#he would be the best boyfriend ever

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

but i crumble completely when you cry . .

katsuki comforts you

katsuki bakugou hates a lot of things

he hates people who walk slow, he hates people who chew loudly or people who talk loud in places they know damn well they shouldn’t.

he hates when people walk on the back of his shoe and he hates idiots like kaminari who talk during movies.

but most of all, katsuki bakugou hates seeing you cry.

it sparks something in him, something red, hot and so angry when he finds you in your dorm. tears running down your cheeks that show no sign of stopping. he hates it even more when you make eye contact and you curl into yourself even more from where you’re sitting on the floor.

katsuki immediately decides this is the thing he hates the most.

he’s on you in seconds, kneeling in front of you, searching around to get a peek of your face hidden in your knees. he places his hands on top of yours where they’re wrapped around your legs and his chest tightens when you flinch a little.

“ who was it ? who did this to you ?” he can’t recognize his own voice, his words come out so fast he barely registers what he’s saying.

you try to speak but nothing but more broken sobs and shaky breaths come out as you desperately try to catch your breath and katsuki realizes that you talking isn’t a priority right now.

his eyebrows are furrowed and he almost looks angry but he’s so, so worried. if anything, he’s angry at himself for being so helpless, for not being able to help you in a time where you clearly need it.

he grabs your shoulder softly and the weight his chest lightens slightly when you lean a little closer to him, before letting him pull you tightly into his arms

“breathe for me.” he utters softly, voice gruff and gravelly. he never actually talks this softly unless he’s around you, the difference is so stark it surprises him a little bit but he’s got more important things to think about. praise spills from him occasionally, muttering a “you got it. i got you” into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

katsuki’s never really had to comfort anyone, he’s never felt the need to, but you’re not just anyone. your different, you’re his. his love his everything and he’ll be damned if he didn’t try his hardest for you.

you’ve calmed down a little bit, he noticed. you’re breathings calmed down a little and your sobs have been reduced to snivels. the tightness in his lungs is still there, but it’s less now.

“what’s goin’ on with you, hm ?” you’re grip tightens on his arm and you shove your head deeper into his chest. he moves his head away from your shoulder so he can place two small kisses on the top of your head

“talk to me, baby. needa know what’s up with you.” he pleads into the crown of your head. you sigh before speaking up.

“ i don’t know what’s up with me i just- it’s nothing bad i’m—” you’re desperately searching for the right words to use so what you’re about to say makes sense. “i just don’t—feel like myself today. i don’t know why, i just feel really bad today.” you let out a humorless chuckle and your voice dies out when you finish “m’sorry if i worried you” you sniffle.

he shushes you, his grip on you tightens when he hears you whimper “don’t..don’t fuckin’ apologize to me, got no reason to.” he spits. he sounds angry, and he is, why should you ever feel the need to apologize for feeling some type of way around him ?

“s’okay for you to feel that way..i do too, sometimes, you know ?” he knows you do. he knows you do because there are times where he comes to your room in tears, shaking and panicked. completely and utterly lost from the nightmares that had plagued him minutes before but knowing he had to come see you. you were there for him every time, gently soothing him and assuring him that he’d be okay. he owed it to you to do the same for you.

“s’okay to feel like shit sometimes, happens to the best of us.” he whispers “ but you can always come to me when you do, can deal with it together. an’ don’t go thinkin’ yer ‘bothering’ me either.” he says, parroting what you had just told him. “we’re together for a reason, dummy.” he’s soft spoken and his voice is so mellow despite his harsh little nickname for you, you could’ve missed it if he wasn’t sitting so close to you, it makes you a little dizzy and a little weaker in you’re already mushy knees.

he grabs your shoulders gently to get your eyes on him. they’re still a little glossy but they’re a little less dull when he looks at you “ we’re in this together, always have been, always will be, got it ? “ he asserts, waiting for your response. and then you smile at him, it’s faint but it’s there and katsuki feels like he can breathe again. he smiles back softly at you when you respond with a soft “okay.”

you suddenly grab onto him and pull him into you tightly, locking him in a tight embrace and squeezing like you’re pressing a lemon. it throws him off for a second before he’s squeezing you just as hard, pressing your body against his.

“thank you, katsuki. you’re the best” you hum. he presses a long lingering kiss to your temple as response, before squeezing around your waist “ course i am.” he gloats. the smirk on his lips grows when you snort in response “what’re you laughing about, hah? don’t think so? don’t think i’m the best ?” he jests, using this as an opportunity to tickle you mercilessly. you kick and squirm but it’s no use, katsuki doesn’t stop until you’re a heaving , giggling mess. tears in your eyes as you plead and beg for him to stop but he doesn’t let up even when you’re laying on the ground with him on top of you.

