#i had a long phase of being really and truly ok and in love with my body

[y-avann-a]

What the fuck? Why am I sucking my stomach in and sticking my breasts out while posing for a picture with my sisters? I am ELEVEN YEARS OLD in this picture - why do I have body image issues? I hate this stupid thinspo-dietculture-fatshaming-bodyharm culture

[rogueddie]

A Spot in My Life T | 953 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is keeping a spare sweater or blanket in the car because they always get cold

Steve Harrington is a bitch.

It's something that Eddie knew, all through high school, but he had thought that Steve had somehow became a new person- thanks to the Upside Down and constantly almost seeing the world end.

Steve isn't a bad guy, he can admit. He's still trying to keep an eye on everyone, make sure they're ok, even checking in with Eddie in his own way.

But he's very sly about it, hiding it being playful jabs, eye rolls and cocked hips.

It rubs him the wrong way. And it's only made worse by how much Eddie still likes him. It's as if the bitchiness only draws him in more, even as it makes his chest burn with irritation.

He tries to avoid Steve for as long as he can. He knows that finally befriending him like they both want will only end badly, but he knows he can't resist the temptation.

He enjoys the time before as much as he can, reveling in how often Steve will try to corner him so they can hang out, how much he whines and pleads and pushes. He enjoys the illusion that Steve could feel anything for him like he does for Steve.

And, when they finally do hang out, his fears are confirmed.

Steve is amazing. He's funnier than he comes across as at first too. He pays attention to what Eddie says and tries to get him anything he wants.

He's the type of friend that anyone would fight for, Eddie is sure. It explains how he ended up so popular in high school too.

If Eddie had known what Steve is truly like, he'd have been lining up for a scrap of his attention like everyone else.

"They're assholes," Steve explains, when Eddie finally asks about his old lackeys. "Tommy always took shit a step too far. I didn't need them. Probably shouldn't have befriended them in the first place."

"They were your friends," Eddie reminds him.

Steve sighs, leaning back. "Yeah, I guess. Just wish I'd realised sooner, how they were getting."

He never complains about the kids, not genuinely. In the quiet moments, when Steve is honest with an almost painful degree of vulnerability, he talks about how amazing the kids are. He talks about how honored he is to be friends with Dustin.

It only makes Eddies feelings inch ever closer to 'the L word'.

"You should talk to him," Robin suggests. "He really is amazing."

"I know, but... guys that are ok with lesbians still get weird about gay men, you know?"

"Yeah, but Steve isn't like that. Did he ever tell you the full story of how I came out to him?"

"It was after the Russian torture drugs, right?"

"We were in the bathroom, near the cinema. I thought we might have puked it all up, so we decided to test it, ask each other questions. So, I asked him if he was ever in love..."

"Oh... oh no."

"Oh yes. He liked me, told me so, and that's when I came out to him."

"Holy shit, Robin."

"But that's my point. He was a little surprised, sure, but he started making jokes, like, immediately. Didn't phase him at all. He got with it immediately. We're just friends, and that's not a problem for him."

Eddie groans, throwing his head back so it thumps into the wall behind him. "But that just makes him more hot!"

The story plagues his mind, to the point that it's the only thing he can think about when he picks Steve up for their next hang out.

In the dead of winter, Steve feels the cold worse than anyone else that Eddie knows. He runs hot, and the sudden temperature drops brings out the worse in him.

He's shivering when he climbs into Eddie's car.

"Fuck, why isn't your heating on?" He whines.

"It's broke," Eddie reminds him. "It's fine, don't worry."

"Don't worry? I'm gonna get hypothermia, Eddie! I don't want to turn into an ice sc- what is that?"

He takes the blanket that Eddie had reached back to grab, staring at it.

"It's a blanket."

"No shit, I mean... it's yellow."

"Yeah? You like yellow."

"You got this for me?"

"You see anyone else shivering in my van?"

"No, it..." Steve pauses, glancing at Eddie before slowly wrapping the blanket around himself. "Sorry, uh... thank you. This is, um, nice."

"it's nothing."

"It's not. Just- take the thanks, Ed."

"Alright, alright."

They're silent for the rest of the drive. It's so unusual for them that it has Eddie nervous, glancing at Steve every other moment.

When they finally pull to a stop, Eddie turns to Steve, who stays where he is. He stares out the front window for a moment, before turning to face Eddie.

"Are you alright?" Eddie asks.

"Yeah, I am. Enjoying the warmth."

"That all?"

"... yeah."

Eddie rolls his eyes. "You're a terrible liar."

"Wh- hey, I'm a good liar!" He tries to glare, but quickly backs down with a huff. "Alright, fine, but it's really sappy! Don't say I didn't warn you!"

"Oh, no, the horror."

"Shut up. I was just thinking about how, like... there's so many little things in your life that are for me. My tapes in your room, spare clothes in your closet, this blanket... I really appreciate it, man. You've made space for me in your life. It means a lot to me."

"Oh, right. That's... yeah. Of course, Steve. You're always welcome. I love- uh... spending time with you."

"Good. I love spending time with you too."

"Good."

"Great."

Steve's smile is wide and goofy. He's sure that his own is just as cheesy.

[midnight1nk]

So, this week's episode...

[Spoilers below cut]

save me SMG4 episode save me

(the following is my live reaction:)

moo-stache moo-stache moo-stache

why do I feel like Pedro's going to be here?

"bruh Pedro was just a one-time thing." they literally killed off Mickey, ANYTHING can happen

KAIZO YOU'RE BACK HI

OMG please tell me someone from the Team saw this fan animation and put it in the episode as a nod to the animator, that would be awesome!!!

btw great fan animation, go check it out if you haven't [link]

YAYYYY, c'mon Mario you gotta spend time with your brother :)

also I need to find a playthrough of this game while I work

whoops my hand slipped [*makes 4 say "I should've chosen the USB over you, 3"*] :)

Hey Shroomy :D ....oh *western spaghetti flashbacks*

like seriously, I can't hear that audio the same way again

helicopter helicopter (copter)

oh hey swag *he fades away* NOOOOOO

well, digging did (mostly, sorta) help the last episode

OMG HI HI HI MY SILLIES

Three, why are you here if you think it's stupid? unless... 🫵 🏳️‍🌈⁉️

it's giving "I'm only here to support my boyfriend's interests", like I'm starting to believe that they truly are dating behind the scenes

they're on a date, your honor 💙💜

and there they go bickering again smh /affectionate

I'd like to think that ever since Four drives a forklift, that's just his method of transportation. screw the car, we're taking this baby out for a spin :)

Mario, you need to be ✨forklift certified✨

sorry, just Three's gayass poses give me life

actually yeah why is the line not moving?

the boys :)

also that walk animation tho

HOW LONG IS THIS LINE?!

also c'mon Three, show us your dance moves :D

oooooh that editing i love that

THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING

now that they've mentioned it, why are there so many conventions happening at the same time? hmmmmm *game theory theme starts playing*

SMG3: "Maybe they're lining up to go to your mom's house. That line's usually pretty long." DAYUM THREE

"the line doesn't end" ayo wtf????

shroomy, you've eaten mushrooms before and you had no problem with that

....it really is the end of the world huh

ONE WEEK LATER?!?!?!?

"there is no end" "the end will come" me, sitting in the corner: hmmmmmmmmm

whelp, it's confirmed, I kin Four now

Three's not going coo co crazy, he's just vibin' :)

THIS IS WARRRRRR

this whole fighting scene omg it's SO good!

....WOTFI? ok no :P

AWWW THAT WAS ACTUALLY SWEET DUDE

CAN WE PLEASE GET A HUG? FOR ME SPECIFICALLY?

.... yeah uh Boopkins, you're going to have to explain what the hell you mean by that

not that it's surprising, we've been through a lot. just another Tuesday (or Saturday in this case)

MY HEART CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS FLUFF

HUG HUG HUG

THAT'S MY BOYS

RAVE PARTY [*dances*]

....sonic, is that you? sorry, my mind is still in the sonadow generations phase so I can't unsee them

:O wait, Boopkins, what did you mean by that?

MARTY?!?!? WTF

SMG4: "Don't worry, Mario. There's one way we can fix this." Beat the shit out of him...? YEAH I KNEW IT HAHA

*explodes*

and congrats to samgagmincho for your art featured at the end credits 🎉

.・-: ✧ :--: ✧ :-・.

This was a fun episode, I loved it!! Seeing my boys is always a plus and I appreciate the return of some side characters. With how the world is right now, I really needed this episode. So, thanks Team, for keeping my spirits up.

I just enjoyed watching my silly little guys doing silly little adventures. Traffic is a nightmare so I don't blame Mario in the slightest. Anyway, 3 and 4, how was your date? /silly

Can we just talk about the animation? It was so good!!! You really see the quality they put in, especially in that fighting scene. I didn't expect MARTY of all people to be the cause of all this. I honestly thought it was going to be a gag of something harmless just being in the middle of the road for no reason (like a turtle or smth) and the Crew being like "ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!" but NOPE, Marty was here and apparently A SORCERER?! I really shouldn't be surprised, what am I talking about here. And ofc the OG duo immediately beating the shit out of him is so fucking funny to me. He didn't die (I know that), but he's definitely going to be more relevant in the future.

...puzzlevision 2? ok I'm sorry

SMG4 show and jokes aside, I hope you all are ok. No matter what happens, we'll stick together. Don't give them the satisfaction that they want. You aren't alone, and we'll keep on fighting.

Going to be a Sonic fan here, Sonic 06 is famously known to be... augh. But there is a good moment with Shadow that I think is relevant now:

Mephiles (the villain of the game): "It's futile. The world will betray you. Why fight at all? Why risk your life for those who will persecute you later?" Shadow: "If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have."

Take care, my dear fellows, and I'll see you all in my next post!! Hmmm, there is "no end" [*game theory intro plays*]

[fernlessbastard]

Quackity's a workaholic.

He would spend nights working instead of sleeping, but eventually, when Las Nevadas was developed enough to mostly run itself, that it isn't just work. He could never truly sleep, never wanted to fall asleep, scared of his own mind when not focused on something, only sometimes pushing himself to rest through alcohol or pure exhaustion.

Wilbur on the other hand never had issues falling asleep. It came to him naturally, or maybe it was the constant exhaustion (especially after revival). He could never really sleep though. He would fall asleep, but not rest, half conscious most of the time, or experiencing terrible nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night.

Inspired by your recent art, Quackity would sometimes just stare at sleeping Wilbur. But, Wilbur would often stare at sleeping Quackity in the morning, admiring his lover when he's all soft and calm, and thinking of ways to surprise him with something nice when he wakes up. Maybe he should make him breakfast.

Ok so I love this cause I absolutely adore the "opposites attract" HCs with Q but it'd always be like "well they both definitely have sleep issues" but this is a way to have both and like that's a major slay

Three little hcs regarding their sleeping habits: 1. they both have a tendency to wake up when the other does, just automatically - they're just synchronised (most of the time at least one of them falls right back asleep tho); 2. Wilbur's weak sleep is significantly worse when Quackity's still working - like, he will finally come to bed and Wil's asleep but then Q sits down on the bed (quietly as fuck) and Wilbur's like "hey"; 3. they switch around their sleeping positions, but Wilbur absolutely loves being the small spoon - partly cause he's always cold, but mainly cause he wasn't held enough as a kid/hj

Aaaand in the spirit of the ask, a little headcanon that's tied up with this (plus more at the end):

Common one, but I'll elaborate - Quackity's warm, Wilbur's cold. So, of course Wilbur's cold after revival cause his body's kinda fucked up and all that. Quackity - for a normal human (or a normal animal hybrid I guess idk works with duck too) consistently has a pretty high body temperature. He prefers sleeping mostly undressed (maybe with shorts on but that's not a guarantee/lh), he usually has to unbutton his shirt a bit lower than standard (I mean he's also a whore but it's a 2 in 1 y'know), etc etc.

Now, with Schlatt that resulted in limited cuddling even in the honeymoon phase cause the other also had a higher body temperature, and they'd just end up sweaty and uncomfortable.

With Eret the relationship started with a generic, platonic, positive message ("you matter ♡ -Eret" which they gave out to people in general just as a nice gesture, but nothing romantic) and ended with Q alone at the altar, so it's probably safe to say that didn't really come up.

With Karl and Sapnap though his body temperature was both too much, and not enough - Sapnap, as a demon hybrid, was much warmer, so with him cuddling wasn't really the most comfortable long-term, and while Karl was slightly on the colder side, Quackity wasn't as warm as Sapnap, so Karl would mostly cling to the latter. They'd try to make it all "even", but the emotional and physical distance was still noticeable.

And then there's Wilbur.

In pogtopia they didn't really cuddle much, but whenever they touched shoulders or leaned against each other Quackity noticed that Wilbur would frequently lean in for just a second longer than normal. This came back 10x stronger after revival. With a lot of Wilbur's nerves and blood vessels fucked up, he's pretty cold most of the time. The first time they cuddle he absolutely sinks into the embrace, making a comment about how nicely warm the other is. Quackity doesn't expect it to hit him as hard as it does. He giggles, slightly flustered, and dismisses it as Wilbur just being colder. From then on it repeats, and soon enough Quackity returns the favour by unintentionally hitting Wilbur with something along the lines of "you're like, the perfect temperature". See, Wilbur's always been on the colder side. He'd hear comments about how cold his hands were - not to even mention post revival - and he never really thought much of it, until Quackity's comment just hit him like a ton of bricks, and he just felt so perfectly in place in Q's arms. They just form the perfect temperature equilibrium; not too warm, not too cold - just perfect.

Little bonus: Quackity starts occasionally taking a jacket or sth with him even though he doesn't need it but he knows Wilbur will probably get cold (and need a second jacket).

Another little bonus that connects this HC to a different one about Quackity having sensory issues. VERY tldr is that sometimes he just gets this intense physical discomfort in his limbs (AuADHD moment), and only way to lessen it is intense stretching, OOOORR using Wilbur as his personal ice bag. There'll be nights where Wilbur will try to move his foot cause "it's probably too cold and bothering Q" just for Quackity to "scold" him for moving it cause it was pressing perfectly into his calf and keeping him from losing his mind cause of sensory issues.

Also they both have food sensitivities, but Q's are more broad, and sometimes they'll spend hours arguing(/lovingly) over what to get on pizza, or when they go to a new food place sometimes Wilbur will just look at Quackity who's staring at the idk olives he accidentally ordered in his food (cause he didn't know the dish contained them) and he will just silently slide over his plate so that his boyfriend can peacefully pick all of them out and give them to Wilbur. When Wilbur encounters food sensitivities - say, in a restaurant - Quackity will go full Karen mode and make sure his boyfriend gets only the food he wants.

Continuing the topic of mental health, sometimes Wilbur will struggle with hygiene during depressive episodes, to which Quackity will either motivate him with showering together(/nsx), a shared bath, if he's doing worse, or in the worst case scenario he'll help him clean himself up with a damp cloth (no judgement, no comments even, just love and support)

[akookminsupporter]

Hey! A couple of questions for you 😊

AYS, to me, was never going to “confirm” jikook. It was just unrealistic considering society and that they’re serving now. That being said, did AYS reaffirm for you jikook might be real? And do you think if it was your first bts content would you also think that there might be going something on (ie watching with no bias). For me, it showed how incredibly close they are and several moments of intimacy that goes beyond most friendships.

The second one is now 6 weeks out from the car convo, has your opinion on it or its relation to jikook changed? For me still, that car convo didn’t show they broke up or disprove that they may be dating.

One of my pet theories, even before Face and long before knowing buddy existed, was wondering if they took a step back in prep for military service - a let’s focus on solo careers and work on not being as tied together cause we have service a head of us. A practice run if you will. Not breaking up, more let’s try long distance.

More so now, and what I haven’t seen people talk about, is I was thinking about how for the other guys and jikooks prior relationships, they would know how hard dating as an idol would be. I’m sure Tae and Jennie had a lot to contend w being so busy as idols and on differing schedules. Same thing for dating a non famous, dealing w the insane hours and workload, rarely being in Seoul. And that was never a reality jikook faced - for a period they would’ve both lived and worked together. They were in the same schedule, the same places. And that would’ve been for a majority of their relationship. So no wonder post October 2022 was an adjustment, when they truly did not have any schedules as bts. And they’re both human, and Jimin has said both he and jk get lost in their work (from that colouring live). Sometimes we aren’t the best and prioritizing work and relationships, especially when it gets busy. You hear stories about loving couples going thru phases where they’re just roommates before making the effort to not just be living together. It seems like Jimin got incredibly busy and focused with Face and Muse. And jk is allowed to have feelings about that. Doesn’t mean them not being able to see each other to hang out is any deeper than that. Doesn’t show that they broke up or couldn’t be dating. I also wonder, since we may never get the background on it, if that period of time solidified the decision to enlist together. Where before it was a ok well enlist it will suck, became after that period of time nah we’re not doing 18+ months apart.

