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“Come hell or high water.” | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Looming over the Winchesters and [Y/N] is the war between heaven and hell. Dean will ultimately be faced with a choice he’d never be able to make. What will happen?

This will be a multi-part story, not necessarily set in a specific season but around 4-5 would be the best fit.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Mentions: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Micheal and Lucifer, Bobby Singer

Warnings: none, will provide for each chapter as they’re written.

Part I:

Michael and Lucifer had both been impatient, each showing up at various times and places—both wanting the same thing; more or less. Each wanted their designated Winchester brother to simply say yes.

Three days earlier.

Sam, Dean and [Y/N] were sat in their shared motel room in New Orleans, Louisiana. Sam was on his laptop, browsing for cases on different news websites. [Y/N] was flipping through the local newspaper to see if anything stuck out in the reports there, but she wasn’t having much luck. Dean was.. well, in true Dean fashion he was chowing down on a burger that he’d brought back from the local diner. “Your food is gonna get cold, or I’m gonna eat it, the entire world isn’t gonna fall apart if you two take a damn break.” Dean spoke, mouth half full of chewed food. Sam sighed and looked over to [Y/N] who finally closed the newspaper. “Fine, you’re right.” He spoke up, closing the laptop that had been in front of him for at least two hours. Turning his attention towards [Y/N] Dean would clear his throat (after having swallowed the mouthful of food) and gently squeezed her shoulder. “C’mon sweetheart you haven’t eaten today.” She’d sigh knowing her boyfriend was right, placing her hand on top of Dean’s and giving it an affectionate squeeze. “Alright, alright. This goddamn newsprint is giving me a headache anyway.” [Y/N] folded the newspaper back up and tossed it onto the table. Grabbing the brown paper bag, she pulled out what would be Sam’s usual and handed it over to the younger brother. She pulled out her own food and carefully unwrapped the burger, quickly picking it up and taking a big bite. Now that everyone was a little more focused on the food, Dean would continue to eat himself.

“I dunno man, everything I’ve seen has been completely normal. It’s like all the evil in the world has gone radio silent.” Taking a bite of his burger, the younger of the Winchester brother was clearly frustrated. “That’s what scares me, when things tend to be normal on the crime side.. it’s never a good sign.” [Y/N] replied, tucking a loose strand of [Y/H/C] hair behind her right ear. “There’s gotta be something, I’m sure we’ll find it but there’s no use finding anything if we aren’t fit to do the job.” Dean spoke up again, verbally nudging the two most important people in his life to continue eating. “All the sons of bitches can’t have just ran into hiding.“ He’d conclude, grabbing the bottle of beer he’d set aside and taking a swig. “It’s just weird, Dean. Normally it doesn’t take us so long to find something to at least check out. There’s nothing online at all that’s raising even a little suspicion.” Sam answered, looking extremely concerned when he locked eyes with his brother. Dean’s eyes were sympathetic and truthfully—he was worried too. Everything both Sam and [Y/N] were saying was true but he also couldn’t afford to let them see any hint of the fear his heart carried. Not only because it made things more real but he was too busy anchoring them, keeping them from spiralling because then they’d be no good to anyone once evil rears its ugly head. [Y/N] finished chewing another bite of food before adding another thought. “I haven’t seen anything local either I mean, that was the third paper I’ve scoured from front to back and everything just seems.. normal. It’s weird.” It took the chiming in of the eldest Winchester to calm the noise of the impending chaos again. “Hey, look, we’ll just take a break and see if anything comes down the pipeline. Right now I need you two to eat before I start force feeding you.” Sam and [Y/N] both looked at each other before chuckling softly and for the first time in the last couple of hours, the stress of it all faded away. Dean was the first to finish his food (no surprise there) and so he silently asked to use Sam’s laptop, the younger brother nodding as he continued to eat. [Y/N] had finished her food, not realizing how hungry she’d actually been. Of course Dean knew because he knew her like the back of his hand, which was why he’d been pushing her especially to eat since he brought it back to the room. She smiled to herself for a moment as her gaze moved to where Dean sat, scrolling on the computer. Those strikingly beautiful green eyes scanning the screen to see if he could find anything to ease the worries of the trio. Sam was of course the final person to finish his food and when he had, [Y/N] began to grab the garbage that had become scattered across the small table in their room. She stuffed everything back into the brown paper bag it came in before throwing it into the trash can. Rubbing at his temples, Sam slowly pushed himself up from his seat. “I’m gonna shower. Let me know if you guys find anything yeah?” He spoke, walking over to his bed and grabbing the go bag with his clothes in it. He saunters towards the bathroom and closes the door, both [Y/N] and Dean heard the door lock. Dean’s eyes moved to look up at his girlfriend with an expression that seemed exhausted. Noticing this, [Y/N] approached the table again, this time taking the chair closest to her green eyed baby. Leaning her head onto his shoulder, he managed a half smile with his gaze moving from the laptop screen to his beautiful lady. Her [Y/H/C] locks framing her face perfectly, not to mention her [Y/E/C] eyes that always brought his soul some peace. Everything about their world was utter chaos with something even worse looming overhead, yet just by looking into her eyes he’d find a calm like he’d never known.

[Y/N] had met the Winchesters as a child, her father one of the many hunters that John had worked with in the hunt for the yellow eyed demon. Unfortunately her father met a cruel fate at the hands of a shifter and that left her alone in the world. Naturally, via the connection, Bobby Singer would end up taking [Y/N] into his home and that’s where she’d spend time with Sam and Dean. Years on end would see them meeting a handful of times and enjoying various activities and days with Bobby while John hunted. Of course when John and Bobby had their big blow up fight, [Y/N] went a while without hearing from the brothers. Dean had gotten in touch a couple years later and kept in touch through texts mostly, which was surprising but [Y/N] wasn’t complaining. Sam would email every once and awhile but it was very sporadic. Which [Y/N] learned years later was because Sam had left hunting and gone to Stanford—basically ignoring the hunting life and everything supernatural. It was actually during this time where Dean and [Y/N] would begin doing hunts together. Off and on of course, sometimes very rarely with John but usually just the two of them. Often times these cases required them to, as they called it, ‘bend the truth’. This involved posing as different forms of authority to gain access to information that they normally wouldn’t have. Many times, both Dean and [Y/N] had to pose as a young couple in love. Newlyweds or happily engaged—various forms of in love, gaining them favor amongst the community or with other authority figures. This went on for months, both seemingly having feelings show themselves but it went undiscussed. Dean wasn’t about flirting with women to get further on a case, which of course [Y/N] hated but she could never really say that. It caused a little tension at times until finally it came to a head on a hunt for witch.

“Dean, will you just stop and listen to me?!” [Y/N] yelled as she followed the man into their shared motel room. Dean remained silent, anger written across his features. [Y/N] huffed out a breath of frustration and ran her hand through her [Y/H/C] hair and looking toward the eldest Winchester boy. “Dean.” She tried speaking again, yet he still ignored her and aggressively unzipped his go bag. Sifting through its contents he was looking for something, growing more irritated when he couldn’t find it. “What are you looking for?” [Y/N] asked, there was more silence for a second before he finally spoke. “Credit card.” Straight to the point and with a tone that had [Y/N]’s eyes rolling. “You told me to put it in my bag because your wallet needed to get fixed.” She replied, dipping her hand into her bag she’d pull her wallet out and slipping the card into her hand. She’d slowly walk over to Dean and tossed the card onto the bed. This time it was his turn to sigh before turning towards [Y/N]. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I lost my temper, what you do is none of my business.” He said, which seemed genuine for the most part. “I just am lost, I don’t react like that when you flirt with a girl to get information or a bump in the line to meet with someone.” She spoke, though she mumbled under her breath. “Even though I want to..” Dean heard her and felt a sense of confusion wash over him. “Why would you.. [Y/N] why would you want to get mad over that?” Dean’s eyes had found themselves locked onto [Y/N]’s, waiting for her to answer. Throwing her hands up in frustration [Y/N] shouted. “For the exact same reason that you got mad today and punched the receptionist in the face, Dean! You and I obviously have feelings for one another but we don’t talk about them so we just circle the never ending drain of getting jealous and sad and mad in secret and letting it build up!” Immediately after the words had left her mouth she gasped and covered it with her hands. Dean was just as shocked as [Y/N] seemed to be, frozen just staring in her eyes. Moments later after pure silence, Dean turned around and drug his hand across his face. “Dean..” [Y/N] spoke, her tone much softer than it was moments ago. She took a step forward and slowly placed a hand on his shoulder, lightly gripping it. Dean turned with a quickness and crashed his lips against [Y/N]’s while his hand came up to cup her face. Naturally she was stunned, but began to kiss him back.

Ever since that day, due to some kind of truth hex, Dean and [Y/N] had been inseparable. It was the one good thing in Dean’s eyes that came from dealing with a witch. Moving his finger along the touchpad of the laptop, he’d close the website he was on and look up another. There had to be something somewhere.. there just had to be. “Should I get back on the papers?” [Y/N]’s voice broke the longstanding silence that had hovered over them. Dean pulled another half smile before turning and pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. “No sweetheart, it’s alright. I don’t think there’s anything in ‘em. You’d have found something by now if there was.” His gaze again fixated on the computer, scrolling through masses of crimes being reported. He was about to scroll again, but something caught his eye and he needed to reread the blurb. “Wait a minute..” he spoke in a soft tone, causing [Y/N] to sit up. “Did you find something?” She asked, looking at the screen now too. “Not sure, maybe.” He replied, clicking a link that brought up a fuller article. “Well I’ll be damned.. this one might be vamps. Animal attacks, puncture marks on the necks.. hell there’s nothing else remotely sticking out so I think it’s worth the drive.” Dean added, the lock on the bathroom door clicking open and soon enough the younger Winchester came back into the main room. Steam came flowing from the bathroom as Sam continued to dry his hair. “Hey Sammy, think we got something.” [Y/N] spoke with a soft tone and there was a look of relief on his face. “Wha.. where?” Sam asked, looking at his brother. “Tucson.” Dean answered, turning the laptop around so that his younger brother could look at the article himself. Now [Y/N] was the one pushing herself from her seat. “Hopefully you didn’t use all the shampoo and the hot water.” She joked, making her way to the bathroom in order to shower.

After everyone had showered and changed into their pyjamas, the trio had settled down for the evening. It didn’t take long for quiet snores to be heard from Sam’s bed, his back turned towards the couple who were sharing the other bed. “I’m glad we found a case, but I still don’t have a good feeling about this..” [Y/N] spoke, keeping her tone on the quieter side as to not wake up the younger Winchester. She was snuggled into Dean’s side with her arm draped across his lower abdomen and her head on his chest. Dean pressed a kiss to her temple before sighing in a low manner himself. “I don’t either, it’s bugging me but we can’t just ignore the situation on feelings.” He spoke, his own tone mirroring hers in keeping on that quieter side and both sighed. “It just feels like this case fell into our laps and it feels like it’s a trap, but I can’t pinpoint from who or why.” She aimlessly began drawing shapes on the end of Dean’s T-shirt and he could see that his off feeling wasn’t as strong as the one that [Y/N] was having—she only drew shapes in that manner to calm her mind down. “Hey [Y/N/N], something’s really bugging you about this.. what is it?” He asked, gently turning her chin upward so [Y/N] would meet his gaze. [Y/E/C] hues met the beautiful green eyes that Dean had, searching them for something. “I wish I knew. Dean, it just feels.. too easy. There was nothing for what? Two days? Now all of a sudden there’s one solitary case and we’re supposed to believe this isn’t a set up? It’s not making sense. I know we can’t just ignore a possible case, but it just feels like something is going on and nothing good.” [Y/N] sighed again, knowing that so many things were up in the air right now and so many things couldn’t be resolved in quick manner. “Maybe we’ll pray to Cas tomorrow, either before we leave or while we’re driving. See if he knows anything.” Dean offered, squeezing [Y/N] and bringing her closer to his body. “Yeah, okay. Sounds good.” She replied, snuggling into her boyfriend and slowly closing her eyes. Dean himself would adjust the covers and slowly close his eyes. “Goodnight, D.” [Y/N] whispered. “Goodnight, [Y/N/N].” He whispered back.

#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean winchester #supernatural #fanfic #Dean Winchester imagines #spn #spn imagines

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ciaossu-imagines · 5 months ago

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Can you do [DON’T WORRY] for Yata? And you know, just because I’m curious too see what you’d write and how it’d turn out, could you do Kuro as well?

Of course, my lovely! I’m more than happy to do these up for you and I hope you’ll enjoy the headcanons I came up with! I apologize in advance if they’re smaller than normal or not as long as you’d been hoping for!

[DON’T WORRY] for the character to react to you getting scared and seeking comfort from them

YATA

Yata likes to pride himself on being someone that other people might look up to, someone that others think is strong enough to keep them safe. It makes him feel really good about himself when he’s relied on, in any way, shape, or form, by anyone really. It wouldn’t matter if the reader, the ‘you’, were a stranger to him, if they were just a friend of his, or if they were his partner.

He especially finds it cute if it’s a partner of his who gets scared and comes to hide behind him, gripping his arm and clinging to him. He enjoys really playing it up about how he’ll protect them, keep them safe. It makes him feel manly and needed and really, that’s a huge thing for Yata, especially in terms of him as a romantic partner. He’s someone who really needs, within that romantic partnership, to feel necessary to his partner and like he’s needed and useful to them.

He’s also really a sucker for little kids getting scared and hiding behind him. As someone who grew up with little siblings, it really triggers that big brother instinct in him and makes him very determined to cheer the kids up, to make them feel safe and invincible with him in charge.

He’ll make sure that whoever it is who asks for his protection, he does whatever is needed to make them feel safe. If that means checking their closet for monsters, walking them home in the dark, confronting one of their bullies, or simply staying with them, he makes sure that they’re feeling in better spirits and are no longer scared by the time he leaves them.

KURO

Kuro, meanwhile, feels a lot of pressure if people turn to him when they’re scared and need help. It’s troublesome and annoying, especially for the Kuro he is early on in the story. It makes him feel uncomfortable and nervous and worried and because he actively does everything he can to avoid negative emotions, he’s likely to shut down a little, to just sit and do nothing instead of actively trying to help the person in question.

He won’t really know how to help them anyway and that’s something he makes really clear. He’s probably just as scared as they are, to be honest, since Kuro can be a little bit of a fraidy cat.

Honestly, most of his advice would be simply to run away. Kuro is someone who is definitely of the opinion that, if you’re scared of something, it’s okay to run away from it until you’re stronger or more capable of facing it.

If his partner or friend’s fears are of intangible things, of scary emotions or fears of the future that they can’t run away of, Kuro is going to be very in over his head. He can’t do anything about things like that, he can’t tell them to run away from them. He’ll listen to them, but the best he can do is a muttered ‘that sucks, dude’ or something along those lines and it just makes him feel so goddamn useless and impotent so he really will try to avoid being put into those kinds of situations.