“ i ain’t hearing what i wanna hear, you know what i want from you, baby.” he chuckles at the way you desperately gasp for breath, choking on your own spit in the process.

“y-you’re the ! the best, ‘suki ! the b-bestest of the best !” you gasp out, pushing blindly at his face to get him away from you and he finally let’s you go. “felt nice enough to let you off with a warning, won’t end well for ya if you try me again.” is what he says, playfully warning you and waving his finger around in your face. you’re completely out of breath, there are tears in your eyes again but they’re happy tears this time and you still can’t stop smiling and giggling as you try to bite at his finger and katsuki is more than happy with this.

because katsuki’s favorite thing is your smile.

[priceofreedom]

#Elmyra approving of Zack makes me so happy 😭 FF7 Rebirth 20 / ?

[herrlichersonnigertag]

Do the tumblrinas know about Le Nozze di Figaro (1786, Mozart/Da Ponte)

[camellcat]

I'm in the middle of a btvs s5 rewatch and idk what the fuck is going on but xander is NOT riley's number one fan. in fact he is dogging on riley quite consistently. he is holding a grudge, even. what happened to make him switch so hard that he's calling riley her "one in a life-time" ????

[findafight]

Au idea I'll probably never write:

Steve as seven au, BUT he escapes at the same time as El in season 1. They get separated after Benny's, when seven tells eleven to run and definitely kills a couple government agents to give her more time.

So the a plot of will being missing and Mike finding El? Standard canon except El is ALSO looking for her brother and is worried about him. She sees that he's mostly safe and tries to help find will but also insists she go to her brother soon.

B plot of barb and Nancy...idk I haven't really thought about how that'd work without Steve's kickback. Maybe they go to a party (like actual party not the five person hangout) together and get separated and no one notices barb disappear from the edge of the lawn. Idk

The C plot is seven, kinda bloody and definitely cold, wandering out into the middle of the street, and one Robin Buckley almost running him over with her bike. She immediately clocks "guy who seems pretty fucked up" about him, and offers him a ride to her house. But Robin has never been the most coordinated of people and biking with a(admittedly probably too skinny) teenage boy sitting in her package rack is hard, and combine that with a guy driving like the devil's after him, they end up swerving of the road.

Eddie steps out, apologizes profusely, and offers them a ride. seven is sceptical, especially when both of them pause when he tells them his name, but does end up in the van. He finally gets a chance to breathe once they get to the Buckleys', and Robin gets him some leftovers.

He sits in front of the tv set to a blank station, tucks his head into his shirt instead of blindfolds, and tries to see El.

He sees her older, with flowers braided through long hair, laughing. Too far. He sees her with short curls, a patterned button down, eating something in a cone beside a mustachioed man. Too far again. He sees her tiny, scared, holding his own small hand. Not far enough.

Finally, finally, he sees her as she knows her now, mostly, standing beside a group of children and in front of a monster in a large room.

Eddie and Robin have no idea why their new friend? Has turned the tv on to static and is hiding in his shirt, but figure he's had a rough day. He pops his head back out, blood dripping from his nose, and grins, telling them he knows where his sister will be.

Anyways blah blah blah El sees where people ARE Steve sees where people have been/will be (based on where/who they are right now. Futura is constantly in motion etc).

Idk season 2 would happen very similar as canon minus stancy break up (they never date and are just friends) (also Steve tells Robin and Eddie he and El are safe and they pass it on to the kids) El finds Kali, Steve fights demodogs, etc etc.

But I want a (pre?) season 3 scene where Robin and Steve are hanging out as soulmates do, door closed because they are discussing Sensitive Subjects (gay shit) and giggling like schoolgirls. Hopper, in all his disappointed dad glory, opens the door and starts in on a rant about keeping the door open three inches.

Steve, bitch that he is, just tilts his head to the side and says "but that is for when we are with people we date. I am not dating Robin."

Hopper, not yet picking up what's happening, sighs. "Kid. It's about propriety. You can't be alone with Robin, because what if you do start dating. Then it's. You have to set an example for El!"(it would be a nice move bringing up Older Brother Responsibility, except...well.)

"but we aren't. I am dating someone else?"

"still need the door open three inches, pal. When El is home, at least"(El is almost always home)

"we do! And you complain about the loud music!"

"wait. Who are you dating? I thought Nancy was dating Jonathan still. She barely comes over." Hopper please pick up what Steve is putting down oh my god.

