#archer hawkins

[julian-the-ghost]

I like inazuma eleven

[waddlephone]

Te amo Tobitaka

[filloavisual]

some inazuma characters as animal crossing characters i did yesterday !! had so much fun doing these

[rudyszopnoel]

Hot Archer (⁠☞⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠☞

[fullcaps-ethan]

inatober day 4: cooking !

i could not pass up an opportunity to draw my sons

[foundfamilyhq]

[honeycombhq-22]

Episode 3: Inazuma Japan +Pineapples

[Jap Dub] | [Eng Dub]

*insert intro music*

Taken place in:

Episode 69: The birth of Inazuma Japan!

"WHO'S THE MAN?"

"I AM."

"WHO'S GONNA GET INTO THE NATIONAL TEAM?"

"I AM!"

Natsumi's eyebrows furrowed, "...What... are they doing?"

"Megane's hyping his brother up. I think he's a bit nervous." Haruna replied, dusting her camera, unfazed.

The younger twin took a deep breath, "I AAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMM!"

"YEAAAAAAAH!"

The girls blinked.

The daughter of the chairman turned away from the twins, "Anyways, Aki. Did Team A like the new uniforms?"

"They loved it. Some more than others." She chuckled glancing to the side at the trio.

"Like yeah, bros, don't you see how good this looks on me?" Masaru gushed holding out the bottom of his blue team-jersey, admiring its quality.

The pink haired middle triplet, Tomo, massaged his brother's shoulders encouragingly, "Very, like, very nice, yeah!"

The youngest, Tsutomu, nodded enthusiastically.

The eldest triplet posed. "Like yeah, I know. I took sooo many pictures. I can't wait to post them on MySpace!"

"Can we go nooooow?"

"No."

"UUUUUGH-GAAAAH, I don't get it! Why would you want to watch Japanese football?"

"There's always a benefit from watching strong players, Luca."

"Strong players? PUH-LEASE! Japan is known worldwide for many things: baseball, Sumo, judo, snow sports and even golf but football? Even Japanese players, like YOU, go to European countries to play football!"

"You're right. But them, they might be able to make a change. Especially that goalkeeper there."

"You said his name is Mamoru, right?"

"Endou Mamoru. The captain of the football team for this here school. He turned a bunch of nobodies to the best in the country. He could do the same thing at the FFI."

"I'm guessing he's your favourite."

"But Endou isn't the only one."

"Oh gosh, you're going to give me a whole rundown of every single player aren't you?"

"You know me so well."

-

"Now who's that one?"

"That guy's twin brother."

"GO KAZUTO! YOU. ARE. THE. MAN!!!" Kakeru screamed through a megaphone cone. "WOOOO!!!"

"He doesn't even have the ball anymore..."

"And Gouenji is cornered by Matsuno and Mukata. It seems the whole of Team A is cautious of the Flame Striker, and rightfully so! What will he do?!"

Gouenji spotted Toramaru running towards the goal with Yamino trailing behind. He then kicked the ball through Matsuno's legs, passing, "Go for it Toramaru!"

Toramaru recieved the ball and was about to kick it when something made him hesitate and instead he passed the ball back to a now surprised Yamino.

Then the whistle blew.

"And that's the end of the first half! The match we have today is a tight one with the score only being 1 All. The fight for a place in Japan's national team will continue after half-time!!!" Kakuma announced.

"Great job, guys. We just need to keep pushing the good work until the end of the game!"

Everyone in the team responded back to their captain enthusiastically except for one red head who rubbed the lower half of his back.

After scoring the goal that tied the game, Hiroto didn't expect EVERYONE to jump on him. The only one who gave him grace was Alex, who gave him a high five after Team A got off of him.

I don't know if I should try to score again after that. He chuckled to himself with a sweatdrop as he walked towards the field.

"Here you go Kabeyama."

Kabeyama beamed. "Oh, Megane! Are you a manager now?" He asked then chugged down the water.

His face scrunched, "Manager? Please, that stuff's for girls. I'm too smart to be a manager." He adjusted his glasses as they beamed under the sunlight. "I, Megane Kakeru, shall serve as the strategy advisor and support my brother in his undoubtedly successful efforts to team Japan!"

The dark green haired defender sighed in satisfaction and gave the bottle back. "Thanks for the water Megane!"

"Sure thing." He grinned... then his face fell as his junior walked away from him. "Hey, were you even listening to me?!" He yelled shaking the empty bottle violently. After realising Kabeyama wasn't listening, the brunette grumbled as he put the bottle away.

The girl tightened the sleeves of her tracksuit jacket wrapped around her waist, a troubled look on her face.

The first half is already finished... and I haven't done anything...

She thought back to the first half. How Kidou, Kazemaru and Gouenji wizzed right past all the midfielders and defenders after the kickoff. They didn't score thanks to Endou being the only one awake.

On the positive side, yes, she did collect a few rebounds before the other team got possession of the ball, but that was the bare minimum compared to the clean interceptions others were making. What she should have been making.

What can I do—

Her thoughts stopped at the presence of the Blizzard Striker staring at her side with a curious glint in his eyes. "Are those pineapples?" Fubuki asked.

"Yeah. Do you... do you want some?"

He flashed his signiture gentle smile, "Yes please. I've never had these before." He said before taking a small bite.

Her eyes widened, "Really?"

Fubuki hummed then paused his chewing, "Aren't you going to have one too?"

"Oh, right." She bit a piece of her own, her shoulders began relaxing.

I needed this.

"Um Alex..." Fubuki called. The teal-eyed boy stuck the tip of his tongue out, "my tongue's starting to tingle a bit. Is that a good sign?"

Alex's eyes widened as her shoulders tensed up, "N-nothing bad should happen. I must've not prepared them properly— I'm sorry!"

I was so sleepy last night I didn't properly make them!!!

I must've not cut them properly— Did...did I put salt?

Did I not leave it out long enough— Did I even notice if the pineapple was ripe enough?!

OH GOSH— OH GOSH— OH GOSH— OH—

Her racing thoughts paused when she heard the boy chuckle, "It's okay. Maybe I need a little kick," Fubuki said, then looked at the field. "I haven't really woken up yet."

He hasn't woken up...

All those tackles, the number of times he marked players from advancing into their side, his interceptions... He was being a better defender than the majority of the defenders.

And that's him... when he hasn't woken up?

The grey haired player swallowed the last bit of the pineapple piece, "These are really good! Do you always eat them during halftime?"

"Y-yeah! And sometimes before I compete." She chuckled nervously putting the container away. "They're kind of like my good luck charm."

"Well if it's your good luck charm, I shouldn't worry too much then." He smiled with a thumbs up.

"And just so you dim-witted co-ops know, I'm playing for myself only."

What a selfish little—

"Kidou,"

He snapped out of his head, "Yes Gouenji."

"Don't focus so much on him. You have a team to lead." The number 10 reminded, a hand placed comfortingly on Kidou's shoulder.

He nodded, letting out a deep breath. He stepped in front of the group making everyone pause what they were doing, "Team, I have a strategy."

-

"Kidou seems to be on a mission in these last few minutes of the game. He's cutting through the defence like a knife!"

"Are you done yet?"

"Nope."

Midorikawa stared with wide eyes as he watched the power of his Astro Break decrease from the ball.

"And Kabeyama blocks Midorikawa's shot!"

They weren't joking when they said he got stronger... What if I'm not—

"Don't give up yet Midorikawa, we still have 3 minutes left!"

He shook his head at Kidou's words, "Right!" Then raced to the ball as it was about to go out the corner. "Take it Yamino!"

Yamino recieved the ball, chesting it into the air. Dark energy began to surround him as he jumped into the air.

Tsunami was about to race down to block the shot when he spotted Gouenji and Kazemaru running down the pitch. His eyes widened.

Oh SHOOT— What if they're gonna do Honoo no Kazamidori WITH this guy's shot? I have to keep them out of it. The pink haired defender then looked behind him to the purple haired player staring at him with wide eyes, "Go for it, bro!"

He replied with a hesitant nod before running in front of the incoming ball.

Here goes nothing.

"Huh—"

Everyone froze in confusion, including Tobitaka himself as the ball landed softly in front of him.

Did...did I really just do that?

"And Team B is without a goal thanks to..." Kakuma squinted his eyes, staring at the field, "that Number 3 in Team A! It's almost time before this tense game comes to an end, and the representatives will be announced. The question is, WHO WILL MAKE THE TEAM?"

"Great job dude!" Tsunami praised giving Tobitaka a thumbs up while running down the pitch, "Now you gotta pass it over here!"

Tobitaka blinked out of his mini daze and kicked the ball.

However his pass wasn't accurate enough to connect and was intercepted.

Fudou's teeth gritted into a forced smirk as he landed. Then he dribbled past Tobitaka making his way towards the goal.

"You're not getting past!" Sakuma yelled and slid on the ground about to tackle him.

"Heh," Fudou backheeled the ball into the air as he jumped over Sakuma making his tackle unsuccessful. His mouth widened into an evil grin, "Too slow Cyclops."

But he didn't realise—

"Oh?"

"What the—"

Then, it was like time slowed down.

There, in the air her tracksuit jacket and hair blew with the small breeze while a concentrated look coloured her face.

"Did you see that! While mowhauk was busy mocking Sakuma below, he created a blindspot for the girl to get the ball above him."

"Yeah. That's a mistake a player makes when they get too cocky on the field. A rookie move."