When Kuro gets better at dealing with his emotions, including fear and his own uselessness at points, he gets better at emotionally dealing with other’s fears but he still struggles at points. At the end of it all, he doesn’t want to be the one responsible for taking care of others and their problems, even when he steps up to the plate to do so.

#replies #event asks #servamp #k project #project k #headcanons #yata misaki #misaki yata #kuro servamp #sleepy ash

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nerves-nebula · 1 year ago

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I am violent and ill.

My anger drives me so greatly it makes my stomach churn and I grow nauseous.

I am sick and it fuels a fire that sits in my guts and gives me a desire to rip and break and scream.

I am broken in a way that he can’t even see as useful.

Leo is studious.

Raph is caring.

Donnie is quiet.

I am a mistake.

(Does he even remember saying that?)

I cannot be what he wants me to be and it burns inside me and I can’t let it out or I will die.

Will I die?

When will I die?

Donnie is ill.

His illness makes him silent, makes him cry. He buries his face in books and screens and underneath blankets. He sobs with his whole body yet makes no sound. His soul is ripped open and his skin is carved through and I help him bandage the wounds.

I am not ill like Donnie.

Raph is ill.

His illness eats at his stomach and yet refuses food. He forces himself to care for us even as he suffers. He buries himself in the feeling of hunger and pain until his stomach devours his mind and he loses his ability to remember the pain.

I am not ill like Raph.

Leo is ill.

He doesn’t know it. He doesn’t recognize the signs. The way he pushed himself past his limits, snaps and breaks things that immediately he regrets. He sinks into himself and gains a blank look in his eyes that speaks to the pain he feels.

I am not ill like Raph.

Splinter is ill.

I am ill like Splinter.

I am ill like a man who forces his problems onto the innocent. He breaks and shouts and regrets nothing. He hurts my brothers, hurts me, and he scoffs.

I want to hurt him like he hurts us.

I want to kill him.

I want to feel his blood on my hands and the thought doesn’t even scare me.

It should scare me.

I should be scared to hurt the man who raised me.

He gave me nunchucks.

“An inelegant and ridiculous weapon for an inelegant and ridiculous child.” He said.

I want to take the chain and wrap it around his throat.

I want to take the ends and slam them into his skull.

I am sick.

I am sick and it only makes me angrier.

I am sick and it only makes me angrier and that anger makes me sick.

I want to kill him.

I splash paint on a canvas, shoving my hands into the buckets, forgoing brushes altogether.

My hands are stained with the pigments.

Blues and purples and reds.

My claws chip and crack.

Greens and browns and yellows.

Blood does not dry red.

It stains and turns brown as it cloys and thickens.

Then black as it gathers the dust and dirt of the world around it.

I sew the canvas closed where my nails break through. The hole will never heal, will always been seen, and I want to break it further.

Reds and browns and blacks.

I want to rip and shred with my claws, their edges jagged and broken. I want to see what color he bleeds. I want to know if its red. I want to watch it clump and turn brown and black against stark white canvas.

I am violent and ill.

I am my father’s son.

I need a nap.

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Having a bad mental health day means I have inspiration to write angst for the babies.

I’d love to do more Mikey studies for this universe. He’s complex and broken and I love him.

-Monster Anon 🐗

VERY RELATABLE also GODDAMN. At this point why dont YOU just write the iteration haha. I love making Mikey the angriest one tbh. Everyone thinks its raph cause raph has resting bitch face, and cause Raph snaps in anger a lot, but the one with the bubbling hatred underneath his skin is our beautiful little goldfish boy <3

loved all the descriptions of violence tbh. reminds me of how furious i would get back when i lived with my family, especially with my brother. if im still honest i kind of regret not stabbing him, but i know it was for the best that I didn't. oh well!

#nnstuff #ask #teenage mutant neglected turtles #neglected fic #tmnt mikey

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sugar--brown · 25 days ago

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Transidentity in Arsène Lupin

/!\tw suicide mention/!\

Alright! It's late and I'm sick again! So let me rambles!

When I was a kid, I read the adventures of Arsène Lupin (gentleman burglar, go check it out it's free and in public domain). And now, I re-read them as an adult with a fresh gaze.

And oh god! There is this huge queer elephant in the room at all time! I wasn't educated enough as a kid but goddamn...

Let me give you an example. In the last book written by the author's canon (Maurice Leblanc), there is a short story titled "Le piège infernal" (The hellish trap). Here's a quick summary (spoilers duh):

The story begins with a theft on a racetrack: Nicolas Dugrival, a gambler carrying a large sum of money, has his wallet stolen by a supposed police inspector, who turns out to be a thief. Despaired by this loss and humiliation, Dugrival kills himself. Dugrival's widow, driven by a desire for revenge, swears to find and punish Arsène Lupin, whom she suspects of being the culprit. Helped by her nephew Gabriel, she sets a sophisticated trap for Lupin by exploiting his curiosity and his reputation. Lupin, trapped, is injured, captured and sequestered in a secret room of their apartment. There, he endures interrogations and the implacable hatred of Madame Dugrival, who seeks to extort money from him while preparing his execution. Despite several murder attempts, Lupin escapes death thanks to mysterious interventions.

Alright, lets take a break here. You see, Gabriel - the nephew - is the one who injuried Lupin and also the one who takes care of him to make sure he doesn't die.

During the few weeks together, Lupin jokes and plays and talks to him like a friend. This is important.

Here's a few example:

“Ah! It's you, the boy, he whispered, all my compliments, my little one. You have the safe and delicate dagger.” “You scare me,” he said. “If you have sworn to execute me, don't be embarrassed. But laugh! The idea of death has always seemed to me the most comical thing in the world. Whereas with you, old man, it becomes macabre. Good evening, I prefer to sleep!” “When will the convalescent be discharged for the first time? Is the little car ready? But laugh, animal! You look like a weeping willow who is about to commit a crime. Come on, a laugh for Dad.” “Ah! he said to his guard, this time it's the big game. The chicken is going to be bled. Is it you who operates on me, the angel Gabriel? In that case, my old man, make sure your razor is very clean! Antiseptic service, please.”

Notice anything? Hang on, it's not the end.

At the end of the short story, Gabriel and his aunt let Lupin for dead, stuck and doomed to end in prison at best. Until a woman appears and frees him. Who is this woman?

She poured milk into a cup, and as she handed it to him, her lace parted, leaving her face exposed. “You ! It’s you!… he stammered. Is it you who are here?… was it you who were?…” He looked amazed at this woman whose features offered such a striking analogy with those of Gabriel, whose face, delicate and regular, had the same pallor, whose mouth had the same hard and antipathetic expression. A sister would not have presented such a resemblance to a brother. Without a doubt, it was the same being. And, without believing for a moment that Gabriel was hiding under women's clothing, Lupin, on the contrary, had the deep impression that a woman was near him, and that the adolescent who had pursued him with his hatred and who stabbed was really a woman. For the more convenient exercise of their profession, the Dugrival couple had accustomed her to this boy's disguise.

Plot twist! Gabriel was a woman all along and had been dressed as a man for... what? Being a better thief? Fooling everyone? It's unclear. And why doing it at home in private? Why around Lupin who was destined to be killed?

And the next part is even more confusing.

And, as she also went away, he held her by a fold of her dress. “No… no… you have to explain to me first… Why did you save me? Did you come back without your aunt knowing? But why did you save me? Out of pity?” She was silent, and, with her chest erect and her head slightly thrown back, she retained her enigmatic and hard air. However, he thought he saw that the shape of her mouth showed less cruelty than bitterness. Her eyes, her beautiful black eyes, revealed melancholy. And Lupin, without yet understanding, had a confused intuition of what was happening inside her. He grabs her hand. She pushed him away, in a burst of revolt in which he felt hatred, almost repulsion. And as he insisted, she cried out: “But leave me!… leave me!… don’t you know that I loathe you?” They looked at each other for a moment, Lupine disconcerted, she quivering and troubled, her pale face colored with an unusual blush.

Gabriel is clearly disgusted by Lupin's touch and is deeply upset by the situation. But he saves Lupin none the less.

What does Lupine conclude?

He no longer knew what to say, now that he understood the whole adventure, and that he could evoke the young woman at his sick bed, caring for the man she had injured, admiring her courage and her cheerfulness, attaching herself to him, falling in love with him, and, three times, undoubtedly despite herself, in a sort of instinctive impulse with attacks of resentment and rage, saving him from death. He remained thoughtful for quite a long time. The image of the young woman obsessed him. Then he replayed in his mind this whole curious, moving and tragic story, in which he had been so close to succumbing, and, taking a mirror from the table, he contemplated for a long time, with a certain complacency, his face which the illness and the anxiety had not damaged too much. “What it is, however,” he murmured, “to be a pretty boy!”

No.

No, I'm sorry but no.

Gabriel didn't fall in love with Lupin because he's so sexy. That doesn't make sense. This is Lupin's ego talking!

No. My theory is: Gabriel is a trans man. The excuse given by the narrative is wobbly at best. And his reaction when someone touches his body, his anger and frustration, his deep confusion... This is a trans man able to live as such but also unable to get out of the closet.

Gabriel is a trans and saved Lupin because he treated him like a man, giving Gabriel gende euphoria.

Sadly, the story was written during the twentieth century... But still! The stories are so queer, I wouldn't be surprised if the author was in the closet or knew queer people.

#tw sui implied #arsène lupin #maurice leblanc #ramblies #rambles #ramblings #lore and theories #lore analysis #queer #transgender #transmasc

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annkous · 2 years ago

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Alright demon attendant pals buckle the fuck up: lesson 11 just dropped and I was losing my mind the entire goddamn time because of s o l o m o n.

Previousy on me, losing my shit over this game: (lessons 1 to 10)

ALRIGHT LET'S GO

I can't believe Belphie came straight for our throat AGAIN (Diavolo seemed to want to stop him THANK GOD) and Lucifer was reeeally pissed off, but understandably so if we get in his shoes. Solomon rescues our ass from this bunch of demons and whisks us away. I wished we could've talked it out, but you know, bit of extra angst doesn't hurt. Especially if we get to see Thirteen BECAUSE YES SOLOMON TAKES US TO THE REAPER'S CAVE AND I WAS DYING TO SEE HER AGAIN. AND WE DO. MY GIRL.

I also thought they'd give her Reaper clothes since, well RAD soesn't exist (yet) but. Lol. My dreams were dashed. They did address the issue of why she was wearing it to excuse the lack of a new design, which made me lose my shit laughing. Okay fine, I'll drop it for now, Solmare, BUT MY GIRL DESERVES MORE CLOTHES. I WILL BE WAITING.

Also the casual drop that she has a sister named Candy. Now I wanna meet her.

Anyways I digress, I love Solomon and I said I trusted him with my life. Until now, because this fucker dropped this shit on me and I legit had to put my phone down for a couple of seconds.

Son of a bitch. You kitchen-destroyer menace. You death-chef bastard. You can't ask THIS of me. Out of ANYTHING you could've asked mc, this fucker pulled the worst one. I'm so mad because I refuse to lose trust in Solomon in Nightbringer despite this story bombs being dropped on me, but this combined with something else later in ch11 makes me want to be wary. But I also don't want to, because despite all story hints, I don't believe for a second they'd hurt mc, so I'm grabbing every bull thrown at me by the HORNS and every single one of you WILL BE SAFE by the end of this story OR SO HELP ME.

Speaking of horns. The demon bros follow us, obviously, except for Beel (who we knocked out in lesson 10), Belphie (who stayed behind with Beel obvs and also he wouldn't come to help us because he's hurt and angry and the Lilith wound is still fresh I get it Belphie I DO—but DAMN it STINGS) and Satan who already had stayed back at the House and my boy is missing this whole party. I legit yelled when I heard Mammon's scream in the Reaper's Cave.

I loved how Asmo, Levi and Mammon came to warn us that Lucifer was coming, because they're worried and I love them so much I COULD KISS THEM. I kinda wish the Mammon turned into Little. D gag didn't last for the rest of the lesson though. Asmo himself ways it makes this thing less serious. Oh well. I hope he gets turned back soon bc shit went down later and we need EXTRA HANDS ON DECK.

and finally I got the option that I wanted: that we wanted to talk to him. Or we can defer to Solomon. If my eyes keep narrowing at him I might as well close them and fall asleep. Anyways hell no, Sol dear, sorry.

So when he appears down we go. Everyone's worried sick. Solomon reminds us about siding with humanity if things go down bad and while I adore my fav sorcerer, I refuse to fight the demon brothers, so my choice was made in case they made me pick a side (and I was scared they'd make me choose lol). Anyways Solomon and Lucifer looked about ready to rip each other apart, but Lucifer held him in place and I was. Not expecting that. I thought Solomon would be able to fend him off at least a little bit, but I was wrong.

Obviously his target is us. Not Solomon. Oh boy.

I love this man so much. He's obviously wary of us because we have power over them and he sees it as a threat to his family, so I can't hold his anger against him even as he froze Solomon on the spot (not literally but, well, I bet he would have) and kinda. Tried to attack us. Oops. However, he doesn't know us, and he's doing what he thinks it's best to protect his family. I kinda get his point even if I don't agree with it, and it kinds reminds me of the Belphie situation in the og one: he's doing what he thinks is best, but he Fucks Up because we've been nothing but helpful and well, he's probably seen we've been helping his brothers. They defend you, too, but Lucifer is Not Having it for the moment.

Here has a choice that I love, if you pardon my Luci brainrot for a bit:

If we choose that one it doesn't clarify what we mean, but we gain points with him, because we know. He's hurt. Plus we have the ring, and again there's the fact that we have power over them, that they gave us, yeah, but they don't know about it. He's probably freaked out, at least a little bit.

Anyways I love Thirteen for busting our asses free and throwing us a Grimoire, which can be used to control demons, apparently, and if it was mentioned in the og I forgot about it. Oops. Well, I love that our only option is to give Luci the grimoire as a gesture of good faith because they're our demon family and just like Luci, we're doing our damn hardest to protect all of them.

If you say "I love all of you", you get points with Mammon, Asmo and Levi. If you choose that you want to protect them, you gain points with Luci instead. I need a second-

And this is when shit goes down for me because SOLOMON LOOKED SO DISAPPOINTED WHEN YOU HAND OUT THE GRIMOIRE????? And Thirteen did say he wanted it... because the Grimoire allows control over the demons. Sol is not making it easy for me here in this damn game.

(edit: also apparently it's. it's the goddamn Grimoire that's over Lilith's tomb in the og game, the one Luke finds when they go down to the Catacombs. Holy shit.)

And with the previous "siding with humanity" dialogue it's just. Alarm bells all over, non-stop. I don't know if we get different choices if we lean on Solomon too much, or if MC is following their own path in this mess so it doesn't matter what we choose before. Do we have a choice? Or MC has their own path that they will follow, which is protecting their family? Mind you, my mc's family is all of them: Demons and Purgatory Hall, so before choosing a side they'd stop this "war" from happening. I think this is what mc will choose, if it comes down to it. Perhaps this is what Nightbringer wants? But no demons/angels/humans war happened in the future where we come from, so it wouldn't make sense unless it will happen after our future time, where we can't stop it for some reason, and the only way is to send us to the past so we fix this mess before it happens.