(hop has forgotten Robin is there and she is trying very hard not to make noise but Steve keeps meeting her eye sometimes because dear god. truly an iconic moment in friendship history.)

"yeah obviously. Eddie comes over all the time, though."

"what does Ed- oooh. Ah. I see. That's why you keep the door open even though he complains."

Steve nods like Hopper is the dumbest man on the planet. He might just be. "Yes. Because you said El had to and she asked why I didn't have to so then I started to leave it open when Eddie was over. At least Eddie doesn't laugh at you to your face"

"Eddie laughs behind my back?"

"he said you didn't know we were dating but I told him of course you knew, the door is open three inches."

Hopper clasps Steve's shoulders and looks him in the eye. "Steve, I need you to keep telling him that. And not mention this very awkward conversation we had."

"because he was right."

"he doesn't need to know that."

That's all I got lmao (also check the tag ramble I added lol)

[asmo-cosmetics]

when i say i ship asrian what i need you to understand is that i mean i want asra to apologize and beg for julian back. possibly in messy tears

[softquietsteadylove]

Helloo, how are you?

So its halloween and i have a little request for something scary. Maybe the eternals somehow end up in this very old and problaby haunted house, and then the ghost in said house take a liking for Thena, so they start to hide her and make the others see her when she is not there. And poor Gil is more scared that he would like.

(Also thank you for answering to my asks🩷😭)

"This place really is massive," Gil commented mildly as he moved the flashlight around the walls. It was just the sound of their steps and their breathing. The halls of this old asylum were oppressively quiet.

"It's easily the largest space we've ever been in," Thena agreed as she too moved moved her light to examine their surroundings. "Its a good thing the others agreed to come with us to man the equipment."

Their friends were being good sports about it, whether or not they were present as true believers or because if half of their group was already in, they might as well all come.

"I hope they don't hate me for dragging them out here all Halloween night," he gulped as they turned a corner down - what a surprise - another pitch black hallway.

Thena scoffed at the idea, though, allowing him to walk even closer to her, all but clinging to her arm. "Please, all they would be doing is loitering at Phastos' anyway. He and Ben would be watching something, Makkari and Druig would be pretending not to make out in the corner and Ikaris would be trying - and failing - to hold Sersi's hand during the whole movie."

Gil snickered beside her. Thena's observations could seem cutting at times, but they were never all that inaccurate. And they could be pretty funny, in that way. "I'm sure he'd get there eventually."

"I have yet to see it," she drawled about their mutual friend, more frenemy when it came to her and Ikaris in particular. "Speaking of, when did they last check in?"

Gil pulled pulled out his walkie-talkie. "Ground floor, do you copy?"

"Ugh, Gil--aye, we're still 'ere. You don't have to go all air traffic control for it."

Well, if he was going to be such a stick in the mud. Gil huffed, "roger that, Party-Pooper."

"Oi!"

Thena took his hand and pulled the walkie closer to her. "Sersi, tell us if he holds onto you too tight and we'll switch floors."

"Watch it!"

The constant radio static of the channel clicked again and Sersi laughed. "He's really quite all right, you two. Anything up there?"

"Nothing, so far," Thena sighed before remembering to add, "over and out."

Gil smiled as he put the walkie back in his pocket. Thena probably thought it was silly too, but she would never actually say anything. It was one of the many ways in which she indulged him on these ghost hunts. "Hey."

She looked at him, wondering what had caught his attention. Once she saw him wiggling his hand at her, her smiled turned a little bit shy as she slipped her hand into his. "Do you think they'll know what to look for?"

"I told them about what all the equipment does, they should be able to tell if they get any activity," Gil murmured as they turned down a hall into a more residential looking area. "Whoa, this looks like an actual house."

"This must have been an area for those in a palliative sort of care, like a true hospice," she muttered, pressing closer to him. It was still old floors and concrete walls, but there were now rooms with more than nothing, some even still had an old metal bed frame in them. There was a dresser or two, even a mirror.

Gil winced as their flashlights both hit it head on. He lowered his, but he blinked and rubbed his eyes after the fact. "Can't believe something like that is still standing in a place like this in one piece."

Thena had no comment on it, apparently.

"Kinda freaky, right?" he sighed as he rubbed at his eyes again before shaking it off. "Thena?"

He looked around.

"Thena?" he called out with a little more urgency. He moved the flashlight around, plenty of the room doors were open, but he would have heard her. He would have felt her, wouldn't he? "Thena?!"

He rushed to check each of the rooms, forgetting how creepy everything was. His stomping feet were echoing all over the place, but that didn't matter. "Thena, where are you?!"

