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sleepyboywrites · 2 years ago

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Creepypasta Fluff Headcanons for Trans!Male Reader Pt. 1 (Being a boy on his Period)

Because it's nearing that time again and being a boy on his period sucks ass. I'm making this to provide some comfort! For myself as a trans man and hopefully you too. This takes place with established and healthy relationships. Or as healthy as relationships with these characters come.

Tw: Possessive behavior, not necessarily wanted affection, rough contact, references to slight verbal abuse.

Eyeless Jack

• Run. Run right in the opposite direction if he hasn't eaten in a bit/is agitated. You will make him hungry due to his blood lusting demonic nature and he's not very friendly when he's hungry.

• You already aren't feeling great so if you go to him in that state anyways expect to be more uncomfortable albeit supported as a half-apology.

• If he has been satiated and is calm you may proceed to tell your demonic boyfriend that your cycle has begun and you are distressed and dysphoric about it.

• Cuddle bug. Like sits you directly into his lap and burries his face in your neck. Telling you words of encouragement. Think "I'm so sorry Baby boy." and "You're so strong y/n. One of the strongest men I know, I mean other men can't live through bleeding for 4-7 days on average."

• He's a med student so he knows the best ways to help with cramps and the physical pains that come with a menstrual cycle.

• He also gives you high testosterone foods and encourages you to wear one of his shirts and your boxers over your underwear to help with the dysphoria aspect. But he won't let you bind if your chest area gets sensitive.

• Tries to distract you and keep you as comfortable as possible

• Extremely protective during this time. He has a lot of self control but his instincts are still spiking under the surface screaming at him to lock you up/protect you. His emotional attachment to you paired with his constant hunger leave him clinging to your side and glaring at anyone else who approaches/gives you a weird look. Attacking anyone who hurts you emotionally or otherwise.

• Honestly a bit feral in a way akin to nesting.

• Insists on taking walks together once a day.

Laughing Jack

• A bit confused at first in his eyes he has erased any of your perceived biological imperfections.

• Hits you with the "But you are a boy" when you tell him you're feeling dysphoric and crying. "One who's very very important to me as well so please don't cry."

• Gives you your favorite candies and sweets

• Rubs your back when you're curled over in pain and sings you songs to help you calm down.

• Takes you to his amusement park and takes you on all your favorite rides and shows you all your favorite shows

•Always introducing the act as "Dedicated to the best boy in the world/my Favorite boy."

• Essentially his mentality is "I'm going to make sure this boy has so much fun he forgets the torment of having his brain stuck in the wrong body."

• And it fucking works. He has you laughing so hard that you can't tell where the stomach ache ends and the cramps begin.

• He likes to play "dress-up" in the sense where he has an array of gender affirming costumes and each day he insists you choose from the extensive array because even if you don't feel well at the moment doesn't mean you have to be reduced to a puddle of stained oversized clothes. He was always one for theatrics.

• If you say you really aren't up to dressing up he'll bring out an array of hoodies, baggy tees, shorts, sweats, or jeans instead.

• Genuinely just trying to distract and cheer you up

Ben Drowned

• Pretends to not know what you're talking about or why you're so upset. "Bro I assure you no one cares?" Followed by a long silence as he stares at you followed with "We all still view you the same, man."

• Then promptly refuses to leave your side

• Think anything from lurking in nearby electronics to straight up following you around everywhere.

• If a mission comes up he'll take you with him and make up some sort of excuse like he needs your help and your avatar is better abled than you physically. Alternatively if you have a mission he'll grab you and say he's coming with, before dragging you with him.

• Makes sure everyone is careful around you. No roughhousing or insults. Not at this time even if you protest.

• You had to break up a fight with the intent to maim once because Jeff had called you a "Pussy" in an attempt to agrivate you to change your mind about not being up for training today. Ben who had been lurking nearby lunged at him and you had to break the two apart.

• So much Gatorade. This boy makes you drink so much Gatorade.

• He also has a collection of snacks you normally crave and hoodies specifically for you in his closet.

• Let's you bind during your period until you don't take it off on time or act like you're in pain then he will take and hide it until it's passed.

• if you complain about dysphoria he'll roll his eyes as he drags you to his realm where your avatar already matches your gender and have you hang out there.

• Naptimes are mandatory once a day during this week because he knows it takes a lot out of you.

• Reminds you to take showers despite how much you hate having that reminder because you'll feel better afterwards and it helps with the cramps.

Jeff the Killer

• I promise he's trying. He's trying to keep things as normal as possible by being a jokey asshole dick like usual.

• Mans has your cycle engraved in his memory so on the first and worst day when you're at your grumpiest without fail he'll go "Can't you just give me a bloody smile god damn it?"

• You know he's joking and he knows he's joking but without fail you'll mock laugh at him, sock him in the nose, and walk away.

• One time you ran out of products and Jeff went to get them for you he called from the store and went, "Hey man, what size cunt do you have?" You shook your head, called him an asshole, and hung up.

• He tried to apologize by calling and texting and when you wouldn't answer he made you a care basket with hot wheels and various manly items such as boxers and button-ups/baggy tees. He also covered the pads wrapping in dinosaurs. And replacing "girl" with "boss" on the labels

• He's made a habit of getting you one of these everytime your supplies run out.

• Insists on more training and fighting because what better way to blow off steam and frustrations than a good ol fashioned fight.

• One time it went too far and the two of you ended up being patched up by EJ who scolded the two of you and said "If I catch you boys doing this again I will make sure Slender needs two new proxies."

• Always carrying ibuprofen and water. Always.

• Rubs your back if it hurts too much and treats you more gently.

•Will attack and maim anyone who misgenders you.

Homicidal Liu

• Liu is already constantly holding your hand as if he's scared you'll disappear, like the rest of good in his life, so you two are fairly well synced and sometimes you swear he can read your mind.

• You keep him calm, in a way that reminds him of before the incident because of this he knows all of you, obsessed over it and memorized it, including when your cycle is, it's linked in his internal clock.

• You'll often wake up to a warm bath and clean comfortable clothes if your cycle started during the night. While you bathe he'd change and wash the sheets then bring you breakfast to eat together after you finish.

• Tells you he's sorry that your body doesn't match your mind as he nuzzles into your neck. Snaking his arms around your waist and engulfing you in his weight. Sometimes uncomfortable but you know by now if you try to pry him off he'll only tighten his grip and agressively albeit incoherently mumble

•calm and supportive/protective and possessive are how his alters have always treated you. Both affectionate sometimes overly so. Heightened during your cycle due to you being in a more easily hurt and in a distressed mood.

• Think overlap of Liu and Sully's voices, "What did you just say to my boyfriend?" Followed by "You'll pay for that." should anyone so much as look at you funny in a way that'll make you feel worse about your current state of being.

• Said anyone would be carried away in a body bag. <333

• Gets you trinkets as well as anything you may be craving.

• Owns heating pads as well as cold pads at his disposal to help with cramps.

• Water/Gatorade and a variety of pain meds on hand. Always.

• Doesn't want to leave your side out of fear of you running into a less than kind individual without him there to support you and maim your instigator.

Ticci Toby

• You'd have to go to him about it because his ass doesn't know. His brain is on fifteen different topics at any given time. You occupy at least five but he doesn't have much memorized.

• He'll know that something is bothering you but won't know what unless you blatantly tell him.

• Once you do he'll probably try his best to limit his roughness/aggression and increase softer touches/tones.

• Much more pet names a lot less insults. IE: Instead of calling you a dumbass he'll call you pretty boy.

• If he gets frustrated expect said pet name to be said with aggression.

• He owns several weighted blankets he'd offer you to use on top of his own body weight when he flops onto you, should you want that affection. Though he still will with a piss-poor excuse of an apology if you don't and he does. Which he does frequently because you're one of the only people whose touch is gentle with him.

• Bad about carrying liquid. Good about carrying meds. So if you need an ibuprofen he will give you one but you'll need to either dry swallow or find liquid elsewhere.

• Also not the best at comforting you through your pain seeing as he doesn't experience that kind of thing himself. At least not in the same way, so he doesn't know what to do nor what you expect from him.

• He'll pick you up something he thinks you'll like when he goes out during this time but that ranges from "really sweet" to "the thought is what counts." Because sometimes his thoughts cross paths one too many times and he accidentally got you cleaning supplies instead of menstrual or edible treats.

• Think: "This rock made me think of you. Do you like [insert candy], because I grabbed some on my last mission. I meant to grab you strawberry mentos, because of a song I heard that made me think of you but accidentally grabbed menthol instead, I don't know how you'd use it but here."

• Essentially when you tell him he'll say "Okay, don't push yourself too hard." And then continue fairly normally while attempting to be nice.

Brian/Hoodie

• Initial reaction depends entirely on where/how you tell him. If you tell him in public in front of others he will simply look at you and say, "...okay".

• If you tell him in private he'll stare at you for a moment and then he'll give you a few well-thought-out sentences on how he'll be there to help and how you aren't any less of a man.

• If you give him a note or written thing however he will build you a cathedral out of paragraphs telling you that he'll do what he can to make you feel as good as you can, how this aspect doesn't change who you are not how you're received, and everything masculine and in general he adores about you.

• Always has water, meds, and a spare hoodie for you in close proximity.

• Doesn't treat you any differently in public or private.

• Very sweet most of the time, including this, minus his aggressive outbursts.

• It's very much the same old same old. He'll still melt into you and expect the same he'll still yell and throw things when he's having a n outburst.

• He'll still treat you as softly and as roughly as he does the rest of the time.

• Will get you your cravings if you ask but he won't really if he's unprompted.

• He may ask for your hand more often if he notices your distress/squeeze your hand more often.

• Though most of the time he won't he's too busy in his head or in what he's doing.

• Or alternatively trying to figure out what is in your head and what you're doing but not necessarily how you're feeling.

• He cares about you he's just not the possessive type in the way that leads to outwardly or intense displays of affection. Though if you even hinted to not wanting to be around people on your cycle you wouldn't be. He would hole up.with you until its over and be reluctant to let you go.

Tim/Masky

• Throws his reeking bomber jacket at you with a raised eyebrow. "Things like this provide some comfort right?"

• Cocky Bastard knows it's in his god-damn calendar and he likes to inadvertently let you know he knows.

• IE: throwing one of your favorite snacks at your head while you train or work.

• Bringing you water, Gatorade, and medicine to you when all you did is hold your head in your hands for five seconds.

• It's become almost a game of whether or not you can get away without him knowing.

• Mocking you lightly if you ask for help with anything. If you need supplies, or would like one of your cravings, or would like a heating pad anything. And you say, "Hey could you get me [blank] if you don't mind?" Or anything along those lines you will be met with an, "Ah ah ah pretty boy, say pretty please." When he returns with what you asked for dangling it out of reach.

• Also always asks for a kiss as payment for being your knight in shiny armor. When he gets you anything. One time he bought you a bag of chocolate kisses you were craving and when he asked you threw a chocolate at him and he chased and tackled you until you gave him an actual one.

• Deliberately and as a rule of thumb, Masky shows you a playful and cocky side he's created because you respond to it best.

• He rarely gets angry at you but when he does that anger translates to avoiding you and not speaking to you should he be in this state he will give you nothing, not even a hug during this.

• If you tend to be touch-starved during he'll be less likely to fall into that angry rut but if you're touch-adverse he's more likely to get into angry ruts because he'll take it as the front he crafted for you not being enough or attractive to you.

• Despite the fact it has nothing to do him and has everything to do with you being in physical and psychological pain.