Ahhhh sorry for the long post, a couple questions and a couple thoughts for you haha

Hey anon, sorry for taking a bit to post your ASK.

“Did AYS reaffirm for you that jikook might be real?”

Yeah, definitely.

“Do you think if it was your first BTS content, would you also think that there might be something going on (i.e. watching with no bias)?”

Oh, absolutely. I think if I'd seen AYS without much context, I’d be sure they’re a couple, no doubt about it.

“The second one is now six weeks out from the car convo; has your opinion on it or its relation to jikook changed?”

Are you talking about Jungkook complaining that Jimin never reached out? Honestly, no, I still hold the same opinion I had initially.

I think one of the reasons why that time they talked is confusing for us is that we don’t have the context for a lot of things. For example, when did they decide to enlist together? I think that decision shaped many of their choices, like focusing on their work and perhaps on other friendships, because their relationship wouldn’t just pause dramatically come December 2023.

Honestly, I think that period in their relationship solidified whatever they have and made them want to be together, which is why they ended up enlisting together through a system that guaranteed they'd be together. Even if Jimin and Jungkook took a break—assuming they really have a romantic relationship—the fact that they decided to film a show together and enlist together in the army shows they’ve overcome whatever was separating them or that they’ve just realised they want to be together.

So, I think it’s a bit tiring and unnecessary to speculate about what might have happened during that time in their relationship because, first of all, we have no context, and second, they’re still together. The fact that they enlisted together through the buddy system is the biggest “proof” they can give that their relationship is solid, whatever that may be.

[blue-disco-lights]

✨ Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thank you so much for tagging me - love this one! (i love them all actually) @jrooc

@stocious @michellemisfit @doshiart @mybrainismelted @mmmichyyy

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Name and A03 handle: Julia, Blue_Disco_Lights

Current Location: my dining table - my work is hybrid, so this (suprisingly uncomfortable setup) is my desk twice a week.

Favourite picrew: I never really wore my space buns this high, maybe a bit lower… also the jewelry is a Chain Mickey homage obviously.

What's one thing you want in a picrew? I love a creative background and good sweater options. If left to my own devices, I’d be in a hoodie all the time, but it’s nice to spice things up!

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Hard to choose! it's a tie between some @galladrabbles and these @gallacrafts.

Why is it your favourite? I’ve been knitting since I was a kid but never really got beyond the scarf phase lol - and Season 1 Not-a-booty-call/“Whatever, see ya” Mickey wore that green scarf and I knew I had to recreate it. The t-shirt is me attempting to draw for the tomato theme and I just think it would be so funny if Ian actually wore this outside.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? For the scarf, it was all about finding the right yarn and also that cute patch that just appeared out of nowhere at the craft store. Drawing is hard because i don't know how 😆

Last ao3 fic you commented on? It was either on Shame-proof written by @ms-moonlight-inn and @notherenewjersey or A Song Only You Can Hear by @suzy-queued - both so good!

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I’m usually OK with WIPs taking a while, truly… but oh man, I’ll copy @jrooc's answer and say Things Beyond Mistake by grayola. What a STUNNING work and we’re left just aching for what happens for those two. My second is Elevator Music by gallavichsecurity- another beautifully written one that I hope will continue one day. 

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? I love enemies to lovers, the slower the burn the better 🫠🔥 . I’ve yelled about loving road trip plots a lot, so I loved Highway of Hedonism  by @roryonic (w/ beautiful art by @gallapiech).

Least favourite? I’ve never gravitated to mpreg   

Secret or surprising kink or trope? Never even knew A/B/O was a thing until i got here - hello! Same goes for Whump - once it clicked that it was an actual genre, it was like oh wow, i think i’ve been into this my whole life lol.

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? Er, shocked quite honestly. When I see that I actually have multiple things posted on AO3 I do wonder who that person is??

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: There are so many hype people i want to thank in my writing journey - your amazing comments & reblogs really made me feel like a writer! (which was a little shocking - so please know they went a long way 💕) @gallawitchxx @energievie @creepkinginc @jrooc @michellemisfit @palepinkgoat @gillyp @suzy-queued @ian-galagher @sweetbee78 @francesrose3 - and special shout out to @mybrainismelted for being an amazing sounding board and co-conspirator on Gallavich Summer Camp among other things!

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[eepyuii]

frostbite — pt. 10

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish

cw ; none. idiots in love

notes ; ITS YEARNING HOURS BAYBEE ‼️ for the first time ever, a bit of childe’s POV, wowie zowie!! also a bit of a cheesy chapter LMFAO, it’s just these two dinguses “reaching” the realization that they want each other so bad, it makes them look stupid.

also a smidgen hint at the end towards the next phase of this dumpster fire of a fic >:3

ok and finally- i know i already made a post abt it but like. would u guys still love me if i posted a luke castellan fic? it’s SO self indulgent bc i’m brain rotting from the percy jackson show so idk yet :>

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old wooden planks creak with each step childe takes.

he’d long lost the count of the days he’d spent in this peculiar inazuman domain— the mystic omnyou chamber, his companions called it. though what a fascinating domain it was, ever-changing and ever-puzzling but most of all, ever-deploying more enemies for him to fight his way through. he feels like only now he truly knows what teucer must’ve felt like in front of all those mr. cyclopses all those months ago.

he felt as though he was given a little too much breathing room by the motherland, still being stationed in liyue with you whoever knows how long his mission was finished, so it was no less than perfect to hear the news of scaramouche’s disappearance from inazuma after taking the gnosis for himself. as much as he disliked to have to leave you in northland bank with the promise of the two of returning together still at hand, he dully needed to take up on his responsibilities as one of her majesty’s harbingers.

still, he could fair by through the remembrance of you and his love for combat.

it’s amusing how freshly burned into his mind the memory of your time together at dottore’s lab was, even when he was half-conscious and at his physically weakest. how you soothed away his wounds with the cool breeze of your cryo powers, how you kept him company while he recovered, how you called him a pret-

“psst— you’re doing that thing again.”

“h-huh..?”

the harbinger is snapped from his daydreaming by paimon naggingly whispering to him. as childe finds himself back in reality, he registers the sight of the traveler, xinyan and shiki taishou walking ahead distractedly through the narrow dusty hallways of the domain, while paimon had fallen back alongside him.

“are you back now? ok good.” the travel guide snides, hands sassily placed at her hips.

childe chuckles sheepishly. “i-i’m sorry, paimon, but i’m not quite sure what you’re talking about.”

“oh, come on, it’s so obvious! the entire time we’ve been here, you’ve been doing this thing where you either doze off thinking about y/n! y’know as someone so passionate about fighting, you really need to get your head in the game right now.”

he feigns an offended scoff. “that is entirely untrue, comrade. my focus is solely on figuring out this domain’s mysteries and defeating its monsters.”

there’s a brief pause, where childe thoroughly reevaluates what paimon just said.

“wait, how did you know i was thinking about y/n? i-if i were dozing off and possibly thinking about them!”

she scoffs. “puh-lease, you’ve been babbling about them since we got here! almost everything you’ve said has somehow trailed off into y/n, so much so that even shiki taishou is caught up on what’s happened with you two!”

paimon was someone known to be a bit eccentric and overreactive at certain moments, but she also had her moments of being very bluntly honest in other situations. this was one of them. the harbinger deliberates for a moment, out of all the time he’s spent venturing this domain with the paper doll, just how much information had he unwillingly retained about you.

suddenly, a moment of clarity washes over childe and he vividly recalls all the moments during his venture in the domain where he’s talked about you. saying things such as ‘i wonder how y/n is doing right now…’, or ‘hah, y/n’s cryo attacks would demolish these enemies.’ or even ‘oh! that reminds of this one time, when y/n and i were kids…’. lest we mention the multiple times he’s said ‘i can’t wait to return to inazuma with y/n and show them this.’ whenever he’d been exploring the electro land’s scenic locations.

poor shiki taishou.

but then again, is it truly his fault that the mystic omnyou chamber had so many moments and details that were so clearly reminiscent of you? o-or maybe… maybe this was just a domain and everything reminded him of you regardless. but that’s the more unlikely possibility.

he curses scaramouche in his mind for a brief moment. it was all because he decided to go rogue that childe had to leave so abruptly— just when he’d made amends with you, just when the two of you were restoring your friendship. just when you’d started to flash him that devastating smile of yours again, instead of the standoffish snarl you’d presented during his mission in liyue. gods, he could feel his heart pang against his chest. surely it was just the adrenaline of battle, though. even if the group hadn’t faced enemies in more than ten minutes by now.

an even further tucked part of childe’s mind curses paimon next, for pointing out how much he speaks of you, because now he truly cannot stop. he looks ahead towards the end of the corridor and he can’t see what’s next, can’t see the next tatami matted arena where he’ll face a new wave of enemies, something he thinks he wants— no, all he sees is you.

it’s like your face is burned into his retinas, your fond laughter burned into brain and the warm feeling of when he slept against your shoulder burned into his skin.

childe doesn’t doesn’t fight as well as before in the next battle, he’s sloppy and distracted. after the arena is cleared, he’s left with a scratch across his bicep— which, thankfully, the domain grants a healing sigil to mend.

but it’ll never cure him like you do, never soothe the very core of his being like your powers do and it’ll never look at him the same way you did, caring and attentive.

he remembers how he felt lookup up at you then— like you were the stars in the night sky. he needed to get this mission over with as soon as possible.

—

you could almost hear your mother’s nagging tone telling you to not play with your food. as delicious as liyuean cuisine was, you’d lost your appetite halfway through your meal- as well as interest in the tale the restaurant’s storyteller was telling.

it’d been probably the dullest week you’ve had in a while, no new assignments from the motherland, no events happening in the city and… admittedly, no childe.

you can’t find the effort to lie to yourself and say it’s fine that he’s gone, that it’s for the tsaritsa’s noble cause— you don’t care about it. scaramouche could screw off with the gnosis and live his life, as far as you were concerned. in fact, you’d say he deserves it, given all he’s gone through with the doctor, even if he could be an astronomical asshole at times— well most of the times.

and now you can’t decide who to blame for childe’s absence, the balladeer or the tsaritsa. either way, it’s affected you more than you’d ever admit out loud. it’s been such a monotone week not just because of the distinct lack of anything to do in liyue lately, but also because of a distinct lack of… someone to worry about. yeah, that’s what it was, just an unusual sense of calm and nothing to stress over, that’s all—

“even in all my years, i’ve rarely seen someone stare at an unfinished bowl of dragon beard noodles with such intensity.”

a rumbling, baritone voice quips jokingly from across your small table and you’re startled away from your thoughts. looking up, the comment is revealed to come from mr. zhongli, the consultant from wanshe— oh, who were you kidding, the now former geo archon.

you hadn’t formerly spoken to him since the mission to take, well, his gnosis. after the situation with osial was diffusd, you beared witness to an unsettlingly diplomatic exchange between mr. zhongli and the fair lady, where he gave away the very culmination of his divinity like it was spare change. of course, you’ve spotted him countless times around the harbor— merely enjoy the little things the city had to offer. you can’t truly fault him for making the decision that he did, six thousand years is, unspokenly, too much time to not peruse the fruits of his labor from up close.

“a-ah, mr. zhongli! it’s been so long since we last spoke.” you scramble to politely greet zhongli and briefly wonder if you should stand up to bow to him, which he seems to notice.

“my apologies for startling you, doctor— may i?” he gestures to the seat in front of you and you nod.

“yes, it has been some time. i recall you being there for the completion of my contract with the fair lady, but the last time the two of us had the opportunity to meet casually was the very same night we first met.”

you nod curtly— you’re tense, you don’t know why. you know he’s not an archon anymore, you were there to see it, but perhaps the real weight of being in the presence of someone so powerful, not just an archon but the oldest of the original seven, seems to have only settled in now. you feel almost as choked as when in the presence of the tsaritsa, which you know all the same that you shouldn’t be. zhongli chuckles amusedly.

“i ask you to treat me as though you would’ve that night in liuli pavilion, like any other acquaintance. chatting with a mere consultant of a funeral parlor requires no formalities. now— have you been well, doctor?”

you can still only bring yourself to nod wordlessly in response, there’s no need for zhongli to know how royally miserable you’ve been lately.

“and.. may i ask why you held such a glare towards your meal? is it not your liking?”

“oh, no the noodles are just fine, amazing even! i was just… contemplating wether to finish it or not.”

great cover.

“hm,” zhongli hums with playful suspicion. “while a reasonable topic of contemplation, it did very much seem as though you were rather staring through the bowl, as though there is something on your mind. i would not mind hearing what is it that vexes you, doctor— if you’re comfortable to share, of course.”

yeah there was no fooling a, again, six thousand year old divine being with a half-assed excuse like yours. you sigh.

“well— yes, you caught me. the last few days have been, uh… less than peachy for me.”

“what exactly is it troubles you these days?”

“i wouldn’t say it’s trouble but, there hasn’t been much to do at northland bank lately. and childe has been out on a mission for some time now— b-but it’s mainly the lack of assignments!” you stammer.

“is that so? i did hear of childe’s sudden departure for inazuma but it is curious that you’re being kept stationed here with essentially nothing to do. but, if i may— has childe been absent for as long as you’ve felt dull at work or would you say there is no relation?”

already at so few words out of sheer nervousness, zhongli managed still to render you completely and utterly speechless. what are you even supposed to respond to this?

“i-i uhm, i… alright, i won’t even try.” you sigh in defeat and zhongli looks coyly pleased. he patiently awaits for you to gather your thoughts and actually say more than two stammered sentences.

“i truly can’t tell what it is. i feel like i’m supposed to be worrying for him— as if he’ll get injured again or injure someone else o-or even worse, do something stupid but there’s just.. nothing! it’s like i’m so used to being aware of his presence and now there’s nothing and it’s- it’s frustrating.”

“you miss him.”

you pause. do you miss him? no, it can’t be so simple— you have a medical degree, it is most certainly improbable that you’ve been trying your brain over just missing childe. well, sure it was great that the two of you were starting to make amends and stopped being so on-edge around each other but… there’s no objective reason for you to miss him.

right?

“i would not say i even near the level of an expert on matters concerning relationships between people, but i’ve seen a lot in my time. enough to tell you with confidence that it’s most likely you just.. miss him, doctor. and that it is okay to feel this way. the two of you do not stand at odds anymore, you never have— it is reasonable for you to be affected by his absence.”

you furrow your eyebrows. “how do you know if… childe and i stand at odds, mr. zhongli.”

“well, i have witnessed it. both directly and indirectly— the tension and misunderstanding between the two of you during our meeting at liuli pavilion was quite evident and i’ve heard of how you opposed him in battle at the golden house. but that is all it has ever been, misunderstandings and disagreements, but you’ve never truly disliked each other.”

“h-how do you know-“

“he speaks quite highly of you, doctor.”

“wh-what?”

“childe has only ever spoken highly of you— i recall mentioning that had been looking forward to meeting you in person during our dinner, it is all because of how grand his description of you was. plus, during our eventual meetups, you’re mentioned at least once every time. and you, as we’ve discussed, do seem to hold some care towards him, to the extent that you first concern is his health.”

your heart aches and you hate it. it’s a terrible, void sensation that frustrates you to no end. why? why did childe have to make it so difficult for you? why can’t you ever feel simple feelings when it came to him? why couldn’t you ever just feel one way towards him with no smaller part of your brain saying something else? even worse, why couldn’t your brain ever think about anything else— literally anything, instead of just constantly orbiting around the mixed emotions you felt when it came to childe?

you just constantly, restlessly and unendingly seem to care about him.

“you know what, mr. zhongli, i think y—“

“ah, there you are, sergeant!”

a less familiar voice calls out from behind you and you turn around with a bit of surprise— it’s a man clad in fatui uniform, who you recognize as mikhail, one of the officers stationed at northland bank. he’s not exactly someone you interact much with, just a mere coworker you greet every other morning, so you’re perplexed as to why he’s seeking you outside the bank.

“mikhail, what is the occasion?” you ask, briefly eyeing zhongli to find that he remains with a neutral expression awaiting the exchange.