All that came back was his own voice bouncing around. He was starting to panic.

"Thena, please, answer me!" he panted, even moving the creaky, old doors to make sure she wasn't hiding somewhere. How could she have just vanished into this air?

He shouldn't have let go of her hand.

"Thena, please!" he shouted, retracing their steps, shining his flashlight down every hall he passed. He knew most of them led to dead ends. Where could she have gone? His hand pulled out the walkie-talkie again, fumbling with it a little. "G-Guys?!"

"Gil, what's wrong?"

"Th-Thena!" he gulped, knowing they needed more information than that. "She was right next to me and-and now-"

"Whoa, Gil, slow down. Nothing's happened to Thena, I'm sure she just went to look at something that caught her eye," Sersi attempted to diffuse his worry.

"Why the hell weren't you keeping an eye on her?" Ikaris snapped at him in sharp contrast.

"Oi," Druig chimed in on his set. "You all need to calm down, I just saw 'er."

"What?" Gil frowned. Druig and Makkari were on the second level, although most of it was sectioned off thanks to a fire from the last century. He rushed to the stairs, "you're sure?"

"Yeah, I saw her walk clear through that light grid you put up, actually," Druig narrated. He paused and then continued, "Kari saw'er goin' down the far stairwell."

"You mean the one to your left?" Gil asked, rushing down the main stairs so quickly he almost tripped at the very bottom. But he took off, full on sprinting.

"Yeah?"

Based on where they had set up, there was no way Thena could be on the stairwell to their left, because it led to absolutely nowhere, just a collapsed hallway downstairs and a boarded up room at the top. Whatever they had seen wasn't Thena.

"Keep your nightvision cam on, okay? And you two stay there--and stay close together!"

"Gil, man, you okay?" Ikaris asked a little more sympathetically, obviously hearing the urgency in his voice over the loud and static-y walkies. "Like Sersi said, I'm sure Thena's just fine."

"I'm on my way to you, just sit tight," Gil huffed. His chest felt tight, like it was on fire. He looked around, only now on the second floor. This place was such a massive hell hole, who knew what kind of malevolent spirits were in here. "Guys?!"

"Hold yer bloody horses, man, hell," Druig flashed his light at him from within the main hallway of the floor. As soon as Gil rounded the corner, though, Druig was already on his feet. Despite his words, his face was dead serious, "she really not with you?"

Gil gulped. Tears sprang to his eyes, although he knew this wasn't the time. He shook his head, trying to catch his breath. The light grid they had set up to pick up any kind of movement was still shining into the closed off areas ahead.

He jumped, but Makkari rubbed his back with a reassuring smile. Druig shone the light a little closer to them to illuminate her words. This place is like a maze, I'm sure she's looking for you too.

That was actually what worried him. He had screamed for her, at the very top of his lungs. And not only had he not heard anything back, but apparently none of their friends had heard him either, which seemed impossible.

And if he couldn't hear Thena, then how would he know if she needed his help?

"Where did you see her?" he asked, shining his own light closer to his face for Kari to read his lips.

She pointed. I swear I saw her walk through the grid. I thought she saw something in the window.

Thena would never walk through the light grid herself; it would compromise any evidence they got of a spectral figure. Still, Gil moved closer to it. He shone the flashlight into the corridor, through the propped open door. It was hard to tell with the light in the window reflection, but he was pretty sure it was just a boarded up, empty room through there.

Druig took the liberty of packing up the light grid and putting it back in his bag. "Take a look."

Gil slid closer to the darkened hallway. Despite never having been on one of these hunts before, all their friends were far less scared than he was. Maybe because they definitely didn't believe in ghosts. His heart hammered as he entered the suffocating dark of the hallway. He pressed his flashlight to the window of the door that was boarded closed. If something jumped up at him he might have a heart attack.

It was just a closed up room, full of evidence of fire damage. He angled the light around as best he could without giving himself nothing but reflection to look at. He jumped as some kind of movement caught his eye. He tried to follow it but it was gone as soon as he saw it. But he knew it moved towards the other door to the room.

And it looked blonde.

Druig and Makkari made room for him as he started running towards the main stairs again. "Come on!"

"If she's messin' with us she's makin' us go through a hell of a workout," Druig felt the need to chime in, following him down the stairs.

But Gil knew that wasn't the case. Maybe - maybe - she might mess with Ikaris a little, possibly Druig, all in good fun. But she would never make him worry about her like this, she just wouldn't. She would never scare him like this, not when it was always her calming him down on these hunts.