#creepypasta x male reader #creepypasta x transmale!reader #eyeless jack #laughing jack #ben drowned #jeff the killer #homicidal liu #ticci toby #tim masky #brian hoodie #creepypasta fluff #or at least most of it #creepypasta headcanon #requests open #multiple/all

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chaifootsteps · 5 months ago

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Still thinking about Viv's claim that she thinks both sides are in the wrong and it's bugging me enough to do a quick episode run down to see how exactly that claim stacks up. Hopefully quantifying a bit more will help see where we're actually at

Ozzies: Between episodes 6&7 Stolas gets a personality transplant and goes from calling Blitzo his 'impish little plaything' and demeaning him to being head over heels for him, calling him by his name and bowing to him. When the car drives away the camera lingers on Stolas crying, though the episode ends on Blitzo and his emotions so we'll call this one even

Queen Bee: We see Blitzo's emotions in the aftermath in the form of a self-destructive bender, but noticeably what he says to Loona is that he's upset that he'll die alone. He doesn't say anything about being upset about feeling used or mistreated by Stolas (he even says his name along with the others before he throws up)

The Circus: Retcons galore backstory about how Stolas and Blitzo were childhood friends and despite using him for sex all s1, Stolas was apparently really in love with Blitzo the whole time?? It doesn't make a lot of sense but go with it. Episode ends with a song where Stolas not only implies Blitzo was somehow lying to him this whole time (Genius.com contributor suggests Stolas believed Blitzo actually loved him, which seems the obvious interpretation of these lyrics) but also makes him out to be a weak victim. He shows no guilt whatsoever for the part he played in making Blitzo feel degraded and used.

What’s between you and I Just a comfortable lie I’m the fool who believes When you look in my eyes

Seeing Stars: Stolas being framed as badass while he's choking his butler and it not being remotely bad on his part that he continues to sexually accost Blitzo in their first meeting after Ozzie's. Any criticisms Blitzo makes of Stolas (not remembering his own spells) are dismissed by Stolas with nonsensical arguments (it's relevant Blitzo can't remember Moxxie's phone number, apparently?)

Exes and Ohs: Stolas isn't in this episode or mentioned at all

Western Energy: Text message exchange after Ozzie's show Stolas giving a non apology where he doesn't actually address the problem, literally doing a 'I'm sorry if something I said or did upset you'. Episode ends on Stolas alone in the hospital where the viewer should pity him that Blitzo didn't come to visit :(

Unhappy Campers: No Stolas!

Oops: Blitzo dismisses the notion that Stolas cares about him by using examples obviously meant to favor Stolas. He is framed as jaded and unreasonable and Fizz is the obvious voice of reason. The imp who hates royalty is called a supremacist, Blitzo is the in between who dislikes Stolas and Fizz - the one who capes for royalty - is presented as in the right

Full Moon: Blitzo again criticizes Stolas, without getting to mention anything specific from s1. He is framed as going too far and tries to apologize. Stolas acts like the deal was a mutual thing even when admitting it was wrong

By my count that's basically no examples in Blitzo's favor. And I imagine if we counted all the Twitter likes from Viv on posts favoring Blitzo we'd turn up a big goose egg there, too

Careful, now! You laid out all the facts and stated them plainly, and we know that that makes a certain subset of fans angry and scared.

Viv can claim that "they're supposed to both be in the wrong" all she likes, but it doesn't mean a thing if every other word of writing in season 2 suggests the opposite. I guess the real test will come in Apology Tour, when we get to see who's actually doing the apologizing.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #helluva boss critical #stolitz critical #actual blog post

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watermelonlovershigh · 1 year ago

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Can you write something where Reader had taken care of Harry all night because he was sick and then she has to wake up to care for their child and maybe the child wants to give Harry cuddles to make him feel better.

Sick Daddy /concept/

AN: had this in my inbox for a while but am trying to clear some of my requests out so here you finally go. its very short because this ask just felt like it didn't need to be crazy long. hope you enjoy still. send you feedback. xoxo

This story contains: mentions of throw up, the rest is fluff

{ husbandrry - dad!harry - any harry era }

word count- 566

You and your son Oliver make Harry a breakfast to hopefully feel better because he'd been sick the previous night. Then after Harry's better, you and Ollie catch the same bug and Harry takes care of you both as you did for him.

You'd been up off and on with Harry all night. He seemed to have caught some type of stomach bug and nearly every hour of the night woke up to be sick. Though Harry insisted you just stay in bed, of course you were gonna be right by his side. Placing a little clip in his hair to hold his bangs out of his face and rub his back as he heaved over the toilet.

Now it's eight in the morning and your little one, Oliver, who's five, is awake. Though you're dead tired from you lack of sleep, you go into Ollies bedroom and help him get dressed and brush his teeth. Once that's all done, Oliver asks, "Where's daddy? Wanna go see him."

Kneeling down to his level, you reply, "Daddy's feeling a bit ill today, loves. He'll probably be in bed for a while. But, how about you help mummy make daddy some tea and toast to hopefully feel better."

With a concerned look on his small face, Oliver nods, "Alright, mummy. Then can I cuddle daddy? Daddy cuddles me when I don't feel very well so it might make him feel better."

Thinking for a moment, you answer, "Maybe. We'll have to see. I don't want you catching whatever bug he has though."

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Oliver helped you prepare an easy breakfast for Harry. One that will hopefully not bother his stomach. Once it's ready, you carry it on a tray and Ollie walks up the stairs beside you, excited to finally see his daddy today.

When you walk in the bedroom, Harry is curled up under the covers sleeping, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin. You set the tray down and nudge his shoulder, "Harry babe, wake up for me. Got you something to drink and eat that you'll hopefully be able to keep down."

Harry slowly turns over and sits up. With his very messy bed-head, he croaks out, "Awe, thank you, m'love. I'll try to eat some of it. Not really that hungry though."

Oliver steps to the side of the bed and asks, "Daddy sick?"

Harry looks down and answers, "Yeah baby, daddy's tummy hasn't been well. But mummy is the best doctor around so I'm sure I'll be good to go in no time."

Harry sat in bed and munched on his plain toast and sipped his tea while you and Oliver sat at the foot of the bed to keep him company. After some persuasion, you finally let Oliver cuddle Harry. You knew it was a risk of him getting sick too but you were also at risk from just being in the same house as him.

Luckily Harry was able to keep that food down and with some more rest, got to feeling better within twelve hours. Unluckily to you and Ollie though, two days later you both woke up to sick tummies and it was Harry's turn to play doctor. With the amount of vomit he had to clean up he should become a professional cleaner.

It got so bad that he had to migrate everyone to the living room where he could watch you both at the same time. One moment holding up the barf bucket for Oliver and the next moment holding it up for you. He gave y'all tons of cuddles and extra love and within a day everyone was well again.

(PLEASE REBLOG BECAUSE WRITING IS NOT EASY AND IT'S FREE SO JUST DO IT)

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dark-type-appreciator · 4 months ago

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Intro post! :3

Hello! Like my description says, I'm Liam! I'm 16 and I found this website a while back and decided to finally make an account!!! I really like dark type pokemon (bet you could guess that XD), and I'm always open to talk about them! I also really like other catmons ^w^ curse of being a warrior skitties fan I guess...

I also like drawing, warrior skitties, and roleplaying! I have other interests but those are my main ones! I play games sometimes, but I'm not very good at them x_x

I'm not really a pokemon trainer… I only have one pokemon haha! His name is Goldie, and he's a purrloin! He's kind of a cranky old man but he loves me!

umm, what else? I get confused sometimes, please be patient, I'm autistic (and other things). Same goes the other way around!! If u need me to rephrase something, please tell me! Also i misspell things a lot, auto correct is my best friend. Hopefully its not too bad!

Oh! Also I am a furry! :3 I almost forgot to mention that asjhdjahs

Here's my pokesona!

not the best reference, it's kinda old... Maybe I'll redo it someday!

Also- if we're friends, pls tag any bug types!… I have a really bad phobia of them, and I don't wanna see them at all. Thank you!!!

also- look look look!!

They're friends.. :3

[OOC under the cut]

Hello! Actias/moth (@act11as) here with a new blog! On a different account! Wowie! Follows will come from here, of course! Once again, general unreality warning! Out of character posts will be green, and tagged as #ooc and #Moth's yapping to avoid confusion.

Dark themes will be explored on this blog, such as past abuse and neglect, general mental illnesses, dysfunctional family dynamics, emotional and psychological abuse, as well as (witnessed) domestic abuse.

Everything will be tagged (and please tell me if I missed something!) But please be safe when interacting!

These themes will not always be present, and Liam's blog will usually stay lighthearted. Still, it's good to keep in mind!

Boundaries, and so on!

No NSFW or suggestive things! Both the muse and mod are minors. Don't be a fuckin' weirdo. *Almost any kind of blog is allowed to interact! Sentient Pokemon, Eeby Deebies, Evil teams, fallers, etc! *Self-Insert fallers, please do not interact. I personally cannot handle these kinds of blogs. Self-insert ocs are fine, but the idea of a real person on rotomblr being isekaid into Pokémon is not. (Liam will likely not believe you for a while- unless he has significant reason to. He'll think it's a roleplayer, otherkin, or something like that. He will be willing to play along though!) In-Character Anon hate is allowed! Feel free to bully him, but remember that I'm not obligated to answer everything! Pelipper Mail, un-mail, and Malice are off currently! You may be able to convince him to turn it on! Mystery Gifts are closed! Though if this and Pelipper mail were to open, this one is preferred! Musharna mail, and Musharna malice are always on! Magic anons are off.

Organizational Tags! (HOW DID I FORGET FOR SO LONG)

Liam Chatters - General post tag! As long as he's saying something in the text portion, it'll be tagged. Reblog! ^w^ - Reblog tag. Pretty self explanatory Future Sight (queue) - Queued posts tag! Again pretty self explanatory. Liam used Doodle! - Art tag! Liam's art will be tagged as this, for those who want to see it. Foresight - Out of character tag. It marks posts that will potentially be important in the future. This can range from his opinions on things to heavy lore posts! Good tag to read through if you think you're missing something!

Friend Tags! (Tags for friends!)

#Tari mention - tag for Tari from @/pokemoncryptids #faith is friending - tag for Faith from @/faithispokemoning #rare sprig appearance - Tag for Sprig... Who does not have a public account! they're Liam's friend however.

ONGOING ARCS:

Mask Off Arc - [summary will come after it ends]

PAST ARCS/EVENTS:

#Lucy Strikes! - One of Liam's friends stole his phone while they were supposed to be visiting. General warnings for bullying.

Blocklist:

These are blogs Liam has blocked in-character! usually for lore reasons! these are not blogs that have personally been blocked, feel free to interact on anon if you're on this list!

@/tinkatinktrain

@/sound-type-advocate

#// also important note: you don't actually have to tag bug types. that's just on there for character reasons. mod loves bugs!!#Liam chatters #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotumblr #rotomblr #pokeblogging #intro post #pinned #Moth's yapping

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reallychaoticwoo · 2 months ago

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Ask and you shall receive, would you please do a ateez reaction to giving reader flowers and reader being allergic to them?? Have really nice day!!!! 💕💕💕

Oooh absolutely!! Thank youu 💜💜

This is absolutely SFW. Pure fluff 💗

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Hongjoong:

He would immediately throw them outside and get them as far away from you as possible. He'd apologize in between little kisses and ask you about any other allergies you may have. The day after, he would take you on a date to a flower field (that was safe for you) and buy you all the flowers your heart desired. Even going as far as buying you a pretty flower necklace with matching earrings on the way home.

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa would act as if he just broke you somehow. Taking you to lay on the couch and immediately providing allergy relief meds. You'd be showered with kisses and cuddles. He'd bring you tea as if you were sick. He'd be extremely attentive and making a mental note to ask you about any other allergies you may have after you were feeling better. You'd be lovingly doted on the rest of the day.

Yunho:

Now Yunho, he would most definitely be a little concerned that he was unaware you were allergic. Disposing of the flowers after making sure you were okay. He'd sit down with you, looking at you with puppy dog eyes, and have you write down a list of any and all allergies you have so he can be prepared. He'd ask if you wanted to go on a walk later so he could surprise you with a cafe date.

Yeosang:

I feel like Yeo would be a bit similar to Yunho in the way of wanting to be prepared and having you write him a list. In the moment, though, he's checking on you, bringing you your favorite book and some water. He'll even read to you so you can just relax against him. How could he have been so careless? He knows now, though, and he's enjoying being your personal storyteller in the meantime.