“i am deeply sorry for interrupting your lunch, sergeant, but ekaterina urged for me to find you as soon as i could. a letter has come in from lord dottore for you specifically— she says it is of utmost importance.”

—

the wharf is unusually crowded today.

an untimely flux of either tourists or returning immigrant citizens, perhaps it is an important time of year in another nation— although, childe could truly care less at the moment. he’s doing his best to politely push his way through the sea of people leaving their respective ships while almost unconsciously seeking you out within it. he knows you wouldn’t be here, as his return to liyue was unannounced, but his eyes fly to latch onto your likeness anyway.

childe ends up finding you right in the center of the harbor’s main street, practically right below the catwalks that lead to the bank. you’re slowly pacing back and forth, a piece of paper clutched in your hands and a vacant expression on your face— childe can’t find himself to clutch to those details right now, he just needs to get to your side. he makes large, determined steps towards you, big grin invading his features, and while he’s still approaching you, you spot him and your eyes widen even more. once childe is a mere two steps away from you, he stops.

“y/n! oh, it’s so good to see you!” he heaves out gladly.

“ajax—“ you reply in a quiet voice and his heart swells at the use of his real name. he truly can’t contain himself anymore and tackles you into a tight hug, one so strong that stumble back a bit.

his arms snake tightly from under your arms to above your shoulders and his head lowers from being against your own to reaching your shoulder blade— it is as close as he physically get to you, while trying to be respectful of your space, of course. you’re still in shock for maybe five seconds of the hug, but eventually you just let yourself slowly wrap around him and squeeze ever so slightly. both of you have your eyes closed to sink into the moment.

the hug is long, maybe twenty seconds so, and as childe becomes satisfied with its duration and pulls away, he remains with his hands to your elbows in a gentle hold. he sighs with said satisfaction and beams towards you.

“i have so much to tell you about inazuma! unfortunately, i couldn’t find scaramouche there but i managed to see so many beautiful places, so many amazing experie- wait.. what’s wrong?”

the harbinger pauses mid sentence when he notices the numbness in your expression and his bright grin falls into a concerned frown— you feel like the most terrible person for making him lose such excitement. your mouth opens and closes as you find what to say, but you eventually whisper it out.

“ajax, i-i… i have to go to sumeru.”

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❤️‍🩹Lifeline | MYG❤️‍🩹

Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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In the spirit of the season I thought I’d give the first chapter of this new fic to you all 🤗 I haven’t fully worked out the specific day, but I’ll be posting a chapter a week after the new year so stay tuned! 💜

Ch. 1: Love

Time seems slow when you’re in the middle of it. Even slower when you’re looking forward to something. Yoongi spent 21 months away from his home, his members, Army, his family, and his girlfriend who he had only been dating 3 short months before he had to leave.

Yoongi and Hyeri had known each other before, both being under Hybe as artists. Na Hyeri, stage name: Rainbow, began her idol career with a short lived girl group called Two Piece under a much smaller company. The group disbanded after just two mini albums, and a lot of attention thanks to their company infamously mishandling everything from money to the artist’s safety and well-being. When the smoke died down, Hyeri signed with Hybe as a solo artist and has made a name for herself in the few years since her solo debut.

She first met Yoongi when he produced a song that she performed for a tourism campaign. The song made waves across social media and beyond and Hyeri found herself gaining a mass of new fans. The first time they ran into each other after the campaign took off, Hyeri jokingly thanked Yoongi for the new fans. That turned into an hour long conversation that was the beginning of a new relationship.

After endless texts, phone calls, and sneaking to see each other around the company building whenever they could, they became official. To themselves mostly and close family and friends. Yoongi told the rest of the members and Hyeri told her best friends and former bandmates, Haeun and Minji. To the rest of the world they’re just label mates who worked on a song together.

Being under the same company made things easy. Moving in together 2 months later made things even easier. Yoongi’s enlistment however, made things harder.

For 21 months Hyeri lived alone waiting for Yoongi with the rest of the world. His few vacation times never seemed long enough and his discharge date seemed like it was centuries away.

Then he was back. And just like that those 21 months didn’t seem so bad after all. Things were as they had been before with all seven of them back together again.

Hyeri had begun taking more and more acting jobs so she was fairly busy, but always left a note and a snack for Yoongi when she’d leave before him. Other times she would give him a soft kiss when she’d come home late and find him already asleep. Yoongi always sent her a meal if she were home and he wasn’t. The nights he spent in his studio instead of home he would make up for with more gifts than necessary. Jewelry, stuffed animals, posters of himself, and the occasional pair of shoes despite him telling her he wouldn’t buy her shoes since she already has so many.

Once the group’s big post-military comeback had concluded, Yoongi felt truly happy. He was back with his brothers making music and seeing Army again, and he had his girlfriend by his side who he’s deeply in love with. All felt right in the world.

Yoongi had begun working on new music for the group’s upcoming full length album. He’s been in his studio much more instead of home, but it’s not too bad. Hyeri finished shooting her small parts in a drama she was cast in and had begun working on a couple of songs for the soundtrack. When she was done recording for the day, she would come by Yoongi’s studio and spend as much time there as she could since she knows he may not come home that night.

This day is like any other. Hyeri finished her final recording session and dropped by Yoongi’s studio with a dinner of his favorite cheat meal, noodles. They both sit on his couch eating, chatting, and cuddling a bit once they’ve cleared their bowls.

“I think this may have been my last recording session,” Hyeri says with her legs rested across Yoongi’s lap.

“So you’re really going to do it?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “I know it’s going to suck and you’re going to hate it, but I just…” she pauses and looks up at his face. He may be expressionless, but she knows that’s just him trying to hide his disappointment.

“Hybe is more of a music company, you know that,” she continues. “I just really think I’ll have much better acting opportunities with JJS since they’re such a successful acting agency.”

JJS is one of the top entertainment agencies in the acting world. They house some of the best entertainers in the industry, from romance movie heartthrobs, variety show comedians who have become household names, and even action movie baddies. Hyeri had been looking into switching companies so that she can embark on her new career as a full time actress. She’s gotten a number of roles through Hybe already. Mostly a few commercials and a couple of small cameos in tv shows. For her, switching to JJS could mean finally getting her breakout opportunity to send her acting career soaring.

“I know we won’t get to see each other like this anymore,” she says. “But we’ll still see each other at home. Don’t be mad,” she pouts.

“I’m not mad,” Yoongi says caressing her leg. “I told you before I would support you no matter what you decide.”

“But you still don’t like it.”

“It’s fine. We’ll see each other at home, right?”

“We never see each other at home,” she pouts more.

“You just said…” he chuckles shaking his head and pulls her closer to him. “We’ll make it work. I want you to follow your dreams. Don’t hold yourself back because of me.”

“Are you sure you’re ok with it? Do you think it will make things hard?”

“Not as hard as me being away for 21 months,” he chuckles. “Trust me.”She nods and he gives her a reassuring kiss.

Hyeri goes back and forth on whether she’s making the right decision. Yoongi constantly tells her she is but she’s struggling to believe it. She spends less time in the company building since she’s not working on anything and will be leaving soon. That means she’s been home alone a lot. It’s nothing new to her, but she’s starting to realize how hard it may actually be. Especially when she starts working again.

Yoongi is the perfect support for her. He keeps her sane and assures her that he’ll stand by her no matter what she does or where she goes. Sure it will come with challenges, but he knows they can make it work.

Things start off fine. News of Hyeri signing with JJS was met with lots of support from her fans. She immediately landed a small supporting role in a movie and Yoongi couldn’t be happier for her.

Shooting on the movie began and that became the true test of their relationship. They rarely saw each other. When one of them would leave or come home, the other would be asleep. Yoongi would even spend less time in his studio so he could be home on the off chance that she gets there early. She never did and he would spend another night falling asleep alone.

It’s frustrating for them both to be so close yet so far from each other. Yoongi has completed the majority of his work on the songs for their new album. Even with endless recording and dance practices, he still can’t seem to find enough to do to keep his mind off of the empty space in his bed that smells like Hyeri.

They text when they can but it’s never enough. They miss each other and start to feel like they were able to talk to each other more when he was in the military. No matter how hard they try or how bad they want it, they can never seem to get their schedules to line up.

One day that finally changes. A month into Hyeri’s shoot, and about a month before Yoongi embarks on another BTS comeback era, they find an overlap in free time in their schedules. Yoongi had a gap in his schedule that gave him a bit of free time. He typically would spend that time in his studio. However, Hyeri had a last minute cancellation that gave her the rest of the evening off.

Yoongi only has an hour to see Hyeri so he rushes out and tells her to meet him at a nearby restaurant for dinner. He would rather see her at home so they can be in private, but the further he has to go, the less time that will leave him with Hyeri. He’s so desperate that he doesn’t want to lose a second.

Since time is limited and privacy is important, Yoongi chose a small snack food place that he and the members had been going to for many years. They always have a table in the back away from the public eye for them. It’s private enough and a quick meal.

Yoongi arrives at the restaurant first. He doesn’t have to wait long before Hyeri arrives, though to him it felt like hours. She looks around a moment then runs to give Yoongi a long kiss filled with so much pent up longing.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in years,” Hyeri says kissing him again.

“I missed you,” he says stealing one more kiss before she takes her seat across from him.

“I wish we had time but I’ll take this over nothing,” she says quickly scanning the menu. “There’s so much I want to tell you about the movie shoot! It’s been so much fun and everyone has been really cool. I really think I made the right choice. I just wish it didn’t keep me away from you so much.”

“I know, Bow,” he says, calling her by the shortened version of her stage name, Rainbow. “You’ll have more time once the shooting is done. Then even more time when you finish all the promos.”

“I know, baby, but aren’t you guys going on your world tour around the time I finish shooting? I know things haven’t been finalized yet, but we really wouldn’t have much time together before you’re off traveling the world.”

Yoongi knows she’s right and it breaks his heart to see the sadness in her eyes. Their server comes by to take their order before he can think of something to say to make her feel better.

After placing their order and sitting in silence a few moments, Yoongi reaches across the table and takes Hyeri’s small hands into his.

“I wish I could take you with me,” he says forcing a smile.

“I don’t know,” she chuckles trying to lighten the mood. “You might get sick of me then.”

“I won’t get sick of you,” he chuckles. “Even when you’re annoying, you’re still beautiful.”

“Are you trying to romance me, Mr. Min?” She jokes.

“I was only stating a fact,” he chuckles.

“Admit it, Yoon-gya, you like me,” she laughs calling him by the nickname that never fails to make him laugh.

When Hyeri first met Jin he was speaking so fast she could hardly understand him. When she heard him shout “Yoongi-ah” it sounded like “Yoon-gya” to her. After they began dating she asked Yoongi why Jin calls him “Yoon-gya”. Yoongi was confused at first, but once he realized what she was saying he never let it go. In return she calls him that whenever she’s messing with him.

“I love you,” he chuckles. “But still…you’ll wait for me, won’t you?”

“Of course I will, babe.” She shakes her head knowing he should know better. “I’m not going anywhere. It’s going to take more than an enlistment and a world tour to get rid of me.”

He gives her hands a light squeeze and flashes his gummy smile in happiness. Both of them are soaking up each other’s presence in this rare moment they have together. They continue talking about work and things they haven’t been able to tell through text. Their food arrives and they continue chatting as they eat.

That hour is much too short. It only felt like a few minutes to them, but they look and now it’s time for Yoongi to return to the office for his scheduled recording session. It’s hard for them to let each other go. They stand in front of the restaurant lingering a moment trying to find the courage to leave.

“I’ll try to stay up for you,” Hyeri says.

“Hopefully we can make it quick. I’ll come straight home once I’m done.” He reaches for her hand out of habit briefly forgetting that they’re out on the street. She doesn’t stop him though. She takes his hand for just a brief moment to feel his warmth a second longer, then let’s go.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” she smiles. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he smiles.

They both head to their cars and go off their separate ways. They hate to leave after finally getting a moment of togetherness. That only gives Yoongi a much greater sense of urgency the rest of the evening.

When he returns to the studio it’s clear to everyone he’s trying to get things done quickly. He has no time for small talk or getting off track with mindless conversations. The sooner this is done the better.

“Hyung,” Jimin says exiting the recording booth. “Take it easy. Why are you in such a hurry?”

“She’s waiting for me,” Yoongi says with no further explanation.

“Ah,” Jimin nods. He knows exactly what Yoongi means. He knows what Hyeri means to Yoongi so he doesn’t need any further explanation. “Get in there and finish up then.”

Before Yoongi, Jimin is the last one to finish recording. Now that he’s done he switches places with Yoongi to help things move along faster. Jimin doesn’t mind staying a bit later so Yoongi can get home. It takes a little longer than Yoongi would like, but he finally finishes and rushes off to go home without giving Jimin a second look. Jimin follows him out and simply laughs to himself at how flustered his hyung is. He knows Yoongi is in deep.

Yoongi returns home at 1am hoping Hyeri is still awake. When he steps inside all of the lights are off and he fears he may be too late. That is, until he reaches the bedroom and he can hear the shower running.

Hyeri had just gotten in the shower after finishing a late meal. She was fighting her sleep in hopes that Yoongi would be home soon. She decided to hop in the shower in an attempt to stay awake just a little longer.

She leans her head back and closes her eyes as the water runs through her hair and down her back. The warm water is relaxing so she stands there not moving for a few moments. She takes a deep breath and just then she can feel a hand on her waist.

She opens her eyes to see Yoongi entering the shower and pulling her close to his bare body. She isn’t sure how he managed to get home and get undressed without her hearing a thing, but it doesn’t matter. She instantly wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

“I’m so glad you’re still awake,” Yoongi says in a low tone. “I feel like I haven’t gotten to hold you in way too long.”

“I know,” she says kissing him again. “I never knew I could miss you so much when we live together.”

He feels the same but rather than saying so, he pulls her in tighter for a heavier kiss. His hands trace every wet part of her body until he reaches between her legs and softly teases her clit. He lives for the breathy moan she lets out at the feeling of him. The sound he’s missed, the feel he’s missed, the taste he’s missed. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

He continues kissing her, slipping his tongue into her mouth and swallowing every sound of hers until he presses her back against the shower wall. His level of arousal is almost unbearable in this moment. So many missed connections and lonely nights are overflowing and poking her pelvis in the process.

“I love you so much, Bow,” he growls lifting her leg and wrapping it around his waist.

“I love you too, baby,” she whispers anticipating his entry that is much desired.

He presses her into the wall harder and takes his tongue on a tour of her neck and chest until he reaches her tits. He loves to see her like this. Melting in his arms and breathing heavily for what he’s about to give her.

He fills her up slowly sending waves of heat through her body until he can’t go any further. He pauses in place and stares her down. He could die in her big brown eyes that are staring up at him with lustful anticipation.

He starts slowly. Easing in and out of her delicately as if she were made of porcelain. In his mind she is. Right now, she’s his beautiful porcelain doll that he’ll never break.

“You feel so good,” he whispers taking her lips again.

She tightens her hold around his neck and arches her back pressing her chest into him more. It’s her silent way of telling him she wants it faster and harder. She wants his love to break her.

He takes the hint and picks up speed while pressing her harder against the shower wall. Her unsteady breaths fuel his powerful strokes more and more. Her moans sing a song that he’ll never get tired of. He can feel that overwhelming pressure within him getting closer to exploding out of every part of him.

The way her nails dig into the back of his neck lets him know she’s just about to lose it. He’s just about to lose it. Her pussy tightens around him sucking his oxygen out.

He growls at her, becoming more relentless and desperate with each stroke.

“I love you so fucking much,” she pants.

The rhythm of his hips sends her over the moon. Her nails dig deeper into his skin as she searches for some bit of stability. He lets out a deep purr when his muscles start to tense and his vision begins to fade.

“I love you,” she repeats kissing his neck. She continues to hang on to him until his hips slow to a stop and his purrs decrease to heavy breaths.

“I love you too, Hyeri,” he says once he has his voice back.

He slides out of her and kisses her softly. She lowers her leg from around his waist and smiles up at him.

“I don’t think I’ll have trouble falling asleep tonight,” she says.

“Good,” he says nipping at her bottom lip. “You only have about three hours before you have to leave.”

“Perfect,” she sarcastically huffs dreading her very early call time that she could have been well rested for had she not stayed up waiting for Yoongi. “I guess I should get to bed then.”

