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complicatedchelsea · 2 years ago

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Fallen Through Time For You

Chapter Eleven: Is It Illegal If She Deserved It?

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(Sydney's POV)

It was three weeks later that Murray called.

In those three weeks we had all fallen into some sort of routine. When Eddie was at school, I either spent the day with Steve or Hopper or even Joyce if she wasn’t working. Wayne was appreciative that I valued his sleep and didn’t want to bother him during the day, but when he was off, we spent time together too. The days at the station, Steve’s house, or even with Joyce weren’t as nerve wracking as they first were. They truly cared and asked for little in return. Joyce was like the mother I never had, accepting me with open arms and always making sure I had something to eat. Hopper was a little more rough around the edges, but he was another parental figure in my life. He provided stability and after reiterating what occurred at the store, he was quick to promise that nothing like that would ever happen again under his watch. Steve? Steve was quick to become one of my closest friends here. The bond we shared was different, just like he had mentioned. ‘Siblings that only saw of each other through cracks in the foundation’, and I felt like that matched us. Maybe that’s what we were in a different lifetime.

I was more comfortable around everyone now. It was like we all had collectively decided that while I was a mess, no one was treating me differently. The kids were very entertaining to be around, but God did they have questions. Some that I couldn’t even answer. Dustin was the most curious, and I swear he spent most of his time with me trying to get useful information. He was a very curious person, and it was an added bonus to see the way he interacted with Eddie and Steve. The bond that they shared with him was nothing I had ever witnessed. One minute Steve could be bitching at Dustin’s tone, and the next making sure he wasn’t hurt from a fight with Mike.

Max was another one I was surprised about getting close to. The rides to school and back with her let me into some more insight about what happened to her over spring break, and why she never seemed to go anywhere without her walkman. She was a firecracker, but had a heart of gold and knew exactly what to say when she saw me getting overwhelmed. We were all over at Steve’s for a movie night when Mike broke a plate. I had flinched and with just one look at me she knew what I was thinking and pulled me to the side. She fell asleep on my lap that night during a movie, and when I smiled up at Eddie, I don’t think my heart ever felt so full.

Eddie, well Eddie was everything. He was serious, after his talk that day he went beyond any effort he had made previously. It was like all stipulations had disappeared on his side; he was touchier than ever and way more vocal in his praises. It was getting easier for me too, and every time I reached out first for affection, he’d give me his million-dollar smile. It was so easy to let myself be loved by him. And any time I would worry about how much effort he was putting in and how I wasn’t worth it, he’d shut me up with a look and promise that he would do this everyday for the rest of our lives if needed. Even though I think he hadn’t said the words yet for my sake, I could feel them with everything he did.

It was Sunday night, which meant no Wayne and no interruptions. With everyone constantly checking in, it was hard to get some alone time with Eddie. Especially with him trying to graduate this year, he’d come home and do homework or work on the campaign and then crash. Not that I was complaining, a sleepy Eddie was very affectionate and it always made up for missing him during the day. He’d pull me close, thumb brushing against our soulmarks in the darkness of his room. It was so easy to melt into him, letting him protect me from everything outside those four walls.

The fabric of the couch was itchy beneath my arms as Eddie laid on top of me. His weight was something I had gotten used to over the weeks, always wanting to be in contact with me in any way possible. I was the one that pulled him on top of me one night, wanting to feel the comfort of his weight on top of me and he must have liked it because he took every opportunity to lean up against me. He was using one arm to prop himself up and his fingers tracing patterns on my bare arm, while his other hand was being used to trace light lines on my face. With every movement of his fingers, it left behind a static feeling that had my face flushing. Eddie’s face was flushed, a dazed smile on his face with his hair falling out of the lazy bun he had put it in when he got on top of me. My hands were splayed against his chest, my eyes closing at the intimacy of his actions. When his touch left my face, I opened my eyes to see that he had leaned closer, his eyes flickering down to my lips.

This was finally it. This is when he was going to actually kiss me. I closed my eyes as he leaned down and just as I could feel his breath against my face…

The phone rang.

“Jesus H. Christ,” Eddie muttered as I opened my eyes. His face had flushed darker and he pushed himself up so he was sitting on his heels. The force of his eye roll had me giggling as his eyes softened. “Do I really need to get that?”

I sat up on my elbows, giving him a nudge with my knee. “It could be important?”

He groaned again and sent me a look as he tumbled off the couch towards the phone. “Munson residence. You better have a damn good reason for calling.”

“Eddie!” I laughed as I sat all the way up and he waved a hand at me.

Eddie’s facial expression changed from annoyance to curiosity. “Let me get her.” He rested the phone against his chest. “It’s Murray. He wants to speak to you.”

I crossed the room quickly to take the phone from Eddie. He stood next to me, arm wrapped around me as he lowered his head next to mine to try and hear our conversation. “Murray?”

“Sydney!” Murray’s excited phone came from across the line. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you, child!”

I sent a questioning glance to Eddie, his expression mirroring mine. After our initial meeting, Hopper explained to me that Murray is overly cautious. Claiming that the government is listening in on our phone calls after everything with the Upside Down. That if Murray had anything to say to me, it would be in riddles and half-truths until we met back up in person.

“Indeed it has,” I let out a soft laugh. “You miss me already?”

“I have those family photos you asked me to find,” Murray said in response. “The ones that your Mom didn’t let you leave with? Do you think I can drop by tomorrow and deliver them in person? We could get lunch and catch up?”

“Sure,” I said as Eddie moved a hand to rub down my back. “You want to invite Uncle Hop and make it a family affair?”

“Always, kid.” Murray replied. “You’ll tell him when you see him?”

“Of course.”

“See you tomorrow, kiddo.”

The line disconnected in true Murray fashion, leaving me slightly confused as Eddie hung the phone back up. “What was that about?”

“Murray wants to bring me some family photos?” I questioned. “Which is ridiculous because I wasn’t in an-”

I stopped. “The documents. The ones that he faked, they must be ready.”

“Already?” Eddie asked as he pulled me to his chest.

I shrugged under his arms. “I guess. That’s why he’s gotta be back in town. I’ll tell Hopper in the morning when you drop me at the station.”

“Do you want me to skip so I can be with you?” Eddie asked, starting to sway us to a tune that he could only hear.

I shook my head. Since that last altercation, I really hadn’t been in public that much, less with Eddie. We kept our appearances to a minimum for my sake, not ready for someone else to approach us. “You need to be in class.”

Eddie groaned. “Sweetheart, one day isn’t going to matter.”

“Shh,” I said as I leaned up to pat his check. “I’ll be fine. When we get home you can see my new family tree.”

Eddie sighed and looked over my head to the clock hanging on the opposite wall. “It’s getting late, do you want to head to bed?”

I snorted. “You mean hide under the covers and whisper to each other until we fall asleep?”

He sent me my favorite smile. “I knew you were made for me.”

Monday’s were always spent at the station with Hopper. His excuse was that I made his day more tolerable, but I also knew that it was his slowest day and if I wasn’t there he would be snoozing at his desk. Eddie dropped me off with a kiss to the cheek and drum solo blaring out his speakers. I waited until he drove away with El to broach the subject with Hopper.

“So Murray called last night.”

Hopper raised his eyebrows from where he was trying to light his cigarette. “He called you? About the documents?”

I raised my eyebrows. “You know the documents are ready?”

Hopper shrugged and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “He called Joyce to invite her out to the lunch you were supposed to tell me about.”

I smirked. “How do you know he called Joyce last night?”

Hopper glared down at me. “I’m not allowed to spend time at the Byers house?”

“It sounds like you had an ulterior motive, Uncle Hop.” I said with a laugh and moved out of the way as he swatted at me. “You making night house calls now?”

“Shut your mouth.” He pointed a finger at me. “You’re just as bad as El.”

I shrugged and tried to conceal a smile.

We left for the diner a lot earlier than we needed to, Hopper saying that if he heard Callahan’s annoying voice one more time he was going to lock him in a cell. Joyce was waiting for us outside the diner, sitting on one of the wooden benches with a magazine in hand.

“Hey!” Joyce leaned forward to hug me as we got closer, her hugs always making me feel more grounded. “You’re early.”

“Well, so are you.” Hopper said as he leaned down to kiss her cheek. He sent me a warning look when he stood back up, and I just smiled and pretended to look elsewhere.

“Murray claims he’s going to be on time but he never is,” Joyce teased as she guided me to sit back beside her on the bench. “That man only runs on his time.”

“But he told you why he was coming?” I asked.

She squeezed my shoulders. “After today you will officially have a paper-trail following you to Hawkins. That way no one can raise any questions about where you come from.” Her eyebrows furrowed for a second. “Is anyone else giving you trouble?”

I sent Hopper a look and he raised his hands. “Don’t look at me. Blame the kids. How do you think Eddie reacted about that day at the grocery store? Of course the kids were gonna be worried.”

“No,” I said and twisted my fingers in my lap. Maybe I should have had Eddie come with me today. “I really haven't given anyone the chance to either.”

“Sweetie,” Joyce said as she pulled me into a side hug. “You can’t just shut yourself up like that.”

Before I could answer her, Murray made his presence known by dropping his bag in Hopper’s lap and reached down to hug Joyce. “Ah, my favorite adults. How are we doing on this cloudy day?”

“Murray,” Hopper said in amusement with an eye roll. “Looks like you actually made it in time.”

“Hey,” Murray drew back like he was offended. “Since I saved your ass in Russia I have been nothing but on time.”

Joyce laughed and tugged me off the bench to follow her inside. We tried to be discreet by choosing a booth in the back, but there weren’t very many people dining in the first place. Murray waited until the waitress took our orders before sliding a folder my way.

“You are officially Sydney Thompson from a small town no one has heard about in Montana. Your “mother” is the only one listed on your birth certificate but I have an official document here putting you in Jim’s care.”

He wasn’t wrong. There were many documents in that folder, including information on a bank account in my name. I picked it up and let Joyce look over it as I glanced back at Murray. “What is this?”

Murray smiled. “It’s a welcome to the party gift. Don’t go crazy, I didn’t put very much in it, but at least you have something to your name now. It’s completely ours, but now you have roots here.”

“You mean we didn’t put much in there.” Joyce laughed as she moved the folder out the way when the waitress came with our food. “Stop trying to take credit for what we all did.”

I felt my throat get tight and looked around the adults at the table. “Thank you.”

Murray cleared his throat. “I don’t do well with tears, maybe just get me a good bottle of vodka and we’ll call it even?”

When lunch ended, Murray followed Joyce and I followed Hopper. We didn’t make it very far from the diner before Hopper stopped me. He glanced down at the folder in my hands and beckoned it over and I gave it without a fight. It was a few good minutes of him looking over some of the paperwork before he shut it with a snap and handed it back to me. Before I could take it, his grip tightened on the corner in his hand.

“Are you okay with this?” Hopper asked me. “I know that we talked about this being a temporary solution, but now it’s official. Are you still okay with being tied to me?”

I cocked my head. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Hopper looked around us to point out the obvious, the stares that he was getting from the nosy people of Hawkins. The stares that I knew he was getting every time he went out in public, how they ranged from sympathy when he was with El, to the anger some people had of him back in the police uniform.

“Hop,” I let out a sigh and refocused on him. “My father was never around much and when he was, he was a drunk asshole who wanted to tell everyone what a mistake it was to have a daughter. In my time here you’ve been more of a father to me than that man has been in my twenty years of life. And if you don’t want me thinking of you that way, then th-”

Hopper didn’t let me finish as he pulled me into a tight hug. The folder was awkwardly squashed between us and I had to stand on my toes to properly hug him back, but it was one of the best hugs I had ever got.

When he stepped back, a heavy hand squeezed my shoulder. “I’d be honored if you thought of me like that. I meant what I said that day, I always take in strays.”

I laughed and that was that. No more hesitation on my side. The found family that I discovered was amazing and I wouldn’t trade them for anything. And when Eddie and I got home that night and showed Wayne the documents, I got another fatherly hug from Wayne that leveled right up there with Hopper’s. Why would I ever want to go back?

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“I just don’t get why you have to buy the Eggo brand, Steve.” Robin said as she shut the freezer door behind Steve. “It’s not like she’s going to taste the difference.”

“Robin,” Steve glared at her from across the shopping cart. “Please don’t start this again. I’m always gonna give El what she wants. If she wants Eggos, I can buy her some Eggos.”

“Yeah, Buckley.” Eddie chimed in from where he was swinging our joined hands, us watching them argue over what each other was putting in the cart. “Just like the difference between Red Vines and Twizzlers. They are both licorice, are you saying they taste the same?”

“Fuck off, Munson” Robin said, not unkindly as she pushed the cart forward. “Why are we friends with you again?”

Currently Robin, Steve, Eddie, and I were making a snack run to Bradleys. We were having a movie night tomorrow and Steve couldn’t not have the right snacks in his house. After hangry kids and an ‘accidental’ breaking of a picture in Steve’s hallway, we weren’t going to risk it. This was also the first time being out with Eddie since the incident, and having both Robin and Steve there really helped my anxiety.

It also helped that Eddie didn’t let go of my hand. But Robin had something to say about that too.

She watched as Eddie twirled me the middle of the frozen isle, the music playing throughout the story was too low to hear, but Eddie was a man that always moved to his own beat. I laughed as he spun me back to him, tripping slightly as I landed against his chest.

“Bleh,” Robin said with a smile as she looked over at Steve who was studying the list he had compiled. “Is this what we have to look forward to?”

I heard Steve snort. “Just be lucky that this is all they are doing.”

“Hey!” Eddie said, not offended as he shifted his hold from around me back to my hand. “We are not that bad.”

“She is not that bad,” Steve pointed at me and rolled his eyes. “Eddie, have you met you?”

Before Eddie could retaliate, I heard loud voices from the other end of the aisle. I turned in Eddie’s hold to investigate, but was met with the sight of three women pointing at our group.

“-let him back in public?” I heard one say.

“-pper should really be doing his job. Letting an accused murder walk the streets?” Another gawked out.

When I looked back at Eddie, I could see all amusement was wiped from his face and his eyes tightened in a way that I knew meant he was upset. Steve and Robin were quiet behind us, and with one glance, I could see that they were staring down the women too.

“Hey,” I whispered to get Eddie’s attention. His eyes snapped to me from where he was watching them, him trying to school his expression for me. “They don’t exist, remember? It’s just us.”

Eddie let out a sigh. “Just us.”

“C’mon guys,” Steve said. Robin had moved to stand in front of us, her back to the gossiping women. She reached a hand out the rub at one of my arms. “Let’s just finish this.”

Without another glance at them, I let Eddie turn me around to follow Steve, Robin stayed on my other side like she was going to try and protect me from anyone that approached us. I thought we had gotten away with it, that they were going to leave us alone and we could get out without any other altercations. But Eddie was adamant that he could go get his cereal and be right back.

“Gonna miss me, sweetheart? It’s just one aisle.” Eddie laughed and leaned down to kiss my head. “I’ll be quick, you won’t even notice I’m gone.”

I frowned, still on edge. What if those women were gonna follow us around the store?

“I’ll get you some pop tarts,” Eddie bargained with me. “Just stay here with Robin and Steve. If we split up, the less time we can be in here and the sooner we can be getting something to eat.”

“Yeah,” Robin as her arm wrapped around my shoulders. “Go get your nasty cereal, Munson. No one else is gonna eat it.”

Eddie flipped her off with a smile as he turned the corner. Anxiety bubbled in my chest as he left my sight. “They are going to follow him.”

“You don’t know that,” Steve said as the cart came to a stop next to me. “Most of them just like to gossip from a distance. I’m sure Hopper scared the rest of them off.”

“C’mon,” Robin pulled me along with her as we followed Steve. “All we got left is Max and Will’s chips and we can leave,”

A few minutes passed as Steve and Robin debated on chips and Eddie wasn’t back yet. The bubble of anxiety just kept growing in my chest. Something in my chest told me I should have followed Eddie.

And then I felt it, what Eddie was talking about all this time. I felt the feeling of fear settle into the back of my spine. I could tell it wasn’t my emotion, it was Eddie’s.

“Guys,” I said to get their attention. “We need to find Eddie, now.”

I didn’t give them a chance to argue as I took off to find him. I tried to remember the layout from the last time I was here, but it wasn’t needed as I heard loud voices coming from two aisles down. I didn’t wait to see if Steve and Robin were behind me to help me stop this, I just knew I had to get to Eddie. The voices got louder the closer I got.

“Really think you should be able to walk around here?”

“Devil Worshipper!”

“How can you even show your face around here?”

“Lying to that poor girl, how hasn’t Hopper thrown you in jail?”

“Killer!”

“Hey!” I shouted as I heard that last remark. I was just rounding the end of the aisle and saw that they had Eddie backed into the shelf, cereal box clutched in his hand. It would be a funnier sight on another day, four older ladies in their bright pinks crowding Eddie in his black clothes. But this wasn’t another day, this was today when they were harassing Eddie in a stupid grocery store. “Get away from him!”

I didn’t stop moving as I approached the group, shouldering who got in my way to stand in front of Eddie. Eddie’s face was pale and his gaze was pointed downward at his shoes when I got in front of him. He wouldn’t meet my gaze, but did take my hand when I offered it to him.

I turned back to the group of women, furious. “You have two seconds to leave before I’m calling my Uncle. You have no right to say those things here!”

“Honey,” One woman said condescendingly as she tried to reach out to me. “You don’t know what’s going on. He murd-”

I could feel Eddie flinch harshly behind me. He fought to get his hand out of mine, but I refused and tightened my grip.