The corners of her mouth rose ever so slightly. Her eyes shimmering.

His teeth gritted.

Oh FUCK NO.

Her eyelids closed before she then passed the ball.

And—

"GOAAAAAAL!!! Endou's team pulls through with a goal within the last few seconds!" The umpire's whistle blew. "And that's the end of game!!!"

"Hey. Where are you going? They're about to select the players."

"You can stay to watch. It's obvious who's going to be on the team, though."

"...It is?"

Seeing all the players drop to the ground due to exhaustion, the girl sat down and stared at the field.

Sixteen spots...

Her honey eyes glanced at both ends of the field, Endou taking off his gloves and Tachimukai resting against the goal post. The two goalies are in by default, that's 14 positions left.

Gouenji's, of course, going to make it. He was the first to score a goal and the only one who scored against Endou.

And Hiroto... His move was way more powerful compared to practice. That's another great forward.

He's great at dribbling. His move looked powerful, too, but he had to shoot against Kabeyama.

Even though he isn't very muscular, he's like a barrier. A great defender.

Kidou is so much more impressive in person. His dribbling, footwork... the ability to make or break the flow of the game...

And I can't forget him. Especially after the trap he made, he's way smarter than people want him to be, I think.

He did an amazing pass even when he lost balance after a tackle... and he doesn't even look tired.

He's strong.

He's very fast.

He was able to dribble past three people.

He's great at dribbling too.

He can read who the ball goes to next.

And Fubuki... Fubuki's just so good.

The white haired candidate pushed herself off the ground. She began rubbing her palms against her shorts as she made her way to edge of the field line.

Am I really talented enough... to play with players like them?

Hibiki stepped before the lined up teens with another man.

"Before we announce the results of the selection match, I'd like to introduce you all to the coach of the national team."

Said man stepped forward. "That's right, I will be the coach for the team: Kudou Michiya. Pleased to meet you all." He then looked down at his black book, "The following are on the team."

"What a way to cut straight to the chase—"

"Number 14, Team White." He called and there was a brief silence.

Then Kidou stepped forward, "Here sir."

"He's going based off our shirt numbers." Someone murmered in the bunch of players and everyone immediately twisted their heads to double (triple) check their numbers.

"Number 10, Team White."

Gouenji Shuuya stepped forward, "Yes sir."

"Number 10, Team Blue."

Fubuki Shirou

"Number 11, Team Blue."

Kiyama Hiroto

"Number 2, Team White. Number 4, Team White. Number 4, Team Blue."

Kazemaru Ichirouta, Kogure Yuuya, Tsunami Jousuke

"Number 5, Team White. Number 1, Team White. Number 10, Team White."

Hijikata Raiden, Tachimukai Yuuki, Midorikawa Ryuuji

"Number 8, Team White."

Fudou stepped forward with a smirk, "Here."

"Number 2, Team Blue."

"Yes sir."

Then his face fell as he watched the player— the girl who stole the ball from him step forward.

Alex Jones.

"Number 7, Team White. Number 3, Team Blue."

Utsunomiya Toramaru, Tobitaka Seiya

"Number 5, Team Blue."

Kabeyama Heigorou

"And finally, Number 1, Team Blue."

Endou Mamoru

"And that's it, our chosen 16."

Someoka's shoulders slugged as he sighed.

"Hey. Keep your head up, you've come far." Gouenji encouraged holding his fist out.

"We'll meet again Someoka, I'm sure of it!" Endou chimed in.

Someoka fistbumped Gouenji with a smile, "Thanks guys—."

"YOU SAID I DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY!!!"

"I kno—"

"YOU SAID I WAS THE MAN KAKERU!!!"

He patted his wailing brother's shoulder. "You'll always be the man Kazuto."

"Hey,"

Kidou gulped the sudden heavy lump in his throat, "...Hey,"

Sakuma flashed a small smile, "Congrats, you really deserve it."

Kidou froze, not knowing how to respond to the compliment. He couldn't just say 'thanks' and move on. Their history became too complicated. He didn't want to make him feel like he wasn't enough, but at the same time, he didn't want to look like he pitied him, because he really didn't.

Everything's not like how it used to be after what happened.

His fists clenched, "I really think you should've—"

"It's okay Kidou, really." Sakuma said then looked at the audience. He was there too. The candidate smiled again, holding his hand out. "We'll be cheering you on."

The playmaker shook his hand, "Thanks, Sakuma."

Then they parted way again. Kidou sighed. He'll only be able to talk this out after the tournament now.

He straightened his posture as he made his way back to the group, Inazuma Japan.

"From this moment on, you are the representatives of our country. Those of you who were chosen, you all now bear the hopes and dreams of everyone who did not make it. Don't let their dreams go in vain."

"Yes sir!"

"This road will be long and hard. My job is to take you to the top, but you'll have to bring you're all into this. Are you all committed?"

"Yes sir!"

Alex heaved a sigh, her shoulders relaxing.

"I knew you'd make it, that was a really great pass." Fubuki complimented.

"Not compared to your sho—" She stopped herself with wide eyes when she saw Fubuki place a finger in front of his mouth.

"Don't remind them or else I'll end up like Hiroto." He whispered, a chill running down his spine at the thought of Kabeyama jumping on top of him.

I heard he weighs about 150kg...

Alex nodded pretending to zip her lips with an invisible zipper.

"I wouldn't have done it without you though! I'm sure it must've been the tingling." He playfully winked making the corners of her lips rise in heartwarming relief.

"Fubuki Shirou~ You scored a goal," Hiroto began with his bangs covering his eyes. "you know what that means, right everyone?" He asked looking upwards revealing a smirk everyone last saw on Gran.

It was only then that Fubuki realised Team A was closing in on him.

Fubuki stepped back onto his heel, ready to turn the opposite direction and run. He chuckled nervously, "Do you maybe have another slice of pineapple?"

"GET HIM!"

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𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 | [𝙽𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝙴𝙿𝙸𝚂𝙾𝙳𝙴]

Outro:

[gabs-spacesong]

“you are my great consuming love.”-tim laughlin

[ur-localcreature2023]

Fun fact abt young gems: Archer and Sam were originally supposed to date! But then I gained my love for melvarold and made archer date Harold instead.

[snowangeldotmp3]

haunted hawkins please!!! inquiring minds want to SEE!!

DOT!!! i have some haunted hawkins just for you!!

“Wait, you seriously believe it was a curse? Robin,” she sighs, pinching her brow, “there’s no such thing as curses. I’m fine. It’s probably just a stupid prank.” It’s a lie. She most certainly is not fine, but she pairs it with a smile that always convinced Jonathan. It doesn’t work. Robin looks at her in that way—the way that feels like she’s seeing right through Nancy and it makes her want to squirm, to turn away from her. To put up a wall between them. But, there’s also something there…something that she’s never seen on Robin’s face. She’s seen it on Steve, and on Jonathan, and it’s out of her mouth before she can even think about it. “What are you hiding from me?” It’s an accusation, and Nancy can tell that she’s right by the way Robin shifts, like a child who’s about to be scolded.

make me write <3

[the-winter-spider]

The Archer | Steve Harrington

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Angst, fluff.

A/N: Found this in my drafts loo enjoy

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You’ve never been the kind of person people stay for.

Your parents taught you that early on, love is temporary, conditional, fleeting. Your father left when you were nine. Your mother stayed, but she never really wanted to. She was always looking for an out, always halfway gone. You liked it better that way at first being alone, not truly having anyone so when they left it didn’t hurt as much, it was just another no one coming in and out of your lives. You learned that people only stick around until they find something better.

So you made sure to never need anyone. You let people in just enough to keep them close, but not enough for them to see you. You laughed when you were supposed to, played the part of the girl who was fine, always fine, even when you weren’t.

Because if you let people see what’s underneath, if you let them know how broken you really are, they leave and that’s why Steve Harrington is the worst thing that ever happened to you.

Because he sees you, even when you try to hide, even when you deflect and brush him off, even when you keep him at arm’s length…he still sees you.

And y’know what's worse? He stays. You don’t know what to do with that, because Steve is not supposed to stay. No one ever does and that’s why you don’t let yourself believe this could be real.

Because if you do? If you let yourself reach for him, if you let yourself want him the way you already do….you might lose the only person who’s ever tried to love you anyway.

Steve doesn’t know when he started noticing you like that.

You were always there. First in the way all Hawkins kids inevitably are, crossing paths in school hallways and at parties. Then through Nancy, through Jonathan, through all the bullshit with the Upside Down. You weren’t just another face in the crowd. You were watching, always sharp-edged, always standing on the outside like you were waiting for something to go wrong. Because well everything always did. But Starcourt happened and after that, you stopped just watching.

But no matter how close you got, there was always a wall.

That stupid, beautiful, impenetrable wall.

Steve tried to climb it. He tried again and again, reaching, pushing, pressing against the cracks, but you never let him in and man, it was frustrating because he knew you were holding something back.

It was in the way your eyes flickered when conversations veered too close to the truth. The way your laugh got a little too loud when someone asked how you were doing. The way you kept people just close enough to feel real but never close enough to matter.

Steve didn’t know why he kept trying, maybe because he saw himself in you. Maybe because he knew what it was like to be left behind, maybe because he cared more for you then he ever intended, maybe it was because his feelings for you were overwhelming and that was the problem. Because the more he cared, the more you pulled away.

You were right there but you weren’t, something just out of reach. Something like fear in your eyes whenever the conversation got too real, whenever Steve tried to lean in past whatever self-protective armor you had wrapped so tightly around yourself.