Can you imagine? Barbatos sent us to the past because we can save everyone. I'd say Solomon followed without Barbatos knowing, but... I'm not so sure. My trust compass is going nuts, and I don't want to. I want to trust Solomon. I hope after the Grimoire thing he lets it go, because he has to know mc better than that: he has to know mc would choose their family over everything else in a heartbeat, and if there's a choice to stop this war-mess from happening, they will do it, even at their own peril. Maybe Solomon is trying to stop us from fucking dying because we'll end up choosing that option, who knows? It's an scenario that could fit. If the demon family was the cause of mc's death I think Solomon would burn down the House of Lamentation without a second thought to spare if it mean saving mc. Which is a problem.

There is an extra tidbit before the demons show up in the Reaper's Cave, where Thirteen tells us a bit more of Solomon lore, with a sprinkle of Barbatos.

I'd think Barb and Sol were working together, honestly. Even if Barbatos hates his guts now for some reason lol. If Solomon had done something grave, I think Barnatos would be way less lenient with him. As far as I can tell, he's just annoyed at the moment, so... no world-threatening betrayals, hopefully?

Back to the present with Luci and the present brothers. We give them the Grimoire, and then we fuck up.

Solomon tried to make us promise to aid humanity before, but both Thirteen and MC stopped in their tracks. Thirteen said "it's against the rules". If it's in the og, I forgot about it o(-< but by their reaction, it doesn't sound good. While doing this draft, I saw someone (edit: it was "still a morosexual help", bless them I love their om comments because I tend to ramble and miss points and reading their stuff help me keep in track of little things I missed!) say it might be because it's a bind. So, well, shit.

And we get a cliffhanger with that line as the end, because screw us, that's why. Who's responsible for these two cliffhangers in a goddamn row. I just want to fucking TALK. I started this lesson at 2:30am when I saw the notification and it's almost 6am now and the energy I gained doing this has died down.

The writing sure feels like it's gone up a notch. I'm living for it, honestly. Can't wait for Lesson 12 and see how we screwed up. If it's a bind, well, we'll roll with it lol.

aaand TO LESSON 12 WE GO

#Anne plays obey me! nightbringer #long post #saving this just like the other post for posterity so i can look back to it!!#nightbringer spoilers #obey me!#obey me! nightbringer

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kinadestiny2 · 1 year ago

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Oc Lore Dump: Their relationships with NPCs

Ulysses-3 is loved by most of the tower’s people. He is dumb, big hearted titan who cares about other people’s well-being. He is trusted by Zavala and Ikora.

The one that doesn’t vibe with him is obviously the Drifter. He accused Drifter to the Vanguard during the gambit season. Drifter knows that he did it for good intentions but still doesn’t fully trusts Ulysses.

Saladin trusts Ulysses, but sometimes thinks how rigid and awkward that titan is, and it reminds of himself.

Zavala is worried a lot about Dawn. He knows that they really doesn’t enjoy being a guardian. He can’t understand it, but he still gets the glimpse of that disdain against the Traveler.

Saladin feels bad about Dawn. They went through Dark Ages like Saladin did, and Saladin often thinks about how their life would have changed if the Iron Lords were able to take Dawn into their community.

Drifter and Dawn are good friends. Drifter somehow thinks that they are horrifyingly empty and depressed, but that’s common to people who survived the times.

Osiris doesn’t enjoy Ulysses’s company. They don’t listen to each other, always tries to do things their own way, and ends up fighting. Saint-14 thinks this is funny.

Mithrax is scared of Dawn. He doesn’t admit it because he’s the Kell, but there’s something about that titan… something is just off.

Hawthorne and Ulysses are good friends. Ulysses does a lot of things to make the citizens’ life better and Hawthorne appreciates that.

Amanda and Ulysses used to be good friends, too…

Ulysses isn’t very close to Crow. After the Season of Nightmares they become a bit closer, but they aren’t friends. They would never be, probably. Ulysses tries his best, but keep sees Uldren in him, and that leads to just separating himself from Crow.

Dawn thinks Crow is a “pitiful creation of authority’s game”. They care about Crow but Crow is bit scared about Dawn, too. At least he knows that they are one of the few people that understands him.

Styx-5 thinks Crow is a dumbass emo boy but they’re still friends. She doesn’t like his hairstyle tho. She thinks it’s Edgy af

Styx is a menace to tower… in a good way. She is a troublemaker but a cool one. She makes Zavala cringe a lot.

Seriously. Zavala is worried about Styx. He thinks she might do something real dumb and then die. She reminds him of Cayde… a bit.

Styx had a crush on Elsie Bray. Elsie knows this because it was so obvious. But her attention span is so short that she can always move onto a new crush.

Styx and Shaviks are like little granddaughters to Saint-14! They are adults but Saint still treats them like teenagers. Osiris doesn’t like this. He thinks they’re immature and stupid. Especially Styx. At least the Eliksni kid is polite…

Shaviks is afraid of Misraaks. She respects him and thinks he’s a good leader, but her abusive ex-family was also shipstealers like old Misraaks. Misraaks is aware of this and feels sorry about it.

But Shaviks loves being around Eido. She thinks Eido is the coolest person in the whole tower and follows her around. She hopes Eido is her actual sister. Eido adores this idea but at the same time she feels bad for Shaviks.

Mithrax appreciates Styx’s contribution to Eliksni quarter, but hopes that she stops drinking too much at Spider’s bar.

Spider thinks Dawn is annoying as hell. Dawn thinks Spider is cute. They hang out around him a lot, but they never drink. Spider hates it. You don’t spend a goddamn glimmer at my bar and keeps annoying me with stupid questions?

Spider doesn’t like Shaviks either. Mostly because she doesn’t drink either. Also her name reminds him of Rakis’s brother…

Styx and Ulysses are Spider’s good customers.

Dawn is friendly to Variks. They understand each other. Variks is afraid of them, a bit. He sees the void inside of them. But then it makes him realize that the void is made out of multiple layers of sadness caused by dead hopes, loss, and grief… just like many Eliksni who survived the whirlwind.

Will add more later at different post!!

#destiny 2 #d2 #kina's d2 ocs #destiny oc #destiny guardians

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lorspolairepeluche · 1 month ago

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From the new Rook questionnaire: 1, 6, 14, 17, 25

1) Where in Thedas is your Rook from?

Rio: Rivain! But also not — they’re from a semi-independent port town led by a rare stationary Dalish clan that guards an archive of knowledge inside a crystalline tower. (go poke @gwynbleiddyn about Dhavan’an if you want more info.) Candy: She doesn’t know where exactly she was born; she only has hazy memories of the place. Treviso is the home she knows. Korbl: The Necropolis. Konstanze was in charge of a small section of her own, and she raised him there, but as he got older, he explored more. Irri: Where he was born? Par Vollen. Where he considers home? Arlathan Forest. Whit: A village outside Kirkwall. Kyr: Minrathous; one of the decidedly lower districts.

6) What companion is Rook platonically close with?

Rio: Taash! Lords of Fortune stick together. For gold, glory, and gender! (And dragons!) Candy: At first? No one. Eventually, to her initial chagrin? Lucanis. He was a spoiled princeling, she thought. But then he was as scared for Treviso as she was, and he wasn’t the haughty bastard she expected. Korbl: He and Emmrich get each other, in the way that only fellow Mourn Watchers can. (Harding too — they’re both dwarves with weird relationships to the Stone.) Irri: He and Bellara can talk a mile a minute at each other, and no one will catch a single word, but they’ll understand each other perfectly and then blow something up. (Accidentally.) Whit: Wardens get each other. Whit and Davrin have similar views on life besides. Kyr: She finds a fellow in Neve — fighting for the little guy in Minrathous by sticking it to the big guy.

17) Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

Rio: Yeah! They love adventure! Big, world-shattering plots and efforts to foil them aside. Candy: It’s miles better than being a Crow who was in the dark in occupied Treviso. Korbl: He does. He was worried at first that it would feel too strange to be outside the Necropolis, but he reminded himself of his childhood dreams of being a Nevarran dragonslayer. Irri: Gods, yes. Absolutely. He’s flourishing in the freedom to travel and do things. Whit: Reminded them at first of the first time they left their home — chased out by an angry mob who wanted to murder Whit’s brother and killed their father instead. Better now, but still not where they’d prefer to be, with the regularity of the Warden day-to-day. Kyr: She misses Minrathous sometimes. But she’s having a goddamned effect out here that she only ever had before when she fucked up that slaver ring.

25) What specialization (added by me: for another class) best represents your Rook? (because otherwise it would just be their specializations)

Rio: Saboteur. Explosions!! Candy: Reaper. High-risk, high-reward. Korbl: Death Caller. Duh. Irri: Evoker. He’s almost envious of mages’ innate connection to the world and its elements. Whit: Spellblade. Hitting hard and keeping allies on their feet besides. Kyr: Saboteur as well. As Rio said, explosions.

rook questionnaire

#a murder of rooks #sario laidir #candiano de riva #korvinian ingellvar #irhim aldwir #whitaker thorne #kyrie mercar #FANKS AGAIN SMIF #bladeverbena

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blimbo-buddy · 3 days ago

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actually here’s a ranking of which duo would have the most beef between each other based on my rewriting of Mobilewashing from least aggressive to most aggressive

5. Shinsuke and Daisuke: I headcanon them to be cousins in my rewrite of the mobile game, they’ve been nearly glued to each other from the beginning and despite living in Florida and California respectively they talk so much on face time. People think they’re brothers with how close to each other they are. The most beef they get into is typical family stuff but also the fact that Daisuke is more out there and that causes a bit of push back from Shinsuke sometimes

4. Nurse and Anya: No bad blood between these two I’d imagine. Though Anya may be a tad bit (okay maybe secretly super) jealous of Nurse’s incredible medical capabilities and the fact that Nurse got into medical school on her first try (she mad as hell). A lot of it would be one-sided on Anya’s end but I would say that Nurse just feels bad for her, she’s trying and trying and yet keeps failing but she keeps trying, kind of sad to her, lot of accidental pity. I think they’d be good friends beyond that though, nothing more to say

3. Captain and Curly: Originally was going to put them at spot 2 but I think Curly would just feel really bad for Captain and not hold ill will towards him. Like Captain tried crashing the ship to stay with a bunch of people who he saw as family. Of course that doesn’t excuse the attempted murder-suicide and Curly is rightfully scared and scornful of it but there’s a deep sense of pity in the back of his mind. That’s really how it is with these two, pity. Captain would have more of an angry pity though because “What do you mean you’re trying to ‘work on your life being a place you don't have to fucking escape’? Isn’t your crew enough? They’re like family for god’s sake!”.

2. Swanz and Swansea: So they’re not super aggressive towards each other like how the number 1 spot duo is, but they’re like if you stuck the two angry as fuck uncles in the same room. Swanz often has a very “I don’t give a fuck do whatever” attitude about being a mechanic and Swansea is a little more strict on making sure that you stick to like, safety precautions and teaching the basics. Swansea sees that Swanz lets Shinsuke walk around heavy machinery with open toed sandals with socks and flips the fuck out

Swansea, red as a ripe tomato: “What do you MEAN you’ve been just lettin’ your goddamn intern walk around HUGE MACHINES AND PIPES this WHOLE TIME with SANDALS. And then you BARELY teach him JACK SHIT and expect him to know what every little fuckin’ wire does instantly? Are you trying to get everybody killed in a freak accident?! The fuck is wrong with you this is the most irresponsible shit I’ve seen, and I thought Pony Express hired some dumbasses waitin’ to be carried out in a body bag. Do you want that kid killed or somethin’, just wanting to get charged with manslaughter or some shit? God you’re givin’ me a big ass headache I can’t stand you”

Swanz who has been blacking out this whole time: “M’yuh-huh”

needless to say, Swansea thinks that Swanz is an irresponsible jackass and Swanz is winning the “I don’t give a fuck” war. This is as best as I can explain it. However there's still a level of respect between the two and I think they cut each other a bit of slack due to some shared background in addiction. I think they like to joke that their interns got swapped on accident

Jim Co-Pilot and Jimmy:

Curly and Captain get into a heated argument over whether snow sports (Curly) or beach sports (Captain) are better. Gone wrong gone violent cops called

#blimbo rambles #self rb #mobilewashing #the listerine game #gonna make a rewrite/au tag for mobilewashing soon actually

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moonlightsolo · 3 years ago

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your nerd.

summary: your little brother, dustin henderson, forces you to sub in for a game of d&d. you can’t help but take a liking to the president of hellfire club- but it seems, that your best friend, steve harrington, feels the opposite.

wc: 9.5k

pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader

warnings: major szn 4 spoilers, mild language, so much angst, jealous!steve, heavy smooching, suggestiveness, mentions of death & if you squint hard enough there’s a sprinkle of steve x reader.

note: yeah, 9k. its mental illness luv. (also when you see ~ it's a time skip) gif is @gayshipsandanxiety :)

“come on! you have to!” your little brother dustin is begging on his knees inside the classroom of your journalism club. his hands are folded in a praying position as he stares up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“i already told you no, dustin. now leave me alone! i’m busy.” you continue working on your project in journalism class, scribbling notes on the margin of your paper.

“you don’t get it, you have to do this for me. you have no choice or else your brother is going to get his ass kicked!” he hops up from his position, hand slapping over the papers that are scattered on your desk.

your head snaps towards him, “who’s going to kick your ass?” your voice is stone cold, pure coldness written on your features.

there’s no way in hell you’d let anyone put a finger on your brother.

“eddie!” he exasperates, throwing his hands up in the air like you should have known the answer to your own question.

“eddie?” you scoff, “eddie who?”

“eddie goddamn munson.”

your glance over at your friend nancy sitting beside you, “munson? the freak?” she almost chuckles as she continues to move articles around for the hawkins newspaper.

all you can do is groan, knowing you’re not going to be able to get out of this one.

“fine, but only this one time.” you hold up your pointer finger in his face to emphasize it, “only this once...” you sigh in defeat as you clean up all your papers, organizing everything back into your backpack.

you can’t wait to graduate this year so you don’t have to deal with this shit anymore.

“thank you, jesus!” dustin shouts to the ceiling, making the other students in the class shush him.

once your backpack is slung on one shoulder, your brother snatches your wrist and tugs you out of the classroom. your feet fail to keep up with him, stumbling through the corridors from his fast pace. “slow down, dude!” you scold him.

“no i can’t. we’re so late!” he curses under his breath as he drags you to the empty part of the school. mike wheeler is waiting outside of a classroom door, rocking back and forth on his heels nervously and looking at his watch.

when he spots you both, his lanky arms fly up into the air dramatically. god, he looks so nervous. who’s this eddie guy they’re so scared of?

“what took you guys so long?! never mind- who cares. let’s just get in there before we’re in deeper shit.” mike goes to grab the handle of the door, but you pause his movements.

“i swear if this shit is lame, i’m walking out.” you threaten and squint your eyes, pointing at them both. dustin just rolls his eyes at you.

they’re both silent as they swing the door open, the sound of rock music filling your ears.