[5am-mist]

oh my beautiful favorite bella writer, I have come back for more tee hee. would you possibly be open to write something were reader is an interviewer who is interviewing bella, flirting ensues >:33 (also take ur time bby ur work is the best <33)

Interviews

°pairing°> bella ramsey x reader

°summary°> you finally get the chance to interview the bella ramsey (who you may or may not have a huge crush on) but when they start flirting with you, you can't help but flirt back

°requested?°> yuppp!

°cw°> some small use of y/n just thought i would mention that!

~°A/N°~

OMG IM LITERALLY GIGGLING, BLUSHING AND KICKING MY FEET RN YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO ME <33 Thank you for the request and for being so patient with me i really hope this turned out how you wanted also i used she/her pronouns for bella hope thats ok! And im also just gonna apologize cause i know absolutely nothing about flirting and sorry if this isn't that good i haven't been feeling well at all lmaoo. i also made up a network you interview under so i hope thats ok! love youu <33

You were quite a well known interviewer and had developed quite the following. You'd interviewed countless celebrities at this point in your career, some more famous than others (not that it mattered to you all that much) but most of them very sweet.

The interview game was quite competitive or atleast more competitive than most would think. It was always a race to interview the most relevant celebrities. You had never been all that phased though, you enjoyed your job and yes as much as it was important for you to stay relevant you found that it was just as important that you interviewed celebrities you liked.

So that's what you did, but there was one celebrty on your mental list that you haven't interviewed. Bella Ramsey. Bella was with no doubt the celebrty you wanted to interview most, it wasn't that she didn't want to do the interview or that she was to busy no you just hadn't actually reached out to her manager yet.

You thought it was silly honestly. This was something you had wanted to do for ages but everytime you began typing the email you'd overthink and immediately stop yourself all because of the stupid crush you had on Bella.

It wasn't that stupid of a crush, it was totally justified in your mind because i mean who didn't have a crush on her? It made you so fustrated, you wanted to interview her more than anything in the world, why couldn't you just do it?

Here you were sitting infront of your laptop staring at the email you drafted to send to Bella's manager. You must've read it 1000 times, you checked every word for spelling mistakes and made sure your sentances were structured proffenssionly but it still didn't seem right. You were arguing with yourself, half of you saying this was perfect the other saying that it felt like a stranger wrote it.

You ended up scrapping it but this time you were going to do it properly. It was short and sweet and you made sure that it actually sounded like it came from you, even though you weren't 100% happy with it, you decided to send it.

The next morning when you woke up the first thing you did was check your emails and to your surprise, you already recieved a response. Bella wanted to do the interview with you!From there you and her manager discussed the time and date and you also gave her the studios address.

...

The day had finally arrived and you were ecstatic. You were going to finally get to interview the Bella Ramsey. It truly was a dream come true. The morning dragged on far longer than you'd liked but eventually the time came for you to head to the studio.

You were talking with the camera man making sure all was set and ready to go when Bella and her manager walked in. You stood there for far to long trying process that it was actually happening before snapping back to reality and going over to greet them.

Bella was nicer then you could have ever imagined. She was kind and gentle but most importantly she seemed just as happy to be here as you which gave you a sense of comfort. After telling Bella's manager that she could sit just off camera, you two decided to get started.

You waited for the camera man's signal and then began. "Hello welcome back to Zee Network I'm y/n and today im here with Bella Ramsey." you said with a smile on your face. "Hello!" they gave a quick wave and smile to the camera.

"Thank you for joing us today Bella, may i ask what has your experience been with the media lately? With release of the last of us series, you have gotten alot more recognition what is that like?" you were fiddling with the mic in your hands, another thing that you were known for was not reading from a script which normally was fine but today it really wasn't any help.

"I would say I've had a bit of a mixed experience lately. I have received many new fans and loads of support but i have also recieved a significant amount of hate. I try not to let it affect me but every now and again i will read a comment that really cuts deep. I appreciate the recognition i have gained and sometimes we just have to take the good with the bad." she told you, she seemed torn between loooking at the camera or at you but ended up deciding to look at you.

The interview continued on for a few minutes before Bella finally spoke up, "Do i make you nervous?," she had very clearly seen you fidgeting with the mic, you looked at her extremely confused what to say next. Was Bella Ramsey flirting with you? No, you were sure that you were just jumping to crazy conclusions.

"A little bit, I've wanted to do this interview for a while i guess im just a bit nervous to mess things up," you tried laughing it off. "I've also wanted to do this interview for a while, I've seen your work and you seemed like such a cool person now i know i was right,"

She absolutely was flirting with you. Now the way you saw it was you cluld continue the interview like normal and stay 100% professional or you could flirt back. You chose the latter.

You tried to do be smooth about it (trying to avoid the camera man noticing so that you wouldn't get yelled at) but still obvious enough for Bella to notice.

When the interview was over you walked over to the concessions table to grab some water but were called over by the camera man. He scolded you lightly for your behavior this interview but said he'd let it slide one time.

After being scolded by her manager Bella made her way over to you, she said she wanted to apologize but you told her it really wasn't a big deal.

"I meant what i said though, you seem cool and i'd really like to hang out sometime," now it was her turn to be nervous. "like a date?" it was an incredibly bold move but you were willing to take your chances. " yea, like a date." she flashed you a hopeful smile and of course you said yes.

Bella then handed you a small white paper with their number and a small 'can't wait to talk to you' scribbled on with black ink before scurrying off with her manager to the car that was currently waiting for them.

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

So usually, I will discuss posts from reddit and provide screenshots but today I just wanna discuss the post itself. Most of the commenters are calling her out anyway

I'm reusing this throwaway to again avoid connection to my main.

I (38F) have been dating my current boyfriend (36M) for about 2 years now. It's very difficult for me to make long term commitments like this because of issues I've had growing up and with past relationships - however we've been making things work despite my baggage for the most part.

We hit a roadblock in our relationship a week and a half ago. My bf has his own familial baggage: to sum up without going into the nitty gritty his biological mom left him when he was young. They reunited half a year or so ago - and I guess things went ok there? A little bit over a week ago she passed away, and surprisingly he's taken it way harder than I expected. This is the first time I've seen him cry - and to be honest I hate it. I've done my fair share of crying over my years but I've grown past that phase and in the present I'm not sure I enjoy having that energy around.

Things got worse when he found out his bio mom's family would not let him attend her funeral. Because of this, he hasn't worked since to "take his own time to mourn". I've tried to talk to him about it as I don't get why he's exahausting so much effort to mourn someone who has barely been in his life. He's gotten angry with my reaction but he does know I'm not fit to deal with what he's doing at the moment because of my own experiences.

Now that it's been over a week I've grown both worried and annoyed about the situation. I had a sit down with him and another friend two nights ago to talk to him. I'm not one to hold back so I outright told him to just get over the whole thing already and how it isn't normal to react this much to someone who had wronged him so much. Our mutual friend wasn't expecting that - and to be precise she completely failed to mediate the talk from then on.

Some time into our fight he started crying - yet again. I was really uncomfortable and I outright demanded he stop. He had to be removed from our home. He's been staying with our friend since then and I've been really confused on how to approach further. Our friend has told me I was being harsh but again he knows how I am and how I deal with negative emotions. Still talking with her further has gotten me thinking about how I handeled things.

Edit - clarifying things.

This isn't about my bf's masculinity. The way he's acting triggers something in me. It brings me back to a dark place - that's the negativity I can't be around.

My boyfriend has been my emotional rock for most of our relationship - this sudden shift in his attitude is also contributed to my reaction to the whole ordeal.

I'm not heartless, as I said I have a very rough way of displaying my emotions. Genuinely I feel concern about how my boyfriend is acting.

This is so messed up

First of all, she had no business judging him for crying. If it truly brings her to a dark place(/her not being fit to deal with it) then she needs to get herself some help (and I'm not saying that to be snarky) instead of being in a relationship. You can't be in a relationship with someone, having them be there for you (in this case, emotionally) but you can't be there for them. It isn't fair at all. He can't just be her emotional rock while she doesn't do anything in return.

She also has no business judging him for why he's mourning. He's obviously torn up about it. Maybe he's mourning for the relationship he didn't get to have. Maybe they planned on further patching things up. Whatever it is, she has no right to act like he shouldn't be grieving, especially when she knows he isn't even allowed to attend the funeral.

And then for her to become annoyed--not cool, not okay. How do you just tell someone, a week after their loved one passed, to get over it? How? You don't just suddenly become okay again after a little bit of time passes by. Grief is hard and can be overwhelming. It's harder if you're in a situation like this with an unsupportive S/O.

The kicker is that she demanded him to stop crying and kicked him out. That is abhorrent.

[missingn000]

Hi!! I’m sure you probably already know this but pls don’t ever feel guilty over not updating tpg in a while (and it literally hasn’t even been that long haha)! Tpg is a phenomenal and LONG fic that you busted out insanely quickly for FREE. Fans are never entitled to fanfiction and we’re all grateful that you even brought you fic to life in the first place. Personally, I’ve waited (and am still waiting) for certain fanfictions to update even after YEARS of nothing. One of my all time favs last updated probably three years ago and I continue to patiently wait for an update that will never come, but it’s ok because even if it’s never updated again, I’m glad that that fic exists because it inspires me to daydream and constantly think about it, and tpg is exactly the same. Also to work on a fic as long and detailed as tpg while also being a masters student and working in aerospace? I think you’re superhuman lowkey cuz that’s insane haha, take your time with the hiatus even if that means you won’t feel ready to come back for a few months or even over a year! An update that you can feel proud of that you didn’t struggle to create will ALWAYS be better than an update that left you stressed and didn’t come out how you wanted. I always feel for authors who say that fics that they once loved writing ended up becoming sources of pain. Also I’m so damn happy you’re into one piece and working on a seraphim ace centric fic! Literally the perfect thing to read while in between tpg updates.

Sorry if this got kinda wordy or came out of nowhere, I’m in my yearly jjk phase and I was reminded that tpg is a thing after rewatching toji in season 2, I’m catching up on tpg so I have no idea if the megumi reveal came already but I’m eager to get into the sukuna backstory >:) I know this ask is kinda like preaching to a choir since you’ve mentioned in your tpg hiatus post that you’re gonna take it easy with the fic, but I just wanted to say it from the perspective of a reader too 🫶 anyway, I love your writing style, the way you describe the appearance of certain settings made me tear up one time and the way you described getous domain was one of the more gorgeous things I had ever read. It was the same as the feelings I had while reading the description of Gojo in the fic Cannibalization of the Apex (please read that if you haven’t, it’s beautiful)

WOW I’m sorry I really didn’t shut up in this ask huh. I hope you enjoy reading it regardless 😅 have a good day/night!!

HI!! oh my god this message is SO sweet, i truly thank you from the bottom of my soul for sending it. there's definitely still a lot of lingering guilt for not updating tpg in so long, so receiving such a kind, understanding, heartfelt reassurance lifts a HUGE weight off my shoulders!! it truly means so much to me, more than i can put into words (despite being an author...) and from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU for sending this. you're too kind and i feel truly lucky to have a reader like you!!

AS FOR THE SERAPHIM ACE FIC -- i'm continuing to write and develop it, and i'm having a blast so far. i plan to post the first chapter (read: unleash the first slice of another monstrosity) on ace's birthday, because one of the things that stressed me out most about tpg was updating a chapter and then trying to pump out the next one ASAP, so i'm doing my mental health a favor by writing a lot ahead this time. BUT, NEVER FEAR, i'm preparing some very fun announcements regarding this fic very soon (really huge and exciting stuff, STAY TUNED) and i'll start posting previews and information about it soon!! lord knows i'm too impatient to wait until ace's birthday to actually start inflicting pain on you people. lots more to come very soon. <33 thank you again for sending this, you're too kind!!

[munsonsreputation]

The Great War

eddie munson x fem!reader

inspired by "The Great War" by Taylor Swift

word count: [13.7k] not proof-read, sorry!

warnings: no use of y/n, angst (a lot of it), physical violence, blood & bruises, cursing, talks of insecurity (eddie), portions of fluff scattered throughout, let me know if i missed any!

summary: you and your boyfriend eddie were accustomed to the scrutiny that came with being together in a judgmental town, but you both never expect it to take a violent turn into an alternate dimension. with a monster coming for your boyfriend and his friends, you and eddie are forced to fight off everyone and anything that comes in your way. but the question is: will you both survive?

Eddie had a big reputation long before he was accused of the murder of Chrissy Cunningham. From Hawkins’ middle to Hawkins’ high, he was pegged the “weird boy” or his personal favorite, “satanic cult leader” just because he liked to play a fantasy game for hours on end. While he thought it was just a phase, all this name calling and stereotypical high school bullying, it seemed to be more than that. People loved to hit him where it hurt by going after his friends and the people he cared about just because they were associated with him.

It hurt more when they would advert that hate towards his girlfriend, the one person he truly ever loved. He didn’t know how he could protect you or if he even had the capabilities to. It wasn’t his fault that frustration would boil over and would accidentally burn you. He never meant it like that. He just wasn’t used to being defended so publicly. And things got even worse when the accusations against Eddie were out for the town to hear.

“Keep his name out of your mouth!” You lurched forward attempting to escape the confines of Dustin and Lucas’ arms, but instantly remaining in place as they held tightly.

Jason strode closer, glaring, “You’re defending a murderer. Let me repeat that again since you clearly don’t understand the severity of it all. A murderer! He murdered my girlfriend—“

“He did not!” your hand sprung as far out as it would go, palm greeting his cheek with a harsh whack that rung in the half full parking lot and taking Jason aback as he held a hand over the spot you had just hit.

“Was that really necessary?” Dustin whispered annoyingly under his breath, shrieking as Jason reached over for you.

Struggling and hands blindlessly throwing punches, hoping you weren’t hitting any of your friends and only the target of a monster, Jason, “C’mon fight me you son of a—“

“Piece of shit!”

Eddie rocketed forward, fist connected with the side of Jason’s jaw, planting him face first onto the gravel as he shook his hand, knuckles burning from the initial impact. You glanced around. A small crowd gathered over Jason’s senseless body and Eddie’s van parked beside them all. The driver’s door open, meaning he had just pulled up and hopped out after seeing the commotion.

“You ok?” Eddie turned his attention to you, drawing you out of the grips of the young boys and clasping your cheeks in his hands.

Concern shrouded his face as he looked between your eyes, trying to sense any worry, but you shook your hand. Fingers wrapping around his wrist reassuringly, “I’m fine...adrenaline is just pumping.”

Eddie nodded, letting his arms fall back to his sides, looking towards the boys, “I thought I told you guys to not let anyone get close to her.”

The two rolled their eyes, looking at you knowingly, “Kinda hard to do when she slapped him across the face.” Lucas rebutted, brushing past the couple and heading into the backseat of the van.

Eddie stared at you, shaking his head in disapproval as you furrowed your brows in confusion over his reaction.

“It was pretty sick, though.” Dustin quipped, patting you on the back and following Lucas into the vehicle.

Eddie paid them no mind, instead, clutching your hand and leading you to the passenger the seat and watching you buckle in before heading into the driver’s seat,to head to their current safe house, The Wheeler Residence. The drive there was completely silent for the most part, except for the two boys bickering in the backseat.

When you arrived, everybody had sensed the tension between Eddie and his partner. These days it was on high due to the hecticness that was surrounding the twos lives.

Eddie brushed past his friends who were sitting in the living room watching the news and headed straight for the basement, and of course you were there trailing behind him with vigor.

“You can’t possibly be mad at me for sticking up for you.” You jerked his arm, yanking him to face you, and he did so with disappointment and irritation laminating his features.

He hauled back his hand as lightly as possible, not wanting to startle you, but never letting up his emotions, “You don’t understand the risk you’re taking by acting on emotion.”

You scoffed, shaking her head, “I know what I’m getting myself into, Eddie—“

“No you don’t!”

His voice ricocheted against the walls in the small space, taking you aback by this sudden outburst that was one you had never seen before. Feeling so small, you wrapped your arms around yourself, seeking to find some sort of comfort in a time where Eddie was too wound up in his mind to do so himself. 

“This isn’t stupid high school rumors anymore ok? This is life or death...” He paused, pointing at you, “You go out there and you defend my name. They’ll kill you. I—I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anyone put their hands on you because you wanted to defend me.”

He had his reasons for tearing down the banners of support you proudly held up, and now you understood why, but still you wanted to support him. 

You unwrapped the arms from your body, tiptoeing closer into his space in order to cup his face in your hold, “N-nothing is going to happen to me, Eds,” Your hush whisper was a futile attempt to reassure him.