It’s late when he finally calls you out on it. Robin and Dustin had already passed out on the couch, snoring softly under a tangle of blankets. The TV flickers in the background, playing some terrible late-night infomercial neither of you are paying attention to.

You’re in the kitchen, sitting on the counter, legs dangling, spinning a spoon absently between your fingers. Steve is standing across from you, arms crossed, leaning against the fridge like he’s working up to something.

He exhales sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know you can talk to me, right?”

You glance up at him, startled by the sudden weight in his voice. You try to play it off with a small, teasing smirk. “I do talk to you.”

Steve scoffs, shaking his head. “Not about the things that matter.”

Something flickers across your face, too fast for him to catch, but not fast enough to completely hide.

“Not everything has to matter, Steve.”

He watches you for a second, really watches you, and it frustrates the hell out of him, the way you do this. The way you let him in just enough to keep him close, but never enough to let him have you.

“Yeah, it kinda does.”

Your fingers are still against the metal spoon. “Why?”

Steve lets out a dry, humorless laugh. “Because I feel like I’m talking to a version of you that only exists on the surface. Like there’s this whole other part of you, and I’m just—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. I guess I just wanna know you for real.”

Your stomach twists. “You do know me.”

Steve’s jaw clenches. He takes a slow step forward, voice softer now, more careful. “Do I?”

You swallow, shifting uncomfortably. “Why are you pushing this?”

“Because I—” He exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face, suddenly looking so fucking tired. “Because I care, okay? Because I keep trying to get close to you, and every time I do, it’s like you—”

He stops himself, shaking his head.

You feel something in your chest tighten, something sharp and dangerous.

“Like I what?” you challenge, voice quieter now.

Steve meets your gaze, and for the first time in a long time, you can’t read him. “Like you’re afraid of letting me in.”

The air between you goes thick and still. Your fingers tighten around the spoon, the metal cold against your skin. You should say something, laugh it off, shrug..change the subject, run.

But you don’t, you don’t know how.

Steve watches you, waiting, hoping you’ll finally let him in.

You take a breath, force a smirk, flick the spoon between your fingers. Deflect, deflect, deflect. “And here I thought you just liked the chase, Harrington.”

His face falls. Disappointment flickers through his eyes, just for a second before he masks it with a sigh. “You always do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pretend this is some kind of game.”

Your stomach twists violently.

“Steve—”

“Forget it.” His voice is tired now, frustrated, resigned. He pushes off the fridge, shaking his head. “You’re not gonna let me in. You never do, it doesn't matter.”

You watch him walk away, and for one fleeting second, you almost call him back. But then the moment is gone and so is he.

---

It happened in small moments. All the almosts. Little cracks in the armor, fleeting glimpses of something real before you slammed the door shut again.

Like the time you were sitting in his car after a shift at Family Video, both of you were too lazy to go inside. You had the windows rolled down, music playing low, the humid summer air wrapping around you like a second skin.

“You ever feel like this town is just… waiting to swallow you whole?” Steve asked, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

You had gone still. Not laughing it off, not dodging. Just silent.

“Yeah,” you had murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

Steve had turned to look at you. “Yeah?” he echoed, like he wasn’t expecting you to agree.

You hesitated and for just a second, he saw something in your eyes. Something unguarded, raw, real. But then you blinked, shook your head, and it was gone.

“Never mind,” you had said quickly, forcing a smirk. “I think that was just your deep poetic soul talking, Harrington.”

He sighed, tilting his head back against the seat. “You’re exhausting, you know that?”

“And yet, you still hang out with me.”

“Yeah.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “I do.”

Or the time you had been walking back from the arcade with Max, Steve trailing behind.

It had been one of those perfect summer nights, warm but not suffocating, the cicadas humming in the distance. Max had been rambling about some stupid bet she had with Lucas, and you had been laughing, head tilted back, eyes bright in the glow of the streetlights.

And Steve, well he had been watching you something he found himself doing for a while now. Noticing the way you seemed lighter when you weren’t thinking too hard. The way you let yourself exist without overanalyzing it.

He had leaned in, bumped his shoulder against yours, and said, “You should let yourself be happy more often.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he saw it. The way you stiffened. The way your smile faltered, the way your fingers curled into fists at your sides. He didn’t mean it the way he realized after how it sounded, he meant it like you should smile more. It was the more beautiful thing he ever saw, and that you should laugh more because man, it was music to his ears.

“I am happy.”

Steve stopped walking. “No, you’re not.”

You turned to face him, eyes dark and guarded. “What the hell do you know about it?”

“I see you.” The air between you had stretched thin, tight as a wire. Max had awkwardly cleared her throat, clearly wanting to be anywhere else.

“You don’t see shit, Harrington,” you had muttered before walking ahead.

Steve let you go.

But then came the night you slipped and this time you couldn’t take it back, it was real, too real.

It had been a rough day. Too much Hawkins, too much silence, too much weight pressing down on your ribs. You had snapped at Robin, ignored Dustin’s calls, spent the whole day pretending you were fine until it nearly cracked you in half.

So you did what you always did, you went to Steve. Not because you meant to talk but because he made it easy to exist.

Steve never asked for more than you were willing to give or at least you thought he didn’t.

You had climbed into his passenger seat without a word, legs pulled up to your chest, arms wrapped around yourself.

Steve didn’t ask why you were there, he just drove.

Out of Hawkins, past the flickering streetlights, past the places that felt too full of memories. He parked at some random spot near the woods, turned off the car, and just waited.

You could feel him watching you, could feel him waiting for you to speak and for a while, you didn’t.

Then you did. “I don’t think I know how to be loved.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, the second they left your mouth, your breath caught in your throat, panic clawing up your ribs. Shit. Shit. You weren’t supposed to say that.

Steve, who had gone completely still.

Steve, whose face didn’t change, whose hands didn’t move, whose voice didn’t tremble when he said, “Why would you think that?”

You had shaken your head quickly, fingers curling into your sleeves. “I…forget it. I didn’t mean—”

“Hey.” His voice was gentle but firm.

Steve reached out, carefully….slowly. Giving you every chance to pull away. But you didn’t, his fingers found yours, warm and steady, grounding you in a way you hadn’t expected.

“You don’t have to know how,” he murmured. “You just have to let someone try.” His fingers softly rubbed your hand. “And believe me someone will.”

That was the moment you realized he wasn’t going to leave, that Steve Harrington had been choosing you this whole time and maybe you could choose him back.

---

The sun is setting by the time Steve pulls the car into the gravel lot at the park. The air is thick with summer heat, the smell of grass and pavement still warm from the afternoon.

Robin is complaining loudly about having to be here, Dustin is talking way too fast, Max is rolling her eyes at something Lucas said, and you… you’re laughing. Like, really laughing, Steve’s known you long enough to know the difference.

There’s the laugh you use when someone expects it from you, quick, practiced, sharp at the edges like you don’t actually feel it.

There’s the one you use when you’re dodging something, louder than necessary, exaggerated, filling in the gaps so no one realizes you’re avoiding something real.

And then there’s this one, light, unrestrained..real.

You’re on the swings with El, kicking your feet, trying to get higher, grinning over at her like you’re daring her to catch up. Max is watching, smirking, shouting something about how she can go higher than both of you. Dustin and Lucas are arguing about whether this counts as a real competition.

Steve leans against the car, arms crossed, watching you.

Robin nudges his side. “You’re staring.”

“I’m not..” He stops, scowling when she raises an eyebrow. “Shut up.”

Robin snorts, looking at you again. You’re still laughing, still smiling, still unguarded in a way you never are. “You should tell her, you know.”

“Tell her what?”

Robin scoffs, shoving his shoulder. “That you’re in love with her, dumbass.”

Steve rolls his eyes, muttering something about how she’s so annoying, but he doesn’t actually deny it.

Because, yeah…maybe he is.

It happens fast. One second, you’re happy.

Genuine, effortless, real.

Then something shifts.

Steve doesn’t know what triggers it. Maybe it’s the way the sun catches on the trees just right, and the shadows look off. Maybe it’s the sound of the cicadas humming in the background. Maybe it’s nothing at all.

But he sees it, because you're all he sees. Your laughter falters. The way your eyes flicker with something heavy, distant, haunted.

The way your shoulders tense, like you’re suddenly remembering where you are, who you are, what you’ve been through.

It’s gone almost instantly. Your mask snaps back into place, and you’re smiling again, laughing again, playing along like nothing happened.

But Steve sees it, he sees all of it. That’s when it happens. That’s when he realizes he’s in love with you, truly in love with you. Because he doesn’t just love the version of you that you let everyone see.

He doesn’t just love the girl who makes fun of him, teases him, kicks his feet off counters.

He loves the whole thing.

The girl who smiles like she means it but sometimes doesn’t.

The girl who holds everything so tightly inside herself because she’s too scared to let anyone else carry the weight.

The girl who is so good at pretending she’s okay, she doesn’t even realize she’s doing it anymore.

“You good?” Steve’s voice is soft, meant just for you.

You blink at him, startled, like you weren’t expecting anyone to notice, like you weren’t expecting him to notice.

That kills him a little because he's done nothing but show you he sees you, he notices you.

But instead of answering, you plaster on that same damn smirk and say, “You worried about me, Steve?”

Steve, he doesn’t buy it. Not even a little. But he lets you have it. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don’t go falling off that swing and breaking something, okay?”