“finally! do do do dooo!!” someone plays a fake trumpet with their mouth, “they hath arriiiiiiived!” the music is reduced to a lower volume. you recognize the song as ‘detroit rock city’ by kiss.

you look around at the cluttered area with wide eyes. it looks like the theater kids storage closet. numerous amounts of props and multi-colored lights scatter the ceiling and stand tall from the floor. it’s almost too overstimulating for your brain.

you stare at the long table down the center of the room with scattered dungeons and dragons game pieces on the surface. a hellfire club emblem hanging behind it on the wall and a throne at the end of the table. this is nerds heaven right here.

there’s a few punk-esque club members are standing to the side talking, their eyes immediately drawn to you as you walk in.

a wild haired man appears from behind an object, his dark doe like eyes take in the people standing in front of him.

“isthis that eddie guy you’re so worried about?” you almost snort out a laugh. you’re slightly bent down to be able to whisper to dustin who elbows your side in response.

the president of the club doesn’t entirely react until he sits in the carved chair, folding his ring adorned hands in front of him with a dramatic sigh.

“absolutely not.” he stares you down with an amused look, as if you being here is a joke.

“you asked for a sub, we delivered.” dustin gestures to you with a close lipped smile.

“this is hellfire club, not cheerleading practice.” eddie snickers evilly at his little joke.

“i’m not a cheerleader, you dip shit.” frustration bubbles inside your chest from this extremely mistaken man. you attempt to control your temper by taking a deep breath through your nose.

dustin and mike tense up from your insult, both of them taking in a sharp breath. “my, my… miss priss speaks!” he exclaims to his minions who are now standing behind him, his eyes widening in excitement. one of them chuckles.

eddie flies up from his seat, hands hitting the table with a bang. he slithers out from behind the table and arrogantly saunters towards you. with an evident smug look on his face. you can feel the heat traveling up your neck to settle on your cheeks as he grows closer.

“and what’s your name, spirit fingers?” he stops in front of you, staring you down.

the way the dim lights highlight his face and how close he is to you makes you choke up.

wait, he’s actually really cute.

“y/n… y/n henderson.” you clear your throat as you stand up straight, staring right back at him with the same fervor.

he cackles, “so this is your infamous sister, huh?” he glances over at dustin who swallows nervously.

“wow. you’re sooo smart.” your tilt your head with a little puff of laughter. a few of his pals laugh at your comment, which makes eddie’s head dart towards them. their laughter quickly stops.

eddie quickly reciprocates the attitude, “what’s your class and level? level one, dwarf?” he emphasizes the last word with a sneer.

the sound of giggling from behind him makes your blood boil. you’re glad dustin and mike know to keep their mouths shut or else you’d make their life a living hell.

“actually, my name is lady phae. and i’m a chaotic good, half-elf rogue, level sixteen.” eddie’s face drops as you begin to name of your rankings, his buddies share worried glances.

“and i will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri- and i’ll laugh as i watch them die a slow, agonizing death.” you continue to stare him down in the eyes, your heart slamming against your ribs from the adrenaline coursing through you.

“so, are we going to do this or are we going to keep chit-chatting? or should i just leave..?” you go to turn towards the door, turning your attention towards the exit.

eddie’s hand reaches out to grip your wrist, urging you to stop; the coldness of his rings burn into your skin. his frizzy head cocks to the side, looking at you with an emotionless face. his dark eyes glance between both of your eyes and your lips. the sight makes the collar of your shirt feel too tight around your neck.

a cocky grin slowly pulls up on the corner of his plush mouth. one that you wish to… no stop. don’t think like that!

he continues to hold eye contact with you. making it seem like you two are the only ones in the room right now.

“welcome to hellfire.” his speaks to you lowly from his close proximity. his hand outstretches for you to shake which you gladly take with a proud smile. the spark appears once again when his skin touches yours. his eyes shoot down to your hands before pulling away just as quick.

the team gathers around the table as eddie takes a seat in his throne behind a big book. he dramatically tells the story of lord vecna, revealing he’s alive. everyone around the table panics, except for you. truly, you have no idea what’s going on in their storyline.

mike slams his hands on the table, and dustin rubs his hands over his face stressfully. every single one of their eyes are full of horror like they’ve seen a ghost.

“but vecna lives!” eddie slams the character down on a tiny handmade throne.

you can’t help but let your eyes roam up his now naked arms arms, admiring his tattoos. he takes a long glimpse at you, it seems as if he sensed your eyes on him.

he can’t help but smile slightly, hiding behind the book so nobody notices his flushed face.

the game continues on and your team decides to fight to the death. the intense game continues, your team members make some good hits and mostly some really unfortunate ones.

your squad is picked off one by one, now being left with only two players. you’re all forced to make a decision. to attempt to defeat vecna- only 15 hit points left and 12 hit points between yours and dustin’s character.

with one truly badass line, dustin decides the fate for his team, “let’s kill the son of a bitch.”

eddie tosses the d20 to dustin, who rolls it on the table. your breathing stops as you peek over his shoulder, watching with wide eyes as it stops. it’s an eleven. “that’s… a… miss!” eddie madly shakes his head with a cheshire cat grin on his face.

“no!” you wail, gripping your little brothers shoulder as you drop your head down to look at your feet.

now, it’s all up to you. eddie retrieves the dice to toss it to you, “good luck, princess.”

the nickname sends a shiver down your spine, giving him a nervous look. you shake the die in your hand, taking a deep shaky breath before releasing it onto the table.

everyone intensely stares, watching it roll and twirl on all of it’s sides. it seems as if everyone stopped breathing in this moment, like the earth spinning on it’s axis has halted.

the dice rolls to a stop, “it’s a twenty! a crit hit!” you holler as your team members leap into a giant group hug with you in the center. everyone around you high fives, fist bumps, chest bumps, and hugs.

you bend down slightly, hands on your knees since you can finally breathe normally. you stare at the notorious d20 sitting dormant on the table.

in your peripheral vision, you notice eddie looking at you with some sort of proud smile on his face. you can’t help but reciprocate the same look towards him.

once the club room is cleaned from all the mountain dew cans, and game pieces slightly put away; it’s finally time to leave. you’re thankful that most of the basketball game traffic has died down.

your arm is slung over dustin’s shoulder as you walk down the hallway towards the exit, “that was a great game, d.” you breathe out triumphantly.

“you should come play with us more. i can get eddie to make you one of these awesome t-shirts?!” dustin pulls on the end of his hellfire club shirt. he looks up at you with anticipation in his eyes, hoping you’ll agree.

“yeah, i’d love that.” you bring your brother in for a side hug, squeezing his shoulder.

an arm suddenly swings behind your neck, now resting on your shoulders. “that was such a great game, huh?” eddie leans forward to look at dustin with a grin.

the heavy feeling of eddie’s leather jacket against the back of your neck makes you nervous. he smells like worn out cologne with a slight hint of weed.

“i was just telling her that she needs to come back to play again. you should make her a shirt, ed.” dustin’s eyebrows raise with excitement from the possibility of his older sister joining his club.

“she did play good today. i guess it seems like she deserves it.” he smirks, and you can’t help but try to ignore the heat in your cheeks. all three of you make your way to the parking lot together, his arm still slung over your shoulder. his scent is captivating, hypnotizing you.

when you spot your ride, you raise your hand to wave with a smile. steve harrington, your second best friend from your brother. dustin waves as well, and eddie joins to playfully wave with a derpy smile. through the windshield, you notice steve’s face screw up in confusion. now realizing who’s arm is around you.

“hey man, i’ll see you next week.” dustin does a little secret handshake with him before walking over to the parked bmw and hopping in the back.

eddie slides his arm off of you slowly, letting his hand linger on your shoulder for a moment before dropping to his side. he takes a dramatic step to stand in front you. a sigh falls from his lips with a disappointed look.

“you, unfortunately, exceeded my expectations today, henderson.” you go to respond but he continues, “you’re welcome back… any time.” he clears his throat, “just so you know.” he quickly adds as he scuffs the bottom of one of his boots against the concrete anxiously.

his words make your heart soar, a giddy smile appearing on your lips. you reach behind you to pull a pen out of the side pocket of your bag. the movement makes his eyes lift from his feet.

“hand, please.” you hold out your free hand with a one-sided grin.

“you better not shank me with that.” he eyes you as he hesitatingly lays his hand in your palm. the size difference almost makes you laugh.

you continue by rolling his sleeve up slightly past his watch, scribbling down your ten digit phone number. “for whenever my hellfire shirt is ready or if you have any other questions.” you play it cool before folding the leather back down.

“yeah.. for the uh- hellfire shirt, sure…” he mutters breathily, his voice slightly wavering.

“then i’ll see you around, munson.” you beam before turning on your heel to head towards steve and your brother. you hop into the passenger seat, backpack swung between your legs. some pop song is playing quietly in the background.

“what was that all about?” steve questions, his eyes looking over your face for any sort of reaction.

“oh, it was nothing. i’m joining the club dustin’s in, so i gave eddie my number. he’s technically the president of it.”

“he is the president.” dustin comments from behind you.

you click your seatbelt in before finally making eye contact with harrington. he’s just staring at you, as if he’s trying to read your mind.

“what?” you laugh nervously, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“oh, it’s nothing.” he mocks you before turning the music back up and reversing out of the parking lot.

“it’s grief-stricken day today in hawkins. a student has been found brutally murdered right here in this mobile home park…”

it’s the next day, you’re sitting on the couch with dustin and your mom. the horrific breaking news story interrupting the new episode of perfect strangers. it sickens you to think someone could be capable of taking another persons life.

suddenly, the door bell rings. dustin shoots up to get it, quickly inviting the person inside. it’s max mayfield. you instantly perk up when dustin motions for you to follow them into his bedroom.

“chrissy cunningham?” you hear dustin ask in disbelief, “you’re sure it was chrissy?” you shut the door behind you as you listen to the conversation silently. your eyes are wide as you look between the two teenagers, leaning back against the door.

“yes, she was in her cheerleader outfit. the same thing she was in when i saw her with eddie.”

“wait, wait, wait. eddie?” your face scrunches up in confusion. there’s no way that boy could hurt anyone.

they ignore you, “did you tell this to the cops?” dustin questions again.

“excuse me! earth to dustin and max! you’re saying eddie did this?”

they both turn their heads to look at you.

“i guarantee you eddie is suspect number one right now.” max nods.

“that’s crazy. eddie didn’t do this. no way.” dustin argues.

“well, we can’t rule it out.” max counteracts.

“yes, we can.” dustin says quite surely, shaking his head in disbelief as he paces.

“he’s right. eddie wouldn’t hurt a fly. he’s a very kind person, he’s not like what everyone thinks. he’s not a freak, and definitely not a murderer.” you mumble as your mind races through every possible scenario.

“you don’t know him like i do, max. when we got to high school, lucas made all his sports friends. mike and me? i mean, no one was nice to us. no one except eddie.”

dustin’s confession brings tears to your eyes. you wish you could go back in time and make sure that he was never bullied.

then max compares eddie to ted bundy which sends dustin into another spiral.

“guys! guys! just… shut up! we don’t have time for this. there’s only one person that actually knows what the hell happened and that’s eddie. we need to find him. so let’s go.” you whip dustin’s bedroom door open to march out towards the front, grabbing your keys from the hook; the two kiddos in tow.

of course, not without your mothers worried protests, “we’ll be extra careful, i promise!thanks mom! we love you bye!” dustin yells and slams the front door shut. all three of you scurry to your car and you hop in the drivers seat.

“have you told anyone else about this?” you ask, turning the key in the ignition for the engine to ignite.

“no, i can’t find lucas or nancy, and mike’s in-.”

“california.” dustin finishes her sentence.

“shit.” you breathe out with a shake of your head. there’s only one person you know who would be able to help.

“we need to go see steve.” you reverse your car out of the driveway with a screech from your tires. speedily making a bee-line towards family video.

with a ding of the overheard bell, the three of you scramble into the store- dustin and max leading the way.

the news is playing on the tv and you can’t help but stop in your tracks, heart beating fast against your chest. there’s no way eddie did this. you have to clear his name- whatever it takes.

dustin continues talking to steve, sternly asking him how many phones he has. the sound of people shouting makes your head whip towards the commotion.

dustin shoves his backpack over the counter, completely disregarding the things in front of it. he hops over, his feet kicking tapes to the ground.

steve and robin are shouting at him as he sits down on the chair in front of the computer.

“what the hell is wrong with this damn, kid?” you mutter under you breath. shuffling around to the other side to find an easier way to get in. instead of parkour-ing over the counter, like he just did.

“i’m setting up base of operations here.” dustin continues to type in a frenzy, eyes looking over the keyboard.

you start to help clean up his mess, picking up all the loose papers scattered everywhere. steve and your annoying little brother continue to banter.

“hey, thanks.” robin puffs out an annoyed breath, bending down to help you organize everything. “he’s on a roll today.“ you stand up, hands resting on your hips as you watch dustin.

he’s scribbling down eddie’s friends phone numbers on a handheld white board. “it’s our busiest day. it’s a saturday!” robin groans into the air, putting everything back into place.

you stack papers on the counter, hitting the bottom so they’d fall evenly. someone slides in behind you, hand resting on your lower back. the smell of fresh shampoo and mint.

“want me to strangle him or you want to?” steve grumbles as he organizes some things back into place next to you.

“we can take turns?” you chirp, turning around to look at what dustin is doing.

“can you fill them in while i do this?” dustin scoffs as if you’re doing nothing, “fill us in on what?” robin snaps, obviously at her wits end.

together, you and max explain what’s going on. how she saw chrissy with eddie together last night at his trailer, and how chrissy is the student who got murdered. max explains that her lights started flickering, like how it did when the mind flayer was around. robin and steve look skeptical, but you reassure them that eddie would never do that.

the look steve gives you is unavoidable, glaring at you with a look you can’t quite decipher.

robin opts to help call some of the numbers dustin found to ask around about eddie. while steve continues with his sale tactics on the floor, selling movies to customers. you’re sitting on the counter, kicking your legs back and forth as you watch them do their sleuthing.

you’re more of a beat up monsters kind of girl instead of a detective. max hangs up her phone, “hey guys, i might have a lead.”

“seriously?” you perk up, hopping off the counter to get closer.

“apparently, eddie gets his drugs from some guy named reefer rick? and sometimes eddie crashes there.”

“that’s sounds promising. where does this reefer rick guy live?” robin moves forward slightly, eyes squinting like a true crime investigator.

“see, that’s the thing. no one knows. he’s more of a… legend.”

your eyes continuously look between them.

“what about a last name?” dustin joins.

“bet the cops know a last name.” steve mumbles as he organizes the film case in the front.

“the cops?” you ask, taking a few steps towards him where he’s now leaning on the counter.

“the cops… really, steve? that’s your suggestion?” dustin mocks steve with annoyance written across his features.

“i mean at this point, i think they should be filled in on what we know, what’s going on.” he tries to recover but just digs himself deeper into a hole.

“you think eddie’s guilty, don’t you?” you question.