San:

Poor San, he is almost certainly beating himself up internally. However, he is set on getting you flowers and now something more since he messed up. He'd set you up with a warm drink and kiss your forehead before telling you he'd be right back. Returning with safe flowers, a stuffie, and a hoodie he got from his room before he left. He'd spend the rest of the day nuzzling his cheek on yours and making sure you were nothing but happy.

Mingi:

Mingi would also beat himself up internally, but he'd never let you see it. After making sure you were okay, he'd joke about how "weak" you are to be allergic to a flower. You'd end up comforting him, knowing he only makes those jokes to you when he's feeling down on himself. Giving him kisses and cuddles and telling him that you're fine, it's not a huge allergy, you're still breathing. He really is a princess.

Wooyoung:

Now hear me out here.. I feel like his first instinct would be to laugh and ask if you were serious. Because he would know if you had allergies, right? He may joke all the time, but he pays waayy to much attention to every detail about you, and he's shocked he missed that one. He'd apologize with a slight pout, obviously at himself, and then try and lighten the mood by flirting with cringey flower puns. You can't help but swoon at him anyway.

Jongho:

So, Jongho wouldn't make that mistake. As soon as you two started hanging out, he'd made sure to ask about any and all allergies. He would never let something like that happen on his watch. He wanted to make sure whenever he took you out, it was somewhere he'd knew you could thoroughly enjoy. So when he brought you flowers today, you took a bug inhale and placed them in a vase on the island. He smiled to himself contently.

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Thank you again for the ask, hopefully you enjoy! 💜

*This by no means represents the artists themselves. It's purely fictional 😊

#ateez #ateez x reader #choi san #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez fluff #ateez au

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ut-acttoflirt · 2 months ago

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(Player here who played the demo a lot last year)

I have a question because either i messed something up or there's a bug or the requirements just changed.

So, i did the sans route and had that whole scene. But he shot me down and said better luck next time. So i did a normal route again to try and see if i can choose him for the ending cutscene but no he was still locked. So i did his route again because i remember that the second time he has slightly different dialogue and the entire breakdown itself is gone and the judgement scene is different. But nope, i had the only difference that he gave me the key to his room. I'll definetly check that out tomorrow but 1. Why did it only happen now and 2. How did i mess up the first time around? Did i do the wrong choices the first time? Because the only segnificant change i had in the second sans run was in waterfall, choosing "i wanna ask you something" instead of "just for the sake of it"

Anyway this game is still amazing and i just played over ther hours and now it's almost 3AM-

If he says "better luck next time," that means you didn't successfully unlock his endings. He'll directly tell you when you do. If him saying "better luck next time" unlocked his ending for you previously, that was a glitch.

That is strange considering that should have let you through the first time... I'll have to look into it to see what might have caused the softlock and hopefully patch that out. Apologies for the inconvenience, but I'm glad you're enjoying the game regardless!! Thank you so much for playing and all your input!!

#answer #viaviv124 #spoiler #bug

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nescaveckwriter · 6 months ago

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Hurting Angel - Chapter Five 💕❤️

A/N: Y'all it's been awhile I know, but hopefully this chapter will make it worth it...❤️💕 Love y'all and thanks for the support my bugs 🐞🐞🩷

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, violence, fluffy, fear... anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Crowley, Bridget, Lainey

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva. Also please do not copy my work!

Words:2895 😅

Chapter Name: Five 💕

Concern on his hard face, he barely kept his eyes on the road, he brushed the hair out of her face, whispering underneath his breath "My love, I'll kill each and everyone of these bastards, no one will ever hurt you again, never my angel!" His voice was laced with so much emotion, anger, fear, and something he hasn't quite experienced yet really in his life, love.

The range rover came to a stop, he called ahead letting his staff know that they should keep Lainey busy, and away from the entrance and his bedroom, he also demanded that the doctor should come over immediately.

He gets out, walking around the vehicle, opening the door. She looked so small, so fragile, like an angel who's fallen, and bruised a wing. He picks her up swiftly, her pretty little head resting against his chest, he cradles her like a little child. As he walked through the door, some of his staff were there, wanting to help, their faces stricken with heartache and fear, Bridget had crept into their hearts as well. His voice was hushed but loud enough "leave us alone, go! Just go do your work or something" he carried her upstairs, knowing he could have acted better, but if his people start to see this.. well this meek side of him, it will be like he's lost all his power and control.

He walks into his bedroom, placing her down on his bed, the doctor was already there, and in a matter of seconds he was looking at her. For the first time, it feels like he can breathe, he didn't speak, he just watched as his old friend took care of Bridget.

He then took notice of the blood on his own clothes, his hands were stained with her blood, furious he went into the bathroom, trying to wash off his stained hands, with every single drop of water that was mixed with the blood. He started to loose control, he's hands were shaking, his own reflection got caught in the mirror, he barely recognised himself, his face was a image of a broken, man, a man who's afraid of losing something so dear to him, something so precious, he clenched the bathroom sink, his knuckles white, he was furious, at those bastards, at this image of a weak man before, he started to ball his fist's and without warning he punched the mirror, he wanted that man before him gone, he shook his hand, blood and pieces of glass in his knuckles.

The doctor came rushing in, took one look at Crowley and knew well enough not to ask, he just led him into the bedroom and started tweezing out the glass. Crowley didn't look at his own injury, his eyes fell on her, the woman he loved but could never tell. He spoke, the sound was low, he didn't even sound like himself "is she alright?"

His old friend was caught off guard by his voice, but what completely took him by surprise was the look in the devil's eyes, "Y...yes she's going to be okay, little sore for a few days, but she's alright, some bruised ribs, and grazed skin, but she's a tough woman"

Crowley smiles, glancing over her, underneath his breath "she's a feisty little one". After awhile, the doctor went home and left Crowley in the room, with her, she was sleeping, exhausted and in pain, he walked closer towards her, slowly as if he's afraid he'll startle her, he looked at her bruised face, before he even realised he took her hand into his, it looked so small, with his right hand he traced the side of her face, his voice sounded low, deep, as he whispers "Bridget my love .." he stopped himself from saying what he wanted too. Pinching his eyes closed, he needs to stop this, he needs to not let his feelings show, no way in hell could an angel like her, love a devil like himself.

Weakly, her voice took him out of his thoughts "... Crowley?"

He is still holding her hand while his other hand traces her jaw, barely audible "love?"

Her small hand finds its way to his hand, slightly still brushing against her skin, she wraps her hand over his wrist, "your here?" She whispers

He couldn't hold back the way he felt, her hand on his wrist, the way she looked at him, he said those three words with honesty and truth "I'll never leave"

She smiled at him, mouthing a thank you, her eyes fell shut once again, and for what seemed like minutes he stood there, wondering if she might.. just might feel something for him too. The silence was broken by the cries of a child needing her mother… "Lainey" his face softened, he walked out making sure to lock the door behind him, she can't see her mom like this. His voice soft, almost fatherly "Hello sweetie, why are you crying?" She reaches her little arms out to him, "Where's Mommy?"

He picks her up, "Oh sweetie she, had to work late, but she did ask me too look after you until she comes back" she stares at him cheekily "really mommy doesn't like Cowley"

He couldn't help it, he laughed, "That's true sweetie, but she trusts me with you, don't you want me to read a story to you?"

Her eyes go wide, she pouts a little "Story and ice cream?"

How could he say no, "of course, let's go get some you can choose which flavour"

She lets out a cheerful squeak , "all of them" throwing her little arms around his neck.

And so he took the little one, both of them tried every flavour, all five of them, she then chose the strawberry, which was her favourite and his well probably the chocolate one. After a while when all the Ice cream was done, he then realised it was a big mistake, that little girl had way too much energy, she was running up and down, twirling around, dancing, laughing, it was beautiful to see, but it was exhausting as well. Somewhere in the early morning hours, the little one crashed, she fell asleep on the big teddy bear he gave her, he picked her up with the teddy, and placed her in her bed, whispering "Good night my sweet little one" he walked out, feeling tired but content, headed over too, his bedroom. Bridget was still fast asleep on his bed, so he opted out for the armchair. As soon as he plunged down, he felt tired, and his eyes fell shut.

It’s been a few days, since she left the house, and got beaten up, her bruising was still evident, but she could cover it with makeup, so that Lainey didn’t see her so beaten up, as she sat drinking her coffee on the front porch, she recalled Crowley’s gentle touch that evening, yes it might be true, she drifted in and out of sleep, but, something about the way he looked at her, shaking her head, knowing that she can’t fall for him, hell who was she kidding, in the last couple of months, she spend some time with him, had her smitten, but that does not mean she’s going to act on it. No! Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t even notice his eyes on her.

She sat there, early morning sun, shining on her face, almost giving her a golden halo. The wind softly blowing her blonde hair, exposing ever so slightly her neckline, she was the type of beauty you'd rarely seen, the way her lips touched the coffee mug, made him want to kiss her right then and there, but how could he, how could he be so selfish, no, he needed to be strong now, he needed them gone, he’ll keep an eye on them from a distance. With that in mind, he clears his throat. “Bridget” she turned her head, looked at him with those eyes of hers “Crowley? Morning” she smiled.

His voice was cold “we need to talk!”

Sitting up straight, she noticed the urgency in his voice “is something wrong?”

“Yes, you two have overstayed your welcome and you need to leave immediately”

For a moment, that felt like a few minutes she looked at him, surprised at what he just said “w…what?”

Harshly he replied “what’s the matter woman, was I not clear enough?”

Shaking her head, her voice brittle “w…what did we do wrong?”

“I’m sick and tired of you two taking over my damn house”

With out a single word, she got up and walked into the house, most of the staff was gone and Lainey was still fast asleep, placing her empty coffee mug in the kitchen sink, thinking of letting it go, and just pack up, but it was not in her nature to let him have the last word, she marched her way to him, raising her voice “dammit what is your problem?”

His eyes became darker “you, your my problem”

Throwing her hand in the air “why? What did I do?”

He glared down at the little women in front of him, he sounded mean, “everything dammit”

Her eyes piercing his “I hate you, you know that right”

He smirked, he was so close to her now, “you hate me? How sweet!”

Scoffing “Your a horrible person” with that being said she turned around to walk away, but before she knew what was happening, he grabbed ahold of her wrist, spinning her closer to his chest, still holding her wrist gently, his other hand went under her chin, tilting her head, his voice low, “you hate me huh?” he didn’t give her a chance to speak, as his lips met hers, she closed her eyes, giving into this moment, into this desire. The feeling of her soft, warm lips against his, was intoxicating and in that brief moment, the world didn’t matter, their different backgrounds didn’t matter, nothing seemed to matter, the passion grew with every passing second, he pulled back, only too look her in the eyes, both of them slightly breathless. His voice low, almost a growl “love..I..” he didn’t have the correct words so he pulled her into him, for yet another kiss, she offered no resistance, and their lips met again in an enduring, heated kiss.

But their shared kiss was short lived as men entered the house like a gust of wind, guns blazing leaving a trail of destruction in their wake, Crowley’s eyes darkened, as he looked at Bridget and spoke with steely determination, “Go! Get Lainey, run towards the bathroom, lock it and hide in the bathtub” he drew his weapon, a low rumble escaping his lips, “don’t come out unless I say it’s clear understood”.

Her eyes widened, she just nodded as she ran upstairs towards Laney’s bedroom, her breath coming in short rapid waves, she ran to her daughters bed, taking her in her arms, blankets and all, Lainey’s eyes big “mommy” she squealed, grabbing her teddy bear. Bridget ran as fast as she could to the bathroom.

Crowley shot a few of the men, that entered his house, fighting off one man, he saw two men slipping past him, running up stairs, he never feared anything in his life until now that is, he fought the man off, shooting him in the face, he started making his way upstairs,he heard the gunshot from behind, and the pain hit him like a freight train, a burning sensation washing over him, as he realised his been hit, falling to his knees.