Eddie stretched away, not daring to make eye contact with you, knowing he’d break... mostly because he didn’t know if he could do this any longer. Continuing to run and hide, while his girlfriend picked up the slack and put herself in harm’s way for him.

Just because you loved him.

“Eds...” Your voice was barely a whisper that was accompanied with a sigh as you watched him turn his back, now facing the wall.

One of his hands rubbed along his face, attempting to keep his composure, as the other rested on his hip, “You can’t defend me in public anymore.”

“What?”

You had heard him loud and clear the first time, but you just couldn’t understand why you were the only one limited to not sticking up for your innocent boyfriend.

“I mean it,” he finally turned eyes brimmed with salty tears, and his voice cracked with the next sentence, “can’t lose you, just promise me...please.”

God, you wanted to be the understanding girlfriend so badly, but you couldn’t. He couldn’t possibly expect you to walk around town and pretend like the posters and the mobs were ok, to put on a front and let them think that what they’re doing was right.

No way.

“You know I can’t do that, Eddie.”

His fist clenched and unclenched, the dried blood that decorated the wrinkles of his knuckles opening the cuts that were once sealed, “I’m not asking.”

“I’m not taking orders.”

The two of you never backed down, especially when it came to each other. You two always wanted to be right. And god forbid one of you doesn’t agree…it all goes to hell.

Eddie couldn’t contain the mixture of hurt and enraged tears that fell numbly down his cheeks, his mouth seething and the vein in his neck popping out with each word he spoke.

“I’m looking out for you! And it’s bad enough that I’m running and hiding from this godforsaken town, but what’s worse is you putting yourself in harm’s way when I’m not asking you to!”

You grimaced, jaw trembling as your own hot tears spilled, “There are people out there who want your head on a platter, Eds—“

“Yours too, if you keep this up!”

Eddie exhaled noisily, mopping his tears away with a mean hand, while you did the same using the sleeve of your sweater. Neither one of you wanted to crack...give up on their own argument, but it was what needed to be done.

You approached him gradually, his eyes glued to the basement floor until your shoed foot came into view. He finally met your teary eyes, the sense of your hand reaching for his, bringing him back.

“I-It hurts when they say things about you...especially when they’re not true.” the sniffled voice broke him, urging him to rub a soothing thumb over your delicate knuckles, a far contrast to his scrapped up ones.

He leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours as you continued to talk, “I hate what they’ve done, how they made you the bad guy when they don’t even know the full story. I—I hate this fucking town. so. much.”

Your head shook against his, tears flowing again as he reached up with his free hand and brushed them away, despising the fact that you were feeling like this all because of him and this stupid town.

“Shhh, s’ok, can’t let what they say about me get to you, babe.” He kissed the top of your head, thumb caressing the hot liquid off your face.

“I let it get to me because I love you, Eddie...don’t like hearing them say such mean things about the person I love.”

It sucked from day one, and he knew it was taking a toll on you. The news coverage and the backlash that Eddie was receiving was also affecting you. So much so that you would stand out there and protest, fighting back against the bombs they were throwing at him. Trying to make them understand something that was larger than life... something that the general public couldn’t possibly wrap their heads around.

But you did it all for him. Because you saw the truth in Eddie and you were not going to let anyone, especially in this lousy town to bash your boyfriend’s name as if they were any better.

“I’m sorry, baby...it’s all going to be over soon. So soon. We can run away and find a new home when this is all over...have a fresh start. How about that?”

They were still in high school, just a twenty- and nineteen-year-olds, barely adults. But you both needed it.

Desperately. 

To get away from all of this and start a new chapter together. Things were hard enough before this Upside Down bullshit happened, and now it was like they were living in a real life hell. Somehow they just couldn’t seem to escape the madness, even with them being a couple months away from graduating, it just seemed like this would obviously happen to them. As if the world was cursing them for being together.

You smiled half heartedly and nodded, making Eddie do the same to a degree, “Yeah? I promise it’ll be ok...here.”

He pulled his hand away from your cheek temporarily to dig into his back pocket of his jeans. The white envelope folded in half as you palmed it, the front of it reading, “to my beloved,” you went to open it, but he stopped you.

“Want you to read it when this is all over...” he gulped, stuck out his pinky and staring at you, “promise me?”

“I promise.” You assured him, hooking pinky fingers with his and sealing it with a kiss for good measure.

There were many things written in that letter, some of which he hoped would come true if this all ended the way he wanted it to. But there were other things he had inscribed, if things would not turn out in their favor. Eddie knew this was bigger than any bully or jock trying to come for him. This was a monster capable of anything, especially ending his life. But if there was one thing that he knew for certain it was that if he made it out alive, everything would be ok.

Your thumb brushed over his cheek, snapping him out of his inner monologue of thoughts coursing through his brain, “Y-you’re crying.” You murmured, pulling your lips away from his slightly.

“It happens, especially when an intergalactic monster is out to kill me.”

It was a poor joke to try to make you laugh, which did so, only for a few seconds before straightening your mood back up.

“I don’t like it when you cry.” 

Lips brushing against his as you kissed him softly, he only hummed, bringing his back to yours, wanting to savor that feeling and remember it forever.

“When this is all over, the tears will stop pouring.” He finally said, and you nodded, taking a skeptical gulp before kissing him once more.

The sweet dream of your mundane and everyday life now over in a blink of an eye. Everything that made you and Eddie work as a unit and lovers now being put to the test. But you’d hope that despite his violet bruised knuckles and your banners you were forced to tear down, that everything would be ok.

But that was before everything took another turn…before the battles that you took underground now became battles you had to face outside.

“This is ridiculous!” You argued loudly, pushing yourself roughly into the leather of the police car.

Eddie sat in the passenger seat with Hopper zooming down the roads, hyperaware of his surroundings, being sure you guys weren’t being followed by any mobs. He had picked the both of you up from Eddie’s trailer, rushing you two to pack your belongings as he was taking you somewhere secluded. The mobs were getting out of control and Hop knew it was only a matter of time before something bad happened, so he had to take matters into his own hands to ensure the safety of you both.

“It’s the safest thing we can do right now.” Hopper countered, ignoring the sounds of protest that came from his backseat.

“And what about Henry...One...Vecna, whatever the fuck we’re calling him!” Eddie swung his head, running rough hands through his head that was pounding.

Hopper offered you and Eddie a reassuring glance, “We’re working on it, alright? One of us is going in there and killing that son of a bitch.”

“Yeah, except the fact that Vecna has an army...if you let anyone go into the Upside Down alone, to face him, they’ll die.” Your voice bound so much terror, yet you still managed to remain impassive, not wanting to worry the father about his daughter’s possible risk as it would most likely be her going up there to kill Vecna.

It sent shivers up the spines to think that this was really happening. A fucking fictional monster, actually terrorizing their town. Unbelievable.

The rest of the car ride remained quiet, listening to the dull hum of the radio and the engine spurt out roughly every time Hopper would increase his speed. It wasn’t necessarily the most ethical thing for Hop to do, considering the fact that the rest of the department wanted to take Munson in for questioning...but he knew that it would mean locking him up for good.

Even if he was chief, it was one against the entire department.

So he did the next best thing he could to ensure Eddie’s safety and freedom...hiding him and his girlfriend, that everyone knew would be with him, away in a secure location. 

His cabin.

“You’ll be staying here until the coast is clear.” Hopper declared, putting the car in park and gesturing you two out with a hand.

He led you through the woodlands, instructing to step over the wire trap he had built, to alert the inside of any trespassers and uninvited guests, until slowly the cabin came into view behind the trees.

You and Eddie shared skeptical glances as you observed the chief fiddle with his keys before finally finding the correct ones to unlock the two latches that decorated the door. The creaky wood pushed open, and it was fairly homey to you and Eddie’s surprise.

A small couch, TV, a somewhat clean kitchen, two bedrooms, and even a bathroom.

“Look around and make yourselves at home...I’ll go get your bags.”

Hopper headed back out to the car, meanwhile you and Eddie wandered into one of the bedrooms that you would claim as yours now. A queen-size bed was laid in the center of the room, with a small desk right across from it. The janky ceiling fan spun, and the light sputtered on when Eddie flicked the switch. It was nice, but nothing like Eddie’s trailer bedroom that you came to love.

You couldn’t accept this and you weren’t going to.

Exhaling and tugging on Eddie’s hand, you brought yourselves back out to the living room once you heard the heavy bags drop onto the floorboards.

“There has to be another option, Hop...we want to help.” You tried to reason, following behind Hopper as he walked around, checking to make sure everything was working properly, not knowing how long you and Eddie would be staying here.

“This is the only way. The safe way.” He responded, giving the top of the heating unit a firm SMACK! until it finally came to life. He turned around to give a pleased smile, but all you did was sigh again with arms crossed against your chest.

“What if Eddie takes a polygraph test and proves he didn’t kill Chrissy?”

It could’ve worked, but Hopper knew the town wouldn’t fall for it so easily, even when Eddie was completely innocent.

“Polygraph tests are only 90% accurate, leaves too much room for speculation.”

You grumbled, stopping your foot, trying to find another option than to be hidden away from the rest of the world, “Why can’t we hide out at Joyce’s house? What if you guys need help, but we’re too far away to do anything?”

Hopper exhaled deeply, knowing there was no point in shouting to get his point across. You were obviously very against the idea of staying here so far away from everything and he completely understood. But he had to at least try to reassure you, taking your shoulders into his hands, looking down.

“Listen, kid...I know that this isn’t necessarily what we had in mind, but this is the best thing we can do to make sure you and Eddie are safe. Right now, the town is too focused on trying to find Eddie, which leaves the rest of us time to focus on killing Vecna so that we can prove Eddie’s innocence.”

He looked over at Eddie, signaling you to the same as he stared on, blankly, “You’ve got to trust us...we care about you and Eddie, which is why we’re doing this. You have to trust. Both of you.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, closing your eyes and reeling in this moment. Having to accept this with nothing else you two could do. “Ok, you’re right.”

“Good.” Hop tightly smiled, patting you on the back before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a walkie along with a pack of batteries. “If you guys need anything, radio in. We’ll do the same.”

“Will you guys be coming down here anytime soon?” Eddie finally spoke after what seemed like hours, but in reality it had only been ten minutes. 

Hopper shrugged, making his way over to him, “We’ll radio in beforehand if we do. In the meantime, just stay put and keep your eyes peeled...try to relax, and know you’re safe. No one will be able to find the two of you here. The fridge and pantry are stocked, but if you run out of anything just radio in and I’ll swing by and drop off whatever it is that you need.”

Eddie nodded, giving Hopper a small hug of gratefulness before pulling away, “And for the love of god, just...try not to get her pregnant.”

You two smothered laughter, nodding your heads as you watched him depart the cabin and drive off out of the woods. Eddie immediately went for the door, locking it firmly and drawing all the curtains shut, relying on the yellow lighting from the bulbs to brighten the room.

“It’s going to be ok, Eds.” Placing your hands over his chest, tiptoeing up to kiss him, which he happily returned, squeezing the sides of your waist comfortingly.

“You want to go unpack and I’ll figure out what we can eat?” He suggested, and you agreed, pulling the duffle bag full of clothes and other personal items into your who-knows-for-how-long room and getting them sorted.

He rummaged through the small kitchen, searched the cabinets and fridge, pulling together a ham sandwich with some chips and retrieving a cold bottle of water for his girl and grabbing a beer for himself.

“Babe, food’s ready!” He announced out, slicing the sandwich in triangles.

You walked out a few seconds later. The previous t-shirt that you were wearing traded in for one of Eddie’s hoodies, and jeans now discarded as you sported your bare legs and underwear.

“Thank you,” a kiss laid up on his cheek as you sat down, “did you want to change?” You asked, taking a bite out of your half as Eddie shook his head, taking a swig of his beer.

“I’ll wait until we’re done eating. Are you feeling ok?”

Nodding, you swallowed before voicing a reply, “I’m ok...just happy to be here with you, even if we’re hiding.”

He smiled tightly, reaching over to hold her hand across the small table as he set his beverage down, “You know, you never had to do any of this for me.”

“And what is it that I did?” You speculated, dusting off your crumby fingers and resting them on top of Eddie’s creating a hand sandwich of fingers and palms mushed together.

“Sticking with me. Hell, you could’ve ran away the moment you heard the Chrissy died in my trailer, yet you never questioned my innocence, just stood by me the entire time and held my hand.”

“That’s because this town has preconceived notions about you, Eddie...they think they know you just because of what they see on the outside, but they don’t know anything. They don’t know the man that I love...I would scream it out from the rooftops even in the midst of all the madness, because I don’t care what this town thinks, what anyone thinks of you...of us—no ones opinion will ever come between you and I.”

Eddie’s heart rate slowed down, beating forcefully against his chest. Every word spoken from you, like a drug that he was irrevocably addicted to. Here was his girl, devoting so much love and care to him as a person, making him feel so human, after all the scrutiny he had faced for the last couple of days and his entire life.

Only when you slid your fingers through his, giving him a curt squeeze, did he feel himself come back to Earth.

“You still with me, baby?”

In this moment, yes. In the mindset, no.

“Scared of what might happen after all of this.” He blurted out wistfully, hanging his head low, eyes kept on the condensation that dripped down the side of the beer bottle and onto the wood.

You never once let go of his hand while you stood up, placing yourself in his lap, nuzzling your face further into his neck as you murmured, “There’s probably going to be a lot of trauma that we’re going to need to work through, but we’ll get through it, together. I swear on it.”

“I’m sorry for acting like a dick for the last couple of days.” He mumbled, causing you to pull away and furrow your brows.

“What are you talking about, Eds? You haven’t—“

“I have,” He said regretfully, turning to look at you.

As he stared at the face he loved to wake up to every morning, he felt instant shame for the way he had been acting and treating you for the things you weren’t responsible for.

He picked up your hand, clinging to it tightly, “I...I’ve been taking a lot of my stress out on you and it isn’t fair, ‘specially since you’re always the one who never hesitates to be here for me.”

“Eddie, I understand—“

He shook his head, giving you a pointed look, one that begged you to just let him do this.

“It doesn’t matter that I’m going through this shit, because you’re going through it, too. Doesn’t mean that I get to treat you like shit, and baby I’m real sorry for acting like that, I swear it isn’t my intention...never want you to feel like I’m not grateful for you, ‘cause I am—I don’t know if I’d even be alive right now if it weren’t for you.”

If there was a quality about you he absolutely adored, it was that you were incredibly genuine and understanding. A blessing and a curse at times since Eddie had needed to step in on the past when your old friends would walk all over you, treating his love like a floor mat and taking advantage of your kindness.

He especially never liked when you were too nice to him, never letting him apologize for things he did wrong all because you loved him. But he knew that he had to hold himself accountable, even at a time like this.

“I forgive you, baby.” You snickered softly, squeezing his hand in yours, a nonverbal way to tell him that all is forgiven and that there were no hard feelings.

The touch of your hand against his was enough to know that even in the midst of the war, you were here and you were all he needed to feel safe right now.

No matter if he drew the curtain closed and chose to drink his poison all alone…you were still here. He was never really alone. You would do whatever it took, even trusting more freely…something you never liked to do, but only with Eddie you’d ever do that. Trusting that the good faith you left was enough to get you both through this unprecedented time. That none of you were playing with fire, but doing your best to extinguish the torment for good.

But as the days past, nights were the hardest to endure for you two, even if Hopper had reassured you that the cabin was the safest place to be. When the wind would rattle the windows or the crunch of leaves and sticks when animals passed by, it was still spooky. Even on the third day, it wasn’t something you got accustomed to.

Daytime was by far the pleasantest. You and Eddie would wake up at the crack of dawn, watching the sunrise from the small bedroom window, the view from there capturing the sky perfectly. It was their little pocket of peace at a time like this.

Hours were spent cuddled up on the couch, watching whatever was on TV. Making up your own rules to the board games you assumed belong to Eleven when she had been camping out here a year and a half ago. Experimenting with whatever was left in the pantry. And listening to the brief updates Hopper and the rest of the gang would tell them through the radio.

Suspicion on their whereabouts had died down, mainly because Hopper had forged a letter in Eddie’s handwriting, saying the couple would be fleeing the state, when in actuality neither of you had traveled outside of Indiana. Nevertheless, it felt nice not being suffocated and harassed by the rest of the town. The cabin provided you two with your own solitude, which was very much needed.