It really was like a labyrinth in this place. Gil leapt down the last two stairs and whipped open the doors to the main floor. "Did you see her?!"

Ikaris and Sersi both jumped off the bench of the entrance hallway. They looked at each other and then at him. They still had most of the equipment set up around them, and a floodlight pointed at the ceiling for a little more illumination of the area.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Ikaris growled at him for storming in the way he did. "Didn't you see her on your level?"

Druig shrugged, "thought we did."

But Gil rushed past all of them, taking a right and pulling open the doors. This place was so massive, it was hard to keep track. But if the figure he had seen in the other room had been Thena, or worse, something else, it would have ended up in here. "Thena!"

Still, nothing but his own voice. It didn't echo like it did upstairs, though. He moved his flashlight around, seeing all the junk that was pushed into this empty but undamaged area of the building. He moved more slowly.

His heart was still hammering, but he made himself take each next step. He couldn't stop until Thena's hand was in his again. "Thena, are you in here?"

He could have sworn a voice whispered back to him. It would have been great potential evidence if he had any equipment or was recording anything. But for now, he took the potential whisper of 'she's mine' and scowled. "No, she's not."

Whatever whispered at him didn't have another reply to that.

Gil slid around a corner constructed of old office furniture, flashing his light in every nook and cranny. "She's my girlfriend! Whatever you are, find someone on your own plain of existence!"

Something rattled in a far corner. He really was going to have a heart attack in here. But he gulped, re-grasping his flashlight in his sweaty palm. No ghost was getting his precious Thena--not tonight.

He moved closer to the rattling. It was a doorknob turning. Okay, so he might die in here tonight. He hoped his friends would escape, at least. But if he did die, then maybe he could be with Thena. If she had died alone in here, he would never forgive himself.

There was a door, and the doorknob was turning.

Gil let out a breath and steeled his resolve again. He could do this. He would do this! He could do anything if it was for Thena. Thena, he repeated to himself as he reached for the doorknob, Thena, Thena, Thena.

As soon as he touched the doorknob, it was no longer locked, and flew open. Thena tumbled into the room, straight into his chest as he caught her. Both of their flashlights fell and rattled on the ground as they held onto each other.

"Gil!" Thena gasped into his shirt, burying her face in it as soon as she knew it was him. "I-I-I didn't--I-I thought-!"

"It's okay, it's okay," he gulped, holding her as tight as he could without hurting her. It was really Thena in his arms, small and warm, blonde hair under his chin. His tears came again, and he didn't force them away, "you're really here."

Thena held onto him just as tightly, clawing at the back of his shirt so she could hold fistfuls of it. "I-I turned around and you were gone--just gone! And I tried shouting for you but I couldn't hear anything around me but silence. And then I thought I saw this--th-this thing-!"

"It's okay, I'm here," he whispered. He couldn't process any of what she was saying right now. All he could think about was the comfort of having his Thena in his arms again.

Slowly, they released one another. Thena sniffled, laughing as she put her hands on his cheeks. "I'm supposed to be the one here for you."

He laughed as well, just as watery and tearful. He put his hands on her cheeks as well, "I can be here for you, just this once."

She leaned into him again as he kissed her.

"You two okay?!"

Thena pulled back and picked her flashlight up first. She shone it around the room, "where are we?"

Gil frowned as she handed him his flashlight as well. "We're on the ground floor, in that side room we checked out first thing tonight."

"The ground floor?" she repeated, looking completely baffled. "We were on the third floor. I-I felt something pull me and I thought it was you, then I was in this completely other room. I was trying to find my way back to you in the hall."

Nice try, ghost creep; Gil took her hand, weaving their fingers together. He could carry his flashlight in his mouth if he had to.

"Gil," Thena continued to frown as he guided them back towards the entrance, "I didn't go down any stairs. We can't possibly be downstairs again."

"It's okay, Thena," he reassured her blindly. It didn't matter. None of it mattered, now that his fear was lifting. He waved as a flashlight circled from where the door was. "I got her!"

Collective sighs of relief were had. Ikaris was the first to bark at them, "what the hell, Thena?! You nearly scared the big guy half to death--that's not funny!"

"Shush," Sersi soothed the beast beside her, as she always did. "We're just glad you're both okay."

Druig and Makkari gave them both more curious looks, "where the hell were did you go?"

"I-" Thena looked at each of them, seeming completely stunned. "I don't know."

"Doesn't matter," Gil spoke up, more sure of this now than he had been about anything all night. "We're getting out of here--now."