“Shut the hell up!” I yelled. I could hear that the store had gotten too quiet and the sound of Robin’s boots as she and Steve made their way to us. “You don’t know anything about what happened. Eddie is not a goddamn murderer. He didn’t kill Chrissy, he didn’t kill Patrick, he’s never hurt anyone!”

“I’m calling Hopper,” I heard Steve say as Robin made her way to my side, both of us working as a barrier between the women and Eddie. I could barely see Steve behind them, but nodded in the direction his voice came from.

“How could you stand behind him in good conscience?” One of the women said, targeted at me. “How can you stand there knowing what he’s done? That makes you just as bad!”

“He shouldn’t even have a soulmark!” The other cried out. “Not after he split apart Jason and Chrissy! An eye for an eye, a mark for a mark!”

“Stop!” I said as I took a threatening step forward. I stood as tall as I could, wanting to seem as intimidating to these women. “You don’t know jack shit. Eddie didn’t do it! Out of everyone in this store, Eddie deserves his soulmark the most! You have no idea what happened in that Creel House. And I promise you if you lay one hand on him, you won’t ever see anything else but a goddamn jail cell.”

“Is that a threat?” The third asked with huff.

I smiled as crazily as I could at the three. “You don’t know where I came from and you don’t even know why I’m here. You really want to test that theory now? I dare you to see what happens.”

Suddenly Eddie ripped his hand out of my grip and dropped the box of cereal. He wouldn’t meet my eyes as I turned to face him in confusion, instead choosing to bolt towards the direction of the exit of the store. I watched as he stumbled around people and made a quick exit to the right as the automatic doors opened. When I turned back to the group of women, they all had smug faces.

“I think we took care of that, didn’t we Margret?” The ringleader of the group said. “He shouldn’t be back anytime soon.”

“You have no idea what you’ve just done,” I said with an angry laugh. “I can make what happened over spring break look like child’s play. You think you should be afraid of Eddie?” I took another step closer to the women, ignoring Robin’s attempt to draw me back. I was all in now. “Just go back to your boring life with your loveless marriage and repressed feelings where you see your husband for two hours at night and your kids when they want something from you. Where the only joy you get is gossiping about the people of this small town or making fun of your new neighbors. But I promise you, if you ever mess with any of the Munson’s again and I find out, I’ll make sure all that goes away. I’ll have Hopper arrest you before you can shed a single tear. Do you understand me?”

She took a step back from me as Steve reapproached us. Steve looked at my angry expression and the worried one from Robin that I could just feel with the stress rolling off of her. Steve stepped between us, his back to the women with himself facing me.

“Hopper’s not at the station but he’s sending Powell and Callahan to take care of it.” Steve said. “But he is making a trip to the store and he’s very angry that this interrupted his only night off.”

“Well, good.” One of them piped up from behind Steve causing him to turn around. “He can finally arrest Munson and get him out of here.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, a shocked expression filtering his face. “He’s not here for Eddie or Sydney. He’s here for you three. He’s put out several warnings about messing with the Munson’s, and now you’ve threatened his niece?”

One sputtered. “We didn’t threaten her!”

“I heard it!” Robin piped up from beside me, her arm coming around my shoulders. “And I’m sure no one else is gonna want to get involved to deny it!”

Noise started to pick up around us again, everyone that was viewing the spectacle started to go their own ways. Seemingly not wanting to have to deal with Hopper and whatever he was going to do to these three.

Steve crossed his arms and turned his body in my direction. “Sydney? Robin and I will stay here. Why don’t you go find Eddie?”

I nodded, sending another glare at the women as I stepped away from them. I didn’t bother with any of the crowd that lingered, just pushed my way through the people and met each disgusted gaze with one of my own. No one else said a word to me as I made it to the automatic doors and it felt like forever getting the doors to open. I peered out into the parking lot, heading first to the van that set a little aways from the door.

“Eddie?!” I banged on the back of the van as I moved around to circle the front. There was no one in the front seats and when I pulled open the side door, there was no Eddie hiding in the back of the van.

“Eddie?” I asked again into the dying light of the parking lot. “Eddie?”

I scoped the parking lot, but there was no one else there. There was a lone phone booth sitting at the edge of the parking lot, but no metalhead was holed up in there either. I let out a deep sigh as I leaned back against the van, desperate to find him. Eddie never mentioned how much these remarks bothered him, but it didn’t take a second glance to see the way he would get lost in himself. Eddie wasn’t dangerous to anyone but himself, and God forbid he does something stupid in his moment of disassociation.

Bang!

The sound of metal ricocheting drew my attention back towards the store, specifically to the area beside it. I took quick steps in the direction, almost knowing that Eddie had to be the cause of the noise. It was a little more difficult to see around the side of the store, the sun going down enough but not far enough for the streetlights to come up.

“Eddie?” I asked into the air as I took quiet steps past a dumpster and boxes of cardboard stacked upon each other. “Baby? Are you back here?”

I was met with no reply as I turned the corner to the back of the building. It was much darker back here, the only light coming from a bulb above what looked like a back entrance.

“Baby?” I asked again as I squinted to make out any shapes. “I just want to know that you are okay. Please just let me know that you are back here.”

A humorless chuckle drew my attention to the right and at that moment with a rescinding click, the lights at the back of the building turned on. There was Eddie, sitting on an overturned milk crate, leaning back against the store wall with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked so angry, his hair a mess from where he was probably pulling at the roots which I knew he did when he got stressed. His expression was pinched, but even from a few feet away I could see how sad his beautiful eyes were. One hand clutched his cigarette while the other was flipping the lid open and shut on his lighter.

“Am I okay?” He asked me, another humorless chuckle leaving him as he took a puff from his cigarette. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“Oh, Eddie.” I said, my heart breaking as I saw the mask slip and sadness replaced the anger. “It’s okay to be upset about this. I’m upset about this!”

“Are you now?” Eddie asked rhetorically, as he put the lighter away and leaned forward in his position.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, now upset that he wasn’t fired up as I was. “That was an ambush Eddie! Those women had no right to say those things about you!”

It was quiet for a moment as Eddie threw his cigarette down and stomped it into the ground. “They sounded right, didn’t they?”

It drew me up short. “I’m sorry, what?”

Eddie’s hands made their way into his hair, pulling at the roots like I thought he was doing before. “Those women, hell the whole store probably thinks that all of that is true. So if they do, it must be right? I’m a murder that doesn’t deserve a soulmark?”

“Eddie!” I said, astounded. “None of that is true. You can’t possibly think that.”

He chuckled again, and this one sounded more wet like he was holding something back. “Were you there when Chrissy’s bones snapped and her eyes got sucked out of her head? When Patrick floated into the air in front of me on that lake? Or when the ground threatened to rip apart under our feet when we thought Vecna had won?”

I stayed silent, not moving as Eddie continued. He made eye contact with me then.

“You weren’t. You weren’t here when I started going out in public alone and had to deal with this. How I would come out of a store and my tires would be slashed or the van would be spray painted with cruel words that took days to scrub off.”

He rubbed at his face and stood up to pace, moving in a small circle around the crate.

“I’m going to have to deal with this for the rest of my life in Hawkins, sweetheart. If I were you, I’d run for the fucking hills. That’s all I’m ever going to be in this town is a murderer that just wanted to help the nice cheerleader get some goddamn sleep. And see where it got me?”

He paused, the anger seeming to drain out of him. “I had to stop doing drug deals at night because I would be followed and beaten. Do you really want to stick around for that? What if you are with me one night and they get to you?”

“I-” I started but I couldn’t seem to get a breath in as I started to cry. “What happened to all that stuff you talked about weeks ago? What you promised me?”

“This is my life, Sydney.” Eddie said as he swept his arms out, his voice kept getting louder and louder. “Being harassed in a goddamn supermarket, being followed after school, having to hide how I feel when parents push their kids behind them in public. Do you really want to have to deal with that the rest of the time we are here?”

Eddie sunk to his knees, tears finally escaping his eyes as a heartbreaking sound left him. Even when he showed me his scars and the breakdown that followed, he never sounded this sad. This resigned to the life he had. He pressed his hands to his eyes like he could force the sadness back into the darkest parts of him.

“I’m so sorry, Sydney.” Eddie cried and I finally moved forward, falling to my knees in front of him. “This is what you chose, this is the life we are going to have here. Us getting harassed in supermarkets and being denied service at some places. You think I want this for you? I can’t give you much in this life, and until we can leave here this is what our lives are going to be.”

I didn’t answer him at first, just reaching forward to pull him into me and he just collapsed. His sobs got heavier and his arms circled me to clutch me closer to his chest. I held him tightly, not realizing that things had gotten this bad. How long had this been going on before I arrived? Twice a week, three times, everyday?

“Eddie, baby look at me.” I said as I rubbed a hand down his back and tried to pull back. His grip tightened, pushing his face into my neck. “Okay, you don’t have to look at me but you have to listen.”

I sighed as he continued to shake in my arms. “Eddie, it doesn’t matter what they say to me about you. I’m never going to believe them. I chose this life, I chose to live it with you here in a small town that I had never heard of and far away from my time. Do you really think a few old ladies are going to have me running for the hills?”

“But,” Eddie hiccuped and sat back on his heels, his arms still locked around me and forced me to fall back with him. The gravel was rubbing the material of my jeans into my knees, but I wasn’t going to move. Not when he needed me. “The bruises that-”

“Baby,” I said as softly as I could. “Dustin hit me with his textbook last week and I still have a bruise on my arm. Do you really think that bothers me?”

Eddie looked up at me then. “Sweetheart, someone grabbed you three weeks ago. I can live with the shoves and assault, but the fact they think they can do it to you? That’s a line I’m not willing to cross. I can’t let you put up with that.”

“So what?” I scoffed, trying to get him to see how ridiculous he was being over this. I chose him all those weeks ago, and I’m choosing him now. “You want me to leave you here alone in all this? Go back to a time where I’m unloved and trapped in a house that’s going to break me worse than what you found me?”

“No!” Eddie yelled at me. He moved so his hands were clutching my face. “Please don’t leave me. I don’t think I’d survive it.”

“Baby,” I whimpered out as my heart broke more for him. “You can’t tell me to go and stay in one sentence. I’m telling you like I told you all those weeks ago that I’m with you. We are in this together. So what if the people of Hawkins are narrow minded? We weren’t going to stay here forever. I’d follow you anywhere; wherever you go, I will go.”

Eddie was sniffiling loudly, his brown eyes tracking across my face like he was waiting for my expression to change. “I don’t think I’d forgive myself if they hurt you.”

“No one is going to hurt me.” I said with all the conviction that I had. “Eddie, don’t turn this around on us. Nothing that happened there is your fault and it never will be. I’m angry at them, not you. I’m never going to be mad at you. I’m never going to leave you. I can’t change what happened back in March, but I can tell you that the trauma of Chrissy’s death needs to be lightened. You didn’t kill her baby, you did nothing wrong. She was with you in her final moments, can you imagine how much more scared she would have been if she had been alone? She trusted you. None of those women in that store can take that from you.”

I moved a hand up to push his hair away from his face, wiping his tears away in vain as more continued to fall. “You have never not been deserving of a soulmark Eddie. You are one of the kindest, craziest, self sacrificing people I have ever met. The universe took one look at you and decided I was worthy of all of this. I’m going to make sure you know that everyday.”

Eddie leaned into my touch, his eyes slipping closed as some of the tension left his frame. “Isn’t that my line?”

I let out a tiny laugh and moved to pull him back into my embrace. “I’m serious Eddie. It’s okay to be frustrated and upset about what they say, but you can’t ever believe them. They weren’t there Eddie. They didn’t see what you did to save this town, the sacrifices you made and probably will continue to make if Vecna comes back. You can’t let them win.”

Eddie hummed, his chest vibrating against mine. “It’s just so hard when you hear it all the time. Everywhere I go I hear the whispers of what they think of me. After a while of hearing something, you start to believe it. You know?”

I nodded and moved my hands to cup his face and pull it to where I could see him. “Baby, I promise you every day I’m going to remind you that whatever you hear isn’t true. We are in this together, remember?”

“Together,” Eddie echoed back at me like I had done to him all those weeks ago. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

I smiled then, glad to see that his tears had stopped. “You won’t ever have to find out.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, leaning forward to tuck some hair behind my ear. My thumbs moved to wipe the tears from his face, some color returning to his pale features.

“Oh, yeah.” I teased. “You’re stuck with me.”

“What a shame,” Eddie said dramatically as he swayed under my hands. “I have to deal with you for the rest of our lives?”

Eddie let out a laugh and made a move to get to his feet. He reached a hand down to me, helping me off the dirty ground and leaning down to brush at my knees when I stood up. He fussed over me for another moment, pushing my hair over my shoulders and wiping at my face for any leftover tears. “Thank you for coming to find me.”

“Hey,” I said as I reached for him. “Don’t thank me. I’d do anything for you, even beating up a few old women.”

“Would you now?” Eddie said as we pulled each other closer. “You’d take all of Hawkins' gossip for me?”

“In a heartbeat.” I said back without any hesitation. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’m kind of obsessed with you.”

Eddie raised his eyebrows, my favorite smile of his pulling at his lips. “I’ve got you beat, sweetheart.”

Eddie leaned his face forward, completely in my space as we shared the air between us. “I crave you, Sydney. When you are not with me, it pains me to be away from you. I won’t ever need anything else when I’m with you.”

With that, Eddie leaned forward and hesitantly pressed his lips to mine. I let out a small noise of surprise and after a second of catching up, I pressed forward to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him as close as possible. Eddie responded with the same enthusiasm, his kisses getting deeper and more confident as his hands clutched harder at my face. My heart was going crazy in my chest, my body filling with static at the emotions running through me. It was like every emotion was being amplified, like touching a wire of electricity. One of my hands moved to grasp at the hair at the back of his neck while the other moved to grab at his wrist; and when I brushed over his soulmark, it felt like I was in the sun.

Eddie must have felt the same because he pulled back taking a sharp breath, his forehead leaning against mine. “Sydney?”

Instead of verbally responding, I pushed myself up to kiss him again, already knowing that I was addicted to this now. The closeness between us, the feeling of Eddie inside and out as he kissed me. I kissed him deeper, more emotional like I wouldn’t survive without him. Like he was my life-source and every minute I spent not with his lips on mine was a second of not living.

I pulled back after it felt like my lungs were on fire, Eddie moving my face to look at him. He had this dreamy look on his face and I felt pride swell within me. I did that, I made him feel that way.

“Sydney,” Eddie chuckled. “If you don’t stop, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

“Oh?” I asked him, feeling in my chest like that day at the arcade. Him pushing me against the van, the trailing of hands. “What if I don’t want you to stop kissing me?”

Eddie groaned and moved his forehead to rest back against mine. “Sweetheart, don’t ask those questions. I am a weak man for you.”

“Yeah?” I asked back with a smile. Eddie dropped his hands from my face to my waist, his grip tightening as I leaned forward to kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I want you to be weak for me Eddie.”

A series of emotions filtered across his face before what I could only describe as hunger settled on his features. He chuckled, his hands forcing my waist to connect with his. His head bent down to my neck and I felt him start to mouth at my neck. I felt my knees shake, my heart beating incredibly loud in my ears. My face was hot and flushed as I grasped onto him, wanting to stay present and not drift away in his clutches.

“This isn’t the place to be weak for you, sweetheart.” Eddie said as he pressed another kiss to my neck and then leaned back. I let out a low whine and the smile that painted his face promised me he would just eat me up. “The sounds that I want to pull out of you? Those should be reserved for my ears only.”

My face flushed darker if possible and before I could come up with something to say, I heard the sound of Robin and Steve.

Eddie must have heard them too before because he groaned and the step he took back from me seemed like it pained him. He moved to grab my hand, keeping me close to his side as they rounded the corner.

“Everything okay?” Steve asked as they came closer. He looked us both over and after a moment, I saw a look cross his face. “Wait, did we interrupt something?”

Robin eyed both of us before she busted out laughing. “We leave you alone for two seconds and you can’t keep your hands to yourself?”

Eddie grumbled beside me and moved so he had an arm wrapped around my shoulders. “What did you two come out here for?”

“Hopper’s here,” Steve shared. “He wants to talk to both of you.”

I frowned. “Are we in trouble?”

Robin shook her head. “No. I think he wants to know if you are going to press charges against those women.”

I watched Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise. “He wants to press charges?”

Steve frowned. “Eddie, he’s given several warnings and people are still bothering you. He takes this very seriously.”

Eddie shook his head. “I just didn’t expect it.”

Steve regarded him for a moment before turning to look at me. “Do you and Robin want to go ahead? I need to say something to Eddie.”

I looked up at Eddie and sent me a nod saying that he’d be okay. I leaned up to kiss his cheek before taking Robin’s outstretched hand and heading back the way we came. When we rounded the corner I could see Hopper dressed in his normal clothes, arms crossed and glaring down at the three women that harassed us earlier. They looked upset, the ring leader looking like she was going to cry at the thought of Eddie pressing charges. Good.

“Uncle Hop,” I greeted as we got closer to the group and moved in for the hug when he reached out for me. “I’m sorry you had to come out on your night off.”

Hopper ruffled my hair when I stepped back. “Don’t worry about it, kiddo. I told you to call me if anyone bothered you or Munson.”