In the corner of her eye she saw the two men coming closer, placing Lainey in the bathtub ordering not to come out unless she or Crowley calls her, Lainey’s eyes as wide as saucers, her lips quivering, her small little body trembling, tears running down her little cheeks, her voice barely a whisper “M…mommy don’t leave me” Bridget gave her a kiss on the forehead, “I’ll be back sweetie” she ran out of the bathroom locking the door, sliding the key underneath. Lainey’s little body shook, as she wrapped her arms around her teddy, weeping.

Bridget nearly made it a few inches further when she ran into one of the men, she gasped for air, the large man smiled at her, as he tried to take a hold of her, she ducked, kicking him instead, but he didn’t budge, instead he started walking towards her, and she started to take a few steps back, her back leaning against the locked bathroom door now, “what do you want?” her voice breaking, the fear in her eyes intensified, she wasn’t so worried about herself, more about her daughter. The man just grinned as he punched her through the face.

Then he took a handful of her hair, dragging her towards the stairs, she screamed and protested, but nothing worked, her body being dragged down the flight of stairs, she felt the impact of everything beneath her, but it didn’t nearly hurt as much as seeing Crowley laying in a pool of his own blood, she tried to grab ahold of him, but the man dragging her just jolted her further away from him. All the other men gathered around Bridget as they took a hold of her, dragging her outside, leaving the little girl alone, in the deafening silent mansion, the only thing you could hear was her little heartbreaking gut wrenching sniffles as she held onto her teddy bear…

@jackles010378 @k-slla @winchesterwild78 @angelbabyyy99 @bookishtheaterlover7

#hurting angel #nescaveckwriter #crowley #spn crowley #spn fanfic #spotify #Spotify

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rosainta · 11 months ago

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Day 2 of Rosain Quivan’s Daily Logs

Started December 7, 2023 at 10:00PM, Home

Finished December 8, 2023 at 10:42PM, Home

Log #2

Author's Notes:

I started this yesterday from a sudden shower inspiration thought. Who would’ve known that the most bizarre of ideas could be generated while cleansing yourself?

Anyway, this idea is just pure dialogue between Sniper and Scout from Team Fortress 2. No romance implied, but you could interpret it that way. I'll be completely honest with you- I'm very adamant when it comes to accurately representing their relationship, whether it be in a canon-compliant friendship / coworker way or in a romantic setting (specifically the latter, since I have to admit that I am an intense Speeding Bullet fan, though of course I love any other old depiction of the two, as well as other ships as long as they are respectfully expressed). Though this adamant demeanor towards accuracy helps me find out what I like to see in works including these two goofballs, I'm not entirely sure if I can transform those standards into my own writing... since I've never tried it yet! So, take this as another practice round, this time more centred on character depiction and dialogue (that, hopefully, doesn't sound like a cringey 15-year-old's WattPad fanfiction...)

Warning: a few colourful words here and there.

If you want a part 2 for this, let me know down below! I'll be happy to write anything, though. And also, if you have any feedback, please let me know! I strongly appreciate it :-)

Title: Intention. Fandom: Team Fortress 2 Third-person objective New Mexico, Badlands, Badwater Basin, (fixed the order; that was bugging me last time), RED Sniper's Campervan Around 3:15AM, sometime during the Gravel War

“Snipes... Snipes, you awake?”

A long pause. Then, the sound of dog chains jingling. A bed creaks violently.

“Sniper, get up, you gotta help me here!”

A low grunt, a shift in the covers.

“Ngh… can’t this wait? It's..."

A shift in the sheets, someone leaning to squint towards a clock.

"Crikey, half past three?! What in God's name do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to wake your sleepy ass up, stupid!"

A loud groan. Possibly the sound someone rubbing their temples together.

"Did you know that the average human being needs shut-eye to survive? Ain't that wild? Or perhaps you didn't come along to learnin' that at kindie yet?"

"Oh, just... just shut up and help me out, will ya? Look, I'm sorry it's so late, but this is really, really urgent, okay? And this concerns more than just the both of us, but you were the closest person I could find, so I need you here. I promise, I'll be outta your hair after all this."

A sigh.

"... if this is an emergency with the sheila again, go ask Spy. I'm sure he'll be 'appy to see your squirmy little arse again."

"Hah! Yeah, as if. He's probably out screwin' the Eiffel tower or somethin'; wouldn't wanna see, much less hear that, though I can only imagine the snorting sound he'll make when he- argh, anyway, that's besides the point! Point is, it's not about Miss P, it's about..."

A pause.

"...it's about what? Who?"

"Well, it's about Engie..."

Another pause.

"...and? Come on, Scout, get to the point, or I'm going back to sleep."

"Okay, okay! Well, I don't exactly know how to put this, but I think- or at least I have a feelin'- that he might, maybe, possibly, be workin' ... for BLU."

The bed creaks again.

"What, you think we got an enemy Spy in the base?"

"No, it's not that. He passed the security check earlier, because I was on rounds for that today. I think that our Engie, like the real one, well, I think he's double-crossin' us or somethin'."

"And why do ya' think?"

"Well, this afternoon, near the intel room, I was sorting my comics out when I saw him doin' this thing, where he would be all suspicious lookin' and shifty-eyed, then he'd pull out one of those 'computah' things, or whatever they're called, and start typin' really fast, like he was in a rush or something. Then, whenever someone passed him, he'd shut the screen down really quickly like this-"

A clap.

"- and would look at the person with a goofy little grin, as if he wasn't just sendin' some, I don't know, ransom photos of someone's wife a few seconds ago. He even had the audacity to wave to Pyro when it walked by, and I think even it found it a bit weird 'cuz it made this strange garbly noise I've never heard it make before. But anyway, he'd open it again and do the same thing over and over again until it was lights out. It was so suspicious. I didn't say anything then, 'cuz, you know, I didn't want him to know I was staring at him like a creep or somethin-"

"Which you are."

"Whatever, now, get this-"

A dramatic pause. Two hands are slapped on someone's shoulders.

"I go back to my room, and you know how his is right next to mine?Well, I wait outside the door, and I'm about to say 'good night' or something like that and maybe sneak in a question about his secret porn addiction, but... he doesn't go to his room. No, he turns the corner, goes out... and starts headin' in the direction of BLU's base."

Silence for a moment.

"You sure he wasn't just, you know, heading out for a hookup or somethin'? I hear a lot of people south-east go troppo for one-night-stands."

A slight shaking movement from the hands to someone's shoulders, dog chains jingling.

"Argh, Snipes, freakin' please?! I'm bein' serious here. He doesn't usually do that, I'd know because every night he plays those cheesy old cowboy country songs on his radio and goes to sleep, which keeps me up all night because I can hear it through the freakin' wall. And don't you think it's a bit strange how he was reacting when he was on the 'puter? No one would do that, even if it's for a hot night out."

A hand grips one of the latter's on someone's shoulder, as if to push it off.

"Well, maybe for bogans like you, who don't have the slightest bit of public decency when it comes to flirtin' with any skirt you see. And what right do you have stickin' your nose in his business? He could have as well been headin' back to Teufort to buy some quick supplies for his sentries, or hell, maybe even just going to see The Admin."

"Well, actually..."

The hands slide off the shoulders.

"I may have trailed him a bit. You know, just outta curiosity."

"You- you followed him? In the middle of the night?"

"Look, man, I had to do what I had to do to make sure that I wasn't going to have my head end up in someone's refrigerator the next day."

"But you do realize that you were being just as suspicious, more so really, as he was by trailing him?"

"Well, yeah, but- okay, look, that don't matter now, alright? What matters now, is that I found out where he was going. And it was the BLU base, I saw him sneaking in without gettin' shot by a sentry or a look-out, but I couldn't stay for long since they woulda caught me instead. But luckily, his little visit wasn't without a little proof. Check what I found-"

Knuckles slide against firm wood as someone picks up a small metallic object from a nearby dresser, holding it in front of them.

"This."

Someone snatches the object, clicks on a lamp, and observes it intently. A sleepy yawn.

"What is it?"

"I think it's called a U.S. Bee, or something? I don't remember what he called it, but he told me it's like a little key you put inside the compooter and it stores, like, info and crap. I don't know, something nerdy that only he and Medic would understand."

"Hm.... An' how do you know it's his?"

An impatient whine.

"I don't know why you're being so skeptic and shit about this, Snipes, I literally told you the story and brought a goddamn piece of useful evidence! Do you still not trust me? What more do you want from me here? A picture of his ass in blue?! Wait a sec- hold on- are you freakin' workin' with him?!"

A quiet sigh, someone shaking their head.

"Alright, mate, I'm sorry, okay? Veg out, now. No, I'm not workin' with 'im, and I do trust you, I really do. It's just that... I find it hard to believe that Engineer of all people, a man with whom we've been working with for 4 years now, would all of a sudden head up and go against his entire team like that, especially in such a dangerous manner when he knows that someone else could be, you know, spyin' on him."

"I wasn't spyin' on him, I was just-"

"You said yourself it don't matter, so it don't. What I'm saying here is that we don't know his intentions here. For all we know, he could be using his little device of his to gather intel on the other team, or he could be, I don't know, doing a secret contract or something. I just feel that it's unfair that we rush to conclusions like that, especially for one of our coworkers who may really be doing us a service, mate."

Quiet for a bit.

"You alright there?"

"No, I- I get it... I just, I just really feel like I found out something critical, you know? Like, it's not everyday you see one of the team be so secretive like that, well, except I guess Spy."

"Well, we all have our own secrets, don't we?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

Quiet. A few gentle pats on the back.

"But... wouldn't it be a good idea to try and find out what that thing, like, has? I mean, you know, just to prove that Engie really didn't have any bad intentions?"

"Yes, but that would be quite a breach, no? He'll most likely be looking for it in the mornin' and if he finds out you were givin' his equipment an unauthorised burl, well, say g'day to your dispenser privileges for the month."

"Well, what if I did it now, while he's still away?"

A pause.

"That's risky."

"I'll be fine."

"Alright, you do you. But how would you know where to start? And if you did get it to work, understanding what you're seeing is another question entirely."

"Hmm..."

Someone rubs their finger over their chin, pondering.

"Oh, I know! Medic, he'll know. Those two dweebs spend so much time doin' those experiments together, I don't doubt he'll know what the heck to do with this. Plus, man probably never sleeps, so it's basically 24/7 with him."

"Okay. Well, chookas with that, mate. I'm heading back to nap. G'night now."

The sheets shift for a moment, before an arm reaches out to stop them.

"Ah, um- thanks, pally. For listenin' and all. I know you don't really believe me or anythin' but, uh, I'm glad you didn't doze off halfway through."

"No worries."

"Yeah."

A pause.

"So, ehm, I'm gonna do that now."

"Oh, yeah, right, I'll head out now. Night, Snipes."

"G'night."

The light clicks out, and a figure scurries away into the night. Then, a sudden shift.

"Wait a minute, how did you get inside?"

Credits: Team Fortress 2 by Valve Image source: Team Fortress 2 Written by Rosain Quivan Cross posted on Amino ( Rosain Quivan )

#tf2 sniper #tf2 scout #scout #sniper #sniperscout #sniper and scout are friends here but you can interpret it as whatever you wish #tf2 #team fortress 2 #writing #writing practice #rosain quivan's daily logs #tf2 engineer #tf2 engineer mentioned #red scout #red sniper #red engineer #tf2 pyro

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nonuggetshere · 10 months ago

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OH A NEW IDEA I HAD FOR THE AU

Well, two

1) PK is grooming Sting/brushing her hair (depending on if bug or gijinka) ans she asks when he'll teach them how to hunt like he does, he replies that when they're big enough but it wouldn't be a good idea to start with the basics now

"Just need to look for a good thing to simulate your prey...hmm..." He pauses and then grins, "...You see Spectre resting over there?"

Her eyes go wide ans she grins and starts wagging her tail, "Yea yea, I do!"

"*Shh!* You need to stay quiet."

"Quiet, mhm, I'll be quiet."