You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth twitches, just slightly.

Steve just knows. That someday, he’s going to get past those walls. Someday, you’re going to let him in and when you do? He’ll be right there. He’ll always be here.

----

It’s late. Too late for someone to be knocking on his door.

Steve is already awake, though. He hadn’t fallen asleep, not really. He had just been lying there, staring at the ceiling, stuck in that awful in-between place where his body was exhausted but his mind wouldn’t shut off.

He wasn’t expecting anyone. But the second he hears the knock, sharp, urgent, desperate his heart kicks up.

Because what if it’s one of the kids? What if it’s Dustin? Max? Lucas? What if something happened? What if it's back? What if it's something worse?

He yanks the door open without thinking and it’s you.

Standing there, arms wrapped around yourself, tears streaked down your face, chest rising and falling like you ran all the way here.

Steve feels like his heart is being ripped out of his chest. “Jesus, what happened?” His voice is urgent, rough, and panicked.

You just shake your head, breathing uneven. “I—” Your voice catches, like you can’t get the words out, like if you say them, they’ll be real.

“Hey, hey, come here.” Steve doesn’t even hesitate.

He grabs you, yanks you inside, pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around you like he’s afraid you might disappear if he doesn’t hold on hard enough.

You collapse into him, fists gripping the fabric of his t-shirt, burying your face into his shoulder.

“You’re okay,” Steve murmurs, his lips against your hair, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles against your back. “I’ve got you. Whatever it is, I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

You shake your head against him, breath hitching. “I, I had this dream, and it felt so real—”

Steve stills. “What kind of dream?”

You swallow hard. Your whole body trembles. “You were gone, y-you died and it got you, I just it was so real..”

Steve feels something deep in his chest fracture. You grip him tighter, like you need to physically make sure he’s here, that he’s solid, that he’s real.

“You were just..” Your voice shakes. “I don’t know, I just, I woke up and I couldn’t breathe, and I had this awful feeling and I had to make sure—” You stop, your voice breaks. “I just had to see you.”

Steve doesn’t say anything.

He just pulls you even closer. “I’m here.” His voice is softer now, steadier, full of something heavy and unspoken. “I’m right here and I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re okay.”

You nod against him, but you still don’t let go. So neither does he, he never wants to let go of you again.

Because if this is what you need to be held, to be grounded, to be reminded that he’s not going anywhere then Steve will hold you all night. He would hold you for the rest of his life if you’d let him.

---

It starts small, something stupid, insignificant, something that shouldn’t even matter.

You don’t even remember what sets it off. Maybe it’s the way Steve keeps pushing, keeps asking, keeps trying to dig past the walls you’ve spent years perfecting.

Maybe it’s the way you deflect, dodge, pretend you don’t care when you care so fucking much it’s suffocating.

Maybe it’s all of it. But suddenly, you’re both yelling.

Loud, sharp, raw.

Like neither of you can stop. Like this isn’t just about this moment it’s about everything you’ve both been avoiding.

“Why do you do this?” Steve demands, running a hand through his hair, pacing like he physically can’t stand still.

“Do what, Steve?” Your voice is sharp, your chest heaving.

“Act like none of this fucking matters!” He whirls on you, eyes burning, voice full of something angry and desperate. “Like I don’t fucking matter!”

Your stomach twists. “I never said that!”

“You don’t have to!” Steve throws his arms out, exhaling hard. “You just keep running, keep pushing me away every time I try to get close to you!”

“I’m not running!”

“Bullshit!”

Silence.

The word hangs in the air, thick and heavy and undeniable. Your fingers curl into fists, your chest aches.

“Why do you even care?” you snap, voice shaking now, uneven. “Why the fuck do you keep trying to fix me, Steve? Huh! I didn’t ask for this, I-I didnt ask to be fixed!”

Steve stares at you, breathing hard, shaking his head like he can’t fucking believe you just said that. “Because I fucking love you, that’s why!”

The words explode into the space between you, loud and sharp and so, so real.

Your breath haults.

You don’t move.

You don’t speak.

Because this is what you were afraid of. Because if he loves you, if he really fucking loves you, then that means he can leave and take everything you have left with him when he does.

Steve, he sees the way your face crumples for just a second before you shove it all down again. He sees all of it.

“Yeah,” he breathes, shaking his head, “that’s what I thought.”

He turns away and for the first time he’s the one walking away from you.

----

You don’t know what breaks first.

Maybe it’s the silence. The unbearable weight of it, the nights spent staring at the ceiling, wondering why the hell you keep doing this, to yourself, to him, to both of you.

Maybe it’s the fight. The way Steve walked away from you, the way his voice cracked when he told you he loved you, the way you let him go anyway or maybe it’s just everything.

All of it. The exhaustion, the longing, the fear. The realization that you’re ruining this. That you’ve spent so much time pushing Steve away that you never stopped to think about what would happen if he actually left and you can’t do it anymore. Because you don’t want him to leave, you want him to stay. You finally want someone to stay, not just anyone but Steve Harrington.

Fuck this.

You grab your jacket. Your hands are shaking as you shove your feet into your shoes. You don’t even think, you just move.

You need to tell him. Now.

Before you lose your nerve. Before you talk yourself out of it. Before it’s too late.

You step out into the cool night air, heart pounding. The streetlights cast long shadows along the pavement, stretching toward Steve’s house, toward him.

That’s when you see him…walking, laughing.

With some girl you’ve probably seen before but never with him. She’s pretty, dark hair, bright eyes, smiling up at him like he’s the best thing in the world and Steve is smiling back. Laughing, carefree, easy. Never the way he is with you.

Then he sees you and his face falls. Like he wasn’t expecting you, like he somehow knows exactly what you were about to do because no matter how hard you try to stop it no one sees through you the way he does and like he's realizing it's already too late.

Something inside you shatters, you don’t wait for him to say anything.

You turn around and you leave. You don’t know where you’re going.

Your vision is blurring, breath shaky, uneven, hands curled into fists.

You don’t stop walking. You don’t look back. You don’t let yourself feel it because if you do, if you really let yourself feel it, you’ll fucking break and you can’t. Not here, not in the middle of the street. Not where he can still see you.

You don’t realize where you’re going until you’re standing in front of Robin’s house. You knock fast, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to hold it all in.

Robin opens the door, half-asleep, blinking. “Jesus Christ, do you know what time it—”

She stops. Her whole face softens. “What happened?”

You step inside, barely breathing, barely holding it together, then you break. “It’s my fault,” you whisper, voice shaking. “It’s all my fucking fault.”

Robin pulls you in instantly, arms wrapping around you solid, warm, safe. But it doesn’t matter. Nothing feels safe right now. Nothing feels real except the way your chest is collapsing in on itself, breath coming too fast, fingers gripping her sweater like you might fall apart completely if you let go.

“Hey, hey, slow down…what happened?”

Robin’s voice is soft but urgent, her hands moving up and down your back like she’s trying to steady you, like she knows if she lets go you’ll shatter completely.

Your throat is so fucking tight it hurts to speak, hurts to breathe, but you force it out anyway. “I was gonna tell him.”

Robin’s whole body goes still.

You suck in a sharp breath, chest heaving, forcing yourself to keep talking because if you stop, you’ll never say it. “I was finally gonna fucking tell him.”

Robin pulls back just enough to look at you. And the look on her face, the pure disbelief, the realization, the holy-shit-you-were-actually-going-to-do-it, holy-shit-i-fucking-knew-it, makes something in your stomach twist.

“Steve?” she asks, like she has to be sure. Like there’s even another answer.

You nod quickly, breath shaking, trying to keep it together. But you can’t. Because suddenly you’re back there, standing in the middle of the street, heart racing, hands sweating, ready to tell him everything.

Then the girl, he laugh, the way Steve had looked at her.

Your stomach clenches. You shake your head, biting back a sob. “And then I saw him.”

Robin’s eyes widen. “Saw him where?”

Your mouth opens, but the words don’t want to come out. Because if you say it, it’s real.

If you say it, then it happened. “With some girl.”

The second the words leave your lips, your throat tightens, hot and painful. You try to push the image away, but it’s seared into you. Steve walking beside her, easy and happy, like he wasn’t carrying around the same weight you were, like he had already moved on while you were still stuck trying to figure out how to hold him in your hands.

You force yourself to finish the thought.

“And he was…”

Your voice catches.

Robin’s fingers squeeze your arms. “Hey, look at me.”

But you can’t.

You squeeze your eyes shut, like if you don’t see her face, you won’t have to see his.

“He was laughing.”

The words feel so small. So stupid in comparison to the way they’re tearing you apart.

“He was… happy.”

Robin swears under her breath, pulling you in tighter, gripping you like she can physically hold you together.

“Okay, okay, just—” She exhales sharply, like she’s trying to find the right words, like she’s trying to fix this.

But she can’t, because you did this, because this is your fault.

“It’s my fault,” you whisper again, and this time, you feel something inside you break completely.

Robin shakes her head, fast, frantic. “Don’t do that. Don’t make this—”

“But it is!” Your voice rises, sharp, angry, desperate. Not at her, at yourself.

Because you did this, you pushed him away. You made him think he was never going to be enough for you. You waited too fucking long.

“I’ve been doing this for months, Robin!” Your breath is ragged, hands trembling so badly you have to curl them into fists. “I’ve been fucking running, and he, he finally had enough and now it’s—”

“He told me y’know? He told me he loves me and I—” Your voice breaks completely.