Hopper’s expression melted back into the one I’ve only seen a handful of times, the one he gets when he goes into “Cop Mode”. “Are these the women that harassed you in the store?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“And they caused a scene? Robin said when you got to him they had pressed against a shelf?”

“Yes,” I sent a glare towards the group. “They were accusing him of being a murder and a devil worshiper.”

“But she threatened us!” One of them cried and tried to reach out to Hopper. He moved out of their range with a look of disgust on his face. “We didn’t do anything wrong!”

“Witnesses say that you three are the ones that have done the threatening.” Hopper stated. “Now do you know if Munson wants to press charges?”

“No,” Eddie’s voice came from behind me. I turned and offered him my hand when he got close enough, but he opted to wrap an arm around my waist. “I don’t want to press charges.”

I sent Steve a look from over my shoulder as he came up behind Eddie, and he nodded back at me. Whatever they talked about must have worked itself out. Eddie looked a little better, still upset about what happened but more like he had let some of the sadness go.

“You three are still coming to the station with me to fill out some paperwork.” Hopper said as he pointed towards the group of women. The two other officers came forward and started to direct them towards the flashing police cars. “You’re going to have to call your husbands to get your vehicles later. You are very lucky Munson’s not pressing charges but if I hear about any of you harassing him again, I won’t hesitate. You understand?”

The women nodded and didn’t saything as they followed the officers. Hopper let out a deep sigh and rubbed his forehead. “Are you guys okay?”

“We will be,” Eddie said as he pulled me closer to him, like he couldn’t stand for me to not be touching every part of him. “I just wasn’t expecting that to happen tonight. Thanks for coming.”

Hopper shrugged. “Despite our past Munson, you’re a part of this group now and that makes you family.” He sent me a look. “You too. I mean it, if anyone bothers you like this again I am pressing charges regardless.”

Eddie shrugged. “Maybe this will finally scare them into leaving me alone.”

Hopper stared at him for a moment. “If I found out that you didn't tell Wayne about this, I am calling the man myself. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Chief.” Eddie said back with a small smile. “Thanks.”

Hopper reached out to grasp Eddie’s shoulder before stepping back and heading towards his vehicle. We watched him pull out of the parking lot, the other cop cars following after him. It was a moment or two before any of us moved, the night turning out completely different than we thought it was going to be.

Steve tossed Eddie the van keys. “I had Robin check us out as I met with Hopper. So you don’t have to worry about going back in there.”

Eddie sighed and it seemed some weight came off his shoulders. “Thanks, I really didn’t want to go back into that store. Can we just drop the two of you off? I’m not up for doing anything else tonight.”

“Sure,” Robin said. She glanced around for a second before spotting a lone cart. “Can I do one thing first?”

Eddie nodded, confusion painting his face. Robin looked around for a moment before rushing towards the cart and walking it down the parking lot. We watched her peak around before narrowing in on a car. With a big push, she sent the cart flying and watched it crash into the driver side door.

“Robin!” Steve hissed as he took off after her. Eddie and I shared a glance, our mischievous smiles mimicking each other. “Destroying someone else’s property is illegal!”

“Is it illegal if she deserved it?” Robin said as Steve caught up to her, Eddie and I took our time walking towards them. “I saw her put her stuff in this car! No one is going to say anything.”

Steve rubbed at his face before his hands dropped at his side. “Is that it?”

Robin pouted. “Will you let me slash one of their tires?”

Eddie snickered and leaned forward to give Robin a high-five. “That’s my best friend! But in the event of the police leaving, we should keep our crime rate low.”

“Next time then,” Robin said with a laugh. She jumped at Steve. “C’mon Steve, aren’t you angry?”

“Of course I’m angry!” Steve said. “I just don’t want to commit crimes in a public place!”

Robin laughed and let Steve lead her towards Eddie’s van. I watched them bicker over who should get the front seat before they both gave up and got in the back. I turned towards Eddie to see him watching them with a fond look on his face.

“How did I get so lucky?” He asked no one in particular. “Being around all of you.”

“You deserve everything, Eddie.” I said as I leaned up to kiss his cheek. “Now the sooner we get them home, the sooner you can make out with me in the comfort of your bedroom.”

Eddie sent me a mischievous look and started moving us towards the van. “I’ve created a monster, haven’t I?”

I just sent him another smile as he opened the passenger door and helped me into the van. He snuck in another kiss before he closed the door, Robin hackling him from the backseat.

Eddie looked lighter when he pulled out the parking lot and started in the direction of Steve’s house. Sure I couldn’t stop anyone from saying anything to him, but I could be there to kiss the worries away when it happens. And Eddie seemed to agree

Hello! I am sorry for the lack of updates, this new jobs is kicking my ass! This is the last normal chapter before the time skips! I have a lot planned and I'm excited for you all the read it! I wanted to go into more depth about how Eddie might feel about being harassed by the town, and our babies finally kissed! Leave your comments of what you think, I'd love to know!

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bvannn · 1 year ago

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Weekly Update January 26, 2024

I am still very sick. I just took my second increased dose of the medicine, hoping it will help. Whatever stomach issue I was having a bit ago appears to have returned as well, or it could be more side effects from the surgery. Or something else. I don’t know. I tried fasting on Wednesday and felt physically better but also guilty, and I don’t want to keep doing it because I know it’s dangerous. I’m still a healthy weight for my height so I can probably get away with doing it like, once a week, but I don’t want to accidentally lose too much weight either because I’m already a 22 year old adult who buys clothes in the kids section I don’t need to be any smaller. I’ll figure it out, I’m trying to focus what I am eating on fruits and nuts, hoping it’ll detox me a bit.

I did a couple drawings this week. Kinda. The one I posted was actually sketched back before the surgery I just hadn’t digitized it yet. I only posted the one drawing because I want to hold on to the other for a bit because it’s part of that epithet prompt set I made. I’m fully not expecting to do every one of those prompts, but I figured hey since I missed a few I can do a batch of the missed prompts and release them at once. I sketched the one for this week and planned on finishing it on Wednesday but I got sick again. Once I’m feeling better I’ll try to focus more on drawings. I think I gotta scrap the big animation project I was working on due to circumstances beyond my control, which sucks but theoretically I can try other animation things too. I’ve been sitting on an idea for a short Detective Conan animation, maybe I’ll do that. Or maybe I’ll stay sick. Idk. I kinda want to figure out how I would animate Shaun, since he’s a ghost so I’d have to deal with both transparency and glow effects, plus certain aspects of his design that were meant to be more flowy, like his shirt-tail-thing. I could poke after effects again but it seems a lot more tedious than I had hoped.

I did review over comic stuff this week too, although I haven’t made any progress since I really started getting the surgery after effects. I like how it’s flowing for the most part, but I’m probably going to have to do second drafts of a few pages. Kinda sucks that everything feels so rushed, since I want to fit the whole introductory chapter into ~32 pages, which I’m totally able to do but I have to hold off on some little dialogue exposition conversations that I think people would like. Any story with ghosts is going to have people wanting to fully understand how the ghosts physically work, especially when it becomes relevant, but some of that can be put off until later because character moments are more important. Whatever, I can always keep going.

I feel super bad about not being able to do anything but I’m still so screwed up. I want to take another stab at music, and maybe I will, but I need to sit upright to play piano which screws with my stomach, and in order to pick out VSTs I want on a song I need to be able to have a midi that resembles what the final will sound like and I need to be in the headspace to listen to music without going into sensory overload. I’m pretty sure all of this is sleep related, I have the weekend to hopefully catch up on sleep, but I need to do some homework as well. And I need to stop waking up in the middle of the night. I’m afraid to double dose on sleep medicine because even though I know it’s safe after 6 or so hours, I don’t want to be reliant on sleep medicine because that’s how Michael Jackson died. Might have to wait for my surgery bs to subside before I can try to detox though.

I don’t know what to do with myself right now. I feel awful, I feel like my insides are rotting, but I know they’re not since I’m not in pain from it (or at least not enough pain to really believe that). Plus surgeon looked at me before I moved back to Uni and seemed really impressed with how quickly I was healing. Even though I probably disobeyed her ‘don’t lift more than 20 pounds’ rule. Like a lot. I did feel better this week than I did last, so I’m hoping I can bounce back pretty quick. I’ll give it another week or two before I ask my primary if I need another medicine. I’m hesitant right now because both she and the surgeon seemed to agree beforehand that I wouldn’t, and I want to trust them. I don’t know. Time providing I’ll try to do more drawings this week.

#weekly update

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pencil-to-paper · 2 years ago

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vienna

The first time you deep cleaned your room, you stumbled through the steps

Wax cleaner on a mirror, your desk was so cluttered that your parents joked you couldn’t even see it was there

It took you a few days, but eventually you made room for homework and a plant pot

Now, you have a cleaning routine that’s become second nature

Start with the miscellaneous things - the clothes piled up on the chair, that random piece of paper you’ve been meaning to clean up

Then shelves, smaller surfaces, mirror and windows, but the honor of being second to last is reserved for the desk

Move everything off, dust, wipe, dry

Count the items you put back on one hand

Lastly, sweep the floors, go no further than the boundary of your doorway

Beyond the wooden frame there are disorganized papers, cabinets with forgotten contents, old toys that should’ve been donated years ago

Sometimes, when the boxes stacked in the living room become too much to bear, you hide in your sanctuary of white furniture and bright yellow walls, everything you’re not allowed to throw out hidden in wicker baskets and side drawers.

Imagine a future where you’re 25 with a fully developed brain and a clean kitchen. Reread those three lines on page 217, there will come a day when you too will have a small house that you can unabashedly call your own

The air free of dust, only peace and the scent of lemons

Mornings are slow but not boring, if you stay in bed another five minutes to pet your cat it’s not the end of the world

The house is warm, you can let yourself have a cup of tea before you go

In the evenings, when you come back from a day well spent, you leave your shoes and stress at the door

Go through the motions you love so deeply, daily patterns that are just flexible enough to keep you from going mad

Dance in the hallway on silent wooden floors, music as loud as you want because nobody’s asleep or working

When the weekend comes, sleep until the birds outside sing for your company

Pick berries from the garden to top your pancakes, sit and eat with your toes in the grass

You can clean or rest or create, whatever you do will be fulfilling because you chose what to devote your energy to

Look at yourself, your home, your life, and all you can say is “I love you, I love you, I love you”

#tfw you went from being super messy to a bit of a neat freak but you still live with messy people #i got the word “yearning” in my spotify wrapped one year and this does a very good job of showing why #the line about page 217 is about dodie's secrets for the mad book #also partially inspired by mxmtoon's quiet motions and billy joel's vienna #original content #original poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #creative writing

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freesia-stars · 33 minutes ago

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what is love?

i keep wondering this question for years. is love conquered after years? after an act of kindness? or even living with someone your entire life? how do we notice, as kids, what love is? is when our parents or friends help us after a scratch? is when our teacher give us an advice about a homework? or even when you look at someone and have the feeling that you find something different? it’s so many questions about where and when love begins. or, when we notice what love is. i feel that my old me will always have a better conversation and thinking about beautiful words to describe feelings and the world around me. how i see things and feel. what makes my eyes sparkling and living the moment. what makes life worth living.

today, for adult me, love means sacrifice. but not any sacrifice. you put someone you love beyond yourself. you don’t care about consequences, you just want make them comfortable, happy. i don’t know exactly when i figured out about love but i know where. winter season of 2023. it was magical. i’m not talking about romance or anything similar. i’m talking about real love. deeply, endlessly and spiritually related — call it soulmate, whatever you want to. but i knew what it was. is the kinda of even you’re late to work, you still make breakfast for them, when you’re at grocery alone and still remember about their favorite food, listen to their favorite songs, watching their favorite movies. it’s about calling because you care, annoying because you want their best and most important thing, is about caring deeply and protection. the feeling of protection, to feel secure and safe around someone. to feel safe sharing your secrets, feelings, future ideas. love is beautiful but also can destroy you inside. it was almost what happened to me — i found someone that i loved and i still always will love. he passed away a few months ago. it totally broke me. i’m not the same person anymore, i can feel it. it’s like an worm eating every single piece of my body and soul everyday. slowly and painfully. still listen to their favorite songs, still see pictures and videos, still feel like an empty hole is inside of my heart and all my existence. but i still love and i always will. even though it hurts so, so much, i know that the feeling is real and i would never let anyone take it from me. it’s my love, my pain.

and what’s my point? that love is real, and you feel a lot. you have something to care about, something to live. you’re not just surviving life — you’re living it. all the moments and feelings. collecting memories. building a bond, opening your life to someone be part of it. we don’t know exactly when we, as kids, noticed that we loved our parents. but we know we do (mostly of cases, of course. different lives, different stories). love takes time sometimes. but as adults, we know when it comes. is in small and beautiful acts. which is funny. a lot things are happening in my life at the moment, parents crisis, my father not being a good moment, even though it’s not my fault, i feel guilty not being able to help. my mother is happy, which makes me happy. but about me? well. a lot happening. but, lately i’ve noticing the world changing. i know that our planet is dying and is our fault. but, i can’t stop thinking about love and happiness lately. and because of that, here it comes a simple moment that i started to realize things: in a completely random day, we were inside of the car, driving to a walk and my lipgloss fell on the car carpet, he put his arm in front of my chest so i couldn’t get hurt when i got up. it’s funny, is just a simple little thing. but is there, you know?

my mind is constantly working. and working too much. i still overthink everything and a lot. but i know how to keep my mind busy and focusing on real life, not on my mind trying to trick me. sometimes i want to scream inside of a bathtub. sometimes i just want to finish my life. sometimes i want to travel, to meet the world. sometimes i just want to sleep or playing games. and i guess that’s the life. we, as humans, can destroy it but we also can embrace and accept, love the way it is. complicated, difficult, hard, painful. but inside is also beautiful things. there’s happiness, love, hope, forgiveness. we still are humans after all.

i think i realized about it lately too — to be honest, in this moment im writing i’m making the most stupid, difficult and complicated decision ever. but i must believe it’s the right one. it had to be, right? a lot questions make me wonder more about life and decisions. what’s right for us? even though it’s so hard and complex? i believe what’s right is to do something we love and be positive, about our actions and be supportive about ourselves. which is what i’m doing. i’m believing in a good future with someone i care deeply and want to live a life around them. i believe that love can safe but also can destroy completely. not love, but other things that can might happen — lack of conversations, of trust, not caring too much (…). but maybe it’s my personal problem, feeling too much. so yes, i still overthink but i choose to live in the present not living a life where i imagine every single possibility that might or not happen. i choose myself now and my future. love is in simple things. it’s not a choice and also it’s the most pure and precious feeling in the world. we don’t choose it, it happens, and it’s magical.

i think love isn’t just about a strong deep connection. is way too deep and more than that. it’s beautiful and sad. it’s looking at the same person everyday and never getting tired. deep conversations. sharing moments, thoughts, the past and the future. sharing a life. a part of you with someone else. i think it’s my point of view of love. love suppose to be calm, chill, happy, peaceful. otherwise, isn’t love. when you meet love one day, you will know what it means. and i’m glad im able to enjoy the feeling everyday of my life.

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cryptidsurveys · 2 months ago

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Thursday, December 5th, 2024.

How old were you when you rode a bike with no training wheels? I'm not sure exactly. Maybe around five or six years old.

If you could eat one food for a month, what would it be? I wouldn't want to be limited to only one food, but if I had to then I would go with rice or oatmeal. So many ways to add variety.

Do you do your homework? Do you study? I'm not in school anymore. I was pretty good at doing my homework and turning things in on time up until high school. That's when things started to go downhill with hospitalizations and such. I also wasn't much of a studier beyond brute force memorization.

Are you usually a nice person? I guess so.

What are you doing besides this? Listening to classical Christmas carols and waiting for a load of laundry to finish drying.

Favorite snack? If I'm at the animal shelter, then I tend to go for things like granola bars. If I'm at home, then I often make yogurt bowls with fruit and various toppings.

What color is your house? Literally "wheat bread." Lmao.

If you had $500,000 what would you buy? I would put a portion of it toward home repairs, maybe donate some of it to the animal shelter, and save the rest / use it for basic necessities.

Do you watch more than 5 hours of tv a week? I don't watch television, but I easily watch more than five hours worth of YouTube in a week. Sometimes I'll rack that up in a single day.

When was the last time you high-fived someone? Kristen taught one of the kitties at the shelter to shake and high-five, so it was probably him. :') (In the photo above, he's the kitty you can see in the top right kennel in the background.)

Are you worried? Always.

Do you carry a purse everyday where ever you go? I take a backpack to the animal shelter and Mountain Park, and a smaller black bag for shorter outings.

Have you ever played Marco Polo? Yeah.

Do you drink coffee every morning? Pretty much.

What time did you wake up today? I woke up just after 6:00am.

Would you ever become an alcoholic or tobacco addict? I have had issues with alcohol in the past and I am currently a cigarette smoker.

What site did you get your layout from? Tumblr.

Describe your style: Mostly sweatpants and hoodies and animal shelter attire. Very much geared toward comfort rather than style.

If the people who invite you to a party do drugs would you go to the party? I'm not a partier, so I probably wouldn't go based on that alone. But what kind of "drugs" are we talking about here? Something like weed and alcohol or…?

What’s your favorite juice? Cranberry.

Do you judge people easily? I guess it depends on what quality or behavior I happen to be judging. Some things carry more weight than others, but rarely ever is my perception of someone set in stone.

Last book you read? I'm currently very slowly working my way through A Short History Of The World by H. G. Wells. I read it on my lunchbreaks.