You and Eddie had gotten the chance to reconnect and focus on one another, something you hadn’t done for a while since the main goal in Hawkins was about surviving. Here it was simply about waiting.

Waiting for good news.

Waiting for it all to end.

Waiting for their peace to be disturbed.

Heavy knocks on the door did just that.

The panicked screams of her and Eddie’s name echoed through the woods.

You shouldn’t have been so careless, opening it wide even if you knew it was your friends. It could’ve been a joke your mind was playing on yourself, but yet you trusted it.

There they stood, panting, out of breath some of them with blood on their clothes and hands. Others just shaken up.

“What the fuck!” Eddie shouted, watching they filed into the small space.

You immediately lock the door shut, stumbling into the kitchen to retrieve whatever cold water bottles were left. Passing them around, in hopes of it helping.

“Why didn’t you radio? You said you’d radio in if you were coming!” You were flustered, crossed arms as you stopped in front of Hop, tapping your foot heavily. 

Sweat beaded on the man’s forehead and he gulped down the water, taking a deep breath before responding, “That son of a bitch is crazy.”

“V-Vecna?” Eddie's voice stammered as everyone nodded silently, shaking in from the events that happened so quickly they couldn’t even process it.

Silence filled the small space, which had you pacing back and forth from one wall to the other. Eddie, however, staying in place leaning up against the couch, trying to keep his composure.

“I’m next.”

The words spilled out of Max’s mouth, taking the two of you aback where you paused at stared at the redhead.

“Next? Next what?” You asked, turning to the young girl who gulped thickly,

“Vecna’s next victim. I’ll be dead in the next six hours.”

Your stomach dropped and you’re sure your skin went pale. This was even worse than your imagination.

“Y-you’re lying, right? Someone please tell me she’s lying.” Eddie searched around the room hopefully, but was greeted with head shakes and Lucas stood up.

“We figured everything out. Vecna targets his victims psychologically. He uses their trauma to haunt them, weakening their already fragile state of mind, then he kills them. He did it to Chrissy. To Fred. His mom and sister. And he just killed Patrick.”

It all hit you and Eddie like a shit ton of bricks. Sure you two knew that Henry...One...Vecna, was a mentally ill monster, but you’d hadn’t fully fathomed the severity of it all. Eddie heavily sighed, running a rough hand over his face, watching his girlfriend quickly go into the bathroom, coming out with a first aid kit as you started patching them up.

Your own way of processing it while trying not worry.

“We figured out a way to get into the Upside Down, through watergate and Eddie’s trailer.” Dustin revealed and the two of you shifted your wide eyes at Hopper who glared lightly at the curly headed boy for spitting the information out so nonchalantly.

“And what about Wayne?” You both ordered worriedly as he passed them a reassuring look.

“I moved Wayne to a secure location. He said he had a friend from the plant he could stay with, so I brought him there. He’s alright. Safe. Just like I promised.”

You two took a deep breath nodding your heads, a little relief looming over the both of you, knowing that Wayne was fine and away from the mobs. You moved over to Lucas, disinfecting a scrape on his knee and pressing on a bandaid before you continued treating Nancy, Steve, Eleven, and Erica, all of which had a few cuts and scrapes on different parts of their body.

“So how are we defeating this son of a bitch?” Eddie demanded, plopping himself over the arm of the couch, looking at Nance who winced slightly as you pressed an alcohol pad on the gash that was on her cheek.

You gave the Wheeler a remorseful smile, which she returned before looking back at Eddie and explaining their game plan.

“Max is going to the Creel house in order to lure Vecna in, and Lucas, Erica, and Jonathan are going to be there to serve as backup in case anything goes south. Hop, Joyce, Will, and Mike are going with El and she’s going to piggyback into Max’s mind. Steve, Robin, and I are going into the Upside Down in order to create a distraction and hopefully help El defeat him in order to permanently close the gate. Oh! and Dustin is going to wait in Eddie’s trailer in case we need anything.”

You got off of your knees on the rough wooden floor, heading towards the bin to throw out the bloodied pads and bandaid wrappings before washing your hands clean. There was a lot to take in, and the more time that passed meant the less time Max had to live. Anxiety washed over you, understanding that it was no longer Eddie’s life on the line, but an innocent girl who you thought of like a little sister.

This was hell.

“C-can we help?” Your eyes darted to Eddie’s who nodded, looking at the room of friends who all stared at each other skeptically.

They knew they were supposed to be leaving the two of you out of the plan in order to ensure maximum safety, but they knew all too well that they needed the extra help, not knowing if this would work out the way they planned.

“Are you sure? It might put you two in even more danger.” Robin advised nervously.

You nodded and made your way over to Eddie, resting a comforting hand on his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your free hands intertwining with one another and resting between your bodies. Your friends watched on, understanding that this was the way of nonverbally communicating that you two were sure.

Eddie looked over at Hopper who smiled tightly before standing up, “They’ll need another person to go with them into the Upside Down.”

“Eddie will come, obviously.” Steve said, and Eddie nodded in agreement, feeling the squeeze of your hand that indicated uncertainty, but he just smiled at you reassuringly, attempting to ease those nerves.

Dustin perked up. “You can stay with me in the trailer! The portal is so cool, but the laws of gravity are kinda weird because if you think about it there can’t possibly be a way that —“

Mike placed a hand on his friend’s back, shaking his head, “Dude. Not right now.”

“Sorry.” Dustin mumbled, shot you a sorrowful look as you shook your head, knowing he was rambling for good reason.

Joyce stood up, removing her soothing hand from Will’s back, “Let’s get moving, time it ticking.”

And just like that, the bombs felt closer than they had before. But you promised yourself that this was the last time. That this was the end. If you all could somehow band together to defeat this son of a bitch, then there was nothing else you two would ever have to worry about.

Metal clambering against one another, heavy footsteps, and loud voices was what surrounded the cold air as the group gathered the necessary materials they would be needing. Extra bullets, protective armor, lighter fluid and matches, stakes, and hell even a trash can lid and nails. You all made use of what Hopper had lying around in the cabin before filing everything into the cars.

You gulped, taking one last look at what was their makeshift home for a last couple of days. Savoring that short-lived peace before Eddie’s hand wrapped around your wrist securely, pulling away your gaze.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just gonna miss the time we had here.” You grinned conceivably up at him and he nodded, eyes sweeping over your features.

“Didn’t forget that envelope I gave you, right?”

You shook her head, patting the pocket of your jacket, “I have it with me. Why?”

Eddie just smiled, kissing your forehead before leading you to the stolen RV, “Just making sure...come on.”

The ride was pleasant to your surprise. It seemed as though everyone was used to battling monsters, but of course it was only you and Eddie’s first rodeo, and surely the last. Soft music played in the background as Steve drove calmly. You were wedged between Eddie and Max, soothing a hand down the young girl’s back knowing her life was at stake.

Hopper’s police car eventually parted ways, heading towards the trailer park first to set up Eleven’s bath in an empty trailer in order to mimic the sensory deprivation tank that was used in the lab.

Meanwhile, Steve had dropped off the Hawkins’ Creel house group, everyone saying their goodbyes to Max, Lucas, Erica, and Jonathan. Reminding them to radio in a code red, if anything were to go down, that wasn’t a part of the plan. You hugged Max the tightest out of all of them, whispering sweet words of consolation of how she would survive and they were going to do whatever it takes to bring Vecna down.

As the RV shifted back into gear, driving away from the Creel house there in Hawkins, is when reality finally began to settle in for you. How you instantly reached for Eddie’s hand once the house could no longer be seen in the rear window, leaving only darkness illuminated by the twinge of moonlight. Your heartbeat pumped faster once you all approached roadsigns signaling the impending reach back to the trailer park.

You spotted Hop’s car parked in front of Max’s home, assuming the chief had evacuated Mrs. Mayfield into a safer place in order to use the trailer for tonight’s battle. You gulped, only vaguely catching the words Nancy and Steve shared between each other, those of which you would usually care to ask about, but all you wanted to do was run.

Far away from what was waiting on the other side.

“C’mon, the clock is ticking.” Dustin called out, snapping his fingers as he got up from his seat. Lugging some supplies with him as he threw open the door and briskly made his way into Eddie’s, as if it was his own home.

Eddie made the first move, letting go of your hand only to briefly stand up and offer it back to you, which you gladly took. You two gathering the rest of the guns, ammo boxes, and lighter fluid in their free hands and heading back into the place they use to call home.

The last time you were here was only four days ago, but the wreckage seemed to have increased since then. Most of the mugs that were once displayed on the walls, the ones that belonged to Wayne’s most prized possession, were now in shattered pieces covering the now grimy floors. The couch cushions had been absolutely ripped apart into shreds, walls covered in a coat of what looked to be smoke, and Eddie’s mattress, the one place you and Eddie used to find the most comfort if not in each other’s arms, laid out in the middle of the living room, above it a makeshift rope hung.

“Holy shit...t-thats the portal? Into the Upside Down?”

You approached it with caution, never letting up on Eddie’s grasp as you stared up into the abyss of what appeared to be like molten lava that never dripped as the vines outstretched themselves along the ceiling.

Robin hummed, dropping down her arm full of supplies onto the mattress as she stepped closer beside you guys, “Portal. Gate. Whatever you wanna call it...it leads into the Upside Down.”

“W-what does it look like in there?” Your voice full of curiosity and fear.

Nancy now joined in, beginning to load up the guns on the floor beneath them and she looked up, “Lots of vines and they’re all connected like a Hive Mind. If you step on one, you’re stepping on demo bats, you’re stepping on Vecna.”

Eddie made a mental note, preparing himself to get his clumsiness in check, knowing he couldn’t fuck this all up because of his negligence.

“It really is an alternate dimension. Everything is practically the same except time is frozen and stuck in 1983.” Steve informed you two as he got suited up.

“Here,” Nancy stood up, offering the death weapon to you, “I know we said that you’d be staying here, but just in case anyone that isn’t a part of the plan comes in, you’ll need to shoot.”

Your shaky hands took shotgun, staring at it skeptically before glancing back up at Nance who reached out her fingers to instruct you on the different parts. She was definitely more experienced that you with this type of machinery.

“Just remember to shoot and don’t stop until whoever it is is dead or leaves.”

“Got it.” You slung its strap over your shoulders, allowing it the rest on your side.

Dustin was rummaging through the place, basically ransacking it for whatever supplies would help the group once they entered the other side.

“Hey Eddie!” the young boy had hailed out from the other side of the trailer where Eddie’s bedroom was.

He groaned, tightening the bandana behind his head before making his way towards him with the rest following behind, complaining on how there wasn’t much time left, “Dude, I know this isn’t really much of a home anymore, but this is still my room.”

“I know, I know, I know,” Dustin apologized, holding his hands out before gesturing towards Sweetheart that still hung prettily against the dresser mirror despite the mess that cluttered the rest of his room.

“What?” Eddie shook his head at the kid who walked closer to the guitar, but not daring to place a finger on it, “What year did you get this?”

“’82, Wayne gifted it to me for Christmas. Why?”

The smile that broke out on Dustin’s face was one as if he won a contest. Pure and elated.

“I’m coming into the Upside Down with you guys.” He spoke confidently, and the room clattered with voices.

“Are you insane!”

“Absolutely fucking not”

“Don’t curse in front of him...you’re not coming with, Dustin.”

Nancy spoke seriously, avoiding the eyes of the young boy that was boring into her. Dustin plucked the sacred instrument off Eddie’s mirror, watching as his eyes widened, attempting to take it back from the dingus and hang it back, but Dustin had held it behind him away from his grip.

“Dustin, stop being a little shit! Give it back!” Eddie lurched forward once more, attempting to get his guitar back, but only leading Dustin to run back out to the living room with everyone hot on his tail.

He stood right under the portal and pointed, “The Upside Down is stuck in ’83, meaning this guitar is in there.”

They looked at him suspectingly, waiting for more details.

“Eddie and I can stay in his trailer and create a distraction so that you guys can make it to Vecna’s layer, without a scratch. The demo bats will be too busy focusing on the sound of the guitar.” He revealed as everyone looked at each other, not opposed to the idea, but just thinking about everyone’s safety.

“I mean shit...I can totally do it. You’d be ok with that?” Eddie looked towards you, who was now practically chewing down on your nails after realizing what was going to happen.

You took a deep breath, shrugging your shoulders, “I-I can’t make that decision for you, Eds...you’ve just got to promise you’ll make it back safely and that you’ll look after Dustin.”

He nodded, patting the younger boys back who thrusted his first up high after getting the clearance that he would be able to follow his friends into the Upside Down with some supervision.

But his moment of celebration didn’t last long as static erupted from the walkie that was strapped onto the band of her jeans, “Is everyone ready? All in position?”

It was Lucas.

You picked up the device, pressing on the button and signaled back, “We’re almost ready. They’re about to head into the Upside Down.”

“Copy.”

It was Nancy who climbed the rope first, giving you a reassuring smile as she ascended into the unknown. It was weird watching the sense of gravity enact as Steve and Robin tossed her the guns, which somehow were able to end up on the other side. Then it was Steve. Then Robin. Dustin.

You waited near the poorly tied bedsheets, watching your boyfriend, ensuring that he had all the weapons attached to his body and was ready to go. Deep down, you really didn’t want him to go into that hellhole, knowing that the things they have heard about that place were just the beginning. To be literally in that demonic place was going to be a different experience that would change Eddie’s life.

You knew it.

But you also knew that Eddie was a good man. That he would do anything to make this right. And so you had to let him do it. 

“Don’t look so tense, baby,” He attempted to joke, as he grasped your cheeks in his hands, ripping away your attention from the thoughts running through your head. 

You couldn’t laugh. You didn’t have the energy to try to fake it and make this seem normal because it wasn’t.

Nothing about this was ever going to be normal.

Shaking your head in his hold, your eyes welled with salty tears ready to slip, “W-when this is over, promise me we’ll get out of this town.”

He smiled and nodded, bringing his lips down to yours as they moved slowly in sync. Their friends watched the scene below them, knowing that with anything good or bad happening after this, the least they could do was let them share a moment like this one, not knowing if it would be the last.

“I have to go, sweetheart,” He whispered, and you closed your eyes tightly. 

You brought your hands to rest upon his, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles, giving him a squeeze, “Make it back to me, ok?”

“I will...and in the meantime, read my letter?”

His other hand patted the pocket of the jacket where you said it was kept, and the quiet crinkle of the envelope was the only sound you could hear besides their breathing, “I will. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You shared one last kiss before Eddie had pulled away, fingers wrapping around the sheets as you stabilized it, watching him disappear into the darkness as their voices faded.

“Ok. Ok. O-ok Everything is going to be ok.” You whispered to yourself, nervously pacing back and forth, picking up the radio and signaling in your team’s update, letting them know that everyone was in position and ready to go.

Your shuddering fingers managed to pull out Eddie’s letter and took a seat on the mangled couch that once used to be you and Eddie’s resting spot, and began to open it.

You recognized the paper from his DnD notebook. It was the one that you bought him for his birthday since his last one was filled with stories and all sorts of doodles and drawings. The edges of the paper were slightly jagged from being ripped from the spine, but nevertheless Eddie’s handwritten was always surprisingly neat. The free flowing cursive letters were written in black ink, some of it bleeding from the water droplets, which you assumed were his tears...you begun reading.

It’s just our luck that this happens to us. Am I right?

We can never seem to catch a break, you and I. At first it was just silly high school rumors about the good girl and the bad demon worshipping boy, and here we are battling something else. I don’t think I deserve you, but you always scold me when I say it, but you can’t really do anything if I write it, huh? You’ll probably swat me for that one later, but it’s true. You’re my best girl in the whole world and in no means am I religious, but God do I think Jesus himself made you for me. You’re heaven sent. Truly. I mean it.

I found it difficult as a little boy trying to figure out where I fit, you know that of course. And I know I have this whole persona of being the freak who doesn’t care, but the truth is I do. I only started caring when I met you, though. I hated what they would say about you in hallways, just because you were connected to me. I hate that they wouldn’t leave you alone because of me. And now I really hate that they want to physically hurt you because of me.

Sometimes I think everyone that I love gets hurt because of me.

I want to protect you and I wish I could make this all go away with a snap because I can’t bear to witness anything remotely horrible happening to you because of little ole’ me. You’re too pure for this world...too pure for me. The love and safety that you’ve made me feel, even before all of this crap happened means so much to me. I’ve lived my whole life trying to pretend like I don’t need love to be happy since I never was truly given it by my own parents, but here you come, waltzing into my world and you’ve changed that.