“woah! i believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit.” his words make you turn your head to glance at max, who looks just as confused as you are.

“i just, you know… i don’t think we can rule it out.” he rubs his hands together nervously, eyeing everyone standing in front of him.

“that’s exactly what they’re trying to do, steve.” you scoff and furrow your eyebrows at him.

dustin and robin go to town against steve. ridiculing him for trying to find a girlfriend and sell movies to babes instead of finding eddie.

suddenly amidst their arguing, robin sits down at the computer. “maybe we don’t need a last name.” she pulls up family video’s database, typing in the name rick.

it pulls up twelve rick’s, “that’s a lot of rick’s.” you comment, peeking over robins shoulder as steve slides in beside you.

robin begins to click on each of them, narrowing it down by the kind of movies each rick has rented. you all vote to pass on the ones that don’t fit the drug dealer persona.

until you reach, rick lipton. with multiple cheech and chong movies in his history, and he also lives on 2121 holland road- which is in the middle of no where.

“total stoner.” you laugh along with them, “but that address is out by lover’s lake. perfect place to hide.” you point out, raising your eyebrows as if you cracked the case.

“let’s go. i’ll drive.” you snatch your keys from the counter. steve swaps his work vest for his jacket before running behind you. everyone follows in a line as robin officially switches the open sign to closed and locks the door.

you hop in the drivers seat, steve slides in the passenger seat next to you, and robin squishes herself in the back seat with the children.

the engine of your car revs to life, before you quickly pull out of the parking lot and towards lovers lake. you can’t help but admire the sunset, but going out to the lake at night sounds absolutely terrifying.

by the time you arrive, night has fallen over hawkins. you slowly get out of your car, eyes carefully taking in your surroundings. the forest around the house creaks with the wind and branches snap.

“come on. i got you.” steve motions for you to follow him, reaching his hand out to hold yours. once your fingers wrap around his, steve’s thumb rubs gentle circles into your skin. it’s actually not that weird for you guys to hold hands. especially if one of you is scared.

robin, max, and dustin are already at the house with flashlights calling out for reefer rick and ringing the door bell.

you steal steve’s flashlight from his hand, looking inside one of the windows for any sign of life. “come on, eddie. we’re trying to help you.” you breathe out under your breath.

behind your back, you can’t see how steve’s head turns toward you when you say that. he slowly eases his hand out of yours when you go to tag along with max.

“hey guys?” you beckon for the rest of them to follow when you see the boathouse light is on. all the flashlights point towards it as skeptical glances are shared amongst the group.

“let’s go check it out… i guess.” you breathe out wearily before max takes the lead to go investigate.

everyone is silent as she walks through the door first, her flashlight moving around the entire muggy shed.

“wow, this isn’t creepy at all.” you scoff sarcastically, sticking by steve’s side. his hand is on your lower back, leading you forward.

“what a dump.” steve grabs your flashlight to angle it up at the ceiling. the sound of the dark rustling water freaks you out even more.

out of curiosity, you pull away from your safety net called steve to walk with your brother. “are you scared?” you whisper in his ear, making the boy jump.

“no. not at all actually.” he brushes off what just happened, slightly clearing his throat.

steve grabs an oar from the wall, reaching over the hole in floor to jab the tarp covered boat. the sound makes you jump, “what are you doing?!” dustin whisper yells at him.

steve continues to violently stab the oar into the boat, “he might be in here.”

“then take the tarp off!” dustin exclaims, throwing his hand up to gesture to the boat.

“seriously, just take it off? what are you trying to do? hurt him?” you almost laugh at the scene unfolding in front of you.

“if you’re both so brave, why don’t you just take the tarp off?” steve makes a very valid point, making you shut up.

you shrug in agreement and continue walking with dustin, looking around at every crevice for any sort of clue. the floorboard creaks under your feet, making it even more eerie if that was even possible.

“hey, look over here.” max nods at a pile of wrappers and half empty drinks sitting on top of a table, “someone was here.”

“maybe he heard us. got spooked and ran?” robin suggests. “don’t worry! steve will get him with his oar!” dustin proclaims to the group with pure sarcasm, as steve continues to hit the tarp.

“i know you’re being funny, henderson, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died about a hundred times,” another harsh jab at the boat before stopping to argue with your brother, “personally, i don’t find it funny in the slight—!”

something tall emerges from inside the boat, tossing the tarp over their head as it lunges at steve.

“what the shit! fuck! oh my god!” your voice cracks as you screech, hands covering your eyes as you stumble back into the wooden table.

“wait! wait! wait! wait! wait!” steve begs as he’s slammed roughly against the metal wall of the shack, a broken bottle being pressed against his jugular.

“whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! eddie! eddie stop!” dustin calls out to him, urging him to calm down.

you stay glued to the table as you watch the hectic scene unfold through your fingers, pure panic running through your veins.

oh my god, steve. please don’t get hurt.

“eddie! eddie!” dustin shouts powerfully at him to get his attention. eddie’s eyes dart from steve’s throat to the trio and then to you.

when you finally make eye contact, you realize just how scared he truly is. the wild look in his eyes makes your heart fall, you need to find out what really happened.

“it’s me! it’s dustin!” he breathes out heavily, “this is steve!” he reaches his hand out to make a movement towards his hostage.

“he’s not gonna hurt you. right, steve?” dustin asks him.

“right. yeah.” steve huffs out, craning his neck as far away as possible from the sharp end of weapon.

“steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” dustin makes a suggestion. steve’s hand releases the wooden stick, moving slightly to do so.

eddie quickly tightens his grip to make sure he doesn’t move, earning a stresses grunt from steve when he’s slammed back into the wall.

“he’s cool, he’s cool!” dustin reassures him once again.

“what’re you doing here?” eddie mutters out, his voice hushed and face screwed up with worry. you can see his body shaking with fear from all the way across the room.

“we’re looking for you.” dustin points both his hands at eddie.

“we’re here to help.” robin adds to try and help the situation.

“eddie, these are my friends… you know robin from band,” he gestures to robin who plays an invisible trumpet in her hands, “this is my friend max. the one who never wants to play d&d.” dustin moves over to the red headed girl who raises her hand to slightly wave.

“and my sister. you know my sister!”

“eddie.” you speak softly, carefully slipping past dustin, max and robin.

“eddie… it’s going to be okay. we’re on your side.” you confirm, stopping just about an arms length away.

“we are on your side! i swear on our mother.” dustin exclaims and you nod fervently in agreement. everyone else in your gang also swears. “yeah.. yeah. dustin’s mom.” steve chokes out.

eddie’s hand that’s holding the bottle is shaking terribly as he internally battles whether or not to let steve go. his face softens slightly, keeping stern eyes on harrington as he backs away from him.

“ah- jesus…” steve hisses out, stumbling away from him and towards you.

“oh my god, steve… are you okay?” you breathe out, his trembling body envelops yours for comfort. all he can do is nod. your arms wrap around his broad back, holding onto him. your eyes peek over his shoulder staring directly at eddie.

munson’s expression slightly changes for a split second as he watches you embrace steve. before turning to look in the black water, taking a deep shaky breath. he presses his back against the wall, sliding down as he stares off into the nothingness of lovers lake.

steve’s arms unravel from around your waist to sit down on top of an upside down bucket. he breathes heavily, your hand comfortingly rests on top of steve’s head for a moment before pulling away.

your feet drag you towards dustin, who’s trying to gently coax the truth out of him. you bend down to come face to face with eddie, your hand reaches out to rest on his knee for comfort.

he instinctively jumps from your touch, making you pull away with a soft apology. “it’s okay.” he whispers, his fearful eyes look over your features before turning away.

“we just want to know what happened… can you tell us?” your voice is delicate, as if you spoke too loudly it would shatter anything around you.

eddie let’s out a pitiful sniffle, “you won’t believe me.” his voice quivers as he attempts to swallow back his emotions.

“try us.” max urges him.

it takes him a moment to start talking. he explains everything from the beginning. how he met chrissy in the woods near the school. right before the club meeting for a drug deal, then chrissy wanted something stronger so he brought her back to his place after the game.

“her body… just like, lifted up into the air and uh…” he shudders before continuing, “and she just like hung there.. in the air.” he takes a deep shaky breath before continuing.

eddie’s eyes are glassy as he holds back tears, “and her bones.. uh, she..” his face screws up in pain as he relives the moment in his head.

“her bones started to snap.”

your eyes blow wide, an uncomfortable shiver fluttering down your spine. he goes into detail about how her eyes were sucked out from the inside.

“i…i didn’t know what to do… so i… i ran away.” he spaces out again, staring at the splintering wood floor. everyone in your group is silent as they attempt to think about the information just given to them, “you all think i’m crazy, right?”

“no, we don’t think you’re crazy.” dustin shakes his head.

“don’t bullshit me, man!” his voice raises, “i know how this sounds.” his eyes dart around the room for some sort of solace.

“we’re not bullshitting you.” max affirms.

“we believe you.” you nod with a sad, yet reassuring smile.

dustin takes a deep breath, glancing at you for approval and you nod. he starts by mentioning the ‘curse’ of hawkins, “like ghosts?” eddie asks.

“worse than ghosts.” you mutter as flashbacks of the past few years replays in your mind. demogorgon, the demo-dogs, the mind flayer, and now this even scarier, grotesque monster is murdering students in cold blood.

“who’s vecna?” you hear steve question from behind you making you snap back to reality.

your eyes rapidly blink as you come to. attempting to regulate your breathing but still keeping your troubles to yourself. but it seems as if someone has already noticed.

ed is staring at you with concern laced through his features. a slight crinkle between his eyebrows as he watches you.

steve begins to pace, the floor creaking under his pristine sneakers. “okay so vecna… is this spell caster, wizard guy, right? he can… hurt people without even standing beside them?”

“he could be phasing through dimensions? like from the upside down to our world?” dustin suggests, which actually makes a lot of sense.

as they continue their theories within the group, you scoot closer to eddie who keeps a watchful eye on you. “i’m really sorry this is happening. i promise, we will try to do as much as we can to clear your name.”

a small chuckle falls from his lips, “i can’t believe this is happening. like what the hell are they talking about? dimensions and ‘the upside down’?” he makes quotation marks with his fingers in air, shaking his head in disbelief.

“there’s so much to explain, eddie. too much.” you gulp and look down at your lap, “i’ll tell you, but… just not tonight. you need to let your brain rest before i load more crazy shit into it.”

suddenly, his arms are flung around you. wrapping snugly around your neck as eddie pulls you into his chest. you gladly accept it by letting your arms snake around his torso underneath his leather jacket.

his skin is blissfully warm against your fingertips- the heat seeping through his hellfire club shirt. your eyes flutter shut as you sit there in a comfortable embrace with eddie. his breathing shudders in your ear.

you definitely expected him to smell bad from being stuck in a humid lake house all day, but he’s smells quite nice. a bit sweaty, but in a good way.

the silence from the others feels suffocating, making you pull away to look back at them. all four of them are staring at you two, making eddie’s arms drop down to rest on his knees. he clears his throat awkwardly, totally avoiding eye contact with them at all costs.

“what i was saying… is that we should probably get going since it’s late. your mom is probably scared shitless from not knowing where you’re both at.” steve mumbles, a bit too passive aggressive for your liking.

you turn towards eddie, who catches your eyes for a moment. it’s almost as if he’s silently pleading you not to leave him alone tonight.

you stand up with a loud sigh, pulling your keys out of your back pocket. “you guys go ahead.” you toss them to steve, the metal jingles as they fly through the air. his hands instinctively catch them before they could hit his face.

“what?!” steve steps forward, “are you kidding?”

“no, steve. i’m not kidding. he just went through some really terrible shit and i don’t want to leave him alone.” you grimace from his tone.

steve goes to argue with you, his entire face wrinkled with worry, but dustin stops him with a hand on his chest, “come on. the lady has spoken. you can’t change her mind.”

“no, screw that!” he moves past dustin, “i’m not leaving you here with this vecna creep on the loose. i don’t want to find you tomorrow morning with your eyes plucked out or some shit.” he lowers his voice during the last sentence so eddie couldn’t hear.

“nothing is going to happen, steve. now leave.. please just go home, get some rest and tomorrow morning come back with a change of clothes for me and some food.” you pat his upper arm with a smile.

he stares at you in shock, unable to find anything to say in that brain of his.

“come on! let’s go.” dustin grumbles impatiently, yanking on steve’s arm to get him to move, but he stays cemented for a moment.

“last chance…” he breathes out, extending his hand for you to take. you sigh with a shake of your head, pursing your lips in annoyance.

“dustin! cover for me, alright?” you lean to the side to look at your brother. he nods with a thumbs up.

steve can’t help but roll his eyes in defeat. as he’s dragged out of the boathouse by your little brother, leaving you behind with eddie munson. everyone else waves to you both as they slip outside of the door.

once the door clicks shut, you turn around to finally look at eddie. he’s standing up now, leaning on the table adorned with all of his wrappers.

“you know, you didn’t have to do that.” he mumbles as he looks down at his boots, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“well, you didn’t protest when i said i was going to.” you shrug nonchalantly, walking up to rest against the table next to him.

“your boyfriend seemed really upset.” he snickers, picking at his nails.

“my boyfriend?” you snort, “who? steve?”

he shrugs in response with a shitty little grin.

“no, no… he’s not my boyfriend whatsoever. first of all, he’s the ex of one of my best friends. second, he’s not my type and he is also a grade-a asshole sometimes-.”

“sometimes? he hit me with that oar so many times, i can feel still it in my ribs.” he jokes around with a little laugh.

“yeah, he was hitting it really hard. sorry ‘bout that.” you almost laugh, but you look down at your shoes.

“he’s not your type though?” eddie hums inquisitively as if he’s urging you to reveal a secret.

“not my type. super nice, a total sweetheart, but he’s like a big brother to me.”

“ouch. a brother?” he cackles, slightly moving in closer to you, “so what is your type then?”

“mmm…” you tap your chin in thought, “not so clean cut. definitely funny. i really would enjoy someone who is as crazy as me.” you laugh with a nervous shrug, “i dunno…”

eddie smiles at your response, eyeing how you shyly react to his question.

“so who’s getting the couch tonight? me or you?” he playfully asks, pushing himself up from the table as he walks around to look for anything to make a makeshift bed.

he pulls the tarp off of the boat, laying it down on the wooden floor, “for the splinters.”

eddie rummages through the dinghy for anything else, but all that’s in there is empty beer bottles and fishing equipment.

“so, it seems like we’re sleeping on the lap of luxury tonight, princess.” he plops down on the floor.

there’s that damn nickname again.

“mm.. sounds perfect to me.” you follow him down on the blue tarp, laying back with your arms behind your head. your shirt slightly lifts up from you stretching, exposing your midriff. his eyes can’t help but trail over your body, before quickly looking away.

he lays down next to you, letting out a small sigh as he stares at the dark ceiling. you turn onto your side with a yawn, now facing him.

from this angle, the moonlight is streaming in through the window and casting a perfect shadow over his profile.