"Stay low to the ground, keep your prey in your sights...and keep your tail in check or you might alert them."

"Oh- sorry-"

"Now try to sneak up as close as possible without making a sound and when you're close enough you pounce."

She sneaks up on him slowly then pounces, Spectre let's out a loud squeak and starts wrestling her and PK can't help but laugh

"Sting! Grandpa! What the hell?!"

"Snrk- Language, young man!"

"What was that?!"

"A hunting lesson."

"*A hunting lesson.*"

"Mhm. Would you like to join us?"

"Will I be prey again?"

He laughs, "No, no, don't be so dramatic kid~"

2) PK takes the kids into the city to stretch their legs and hopefully scavenge something. He let's them go off by themselves if they stay close enough while he heads for the fountain in the plaza

He looks up at their statue and sighs heavily

He glances at the twins splashing in puddles and smiles before looking up at it again, "I wish you could see them now. Sting looks more and more like you every day. They're strong and smart, you'd be proud," His smile falls a little as he looks down at the tablet in front of the fountain, "...I'm sorry..." He places one hand on it, "...It should be you here with them, instead of me... I wonder, can you see me now? Can you hear me? Do you know of your children? Does She let you use the sight I gave you, can you reach the city? If so, if you can hear me, I...I'm sorry. My little light, my little wyrmling, I...I love you more than you could ever imagine. You deserved better, a better life than you were given, a better father than me. I'm so sorry, for everything... I promise I'll take good care of the twins for you, I'll make sure you'll get to meet them one day. I promise."

He stays by their fountain for a bit before the two approach him

"Grandpa?"

"Hm?" He looks at them, a little taken aback by their worried expressions

"Are you alright?"

"You've been looking at mama's statue for a while."

He smiles softly and approaches them, "I'm fine, no need to worry about me, babies," He strokes their heads, "...Say, did I ever show you where all this rain is coming from?"

"No."

"I don't think so?"

"How about I'll go take you then?"

The kids play in the lake while he sits by and watches with a smile

#thylacines can talk #faaf au #spooky writes #technically!

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char-lie-spirals · 9 months ago

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YOU HAVE A CORRUPTION GRAHAM AU?? YES PLEASE

Of course I do, who do you take me for! I have at least one Graham AU for all 15 fears! (Some are just. Less planned out then others!) This one is decently planned out tho so let me just,, elaborate a bit!

Warning for Corruption-typical content (bugs, sickness, and all) and uhh. Unreliable narration?

In this AU, Graham realizes that the last time he felt safe was when he had Amy's company... so maybe the solution is just Having Company? To check that out, he tries to approach her to apologize for how their last meeting went and sure enough! Not being alone feels better!

It's clear Amy isn't very interested in hanging out with him, though, which is fair... but also not the end of the world! He can make new friends! And until then, well... Even if he knows Oliver probably won't take him back, he's sure the man would be down to catch up! And talk! And... keep him company!

He wasn't wrong. While a bit reluctant, Oliver agrees to keep in touch, meet up sometimes, and just... hang out. They don't move back in together (even if that would make Graham feel much safer), but Graham spends so much time around Oliver that the NotThem,, doesn't really see the chance to grab him at any point??

He is Well on his way to falling for the "unhealthy love" side of the Corruption with how much he clings to Oliver's company, but then one day, as he's waiting for Oliver to come out of the magic shop he's applying to work at... he spots something that grabs his attention.

The ants. The same ants Jane Prentiss mentions in her statement from mag 32. The ants other people seem to ignore, but now he sees them and there are just so many! And he starts to wonder... maybe there are ants in his house. Or bugs in general. He wouldn't be surprised, with the state his place is in!

And you see, if there are bugs there, then they can keep him company! If he feeds them, they'll stay! And then he can be at home, and always have company, and he can always be safe!

He wasn't wrong. There are bugs in his house, and they seem to like him! Maybe? At least they stick around, and the scuttle around the place, and he knows he's not alone just from hearing them around, and he's safe! ,,hopefully.

Cut to [probably not April 7th, 2006, since the timeline is messy in this one already... but a day just like it]. Amy gets home, decides to spend a relaxing few minutes checking in on Graham and,, oh. Oh, he's just kinda lying on the floor?? Over there?? And she's pretty sure he might be fuckin dead.

She calls the emergency number to report that she just happened to glance out of her window and her neighbour looks like he's been dead for a few days?? Then she realizes that that pipe isn't supposed to be there?? And it's moving?? But before she can report that to the operator, the thing pulls itself up to the window, stays there for a few seconds, and then retreats.

Yes, the NotThem got a single look into the flat and decided "nope. Not messing with that, goodbye"

Unlike Amy assumed, Graham wasn't dead when she called in. According to the paramedics that had to get him out from under a pile of bugs, that was an actual miracle.

The second he's let out of the hospital, he goes back home, of course! His friends are there! The friends whose mere presence saved him from the monster he got to see before it retreated! He can't be away from his company for too long, it's not good for him :[

Not long after, wanting to avoid getting pulled away from his companions again, he leaves his flat with them and has no intentions of ever returning. He lives here and there, on the outskirts of London, collecting more friends and companions from all over the place,,

He looks like he's sick, he has way too many bugs crawling all over him, at some point he just lies down in a patch of moss and relaxes, knowing that he'll never be alone again, listening to their song... and he's safe

By the time he gets up from that spot again, not even the best doctors could help him. It's a good thing he doesn't want help, then, isn't it?

After all of this, he goes on to become friends with Jane Prentiss at some point, accompanies her to the institute, spends the entirety of season 2 in the tunnels, and gets up to a lot of "fun" stuff! Makes a lot of "friends" along the way!

Also this entire time, he is 100% convinced that having friends/company is the best thing that can happen to a person, so he goes out of his way to "befriend" people (declare them friends and try his best to help them out when they're in trouble! Which... would be nice, if he stopped to consider that the Corruption still scares some people)

I have,, a lot more ideas for the AU, but unfortunately my notes about it are incomplete because I think too fast to write things down :[ But speaking of those notes, you can have this little gem from them for getting through this entire thing:

#asks.char #graham folger #I AM maintagging this one. I am the bravest and coolest and and and--#Also sorry this took so long to type out I was trying my best #Shout out to my irl for watching me create the entire AU live and not leaving but deciding that Corruption Graham is very cool and based

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miasmaghoul · 2 years ago

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Am I too late to send in an unhinged prompt? Swiss trying to suck his own dick. -Stream.

TEEHEE

Swiss huffs out a frustrated breath and growls as it ghosts over his sticky tip. A reminder of how close he is, yet how far.

"It's not that hard," Rain had said the other day. "Just gotta be flexible."

Swiss should have been paying more attention to how the lanky ghoul moved, in retrospect. But watching those long limbs bend and the way Rain's back curved had had Swiss palming himself shamelessly. When the ghoul had licked his own dick into his mouth Swiss had nearly passed out

But he's been here over an hour now, and he's only just managed to get his knees by his ears. His muscles scream at him, quads straining and shoulders taut. He'd long since lost his erection, his cock hanging limp and sad about six inches from his downturned mouth. Swiss grumbles as he tries shifting his hips one more time, but it's no use.

"Fuckin' hell," he bites out, batting at the mattress with grumpy fists. "So fuckin' close." Swiss brings a hand up and starts stroking. Maybe, if he can get a groove going, some of the tension in his spine will melt away and he'll get what he craves.

He fattens up again in no time, and at first Swiss thinks it's working. Some of the stiffness leeches from his overtaxed muscles, releasing around his hips. His now-slick tip is closer, he's pretty sure. Hopefully not just because he's a grower. Swiss stretches out his tongue, but has no luck. It remains just out of reach.

"Fuck, damn it," he gripes, pulling his hand away and watching his dick kick in its absence. To hell with this, he's too horny and his patience is gone. Swiss shifts at the shoulders, moving to unfold himself.

He can't lift his legs. He doesn't have the leverage.

He's stuck.

Swiss's cock throbs, and all he can do is watch as a pearl of precum beads up at the tip and drips down onto his own cheek.

"Oh no," he huffs, "ah, shit."

Swiss doesn't know if it's a miracle or a curse that Rain is the one to find him like that some 20 minutes later, striding into his bedroom unannounced with a pair of lunch plates.

"Hey Swiss, I brought you-" Rain freezes and gags on his words, eyes bugged out of his head. "Uh..."

"Oh, hey Rain," Swiss greets, aiming for casual and landing on strained, "what's up?"

"Is this why you were asking the other day?" Rain sets the plates on Swiss's desk with a raised eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. He approaches the bed, Swiss gazing at him upside down. His head is starting to get fuzzy from the pressure on his chest. It's making him delightfully loopy.

"How'd you guess?" Swiss blinks up at him with a crooked smile as Rain huffs out a laugh, rolling his eyes. "'s not as easy as it looks."

"I told you that, weren't you listening?"

"Nah," Swiss admits, smile morphing into a grin, "I had better things to pay attention too." His cock is still hard, twitching at the memory, and another drop of pre drips to land near Swiss's nose. Rain steps up and swipes it away with his thumb, smearing it over Swiss's lips.

"And now you're stuck," he chides, tutting, "should've listened when you had the chance." Something in Rain's tone has his stomach fluttering as the water ghoul disappears from his sight. Swiss feels the mattress dip and suddenly Rain is knelt against his back, staring down at him with a predatory tilt.

"Sorry," Swiss mutters, not really knowing why he's apologizing, but it feels right with how Rain is looking at him. "Help me? Please?" Rain smiles, offering a shrug.

"Maybe later," he says, light. Swiss blinks up at him, lips parted. Rain's long fingers run from the backs of his splayed knees and up his aching thighs, coming to rest on Swiss's firm cheeks. "But you look so welcoming, I think I'll help myself first."

Swiss yelps as best he can when Rain's hand snakes around to grip his hanging cock, giving him a firm squeeze as he spits on his exposed hole. Swiss feels himself clench and Rain laughs.

"Gonna paint that slutty face," he chuckles.

He looks Swiss in the eye as he tongues his hole and starts to stroke, and all Swiss can do is open his mouth and wait.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #ANYTHING FOR STREAMMMM

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plutoasteroids · 3 months ago

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Hello again! How are you!? Hopefully fine. First of all thankyou for opening a game for us, and also before i give you a moodboard let me mention it's all based on my intuition so please take it with grain of salt and let me know if things resonate because it can help me improve.

Moodboard; You and your fs 🖤

Okay so before i began I do believe you are someone to whom materialistyc things are important, like not in a negative way but money, luxury and all, it seems the same with your fs, idk why I was hearing"finance" maybe he's in finance!? Something about money was coming up, you both seem somewhat different but a good match and balance each other well like he doesn't seem the type to speakk much, reserved, private and yk like those business CEO types lol. While you seem someone who's free spirited like you want to enjoy life, might like partying? Or going out, wearing make-up,bold, loud, like you are a fun person. You seem the type to be anxious or overthink? While your fs seems someone who's like okay well i mean I don't think they really show much or overthink like you do, they seem to have taken good care of themselves, have masculine personality, maybe tall and bug shoulders? Idk why I was hearing this viral meme "i was looking for a man in finance..." Lmao. It's like you two balance each other well, you are the type of couple to spend money on luxury dates, going out, having fun. Your fs doesn't seem the type to party a lot or something rather is private and prefers to stay at home maybe? But would love to spend time with you. He seems honest and loyal too. Masculine energetically. Like you guys might like travelling? He seems very chill and cold, but kind and caring too. Someone who's work/Carrer oriented maybe we'll educated too someone who's intelligent, knowledgeable and experienced. You both give like star girlx CEO vibes (hope it makes sense) like you two are different but at the same time you two work so well together, you might be the type to tease? Hence more clingy but love and passion definitely seems there in your relationship. He seems handsome too, idk why "blue eyes" was coming too but don't take it too seriously because I can do wrong. Also I do think you are spiritual and all well balanced but he doesn't seem the type to be involved or is a believer of it i guess. You both seem very modern and open-minded. Like not the traditional type of couple!!