He pushed through them, pulling Thena to the door to the outside, hand in hand. He could hear their friends packing up all the equipment behind them.

"Yappin' orders at us now, is he?" he could hear Ikaris gripe behind them.

"Stop it, they've been through enough." How did Sersi put up with him?

Finally outside, Gil took a deep breath. He put his hands on Thena's cheek again, urging her to do the same. She did, but she looked up at him. "Really Gil, I thought I was making my way back to you. I didn't even see any stairs, there's no way I could have-"

"We'll figure it out later," he resolved. They could do that in a safe place, where there was overhead lighting, and a warm mug of her favourite tea. Maybe he'd even have a blanket around her shoulders and massage her feet. "All that matters is you're safe."

Thena's face shifted to something like guilt. She looked down at their joined hands. "I thought I saw you."

"What?"

"What lured me away," she admitted quietly, and maybe with the first bit of true fear he had heard her voice all night. "I thought I saw you in one of those other rooms. That was what made me follow...whatever it was in there."

It had lured him the same way. But, again, that could wait until they were in a brightly lit space with firmly locked doors.

Gil kissed her forehead and pulled her into his arms. "I found you again, so it doesn't really matter."

"Hm," she sighed, nuzzling her face into his chest again. "I knew I'd find you, I guess you finding me is okay, too."

Ah, his invincible Thena. She was the truly unshaken of the two of them. But he had to admit, he was assured by tonight that he had what it took to square up if he really needed to. If it was for the woman he loved, at least.

[jadewritesficshere]

Poison Oak

Steddie

Synopsis: Hawkins tells the tale of the vampire who lives on Oak Street, a belligerent man goes there with a dark purpose

Contains: vampirism and all that entails (blood, biting, etc), knives, drunkenness, bigotry and anti-LGBT views (from 1 person), death

The sun was shining, a slight breeze in the air making the heat bearable. The trees swayed in the breeze. Flowers starting to bloom and bees dance between them. Not a grey cloud in the sky. A perfect ideallic day.

Except Oak street was quiet. On any other street, there were children laughing and playing. Dogs happily barking with tails wagging.

An outsider may pass by Oak Street in Hawkins, Indiana without a second glance. But the outsiders who do look for a second too long will notice something different. While families would be walking everywhere else, not a single person stepped a foot onto Oak street. Except for the drunk man currently walking down it.

It was so quiet that his heart beating was louder then the breeze rustling tree leaves. The drunk knew how dogs would whine and cower in fear. Cats would arch their backs and hiss.

Always listen to animals, because they know when a predator is near.

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Even on a beautiful day, a small town still thrives on gossip. The story of Oak Street is an urban legend in a rebuilt Hawkins. A remnant of times past.

Oak Street was one of the remaining surviving streets after the earthquake that had almost tore Hawkins apart. Every house on it had gotten oblitered, sinking into the shaking earth and crumbling to the ground. When Hawkins was rebuilt, Oak Street was long forgotten...

At least, everyone wished it was.

But whispered versions of what happened there were told by gossiping house wives at the store. Theatrical retellings of teens by campfires trying to scare their crushes so they would lean in close them. Parents warning their kids. The cashier at the video store told anyone who wanted to listen. About Oak Street. It developed a new name, Poison Oak Street.

The legend goes that one house stood through it all, the earthquake the thunder and time. It is the only house that remains in pristine condition on Oak Street. Their house.

Legend goes that after the earthquakes, one man came back not dead but not alive. Something in between.

Eddie Munson. The freak. His name whispered in hushed tones with disgust and fear. How he came back wrong. How he had sold his soul. How he already killed innocent high schoolers prior to the earthquake, something that may have fueled his change. Whispers of devil worship and sacrifice and drinking blood. A vampire.

The story continues that there was another man. One who was always kind and helpful. Steve Harrington. A man who was blinded by trying to save another, slowly succumbing to the vampire. Becoming a loyal liege, under a possible mind control. Whispers of a man who was once revered now being feared. People sigh and shake their heads for poor Steve.

Poor Steve. And poor you if you go to Poison Oak Street.

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Dilapidated houses that are falling apart or piles of rubble from houses already fallen line the street. The yards are overgrown with weeds and vines crawling up the houses. Except for the house.

The two story old manor stands proud amongst the rubble of it's brethren. The yard is perfectly trimmed. The flowerbeds in front of the wrap around porch are blooming.

It is too perfect compared to the disarray around it, it sends a shiver down Mark's spine. Mark, who is still drunk, ignores the alarm bells ringing in his head. Enough was enough.

The monster took his daughter away. Mark was going to end this once and for all.