“you’re pretty, you know that?”

his head turns toward you with his eyebrows raised, “i’m pretty?” he almost laughs, which makes an embarrassed flush settle across your features.

“sorry, that was weird…” you mumble, completely averting his eyes.

eddie doesn’t know what to say. he’s speechless. he just got called pretty by the most beautiful girl in hawkins. before he could respond, you’re talking again.

“goodnight, eddie.” you turn around so your back was facing him.

his breath shudders when he releases it, blinking dumbly from what just happened. “goodnight.” he whispers, before attempting to close his eyes and sleep.

after a few hours of being half asleep, the plastic rustles beside him, making his eyes shoot open from the sound. he sucks in a sharp breath when he sees somebody laying next to him, then he realizes it’s just you.

“hey, you okay?” you look back at him, before turning your body to face him.

“yeah. yeah, i’m fine.” he huffs out, his chest heaving.

it seems as if his heart stops when your hand moves to rest on his arm, “i’m sorry for scaring you, i just can’t get comfortable.”

“oh- i could only imagine why.” he chuckles dryly which makes you laugh.

he sits up to pull his vest and leather jacket off. you watch with wide eyes as he strips down to his hellfire shirt- almost hoping he’s going shirtless, but you’re left slightly disappointed.

“here.” he rolls his leather jacket into a ball, “kinda like a pillow. not sure if it’ll help but-.”

you grab the wad of leather with a thankful smile, “i appreciate it.” although, you’d rather use him as a pillow.

“yeah, no problem.” he smiles before laying on his denim vest, “you’re the one who decided to stay here with me, so it’s the least i can do.”

you turn on your side towards him, leather jacket under your head comfortably. “eddie?”

“yeah?” he answers almost immediately, his eyes gazing right into yours. “can… i just- like…” you struggle to get the words out.

“anything you want.” he answers before you could finish.

your face lights up as you experimentally scoot towards him, moving his arm away from his side so you could fit snugly against him. you hook your head under his chin and wrap an arm around his waist. one of your legs angle up to slide between his which makes his breathing pick up.

“you can touch me, ed.” you mumble sleepily, giving him permission to put his arm around you. his arm comfortably finds a position in the nook where your hip meets your waist.

“comfy?” you ask, looking up at him with a comforting look.

“very much.” he squeezes your side to pull you in even closer, if that was humanly possible.

“hey. my number is still on your arm.” you point out, poking the smudged spot with your pointer finger.

eddie’s breath hitches from the soft touch, “i was actually planning on calling you that night… i just never got around to it.” he confesses.

oh god, you have to kiss him. it’s now or never.

“hey… can i… uh- kiss you?” he mumbles nervously before you got the chance, you can hear his heart thumping against your ear.

“please.” you beg, sitting up slightly to hover your lips above his. he crashes forward, closing the space between you both. his hand slides against your jaw and combs through your hair.

at first, the kiss is uncoordinated, a bit too much teeth and excitement. you pull back to breathe, before going in with a more soft approach. eddie presses his mouth into yours, moving his lips against yours expertly. he props himself up on the elbow of the arm attached to your waist.

“oh my god.” you breathe out in pure shock from how good of a kisser he is, “you’re amazing.” you gasp as one of your hands card through his soft hair.

the compliment makes him chuckle deeply against your lips, making your stomach do flip flops. his mouth opens wide to deepen the kiss, his tongue pressing against yours. he continues to lean forward until your back is flush with the tarp and he’s hovering over you.

eddie pulls away for a moment, your hand gently grips the root of his hair in protest. earning a soft groan from him, “just.. wanted to make sure you’re okay… before i keep going.” he breathes out faintly into the night air.

“no, it’s perfect. please, don’t stop.”

with a cocky laugh, he pounces forward to continue kissing you, his hands carefully roam amongst your sides. one of his knees slots itself between your legs to open them so he can fit between.

your legs impulsively wrap around his hips, pulling him flush against you. he grunts into the kiss from the contact, “eddie…” you breathe out, making him pull back to look at you.

but you push his head down to smoosh your lips back together, “don’t stop…” you say between kissing him, “you… can… touch… me.”

“touch you?”

you hum in response, wrapping your hand around his wrist to move it from your side and up to your chest. he finally catches on as he blindly tugs at your shirt to pull it up slightly. his cool hand slips under your top, traveling up your torso. his hand rests right under your bra, against your ribs. i

“god, eddie…” you mewl out desperately, fingernails pressing into the muscles of his back.

“i’ve been wanting to do this since i met you.” he mumbles against your lips. now making you pull back from it to look at him.

the sight above you is for sore eyes. his wild hair is framing his face, lips swollen and raw from kissing you hungrily. he timidly smiles at you from overhead, leaning down to peck your lips once more. his hand under your top slides down to your waist, savoring the feeling of your skin on his.

your hand cups his jaw, rubbing soft circles into his skin, just admiring his beauty. “what’s on your mind, sweetheart?” he swoops down to graze his lips down your neck.

“mm, i just can’t believe i’m here right now. making out with the eddie munson- in a drug dealers shed on lovers lake.”

he chuckles against you, his fingers playing with your waistband of your jeans. “i can’t believe that you’re here. y/n henderson is underneath me right now. the princess of hawkins high, vice president of the journalism club. bleh.” he jokingly sticks his tongue out in disgust. he pulls back to sit up on his knees, leaning back on his heels.

eddie’s hands rest on your hips, rubbing your hipbones with his thumbs as he marvels at your body. “i’m going to be honest… i really thought you were just like every other girl. spoiled and a total bitch.” he ignores how you roll your eyes, “i always noticed you in the cafeteria or in the hallways and you refused to even look at me.” he lowly laughs, shaking his head. your lips pout in response, feeling guilt tug at your heart.

“the people you hang around with, they don’t like me. they call me a freak, and a nerd- that i’m a low life.”

“oh eddie…” you shake your head, sitting up to grab his face to force him to look at you, “you’re not what they say you are. you’re not a freak and most definitely not a low life. maybe a little bit of a nerd-,” his face scrunches up as he laughs at your comment, “but hey… so am i!” you roll your eyes playfully.

“my nerd, yeah?” he leans forward, his lips ghosting against yours with his infamous grin on his lips. the sound of being his makes butterflies flutter in your belly.

“yeah, your nerd.” you look up into his eyes, your own satiated with pure desire for him. the space between your mouths seals as he deeply kisses you, resuming what was happening earlier.

his hands gently push you back down, your back flush against the cool surface of the tarp. continuing to kiss you, tongue flattening against yours. his breath hitches when the crescent of your nails dig into his back. his hands move to the hem of your shirt, bunching it up on your waist to pull it off.

“you gotta be kidding me…” someone’s voice sounds from the other side of the boathouse. eddie’s vaults away from you, stumbling to his feet to face the intruder.

your eyes fly open, chest constricting with fear as you sit up from your position. instantly catching eyes with who’s standing at the door.

“steve?!” you shout, quickly pulling yourself up on your feet to march up to him. betrayal is written across his features as you try to push him outside. he’s staring at you with an almost disgusted look.

“you seriously wanted to stay here just so you could hook up with him. you realize that he’s on the run from the cops, right?”

“steve, get the fuck out.” you talk through your teeth as you push on his chest gently to try and get him to move. he doesn’t budge.

eddie is standing in the corner with wide eyes, watching everything unfold in front of him.

steve’s hand wraps around your wrist, his strength obviously overpowering you to pull you outside, “i just want to talk to you, please.” he begs softly.

you struggle for a second, grunting as you attempt to free yourself. “i don’t want to fucking talk! i can’t believe you right now!” you shriek, emotion evident in your voice.

“can’t believe me? i never realized you could be capable of doing something this low. do you realize how fucking worried i was about you? i had to come back to make sure you were okay, but i find you sucking faces with him! i’m just trying to keep you safe!” steve motions towards eddie standing at the doorframe as he shouts at you.

ed takes a step outside to follow you both, “she doesn’t want to talk to you. let go of her, man.” his voice is stern, staring at steve like he did when he had him against the wall.

“stay out of this.“ steve points sternly at eddie, “we’re leaving, y/n. come on.”

“i don’t need you to keep me safe, steve! i’m not your fucking girlfriend!” you yank your hand away from his loosened grip, fury burning in your eyes.

steve’s face drops from your words, his tough persona faltering as he takes a step back. “wow… really? you’re gonna go there?” he chuckles, standing there with his hands on his hips, “fine. don’t fucking count on me to be there for you anymore, y/n. i’m done.” he turns on his heel to head back towards your car he drove here.

your heart drops at his last words, panic running through your veins. no, you can’t lose your best friend.

“y/n?” eddie calls out for you, wildly looking between you and steve. his notices how your bottom lip is quivering, tears evidently flowing down your cheeks. “c‘mere…” he comes up to you, wrapping his arms around your frame.

your hands are on your face, trying to hide your emotions as you sob into his chest. eddie cradles the back of your head to comfort you, “it’s okay.“ he mumbles as he leads you back inside.

eddie helps you lay back down on the floor with him, your tears soaking through his shirt as he holds you until you fall sleep.

the next morning, you wake up with every muscle aching in your body. the bright light from outside sears your eyes as if you’re a vampire. you hiss as you roll over, absentmindedly holding his leather jacket to your chest.

“morning, sweetheart.” his gravelly voice mumbles, farther away from you than you expected.

your eyes shoot open to see him sitting at the edge where the boat is hanging. his legs dangling over the water.

“how long have you been awake?” your sleep ridden voice mutters, squinting at him.

“uh… about an hour or so.” he shrugs, giving you a little one-sided smile.

“what time is it?” you yawn, pulling yourself up so you’re sitting on your butt. you rub at your eyes tiredly, “like eight-thirty.” he replies after looking at his watch.

“jesus.” you breathe out and your stomach grumbles angrily. the sound of car doors shutting makes your head perk up, anxiety instantly settling in your chest.

eddie scrambles to his feet to look out the windows to make sure it wasn’t the cops. his chest heaves as he pants, dropping his head when he sees no one.

the metal door to the shack slams open, making you and eddie jump. “jesus christ!” he shouts, fists going up in defensive mode.

all four of them come strolling in, “delivery service!” dustin exclaims with a toothy grin. you can’t help but look at steve, your eyes desperately calling out for him to look at you.

dustin strolls in with the three of them following, steve keeps his head down as he leans against one of the wooden poles. he’s so close to you, but refuses to look up from his feet.

“i brought some cereal, juice boxes, and yoo-hoo! and some clothes for you.” robin takes that as a cue to throw a plastic bag at your face. which you thankfully catch before it could slam into your nose.

“cereal?” eddie perks up, walking straight to dustin who’s unloading the groceries. he grabs a box of honeycomb, ripping the top of the box open and then the bag inside. he savagely sticks his hand inside to shovel it into his mouth.

he offers the box to you and you dig your hand into the food. slowly eating piece by piece out of your palm.

“some reason, harrington’s got a stick up his ass this morning, so don’t even try talking to him.” dustin points out.

steve just rolls his eyes and grumbles something under his breath, making the tension in the room even worse. “example number one.” dustin sighs.

“dustin… just stop.” you lecture, making everyone’s eyes turn to you. even steve’s. “if he’s in a bad mood, then so be it. you always have an attitude and we never comment on it.”

robin stifles a giggle into her hand, and max shrugs in agreement. your brother stares at you with confusion screwed up on his face, “okay then?” you’re not one to let up on making fun of steve, but right now is just not the time.

eddie is standing above your seating position, continuously lowering the box for you to take some more cereal to eat. he taps the top of your head each time before giving it to you.

“did you guys sleep okay?” robin changes the subject with a slightly nervous smile.

you look up at eddie who looks down at you with a smile, “yeah, i think we slept okay.” he answers with his mouth full. robin nods awkwardly as the tension continues to build.

you break the silence, “steve, can i talk to you? outside?” harrington straightens up, clearing his throat as he glances around at everyone who’s staring.

he nods and gestures to the door with his head for you to follow him. eddie grabs your upper arm, swallowing his food before talking. “if you need anything…”

“i know.” you give him a curt nod and a grateful smile before following steve outside. he continues walking for a moment until you’re far enough away from the flimsy walls of the boathouse.

“steve.” “y/n.” you both say each other’s names at the same time. “you first.” he motions for you to continue with flushed cheeks.

“steve…” you take a deep breath, “i’m sorry about last night- truly i am. i didn’t want you to walk in on… that. it wasn’t my intention whatsoever and what i said to you, just wasn’t right at all. i don’t want to lose you, steve. you’re my best friend.” your voice chokes up from the lump growing in your throat.

steve sighs, biting his lip as he watches you get upset. all he wants to do is pull you into his arms and tell you everything is alright.

“i’m sorry too. i should have never have crossed that line.” he shakes his head, “i should’ve trusted you. and i should have never put my hands on you and tried to force you to do something you didn’t want to. i.. i just want to keep you safe. i want to protect you from anything that could possibly put you in harms way… you’re the best thing that’s happened to me throughout all this monster bullshit.” his voice is shaky and he sniffles.

“aaaand, i’ve also had a really big crush on you for a while, and i’m pretty sure everyone knew it.” he chuckles in disbelief, “but i don’t want to ruin what we have. it’s somethin’ special. i don’t want to lose you either.”

you’re fully crying by now, sniffling and wiping your tears and snot on your sleeve. “i’m sorry i’m dumb. i never even noticed you had a crush on me.” you wetly laugh through your crying.

“i’m way too deep in the friendzone. that’s why.” he jokes around, stuffing his hands in his front pockets. “so are we cool?” he asks softly, almost afraid of your answer.

“yes, harrington. we’re cool.” you grin happily, sniffling loudly again.

“come here.” he opens his arms, which you gladly step forward to hug him. relief floods through your body, “i really thought i lost my monster killing sidekick.”

“never.” he shakes his head before pulling away. “let’s go back inside, yeah?”

you nod in agreement, leading the way back to the door. you both slip through the door, making the conversation going on inside halt to silence.

“everything good now?” dustin asks instantaneously.

“just dandy.” you slap steve on the back with a grin before walking over to eddie. he instinctively pulls you into his side, your arms loop around his waist. his jaw crunches down on cereal, the sound reverberating through his body.

“woah, did we miss something?” robin asks with a shocked look on her face.

eddie swallows, slyly looking down at you with a presumptuous grin. “yeah… definitely something.” he leans down to peck your nose, making your face scrunch up. his hand squeezes your hip amusingly.

“wow, we leave you guys alone for one goddamn night.” dustin looks like he’s about to vomit from the sight, his mouth in a frown as he stares blankly.