My question is->How they treat you. I'm she/her intrested in men (he/him) Jasmine, capricorn-sun, Virgo moon and taurus rising. Take care, hopefully you'll have an amazing day ahead. Sending good energy and vibes. 🫶🏻🤍✨🧿

You went above and beyond!! I love this sooo much thank you!

-How will they treat you

You may think of this person often or even fantasize about him often. Anyways, I feel like your fs is going to be a dream come true for you, they will certainly work hard to make all your fantasies come true. He'll offer you security, like you don't have to worry about this and that especially in terms of finances. This is a very pure type of love, like they'll do small, cute gestures just to see you smile and see you happy. You'll do a lot of activities that people may consider to be childish, but it will bring the both of you so much happiness and peace to the point that it will play such a big role in healing your inner child.

You may stay up all night worrying and stressing on if you'll meet him, if he'll be loyal or overall just how the relationship might be and I want to tell you that it will be everything you hoped for and beyond. This is the grow old together type of relationship, like he's 80 and still carries a picture of you in his wallet. That old Hollywood, Disney, whisk you off your feet type of love. You won't feel mistreated in the relationship it will be very much equal in terms of love, adoration and loyalty.

This person seems to be financially stable and with that comes their love language which is gift giving. He will give you lots of gifts and he's not stingy with gifts or money either.

-I heard him say I love you just when I was done doing the reading and he has a big smile on his face. To you he will be such a sweetheart ('I heard only for you').

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fox-muldest · 2 years ago

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Back To The Future

foxy_mulder

Summary:

The party is playing D&D when Steve Harrington, covered in scars, appears out of nowhere asking what year it is.

(Or, Steve returns to 1983 to try and stop it all before it begins.)

Notes:

CW for brief homophobic language & use of f slur

They’re playing D&D when it happens. Sat around the table in Mike’s basement as usual, in the middle of a campaign where they're fighting a Demogorgon.

"Quiet down," Mike hisses. "My parents will make us stop playing if we don't shut up."

"This is kind of an urgent moment!" Lucas says. He doesn't know what he'll do if his character dies, he doesn't want to make a new one in the middle of a campaign.

"The thing from the darkness strikes your character again."

"Can I see what's there?"

“Roll for--”

And then, out of nowhere, a human being drops out of the air to land on the table with a heavy thud, scattering papers across the floor. Dustin screams, and they all jump back as dice clatter to the floor.

The man sits up, and groans, pushing back his thick brown hair and straightening his polo shirt. It's Steve Harrington, Nancy's asshole boyfriend, but he's… different, somehow, in a way Lucas can't really pinpoint.

“Hey,” Steve says casually, like he hadn't just appeared from thin air. “Wow, you guys were small.”

“What the fuck,” says Mike.

“What’s the date?” asks Steve, sitting up. He winces, touching his head where it hit the table. "Head injury number six, here we come," he mutters.

“November 6th," says Lucas. Maybe he really doesn't have a head injury from falling and he's trying to see if he remembers stuff? Lucas has seen that in movies.

“The year, man," says Steve urgently.

“1983?”

“Perfect. Will, do not bike home by yourself. Stay the night here, or call your mom. The rest of you, I’ll hopefully make it back here tomorrow with a map of places to avoid, and I want you to stick to it like your life depends on it."

"Where did you come from?" asks Dustin.

"I fell from the upper floor?" tries Steve.

"There would be a hole in the ceiling!"

"You'll understand when you're older, now listen, have you seen anyone else?”

“Like, in general, or…?”

“Appearing out of the air,” says Steve exasperatedly.

“No, believe it or not, we haven’t. Can we get to the part where you explain how the hell you did that?”

“Are you magic? Magic is real?” asks Will, eyes wide.

“Uh, yeah?” says Steve. “I… didn’t mean to land here, though. So. I’ll see you guys around?”

“You can’t just leave after--”

“Listen. If it were up to me, you dorks wouldn’t even know I had been here, and I could fix everything with only El.”

“Who’s El?”

“Right, you don’t… okay. She’s a friend of mine. Keep your mouths shut, alright? Don’t tell anyone I was here. And stay here. Do not go outside by yourselves. Use the buddy system.” He pauses. "Do you have any guns here?"

"No?"

He snatches a brook out of the corner and breaks it to create two sharp sticks, then leaves, just like that. They all sit around the table staring at each other, at the mess left across the table and floor.

"Do you guys want to finish the game?" asks Lucas hesitantly.

"Hell no!"

"Magic is real!" exclaims Will.

"We have to follow Steve and bug him until he tells us how to do it. This is literally awesome."

They rush to the door, but Steve is gone, and his car isn't outside.

Mike runs up to Nancy's room. “What's going on with Steve? Where'd he go?”

“What?” she frowns.

“He was just here, and he popped up out of nowhere, and--”

“I’m on the phone with Steve right now. He’s at home.”

"He can teleport," whispers Will.

"When did you start talking to him?"

"Like an hour ago. Yeah, I--" she speaks into the phone. "Hold on, Mike is annoying me, I've got to--"

She shuts the door in their faces.

----

Eddie is rewatching Lord of the Rings when there's a knock at the trailer door. Probably Wayne, he's always forgetting to bring his key. He's lucky Eddie is awake at weird hours too or he'd be locked out at least once a week.

Eddie goes to the door and opens it. He stops in his tracks.

"Steve Harrington, at my humble abode?" He asks, putting on confidence that he absolutely does not have. Why would Harrington come here? Eddie is in boxers, socks and a T-shirt. He's not wearing shoes or pants, he couldn't run if Harrington is here to hurt him. "What do you want?

“Sorry. Uh… could I come in?"

He's got a bat in his left hand. Eddie's heart thumps in his chest.

“Are you gonna hit me with that?” asks Eddie.

Harrington had never done it before, but he runs with the jocks who do. Eddie peers over his shoulder, and doesn’t see anyone else, but they could be hiding in wait.

“No. It's for, uh. Something else. Okay, that sounded unconvincing, I should have left it in the car, but I didn't feel safe-- not because of you, it's because of something else."

"Something else," says Eddie blankly.

"I didn't want to get you involved. It's...I couldn't help myself and," he sighs. "Should have stuck to the paper."

Eddie stares at him.

"Hold on. Let me start over.” He pulls out a rumpled, folded sheet of paper, folds well worn like he’s opened and closed it a million times. “Disclaimer, hopefully I’ll have taken care of this before you even need this advice. But if Chrissy Cunningham tries to buy from you--”

“Buy what?”

He blinks. “Oh, you don’t sell drugs yet? Best not to even start then, because I know you were strapped for money but your uncle says he could have helped with the--” he stops, seems to realize who he’s talking to. “Sorry. Don’t sell drugs. And definitely don’t have Chrissy over to your house.”

There’s a lot to unpack here. “How do you know my uncle? And are you… warning me off of Chrissy? Not cool, man. Don't you have a girlfriend?”

Eddie isn’t even sure where he got the idea that Eddie was interested in Chrissie. Sure, Eddie might have liked her once, but she’s probably grown into another one of the mean popular kids like the rest of them. Brats like Harrington. He would never date somebody like that, he wants somebody who’s more open minded.

Harrington laughs again, knowingly, like he’s recalling some inside joke between them, though Eddie doesn’t know what it could be.

Harrington continues like he hadn’t said anything. “Like I said, if all goes to plan, it shouldn’t be an issue. Just keep it in mind.”

"You're being reeeally cryptic," says Eddie slowly, nervous now for a different reason. Maybe Harrington's off his rocker.

Harrington smiles tightly. "Sorry. I shouldn't even be here, honestly.”

“Then… leave.”

“Okay.”

Harrington looks like he’s about to cry. Now Eddie feels guilty. But, the guy came to his house with a fucking nail bat, what’s he supposed to think?!

“One more thing. Have you seen anyone around that looks like you?”

He laughs. “No one in this town looks like me.”

Harrington quirks a smile.

“If you do see anyone, give me a call. I'll go now."

He leans forward, and for a second Eddie thinks he’s gone completely insane because for a second it seems like Steve Harrington is leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. But he stops in the middle of the action and pats him on the shoulder instead. Then he turns and leaves.

----

This week couldn’t get worse. Steve keeps hearing these rumors about himself, that someone saw him hanging out with Eddie "the Freak" Munson. Which, like, doesn’t make any sense. He’s never even talked to the guy, and now he’s staining his reputation? Apparently Munson is telling people Steve’s stalking him. Besides that, Nancy’s brother and his weird friends are being incredibly annoying lately. They keep approaching him at school and trying to get him to talk about their little magic game.

Steve taps his pencil on the desk at school, bored. He looks out the window, and sees something strange.

Someone stands in the shadows at the parking lot's edge, right by Steve's car. That's creepy as hell. It might be Munson. Steve’s gonna go out there and show everyone who’s stalking who. Whoever it is, Steve's itching for a fight.

He gets a bathroom pass and leaves the classroom out the side door to the parking lot. He walks to the fence, where he gets a better look. It's not Munson, he's got shorter hair, and when Steve calls out to him he turns.

It’s… Steve. He’s got blood on his lip. Exhaustion creeps through the lines of his face, and he wears a torn polo shirt showcasing the old scars on his sides that look to be from an animal attack.

“Hey Steve,” says the man.

“Are we related?” Steve asks stupidly. He wouldn’t put it past his father to have another kid and not tell him, but god, they look absolutely identical, down to the moles on their faces.

“Yeah, you could say that. I mean, I’m you, so. There’s that,” he coughs awkwardly. “I was waiting for you to come out to your car. I need to ask you a favor. I need you to hide a kid in your house, there's people after her. I don’t have anywhere to stay, and I didn’t take that into account when I came here, and I know your house is empty as fuck.”

That's... A lot to take in.

“What do I look like, a babysitting service? And who are you, actually?"

"You'll love it, trust me," he says, skimming past the second question like Steve hadn't even asked. "Her name is El, she's gonna help save the world and stuff."

----

The kids show up at Steve's door that afternoon, and ring the doorbell repeatedly. Steve groans.

"These kids won't leave me alone. They keep trying to talk to me."

"Kids? It's not Mike and his friends, is it? The kids that play D&D at Nancy's?"

"Yeah."

"I should have known they wouldn't listen. You tell them 'stay,' they immediately run to wherever you're going." Future-Steve opens the door. "Hey guys."

"We demand that you tell us how to do magic," says Dustin. "Please. We have always wanted a wizard friend. We won't tell anyone, just pleeeease tell us how to do it."

"He cloned himself," gasps Mike. "Holy shit."

"Language. Anyway, I'll tell you what's going on, but you have to promise me some things."

"What?"

He starts listing off his fingers. "You will not interfere with my plan, you will be nice to El when you come in, because she's been through a lot recently, and you will not try to be a hero. And Dustin, if you find a little slug creature in the woods at any point, for the love of God kill it immediately, do not keep it."

They all nod, more confused than anything.

"Perfect. Come on."

"Hey, don't let them in, it's my house," says Steve.

"We like them, don't worry."

He sits them all down at the table.

"As you probably figured out, I'm not from here. It's like… how do I put this in nerd terms… you know Back to the Future?"

"What's that?"

"Oh. A little before your time I guess. Well, you guys are gonna love it when it comes out. It's like… ugh, I guess I shouldn't spoil the movie. Basically I'm from the future, and I came here to fix some things in the past. Or, the present, to you guys. Does that make sense?"

"That's incredibly simple. Could not be more clear," says Dustin.

"Okay, well some people might find it hard to follow," mutters Future-Steve.

"But what is there to fix?"

"A few things. El and I were gonna go take care of some monsters, the Demogorgon and the Mind Flayer, but ultimately I think we should hold off because we might alert--"

"You play D&D?" Lucas' eyes widened.

"Uh, yeah. I play once in a while, but that's not what I'm talking about. These are monsters in the real world. There's this dark wizard, Vecna--"

"Are you a wizard too?" blurts Will, bouncing out of his seat.