Mark's sweaty palms made his grip falter on the silver knife he had. He swallowed hard as he adjusted his grip. He really hoped that silver actually hurt vampires like it does in the books he read. He also hopes that his grandma wasn't lying when she said the cutlery and dining set was pure silver.

Mark tries to keep his footfalls silent, but every step on the ground sounds like a gunshot in his ears. He wonders if the vampire can smell him- or, wait is that werewolves?

The house looks almost unassuming with how well kept it is. Mark has one foot on the step up the back of the porch, pausing for a moment. He thought he saw-

Yes, out of the corner of his eye, the curtain moved. He could see the silhouette of someone standing behind the curtains. Mark blinks and they're gone.

It's too late, he's been spotted. He could get on his knees and beg for forgiveness, or try to run away, but thoughts of his only daughter urge him on.

Mark bursts through the door with a yell, knife raised in the air. Instead of seeing the pale monster with eyes dark as the night, Mark sees a man with a faint tan and hazel eyes.

"You could have knocked? Where are your manners," the man puts his hands on his hips and frowns. It takes Mark a second to recognize the poor soul, Steve Harrington. "What did you do with her?" Mark asks pointing the knife at Steve.

"With who?!" Steve glares down at the knife slightly, raising his hands. "You lure her here? You let that freak eat her?" Mark yells, stepping closer to Steve with every word.

The tip of the knife is now poking at Steve's sternum. "Listen man, I don't know who you are! Or this girl!" Steve takes a step back, but Mark follows.

The light thud of a door and click of a deadbolt makes Mark jump and turn on his heels.

The monster is leaning against the door Mark had entered, an evil grin on his face. "You!" Mark could feel his veins popping out of his neck in anger, there were so many words he wanted to use to describe the freak of nature in front of them, but all died on his tongue.

Eddie's smirk widens as he does jazz hands, "Ta-da!" "What did you do to my daughter?" Mark panted heavily, face twisted in a snarl. This vampire was fucking with him, acting like it was a game.

"Your daughter? Hm, let's see..." Eddie tapped a finger to his chin as he looked to the ceiling. "You eat her?" Mark snarled. "Drained." Steve corrected behind him. "You drained her!?" Mark yelled lunging forward at Eddie.

"Jesus Christ!" Eddie yelped as he dodged the slash of the knife. "Of course you'd take the Lord's name in vain you devil!" Mark slashes the knife again. "Like you've never said oh my god," Eddie retorts, dancing around Mark's attempted stabs.

"You'll pay for what you did to my daughter!" Mark yells. Mark goes to move forward, but a hand from behind yanks his arm back. Mark yelps as his arm is bent, dropping the knife.

Steve glares at Mark, holding tightly to his arm. If he moved it further back, it would break. "Your daughter..." Eddie trails off slightly before snapping his fingers," Oh! You mean Alex!"

"Her name is Alexandria!" Mark yells, spit flying from his mouth. Eddie gives him a disgusted look, "It's Alex. That's what they want to be called." "Alexandria is just confused," Mark glares.

"No, Alex isn't," Steve speaks up, Mark turning his head to look at him. "Alex is a lovely kid. Bright, has a whole future ahead of them. But not with you." Disdain drips from Steve's voice.

"Alex tried to be themself, but you wouldn't let them. They were never good enough for you. Alex told us about how you hit them," Eddie crosses his arms," Just because they didn't live up to your standards."

"Alexandria just needed reminding of what was right. When she was a kid being a tomboy was okay, but she's a woman now and-" "They get to decide their life, not you." Eddie glares.

Steve's hold on Mark tightens, an arm wrapping around the front of his shoulders. Eddie steps closer," Alex is now living their life their way. They way they always wanted and felt deep inside. We helped them leave this town. They deserve to live by their rules. They never deserved to be hit. Yelled at. Never deserved to be made to think they were bad because they weren't up to your standards. "

Mark gulps as Eddie stands nose to nose to him. "Alex didn't even tell us everything, but they didn't need to. You come barging in here, calling us monsters? But you're the monster." Eddie snarls at Mark.

Mark inhales sharply, " That's not- no I- You're the only monster here! Me and Steve are innocent humans." Eddie raises an eyebrow," Oh?"

"You have him under your spell! Just like Alex-" Mark gasps as his head is yanked to the side.

"Actually," Steve whispers in Mark's ear," You and Eddie are the humans."

Mark gasps as a sharp pain hits his neck. Steve's hair brushes against Mark's face as his fangs pierce deep into Mark's jugular. Eddie clicks his tongue and takes a step back, watching.