Because you can’t even finish the sentence, because the end of it is too fucking final.

Robin pulls you against her again, arms tight around you, whispering something soft and steady against your hair, but you barely hear it over the roaring in your head.

“It’s not too late,” she murmurs. “Trust me, It’s not.”

But you just shake your head. Because it is and you hate yourself for it. You hate yourself for so many things.

For being a coward, for waiting until it was too late. For loving him at all and then it comes out. The thing you’ve been choking on for months.

“I love him, Robin.”

Robin stiffens.

You squeeze your eyes shut, a choked sob ripping from your throat.

“I love Steve.”

Your voice is wrecked, broken, shattered beyond repair.

“I love him.”

And saying it doesn’t fix anything, It just makes it hurt worse. Robin’s hands tighten around you and you finally just let yourself cry.

---

Steve is already at Family Video when Robin walks in, half-asleep and nursing a coffee the size of her head.

“We have a problem. A big problem.”

Steve barely looks up from where he’s crouched behind the counter, digging through a box of VHS tapes with a deep scowl.

“Yeah, I know.” He groans, tossing a cassette aside. “They sent us two boxes of the wrong movies. Keith’s gonna have a fucking aneurysm if we don’t..”

“No, you idiot,” Robin cuts in.

Steve pauses. Looks up, frowning. ”…What?”

Robin crosses her arms, expression dead serious. “Y/N.”

Steve freezes. The tape in his hand slips from his fingers, hitting the floor with a dull thud.

“What happened?” His voice is suddenly tight, sharp, urgent. “Is she okay?”

Robin exhales deeply, already exhausted. “She saw you.”

Steve blinks. “Huh?”

Robin glares. “Don’t play dumb, Harrington.”

That’s when it clicks, his face falls. “How do you know about that?” he asks slowly, voice almost hesitant, like he’s bracing himself.

Robin throws her hands in the air. “Because she came to my house at ten PM last night…crying!”

Steve’s stomach drops. “Wait, what?” He shakes his head. “Why? Why was she crying?”

Robin gives him the most exasperated look he’s ever seen.

“What do you mean why?! She saw you walking with some girl! She thinks you were on a date, dingus!”

Steve’s entire body locks up.

“What? No, no! That wasn’t—” He drags a hand down his face, heart pounding. “Wait, let’s, fuck, let’s take it back a minute.”

Robin stares at him expectantly.

Steve takes a deep breath, trying to make sense of the mess in his head.

“I was walking Mindy home. You know, Mindy, the one who works at the café next door? She got in that car accident last month, remember? She didn’t want to drive at night, and her boyfriend was working late, so I said I’d walk her home. Because I’m not an asshole.”

Robin’s eyes narrow. “So you weren’t on a date?”

“No!” Steve groans. “I told you, I was taking Keith’s closing shift! Why the fuck would I go on a date when I’ve been pining after the same girl for a year?”

Robin freezes andthen, it hits her. “Oh my God,” she whispers.

Steve rubs his temples, still processing.

“But Y/N, she was there, Robin and she looked, fuck, she looked so determined and then her face just fell. I thought—” He exhales sharply, voice wrecked. “I thought that was from seeing me because, God, I told her I was in love with her, and then I just fucking left. I did the thing she was most scared of, I left. I didn’t even give her a chance to speak.”

His hands are shaking. “Fuck,” he whispers, horrified. “I made her cry?”

Robin nods slowly. “Steve,” she says carefully, watching the realization slam into him all at once. “She was gonna tell you something.”

Steve’s mouth opens, ready to ask what…But then, he sees it.

He sees it on Robin’s face, the way she doesn’t say it but doesn’t have to. It crashes into him like a fucking freight train.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes, eyes going huge. “No way. No….no way.”

Robin nods. “Go.”

Steve doesn’t even think, he doesn’t need to. He just grabs his keys and runs.

-

Steve is out of breath.

His heart is pounding, sweat dripping down his back, his hair a mess from running his hands through it over and over again.

But he doesn’t care, because he can’t find you and he has to.

You weren’t at your house, you weren’t at the library, you weren’t at the cafe and every second he can’t find you, the panic in his chest gets worse.

He almost gives up, but then he sees them, the kids

They’re at the arcade on the bench, arguing over something stupid, but Steve doesn’t care.

He rushes over. “Have any of you seen Y/N?”

They all stop, turning to look at him.

“No,” Max says, frowning. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“None of your business.”

“Why are you sweating?” Mikes noses scrunches

Dustin's eyes widened, as he reads Steve’s face. His mouth drops open. “Holy shit, it’s happening!”

Mike blinks. “What’s happening?”

Lucas grins, nudging Dustin. “No way.”

Mike scowls. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?”

Dustin points at Steve like he’s just uncovered the greatest mystery of all time. “He’s gonna go get the girl!!!”

Steve groans. “Oh my God.”

“Finally, fuck!” Lucus yells.

Steve scoffs, flipping him off as he turns back toward his car.

“You guys are the worst.”

“YOU’RE WELCOME!” Dustin shouts after him.

But Steve isn’t listening anymore, because he thinks he knows where you are.

Steve finds you at Lover’s Lake. Sitting on the dock, feet dangling over the water, staring out at nothing.

And when he sees you, when he finally fucking sees you, he lets out a breath of pure relief. His whole chest unclenches. You don’t even look at him when he sits beside you. You don’t startle, don’t ask how he found you, don’t even acknowledge his presence at first.

You both just sit there. The sound of the water lapping against the wood. The distant hum of crickets, the soft rustling of the trees.

Steve doesn’t know how to start this.

But you do.

Your voice is small, barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’m sinking.”

Steve’s whole body goes still, because this is it he thinks, the walls are coming down.

“Like I can barely breathe,” you continue, staring straight ahead. “Like I’m barely above water and sometimes I just… I just want it to stop. I want to stay at the bottom, where it’s dark, where there’s no air, where it’s quiet.”

Steve’s heart fucking breaks.

“And I feel horrible thinking like that,” you whisper, voice wavering, hands trembling. “Because those kids? They’re handling this better than I ever could and I don’t know why I’m like this, Steve.”

“Hey.” Steve leans forward, eyes locked on you. “Hey, look at me.”

You don’t, you just keep going because if you don’t you might lose the courage.

“I don’t like to get close to people,” you say, voice flat now, like you’ve rehearsed this, like you’ve convinced yourself that this is just the way it is. “Because everyone leaves.”

Steve’s chest tightens.

“My dad was supposed to love my mom and he did—” You pause, let out a bitter breath. “Until I came. Then he left and once he left, my mom didn’t want me anymore. Because I was—”

Your throat closes up.

Steve is listening so hard it hurts.

“Because I’m unlovable.”

Steve inhales sharply, like he’s about to interrupt, about to argue, about to tell you you’re wrong, you’re so wrong.

But you keep going. “Being alone? There’s less feeling involved. Less chance of getting hurt. Less disappointment. It’s just… easier.”

You exhale, shaking your head, “But you, Steve…”

His breath catches.

“You make me want to swim.”

Steve sucks in a breath.

“You’re the sun,” you say, voice shaking now. “Shining on the top of the water, lighting the way up and it’s so fucking scary, because—”

You finally turn to face him, tears clinging to your lashes. Eyes so open, so raw, so full of everything you’ve been holding in for so goddamn long.

“Because I love you, Steve Harrington.”

Steve feels like he can’t breathe.

“I love you.”

His heart is slamming against his ribs, his hands are shaking.

Because this is it, this is everything.

You clench your jaw, arms tightening around yourself, like you’re trying to brace for impact and Steve hates it.

Hates that you expect love to hurt.

“You don’t have to do this alone,” he says, softer now. “I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.”

Your breath catches. “I don’t know how to be what you need,” you whisper.

Steve exhales. “You already are.”

Steve finally pulls you in, pressing his forehead against yours, holding onto you like he’s never going to let go, his thumbs brushing away your tears.

“Say it again.”

You blink, surprised. “Steve…”

“Please.” His hands are on your face now, cupping your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears. “Say it again.”

You let out a breath, a broken, shaky, beautiful breath.

“I love you.”

Then he kisses you and it’s not soft.

It’s everything.

It’s months of tension snapping like a rubber band.

It’s his hands shaking against your skin, your fingers tangling in his hair, both of you holding on like you’re afraid this moment might slip through your fingers.

It’s the realization that neither of you have to be alone anymore.

That you’re finally, finally getting it right, when you finally pull away, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling, hearts racing.

Steve smiles. “I love you too.”

[theladyheroine]

Team Sonic’s Favorite Disney Movies! ✨👑

❥ Hello everyone! So, I was a little bored so I decided to make this lol, but I hope you enjoy! Thank you & have a good one! 🙌💕

Sonic 💙

Treasure Planet

He thinks Jim Hawkins is the coolest Disney protagonist: loves the action, the pirates, the dramatic flair of the characters, & the board! The solar board tricks are his favorite scenes! He sometimes asks Tails to make him one, but Tom says no. (Lol)

Loves the world building & even thinks about buying the original “Treasure Island,” says he will but completely forgets. Asked if there was a comic ver. or a graphic novel.

Was suspicious of Long John Silver, but adored their relationship at the end. Thinks his cyborg arm is cool!

Cars

Everyone saw this coming (lol) but Sonic adores the Cars franchise! Every single one! But prefers the first since they’re always the best ones, sings “Life is Highway” every time it comes on! Adds it to his running playlist or whenever he needs some good energy. The perfect mix of rock & country!