“i wouldn’t take it back for the world.” you whisper up to him, wishing you could kiss him right now. he chuckles, taking a piece of cereal from his palm, holding it up to your lips to feed you.

you know deep down in your heart, that you'd do anything to keep eddie safe. even if it comes down to putting yourself in harms way.

tags: @cheyenne-dunn-universe @they-adore-shay @eddie-munsons-girlfriend @sapphireplums @daffodil0darling

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sitchski · 2 years ago

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you and joseph have to film a steamy scene together, making you think about him like crazy… just not innocently.

joseph quinn, black!fem reader, grinding

word count: 1.6k

author’s note: first time writing a joseph oneshot! i really liked this one tho and i hope y’all do too <3

you were just a little frantic. infact, scratch that. you were majorly frantic, okay? and you honestly shouldn't be. so why were you?

you were an actress! and joseph was your co-star, who played your love interest. you just needed to brace yourself and get it over with.

you breathed out, admiring your outfit. atleast you looked good. pastel yellow was the colour scheme — a push up bra with underwear a little more suggestive than the bra itself. the robe had very big fluffy cuffs that made it that extra bit playful. your makeup was done simple like you were going to bed but, those eyelash extensions weren't budging. the wig you had laid was long, black and wavy. again, simple.

the show loved by many, star, had just been given a reboot. and your character was new as was joseph's. he played harley; the younger brother of a certain xander mcpherson, the hustler/heartthrob. while you played kenadee howard, a budding artist trying to make it big just like the girls in the cast.

and ofcourse, your two characters begin to have something together. leading to the scene you two were just about to film: your first ever sex scene.

now while sex scenes didn't actually involve any sex, you were still unbelievably nervous. i mean, so far you had only ever filmed kisses and things. stuff you'd never had to act so necessarily vulnerable for.

now all of a sudden, you're half-naked. waiting to get called on set to make out with a man you're good friends with. who just so happens to be insanely attractive. God.

three taps were heard at your door. “knock knock.”

the homely british accent peaked past the wooden barrier getting you to smile. you tied up the robe, before letting him know he was safe to enter.

he came in hesitantly. he kept a respectful distance, which you thought was so sweet of him. however, you caught the way he eyed you in a way that you had never really seen from him before.

the silence was too loud for you not to break it. you chuckled, “too much?”

this got him to snap out of his trance, shaking his head a little bit as his eyes widened from the realisation of what he had been doing.

“oh- no. not at all. you look great. i- i was just wanting to see if you're okay,” he started as he scratched his head. you both eyed eachother for a moment in the mirror, the awkwardness running through the room like a current.

you turned your head to look at him, teasingly answering back, “will you be?”

he chuckled at your remark. his eyes darted to the floor and you noticed you had made him bashful. “well, you're in that. so i don't know if i will be.”

—

“so things are gonna start out slow. okay? then i need a very passionate, almost rough, kind of physicality between you two. think y'all can do that for me?” the director asked you both.

stood side by side but not even daring to make eye contact with eachother. most likely because you were scared. but again, you didn't need to be! you're an actress — a job that required you to step out of your comfort zone.

so why on earth were you so goddamn nervous?

feeling a hand press against the small of your back, you turned to see joseph. “just let me know if you feel uncomfortable at any point, and i'll stop. okay?”

his breath fanning against your face as your faces were only inches apart didn't help this whole nervousness thing. he flashed you a small smile which you reciprocated quickly. rather than just stare into his eyes — which were also nervous like yours — and make things more awkward.

“you're the best, jo',” you thanked him along with pressing a kiss against his slightly reddened cheek.

soon enough, the set is fully situated and your robe was removed and placed on the end of the bed in the apartment used for filming. you get in the bed and shut your eyes, waiting for action to be called.

when it was, you got into character. you were no longer y/n, you were kenadee. and kenadee had an unexpected visitor at the door.

the constant banging of your front door had your eyes open up, disturbed from your sleep. you groggily sat up, reaching for your robe to put on once you had stood up.

the banging still continued as you walked to the door. “alright, alright. i heard you. goddamn...” you muttered under your breath as you tied the robe.

when you opened the door, your face turned to one of shock. then, confusion. joseph, who was playing harley, was at the door. in a black shirt, black jeans and black leather boots. with a single silver chain hanging loosely around his neck and few silver rings adorned his fingers.

“harley? what- i- why—” the only thing you could do was stutter at him. he appeared distressed, tired, afflicted.

he leaned closer to you, hand resting against the doorframe. “is it cool if... if i come in?” he asked, his character really shining through with the new american accent that he put on.

you sighed, shutting your eyes and moved out the way so he can step in the room. even the way he walked in was hasty, like he was antsy about getting something done. acquiring something he was in search for.

“you got a good reason as to why you showed up here in the middle of the night?” you asked. but you weren’t met with an answer. at first.

joseph’s- harley’s eyes were trailing on your- kenadee’s body. they raked over your figure; how the robe accidentally rode up due to the thickness of your thighs. you didn’t want to believe the way he stared was real, but then he did it numerous times. with those brown eyes turning into burning red embers of lust.

“harley. i’m askin’ you sum. you can’t be bothered to hit me up all week and now you come runnin’ up in here—”

your speech was cut off by the abrupt but impactful way joseph placed his lips onto yours. cupping your face in his hands, feeling the coolness of his rings graze your cheeks.

he kissed you hard. hungrily. cutting off his own air by trying to breathe in as much of yours as he could muster. after a couple kisses, you broke off the kiss but still stayed held by him.

“you can kick me out in the morning if you still decide you hate me. but kenny, i can’t-” he breathed out harshly, eyes dancing frantically over your face as he shook his head. “i need you.”

confused, bewildered, you stared at him puzzled. kenadee, your character, had been needing to hear that from harley, joseph’s character, for the longest. you see, harley was brute. didn’t care much for feelings but sure as hell cared for feeling on something, the feeling of being in something. so for your character to hear this from him, finally, was a big step.

“i need you.”

without a second wasted, you kissed him back. tongues grazing your lips and eventually, prodding at eachother as you slipped off the robe and let it drop to a pool on the floor.

you made sure to catch the little ‘oh my god’ he let out under his breath when he caught sight of your body. and you could’ve sworn that was in his natural accent. not his american one he catered to for the show.

it was brushed off because he was now leading you to the bed, kicking his boots off as he lied you down. things got rougher at that point, his hand wrapped around your neck as he tongued your mouth, your hands gripping and tearing at his shirt wanting it to come off.

all the while his clothed bulge rutted against you. now you didn’t know if he was told to do this or not, but he wasn’t being told to stop. and you weren’t complaining. you found yourself getting wetter and wetter.

it only intensified as he offed his shirt; his naked torso exposed to you. the thumping you felt inbetween your legs quickened at the sight of his body, the chain still clung to his chest just attracted you even more to him for some reason.

he kissed you once. hard. then his lips attached themselves to your neck, sucking on your flesh intensely. you hummed at the elating feeling while his hand intertwined with yours — a mixture of endearment and also wanting to pin you down.

he came back up to kiss you on the lips once more, but not before swiping his thumb down your bottom lip. his way of teasing you. gazing into eachother’s eyes was a dangerous thing you were doing to yourself. as you knew it was making you feel and think in a manner that would most likely result in you hurting yourself.

not that it didn’t feel insanely good.

“and cut! guys that was beautiful. the chemistry. just- ugh! i love y’all. okay we’re gonna take five. guys, again, phenomenal job.”

even though the director had yelled out cut, you didn’t want to move. seemingly, neither did he. since his hands was still holding yours and holding your face, thumb sat slightly under your lip.

“you okay?” you inquired, still panting from the intoxicating scene the two of you had just filmed. his wholesome smile he always gave you had differentiated, shifted. it was lopsided, the crinkles from it only showing on one side of his face.

he was smirking.

“are you?”

#joseph quinn #stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x black!reader #joseph quinn x black!reader #joseph quinn stranger things #eddie munson #bwwmromance #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x y/n #love a black woman from infinity to infinityyyy

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pastelsapphy · 2 years ago

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He absolutely knows he only decided to keep going for Saeran. It's an active, conscious thought. Maybe less when he was a little kid, but we do see in VAE that he... does not exactly want to keep going in a world that doesn't have Saeran in it [CW for Saeyoung's despression, self-loathing, and suicidal ideation].

This got really long so putting it under read more

"It's a life with nothing but void, unless I remind myself every morning that I exist for Saeran. But now... I have no idea what I should think about every morning."

"There's no me without him... That's what I've thought since childhood."

"I can't imagine myself living on with new desires. Not without Saeran."

He feels like he doesn't have any purpose left without Saeran. There is no Saeyoung without Saeran. He continued living for Saeran and only Saeran. It was the only thing that kept him going. But now? He's empty; he's been hollowed out and left with nothing. In the next part, Zen even comments that Saeyoung is like a zombie.

I'm positive that his conversation with Vanderwood was less about actually quitting the agency and more about trying to get Vanderwood finish the job. He can't kill Rika and he can't find V--so what's left but to join Saeran? He's even egging them on--cmon Vanderwood, I'm just a pain in your ass, right? You have no reason to be nice to me. Don't you want me gone? It would make things better for you, right? The desperation in his voice when he says "Try again" broke me (Big kudos to his VA).

And I'm perpetually thinking about one of his lines to Jumin--"Watch it. If you talk about him like that in front of me... I won't be able to control myself." Saeyoung wouldn't choose to hurt his friends (even if he might not say RFA are his friends at that moment), but Saeran comes before everything. It doesn't matter who you are. Nothing and no one will ever come before Saeran.

I love the third episode of VAE as much as it hurts, because it's one of the exceedingly rare times we see Saeyoung like this. Emotional, angry, and vulnerable. His masks have been shattered beyond repair and all that's left is the sad, terrified kid who loves his brother more than anything. There's nothing left to hide behind and all that's left is the truth--he's not (entierly) the person he was in the chat. He is angry; he is vengeful; he will do anything without hesitation if it's for Saeran; and he is, and always has been, so goddamn scared.

Also, I went and looked at the full call from the main post. It's an outgoing call at the end of day 8 of Ray's route, "Too kind for my"; seems to be right before Suit cuts off contact with the RFA.

He definitely only admits it because he's already shaken. The exact placement of the call goes with this too, how hard it is to get Saeyoung to admit anything like this. It's an outgoing call--costs hourglasses unless you have his calling card. It's Another Story, so it costs 10 instead of 5. And, I'll have to check how long it's available for, but I'm going to guess it's only after one chat. Probably between "Sorry... it's all my fault" at 18:31, when Zen comes back from interrogation; and "Cornered" at 20:48, when Suit cuts you off from the RFA. Some outgoing calls are available for multiple chats, but I don't think this is one (I'm on day 2 of AS right now, I'll have to check for sure when I get there).

But anyway: by this point Saejoong is getting closer; the hacker disappeared and has come back with new ferocity; he's having a crisis because if he's not the best hacker out there, then what is he good for?; and he fears that the irreversible choice he made, a choice that damned him to protect his brother, may have hurt Saeran in the end. He's toeing the line of a full-on complete and utter mental breakdown. Hell, I'm surprised he's not in worse shape when we find him in RAE, since now he has V and Rika's betrayal on top of it while trapped in a studio apartment with the monster from his nightmares.

Maybe he's too pissed off to breakdown yet. I can only imagine what it looks like when he finally gives himself time to process everything.

I kind of rambled a bit, but yeah. Saeyoung's only reason for getting out of bed in the morning was for Saeran, all the way back to when they were kids. He sees nothing wrong with this, because who is he if not Saeran's protector? The only time his mask cracks is when he's close to a mental/emotional break (even in his own route, he shows his vulnerability after seeing Saeran and when his defense mechanisms don't work on MC).

crying sobbing screaming over saeyoung choi yet again

Been meaning to do something with this screenshot and your post on Saeyoung's parentification reminded me of it... there's a call with him during Ray's route, I forget which one, but he does admit for half a second that he was just a scared little kid too... of course he then goes into how he had to be strong for Saeran, but it's a rare moment where he'll admit something like that. I think it's mostly because you catch him off guard

This might be the only instance where Saeyoung has ever admitted this fact. I think, deep down, he knows that he decided to live in this world because he felt like he had to be there for Saeran, and that was the sole-motivating factor for him. He felt like he had a purpose. That purpose helped him survive.

Was it healthy? No.

But, he was a kid in a bad situation and he had to do something to feel like he wasn't just... born to suffer, you know? Because a lot of kids in his position think they were born to suffer and nothing else. Saeran feels that way a lot... but Saeyoung won't let himself feel it. Will he ever admit this to himself and not deflect it? I don't know... but, I do know that he deserves to have his trauma acknowledged just like he does for Saeran.

#this was not meant to get this long lol #i just can't shut up about about Saeyoung Choi #mysme #luc rambles

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asterlark · 3 years ago

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ok. samwell college of music au. i wrote all four years let's go babey

eric bittle is this lovely southern tenor (sounds kinda like mitch grassi or ben j pierce) who posts covers (& sometimes originals, but always with neutral or no pronouns because he can't post anything that says he or him ☹) on his youtube channel and has major stage fright but is very talented; he also plays ukulele

he got into samwell college of music on a voice scholarship and his dad doesn’t exactly approve but eric was never the 6′2″ masculine football player he wanted anyway so why not go for his dreams

he auditions for the very competitive samwell men’s contemporary chorus (there’s like 20 choirs; chamber choir, jazz choir, a cappella groups (lax bros do a cappella), combined choirs, etc- smcc does contemporary pop/rock music) and while he’s very very nervous and shaky as he auditions, directors hall & murray see a lot of potential in him (with major grumbling from student director jack)

(the rest of this ridiculously long au under the cut)

the group is small, for a chorus, because the point of the group is not a wall of sound but a focus on all of the very talented guys’ voices coming together in these gorgeous harmonies and basically they’re like one of the best choruses on campus and all the male singers want in

so there’s jack zimmermann, who of course eric knows because everyone knows who he is, he’s the son of bob and alicia zimmermann, both incredibly talented and famous musicians, and basically those genes were in his favor because he’s mega fucking talented

(jack was supposed to sign a recording contract to be in a band with his best friend kent parson when he was 17 but something happened between them and the pressure was too much and jack overdosed on something- there’s so many rumors no one knows what’s real- and kent signed solo in LA & went on to win grammys for his albums about a mysterious ex and jack disappeared for a few years to be a counselor at a music camp and reappears at samwell, knocking everyone’s socks off again like he’d never left, except with a renewed vigor and intenseness that freaks everyone out)

jack is a contemporary writing & production major, freaky talented and sings like a modern day frank sinatra, and he plays like 20 instruments and can read music like breathing air and writes songs like if he stopped he’d die; his music is folksy and mournful and he plays all the instruments on his tracks himself- guitar, piano, strings, drums- it sounds like a full band but nope. just jack. he’s intense

“we all get nicknames in this choir,” justin informs eric on his first day, “we’re those kinda guys.” so he’s bitty, which he finds vaguely offensive (bc he’s not that short!) but still cute, & the rest of the group is introduced to him:

“shitty” knight (voice like colyer) is a musical education major and an enigma of a singer with this awesome, earthy, raspy voice that’s really interesting to listen to and a very.... unique style & look; he writes cheesy but shockingly good raps about social justice topics and he will sing-lecture you if you’ve said something offensive (he also plays banjo)

justin “ransom” oluransi is a music business & management major with an angelic voice you can’t help but listen to; he’s sultry and has an incredible range and does runs like nobody’s business (with a voice like daniel caesar or leslie odom jr UGH)

adam “holster” birkholtz is a voice performance major, wants to be on broadway and it’s all he ever goddamn talks about basically, he’s a belter and has a lot of charisma and starpower and he’ll charm the pants off of you within one note; can also play piano and irritates everyone constantly because his regular volume is like a level 11 (voice like the frontman of my brothers and i combined w/ x ambassadors lead singer)

larissa “lardo” duan is at the local art institute because performing arts is not her jam and she’d much rather paint; she’s a barista at annie’s and supervises open mic nights and keeps the annoying choir dudes from driving away all her patrons

“i’m not even in your dumbass choir,” she says when the group gave her her nickname. holster just told her that she was an honorary member and then started sing-shouting a song at her about how good she is

bitty’s first year is hard because he’s talented and he works hard but he shies away when anyone asks him to sing outside the group and like, he can sing to a camera by himself but being on a stage with everyone looking at you and the sole responsibility of the song on your shoulders is terrifying and no thanks

jack does not. understand this. he’s been performing practically since he came out of the womb and he doesn’t really get performance nerves (what he gets is anxiety about how he did after he gets off stage that follows him home and makes it so he can’t sleep) - so he bothers bitty about it constantly like “you just need practice, you just have to sing by yourself a lot and then you’ll get over it” which like.... that’s true but it’s also hella scary and bitty’s like “no thanks!!!!”

but jack’s annoying and intense so he makes bitty do open mic with him every saturday night and it’s going okay and bitty loves his choir and loves his school and these new friends he’s making and he finally feels comfortable enough to come out to them during his second term

then during their spring choral showcase at the end of his freshman year bitty has a solo and he’s worked really hard on it and he’s feeling good- okay he’s completely freaked out but he’s trying to feel good- but when he gets up on stage there’s so many people and the stage lights are so hot on his face and he flips out a little and maybe he passes out from anxiety and stress right on stage and it’s terrible and he’s so embarrassed and ashamed that he ruined their set at the showcase

of course jack blames himself because “we shouldn’t have given you a solo before you were ready, i misjudged it, i’m sorry” - and they all feel kinda bad bc holy fuck they didn’t know his stage fright was that bad like they didn’t know someone could pass out just by being anxious to sing

he practices all the time over the summer and goes to his local open mic at jack’s insistence and it actually helps a lot because instead of a sea of strangers judging him it’s a bunch of people he knows and they’re all smiling at him and when he finishes his song they cheer for him and it boosts his self-confidence a lot

his sophomore year they have three new members- chris ”chowder” chow (voice like ieuan), an excitable music education major with impressive rapping skills, derek "nursey" nurse (frank ocean or leon bridges type), a songwriting major who can also play violin and guitar, and will ”dex” poindexter (like tom west), a production & engineering major who tried out with chowder bc he needed moral support and didn't expect to get in but impressed the directors with his voice

the year’s going pretty good, bitty’s still pretty scared of singing alone but more confident now and the open mic nights with jack haven’t stopped, so he’s getting better. and one night they’re hanging out at annie’s after closing waiting for lardo to be done so they can walk her home, and bitty suggests that jack sing with him one of these nights, and jack says he doesn’t know any of bitty’s songs and bitty says they can write one together half jokingly but then jack is like “yes.” with that Intense Look

SO they get together a couple days later in jack’s room at the house they all live in together (bitty moved in at the beginning of the year after previous smcc member john johnson called him- how’d he get his number?- and told him he could take his room if he wanted), jack with his guitar and bitty with his ukulele, and it’s a little awkward until bitty says jack should play him one of his songs

and, okay, he doesn’t really know what to expect because the only music jack ever released to the public was that one single he did with kent parson when they were 17 so bitty doesn’t even know if he has anything to play him, but he does- he starts playing these soft, sad notes on the guitar and opens his mouth and sings about being lonely and scared and unsure, about false starts and shaky ground and not knowing where you stand with someone, about expectations and lying awake at night and wishing so hard you were someone else, and bitty watches him sing and just kind of... realizes he’s head over heels for this boy and internally Freaks Out a little

he tries to put that aside and they start to write this song, at first it’s weird because jack’s like “all your songs are love songs i can’t really relate to happy love songs” and bitty’s like “listen... i’ve never even had a boyfriend i just write a bunch of sappy love stuff because it’s not about me it’s about whoever’s listening to it, they’re gonna project their own experiences on my music anyway so it doesn’t matter if it’s my real life or not” and jack’s like “alright while fake af that’s smart and i respect you” (what bitty doesn't say is that he writes about what he really wants which is to fall in love & be in a happy relationship)

they say they’re just gonna write this kinda vague sad song but they both secretly write lines about their actual lives so it ends up being really personal and real and raw for the both of them

they sing the song at open mic that saturday and the crowd at annie’s is never that big but they’ve never got a standing ovation here before, and some girl shouts “MAKE AN ALBUM” (it may or may not be lardo) and they both blush furiously and bitty’s like “... that was really nice, jack” and jack’s like “... yeah it was good good job you’re really getting some confidence out there nice work” (bitty: “THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT AAAAH”)

around this time jack’s really thinking about what he’s gonna do when he’s done at samwell, talking with his parents and his agent and looking into different record companies and deciding if he wants to sign with anyone or possibly start his own company- the head of a small company called falcon records in rhode island has been talking to him a lot, and jack talks to bitty about how he thinks it’d be nice to start small, and the record exec georgia and the producer marty had both been really nice and welcoming, and bitty’s so happy for him but also just... sad that he won’t be around jack every day after he graduates

THEN at a haus party celebrating their win of a local choral competition, who shows up but none other than pop star kent parson to Ruin The Fun

bitty sees the way jack pales when kent walks in, notices them disappear upstairs together and feels a little sick worrying about jack but chalks it up to the highly alcoholic concoction shitty and lardo had cooked up but nonetheless decides he’s sick of the party and goes up to his room and hears.... a little too much

and YIKES he’s standing right there and kent parson, pop star, two-time grammy winner, is looking a little rumpled and staring right at him and he puts his hat on and clears his throat and snaps at jack- “hey. well. call me if you reconsider. but good luck with rhode island. ...i’m sure that’ll make your parents proud.” and jack’s shaking, and bitty doesn’t know what to do but jack goes back into his room and bitty’s just kind of standing there like What The Fuck

so.... he kind of stews over winter break but tries not to think about it too much and he and jack text a bit and jack tells him to practice and bitty’s like “oh, you” and jack’s like “im serious” and bitty’s like “>:( it’s christmas”

spring semester starts and they're doing well in competitions and they go to semifinals and then finals for a prestigious collegiate choir competition and the pressure is mounting but they all are so optimistic and really feel like they're on the same page and bitty’s confidence is better than ever and then.... they don't win

jack especially takes it very hard, but then he also has signing to worry about, which everyone helps him with and he decides to sign with falcon records and start work on an album after graduation

speaking of graduation, shitty and jack graduate and it's hard for them but harder for bitty who feels like he's losing jack in a way, he knows how intense jack gets when he's making music and it doesn't feel like he'll have any time for bitty anymore so when they say goodbye bitty goes back to the haus and listens to his and jack's song and just cries

but, like in canon, dadbob has words of wisdom to impart and jack has an "oh" moment and races across campus to kiss bitty

they get together and the next few months are spent with jack working nonstop on his album (which tbh, he'd had many of the songs written already so it's mostly recording and producing) and texting bitty constantly and coming to visit him and playing him demos of all the songs

jack also asks bitty if they can record the song they wrote together & have it as a bonus track on his album & bitty says of course, so when jack visits they set up an impromptu studio and record vocals in the guest bedroom and this deeply personal song they wrote before they were ever together means so much more to them now

and bitty is so happy but so scared and sad too because jack is playing him these songs telling him "they're all for you bits, & a lot of them are about you" and he just doesn't know how he's going to keep all this love inside even though it feels like jack's career is at stake

he tries to shove it down and stay strong though, especially since he's now an upperclassman and they're taking on new members- connor "whiskey" whisk (voice like finneas or the male singer in valley), a music business/ management major who seems to hate bitty's guts and tony "tango" tangredi (like chaz cardigan), a jazz composition major who astounds everybody with his endless questions but also his ridiculously impressive composition skills & naturally perfect pitch (he can also play saxophone??)

i want ford in this au so fuck it she is a composition major with dreams to write scores for musicals and she stars training as a barista at annie's (aka training to corral the smcc)

the pressure of it all proves to be a lot and bitty and jack have their hi, honey moment where bitty's like i can't be this deep in the closet!!! and so they tell the smcc and also jack's label that they're together and that eases things a bit

jack's album comes out to much critical acclaim and shouting in the groupchat ("#1 ON ITUNES BRAHHHHH!!!!!!!!") and several months later, when smcc has already been eliminated from choral competition in an earlier round, jack is nominated for SEVERAL grammys including best album, song of the year, and best new artist

when the time comes he takes his parents and bitty on the red carpet which, everyone keeps being like "who are you here with jack?" and he's like "my family and my good friend :)" and yes it is awkward

jack wins... all three awards. it's the comeback everyone is stoked to see and when his third win is announced, he and bitty are so elated that they kiss before he goes to accept the award

his speech is basically just "um... wow. thank you. i just kissed my boyfriend on live tv. this is amazing and i'm so humbled. i'd like to thank my boyfriend and georgia and marty and my parents and my friends and my boyfriend"

obviously the press has a FIELD DAY with this but bitty & jack are honestly vibing and so happy that it doesn't matter untiiiillll bitty's mom calls and he has to tell her "mama i'm gay and i'm going on tour with jack this summer okloveyoubye"

the last few months of bitty's junior year pass quickly and he's voted student director which is a huge honor considering how much he struggled with stage fright and confidence & how he'll now be stepping into ransom & holster's shoes

r&h and lardo all graduate (the smcc basically crashes the art school graduation and all scream when lardo gets her diploma lmao), which is a bittersweet occasion and they all do a bit of tearing up

that summer bitty goes on tour across the u.s. & canada with jack and his touring band (snowy is a bassist, tater is a drummer and poots does backing guitar, he also brings nursey to play violin on a few songs) as well as georgia who's there to manage logistics

and tour is so fun & chaotic with many bi and rainbow flags in the audience that end up thrown on stage and draped around jack's neck and they spend so many nights in the bus drinking and laughing and fooling around on the guitars and bitty's uke and exploring new cities bitty has never been to before and it's the freest bitty has felt in a long time

summer ends though, and jack leaves for the uk/europe leg of the tour, and with the new school year brings a few new members- river "bully" bullard (voice like gregory alan isakov), a music therapy major who draws his own cover art for his songs, lukas "louis" landmann (like jr jr), an electronic production and design major with a penchant for EDM, and johnathan "hops" hopper (like keiynan lonsdale), a film scoring major who wants to write music for movies and video games

bitty meets and befriends some of the other student directors- shruti, sd of the women’s contemporary chorus; sharon, sd of the chamber choir; and edgar, sd of jazz ensemble (even chad l., sd of the all-male a cappella group)

senior year passes similarly to the comic; coach visits and sees one of bitty’s competitions, jack comes to madison for christmas, smcc does well in competition and goes to regionals etc

however… bitty keeps putting off and putting off gathering the songs for his senior recital

he has a hard time doing that because he’s so focused on the group and making sure they’re performing well and as they advance in competition, everything else starts to fall away

eventually the rest of the smcc has to lock away his uke and change his youtube password and FORCE him to choose songs for it and start preparing because he cannot graduate without doing this recital and doing well on it

he chooses (of course) a beyonce song, a few of his own songs, an ellie goulding song, and an adele song

with all that his breath hitches and his hands shake before he goes on stage, he does really well and his voice instructor prof atley tears up a little in the audience as does his mom

meanwhile smcc goes to semifinals, then finals, of the national collegiate choral competition they participate in

and i imagine bitty faces somewhat less homophobia in this au because i mean, he’s in the performing arts, but i think it’s still there and he also faces a good amount of classism from richer students and performers who think they’re better because they had the resources and money to be performing professionally from a very young age, and he has been practicing via filming himself on a shitty camcorder and posting it to youtube

but they still get there! and the national finals are fucking HUGE and a big deal and a little overwhelming

bitty’s stage fright is Present because this is the biggest stage and the biggest stakes he's ever had and he has a big solo in one of their songs so if he fucks up, he fucks up a national championship for his whole group and school

luckily though, when he steps on the stage with his best friends and sees his boyfriend and family and smcc alums in the audience and they perform their first song, a high-energy pop medley that always gets the crowd going, everything seems to melt away and it's just him living in this moment and singing his heart out

when it gets to the next song and his solo, he forgets to be nervous and belts it out, getting screams of approval from the audience when he finishes

(dex and nursey do have a duet together that they had to practice for many long nights in the practice rooms alone but that's neither here nor there)

their time on stage seems to last both hours and no time at all and then they're done, the crowd gives them a standing ovation and it's at least 30% r&h & shitty's hooting and hollering and jack's enthusiastic clapping that makes bitty & the others beam with pride

then it's just waiting, giddy and nervous beyond belief in their green room, for the judging to be over

after what feels like forever they're back on stage, arms linked together waiting and hoping for their name to be called and it is, they win and it feels like years have built up to this moment, and bitty tears up because years ago when he was fainting from anxiety at having to perform in front of people he never could've imagined that he'd do this, that he'd be the student director that led them to a championship

they get the trophy and a ridiculous amount of flowers from their loved ones and they all are just in giddy disbelief that this is happening, they're national champs!!! they are the best choir boys in the nation!!

they come home and the rest of the school year passes by so quickly that it's very suddenly graduation and bitty can't believe his college career at samwell is over 😢

(he and ollie and wicky take pictures together, o&w talk about how excited they are to devote full time attention to their band & wedding planning and bitty's just like wait you're gay??)

bitty got plenty of offers from record companies but he likes his freedom of creativity and he has a built in fanbase from doing youtube all these years so he decides to make an album independently (jack helps him produce & master it 🥰)

when bitty's album comes out about a year later, full of bops about being gay and in love and having struggled but come out the other side more confident than ever, it doesn't get any grammy nominations- and he didn't expect or need that.

what it does do is it resonates. it makes the rounds in youtube and queer internet circles; people his age reach out to him saying this is the music they wish they had as a kid and kids reach out to him saying he's a role model and they're so glad to have his music to listen to. his album is written about as an underrated gem that shines with queer brilliance and is sure to start a party when it comes on.

his parents may not fully understand the road he's chosen for himself but they're still so proud and promote the album as hard as any of his loyal fans (especially the one country-inspired song on the album that he wrote and dedicated to them).

and jack, jack who saw this album from its infancy to its release date, who took the film photo that ended up being the album cover, who worked with bitty to make sure his vision was realized exactly how he wanted it to be, is proud beyond words.

jack starts using his semi-abandoned twitter again to tweet "stream [album name]" every day and bitty retweets them sometimes, with just a "this boy. ❤"

and they're happy. they're good. they have come so far and they are reaping the rewards of all the hard work they put in to make the music that they truly love.

the end :)

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