Mark tries to speak but finds he's unable to as a burning sensation rips through his body. He can hear Steve swallowing, and he thinks oh not eaten drained.

Mark's vision blurs, black creeping in around the edges. The burning fades into a pleasant tiredness. He can't feel his legs, he can't feel his arms, he can't feel-

.

.

Steve pulls back from the man, dropping his body to the floor. Blood is smeared around his mouth, fangs receding back. The man's face is frozen in fear. Steve winces at it and steps over the body. He'll go and bury it tomorrow in the cemetery, no one will notice another body showing up there.

Steve goes to Eddie, wrapping his arms around Eddie's waist. Eddie hums, leaning into his grip. Steve presses his forehead against Eddie's, eyes darting down to his mouth. He goes to lean in when he is pushed away.

"Absolutely not, you are not kissing me with another man's blood in your mouth!" Eddie glares," yeah, you're hot and that was so fucking attractive, but draining him?!" Steve sighed, wiping his face clean with his shirt.

"He could have hurt you, I was angry and got a bit...carried away?" Steve shrugged as he removed the dirty shirt. Eddie's eyes dart to Steve's chest. Eddie clears his throat, looking away," I mean-"

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie," Yours is the only blood i want to have Eddie. Yours is made for me. I only want you inside me-" "in more ways then one." Eddie wiggles his eyebrows at Steve. "Can I be romantic here?" Steve pouts.

"What's more romantic then draining someone, something you hate to do, to protect me?" Eddie whispers, leaning in close. Steve sighs as their lips meet. They lean into the kiss, pouring all their love into it.

[kelin-is-writing]

Dabi’s the type of bf who gets so happy over your presence, even if he doesn’t outwardly show it. Like you send him a text saying you’re coming home from work because your boss let you clock out early and he’ll respond back with, “k see ya” but internally he’s twirling his hair kicking his feet and giggling like a teenaged girl with a crush

HELLO????? YES TO EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS????? LIKE— HE WOULD FANBOY HARD OVER EVERYTHING HIS GIRL DOES AND YOU REALLY CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE, NO ONE CAN ACTUALLY.

dabi is your #1 fan and supporter 🤧💜

AND every tongue that raises against you shall fall, by his hands no less.

he gets super defensive when someone speaks ill of you, would literally verbally demolish anyone that dares to say your name in vain, then if he deemed that it's needed he's gonna lit them up too!!!

[eggsistential-basket]

thinking about the person i could have been if i tried a little harder to find my own way

[mutiny-huyutiny]

сборник всякой всячины по чуме+песьему двору

cw guro under the cut c метелиным и твириным. Again.

[boxwinebaddie]

i’m so sorry for being insane, but it is hysterically funny to me that every goddamn day jerseykyle is like…

*sees ravenstan, picks him up and spins him*

hello zeeskeit c’: <333 hello most beautiful special funny handsome wonderful boy in the world how does it feel to be perfect in every possible way? <3 mwah *nose kiss*

*points to everyone else and pulls out a GLOCK*

aND TO THE REST OF YOU COCKSUCKAS: THIN ICE

[dukesmebby]

coming home from a bad day at work and eddie just holding you n kissing your forehead whispering how sorry he is and how he’s going to help at least make your night good. he would help you get into a nice hot shower and pick out his comfiest of band tees and a nice pair of boxers of his for you to change into. he’d also definitely make you some mac n cheese and set up a movie for the two of you when you get out of the shower. he’d help you do your night skincare rubbing your moisturizer into your face for you. he’d help brush and braid your hair back so you’re ready for bed. once you’re changed into his clothes with his scent surrounding you, you’d just feel so cozy. (18+)

once you'd started the movie he’d offer up a joint for the two of you to share because he knows how much a little bit of weed can help, and once you start feeling a little fuzzy all you can do is stare at him, ignoring the movie. he would totally be a little shit about it too and be cuddling you on the couch and leaving soft touches all over, trying to get you worked up. he’d end up kissing you desperately,  like you were gonna fly away and he was trying to hold you down here, with him. he would so badly want you to not have to think about anything “just let me take care of you, yeah?” he’d definitely make you cum on his fingers and tongue making you squirm for more but not really have the words so all you can say is “please please please…” before he’s fucking you so soft n sweet because he knows you just want to be taken care of :((((

[cerealbishh]

"Henry cares for Faran. The Liars normally have to be the ones caring for others. It just makes me melt!" - Zaria on Twitter about Henry(x)

[settingorange]

Guess I'll make a bunch of tiny shoes out of clay 😐