Changed me.

You’re the best thing that has happened to me and I’m so grateful that I’ve gotten the chance to experience this love that I’ve longed so much for. Every little thing you do takes my breath away and I never want that feeling to end. I never want to stop seeing you strike back at anyone who tries to cross me or you. Or anyone you love, for that matter. Never want to stop seeing you smile. Or feeling your hand against mine. Never want to ever stop experiencing you.

But who knows what the future holds after this?

I’ve been nothing but a coward throughout this whole thing. Hiding behind you and our friends, and their parents who have been trying to save me. I’ve put your life in danger and I could never forgive myself, knowing that someone would hurt you all because of me. And because of that, I need to make this right and if that means dying in the process, then I hope that you would understand, sweetheart.

Know that I would do anything to protect you, even giving my life away to some demon from hell. I will do whatever it takes to make sure that you and everyone else don’t need to face this thing anymore.

The only thing that I ask of you is to not forget me...don’t ever forget. Remember the love that you deserve and make sure you go out there and find it, again. My heart will always be yours no matter what. I just hope that I can live in yours when I’m gone.

I love you with every ounce of my being.

x, EM

Your lips quivered as sobs erupted from your mouth, hot tears gliding down your cheeks as you clutched the letter to your chest, racing around the trailer, trying to process the words you had just read. But it seemed that the fates just had to collide as Dustin’s body fell through the other side of the gate onto the mattress, as he quickly rolled out of the way as Robin, Nancy, and Steve came through one by one.

Each of them in a shaken up state. Sweat lined brows and pale faces.

“Where’s Eddie!” You screamed, voice shaking with apprehension, as if you already knew the answer.

Dustin cried, eyes spilling with salty tears as he fell to his knees in front of you. Steve immediately sprinting into big brother action, attempting to comfort the boy who grabbed at his shoulders screaming incoherent words that were muffled by the battle cries.

Nancy gulped hands, dropping her weapon on the floor, “He told us to run and not to come back.”

“W-what?”

Nancy couldn’t do it. She could not bear to look you, her friend, in the eye and tell you that the love of your life just offered his will to a monster.

And so Robin knew she had to be the bearer of terrible news, “Eddie offered his life to Vecna in order to spare Max.”

“And you let him!”

You were angry.

Beyond livid that they would so easily leave your boyfriend up there to fend for himself as they got to make it back here alive. But you didn’t know the full story, however you were determined to get it.

Your feet and fingers didn’t hesitate, reaching out for the dingy makeshift rope and wrapping your body around it as you pulled your body weight up. Screeches of your friends beneath you, attempting to bring you back down to reality. One in which you didn’t want to live if it was without Eddie.

“You can’t go up there! He’ll kill you too!” Dustin pleaded, grabbing at your foot that you carelessly kicked away in the heat of the moment.

It might have been coming from a place of anger, but you needed to go and you weren’t going to let anyone stop you.

“If I don’t make it back, then at least I get to die with the person I love.”

Steve, Robin, and Nancy knew that there was no way of stopping you. And so they let you climb up. Robin picking up the walkie to radio over the happenings as her voice slowly died off as you entered the unknown.

Like your friends said, it was practically Hawkins, but with monsters. So you weren’t too shocked to see the jarring identical trailer that was Eddie’s, just more roughed up and the windows boarded up with steel and wooden planks.

It wasn’t until you opened up the door when it all came crashing down. 

The sky was pitchy black with grey clouds and red undertones that coated its aura. You were careful, remembering Nancy’s word about a Hive Mind and stepping on Vecna. The ground was cluttered with half dead bats and burnt pieces of wood and other material you couldn’t quite make out.

You followed the sounds of grumbling and thunder, racing through as quick as possible in order to find where Eddie could be in this hell. The drum in your chest thumped harder and your ears began ringing as the sounds got closer and closer until finally you had reached the true depth of this hell.

“Eddie!”

Your hoarse wail echoed in the air as Eddie struggled to keep himself upright, the bites from the bats covering his now bare abdomen and sides. The creature in front of him, tilting his head to the side with a evil sneer displayed on his eerie features.

He followed your voice, thinking it was some kind of mind game that Vecna was playing on him, as if he was drawing him to death even when he had already agreed to give his life in order to save Max.

But when he turned around, seeing you in the flesh as you ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him in a haste, he knew it was all real. You had really followed him into this place and his friends allowed you to.

“You need to go.” He managed through deep shaky breaths pulling himself away from your touch, something that he wouldn’t do, especially in an instance like this.

You shook your head, eyes darting up to the monster, and back to her Eddie, “C’mon, we can still make it out of here.”

“Please, just go.” He shut his eyes tightly, wincing as you tried to pull him in an attempt to escape this demon, but it was no use.

Eddie stayed planted on the floor, a heavy laugh filling your ears as you finally looked up at Vecna, “Adding another sacrifice, aren’t we?”

“Go to hell.” Eddie spat moving you to stand behind him with whatever strength he had left.

Before you could even anticipate it, you could feel your ankles being confined by the vines wrapping around your skin. A scream leaving your mouth as you felt yourself being pulled away from Eddie and the gun dropping from your hands. 

“No!” Your chest hit the ground, taking your breath away as your hands tried to scratch and claw against the ground continuing to be dragged across the floor until you felt your back be pushed against a rough tree. 

“Let her go!” Eddie growled, failing to stop the monster and his actions as he too faced the same fate, getting wrapped up the in the vines and pushed up against another tree opposite of you. 

You were in shambles, shaking and crying as the vines pulled tighter around your body, nearly crushing you to death. 

“P-please, why are you doing this?” You whimpered, shutting your eyes tighter and gathering a deep breath, struggling against the restrains as Eddie cursed and the monster laughed like a maniac. 

“Let her go! She didn’t do a-anything!” Eddie reasoned, wiggling in the confines only for them to tighten. 

Vecna crept closer to you, the long fingernails getting closer to your face, “Aren’t you embarrassed of him?” 

You shook your head vigorously, “N-no…never. He’s not an embarrassment!” 

Vecna huffed, laughing once again as he turned around to face Eddie, approaching him now.

“Do you really believe her? Do you really think she wouldn’t feel embarrassed that her boyfriend can’t even defend himself or save her?” 

Eddie stopped his movements, meeting the eyes of the villain that got close enough to feel his breath fanning over his face. Your body and cries now darkening in the background as Vecna continued to talk. 

“She must pity you. Do you really think she would stick around with a man like you?” 

The more Vecna spoke, the hazier everything seemed to become. As if Eddie was lured into a different body, no longer in control of what he was really feeling on the inside and allowing himself to be taken over.

You couldn’t hear what Vecna was whispering in Eddie’s ears, your cries being too loud and your screaming voice begging for the monster to stop.

“Don’t listen to him, Eddie!” Your jaw shook, trying to regain whatever breath you had left in you to stay alive as long as possible.

Eddie, on the other hand, had other plans, “…Finish the job, Eddie…”

In a snap, the vines that trapped you both were loosened, letting you guys fall to the ground. You were relieved, like something magical just had happened, quickly pushing the vines off your skin and crawling fast towards Eddie as Vecna seemed to be walking away from you both with heavy footsteps.

Like he was giving you both mercy, if that was even possible for a sick creature like himself.

“E-Eddie, c’mon,” you hissed, your voice horse from the screaming and crying that still persisted down the valley of your cheeks.

He wasn’t moving. In fact, Eddie was staring you down like you were his prey. Those chocolate brown eyes you’d come to love now pitch black, with no sense of Eddie behind them at all.

“E-Eds?” You gulped, your rattling fingertips sliding away from his torso where they were resting to guide him back up, and your legs, despite how numb they were, hustled themselves away from him.

But he came closer, never blinking nor speaking. Just you proceeding to inch back, a hand held out to keep some distance between you two until he finally jerked.

His hand brutally moving down to slap your arm aside, making you wince, “O-ouch! Eddie, p-please.”

You grasped your arm, wiping the skin before a yelp escaped you, a new pain coming from the back of your head as he shoved your shoulders back, prompting you to lie flat on the tough coarse ground.

“It’s your turn.” He snarled, poising over top of you where his grips immediately enclosed around your neck, cramming all the air out of you.

“S-stop! Eddie—g-get off me!”

You clobbered beneath him, palms pushing with all your might against his heart to get him off of you. Never did you ever think Eddie would do something like this. It was never like him to put his hands on you. Ever.

“I-I can’t bre…breathe.” Your hands floundered, weakly giving up little by little until they slouched on your sides, your eyes fighting to stay open as long as you could.

“Euugh!” The unexpected breath came to you suddenly when his hands unwrapped from your neck.

The skin around your collar was on fire, your fingers covering your throat and coughing out brutally. The tears in your eyes welling, not sure who this man in front of you was anymore.

“You don’t really love me!” He shouted, forcing you cringe a sob leaving your mouth as you cried, swaying your head back and forth with your swollen lip caught between your teeth.

“W-what? Of course I love you…p-please, let’s just go, then you can explain.”

You found it within yourself to snatch at his wrists, pleading with him to follow despite what had just happened. But he only shook his head, holding your hands down on your chest, pressing down firmly.

“We’re not going anywhere.”

The rumbling that you thought was loud before became almost deafening now. A lightning bolt stuck the sky, defining what once was maroon to become lava red, then back to twilight in a glare.

There was no Vecna in sight. Not a single demodog or demobat.

Something was happening.

Hyperventilating, you struggled to calm down, reminding yourself of Lucas’ words. It all coming back to you gradually.

He took his victims hostage. Making them see things that weren’t there. Using their insecurities and deepest fears against them.

Vecna was doing it to Eddie.

You needed to get through to him. Somewhere, Eddie was still in there.

You needed to find him.

“Edward Munson! Your name is Edward Munson, but you go by E-Eddie because you think Edward sounds too 1800s like.”

Somehow, you were able to spit that information out through your irregular breaths. The stronger Eddie forced your arms down towards yourself, the harder it was to speak and inhale, but you needed to get to him.

The only that you could think of is reminding him of who he really was.

“Y-you live with your uncle Wayne at the Forest Hills Trailer Park, and….and you’ve lived there since you were six. You started playing DnD when you were twelve, then you s-started your club in your sophomore year of high…high school.”

You took a deep gasp, noticing his hands retreat a bit, as your story went on. His eyes finally blinking, and his frenzied gaze now weakening.

“I met you when I was a junior and you were a-a senior…your first senior year! And, we had world history together, y-you would ask me for the notes because you never showed up for class.”

In some weird way, you were able to let out a minor laugh through your sobs, reminiscing about the turning point that led you to him.

The love of your life.

“I would get s-so annoyed at you, cause…cause you passed every test without even being there for the lectures and only studying the s-stupid notes.”

Your voice shuddered, cracking in between words, wanting that old Eddie back right now, instead of the possessed one.

“Then you asked me if I wanted to study together in the library…and I said yes. I-I’m so glad that I did, because that’s how we got closer, then you asked me to be your girlfriend a-and I said yes…then two weeks later when Jason Carver tried to pour his milk carton all over you, I p-pantsed him from behind. T-then you told me you loved me for the first time…and I haven’t stopped loving you since then.”

You hadn’t even realized the way that you started breaking down, but these were peaceful tears. Not the afraid ones that were shed only moments ago. There was a small smile on your face, your fingers stretching out to fold around his wrist, still feeling his pulse knowing he was still there.

“And—and I don’t ever plan on stopping,” You hiccuped, nodding your head at him almost to assure him you were still here too.

“I just need you to wake up, Eddie…I-I know you and this is just Vecna making you see things and feel emotions that aren’t really you. I love you…you know this Eds, and I know somewhere in there you love me t-too.”

Another strike of thunder resounded in the air and a lightning triggering up the sky once more. Something was taking place, there was no way for these actions to happen with no meaning behind it.

“Eddie please!” You begged, launching off his hands and shaking his shoulders roughly, “Listen to me Eddie…you cannot die like this! I r-refuse to let you die! Now wake up, Eddie!”

Thunder. Lightning. Chirps flocking in the sky, growing closer. And heavy howling becoming nearer.

You pinched his skin tight, eyes searching his orbs and to the sky and enveloping space around you, “Eddie! Wake the fuck up! I’m begging you, p-please.”

He began to shake aggressively, agonizing groans leaving his mouth and his own hands covering his eyes and rubbing his lids trying to get himself out of the trance.

You swallowed when you could pinpoint the bats in the air, driving a beeline towards you, and the footsteps you knew were the interdimensional creatures coming after getting the signal that Eddie didn’t finish the job that Vecna tasked him with.

There was no time left.

Not with the state Eddie was in.

But you needed to accept it.

That you were going to die tonight and lose him, but at least it would be with the love of your life.

You nodded to yourself, not putting up a fight anymore while you closed your eyes securely, hands finding Eddie’s and grasping them, demanding nothing more than to die with your hands intertwined.

“Wha—babe, w-what’s going on?”

You rose your brows, eyes still shut.

“Are we dead already?” You sought shakily, opening one of your eyes, only to be met with Eddies.

The dark brown chocolate ones that actually belonged to him.

Your Eddie.

You sat up and he moved off of you, instantly pulling you up and into his arms, covering your heads as he ran hastily back towards the trailer, “C’mon…f-fuck, shit, what the hell happened to me?”

The pain settled onto his body where the bats had bitten him; the gashes oozing with blood, almost too much of it, but he kept racing, realizing he had to get you and him to security, even if it meant just his shabby metal trailer keeping you two out of harm’s way.

“T-the bats, they got to you!” You shouted, flinching as you two were avoiding the falling debris from the sky only a few feet away from the trailer.

Only this time, you two weren’t alone.

Steve, Nancy, and Robin were there, guns in their arms with bullets disappearing and the homemade molotov cocktails being flung far behind you and Eddie.

You only dared to take one glace back, and there was Vecna, a distance away gradually crumbling to pieces, his flesh turning into ash and evaporating away like it was all just a bad dream.

“Shit! Steve, give them a hand!” Nancy caught the sight of the two of you first.

Lowering her shotgun briefly as she turned to Steven who darted his eyes in the direction she was looking at. By now you were the one holding Eddie up, his midriff burning in misery, as he stumbled forward with his leftover energy. Blood covered your hands where you pressed onto the wounds, hoping to stop the bleeding to the best of your ability.

“Hey, c’mon, it’s gonna be ok.” Steve assured the both of you as he bound Eddie’s opposite arm around his shoulder, essentially the two of you pulling Eddie’s body into the trailer.

He collapsed right on the floor, harshly coughing, only making you more worried about his state. Dropping beside him, you ripped off your jacket, then pulled off your shirt, using the thin pieces of cotton to act as gauze.

“Stay here!” Steve instructed, heading back out the door and shutting it strongly.

You could faintly hear the rifle firing along with Robin’s orders with glass exploding with every throw they made.

“I’m sorry…just stay awake, Eds.” You pleaded, giving him a quick glance where he cowered and nodded when you pressed harder against his morsels now covered with the material and blood.

You looked up, and the portal was still there, open, just waiting to be entered back through. You never wanted to go back to normal Hawkins so badly in your entire life.

The door opening followed by your friends’ three voices startled you and Eddie a bit. They all looked at you two only for a couple of seconds before the static rumbled through the walkie strapped onto Nancy’s belt, “G…gate, c-closing gate…hurry back!”

Steve stepped forward beside you, employing all his energy to guide Eddie up to his feet and towards the rope, “C’mon man, need a little more energy then we’re out of here.”

“T-trying.” Eddie countered, binding his arms around the sheets and dragging himself up, struggling to burying the pain that was radiating all over his body towards the back of his mind so he could concentrate.

But thankfully, arms snatched above him, peeping out through the portal, and there were the familiar voices, “Hold on, Eddie!”

Dustin and Hopper.

Suddenly he was pulled through, landing on the mattress and urgently being rolled off as everyone came through one by one.

Across the street from Eddie’s trailer, Eleven had been able to piggyback into the Upside Down, creating an illusion of a distraction towards Vecna, allowing the others to really kill him, and for her to close the gate forever.

“Please check on him!” You got up, stumbling towards Eddie with Hopper and Dustin right by your side.

Hopper held his hand out, shouting for the walkie talkie which Nancy placed in his hand, “Anyone with telephone access I need an ambulance at Forrest Hills…hurry!”

Eddie felt his eyes begin to flutter close, weakening by the minute. The only sounds to his ears were the voices of his friends calling out his name, but the only one that resounded sweetly was yours, even if it was screams of terrors begging him to stay awake.