Wishes cars could talk after first watching this. Will sometimes go all the way to Arizona just to take a crack at running the canyons; Knuckles is the only one that knows…

Loves Cars 2! Thinks it’s hilarious but also pretty epic in its own way. Tow Mater makes him laugh every time.

Tails 💛

Big Hero 6

While the action & vibrant color schemes are amazing, he’s more interested in the advanced technology & world building. Loves Baymax & has even considered building his own version of a medical robot for Maddie’s work. But she claims they’re just fine. Tom has tried asking for a robotic housekeeper though!

Relates to Hiro Hamada a lot about wanting to prove himself as both a good friend & an inventor. Loves the passion Hiro puts into his work, but the big scene with Tadashi is a little too sad for Tails. 🥺

Cheers every time Baymax comes back! Will sometimes play the film as background noise when he’s working, or just the soundtrack.

Luca

The unique art style & colorful landscapes are what catch his eye first, until the whole sea monster bit rolls in. Loved the concept of them becoming human when dry, but sometimes doesn’t understand the science behind it. He might think a little too hard about it… 😅

Luca’s relationship with Alberto reminds Tails of him & Sonic when they met! You can guess who’s who (lol) but their hijinks with the race always make him giggle. It reminds Tails of Sonic’s antics.

Loves Luca’s want to learn & study things about the human world. Will look for a book about old Italian history or even sea creatures after he finished the movie. Every time!

Knuckles ❤️

Beauty & the Beast

Gets super into romance films after hanging out with Wade’s mom, & it’s always his first pick for family movie night! Enjoys the songs after Tom explains musicals, but Knuckles loves Belle’s endless curiosity & fearlessness. Absolutely despises Gaston though, sometimes he can’t sit through his song.

Enjoys the message of “beauty within” & loving someone for who they are, not for their appearance. If Shadow joins the family, they’re both watching this film! 😂

The ending always catches him off guard even though he knows what happens next. But the heartfelt moment between Belle & the Beast always tugs at his heart. Poor guy teared up a little when he first watched it.

Brave

Was immediately intrigued by the warrior princess! So much so he took up archery by carving his own bow & arrows. Until he used all the firewood to do so; he had to help Tom find more after that. But at least he’s a skilled archer now!

Finds the concept of a bear curse interesting, as to him bears are powerful but loving creatures. Honestly thinks it’s cool having a bear mom. He gets real invested once the action starts to kick in, & admires Merida’s valor greatly.

At one point he found a little bear cub out in the woods while training & believed it to be abandoned. Maddie flipped out when she saw it, & made Knuckles take it back home. He did & even became friends with the Mama bear.

Bonus! Shadow 🖤

Robin Hood

I imagine this was Maria’s favorite & she would always have this as an option for Shadow on movie night. A classic Disney film that also has a lot of whimsy & color, which Shadow appreciates since the main cast is so likable. Don’t tell anyone that though. 🤫

Loves romance as well & is not ashamed. Sees Marian & Robin as the perfect Disney couple since their will to be together is so strong. But sometimes wishes Maid Marian would do something other than wait for Robin, but he appreciated that pie toss! 🥧

Decided to take up archery along with Knuckles, but becomes frustrated he can’t get it right away. Eventually he gives up after attempting a trick shot on a smaller target, that being Sonic’s old baseball cap.

Finding Nemo

While Shadow loves his found family tropes, he really likes the film because of Nemo. Finds him & his little fin adorable, but enjoys Nemo’s determination to become better. Also don’t tell anyone. Especially Sonic! 😅

Finds the vibrant ocean images & setting very calming, but loves how educational it can be. With how animals work with their environment & whatnot. Especially the part with the whale, he gets so amazed but also very confused by it (lol).

Another secret is that he finds Dory funny; her little quips & funny moments usually get a small smile or even a chuckle out of him. Even her little noise effects during the jellyfish scene get him smiling! But her behavior reminds him of Maria a little bit, so he enjoys her screen time a little more.

[angelynmoon]

Back on my eldritch monster Steve bs

Part 6

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They don't tell Hopper and Joyce, not right away at least because Steve is wary of the Russian they bring home, oh Steve could easily eat him and feel no guilt about it if he reacts badly but Eddie told him that he wasn't allowed to eat people.

El had amended it by saying he was allowed to eat bad people, which had led to arguments about cannabalism and the morality of it.

Steve didn't want to point out that he wasn't human so it didn't count, mostly because he really didn't want to add fuel to the fire, he was also not telling them about the fact that his kind had regularly ate one another and he'd been considered odd because he didn't hunt or eat his own kind, not even when he'd slaughtered them but it was amusing to see the arguments.

Steve doesn't mind keeping the secret, he's kept what he was hidden for so long, he's never told anyone really, they always just knew he wasn't human; wasn't right.

Even some of the people he rarely interacted with had known, stayed clear of him, some of the older folks, the ones that decended from the first ones to settle in Hawkins would even walk across the street to avoid him.

They knew he was Other, knew it down in their very bones.

Hawkins had been strange long before Brenner had opened a rift to the Down Below.

Unnatural things had been happening here since long before White Settlers had come, the natives knowing better than to linger, lest something make sure they never escaped.

No one cared to learn that the first few towns near Hawkins had vanished without so much as a bloodstain, houses left untouched, food left to rot and clothes left on the lines to dry but Steve knew, he'd known as soon as he'd crawled into this Upper World that he was not the first.

He'd be the last, of course, he would but there was another, somewhere, wandering among the mortals.

Steve had never bothered to look for them, didn't want to know them or even reveal himself to them. Part of him was afraid they'd attack him outright and Steve would really become the last of his kind, because that was not a fight he would lose, not with his family counting on him for protection.

Another part of him worried that they'd want to pair and spawn more of their own kind, raise them like they'd been raised, to hunt and eat and leave nothing but wasteland in their wake.

That had never been Steve's ideal to raise his spawn, he'd just wanted them to live, he'd wanted to raise them gentle, and loving, but life was cruel and his spawn had never broke from their cocoons.

Steve knew that they'd have to tell Joyce and Hopper eventually but right now he liked having only his kids in the know.

They were curious but their questions had less to do with what he could do, what he'd done and more to do with trying tp give him a dustpans and dinosaus name, they asked what he looked like, begged to see it with various puppy eyes that Steve forced himself to resist, if they really saw him they'd be scared.

Steve didn't want them to fear him, had never wanted to be feared at all, it was why he'd kept himself to himself in the Down Below, away from others of his kind and their expectations.

But he really should have known that his peace would not last.

Like calls to like, after all, and he should have known that he would come across the other one of his kind eventually, he had just not quite expected who the other turned out to be, but, well, it made a certain amount of sense all things considered.

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A/n: I already know who I want to be the other Eldritch creature but feel free to throw guesses.

@addelyin @merricatty @lesbiabrobin @apuckishwit @0o-mushroom-o0 @starlight-archer @darkwitchoferie @just-a-tiny-void @swimmingbirdrunningrock @intergalactic-president-awesome @vampireinthesun @goodolefashionedloverboi @adhdsummer @purpleanimeoverart @space-invading-pigeon @lilaclilyroses @nohomoyesbi @plantzzsandpencilzzs @korixae @subversivecynic @flusteredcas @persnicketysquares @freddykicksasses @little-trash-ghost @cupcakesnwhiskey @cats-ate-all-of-my-pasta

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austin has no regrets

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Episode 4: Ice Breaker

[Eng Dub] | [Jap Dub]

*insert intro music*

Taken place:

Before Episode 70

"I got into the team, Tante."

The girl said with her legs crossed over each other sitting with a straight back between the woman's legs, in front of a full body mirror.

"I saw. I watched your little match for a bit. Say..." Her dark grey dyed hair swayed to the side as her brush strokes slowed. "Who were the boys that scored goals?"

"Axel... Xavier and Shawn."

"Shawn... the acquaintance?"

"...yes Tante."

"Hm. You'll be able to fix a lot of your faults quickly if you stick with him." She concluded. "You can't be lacking in the national team now, can you? That would be such a disappointment after all my efforts to get you here."

Her ash-blue eyes locked with the other pair of eyes through the mirror but her thin eyebrows furrowed.

Her golden eyes are clouded with thoughts again.

So she tightened her grip, making the girl's breath hitch. "You won't disappoint me, right, Alexandrine?"

"N-no ma'am."

Not convinced, the woman's eyes widened into a stare.

The girl gulped softly and looked away.

The woman gave an artificial smile, "Good."

"Remember to always watch yourself," she began taking a loose strand of her hair, tying it around the navy hair band. She smiled with soft eyes while smoothing the minor hairs to finalise the girl's sleek styled ponytail.

Her eyes sharpened when they locked with the child's eyes through the mirror, "Even a gram can affect your performance."

"Yes ma'am."

-

"They made a training camp?!" Austin exclaimed mouth agape, staring in awe.

The manager hummed with a close eyed smile.

"Since Raimon won the Frontier, the chairman thought to build an accommodation for the national team after finding out Japan had qualified for the internationals. Everyone even gets their own rooms." The dark green haired manager explained then lead the way into the training camp, up the stairs to a wooden sign labelled 'Austin Hobbes' hanging on the door.

"Thank you so much... um..." The boy's mouth went thin.

The girl smiled with understanding, "Silvia."

"Thank you so much Silvia." The boy bowed.

"I'll leave you to it. Supper's at six."