How often do you cry? It varies.

Do you usually get surveys from people or sites? These days, I get them from other Tumblr users.

Do you know the Pledge of Allegiance? Ha ha ha I fvcked it ALL up. How very American of me. Don't even know my own shit.

If you had to choose, would you be a writer or an artist? An artist.

A stranger smiles at you, do you smile back? Most likely.

Are you going anywhere today? Nope. I'm spending the whole day at home.

Are you preppy? No.

If you could change one thing about your body, what would it be? No more migraines. I also want to style and dye my hair once it grows out. Maybe that will help me feel more like myself.

What’s scarier; spiders or worms? Spiders.

Water or Milk? Water.

Do you know anyone who is a vegetarian? Diane - the office manager at the shelter.

Would you rather have one real best friend or a lot of friends? I do have one real best friend, but I also wish I had a broader social circle. I can't expect one person to fulfill all of my social needs.

Monkeys or Donkeys? Donkeys.

Are you going to college one day? I attended (and dropped out of) community college in the past. I don't have any current plans to return and wouldn't without a pretty concrete plan for what I wanted to accomplish.

Do you have more than 6 pairs of socks? Yeah.

What is 3.14? My birthday. ;D

Who was last mean to you? I'm not sure… Now, I can be pretty sarcastic and all that - it's definitely my type of humor - but you know when you aren't especially socially adept and it's hard to tell what's a joke and what's got a grain of truth to it? Well…sometimes I encounter that confusion with Kristen and Natasha. I'm either being overly sensitive or overly naive and…ahhh!!!

Do you play poker for real money? I've played Blackjack for real money. Not a lot of money - I only won 11 dollars - but still.

What was the last video game you played? No idea.

How do you dry your hair? It's super short so I just towel dry it.

Are you on a laptop? Desktop.

Where are you? In my room.

#survey #surveys #personal survey #survey blog #random survey

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kingayatospalace · 4 months ago

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Beyond the Facade

Dee x Male!OC!Olezka

A/N: Having to rewrite and edit is a lot more frustrating than I thought it would be *sigh* Anyway, I hope you enjoy

Warnings: bugs/insects | nothing else I think (let me know if I should add anything)

Word Count: 1 398

Ch. 1 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8

Chapter 2: Dispensed

The week has been going by slowly, every morning repeating itself like clockwork. The commencement of the project looming over Dee's head like a disco ball of sorts, making itself known at every given opportunity. "The sooner we get started, the sooner we can be done with it," was the only thought keeping Dee calm and collected at this point.

Dee has studied some psychology, expanding on his knowledge at rapid pace since being paired with Olezka, so he would say he understands the human mind quite well. Not yet understanding the contrast between Olezka's actions and his odd feelings towards him was eating him up inside. Slowly, slowly, slowly. But he would never show it on his face. 'Cool as a cucumber' one could say.

"Olezka! Why are you eating that?!" Andrei whisper yells while looking unto his best friend in horror and disbelief.

"I'm hungry," he calmly replies, "Do you want some?"

"I thought we've talked about this already Ollie," Andrei's tone changes from shock to concern, speaking to him as though he were a child, "You can't eat those at school."

Olezka shrugged his shoulders in response, "I thought that only applied to last year."

"Is whatever you're discussing so important that it can't wait for the end of my lesson?!" the teacher yells at the two.

"No ma'am. Please continue," Andrei tries to brush past this interaction, Olezka however is still chewing.

"Why are you eating in my class?! Show it to me! How about we share it with the class," she sure sounds mad.

"I don't think anyone would like these," Olezka says as he holds up a ziplock bag filled about halfway with...hold on, why's the bag moving?

Someone shrieks as the teacher demands to know what on Earth is in that bag.

"Tenebrio Molitor. I found them yesterday afternoon. They're pretty high in protien, fibre and vitamins B12 and uhhh B5," Olezka says as he grabs a few more worms and continues eating. "I didn't have time to cook them so they don't have that roasted, crunchy taste like usual but you can have some if you want."

"Why the hell are you eating maggots?!" some kid shouts, disgusted, as another runs to the window and throws up his breakfast.

"Not maggots, Tenebrio Molitor or mealworms," he says.

"I-It doesn't matter! Just- please just put those away and stop eating in my class. A-as I was saying..."

Things like this happened every now and again with this Olezka character. It was as if he lived in his own little world and everyone else was just passing through. He never got angry, or tired of explaining himself, or embarrassed by his actions. He just was. That made him all the more intriguing.

Clearly, unlike Dee, Olezka was entirely unbothered, continuing about his business like everything is fine. Everything is not fine. Why is Dee so on edge about this guy? It really shouldn't matter anyway, he has homework to do and personal missions to complete. No use getting bent out of shape about someone who clearly doesn't even care.

Something else even more important that needs to be focused on right now is: "What the hell is this project about anyway? Why are they taking their sweet time to introduce it to us?" That's right Dee. Ask the important questions.

The period before lunch, the entire grade is gathered in the hall where the principal announces what the project is. Finally. The project is to prepare a presentation, handmade poster and all, on a randomly selected topic, bucket-full-of-papers style.

"We waited all that time AND gathered in the hall just for that?" could be heard through the collective sigh of the grade. Yes, since when have they done it this way? Exactly, never. No more questions about it.

It now makes sense to everyone why they were asked to sit in their pairs as a large bucket is passed through the rows. Each pair pulls out a paper and either jumps for joy on how simple their topic is or deflates into their chairs at the sheer level of boring they find their topic to be.

The bucket reaches Olezka and Dee. A look of 'that's so unsanitary' crosses Dee's face and Olezka pulls their paper out: 'Left Brain VS Right Brain'.

No reaction. Not a sigh. Not a twitch of an eyebrow. Yeah, intense is right Dee.

At lunch, Olezka awkwardly sat down beside Dee again at the bench Dee sometimes sat at. The perfect place to be left alone to read.

"Hey Dee," he smiled, his voice seeming to resonate despite them being outdoors, "I've already finished reading through the brief and I'm thinking we could each do research, one of us can collect the materials for the physical poster, the other can put the poster together and one of us could print out our supporting documents. What were you thinking?"

As Olezka gets closer, pointing out the tasks he's circled and the notes he's made, the aroma of cinnamon and sugar begins to fill the air. Dee unconsciously takes a deep breath, eyes zeroing in on the black rings that seem to fit so perfectly around Olezka's thumbs. He wonders if he's always worn those.

"Doesn't it make more sense for both of us to collect the materials for the poster so the burden doesn't fall on just one of us?"

Well, at least he only criticized one idea.

"Uhhm, yeah. Sure," there's that sassy tone, everyone's always talking about. "What do you think you can get? I can get card paper and I've got lots of different types of glue lying around."

"I have stationary."

"Alright. So how are we gonna work this? There's no time to do it during the day and I will not sacrifice break. The last time I did that I forgot to eat and spent the rest of the day hungry because I left my lunch bag with one of my friends and they went home! I don't think I can ever risk-"

Dee feels himself begin to zone out looking up at him now, taking notice of how messily his hair is tied back today. That's a first, it's usually so neat, or as neat as wild hair like that can be. A thought of how long it may actually be crosses his mind for moment. Maybe, just past shoulder length? He's never once seen Olezka with his hair down; it's always tied back, into a bun or two or into some other creative hairstyle he decided to experiment with on that day.

By the time Dee snaps out of his little trance, Olezka's already almost finished his little ramble session.

"...which kinda reminds me of termite larvae for some reason, so I actually really like those sweets. Anyway, where do you think we should go?"

"We can work on it at my house after school," Dee pauses for a second, did he really just invite this guy over to his house?

"Okay. We could also use the library since they have a ton of books on neurology. Can I get your number? We can work out the finer details later," Olezka holds his phone out and waits for a response. Does he always ask for people's info this casually? Isn't he worried someone'll snatch his phone and run one day?

"...Sure," Dee says slowly.

He fills in his details and hands the phone back. He thinks, "He's definitely way too trusting."

When Dee gets home, he sees that Olezka sent him a message: "Hey partner! It's Olezka."

He sighs. This project is important, he wants their presentation to be the best of them all and his partner should be thinking the same. From how much Olezka talks about complete nothing, Dee wonders if he's even taking this seriously.

They ended up agreeing to meet up at Dee's house three times a week and spend the other days in the library. Hopefully Olezka isn't annoying and their personalities don't clash too much. What's up with this progression anyway? Why can't they meet up at Olezka's house? Honestly, Dee's just tired of thinking about Olezka. He's been popping up in his mind needlessly often lately and it's starting to bug him. All this build up. All this suspense. And for what? He's got better things to do than be weirdly anxious about nothing.

#metal family #metal family dee #metal family heavy #metal family vicky #metal family glam #oc #character x oc #x male reader #male oc #x reader #metal family oc

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strangerthingfanfic · 1 year ago

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Chapter 3 is live!!!

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Chapter 3: New Life

A giggling sound made the two of them jump and look in the direction it came from.

Steve laughed when he saw the baby monitor sitting on the table next to Billy.

Steve looked over at Billy, grinned, and said, “I guess they approve”.

“I'm sorry,” was all Billy said as he dashed past Steve and out the front door. The sound of the door closing heavily behind him echoed in Steve's soul.

The night wind howled in Billy's ears as he searched for a place to hide, to breathe, to disappear. “You're useless, dumb, and loving a man is wrong and you will never amount to anything and your children will hate you,” his father's voice whispered inside his head.

Inside, Steve was left alone, feeling confused and hurt. Sitting down, he took a deep breath and watched the door, wondering why he always scared off the people that meant the most to him.

When Billy hadn't come back home even after a couple of hours, he was beginning to fear the worst, so he called Joyce.

“Hey Steve, how are you darling?” Joyce asked when she answered.

“Not well. Billy took off after we kissed and now I don't know what to do. Should I call Hopper to search for him? Should I get a sitter so I can go look for him, or should I just stay put?” he asked, his voice breaking.

Before she could answer, the front door opened and Billy was in the doorway, then in front of him and then his lips were on his. He melted into Billy's kiss, allowing the phone to drop from his hand and leaving Joyce asking if he was ok. After a few minutes, to Steve's disappointment, they parted, and that's when he remembered he was on the phone.

“I’m ok, Billy came back,” he quickly texted Joyce. When he got an “I'm glad” text, he put his phone down and looked at Billy.

“Where the hell did you go? And just because I accepted your kiss, I don't forgive you for just taking off,” he said as he wrapped his arms around himself and turned his back to Billy.

“I'm sorry. I heard my father's voice in my head, but as I walked in the cold air alone, I realized something. He was old and bitter, and I am allowed to be happy in whatever form that comes in. I hope you won't give up on me,” Billy replied.

Turning around slowly, Steve said, “Your honesty makes it hard to stay mad at you. I forgive you this time. But if it happens again I’m not promising anything,” and found his space within Billy’s arms.

The next couple of months were filled with end-of-school activities and homework, along with counseling sessions with their therapist.

“I can't wait for summer so we can have time to spend with the girls and each other,” Billy said as they were putting away dishes.

“Be careful what you wish for, Hargrove. Sometimes it isn't what you think,” Steve replied and pecked him on the cheek.

When summer break finally arrived, Billy was excited. But that didn't last.

“Two weeks. That's all it's been, and the girls are driving me nuts,” Billy said as he picked up Max and moved her away from the flowerpot she was trying to climb into.

Steve laughed and quipped, “You were so excited summer break was here, and we could have the girls home all the time.”

Flipping Steve off, Billy put Max in the playpen, then pried Mary from Steve's arms, whom she hadn't let go of all day except to eat, and placed her in as well.

Going back to where Steve was seated on the floor, he wrapped his arms around Steve and kissed him. “You're mine for a few minutes,” he said as he bit the edge of Steve's ear. Looking up to check on the girls, he could swear Mary was giving him a death glare for touching Steve. “I don't think Mary wants to share you with me,” he said, laughing.

“She knows she has me wrapped around her tiny finger,” Steve said as he turned his head and kissed Billy softly.

The girls played in their playpen while Steve and Billy watched TV. A commercial came on for a vacation package to San Diego. Steve saw a longing on Billy's face and said casually, “The two of us should take a nice vacation”.

The smile that crossed Billy's face said he agreed, but he said, “I don't think I'm ready to be away from Mary and Max for that long.”

Right then and there, Steve swore to himself he would get Billy to get away and relax somehow.

****

It was the last week of June when they flew out to San Diego for a five-day vacation at a beachside resort.

A scared deer was the only way Steve could explain the look on Billy's face. He had finally talked Billy into taking the vacation they had talked about.

“Don't worry, you pumped enough milk for them until next June and Joyce loves the girls, so everything will be just fine. Plus, we can FaceTime them every night,” he said as he physically sat Billy down on the bed.

“And what about Jonathan and Will? What if they go off and tell everyone about the girls and… and us?” Billy asked.

Sitting down next to Billy, Steve cupped Billy's face and said, “Stop worrying so much about other people. So what if everyone in town found out? It just might mean more babysitters. And the ‘us’ part, no one is going to care. Hawkins may be a small town, but it also has a lot of really loving people. Hell, even Tommy has a soft spot for kids, and I think he already thinks we are hiding something.”

Taking a deep breath and cracking half a smile, Billy nodded and laid on his back on the bed. “I guess this isn't so bad. I can teach you how to surf and you can finally get a tan on you.”

The next day, Billy showed Steve how to stand on a surfboard and was excited when Steve survived his first wave. They had a video chat with Joyce and the girls that night.

“Hope the girls are being good,” Steve asked as the girls waved at the camera, testing Joyce's ability to hold both of them.

“They're great and I'm enjoying having girls for a while,” Joyce said with a laugh.

They said their goodbyes and headed to bed.

As the third day became the third night, Billy was sitting on the bed while Steve was in the shower when there was a knock at the door.

Billy slowly got up and went to the door and looked out the peephole. He was taken aback by the woman with blonde hair with purple streaks and piercing blue eyes, much like his own, staring back at him from the hallway.

He undid the lock, and the woman wrapped her arms around Billy. “Long time no see little brother”.

“How did you know I was here?” he asked. He heard the shower turn off. “Give me a second,” he said before she could answer and went to the bathroom, letting Steve know they had company and he would need more than the towel. When he turned around, his sister was sitting in a chair by the desk and he asked again as he sat on the bed, “How did you know I was here?”

“My friend works here, and she told me she saw you. She even gave me your room number,” his sister replied as Steve came into the room.

“What's going on, Billy?” Steve asked, sitting next to him.

“This is Crystal, my older sister,” Billy said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the anger and confusion he was feeling.

“Mom and dad have been worried sick about you ever since your disappearing act almost two years ago,” Crystal said.

“I didn't know Satan knew how to worry about others,” Billy replied, not holding back the venom in his tone.

“Grow up already, Billy. Yeah, dad was an ass at times, but he loves us and mom. His old way of thinking made life hard, but your vanishing has really been tough on him since he blames himself. Couldn’t you at least stop by and let them know you are alive,” Crystal said, her eyes locked on Billy.

“Maybe you should, Billy. I will be right there with you,” Steve said softly, placing a hand on Billy's shoulder. Billy just nodded. Both Steve and Crystal took that as a win.

Giving both Steve and Billy a hug, Crystal took her leave.

“She seems nice,” Steve said as they got comfortable in bed.

“She is a good person and a great sister,” Billy said, turning to face Steve. “Are you sure you want to be involved in my family drama?” Billy asked as he moved a piece of hair from Steve's eyes.

“Of course I do. Plus, I'm interested in meeting Satan himself,” Steve said, causing them both to laugh.

The next morning, they headed over to Billy's old house. It looked exactly the same as when Billy left, which made him even more nervous. It subsided a bit when Steve placed his hand on his. Taking a deep breath, he got out of the car and Steve followed suit. Hand in hand, they went to the front door and Billy knocked.

They heard Billy's dad grumbling as he approached the front door. When he opened it, his face went from frustrated to disbelief in seconds. “Marianne! Billy's home!” the man yelled and motioned for them both to enter.

A woman wearing a red night robe came running into the room and when she saw Billy she ran straight for him, wrapping her arms around him. “I've missed you so much, my son,” she said as the tears streamed down her face.

“I've missed you too, mom,” Billy said softly.

Once she let Billy go, she motioned for him and Steve to have a seat. When she got back with coffee for everyone, Billy introduced Steve and told them about what he had been going through the last year and a half.

When he was done, neither one of his parents said a word. Suddenly, his mom burst into tears and wrapped her arms around him again. “I'm just glad you're alive and safe,” she said over and over. Even his dad had tears threatening to fall as he tried to keep his composure. It was a side of his dad Billy had never seen.

They spent the afternoon talking about Mary and Max and Steve. As the sun started to set, Billy hugged his mom and shook hands with his dad. It was a start.

“If I could get your email, I would like to send you tickets to join us for Thanksgiving dinner. If it goes well, I will also bring you out for Christmas, but I warn you if you hurt Billy or the girls in any way, I will make sure you never see them again,” Steve said, surprising Billy's parents and making Billy grin.

“I like this one,” his dad said as he wrote his email for Steve.

When they got back in the car Steve said with a laugh, “Satan isn't that bad”.

“Yeah, I guess we can graduate to Neil,” Billy said with a smile and started up the car.

As they were heading back to the hotel, Steve asked, “Where did that come from? I'm so proud of you but the fact you were so open was a shock.”

“The reason is you,” was all Billy said.

