out shorter than intended if you want a part two I’ll def make one)

The stress of being separated from your group is terrifying. Coupled with the fact that the cause was a horde of walkers is nothing short of gut wrenching. I was skilled with a gun but if Carol hadn’t been by my side there was no way I would’ve made it out alive.

“Hey Carol..” I was still looking down at the wound, my blood soaked shirt up in my bloodied hands.

“Not now.” Her voice was firm; like she was lost in thought. Scared if I talked it would pull her out of whatever she had been deeply stuck on.

“Carol.. plea-“

“Y/n. I said not now.” she cut me off, turning to look at me with a dark expression in her eyes. Those same eyes immediately softening as a pant of worry shot through them. I forced a smile, trying to take a step towards her but I immediately collapsed.

Carol rushed to my side, her eyes filling with tears as I felt her drag me gently into her lap. Her hands pushed into my side, desperately trying to stop the bleeding.

“You’re gonna be fine…” She mumbled through tears. I think it was more for her reassurance than my own. Things were beginning to blur as I got dizzy; her voice sounded far off.

“Help!” I could hear her scream but she sounded so far away. “For gods sake someone!” Before I knew it my hand was reaching up to press against her cheek, blooding smearing across it. I could feel her shallow breathing as her hand came up to mine. “You’re gonna be okay…”

The pain was excruciating now. Her touch doing nothing to soothe it, if anything her hands against it only created more pain. I winced as I tried to move, my attempts being futile.

I could hear Carol still calling out for help but her voice only grew more distant than it was. Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours as I laid there in her arms. She held my hand to her face like it was a lifeline.

There was the distant found of footsteps pounding, getting closer and closer. My vision had blurred now; smiling up at Carol as the footsteps began to pound by my head. That was the last thing I remembered before things faded slowly. The last thing I heard was Carols sobs.

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First angst wooooooo

Sooo I’m sorry I slacked for so long 😭 literally no excuse I just forgot-

But it’s here now!

I felt like it felt longer as I was writing it, and I was satisfied until I saw the word count. Now because of that if you want a part two to see what happens after I will put it on my list!

I hope this is what you were looking for ML 💕

[korrinhorizon]

IM ABOUT TO MAKE THE MOST ANGST RIDDEN SOAPGHOST ART EVER I SWEAR AFTER WHAT I SAW ON TIKTOK THIS MORNING. IF IM CRYING YALL SOAPGHOST FANS CRYING WITH ME WOOOOOOO (I’m so sorry but also not, I’ll have to post pone the soapghost as Prince gumball and Marshall lee)