Getting started, the boy made his bed and set out a few antiques on his desk. Feeling the hairs at the back of his neck rising, he turned around and squeaked, seeing Hurley, Darren, and Mark standing at his door.

"Are those toys?" The goalkeeper asked with a glint of interest.

He hid the box of toys behind him with flushed cheeks. Austin let out a shaky laugh, "WHAT— No-no... they're, they're—"

"It's okay to have toys Austin."

"Yeah, let's see 'em, they look rad!"

William walking past, paused out of curiosity about the crowd by the unknown new member's dorm. But once he spotted a car that clumsily fell onto the floor, his eyes almost dilated in excitement. "HOT WHEELS!!!"

He lunged forward, pushing past the boys as he got on all fours, holding the toy delicately in his hands. "No way, is this a Red Python Body?!"

"Y-yeah and the base is—"

"The CHEETAH Base?!"

Austin and William gasped together with smiles.

The three stared between the two.

"...A what?" Mark asked with a confused crooked mouth.

Darren's head leaned to the side, "Cheetah..?"

William pushed himself off of his arms, fixing his glasses kneeling in front of the (still) tense member. "This is a LIMITED EDITION collection that got discontinued. How on earth did you afford this? These are worth thousands of US DOLLARS!"

"My mom got it for me." He responded, his body softening.

"I demand you show me more!"

"S-sure, I have a bunch!" Austin stepped away from the box to allow the boys to look through the colourfully painted cars.

Hurley stepped out of the room and got onto the floor with his cobalt blue car. "Let's take this baby out for a test drive!" He pushed the car, it's wheels spinning as it wizzed across the passage.

"Look how far they go—" Darren paused seeing the car crash into someone's shoe.

Austin froze in horror seeing Archer staring at the toy that hit him on his way out the bathroom.

Hurley scratched the back of his head, "Sorry man, could you drive that car over here."

Archer exhaled. He took his hand out of his pocket, flipped the car back on its wheels before driving the toy back to the group with a light kick. The pink haired surfer grinned, "Thanks dude— you don't wanna join us? This is a lot of fun!"

The boy dug his hand back in his pocket. "No thanks. Appreciate the offer."

"Rude." William mumbled, cleaning the grime off the car with his shirt.

"He's a bit strange." Darren muttered.

"I think he's just a little shy." Hurley waved dismissively. He grabbed the blue car from William. "Thanks man. Let's go for one more race."

William adjusted his glasses, "Let's make this interesting, shall we gentlemen?"

The group smiled in interest.

There they were, standing at the top of the flight of stairs with their cars behind the starting line (a line of tape). William had taken the hot wheels track builder slides and assembled them to make one long track that ran down the stairs into the first floor.

"On your marks, get set... GOOOO!"

And off the cars went. Mark's orange car took the lead, but the other cars soon overtook it.

The cars were neck and neck when Hurley's cobalt blue car knicked into the track barrier and ended up spinning into Austin's purple car and William's Red Python Body, knocking them out the track.

"OH COME ON!" The three yelled before quickly placing the cars back on to try and catch up.

But Darren's grass green car was speeding for the finish line, in first place—

Then it crashed into Coach Travis' ankle.

Then the next car, then the next... and the next...

His face scrunched, "What in the world—"

"SORRY SIR!"

-

The supper time bell rang throughout the building, and Alex closed her door before making her way through the passage to go down the stairs. Just as she was about to turn to the staircase, she heard a door close behind her and out came Caleb.

"Oi." He called making her stop in her tracks.

"I was having a bit too much fun that time, kay? Don't get too cocky and think your special or something just 'cause you took the ball from me."

Then he continued his stroll down the stairs. Her dark eyebrows furrowed as she watched him go out the front door.

Putting the thought behind her, she made her way into the large dining hall buzzing with conversation.

After receiving her food, Alex looked around the room until she found Shawn waving her over to his table. Her breath hitched when she saw a bright red headed striker sitting with him giving her a friendly wave.

Xavier's smile melted away into light concern at the girl's frozen state. "Is something wrong? Don't tell me Shawn already told you about the alien stuff..."

Shawn chuckled, "I haven't told her that yet."

She finally managed a smile and sat down beside the red head. "Sorry. I'm... I'm still adjusting to the camp."

"No worries. Shawn, Mark and the others had to live on the road for a bit, apparently."

"Yeah! They came to my school and..."

Then the two reminisced about their travels while the white haired girl watched the two converse with a glint of wonder in her eyes.

Coach Travis stood from his table and the room quickly died down into silence. "Evening, I hope you all have settled in nicely. There are some ground rules we need to go over before I let you all get to socialising. I only have 3 things to say so this will be brief.

Number one, you are expected to attend all mealtimes. If you cannot, make sure you alert a manager or myself and your food will be kept.

Number two was already made aware of before you came but I will repeat: no cellphones are allowed. There is an emergency land line that all your parents have the number to phone in case of emergencies. If you are caught with a phone of your own, it will be confiscated.

And finally, I'm aware that some of you... are still trying to adjust to each others differences." He said, seeing Archer sitting at a table with only a wrapped plate accompanying him. "It is not my problem how you handle your disputes. However, physical violence will not be tolerated. If I do find out players have gotten into a fight, it'll soon become my problem. Those players will be punished with disqualification from the tournament. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's it from my side. Any questions?" The grape haired coach looked around the hall to be met with silence.

"Great. Lights out at nine." He waved as he exited the room. After that, the team cleaned up after themselves and made their way into the Rec Room in their groups while the stragglers like Archer made their way to their rooms.

The sound of hands clapping made the room's noise quieten down as everyone faced its source. "Alright Inazuma Japan, let's get to know each other!" Thor announced. One raised his hand.

"I'll start, what are your zodiac signs?"

Jordan groaned, "Xavier, no."

"What?" The red head smiled innocently, "Gemini season's approaching."

"Gemini?"

"As in Gemini Storm?" Jack whispered to Scotty and Thor who replied with a shrug.

"What's a zodiac sign?"

They heard a throat clear, "If I may?" Jude asked with a hand on his chest. Xavier nodded.

"The zodiac is a repeating cycle of 12 years, and each year is represented by a different animal. It is a traditional classification system that the Chinese use in their traditional lunar calendar." Jude elaborated.

"Ohhh."

Mark chuckled, "Well, that's Jude for you. Always knowing stuff!"

"Well actually..." Xavier began slowly to avoid causing conflict.

"Now you've woken the bear!" Jordan exclaimed leaning backwards to fall onto the floor dramatically.

"The zodiac I'm referring to is the Western Zodiac. These signs are divided into 12 as well, but they're based on star constellations and are split in 1 year. For example, if you are born in September, you could either be a Virgo or a Libra."

"Ohhhhh!"

"Which zodiac you are specifically, depends on the day you were born in that month. For example, Jordan and I were both born in September. But I'm a Virgo since my birthday is the 16th. While Jordan," he pointed to the green head, still on the floor with his hands over his ears in a fetal position, "is a Libra because he was born on the 26th."

He helped sit the grumbling member upright then faced the group again, "These zodiacs also have characteristics that play a role in your personality, just like the Eastern zodiacs, so it's also a fun activity to discover more about yourself."

"So there are Western and Eastern zodiacs," Jude mumbled stroking his chin. "Interesting."

Nathan raised his hand, "What's my zodiac sign when my birthday's on the 1st of February?"

"You're an Aquarius."

"I also wanna know my sign!" Mark exclaimed, enthusiastically stretching his hand into the air.

Soon, more and more boys started calling their birthdays out with Xavier answering with a closed eyed smile.

He turned to the girl who sat quietly near the corner of the room next to Shawn, "And yours Alex?"

"June 21st."

"Oh. You're just nearly a Cancer."

"Just nearly?"

"Mhm. The 21st is the first day of Cancer season, but she could show traits of a Gemini. They call it a Cusp."

"Ohhhh!"

"If I'm correct, Shawn & Mark are cusps too." Xavier added.

Jordan's arms waved around frantically as he yelled, "Enough with the zodiac talk! Why don't we talk about normal things that can strike up an exciting conversation. Like, what was everyone up to before the selection match? Let's start with...hm...Jack!"

Jack twiddled with his fingers. "I wasn't really doing much. I just sat around and ate."

"Okay... That's fine. Mark?"

"Playing soccer with Millie and the kids!" Mark grinned.

"That's cute. Jude?"

"I was learning calligraphy."

Jordan stared at Jude.

"What?" He asked with an arched eyebrow.

Jordan shook his head, "Nevermind. Nathan?"

"Running."

"The whole time?"

The bluenette nodded slowly, "Aside from sleeping and eating, pretty much."

"Axel?"

"Exercising."

The green haired boy sighed.

"What about you Alex?"

"...I was in Paris."

"No way! THEE Eiffel Tower Paris?" Jordan jumped onto his feet with sparkles in his eyes.

"Bonjouring and all?"

"Can you speak French?"

"No way! Can you say something in French?"

She glanced out the window then looked back at the group, "Bonsoir, Je m’appelle Alex."

"Don't French people say bonjour?"

"They do...but it's like saying good evening."

"SO COOL!"

"Bonsoir!"

"I always wanted to go to France."

"Eat baguettes, croissants."

"MAGRET DE CANARD!" Jack exclaimed passionatley, making Alex's eyes widen not by the sudden loudness of his voice, but how well he pronounced the dish.

"I always wanted to ride those boats in the Venice canals."

"Venice is in Italy, Darren."

"My bad."