Steve knew not to push Billy to talk, so he turned on the radio. California Girls by Katy Perry was playing. “I have my own California girl,” Steve teased, pleased, as he watched the red stain on Billy's cheeks.

That night, they cuddled together.

“You know, I'm glad you dragged me out here,” Billy said as he kissed Steve's neck.

“Me too. We both needed this break,” Steve replied as he rolled onto Billy, smiling, and reached over and flipped the light off.

The next morning, they sadly had to head to the airport. They were excited to see the girls and give them the gifts they got for them, but they would miss the alone time.

When they landed in Indianapolis, they claimed their baggage and headed out to the front of the terminal, where they found Joyce and the girls waiting for them. As they walked through the arrivals door, the most amazing thing happened. Max said, “mama” and reached for Billy while Mary said, “dada” and reached for Billy, too. Both Steve and Billy gasped, dropped their luggage, ran over and picked up the girls, hugging and kissing them and then switching babies.

“Wow, you're like an old married couple,” Joyce said with a laugh as she wiped away her own tears, making them both blush.

The girls repeated mama and dada for the next hour on the trip back to Hawkins.

A couple of days later, a blanket was spread out on the grass in the backyard. On it was a picnic basket, Steve and Billy cuddling together, and two baby girls waiting for the Independence day celebrations to begin.

When the sky faded to black, bright stripes of light rose from the Hawkins fair.

As the fireworks exploded one by one, the two girls clapped and cooed while the young me shared a deep kiss.

“You know this means that school isn't that far off,” Billy said as they cleaned up the picnic.

“I know, but hey we still have over a month, so let's make the most of it.”

And they did.

They spent a lot of time in the pool, taking road trips to look at the farms surrounding Hawkins and, of course, visiting Joyce.

***

“Dammit, going back to school came way too fast,” Billy complained as he put together his school stuff for the next day.

Steve didn’t want to go back either. All the girls' firsts they had witnessed were a blessing, and he knew that both of them were not ready to miss anything.

Billy had spent the last week mentioning everything new the girls had done down to Max and Mary sticking their fingers in each other's noses. As the day to start classes got closer, Billy’s attitude got worse, and he complained about everything, cursing out anything that dared to get in his way.

“The nice thing is that we only have classes until noon except for Fridays when we have basketball practice,” Steve said, trying to calm the Goliath down.

Billy looked over at him, a look of fear mixed with pride on his face. He asked, “So are we still taking separate cars and shit”?

“No,” Steve answered and left the room, leaving a confused and worried Billy behind. He came back in with a small piece of paper and put it on the table where Billy could read it: ‘Hawkins High parking pass for Steve Harrington and Billy Hargrove, good for the 23/24 school year.’

“One car, one team. I also thought we could bring our friends to meet Mary and Max tomorrow morning since tomorrow is orientation and school starts on Monday,” Steve said. He tried not to laugh as Billy groaned and threw his backpack onto the floor, collapsing onto the bed. Laying on top of Billy, Steve kissed Billy’s nose. “It will all be ok, you will see,” he said and kissed him.

The next day didn’t feel alright. Mary and Max were crying because of having their first teeth coming in and nothing was soothing them. Billy and Steve finally decided that Steve would go to orientation and hopefully could pick up Billy's class list.

When Steve left, Mary screamed and made Max scream louder, too. Billy looked at the clock and hoped that the orientation wouldn’t take too long.

After an hour, some cold teething rings, and a good feeding, Mary and Max finally fell asleep in their playpen. Billy went to the couch and ended up falling asleep.

Multiple voices in the room awakened him. Keeping his eyes closed, he listened to the conversation.

“Oh my, he’s so adorable when he's sleeping,” a female voice said.

Billy recognized it as Nancy Wheeler.

“I just want to grab his ass.”

That was definitely Carol Perkins.

“He isn’t that good looking,” chided Tommy Hagan.

“Can we hold them?” asked Robin Buckley.

Jonathan Byers said, “I wouldn't wake them. They are as cranky as I suspect their father is when you wake them.”

“And right now, I’m majorly cranky,” Billy said as he sat up, making everyone in the room jump. “Why the fuck are you all here?” he asked quietly, trying not to wake the terror twins.

“I asked them to come so you could tell them about things in a more relaxed setting,” Steve answered, kissing him on the cheek and sitting next to him.

Billy relaxed and motioned for the others to take a seat. He gave them a basic rundown, leaving out most of what happened because he emotionally couldn’t go through it again right then. When he finished, he showed them the scar, at the request of Tommy.

“Damn Hargrove, guess you’re the mom, and Stevie here is head of the household,” Tommy said with a chuckle.

“I do love my sugar daddy,” Billy said as he ran a hand up Steve’s thigh, making everyone laugh because Steve was visibly turned on. And right on cue, Mary started crying loudly, and Billy said, “I’ve got competition, though.”

Steve got up and picked Mary up and she immediately stopped crying and started saying “dada”, reaching for his face.

“I would be careful Hargrove, you have a competitor, and she really does have a cuteness advantage,” Tommy said as he fell over in a laughing fit.

Jonathan went over to the playpen when Max started making a noise, as she realized Mary wasn’t there. Picking her up, Jonathan held her in his arms and started humming a soft melody, which made Max calm down.

Within ten minutes, everyone was surrounding the girls and showering them with attention. As long as girls could see Steve or Billy, they loved it.

Robin kept looking over at Billy.

“Can I help you, Robin?” he asked.

Blushing, Robin asked, “Can we watch when you feed them? I know it's weird but none of us have seen a guy feed babies and it would be educational.”

The look on Billy’s face was meme-worthy, but he actually agreed to it more out of necessity than anything else, since both girls started their lunchtime cry. Taking off his shirt, he collected Max from Jonathan and was glad when Steve brought Mary to him and set them up for their lunch.

The silence in the room was deafening, mixed with the fact that he felt like a sideshow. It was sending his anxiety through the roof. He kept his cool for the sake of the girls.

When they were done, he laid them in the playpen and rubbed their tummies until they were asleep. Replacing his shirt, he asked, “Who wants a sandwich?” as he went towards the kitchen.

When lunch was done and everyone had left, Steve watched as Billy slumped onto the couch, looking broken. “What's the matter, babe?” he asked, sitting down on Billy’s lap.

“I'm just worn out. Between the girls teething and knowing not only the loudmouth of Hawkins knows everything, but so do my parents, my head is just spinning,” Billy said, pulling Steve in close to him.

Steve wrapped his arms around Billy’s neck and said softly, “Together we will get through this” and kissed him.

“I can't believe the girls will be one in a week,” Billy said once he calmed down. He started to flip through his phone.

Steve looked over his shoulder and noticed Billy looking at party gifts and ideas. “Can I plan it?” Steve asked excitedly.

Billy looked at him and nodded because he was too exhausted to fight.

***

Balloons filled the living room like it was a circus. A banner hung above the fireplace that read “Happy First Birthday Mary and Max”. ‘The Party’ was there as well, along with Joyce and Hopper, and Billy’s and Steve’s friends from school.

The birthday girls were in their playpen, loving the balloons and bubbles from the bubble maker.

Steve's eyes watered when it came time to cut the cake.

“Wow Steve, you're really invested in those girls aren’t you,” Tommy said as he took his piece.

“I love them like my own,” Steve replied as he continued to hand out cake.

Billy came over and wrapped his arms around Steve and whispered, “The girls are hungry and since we plan to wean them soon, it might be nice to have a small family feeding.”

This made Steve full-out cry. Joyce thankfully took the knife from him and motioned for both of them to scamper off.

They each went and got one girl and headed up to the nursery.

Billy handed Steve Max and got comfortable in the rocking chair as he removed his shirt. Steve then handed him one kid at a time and then sat in the chair next to Billy’s, resting a hand on his arm.

When they were done, Billy put the girls on the play mat on the floor.

Nothing in the world could make this moment for either of them any better until both Max and Mary both stood up and took a couple steps before falling on their bottoms, destroying both of them emotionally in a good way.

***

Between on the move one-year-olds and senior-level school work, both Steve and Billy were exhausted.

Their saving grace was that all their friends wanted to help with the girls. They could go out two nights a week for a dinner date, which most of the time meant grabbing some fast food and sitting in the Camaro, just enjoying each other's company.

September slowly faded into October. As Halloween approached, Billy would’ve liked to take part in the seniors’ Halloween party, but it was on Halloween night and the girls’ first real Halloween, and that was much more important.

When the day came, Billy found out that Steve had gone out of his way to get their costumes and had made sure it was a group thing. Billy ended up in a tan dog outfit while Steve had on a blue one and the girls were each in a onesie, one blue and one tan, with matching dog ear headbands.

“I feel ridiculous in this,” Billy said as Steve got the stroller ready.

“Well, I wasn’t going to let you dress like I imagined you would’ve had,” Steve said as he placed the girls in their stroller.

“What does that mean?” Billy asked, caught off guard.

“You would probably go shirtless with tight leather pants with a bad 80s wig and go as some old rocker,” Steve said.

Honestly, Billy couldn't argue, so he gave in.

The girls were asleep by the time they got back from trick-or-treating, so they let them sleep in their costumes.

When Steve and Billy finally got out of theirs, they put the candy bags in the cupboard and then went and laid down.

“That was an amazing night. Now we have the family Thanksgiving and Christmas to deal with,” Billy said as he cuddled against Steve.

“We will get through this. I mean, how bad could it be having both of our parents in one place?” Steve said.

Both of them couldn’t help but laugh.

“Let's just hope it doesn't become a bloodbath,” Billy said as they drifted off to sleep.

***

November in Indiana meant snow. The girls got super excited from the first snowfall of the year.

Billy was just astonished at how much snow could really be in one place.

They spent weekends making and destroying snowmen and Steve showed the girls how to make snow angels.

Thanksgiving came faster than either of them imagined or really wanted. Billy surprised Steve by cooking dinner while Steve set the table up for their impending guests. The girls had fun practicing walking within the safety gates they had set up.

Right at 3:00 pm, the front door opened, and Billy met Mr. and Mrs. Harrington for the first time. Steve's mom had on a very elegant dress while his dad had on a sharp black suit.

“Billy, this is my mom Caroline and my father David,” Steve said and went to greet them.

Caroline gave her son a hug while David shook his hand.

Billy shyly came out of the kitchen and followed behind.

“So, you're the young man my son called in the army for. I’m glad he has someone here. We are so busy with work we don’t get to spend enough time with him,” Caroline said, giving Billy a hug. After an awkward handshake with Steve’s dad, the Harringtons went over to dote on Max and Mary.

That’s when there was a knock at the door, making Billy freeze in his tracks. Knowing he should be the one to open the door, he headed over to let his parents in.

When he opened the door, he was taken aback by how beautiful his mom’s dress was and how handsome his dad was when he was clean shaven and in a suit.

“Mom, you look absolutely beautiful,” he said as he motioned for them to come in. He hugged his mom and shook his dad's hand. “Everyone, this is my mother Maryanne and my father Neil,” he said and moved aside so they could meet Steve’s parents and the girls. He went over to where Steve was and took his hand.

Steve squeezed his hand in response. “We will get through this together,” he whispered.

Dinner went remarkably well. The girls loved the mashed potatoes and mashed yams, and the rest of them enjoyed the amazingly moist and perfectly cooked turkey.

Beaming with pride, Steve said, “Billy cooked everything.”

“Wow, Billy, you’re an amazing cook,” Caroline said.

“Thank you, Mrs. Harrington. I have my mom to thank for that. I was always watching her in the kitchen,” Billy said, smiling at his mom.

“Mrs. Hargrove, you have an amazing son. And please, everyone, can call me Caroline,” Caroline said.

“Please call me Maryanne,” Billy's mom added, ignoring the compliment Caroline gave to Billy.

After dinner, Steve showed the Hargroves to the guest bedroom. His parents called it a night and headed upstairs as well.

Billy cleaned the girls up, gave them each their bottles, and held them until they fell asleep.

When Steve reappeared, he kissed the girls goodnight and Billy laid them in the playpen until they were ready to go upstairs, still not completely trusting the other adults he barely knew not to run off with the girls. He knew it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t seem to shake it off.

The two of them cleaned the kitchen and dining room before taking the girls up to the nursery. Only then were they able to head into their room to lie down.

Cuddling up close Steve said softly, “It could’ve been worse”.

Billy nodded and said, “You're right, but they’re here for two more days. Think it will last?”

Steve closed his eyes and replied, “Hopefully. This is nice.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Billy said, kissing Steve’s cheek as the two fell asleep.

The next two days went by quickly, with no major issues. Billy showed his parents around Hawkins, and Steve took care of the girls while catching up with his parents.

When Sunday rolled around, Steve’s dad surprised everyone by inviting Neil and Maryanne to fly home with them on Harringtons’ private jet. David and Caroline had business to take care of in California before they headed back to their house in London, their home most of the time when they worked in Europe.

As they were leaving, Billy was in for another shock: his dad came over and hugged him, telling him he was proud.

His mom then came over and hugged him and told him the same thing and that he is a wonderful cook. Then she went over to Steve and said, “Thank you for taking great care of our son when we were too blind to do so. I hope we will see you at Christmas.”

“Of course. We can’t wait to see you then,” Steve replied.

Steve's dad even hugged Steve, apologizing for being away so long and saying he couldn't wait for Christmas and that he had a huge gift for him.

Steve hugged him back and then hugged his mom.

“I'm sorry, son, that we haven’t been here. We will try harder,” Caroline said as she held Steve tighter.

“I forgive you, mom. Let's move forward from here,” Steve replied, hugging her more.

As they made final moves towards the door, the girls walked over and said “Bye nana, bye papa” making eyes tear up. The four grandparents hugged Mary and Max goodbye, promising to see them at Christmas.

After the last goodbyes, the two sets of parents got into David's rented car and headed off.

“Well, I’m glad they get along,” Billy said as he pulled Steve to the couch and onto his lap, both facing the girls so they could watch them.

Steve laughed and watched as Max and Mary walked over and reached to be picked up. He picked them up and sat them on his lap.

They stayed that way until the girls fell asleep and then gently took them upstairs, placed them in their crib and then laid down themselves.

“Think things will go well this Christmas?” Billy asked as he wrapped himself around Steve.

“I think so, I’ve heard grandkids can make people change. I’m glad how my parents responded to them,” Steve said with a yawn.

Billy kissed the back of Steve’s head and they fell asleep.

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One day, while Steve was out, Billy turned the house into a Christmas wonderland. The girls, with Billy's help, made paper ring garlands for the tree.

When Steve walked in, he was in awe. As he placed a small box on the table, he heard Mary say, “Paper dada paper dada,” as she pointed at the tree. Steve looked over and with tears said, “That's a beautiful garland, Mary,” picking her up and hugging her. Max walked over and said “up” and so Steve had both girls in his arms when he went over to Billy. “This is beautiful. It’s the first time in a long time the house looks like Christmas,” Steve said as he laid his head on Billy’s shoulder.

Setting the girls down, he whispered something to them, and they walked towards the table and picked up the box Steve had put down when he came in. They brought it to Steve, who went over to Billy and got down on one knee, making Billy squirm.

Billy knew what was next.

“You and the girls came into my life in the most chaotic way possible, but it’s what I needed. Billy Hargrove, will you give me the pleasure of being my partner in life?” Steve asked, opening the box.

Inside it was a beautiful engagement ring.

Billy just stared and then he heard two little voices saying, “Yes, yes, yes.” Looking directly into Steve's eyes, he nodded.

They embraced, and Steve put the ring on his finger.

Suddenly there were screams of congratulation causing Billy to jump and look around. He noticed Steve must’ve started a live chat with their friends and parents on the TV.

The girls had forgotten all about them and went to the TV and were kissing the nana and papa boxes, making Billy and Steve laugh.

“I have one more surprise, but that waits until Christmas,” Steve said with a grin.

Raising an eyebrow, Billy smiled and kissed him, which got an aww from the TV. “That's creepy,” he said. He had a smile on the outside but inside he was freaking out because he didn’t have any money to get Steve a gift that measured what he got him. At that moment, his cell phone rang, and he answered.

“Hello Billy, it's Caroline. I have never seen my son so excited. I have created a bank account for you and have placed $10k in it to give you some financial freedom. Plus, you're going to be my son-in-law and I will be here whenever you need anything. Your parents were going to surprise you with the same thing, but I thought I would step up early,” she said.

“I don’t know what to say. How did you know I was worried?” he asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

“I could see it in your face over the chat. I’m sure your parents could as well. Just say thank you and you accept and all will be good,” she replied.

“Thank you, and I accept it. I can’t wait to see everyone at Christmas,” he said. After goodbyes, he went to the kitchen and broke down, sliding down to his knees on the floor.

Suddenly he felt arms around him. Looking up, he saw Steve and tried to collect himself. “I'm ok,” he said, but knew immediately Steve didn't buy it for one minute.

“What's wrong, babe? Don’t worry, the live stream is off and the girls are safe in their playpen,” Steve said as he stood up, hands on hips, staring down at Billy.

“I'm not used to all this. My parents are supportive, people are helping me financially without repayment and now… You and the girls are literally the only things that make sense at this point,” he said.

Steve took a deep breath and said, “I’m just as lost, but we will get through this, I promise, but you have to get off the kitchen floor.”

Standing up, Billy looked at Steve and said, “I’m beyond embarrassed. You planned this wonderful proposal and I break down on the kitchen floor.”

Steve kissed his cheek and said, “We all have breakdowns,” as they went to check on the girls.