"No? Well… Kind of. I had to learn a little necromancy one time, but that doesn't really count. I know someone who knows magic, and a psychic, that's El. They're the ones who sent me here through a portal thing. I don't really get how it works, but that's not the point. The point is… are you guys getting this?"

They stare blankly.

"I'm getting this all out of order." He takes out his folded piece of paper, a list titled THINGS TO DO IN HAWKINS 1983. "Knew I should've just read from the paper… Let me start from the beginning. There's an alternate dimension below Hawkins."

----

Steve goes to school the next day like everything is normal, like he's not having the crisis to end all crises, and like his cooler future self didn't come back to… save the world? Fuck up his life?

These kids keep following him around, talking about how Future-Steve is a badass, how he's so cool and mysterious and knows all about their interests.

At least Steve's not a nerd.

---

"Shit," Eddie hisses to himself, "shit, shit, shit."

They're coming to beat up the freak again. They've found his usual hiding spot, so now there's not much he can do but run.

He turns the corner and opens the back door of the school, casting wildly about for a place to hide.

The dumpster, he could hide in there.

He makes a run for it, but his shoe is untied and he skids across the concrete and eats shit.

He closes his eyes, waiting for the hits to rain down, but none come. He opens an eye, and one of the guys is on the ground, nose bleeding. Harrington is there too, holding the other guy up by his collar, calm as anything, like it was effortless.

"You okay?" he asks Eddie.

Eddie nods dumbly.

Steve frowns. "Your knees are bleeding. Hold on."

The guy with the nosebleed runs off, leaving just Harrington, Eddie, and the guy still struggling to get Harrington to let him go.

"Put me down, Steve, come on, it's me," says the guy. James, Eddie thinks his name is. Or Joe, or something.

"I like you man, but you can't keep doing this."

"It's the Freak. Don't tell me you're actually friends with--"

"Dude," he says sharply. "Don't make me hit you too."

He drops Joe or James or whoever, who looks at him for a long moment and then runs off.

Harrington kneels beside him, and Eddie has no idea what's happening, or if he's about to get beat up too, or if it'll be another confusing interaction like they had the other night at the trailer.

Harrington reaches into his pocket, and takes out… Hello Kitty bandaids.

Eddie stares shamelessly, and Steve blushes.

"Wouldn't have pegged you for a Hello Kitty fan."

"I went to the store for a kid I know. She likes cats," he says defensively. "They're cute."

That's… surprisingly cool. Who is this Harrington? He keeps hello kitty bandaids for kids, and throws punches at bullies, and he's a lot more filled out than Eddie remembered, his arms are muscled and a little bit of stomach is visible over his jeans--

He stops the thought in its tracks. He has no business thinking of Harrington that way.

"Do you know why they were chasing you?"

"The usual," he scoffs. "I'm a Satan worshiping, D&D playing freak. God forbid I exist in public."

"I'm sorry."

"Like you don't believe that stuff too."

"I don't. D&D is cool. My DM's got us doing this campaign with dragons and shit--"

"You are so full of shit," he laughs.

"I'm serious. I play a paladin. Took me a long time to figure the game out, but I had help." Harrington looks so fond when he says that, like he's thinking of his friends warmly. "As for the devil worshiping, you don't worship Satan. You have long hair and do devil horns at every opportunity because you wanna look like Ronnie James Dio."

Eddie's world has been totally turned on its head. Steve Harrington plays D&D? He knows who Ronnie James Dio is? He's not a complete asshole?

"How'd you know that?"

"I know things. Paladin, remember? I'm maaagic," he says, waving his fingers and grinning.

Eddie barks a surprised laugh. "You are strange, man."

"Eh," he shrugs. "There are stranger things out there."

Harrington's hands brush over the fine hairs of his knee, and he shivers as the band-aid is applied.

He wants to ask what that was, the other night at his trailer. Why he's being so kind. But Eddie's always been a coward.

"Thanks, Harrington. I'll see you around?"

"Yeah." He gets a weird look on his face, like he's got something more to say. "See you."

----

"Were you just out there with Steve Harrington?" asks Robin, a girl who he's seen around school.

"Yeah."

"Was he being… weird?"

"Yeah! He gave me these," he says, gesturing to the hello kitty bandaids on his knees. "These two guys were ganging up on me and he--"

"Took care of it? Me too. Yesterday. And then he totally wingmanned me! I don't know how he knew that i'm-- uh. Well. The point is it was, like, crazy, and I'm glad I'm not the only one because I thought I was going insane and then I saw him out there with you and I thought, maybe I'm not the only one seeing this!"

"Your name's Robin, right? I'm Eddie." He holds out a hand, and she shakes it awkwardly.

----

Steve is loaning Future-Steve some clothes, but he keeps getting them covered in blood and dirt from whatever he does all day. Fighting government agents coming after El, or something.

"You have to stop, this was my favorite polo," whines Steve.

"Sorry man," says Future-Steve.

The door opens, and Steve turns to tell the kids to get out, but it's not the kids. It's Eddie Munson.

"Hey," he says awkwardly. "That guy who looks like me? He's here."

Then another Eddie Munson walks in behind him, but taller, and with longer hair and a metric shit ton of tattoos over his body.

"Hey princess," he smiles. "Sorry it took so long."

Future-Steve runs over, and they're… kissing.

Oh.

Steve makes eye contact with Eddie and sees his expression of what the fuck reflected there.

Some girl he thinks he's seen in class comes in.

"El's downstairs saying hi to herself."

"Rob? You didn't have to come!"

"Course I had to, I wanted to see my bestie, it's been a week and I missed you and I wasn't gonna pass up the chance to freaking time travel!"

Future-Steve leans back in and gets right back to making out with Future-Eddie like they hadn't even been interrupted.

"That's us. Kissing," Steve says dumbly, mostly to make sure he's not hallucinating.

"Yeeeeahhh," says Eddie, eyes never leaving the pair. He swallows, and red rises in his cheeks. "Uh. Care to explain what the hell is going on?"

----

"Since I've seen you, has anything changed?" asks Future-Steve, sipping a cup of tea as they all sit around his kitchen table. The kids are quiet for once, avidly listening to their conversation like these people from the future are the most interesting things they've ever seen.

Future-Eddie shakes his head. "Things have been about the same. A little hectic, because getting the materials together to open another portal through time wasn't easy."

"You shouldn't have closed it behind you," says Future-El.

"Yeah, not cool. And don't give me that 'wanted to keep everyone safe' crap either. Now we have to set the chart back to 0 days."

"What chart?" asks Lucas.

"The Number of days without Steve trying to sacrifice himself chart. It was at 29! Almost a whole month!"

"When did Steve Harrington sacrifice himself for someone else?" scoffs Mike. "Look at him, he wouldn't save someone if it meant his hair would get messed up."

"He saved you. More than once, you little brat, so how about you show a little respect?"

"El," Steve interrupts. "Do you remember what happened today when you were," he gestures to the younger El.

She nods. "Hopper found me. Then I stayed with Mike, in his basement."

"That wasn't what happened this week. And you all said nothing has changed, so… if me picking up El hasn't changed your memories, this whole trip hasn't changed the future," says Future-Steve disappointedly.

"All of us still remember everything going how it went before."

Future-Steve sighs. "I was debating whether to kill Vecna or just close the gates, but if it isn't changing anything…"

"We could go back now. It was worth a shot."

"I don't want to go back without fixing things. You should leave me here, or send me back further maybe, and I can keep trying to--"

"We aren't gonna do that. That's the whole reason why we came," Future-Eddie says softly. "To get you."

Steve can feel his heartbeat in his chest watching the exchange. How had Future-Steve managed to find friends who cared this much for him? Who would find a way to go through time and space on his whims, and then would go out of their way to come pick him up even when he failed?

"No. If it'll be different in their timeline, then it's something, isn't it? I'll finish this."

"We'll help," says Robin firmly. "Duh."

"So will we!" says Lucas.

"Totally."

Future-Steve sighs. "I'm so sorry I got you guys involved in this again. This time was supposed to be different. You were supposed to be safe."

"These kids are a handful any timeline we go to," Eddie grins. "They'd do anything for you, Steve, you know that. Dustin wanted to come back with us, y'know."

"You told him no, didn't you?"

"Of course I did, he's got a chemistry test coming up. He needs to study."

"And it would endanger his life!"

"Oh, yeah, that too. He handled that well every other time though. Like, actively enjoyed it."

"Okay," sighs Future-Steve, long suffering. "Let me lead a bunch of children into danger, again.

----

Steve sits by the pool, bored. He’d called Nancy earlier, but not for long, because she had to go hang out with Barb. It’s always Barb, Barb, Barb with her.

Future Steve walks up behind him and takes a seat on the other patio chair.

“Heard you and Nance fighting,” he says. “What was that all about? You didn’t tell her anything, did you? I want to keep her and Barb away from this for now.”

“I didn’t. We were just… talking. She had to go see Barb,” he scoffs.

"You should be nicer to Barb," says Future-Steve, looking out over the pool’s blue water.

“She’s trying to sabotage my relationship.”

“She just cares about Nancy.”

"You think I don’t?”

“I know that you do, that’s why I’m telling you. If you want it to work with her, don’t treat it lightly, y’know? You gotta respect her friends.”

“Why would I listen to you? You’re dating Munson, clearly she dumped you.”

“Maybe it was mutual,” he says, too defensively to be true.

“Whatever. Can you fuck off and do whatever you came here to do and leave me alone?"

He's being unfair. He knows he is, Future-Steve is literally trying to save everyone, but Steve can't help but hate the guy. He's just so annoying, always preaching to Steve about what to do, and everyone seems to think the sun shines out of his ass. But, hey, Nancy dumped him, so maybe he’s not that great.

"Eddie said I should be gentle about this, but I don't see any reason to. You’re a real piece of shit."

"What?"

"Nobody's told you that before, have they, King Steve? But you are. You don't give a shit about anything but your image, can't even be nice to your girlfriends best friend because of it, and it's… it's such a joke. No wonder mom and dad don't wanna come home, you're a brat."

"Shut up. You don't know what--”

"I know exactly what I'm talking about,” he says, and he stands to look at Steve directly, voice rising to a shout. “Barb is dead because you couldn’t just--"

"She died?"

He stops, seems to lose all the steam he had built up in one fell swoop, and slumps back down in the patio chair.

They sit there quietly, Steve contemplating what he should say to that. If his own future self hates him, then maybe there’s something there. He knows himself best, after all. It’s not like he didn’t know mom and dad weren't proud of him, but to have his own face say it, it’s real in a way he’s never allowed it to be before.

"I would care. If she died,” he says. “I don't want anyone to die.

"It's your fault,” Future-Steve rasps, facing away from him. Steve thinks he might be crying. He doesn’t say anything.

----

Future-Eddie comes to talk to Steve later, while Future-Steve is out getting quote-unquote ‘supplies.’ He had refused to say anything more on what the supplies were.

"So, I heard that Steve's being mean to himself today,” says Future-Eddie as he joins Steve on the couch. “He never listens to me. I told him he should wait to talk to you 'til I was here, the guy’s self-esteem is lower than my high school GPA."

Steve just looks at him.

“Which is low. To clarify. I was held back. So don’t take what he said to heart, he doesn’t know you.”

"He's me. Of course he knows.”

"I know you pretty well too. You apologize too much, you always run into danger even when it’s not necessary, you’re, like, the most heroic guy I’ve ever met..."

"That's him, not me."

"Then be that guy. Except don't throw your life away because you feel guilty. Steve literally threw himself into the portal I made. Didn't even give anyone the option to go first, because he wanted to 'make sure it was safe.' Pissed me off."

"I'm not like him!”

“What’s so different?”

“For one, I'm not a fag."

He hums. "You had a crush on William Shatner as a kid."

Steve's head shoots up. He had never told anyone about that.

Future-Robin comes from the other room.

"Ugh, I wish you guys hadn't given him an early crisis," she says. “You couldn’t have kissed when he left the room?”