"Have, have you had those round biscuits!" Jack asked.

Alex paused in thought until she realised, "...macaroons?"

"Yeah!"

"Can you teach me all the swear words?"

The room went silent as everyone stared at Hurley.

His broad smile shrunk. "What? It's fun cursing at someone in a language they don't know." He defended with crossed arms.

"French is one of the most learned langauges in the world. If you do go ahead and curse at someone in French, there is a high possibility someone will know what you are saying Hurley." Jude interjected with a smile, amused by the elder member.

"There's no harm in trying." Hurley shrugged with a smile. He crawled to the girl and whispered, "I'll find spare time for our lessons." Her mouth curved into a small smile at his determination and nodded.

"Do you know how to speak French Jude?"

"I wouldn't be surprised, Mr Classy himself."

"No, I do not." He replied. Then he held his hand out as he began to count, "I have only learnt how to speak English, Korean, Mandarin, Italian and Portuguese fluently."

The team sweatdropped, "Of course you have."

"That is actually going to be a big help in this tournament. The tournament's medium of communication is English." Xavier pointed out.

"Who knows how to speak English?" Thor asked and started counting the number of hands in the air.

Nathan's eyes narrowed, "Properly."

Many hands went down.

"So there's only two?" Thor chuckled nervously seeing only Jude and Alex with raised hands.

We're doomed.

"Silvia's also pretty good at English." Mark recalled the times when the manager would help him properly pronounce the English named Hissastues.

"She grew up in the US." Shawn whispered in Alex's ear.

*knock knock knock*

"Speak of the devil and she shall appear." Jordan grinned before waving to the girl, "Hi Silvia!"

"Hi!" She waved. Her eyes searched the room until they locked with a pair honey eyes belonging to the white haired player. She smiled, "The girls would like to borrow Alex, if that's okay with you guys."

"If that's okay with them?" They heard a voice behind Silvia filled with offence. Soon, the blueberry haired Celia stormed into the room and grabbed the female player's hand. "There's no need to ask them for permission. Come on, Alex!"

"O-okay." And off the girls went.

Then the atmosphere darkened as everyone turned to their targets.

-

Alex's eyes looked around the unfamiliar side of the building. While everyone else wondered the building getting used to it's interior, she never went this side because the first floor was where the managers and Coach Travis stayed.

Celia let go of the Alex's wrist to enter her dorm. She told Silvia and Alex to wait a few seconds while she cleaned up a bit.

Alex gulped softly looking to Silvia. "A-am I in trouble?" She asked quietly.

"Of course not! We just wanted to have time alone with you to get to know you." She reassured softly.

"It must be so suffocating with so many boys. I don't know how you did it Silvia." Celia chimed in. Alex's eyes widened. Her door was closed completely, how could she have heard what Silvia said?

She must have sharp ears.

Silvia chuckled, "It's not all that bad."

The door swung open. "And here we are! Welcome to my temporary home abode!" She presented with open arms.

Celia got comfortable very quickly. The plain white walls were decorated with Polaroids and fairy lights. On the desk lay stacks of newspapers next to her white laptop with a black camera sitting on top of the pile.

On the bed was a yellow duvet with thin white stripes and a small plush emperor penguin sat in the middle wearing her red framed glasses. And finally, a yellow rug.

Alex smiled softly at the warmth the room gave off, "Your room is really pretty."

"Thank you!" The room owner beamed. "I wanted my room to be either orange or yellow. I heard they stimulate creativity and productivity."

"Am I late?" Camellia spoke softly standing by the doorframe holding onto a lilac pillow.

"Course not! Come in, come in!"

Camellia then froze, not knowing what to do in Celia's room. Her blue eyes roamed the room hoping the two veteran managers would take the hint that she was confused when they met the golden eyes and blurred for a moment before they focused on the rest of Alex's features, which also looked like she didn't know what to do.

Though they were the new girls on the team, this was their first time meeting properly. With polite smiles, the two waved quietly to each other.

-

"So Mark— or should we say Marky."

"Yeah, 'AsK mE aNy qUEstiOn yOu wAnT, I'Ve gOt aN aNsWer fOr aLmOsT AnYtHiNg'."

"Yet he can't even answer what 7 × 8 is." Jude tsked, shaking his head with a serious expression.

"Oh come on guys, he was just being nice." Xavier defended with a smile.

"Oh nooo— He never acted like this with Tori or Sue."

"Well yeah. Cammy and I were friends in preschool so of course she's different from Sue and Tori." He said. His fist balled and eyes narrowed into a glare. "And I know what 8 × 7 is, Jude!"

Jude folded his arms, arching a brow, waiting for Mark to respond. He pointed matter of factly, "It's... it's... Hold on a second... if 5 × 5 is 25... then..."

"Don't think we forgot about you Shawn. What's the deal with you and the new girl?"

"Oh, I don't really know Camellia that well." He replied strategically, tilting his head.

"Don't play dumb with us ice pop, we're talking about the French speaking cutie."

"Yeah, spill the beans!"

"Oh? Alex is just a friend, if that's what you're wondering."

"Okay but what is she like?"

"She's really nice." He replied.

The team rotated their wrists, gesturing him to keep going.

"That's it, really guys." He chuckled with his hands raised. "We only met a few days ago."

But the boys weren't convinced. With Mark or Shawn's answers. This had to be the tip of the iceberg they were hiding. And they were going to find what's beneath the water.

The Ice Breakers loomed over Shawn while Mark continued figuring out what 7 × 8 was after shouting out many wrong answers.

Why is it always me?

-

The girls sat in a circle on the floor with snacks in the middle.

"How's the team been treating you?" Silvia asked, passing a freshly opened bag of sweets to Cammy and Alex.

Cammy smiled in gratitude and took a sweet. "Well, everyone's been nice to me, but Alex..." She turned to the white haired girl chewing. Cammy leaned onto her hands a bit, "How does it feel to be in the team with them?"

She swallowed. "I haven't had any problems so far."

"Do you guys have an eye or two on anyone?"

"Celia!"

"What? You can't tell me you aren't curious either!" Celia countered with a shrug. Cammy blinked staring at the duo while Alex's cheek began to flush.

"An eye or two?" The new manager said slowly, processing.

Silvia sighed, hand on her forehead, "She means a crush."

"It doesn't have to be a crush. I feel like things are too soon for that stuff. Hmm... anyone you admire so far?"

"Admire?" The two repeated.

"Yeah! Like, for example, when I first joined, I loved Nathan's hair— Oh! Let me find a picture—this guy!" The girl grabbed a Polaroid off her wall and showed the two the blue haired player waving to the camera with a smile. "And don't get me wrong, I still do! It looks so soft and silky."

Silvia chuckled at her friend's enthusiasm. "And he said all he does is wash it."

"Really? No oils or moisturisers?" Alex blinked in surprise.

"Nope. Just shampoo and good genes." Celia shook her head dramatically.

"Well... if it's like that, then... I'd say, I admire Mark." Cammy nodded slowly, satisfied with her reply.

"No surpise there." Silvia smiled while tilting her head, "Everyone likes him."

"He's just so positive and friendly. You can really tell he was a captain." Cammy smiled.

"That's Mark for you!" Celia nodded. "And you Alex?"

Her fingers gently fiddled her earlobe, her eyebrows forrowing lightly. "The person I admire so far... well... I can't really say right now. They're all pretty great."

"I thought you would've said Shawn." Celia said placing her chin between her cupped hands.

Cammy tapped her chin with finger in thought. "Shawn... Is he the one who scored with that wolf?"

"Yeah!" Celia jumped onto her bed and kneeled on one knee. "WOLF LEGEND— RAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!"

Alex and Cammy smiled while Silvia burst into laughter. "What about Axel!"

"Of course, this is MY MOVE." The girl replied bouncing on her bed before spinning her leg around making a whoosh sound with her mouth. "FIREBALL STORM!!!"

The girls' laughter filled the dorm. Meanwhile the boys erupted into laughter across the passageway.

Caleb frowned at the noise when entering the building. His eyes wondered the floor when he spotted behind the door to the Rec Room stood Archer, leaning against the wall with closed eyes.

"Oh? And what're you here for? You wanna go make lucky charms with the rest?" Caleb taunted with a smirk.

Archer stared at Caleb for a moment before closing his eyes, ignoring him.

Caleb blinked before shrugging his shoulders. "Not the talkative type, are you? Oh well."

The hallway erupted in laughter from both directions, almost like the walls were mocking him.

"Tch."

🌄2 July 2024🌄

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11-13 for the fic writer ask!

11. a WIP you’d like to finish someday

oh! two! I'm still working on in the Shade of Aurelias, but with all the chaos in my irl life, I haven't had the mental space to be working through a complex fantasy/period piece. WHICH SUCKS. I miss my magical hellcheer <3333 Annnnnd I had started a twin peaks x st crossover which has been on hiatus for some time. I actually do have a doc with an unfinished chapter in limbo, but the inspo hasn't been inspo-ing there.... I hope I get back in the groove someday! Because it was SO fun to have agent cooper in Hawkins:)

13. a fandom you’re thinking about writing for

oooo I recently dabbled in a fic for Star Trek Enterprise which was a great time!! I have another wip idea cooking... But I've also been thinking about the Amazon show My Lady Jane which I know I recced to you and I'm not sure if you liked it, but there's so much potential there for fic! especially since they canceled it😭😭 tbh I was thinking of a Jane x Archer slow burn bc they oddly had great chemistry....