The next few weeks before Christmas break, Billy had many people offering to help with the wedding. Robin wanted to do decorations while Nancy was willing to help with catering ideas.

When Christmas arrived, their house was full of presents and grandparents, who upon arriving, sprung it on them they would stay over the New year.

Steve recorded the girls opening their gifts first so they could go down to their nap since they had been up since daybreak to make sure Santa had come.

As soon as they were down and out, the adults opened their gifts. It would be the last gift though that pulled heartstrings.

Steve handed Billy an envelope.

Billy eyed it, and then carefully opened it up. When he pulled out the documents, he couldn’t hold back his emotions.

Inside were two birth certificates, one for Mary and one for Max, and on the line for parents was Steve Hargrove-Harrington for Father and Billy Hargrove-Harrington for Father.

“They are official documents. Now all we need is that marriage license and this family is complete in the eyes of the law,” Steve said, holding back his own tears.

“I love you, Steve Harrington,” Billy said for the first time out loud in front of other people, making Steve lose it emotionally and they kissed right under some mistletoe.

“We aren’t done,” David said, handing his son his own envelope.

Steve cautiously opened it. His eyes widened as he saw the deed to the house and the card to his trust fund. It wasn’t until he saw the paperwork for a trust fund both sets of grandparents had started for each of the girls that brought him to tears. “Are you sure about this, dad?” he asked.

“This house was your grandfather’s and when I married your mother, it became mine. Now I am passing it on to you,” David said, wiping tears from his own eyes.

The two men hugged.

When everyone thought their heartstrings were safe, Maryanne stood up and went over to Billy. “Billy, I want you to have this locket. It was my grandmother’s and now it is yours. I know it’s not a house or trust fund, but it's my most valuable possession, except for you.”

Billy put the locket around his neck and held onto his mom, saying, “This is amazing, Mom. I will treasure it forever.”

By noon, there wasn’t a dry eye in the room.

Between playing in the snow and hanging out with friends and family, New Year's Eve came quickly.

Billy and Steve planned on spending their first New Year's Eve together as a full family, but their parents had other plans.

“We heard about the party the seniors are having and you boys are going to go. We have the grandkids,” Neil said, handing Steve and Billy jackets.

“But it’s the girl's first New Year celebration,” Steve argued. Neil quickly shut him down. “They're one. They will be asleep by the time the ball drops and if not, they can hang out with us and have some apple juice. Now, go.”

Steve and Billy looked at each other and, not wanting to cause a scene, headed to the school gym in the Camaro.

They found their little group of friends at the party and found themselves enjoying being out and socializing again.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, the music slowed down. When the bell rang, indicating it was midnight, Steve and Billy shared a long kiss, both of them excited and scared of what the future holds.

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strwbnnie · 2 years ago

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a/n: first work on this platform & looking for moots who also love black reader inserts

pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Black!Fem reader

w/c: 2.7k

c/w: 18+ MDNI'

language, oral sex (cunnilingus, rimming) f!receiving, roommates, college au, fingering, katsuki eavesdrops, or maybe you're just being loud lol, katsuki bends you like a pipe cleaner 😭

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You were beyond annoyed right now. Not only was traffic fucking terrible, you had bombed your chemistry midterm and it made you feel like shit. Now you were hoping to go in your room and rub your clit until you forgot about it. You were sure you weren’t going to say anything about it to Katsuki.

You could see it now. He’d shake his head in disappointment, another reason for him to call you a bimbo and dumb. He was always on your ass enough as it is, you didn’t want him going extra hard on you, especially after you had failed a test that was so important to your major.

“Hey.” Katsuki said as you walked into the kitchen of your shared apartment.

It was a cute apartment, a bit on the smaller side, but rent was affordable and even cheaper with a roommate. Plus, you had learned to tolerate your roommate so all was well.

He wasn’t the most respectful but he footed the big bills as long as you cooked and cleaned well enough. He even helped you with homework occasionally and you did the same when he rarely needed it. You even helped each other de-stress when it was absolutely necessary. It almost felt safe enough to call you and Bakugo friends.

“Hey Bakugo.” He was in the kitchen, making himself breakfast his usual routine after his early online lecture.

“How was your test?” He asked, spreading jelly over his toast, spooning his scrambled eggs onto one slice and sprinkling bacon bits on it before sandwiching both pieces of toast together.

“It was alright. Some things I knew, some I didn’t.” He listened to you as he began eating, starting with the pieces of egg that crumbled out of his sandwich and onto the plate.

“Fair enough, that tiny brain of yours is filled with gumdrops and lollipops anyway. How do you think you did?”

“Im not sure. Don’t kick me while I’m down.” Your tone was playful, or at least you hoped it was, and you hoped to leave the conversation at that.

“Listen, if you failed just do better on the next one. All you’re pouting is putting me in a shitty mood.”

It was hard for you not to be in a shitty mood. Bakugo had spent hours tutoring you, helping you study and cram for this stupid test and you still bombed it.

“I’m sorry. Can I have a bite, please?”

He rolled his eyes, holding up his sandwich, feeling generous enough to let you take the first bite. “Thanks Bakubro.” You answered playfully, draping yourself on his shoulders.

“God, don’t tell me you’re gonna start that shit like the rest of those goddamn extras.”

“Those extra’s,” You referred to Eijirou, Denki, Sero and Mina. “Are your friends. Don’t be mean.”

You walked over to get a napkin to wipe your mouth, passing one to Katsuki as well. When you were done you threw it in the nearly-full trash can.

“Can you take the trash out later, please.” “Yeah, grab me a Gatorade." You grabbed a bottle of water for yourself and a Gatorade for him, passing him the beverage before sitting across from him at the island. “Thanks.”

“Why are you watching porn in the kitchen, weirdo.” You peeked at his screen again to make sure you weren’t tripping. He had his AirPods in so you couldn’t hear exactly what was going on but sure enough, he was watching some dude in a dorm eating a girl out.

“I’m not watching porn dumbass, I opened Twitter and this shit was plastered on my screen.” Katsuki wasn’t pathetic enough to deliberately disrespect your common area like that, but that shitty haired, shark toothed loser just happened to send this video along with the message ‘You and —.’

When they’d found out he’d become roommates with a woman the idiots wouldn’t shut up about it and Bakugo found it really fucking annoying.

“I believe you,” You laughed. ”it’d be absolutely absurd to think the almighty Dynamight watched porn.”

He wanted to tell you that he didn’t have to. Hearing your moans and whimpers on the other side of the thin wall separating both of your bedrooms was usually enough to get him off.

He was a very visual person, and he couldn’t help but try to imagine what you were doing. Maybe fucking yourself with those stubby little fingers or rubbing your clit until you came. You were probably even hiding a dildo he didn’t know about.

“Kats don’t forget to take the trash out, I threw some egg salad away earlier and I don’t want it to start smelling. I’m gonna take a nap.”

Bakugo stood from the stool at the island.

“Stop bossing me around ya damn loser.” He said, watching your ass as you walked out of the kitchen. Katsuki began to gather the trash lying around in the kitchen and placed it into the trash can before tying up the bag and sitting it by the door. He had to work at seven so he’d just take it on his way out.

He washed his hands and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out of the kitchen. On the way to his room, right before he could open his door, he heard something that made his hand halt just as it reached the knob.

“Katsuki.” He knew unmistakably that those were your moans. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to hear more clearly. “Mmm f-fuck.”

He tried his best to carefully open the door, however the creak of hinge made you jump up. The cover slid down slightly, exposing a peek of your breasts before you pulled it right back up.

“A nap, huh?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tried your best to utter a reply but you were currently unable to form the simplest of words. You did plan on taking a nap, but after tossing and turning, you figured you’d have to put yourself to sleep.

“You gonna sit there like an idiot or go ahead and finish?” He asked noticing you were still sitting there. You could feel your orgasm fading just as fast as it built up and right now you were in the middle of a tough decision.

Either you could ignore Katsuki standing directly across from you while you masturbated to a video that the two of you made together, or you could shut the whole thing down and be dissatisfied as you contemplated dying of embarrassment.

As if he read your mind, he went on to say, “Today loser—just pretend I’m not even here, I just wanna see you cum.” He spoke, ruby eyes darkening to a deep, blood red.

“Well then maybe you could make me cum.” You seemed calm on the outside, but on the inside your heart was literally pounding in your chest. You were a completely different person during sex.

Unlike your usual sassy self, Katsuki noted that when the two of you were being intimate, you were always shy and quiet as hell. Always trying to suppress your moans and hide your face—which is exactly why he was a little taken aback. He tossed your phone over to the side, wanting your attention on himself. He looked at your phones screen and smirked to himself.

On your phone was a video of him fingering you. He knew it was him because of the distinct scars that years of fighting and training had put on him. The veins in his forearms bulging as he pumped his middle and ring fingers in and out of your wet cunt.

Bakugo could hear your soft moans emitting from the speaker of your phone, as well as his own deep, gruff voice mumbling out little nothings while he fucked you with his fingers. It was fuckin’ hot.

He recorded the video for you, since you wanted something intimate of your self to get off to. Plus it was shy little you, so this was probably the closest thing to a sex tape you’d ever make. He didn’t need any convincing, pulling his shirt off and kneeling onto your bed. He lifted your legs, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute.” He told you leaning down to kiss your forehead and then your pouty lips. His hand trailed down between your thighs, rubbing soft circles around your clit through your panties. It felt good but it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck Katsuki..I wanna cuummm.” You whined, as your cunt clenched around emptiness, you were so close to a mind shattering orgasm earlier. He wiped his fingers on a nearby towel, grabbing your phone to lock it.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up ya fuckin’ brat.”

Last time he fingered you, he licked your cum right off of his fingers, which was probably a sight that was permanently etched into the depths of your mind.

This time he wanted it straight from the source.

“I wanna eat your pussy." Katsuki said, in the most serious tone you've ever heard his voice take. It always amazed your how straightforward Katsuki was.

“But, we're friends-"

"Then let me eat your pussy, as a friend." He rolled his eyes.

Here he was, sitting beside you’d playing with your pussy while the two of you kissed. Y’all had done way too much as it is for you to be throwing the 'friend' card. “If you don't like it, we never have to bring it up again." He shrugged.

This had been something he wanted to do for a while, since you’d both started experimenting with each other sexually, but Katsuki wasn't going to beg. You paused for a little while, giving it some thought.

“And if I do like it?” “Then I’ll do it whenever you want. I’ll even let you sit on my face.”

“...Okay.” You gave him a small smile.

“You sure?” He asked, hooking his fingers around the waist band of your panties. “I’m sure. It's just gonna be weird having you down there." You stated, covering your face with a pillow.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Not like I haven't been down here before."

“Yeah, but that was so long ago and your face and tongue wasn't buried in my cooch." You reasoned, heart pounding in your chest as he slid your panties down your thighs. Spreading your legs as wide as they could go and bending them at the knee, he took a good look at your treasure, licking his lips.

“Damn, your pussy is so pretty." He said, sliding his finger between your lips.

You placed the same pillow over your face, hoping the bed would just open up and swallow you whole. You were extremely shy and Katsuki wasn’t making it any better staring at your vagina like a starved man. He placed his head between your thighs, propping himself on his left elbow, taking the same finger and rubbing circles around your clit, sliding down to press at your entrance.

There was no way to explain your scent as it flooded his nostrils and clouded his brain. It made the blonde absolutely feral.

"Can I?" Bakugo asked, giving you one last chance to opt out if you no longer wanted to let him do this. Crimson eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response.

A simple nod and a "mhm" was his confirmation as he tasted your syrupy cunt for the first time. He licked a fat strip from your ass all the way to your clit. He did it again and again and again—both your pussy and your asshole clenching around nothing as he dug his fat wet tongue into your pussy with vigor.

“Mmm.” He moaned at the taste, pulling his head back to lick at the remnants of slick that were smeared on his cheeks and chin, earning a whimper of impatience from you.

“Kats-,” You choked on your spit and your mind short circuited when the thumb of his right hand rubbed at your asshole, ever so casually trying to push its way in.

“You love when I play with that ass don’t you,” He emphasized his statement with gentle prods and rubs at your rim, teasing the little brown pucker to no end. “You’re Katsuki’s nasty lil’ slut right?”

“Yes, yes, yesss.” You nodded furiously, swelling the blonde’s chest with pride. “Good girl.” Katsuki gave your lower hole another lick, planting a sweet kiss on your asshole and sinking his sharp canines into one of your cheeks.

You knew you were clean, but the act itself just felt so dirty, so taboo, so damn hot.

He traveled up to your pussy, sealing his lips around your clit. He stared up at you with lustful, half-lidded eyes, lips wrapped around your clit like a fucking jolly rancher.

As if this moment couldn’t get any more euphorically intense, you felt his fingers slide into you. You let out something between a yelp and a scream, nearly losing your mind at the feeling of fullness you got from only his middle and ring fingers.

Katsuki found your g-spot almost instantly, the stretching from the thick digits along with him flicking the spongy area at the very top of your cunt had you creaming around his middle and ring fingers. Your toes began to curl and your body slightly rocked back and forth as he forcefully fucked his thick fingers in and out of you.

“Hold your legs.” He gruffly commanded, waiting for you to place your hands around your ankles and pull your legs up. You pulled them back as far as your belly would allow, now splayed out and presenting him your pretty pussy.

It was probably the sexiest shit he’d ever seen and he silently thanked you for those early mornings of yoga you’d endured.

‘Itadakimasu.’ He thanked whoever had given him the grace of enjoying such a beautiful spread.

Shifting his position, the blonde now lied sniper style in front of you. He placed both hands on your ass, spreading you further before he buried his face in your pussy again. You opened your mouth to let out a moan, but your breath caught in your throat.

“Katsuki.” You ugly moaned his name as he alternated between a firmer, pointed tongue pressing hard on your clit, and a relaxed, flat tongue widely sweeping up and down over your entire vagina. No matter the technique, Katsuki was dexterous with his tongue and you jealously wondered how he’d come to be so good at eating pussy as he brought you closer and closer to the best ‘o’ you’d ever felt.

You gasped. Could he have been watching that in the kitchen for pointers?!

Bakugo ignored his rock hard cock, completely bent on getting you off before he even thought of himself. He kept licking and sucking, tongue bathing in your slick as he sloppily ate your pussy.

As much as he’d hate to admit, you were his favorite girl and he hated seeing you upset. He hoped this would help take your mind off that shitty test, and if it didn’t, he didn’t mind flipping you guys over and letting use his mouth however you wanted to.

Your thighs shook and your bottom lip was sandwiched between your teeth while you stared into his eyes. You two never looked away from each other, as the pressure built up inside.

“Katsuki! I’m cu-oh fuuuck.” You squirmed as tears of complete joy and pleasure streamed down your face. Waves of pleasure washed over you as your climax ripped through your body.

You layed there with your heart pumping, flinching slightly when his tongue brushed against your over sensitized clit a few more times.

“Fuck Kats, I-I can’t.”

You gasped out when his thumb began to rub circles over your puckered rim again. He hoped he could lick you into another orgasm but he could tell you couldn’t take it. You slumped over, laying on your side as your chest rose up and down rapidly.

That’s just how he likes to see you, fucked out and exhausted. Katsuki stood up straight and smirked, watching as your body occasionally jerked with violent tremors, satisfying him and filling his soul with accomplishment.

“Next time, gonna put my tongue in that cute lil’ ass of yours.” He marked his words with a heavy slap to your ass, watching your brown skin ripple around his palm. And with that he went to get a cloth to wipe his face and between your legs for the time being.

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closing a/n: If anyone’s wondering the reader is a nursing student and bakubabe is studying fire science!

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morsmordream · 2 years ago

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sometimes theo really wished he’d let that blasted sorting hat put him into ravenclaw instead of insisting on slytherin.

usually in the mornings.

this was one of those mornings.

all he wanted was to enjoy a nice simple breakfast. that’s it. just peacefully drink his coffee (black) and eat some toast (golden brown, with butter). maybe discuss the ancient runes homework with blaise and daphne once the coffee had woken him up a bit more. but this wasn’t going to be one of those mornings. theo could tell already.

as he buttered his toast, theo made the mistake of looking up. sitting diagonally across from him, facing draco, goyle was seemingly attempting to fit as many boiled eggs as he could into his mouth in one go as crabbe egged him on with a mouthful of bacon. theo watched in abject horror, dropping his toast onto his plate. this caught the attention of pansy on draco’s other side, who began to shriek at the aforementioned two. daphne rolled her eyes, and casted a silencing charm on pansy without even looking in her direction- in turn causing draco to begin complaining. tracey and millicent looked quite positively murderous as they glared in draco’s direction. blaise and theo shared a rather unimpressed look at the mornings proceedings, before blaise murmured something to daphne about silencing pansy permanently- causing theo to have to cover up a rather undignified snort.

theo stared longingly at the ravenclaw table as he sipped his coffee, looking at the calmness as students studied or read. he sighed to himself. he could barely do either of those things at the slytherin table in the mornings, lest pansy ask him something stupid. he didn’t think his self-restraint was good enough at 8am to not cast a bombarda maxima straight at her head.

the flapping of owls wings drew theo out of his thoughts, and he absentmindedly flicked through the mornings issue of the daily prophet as blaise offered commentary over his shoulder. the great hall suddenly got very, very quiet. theo frowned, and looked up. people had began to whisper, and everyone from the other houses were looking at the slytherin table. most worryingly, was the fact that a lot of people seemed to be particularly focusing on him and draco.

that couldn’t be good.

draco had noticed this as well, and as people in the hall began to whisper, draco started hissing for an explanation.

tracey swallowed hard, handing draco a copy of the quibbler and averting her eyes. theo almost scoffed, until he caught sight of the headline.