"I'm not not gonna kiss my boyfriend when I see him, Robbie," says Eddie, throwing up his arms dramatically.

"It took me years to get him to open up about being bi, and you're trying to do it all in a day? Look at him, he's, like, a baby version of Steven, practically in the womb!"

"I'm literally right here," Steve says. “I can hear you.”

“I’m giving him a pep talk! He’s the one who brought up gay people!”

Robin looks at Steve. "You don't have to listen to him. But we're also friends of Dorothy. So, don't be straight on our account. Or gay! Don't be straight or gay on our account! You can be… whatever you want!” She pauses, and backtracks. “ I mean, not that it's a choice, but it's your choice to… to tell people, or to not!"

Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Smooth. How are you, a lesbian, messing up the gay speech? I’ve gotta do everything around here. Steve, trust that you are very loved, and just be yourself."

"I am myself," he says defensively. "I don't see how you convinced me to stop dating girls. I mean, if you guys had the chance wouldn't you rather be normal? It's kind of gross, is all. I don't mind it, as long as you don't hit on me."

They’re silent for a long moment, and Steve smirks. He's gotten to them, and now they'll finally leave him alone.

Then the two burst out laughing.

"Oh, Steve."

"I forgot what a pill he was back then."

"You knew him?"

"From class, yeah. He was always saying shit like that. 'It's kind of gross, is all.' So were your polos. And they still are."

"I'm just saying, if a guy touches me, it would freak me out, so don't get any ideas!" As an afterthought, he adds, "And you, stay away from my girlfriend."

They just look at him in fond amusement, like he's being funny instead of insulting them to their faces.

"Do not tell him."

"I wasn't going to!"

"Tell me what?"

"Nothing!" they say in unison.

"If Nance and I aren't together in the future, uh," he swallows, nervous at the answer, "Do you know why we broke up? Like, what I did wrong?"

"How do you know you did something?"

He shrugs. He just knows. He wouldn't leave Nancy, and he was bound to fuck something up at some point.

Eddie sighs. “I don’t know if my Steve would want me to go into it. But you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Did I cheat?” His mom always said he would turn out like his father, it makes sense.

“No. You’re against that stuff, and you know it. You have never done that,” says Future-Robin firmly.

“Is it because I killed Barb?”

“Oh my God, I am gonna have a serious talk with Steve. God. You didn’t kill anyone!” says Future-Eddie.

“He said I--”

“You had a party, and a portal to the Upside Down opened in your pool, and Barb fell into it. You weren’t even at the pool at the time. Steve thinks it’s his fault, but he thinks everything is his fault. Really, we all just got caught at the wrong place at the wrong time,” says Future-Eddie sadly. “And it’s not our fault.”

Steve is quiet.

"What's going on in that brain of yours?" Future-Eddie says, poking him in the middle of his forehead.

"Nothing."

"Okay bud," says Future-Robin, ruffling his hair. "Well, we love you. Get to bed early and don't eat any cheese before bed, it gives you bad dreams."

"How did you--"

"You told me. Anyway, I'm off for the night, gonna go hang out with myself at my place and spoil movies for her."

"What?! Why?" yells Robin from the other room.

"So you can tell people at school the plots and pretend to have precognition!" She yells back. She turns back to the two of them. "We've always wanted to do that. She’s big time lonely. So it's me and me, slumber parties every night, bitches."

"You're spoiling yourself," says Eddie.

"You told your past self about the stock market. And how to make beef stew."

"Hey, cool. Beef stew is my favorite food," says Steve.

"We know," say Future-Robin and Future-Eddie at the same time.

Future-Steve comes back to the room carrying a bundle in a sheet glances between them, furrowing his brow.

"You guys aren't talking about me are you?"

"Get over yourself, not everything's about you," scoffs Future-Robin.

"Yeah, we were," says Future-Eddie.

“Okay. Well. supplies are here!” He drops a bundled sheet onto the couch. It unrolls to reveal a huge pile of weapons.

Where the hell did they get these?

----

They decide to kill Vecna instead of just closing the gates. It's a bigger risk, as by taking El with them they risk Vecna taking her powers and immediately opening more gates, but Future-Steve is worried that if left alive, Vecna might eventually find another way to open gates and they won't be able to stop him.

They trek through the Upside Down, which Dustin thinks is kind of a cool name. He wonders if he came up with it. Lucas, Will and Mike are waiting back by the gates, making sure no one approaches them, and that if they randomly close, they'll have people on the outside who can contact Hopper, Murray, or Sam Owens for help. The rest of them come to the Upside Down. Future-Steve is against the idea of any of them coming, but the others insist that it's safer this time, they know what they're doing now and Vecna isn't expecting them.

"Forgot what a dump it was here," says Future-Steve.

"Home sweet home," sighs Future-Eddie, but he glances around nervously. Future-Steve rubs his back.

Ugh, Future-Steve is so awesome. Doing that for a bro.

----

They travel through the Upside Down. Eddie and Steve stay toward the back of the group, glancing around nervously at their weird surroundings.

"Do you think we'll end up being them?" asks Eddie.

He doesn't have to clarify who.

"I don't know," says Steve. "They're… a lot to live up to."

"Yeah," Eddie chuckles darkly. "They said I died to save the Dustin kid, but I can't see myself doing that. I'm more of a runner than a fighter."

"Seriously, they said I learned necromancy to bring you back to life! And I have muscles like crazy in the future--"

"I opened a time portal and I'm a wizard apparently, and I helped kill… demon bats? Using metal? I'm like badass Gandalf."

"And in the future, I would know what the fuck you mean by that."

They laugh.

As Steve steps on a vine, it reaches out, snatching his leg.

"Oh shit! Shit!" He reaches for his weapon, a rifle Future-Steve has somehow obtained from the police station, but he's yanked out of reach.

Eddie grabs it.

"Shoot!"

"I might hit you," he says hesitantly.

"It's okay if you hit me, just do it! It's gonna reach for the others," he says frantically.

The thing is reaching out, feeling around, and if they don't sever it, it will grab more of them. Eddie doesn't like it, he would rather the responsibility be someone else's, someone more capable. His future self would do this better, but there's no time, he's got seconds to act.

Eddie could drop the gun and run, but… he couldn't. He won't.

He shoots. The thing contracts, dropping Steve and pulling away.

Steve sits up, panting. "Thanks," he says.

"It was no Gindeldalf, but that was cool, huh?"

"It's Gandalf." He smiles at Steve, who smiles back. "We might have to get you your own self sacrifice chart, mister 'its okay if you hit me a little.' Maybe we are gonna become them.'"

They run to catch up with the group.

"For the record, I think you're okay right now, Munson," Steve says.

"Thanks," says Eddie. "You're not so bad yourself."

----

They reach the Creel house very quickly. Eleven looks up the winding stairs. There is something dark up there, she can feel it. This is the center of the power.

"He's upstairs. Hurry. Don't touch anything."

"Did you think of a happy memory?" Asks the older version of Eleven. She had asked her, earlier, to think of moments of strong emotion.

El shakes her head. Everything has been fear. "I can use an angry one."

Her strongest feeling is anger, she thinks. She has so much of it, unused. Her hands shake as they walk down the hall.

"You're scared," says the older version of Eleven. She has kind eyes. Eleven doesn't think her own eyes are so kind. "Don't be. We can do it."

"I can go alone," says Eleven. "I'm strong."

"We're stronger together."

"If we fail," she says, voice catching in her throat, "You have things. I have nothing. I can go alone."

It would be less lost. Eleven would be missed by no one important. She has spent the past weeks in comfort, at Steve's house, but it came with uncertainty for the future, and the sense that it would soon be gone again. These people would go back to their future, those other children would go to their homes, and El would be captured again.

Older Eleven shakes her head, crouching to speak to Eleven at eye level. "You will have so much. You have friends, and a dad."

"Not like Papa?"

"No. He is kind and keeps us safe, and allows your boyfriend to spend time as long as the door is cracked. You like food. Waffles. They're good." She pauses, thinking. "You're not alone anymore."

She looks back at the other children, her future friends, and at her future self with kinder eyes and a reassuring grip on her hand.

Something unfurls in her chest that she's never allowed in before. And she knows she has a future, the proof stands living before her.

This is the memory I will use.

They enter the attic, and there's a thing there, like a man but wrong, red and covered in vines, power emanating from him.

Vecna. Eleven freezes. They had told her what to do, and who he was, but it's different to see it in real life.

Vecna opens his eyes.

"Eleven," purrs Vecna, reaching out vines to curl against the sides of the room threateningly. "I wasn't expecting you to find me so soon. I have plans for you, little one, I--"

El has a future.

She reaches out her hand, and eviscerates him.

"Oh," says Future-Eddie. "That was... efficient. Uh. Let's run away before the house starts to crumble."

----

The group from the future gets ready to leave, standing by the portal and saying their goodbyes.

Future-Robin and Future-Eddie, surprisingly, want to say goodbye to Steve.

“Thanks for helping us, Stevie,” Future-Eddie smiles at him.

"Uh, yeah, no problem,” says Steve. “Sorry I said that earlier. You guys are really nice. I was just being an asshole."

"We love you anyway, dingus."

He thinks she's said that today more than anybody's ever said it to him. He can’t understand these people. They seem to mean it when they say it, every single time.

"Why?"

"You figured yourself out. We've had a lot of time to talk about stuff and move on. And, you're my best friend and number one supporter in the future, so I’m trying to return the favor."

Steve’s eyes well up.

"I don't get what I could have done to deserve it. I didn't save your lives or anything.”

"We don't love you for that. I love you for that big fat beautiful heart of yours.”

“And I love you for your looks,” says Future-Eddie dryly. Future-Robin elbows him. “Ow. And all that other stuff.”

“Think about who you are, instead of who King Steve is, and it'll all come together. Okay?"

He shrugs, and looks away. "I'll think about it."

“Hug time!”

They hug him tight, and when they let go and walk through the portal, when the portal closes behind them leaving only empty air, he feels like he’s lost something crucial.

Steve looks around at the people left standing there. Lucas, Dustin, Will and Mike. Eddie, Robin and Eleven. They’re a strange bunch.

“What now?” asks Will.

After this bizarre series of events, it’s odd to think they might all go their separate ways and never see each other again. He can see it all now. Steve would go back to throwing parties and sitting in his parents house alone. Once in a while, he would see the others around at the grocery store or at school, and he would remember that, in another timeline, they could have all been something.

“You guys wanna go to the drive-in?” he asks. “They’re playing that Star Trek movie, you nerds would like that.”

They all pile into his car, several of them sitting in each other's laps to make room, and they chatter in the backseat. Eddie sits on Robin's lap up front and they argue about lore, and Steve has no idea what they're talking about.

Yeah. This could be the start of something beautiful.

A/N:

sorry about the "there are stranger things out there" line, I know it's corny, the strangest thing is that I couldn't help myself 😭

a couple things i wanted to put in but didn't want to go to the effort to write, or felt they'd distract from the main story too much:

-Eddie totally showed Will how to do magic in real life... because come on. he's Will the Wise

-Steve driving to wherever Max lived before moving to Hawkins and probably kicking the shit out of her stepdad and billy

-Nancy figuring out that somethings going on, joining the team, realizing she and Steve broke up, and the two of them having a real conversation about their compatibility as a couple

-Kind of wanted more of Future Steve lurking around and being mysterious before anyone found out who he was, but then I decided to make the kids find out immediately because it was more dramatic. Also because Steve is not someone who is very capable of being cryptic or mysterious

-El and Steve bonding and Steve realizing he does in fact love babysitting

-More explanation on magic. The time travel and necromancy were hand wavey but I think it would be cool if there's other things out there besides the Upside Down, like other alternate dimensions and systems of magic. In my head, many of Future eddies tattoos are runes for this kind of magic. Dont know how they came across it or learned it or anything, just a fun idea.

unbeta'd & unedited. If there are mistakes, no there aren't <3))

#stranger things au #stranger things fanfic #steddie fanfic #steddie #5k

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