HARRY POTTER SPEAKS OUT AT LAST: THE TRUTH ABOUT HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED AND THE NIGHT I SAW HIM RETURN

theo felt himself pale, feeling sick to his stomach as his eyes scanned through the article. potter had named the death eaters he recognised present at the dark lord’s resurrection.

theo’s father was named. so was draco’s.

a number of other named death eaters had relatives in slytherin house.

avery. dolohov. carrow. crabbe. goyle. yaxley. rowle.

this was a fucking disaster.

theo suddenly felt quite faint. not just from this public revelation, or the fact that so many eyes were on him. no, theo hadn’t discussed the events of the dark lord’s return with his father over summer beyond a conversation that he was indeed back and that theo best keep his head down. he had avoided thinking too much into it. but now? reading potter’s account of what happened that night? now, theo was forced to confront the reality that his father had watched and possibly even participated in the torture of a boy his age.

theo put his head in his hands, trying to force his breathing back into control. he noted, with distant annoyance, that his curls were flopping down onto his face. he could hear professor snape’s words echoing in his head about the image slytherins are expected to maintain in public and damned it all to hell. fuck composure and having a grip on your emotions when you’re about to have a significant portion of the student body flinging hexes at your back in the halls. even the people who didn’t believe potter’s story of the dark lord being back wouldn’t hesitate to curse a death eater’s son now they’d been reminded.

theo began making a mental note of who he really needed to avoid. he was going to have to watch out for the the weasley twins, for sure. seamus finnegan and ron weasley were more argumentative than magically violent, but there’s still a strong chance that they might punch him in the halls. he sighed. at least it was a saturday. two days to make sure his shield charms could hold strong enough and practice every defensive spell he could get his hands on.

he removed his hands from his eyes. blaise and daphne were watching him with concern. he tried to give them a reassuring smile, but he was sure it was more of a grimace. taking a deep breath, theo looked around.

the head table did not give a shit. other than snape, who was glaring at the gryffindor table with more venom than usual and, frankly, looked about half a second from blowing up the hall. the other three houses were still staring and whispering. to theo’s side, draco was oddly silent. on any other day, theo would be delighted with this. today though, draco’s complexion was verging on green and he looked as sick as theo felt. he doubted he looked much better himself, however.

theo sighed again. maybe if he was in ravenclaw, this wouldn’t be quite so bad. he’d have likely been able to socialise with other houses, wouldn’t have to uphold his perfect pureblood mask so much in public. people wouldn’t be so quick to assume he was a junior death eater the way they would because he’s in slytherin.

but no, theo had argued with the sorting hat at eleven years old. he was almost a hat-stall, as he begged for slytherin to please his father. his father was hardly pleased, theo had simply went to the house he was expected to be in.

no one will ask him if he’s going to be a death eater, they’ll hex first and not ask questions at all. no one cares that he’d die sooner than he took the dark mark, whether it would be willingly or forced. no one cares that he couldn’t give less of a shit about blood-purity, or that he meets up with hermione fucking granger in the library to study for arithmancy and ancient runes. no one wants to hear that slytherins aren’t all evil.

he ran his hands through his hair, not caring how much he was messing it up. theo was not a ravenclaw, he was a slytherin. he couldn’t dwell on the ideal world. he had to deal with this reality.

theo was a slytherin and he would adapt. he had to. after all, what choice did he have?

#harry potter #hp fandom #theodore nott #slytherin #slytherin headcanon #harry potter drabble #hp drabble #theo nott #i want to write more of this: could it be a multi-post AU?

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thebluestbluewords · 2 years ago

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MORE heartslabyul fam?? In my gdocs?? It's more likely than you think

A little bit of Heartslabyul upperclassmen fic, playing directly with @mintmoth 's Overblot AU idea. (After overblotting, the overblot-form of the student hangs around for a bit causing problems as a sort of magical leftover)

“No offense babes, but he’s sort of harshing the vibe here. Can he like, leave?”

“No.” Riddle says flatly. There’s something dead about his eyes. It would almost be a nice change from the burning rage, except for how it’s mostly just worrying. “He’s a physical manifestation of my worst qualities, borne of my magic. He can’t physically leave my presence.”

“But like–” Cater waves a hand. “He doesn’t follow you to the bathroom.”

Riddle sighs. Deeply.

The overblot shrieks in pure, unbridled rage. “HE IS RIGHT HERE! WERE I TO LEAVE I SUSPECT YOU WOULD CONTINUE THIS DISRESPECTFUL DIATRIBE AGAINST MY CHARACTER AND I REFUSE TO BE SPOKEN ABOUT IN SUCH A WAY!!”

“Cool.” Cater lifts his hand to draw in a fresh mouthful of smoke. “If we promise to shut up about you, will you leave?”

“NO.”

“‘Kay. Do you want to join in, or do you wanna like, go do some more homework or something in the corner?”

The overblot’s face crumples a bit. “Homework is a worthwhile way to occupy our time here as students. If I were to go and do that, would you join me?”

“Nah. It’s Friday, babe. Time to relax for once.”

The overblot glances back and forth from the desk to Cater, eyes flickering even more than they normally seem to be. The creepy shadow realm thing makes it hard to tell exactly what his face is doing most of the time. Beyond rage. That comes through perfectly well. Also the screaming, that really helps with the emotional projection there.

“I do not want to relax–” he tries. “I would rather see my time put to good use.”

He sneaks a glance over at the actual flesh-and-blood Riddle, who seems to have given up and is sitting on the floor.

Cater follows his gaze. “Yeah, even Riddle has to relax sometime. You’re allowed to not be a manifestation of evil all the time, y’know. You could try chilling the fuck out. Eating a pastry or something. You want to join us?”

“No.” The overblot-riddle says, but he’s not screaming anymore, so it’s still progress. “I would rather sit in the corner and pretend not to see my housemates waste their time on frivolous pastimes that will ultimately destroy their lungs and hearts before the age of forty-five, thank you.”

Cater laughs, because he hasn’t actually managed to destroy his lungs with smoke yet, despite what the overblot (and Riddle too, probably) thinks. “Sure. We’ll be over here having fun if you change your mind.”

“I will not.” then overblot says stiffly, walking over to his corner. “In the rare case that you come to your senses, I will be in my corner.”

#my fic #twst #twisted wonderland #the incredible art for this idea has given me brain worms and I had to play just a little bit with the concept #I loveeee when magic goes wrong AND when the consequences are physical and not very easy to get rid of #riddle rosehearts #cater diamond #in my head heartslabyul can have a little hookah as a treat so that's what they're smoking here

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greyeyedmonster-18 · 3 years ago

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happy sirius and harry saturday to @impishtubist and everyone else who needs some content in their lives. have a dribble ft. one babbling harry james potter and one godfather extraordinaire

Sirius was surprised to see Harry already awake when he came downstairs to start the kettle and his morning. It was Sunday and it was summer, two scenarios that definitely, almost always, warranted his fifteen-year-old sleeping until at least ten. But instead, Harry had already started the kettle, sitting upright at the kitchen table. Sirius was a morning person, and even for him, the nervous energy radiating off his godson was admittedly a lot, reminding him of the way James would get before big Quidditch Games.

Unable to sit still, leg bouncing under the table.

"You're up early," Sirius commented, walking behind Harry to place kiss on top of his head, and a hand on his forehead, "Feeling okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fantastic. I'm great! It's a great morning," Harry responded quickly, giving Sirius the fakest smile he had ever seen. "I started the kettle and then I was going to start breakfast but I didn't know what you would want or what Remus would want and then I stubbed my toe trying to get something from the pantry and gave up, so now there isn't any--"

"Oh, slow down, my love. Where's the emergency?"

"None, nope, none here," Harry nodded, his leg still bouncing and Sirius looked at him incredulously.

"Harry James..."

"Hi, Sirius, what's--"

"I love you so much, so please do not take offense when I say this in the kindest way I can muster--what the hell is wrong with--"

"Did you like him?" Harry blurted finally, and let out a breath, "I couldn't sleep last night, and I wanted to ask you last night but I was too nervous and thought I could sleep it off but then I didn't sleep and I've been here for two hours, sweating, Sirius, it's barely after seven and I am sweating, and I just need to know if you liked him. You did. Didn't you?"

Sirius's jaw fell open slightly as he listened to his godson's rambles in confusion before putting together the pieces. The Him was a boy. Cedric Diggory, the boy Harry had started seeing towards the end of the year, that Sirius had heard about. Sirius had heard about the dates, and the hand holding, and the almost-kisses that Harry dodged because what if he had bad breath, what was he supposed to do about that, dating and romance an entirely new parenting territory, and Sirius and Remus had finally decided it was beyond time to invite Cedric for dinner. Harry had been nervous last night too, and Sirius had to stop himself more than once from putting his hand on the knee of Harry's bouncing leg, knowing that gesture wouldn't be taken well in the company of a boyfriend who, Harry had once described as beyond pretty.

But Sirius could do that now, and he stopped his ministrations with his morning tea, letting magic take care of it, to sit down at the table with Harry, immediately putting a hand on his leg, "You're asking me...if I like Cedric?"

"Well, yeah...you kind of have to."

"Why's that?"

"How am I going to date someone you don't like? Can't come around here, can't go anywhere...and besides, you probably know what's good for me anyway--"

"Probably?"

"Most of the time, I still think starting homework when it gets assigned and not waiting is made up..."

"Mm, I see."

Harry looked down, picking at the skin outside his nails anxiously and Sirius thought he was going to run out of hands the way Harry had developed so many nervous habits. He grabbed Harry's hand with his spare that wasn't on Harry's knee and held it. "I liked him."

"Okay, but you have to tell me why or else I'll think you're lying to me to keep me from eating my own shorts."

"Please don't do that, I'd rather not explain that to St. Mungos."

"Me neither!"

"You wouldn't have to, you'd have eaten your shorts and would probably be moaning from a stomach ache."

"Actually, that doesn't sound bad, maybe I'll do that after lunch," Harry said.

"I...think he's very polite," Sirius started, "He wouldn't have to be, I like plenty of impolite people, but I liked that he was polite and offered to help with the dishes after dinner," Sirius thought back to the dinner from last night, the four of them swapping stories and doing their best to get to know the boy who had stolen Harry's heart. Thinking back to Cedric bringing in a small gift and presenting it to Sirius as Head of Household, a pureblood custom that Sirius recognized from his childhood and visitor's past. "I...think he's smart, yes?"

"So smart...best in his year, I think."

"Handsome too."

"Sirius!"

"Well, he is! Not that I wouldn't like him if he was an ugly tosser, but it certainly helps--"

"Sirius!" Harry scolded mildly again and Sirius laughed.

"Harry...I would like anyone you brought home as long as I could see they were kind to you. Treated you with the respect that you deserve, cares about you...that's the important parts, not...everything else."

"...Does...he?"

"I should hope you have the answer to that."

Harry smiled a little and picked his head up to look at Sirius, "...So, he...can come around again?"

"He can come around whenever you'd like, love."

#sirius and harry saturday #sirius black #harry potter #raising harry

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vrittivsanghavi · 2 years ago

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Y/n was growing restless. For some stupid reason, she decided to join Harry in a business dinner. She should have just stayed home so she could catch up on some homework, also know as, ‘Loves Island’

Harry could sense her irritability and was not going to have her acting like a brat out in public for coming to business party she wanted to come too.

They had been dating for quite some time now. Y/n knew how to push his buttons when she was feeling subby.

Harry on the other hand was more neutral. Yes his dominant side would come out when she drops, but otherwise they both stayed pretty neutral in bed.

On this particular night, Y/n was dropping and Harry needed to get her home.

“Thank you for this lovely dinner, but I must get going.” Harry got up grabbing his belongings, helping Y/n as well.

“Y’know with work and all. Got to get up and at them,” Harry chuckled lightly. He doesn’t know why he felt the need to explain himself, but he did.

After their quick exchanges, Y/n and Harry were in the car heading back home.

“Y’were such a good girl tonight.” His eyes staying on the road, but the palm of his hand resting on her upper thigh giving comfortable rubs.

“Y’gonna let me eat you out when we get home? I think since y’were such a good girl you deserve an award.”

Y/n’s pouty eyes turned wide with the mention of eating her out. Her pussy already dripping at the thought of Harry’s tongue doing wonders on her core.

“G’get undress and lay on the bed darling,” Harry spoke setting the keys down on the table in the foyer. “I’ll be up shortly.”

Since their relationship was neutral usually - if either one dropped the other would have take care of them and put there needs last.

“Such a good girl for me, already undressed like the good little girl y’are.” Harry tittered when he saw Y/n laying naked on the bed.

His lips started at her neck working their way down. Sucking and biting, leaving harsh marks behind.

He spent some time at her chest. Loving the way she moaned when he would suck harshly at one nipple and roll the other one between his fingers, giving it a light pinch.

The euphoric feeling tingling throughout Y/n’s body the closer he got to her mound.

His brushed against it and headed for her thighs. Spreading her legs open more and show love to the inner thighs.

His eyes would dart up to hers to make sure she was okay. And she was - her head was rolled back and eyes closed, loud whimpers and moans leaving her mouth.

He ducked his head between her legs. The onslaught of harsh kisses and bites being left on her skin.

The whimpers escaping her mouth as Harry licked her fold up and down. Twirling it right around her entrance.

Her arousal was amazing. It coated his tongue on the first swipe since she was that wet.

“Oh, H,” She pleaded. The bubble in her tummy growing with each lick, swipe, bite, and tease.

“I know darling,” he stopped his teasing, instead taking his fingers and teasing her clit that way. “Feels so good doesn’t it? Daddy knows just how you like it huh?”

His head ducked back down between her thighs. His finger moved to entrance, pushing it in and out.

Y/n was heaving as she came down from her high. Her mind too groggy to even get up and put on clothes.

Harry - being the best husband, cleaned her up and got her into some panties and one of his shirts.

“Y’such a good girl for me. Don’t know what I did to deserve you. Love you so fuckin’ much, sweetheart.”

@stylessupremacy

Omg Jessica! THIS IS A LITERAL MASTERPIECE. I LOVE YOU. YOU WERE RIGHT. this is amazing. Pleaseeee you should literally post this back in your masterlist love 🥺🥺🥺🥺 you deserve it. Love you infinity and beyond

#the love of my life 🥺#love youuuuuuu #jessssssssss #my spouse ❤😌#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut

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inthememetime · 3 years ago

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Based on this post

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Taglist: @feralsrock @mochazocha let me know if you want to be added!

Summary: Danny Phantom au in which Harriet switches the object of Vlad's obsession by mistake. In many cultures around the world, there exists the idea of leaving food for the dead, or keeping them company for many reasons.

Harriet didn't know why she went to the hospital. Her best excuses were she had too much food in her care package that would go bad soon, followed by she hated eating alone and, finally, she thought it was spectacularly shitty for Jack and Maddie to abandon their friend, especially if the accident was even half as bad as she heard.

She expected to check on the guy who tutored her a few semesters back and give him some food. She did not expect to get a supernatural undead guardian out of the deal.

Chapter under the cut!

Harriet honestly didn't know why she was here. She knew Vlad Masters only peripherally. He helped her with her math and chem homework during Freshman year, and he was nice. Introverted, shy, but nice.

Every other time she'd seen him, he was with Maddie Walker and Jack Fenton, and those two filled up any given space with their noise. They had a way of attracting all the attention in the room and their shy, quiet friend would seem to disappear into a corner.

So it wasn't friendship that brought her to Wisconsin Memorial Hospital. She didn't know him well enough to like him. She didn't owe him anything- she paid him for his tutoring lessons fair and square. Pitying anyone left a bad taste in her mouth. And in any case, the three had been playing with doors to alternate dimensions; risks of maiming, disfigurement, and death could be assumed.

So she didn't know why she was here. She didn't know what possessed her to call the hospital to find his room number or visiting hours. The best she could come up with was her mother had sent her too many snacks, she hated eating alone, and she had 3 hours between classes on Wednesdays- something annoying because whenever she napped, Harriet woke up groggy and miserable.

"He'll be so excited to see you," a nurse beamed, "you're his first visitor!"

"It's been a month," she said in surprise.

The nurse's smile twitched downward. "I know. I really thought the two that brought him in would- but nevermind, that's not important now. Have you ever been in an active radiation ward?"

"I can't say I have, no. Hey, can he eat solid food?"

"Yes, that's fine. It's not his stomach we're worried about."

She didn't have time to find out what the nurse was worried about, as she was bustled to a room where she was put into a massive one-piece radiation suit, which was then pressurized and hooked to air tanks. "This is a rebreather. With the tanks, you get about an hour. If you call ahead, we'll get a suit ready that hooks to the hospital's air lines."

The radiation hall was, according to the nurse, coated in two inches of lead all around to prevent leakage. It had lots of fun, friendly signs like 'NO REMOVAL OF GEAR BEYOND THIS POINT', 'INCREASED DEATH AND CANCER RISK', and 'IN CASE OF CONTAMINATION, CONTACT NEXT OF KIN AND WISCONSIN STATE RADIATION BOARD AT 1 (800) XXX-XXXX'.

Whatever mess Vlad, Maddie, and Jack had gotten into clearly had some serious consequences for Vlad. Which raised the question- where were Jack and Maddie?

"Do you know if Jack Fenton or Maddie Walker were hospitalized?" She asked, and the nurse nodded.

"They had minor exposure- nothing some burn cream and minor radiation treatment couldn't fix. Mr. Masters got it right in the face, though, poor thing."

Then she was stepping into another room with a similarly heavy door. "Push this button when you want to leave," the nurse said, "or we'll come get you when you've got 20 minutes of air left."

"Hi, there," she said awkwardly as she stood by Vlad's bedside. There was a chair there, but she didn't know how to sit in the damn suit.

His face and hands were covered in pustules and cracks oozing bright green pus- it looked to be faintly glowing. She swallowed when he opened his eyes. The sclera in both eyes were red with blood, and as she watched, blood oozed out of the corners, explaining the brown, cracked trails.

"I'm afraid my vision is a little shot right now," he rasped, "I'm not sure who you are."

"You probably don't remember me. Harriet? Harry Chin?"

"Thought you hated that name."

"It's what everyone remembers. Apparently Harriet's too long for some reason."

He chuckled, then winced when it turned to coughing up blood and green ooze. "Sorry," he apologized.

"No, you don't have to apologize for that. Um. Do you like Chinese food?"

"I do," he replied.

"Well, this hospital food is- pretty shit. Probably worse here. So, uh- it's just rice, veggies, and chicken, but mom sent her homemade duck sauce, and...you don't have a table in here."

He grinned, and she winced at the sight of blood and green-crusted gums. "No use in getting amenities approved for a dying man."

She swallowed and sat the tupperware bowl beside his hip, where he could feel it. "Thank you, Harriet."

"You're welcome," she replied, and soon fled like a coward after only 15 minutes.

His face, half as she remembered it from the few times she'd seen him, and half practically melting off in a flood of gore, blood, and green haunted her dreams.

She put herself in his shoes. A month went by, abandoned by his only friends, and the only person who came by since ran from him like he had something she could catch- and felt sick.

"You came back." Vlad said, clearly surprised.

His face looked less bloody, but more green, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"Yeah, I have some time on Wednesdays, figured you could use the company. You look less..." Harriet trailed off, not sure how to continue without being offensive.

"Like my face is falling off?"

She winced. "Basically, yeah."

He smiled, just barely. "They let me look at myself- I looked like an extra from Night of the Living Dead."

It shocked a laugh out of her. "No offense, but-"

"None taken. How's class going?"

She was momentarily confused before she realized- he wanted to talk about something normal. And nothing happening to him now was normal.

"I pissed off the rest of my journalism class by beating the bell curve today," and he laughed.

"I know the feeling. I'm pretty sure everyone in my nuclear physics program hated me."

"Is that what you got your degree in? Or what you're working on?"

"I have the dual PhD in Chemistry and Engineering, but only a Master's in Physics."

"Only a Master's and two doctorates, he says," and he laughed. "Ugh, you can never meet my family. They'll all be comparing me to you."

His smile was tight, then, and he said, "I highly doubt that's a concern."

"What do you mean? I mean, you're getting better, right?"

He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. "I wish, Harriet. I really do wish that."

That was how, over a bowl of her mom's dumplings, frozen and reheated, she found out he was dying. The ectoplasm was moving deeper into his system faster than they could leech it out of him. He was on a morphine drip that he barely noticed because it just hurt that bad.

He was on palliative care. She had to ask what that meant. And wished she hadn't.

"It means I'm dying and everyone knows it. Why try to save what's essentially a walking corpse?" He snorted bitterly and then apologized. "I'm sorry, that was grim. And rude, I think."

"Please don't ever apologize for dying. Seriously." She didn't stay as long as she could've- only 45 minutes- but she didn't run away this time.

No. Worse- he'd flatlined and lost consciousness. By the time nurses had come- and he wasn't kidding about the attitudes. They didn't come with a crash cart or anything, just paperwork that was left unfinished when he managed to claw breath back into his lungs and the machines stopped beeping.

They'd asked her to leave after that, and she didn't know what possessed her, but she squeezed his hand once, tight before she left.

Her dreams that night were empty; she couldn't sleep, thinking of what it must be like to have your last contact with another human being be through layers of plastic and latex. (She cried and cried and called her mother, then her grandmother, and finally her sisters and brother. If she died tomorrow- she didn't want to be remembered as the person they hadn't spoken to in years.)

"What do you mean, he's not in this ward?" Harriet asked, heart pounding. Was he gone or- or gone?

"I mean, he's got the devil's own luck," the nurse said, shaking her head. "Here's the room number, it's on floor 6. He's in ICU now."

"He lives!" She cheered, and he let out a raspy chuckle.

Vlad was now wearing an oxygen cannula and had multiple IVs going into a port on his arm. His eyes were bloodshot again, but for once the green glow was almost entirely absent.

"I live," he confirmed, "and the ectoplasm reached its' half-life. I can't believe I'm out of that awful little room."

She grinned. "No food this time," she said and smiled as his face fell comically, "but I did bring some sweets. How do you feel about lychee?"

"Never heard of it."

"Let's give it a shot, then!"

She left when the alarm on her phone went off, telling her she had 30 minutes to get to class. "Sorry," she apologized.

"No, it's fine. I'm grateful for the company."

For once, her dreams were normal- the typical weirdness only an overactive imagination and too little sleep could bring.

The ICU was a hub of activity when she entered, but she figured she was a regular enough visitor she could go without signing in for once.

"And what did you feel when it happened?"

"I don't know- cold, for once? Like I was being watched?" Vlad sounded scared- somehow worse than when he confessed he was dying.

"Is everything ok? I can come back later if that's better."

The doctor was nodding, but Vlad disagreed. "No, come in, please. Things are just a little weird right now."

"We really need more scans, and-"

"I've had 4 MRIs, 3 CAT scans, and 3 PET scans since yesterday. I am done being scanned!" He snapped, and- no, that was impossible.

There was no way his eyes had glowed red for just a moment.

The doctor left huffily and Harriet sat down. "That's a lot of scans. Did you have a seizure or something?" Seizures were, in her medical experience (which consisted of TV shows and basic first aid), the things that got people in scans.

"Well first, I died again. Full heart stop for 2 minutes and everything. Then I had 7 seizures in a row. And died between each one." He said. He sounded mostly irritated, but the terror in his eyes and the way his hands clenched and unclenched in the white hospital sheets told her it was a front.

She repeated her movement from the last time he died, clenching one hand in hers tightly. This time, he squeezed back - and held it there. "And after all of that, I turned invisible, believe it or not. I certainly don't."

"Invisibility is a stretch," she agreed. "I don't know what to say to that."

He swallowed. "I don't think there's anything to say. Just- something else. Who- do you know if the Packers are going to the Super Bowl?"

"I know Philly's playing, but not the other team. My brother's a Philly fan," she explained.

Vlad's lip curled in disgust. "Well, I suppose we can't all be right. Otherwise the Packers wouldn't have anyone to play against."

"You're a football nut?"

"Football, hockey, soccer- could never get into baseball. I used to play hockey, you know."

"Really?"

"Mm. Left wing until high school, then center through everything but the last two years of college."

"I have no idea what those things mean."

"Not a sports fan?"

"I used to run track, but that's it. Not a team player," she explained. "Working with one or two people was fine, but once we got over that, I wasn't interested."

"I can understand that."

"So why play hockey?"

"Do you want the fun PC answer or the honest one? At this point, you've watched me die at least once but you keep coming back- I think you've earned a few secrets."

She swallowed. "Tell me both. But don't say which is which. I'll guess."

He inhaled slowly and swallowed. "I thought it was fun, got good at it, then got scholarships to keep at it," he said. Then, "my father only cared about my eldest brother- the one in sports. So I thought if I did hockey too, but better than Anatoli, he'd love me." He smiled bitterly. "Of course, he died before my first game, so I don't know if that would've worked."

She sighed. "I get that. 2 sisters, both smarter than me, prettier, and better at... everything, really. It took me cutting off contact for 2 years before my family realized they might have been a little too harsh."

"But you- you have a good relationship with them now, right?"

She repeated his question. "Do you want the PC answer or the honest one?"

#danny phantom #inthememetime #vlad masters #danny phantom au #harriet chin #bad news #vlad/harriet #body horror #dracula vibes later on #cleaning the gravestones

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astranne · 3 years ago

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Your wish is my command My Goddess!

Startin this off, Bodyguard!Xiao would absolutely 100% be SO jealous if someone was to flirt with you well he'd be use to it since your famous but this person is particularly handsome????

Hes gonna be like a cat hes gonna pout and glare at you and huff until you acknowledge his existence.

Speaking of, i can see him leaving you gifts but never saying anything. Atp idk if I'm talking about Bodyguard!Xiao anymore but anyways!

He would sneak you gifts onto your desk, table, whatever is there he will put it there he wont say anything he's just gonna go "Oh, your welcome." If you say thank you Xiao. It could be for literally anything and he would still say your welcome.

I CANT GET OVER ONE THING ABT XIAO THO

He has so much potential for angst and i can feel it.

I can see Xiao as the kid who gets bullied for being academically smart but his other siblings are smarr and well versed in sports and activities. Hes the anti social emo kid who wears hoodies and blasts his music (not really angsty!xiao would rather keel over) through his headphones and not have many friends.

I CAN however see him get one friend. And this is purely for funny moments but Tartaglia would friend him unironically. I love the intorvert adopted by extrovert trope and those two fit that role well.

Childe just sitting next to Xiao after a few weeks and suddenly best friends??? Sign me up. Childe recongizing Xiao beyond his academic intelligence and Xiao feeling appreciated??? Sign me up. Childe ACTUALLY not using him for projects and to do homework like many of Xiao's "friends"???? Sign me up.

The whole Xiao and Childe dynamic has potential and wanna what help has potential? Hu Tao and Xiao

Now this? Wouldnt happen unless you tied Xiao up and locked him in the closet w Hu Tao for a week.

Now listen how did they meet?? Simple.

Hu Tao pranked Xiao on accident by putting something in his locker and ruined has his stuff and Xiao was just "👤Um." The entire time and Hu Tao, being the lovely person she is, did it again why not. I can see her being a prankster, but after awhile Hu Tao would have to end up buying Xiao's notebooks that get water damaged or burnt by something and end up giving him notes but helloooo???? GIVING HIM NOTES?????? He already memorized every math formula why is she giving HIM NOTES????

Hes so shocked he doesnt know what to do so he just goes with it. And now oh would you look at that Hu Tao is now taking him out for Boba and rambling about her favorite show. I can see Xiao not knowing anything about Boba, or just the outside world. His caregivers werent harsh on him, he just wanted to be seen by them like his older siblings :( he just wanted that validation. Know who gives it to him? Hu Tao and Childe.

"Xiao your so cool!" As he absolutely owns them in paintball?? Hes smiling so hard.

"Xiao how did you know the answer? I couldnt even get it your so smart!" After he answered a hard essay question hes literally shaking with happiness.

My boy just wants to be seen :((((

Back for a little bit of angst, Xiao wouldnt tell them he feels left out sometimes or how he gets drained. He wouldnt tell them about anything or how he feels he made it this far why would he?

I can see his siblings especially if theyre older constantly teasing him, they dont know it but they gant up on him and practically bully him into hiding his room and not coming out. Not projecting i swear

SLEEPOVERS AT CHILDE OR HUTAO'S???

Horror movies, staying up late and eating junk food? Challenges and even going to walmart at 3:30 when Xiao is hyped up on energy drinks speeding down the aisles in carts giggling and laughing past the cameras and workers who're too tired because "dammit they do this every weekend we cant kick them out"

My Goddess i hope i delivered what you asked for!

-🪶

i'm getting blessed today!!! thank you so much, i really had a blast reading through this my dear fischl anon <3 all the brainrot is under the cut hehe it escalated a bit just a tiny bit lmao

jealous and protective bodyguard!xiao, yes please. he will stare everyone down who tries to flirt with you AND is very handsome. not even five minutes in and he will be like "excuse you, but back tf off." he will do it immediatly when he notices you don't really feel comfortable... and he will be a bit more agressive 👀

bodyguard!xiao gets a certain reputaion... he is a bloody good bodyguard, very protective of his clients and their privacy. you bet everyone wants him as their bodyguard (especially when he's handsome as well)

also the gifts... asdkfubhd- he will leave all his gifts at the places he knows you will see them, watching with a small smile how you eagerly open his gifts (sue him, you really look cute when you get all excited and happy about little things)

he will spoil tf out of you, gift you with the most lavish gifts, oh and if you like his cooking, yeah, well he will always cook a full ass menu for you, just to enjoy your blissful face when you take the first bite of his heavenly food.

just... xiao. also the little cat comment made me think about cat!xiao, like,,, hybrid, like just... cat and fluffy tail and perky ears and purring xiao...

xiao is born, breed, made, created for angst. have you seen his lore?? like, come on, angst is his second third name.

okay, childe and xiao friendship. we love and we need this rn. xiao gets bullied by the jocks and it's acutally his elder siblings fault,,, because well,, they are a jock too and started teasing him. not many realize they are siblings, and since older sibling is quite popular, everyone else started teasing bullying him too. xiao swallows all the bitterness, not wanting to call his siblings out because he still loves them!! but sometimes... sometimes they don't realize he's hurting.

anti social!xiao. emo!xiao. introvert!xiao just... xiao. he is the weird loner of the school, but not quite?? like, he's smart and does so well in school and not to mention, he is handsome. not that many would admit that. but there was a time where xiao wore eyeliner before everything went downhill and some really miss those times... but they would never admit it.

he doesn't really have friends until childe comes along. and childe is a social butterfly. he is friends with the whole school but not really, he is outgoing, quite smart too and just funny to be around. he can be a jerk sometimes, but aren't we all sometimes too? he befriends xiao first for a selfish reason, hoping he would get a bit of quiet from all the noise in his life. but then he realizes how he enjoys xiao's company and sticks around.

later, when they're really thick and probably somthing like best friends, childe will admit that to xiao and they almost have a fallout

and when hu tao comes around? yeah well, prepare for chaos. childe and hu tao go along so well and you bet after a while, when Xiao feels comfortable enough, he will try and curb their chaos. not that he succeds.

hu tao still feels bad sometimes about how much she ruined from xiao's stuff, which is why she started spoiling him. she is well off, probably from a rich family, just like childe. they will spoil all the sadness and angst from xiao away

you bet hu tao is the reason why xiao now has a starbucks and bubble tea addiction this is how he meets other friends, on his own but that's for another time

yk what, with anti social and introvert xiao... gamer!xiao. what is he even doing the whole time in his room? yeah well, of course he studies, but he can't study the whole ass time and this is how he slowly became a gamer. not that many know that

but after hu tao and childe find out, you bet they will buy him a whole ass aesthetic streamer set up, even tho he doesn't stream but maybe in the future they want him happy, and all those little games make him happy. especially when he now can play with real friends, not only those people who he met online.

thanks to hu tao and childe he comes out of his shell, dressing up a bit (xiao has style. he just has a style not everyone would approve. war core/dark and tech wear. he has style and the clothes, just not the confidence wearing it) and even putting his eyeliner back on (you bet he suddenly becomes the crush of so many people)

hu tao and childe are confident people, and he somehow has to keep up. he finds his confidence once again (if we want to make this especially angsty, he was a very confident, if a bit silent child. but his family and all the teasing/bullying made him lose his confidence)

oh and if we want to create more plot, childe is a somewhat well known influencer and hu tao hops on that train too. it's easy for them to gain more followers and reach, and the extra money is certainly welcome. xiao ponders if he should start doing this too, but somehow... he's not really comfortable with that. he wants to do this in his own way. (que, xiao being the 'unreachable, mystery, but lovable and gorgeous influencer)

but he starts with streaming first, his fan base grows fast because,,, xiao is so calm, he loves all the games he plays and is so passionate about it!! he is an avid animal crossing player, always building and creating on his island and proudly showing it off to his viewers. they praise him and shower him with compliments, and he always gets all shy and blushy and you bet they will coo over him and only make things worse better

hu tao and childe just proudly show off xiao's achievements in their social media, talking about xiao and what an awesome friend he is, how smart he is and everything.

now i want cracked gamer!xiao, who looks nothing like it, but will absolutely destroy you in CoD, Val, LoL and all the other games. he is well known in the gamer community and you bet he has many admirers. okay but what about professional gamer!xiao-

okay okay, i got a bit distracted- but,,, SLEEP OVERS!!! yes omfg, yes, just yes. xiao loves energy drinks, but they get expensive if you drink so much like him. but with hu tao and childe as his walking wallets, nothing can stop his addiction. he has so much energy in this small body and childe loves to create more chaos and just gives him more. hu tao just giggling and filming all the chaos xiao creates (because that's so rare!! it's always her or childe) and never deleting it.

hhhh- all of them sleeping in these big ass beds hu tao and childe have, piling up and smacking each other while sleeping, but not caring. both hu tao and childe love cuddling, and xiao is always their victim. what if... touch starved!xiao

they would go to McDonalds at midnight, get like 60 chicken nuggest and 7 burgers, eat it on there or take the whole food with them home, talking and giggling the whole time and having to eat the food cold.

just the whole group dynamic with them would be so whole some and i'm here for it!!! like,,, AHHHH i mean come on!!!!

okay, this became longer than i intended and i got distracted, but holy shit. xiao brainrot <33

thank you so much for sending this big, long ask about xiao and his brainrots <333

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