He couldn’t.

The sleep took over before he could even process what was going on. If he was dying slowly or if he just needed a few minutes to close his eyes.

He finally awoke…after three painful days.

Disoriented and confused, the sunlight slowly flooded his senses—his eyes squinting at the brightness, yet his skin warming up at the warmth. The hospital bed beneath him felt like heaven despite the scratchy blanket they had provided and the less than springy mattress.

You were asleep curled up in the chair beside him. Hair a tangled mess just by the looks of it, and your bare arms and skin around your neck covered in small cuts and large purple and green bruises.

“B-baby?” He coughed out brutally, clearing his throat from the dryness, wincing at the strain.

You mumbled something out, moving around slightly before your body froze, eyes ripping wide open as you stared at him. He was up, eyes actually open for you to see and his chest moving up and down showing he was breathing on his own accord.

“Eds!” You straightened out of your chair, making the short distance to his bed where you stayed by his side, holding his face gently in your hands.

Somehow, from him just being awake, his features came back alive. His skin was a little less pale, with the blood seeping into his cheeks with a slight red blush and his tiny freckles glittering a dark brown against his forehead and nose.

His hands weakly wrapped around your wrists, feeling your warmth there, and smiling, “I missed you.”

You missed him way more, even if you were by his side the entire time.

You missed feeling his eyes on you. You missed him reaching for your hand and squeezing it. You missed his hair tickling your skin as he snuggled closer to you. You missed everything that made Eddie, Eddie.

Instead, you had to sit there beside his lifeless body for the last three days, watching the machine monitor his heartbeat and praying that it wouldn’t stop. Everyone came in and out of his room, checking on him and bringing you food—Wayne and Hop trying to convince you to leave so you could go home and get a good night’s rest, but you refused. You weren’t going to leave Eddie’s side.

“Me too,” you settled for, nodding your head as you appreciated your man a little more today.

His eyes finally shifted from yours and trailed over the exposed skin that was barely visible under the collar of his shirt that you were wearing. The deep purple and dark green specks coming to him as his eyes traveled lower to your arms where there were small cuts and bruises that looked to be healing now.

“What happened to you?” His voice was still hoarse yet concerned, pulling his fingers away from your wrists and gently going towards your neck.

You flinched at the feeling, still not used to the discomfort that came with the bruises so close to your face. He pulled back quickly, immediately whispering an, “I’m sorry,” when he saw the way your eyes clenched shut and your bit your lip.

“No, no, it’s ok, you didn’t mean to.” You assured him, swallowing thickly as you opened your eyes and met his again.

You didn’t know if you had it in you to tell Eddie that he was responsible for the injuries that littered your body. But you didn’t have it in you to lie to him, not after you two had already gone through so much together, and you knew it was all Eddie’s fault.

“Y-you did it to me in the Upside Down while…”

His eyes widened, and his fingers fell from your skin into his lap. He couldn’t fathom that he was capable of putting his hands on you. He would have never done that to you, ever. He promised he wouldn’t be like his dad and ever lay a finger on a woman or a child yet you were here covered in bruises because of him.

Realization hit him like a ton of bricks as he listened to you continue to explain what had happened a few days ago on the other side. It had all felt like it had happened in a blink of an eye when the monster suddenly invaded his entire being. It had been a terrifying experience, like nothing he had ever felt before. He remembered feeling like he was no longer in control of his own body, like something else had taken over.

It was as if the moments were replaying in his head while you spoke every detail of what you called, “the night I almost lost you.” He could see the fuzzy picture of you in his head, laying beneath him while you cried, yet never trying to attack him. You looked so broken, but yet so sure that everything was going to be ok with truth coating your eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, tears welling up in his own eyes. “I don’t know what came over me. I-I would never hurt you, I swear.”

He couldn’t believe he had hurt the person he loved most in the world. He fully expected you to tell him that you couldn’t bear to be with him after everything that happened, but your soft expression spoke otherwise.

You leaned forward, closing your eyes as some tears spilt over the precipice, kissing his forehead gingerly.

“It’s okay, Eds. It wasn’t really you, and I know that…I’m just glad you’re awake and that you’re going to be ok.”

Your apology should have been enough for him to accept everything, but still he felt so ashamed and guilty for something he had no control over. He shook his head, tears now streaming down his face as he cried, “No, it’s not okay. I h-hurt you, and I can never make that right.”

It wasn’t going to be something that Eddie would accept overnight and you knew that. You couldn’t imagine the pain and anguish he was feeling inside or out, but you knew that you two were going to get through this, eventually.

You climbed into the hospital bed with him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close with his face buried in your shoulder, “Shh, it’s okay. I forgive you, Eddie. We’ll get through this together.”

There was a long road ahead of you two, one that you didn’t quite know the directions to, yet you held out hope that everything—all the suffering and the turmoil that came from the Upside Down would leave itself in the past as you and Eddie continued forward.

Together.

Three Months Later

Eddie felt the squeeze you gave his hand as the two strode through the makeshift memorial built for the lost lives during the time between the gates opening and Vecna’s final victim. Everyone from Barb, Chrissy, Bob, and Heather had a plaque with their names and a bed of flowers resting upon each of them.

“Somehow, this feels wrong.” Eddie whispered softly, watching you bend down to place a few of the pink and red flowers on Chrissy’s plaque, neatly arranging them and running your fingers through the letters of her etched name. 

You peered up behind you, following as Eddie awkwardly looked around that the area. Other members of the community and the family members of victims doing the same to each plaque. 

Standing up and dusting your fingers, you gave him an enthusiastic smile, enclosing your arms around his back staring up at him, “Everything is ok now…I know it’s weird and eerie but….they all deserve to be remembered.” 

“No, not that,” He shook his head and closed his eyes, the sun blaring down adding brightness to the dark before he opened and saw you once again, “I mean like…people aren’t staring me—at us.” 

You took a deep breath, breathing softly as you turned and looked around. Sure enough, no one was glaring at you two, simply doing their own thing and taking the time to honor those who died. 

It was nice. 

You didn’t notice how accustomed you had gotten to the heckling and staring that now realizing it, this did in fact feel weird. Everyone seemed to leave you and Eddie alone after Hopper had finally come clean about the Upside Down and everything that had happened. It took a while for the public to believe him, but when everything started adding up and the proof came to light, they all just sort of…stopped. 

There was no more threats. 

No more mobs outside the trailer park. 

And most importantly, no more danger. 

“It’s nice.” You whispered, resting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat taking over your senses while he wrapped his arms tighter around you and place a kiss on the top of your head. 

Eddie was grateful that everything seemed to work out even with the turn of event that had happened. It was hard for him to accept at first that he would ever think of harming you, but you had sat him down and talked. 

Vecna possessed him…doing things Eddie was not capable of, but that monster Vecna was. Essentially using his body as a vessel to hurt you, but thankfully somewhere in that horrible trance Eddie was still there. Behind the haze, it was still Eddie and he could and would never hurt you. 

Sure it was almost the night you had lost, Eddie.

But you hadn’t. He was here with you and you were here with him.

“Do you think the kids will visit us?” You wondered, and he murmured, nodding his head tenderly against yours. 

“I think they’ll like California…maybe we can take them to Disneyland if they visit during the summer.” 

Eddie and you never liked Hawkins too much, but you had your family here. Eddie had Wayne. And you both had your friends. But it was too heavy to stay here any longer, so you two had agreed that it was time for a fresh start of a new chapter in your lives. Freshly graduated from high school with little money in either of your bank account, you two were taking a risk. One that you knew had to be taken and would eventually be worth it in the end.

You felt his hands leave your waist and instead cradle your face, bringing you to meet his lips as you shared a kiss. Then he pulled away, briefly kneeling down to pick up a stray poppy and placing it behind your ear as you smiled and kissed his lips once more. 

“We should probably go now…flight is in a few hours.” He said against your lips, feeling your smile radiate off yourself and onto him. 

You forced yourself to pull away, but never getting lost in those eyes as you reached for his hands as you two always did time and time again, “Let’s go, baby.” 

Nothing was ever easy, and that was true for you and Eddie. 

The two of you had to fight off everything. 

The rumors in the hallways. 

The bullying and teasing. 

The mobs and riots. 

And a supernatural creature. 

But at the end, you two survived. 

You two had each other to reach for in times of crisis, whether it was when everyone had found out you and Eddie had begun dating or even when people were coming for your lives. You and Eddie gave each other the strength to keep pushing back, to know that there was a light way down deep on the other side of the tunnel. 

The light that wasn’t morning glory and getting towards survival wasn’t fair, but it led you two right where you were. In each other arms and holding one another’s hand because you two had survived The Great War. 

A/N: finally i am done with this fic!!! this has been sitting in my wips for the last couple of months and im so happy i am finally done with it. let me know what you guys think!! reblogs, tags, comments, and likes would be greatly appreciated!! <3

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[luckywolfsbane]

*hugs you if that's ok rn and if it's not then making comfort food and sitting u on the couch. we're either gonna watch a movie or play mariokart or smth*

how're u feeling rn?

I'm... I'm okay. It took me a bit. Apparently, I've been phased out for at least the last week, probably longer. A lot of recent events are fuzzy as all hell. I simply know they happened, but not really what happened during them. The closest I had to being conscious this last week was when Bella passed. That was... not easy. I was awake for the moments we were at the vet. I can remember it in graphic detail, but the ride to and from, as well as the rest of the day, is one painful blur of fuzzy, nearly blacked out images.

I do this sometimes. It's like my brain, somewhere along the line, decides to occasionally take my real personality and about 3/4 of my consciousness and just check them out for a bit. I did it most as a kid. I'm missing one *full* year when I was 6 to 7. Then there were chunks where I got my hair cut, then went to sleep and woke up with it long again bc I essentially blurred the days and went through months on autopilot.

Anyway. Idk what finally flipped the last switch this time, exactly. I took a wrong turn and woke up to a pocket of rage in my chest in the middle of driving home. I slammed on the brakes at the first stop sign and had a bit of a moment, but I'm fully conscious again.

I got home, and my dad looked up at me, his eyes opened wide, and he said it was nice to see the real me back with them. Apparently, whatever mask I'd been wearing had deteriorated to the point that it was essentially someone else. A bit of a surprise, honestly. He rarely notices when I phase out. It must have been really bad.

But yeah. I'm back! I'm frustrated at myself for failing, but I try again next Monday, and nothing is going to stop me. I know what I did wrong. I'm going to correct those mistakes. If I don’t pass, then I'm not done learning. Simple.

As for going through my page, you're always welcome to! I use consistent tags on 90% of my original posts. If you're looking for anything that might have a tag like that, you should be able to search for it!

I love "spam-liking." It makes me feel like I'm doing something right. I got to wake up to multiple notes from you, and I'd be lying through my teeth if I said they didn't help me get out of bed today.

Thank you for the smile, Illeg. You truly are a marvel 💛💛💛💛💛💛

[prettyflyshyguy]

Alright for the freaks who are oldschool Supernatural tumblr people, or just normal supernatural people, and for the rest who are just like me and don't know shit: I'm dumping all my garbo takes under the cut.

Mostly gonna be me either being really enamored or really upset.

No in-between. These things are either great or the worst. My tastes are specific and I'm picky with vampire fiction and rarely do I find media that ticks the boxes yet, I still watch almost anything I can find obsessively.

Who knows maybe this'll become a new casual TV series if I like the dynamics. Anyway, long post warning under the cut.

They got Bela Lugosi's Dead playing in a room full of nu-metal heads LMFAO

truly the alt communities have always been done so dirty in media

least they did their research on song choices

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jesus christ

flashbacks to my steampunk phase circa 2011

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I LOVE that this woman looks so normie and looks so delighted when she meets this equally normie looking dude in an alternative bar (i want to go there the people seem chill and the vibes are impeccable)

anyway who is this guy he seems familiar

love that they made the most normal dude in the bar the real monster good on them :)

christ they just took one look at twilight and went yeah lets TV parody this shit just for a laugh didnt they

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SHE'S 17

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(DID SHE HAVE A FAKE ID I WASNT PAYING ATTENTION)

OK ok ok you get big bonus points just for this bit. Just for this bit.

Thank you supernatural go off

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"I'm just scared I'm dreaming and I'll wake up in math class" girl me too

im sorry this woman looks so much older than 17

POINTS DEDUCTED

POINTS DEDUCTED

BAD TEETH

great eyes, horrendous teeth. very dissapointed. I'm only here for the fucked up canines because we already HAVE them and whats better than perverting the existing human form into something subtly wrong

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This show has such an aggressive title screen compared to buffy and the x files LMAO

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ok i can get behind the chevvy, the chevvy is nice

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HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

POINTS ADDED - holy shit points added for this cheesy poster alone really capturing the schtick of the late 2000s

ok i get it, i get it guys, they're fun, they're funny, they've got a great sibling energy, the periodic 'screaming' happening in the background of this scene is sending me

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this has been too fun so far i feel like somethings gonna ruin it

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Ok this is so self aware yet the degree they're committing is just.

its marvelous. this is peak. I'm into it.

there are so many ads please i want to see dean have a bad day

Holy shit is that Skinner from the x files i love that guy

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the fashion. iconic. if anything I'll be coming back to this for inspiration for myself.

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the way Dean just slammed that guy on the car yelling "OPEN YOUR MOUTH"

yeah instant favourite.

you've rounded a corner, a dude has just beat the shit out of your brother and now he's about to force feed him blood and your response is: stand there staring like the shocked pikachu

oh so you wait till after he's done to scream "no!" in a half hearted tone

is there something I'm missing here, i know Sam gets a bit cooked at some point (does he get possessed??? idk) so I'm gonna assume thats whats going on

this is the best 'turning' scene I've ever had the pleasure of witnessing in all my years of trawling through vampire media

holy shit the team that wrote this episode fucking get it

the audio design, the acting, is so on point

Supernatural Crew you cooked so hard and I'm deeply thanking you for it

this was fucking made for me what the fuck what the fruck what the fuck what the fuc

Nooooo dont have an emotional breakdown in the bathroom looking at your fangs, but you're so sexy aha

The constant heartbeats anytime Deans in a room with someone got me grinning like :]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

ok points deducted, again, for bad teeth but my god

the "I gotta go-" scene GOOD SHIT GOOD SHIT

someone get this kicked puppy a sippy cup

a red fanta chug jug

where is his sippy cup

look i know its probably not fun, at all, to drink red mystery meat juice on set but its gotta be cheaper than CGI teeth. Please.

Please let more relunctant vampires reluctantly chug jug (with you)

Oh Never Mind they wrote it in that he can't drink or he's stuck >:(

im still having a good time, just a bit less of a good time

YEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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using a large serrated knife to cut appart a horde of vampires seems like a great idea and getting covered in blood you're not supposed to drink is inevitable

but watch out

Sam: thats a pretty mentally stable thing to do

I REALLY WANT TO

CHUG JUG WITH YOU

ok this scene of him makes up for the lack of authentic blood chug jug I'll take what I can get

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Ok final thoughts: that was a solid 7 and a half out of 10

thank you Supernatural you hit almost all the high notes when most stuff falls flat for me. Still, you came soooooooooo close. And got so far. And Yet in the end it doesnt even matter.

Still, this one's going straight to the pool room, and I can comfortably say I'm throwing it on the shelf of 'comfort media' that I can go back to on a bad day.

This had some fucking BANGER scenes that surpassed my expectations and deeply pleasantly surprised me. Good shit! As someone who is hard to please, this was a riot. Still; a shame they arbritrarily rules-d him taking a chunk out of someone. Would have been sick. Could have had the great slow build up of the initial turning scene - him and the love interest, holding back - then him cracking it after holding out and snapping.

It is not too much to ask, I swear. It's a good trope.

Do I dare take the risk of trawling through fanfiction to find another horribly specific weirdo like me, because Supernatural seems huge and a scary place to fanfic trawl.

[beforethepoison]

No don’t be sorry at all the points you made were really good and Rita Lee sounds like she was amazing

She was...She was the mother of rock n roll in Brazil. She was crazy, she was free, she was very well educated, she was cool, she was a animal protector, she was amazing. The day she died was very sad. What broke my heart the most was to listen her husband making a interview about her. He truly loved her. He still posts about her every day. They have 3 sons and enormous songs together. Biggest hits of her: Mania de Você (Mania of You), Doce Vampiro (Sweet Vampire), Eu e Meu Gato (Me and My Cat which has the best lyrics...I mean all of them are great!) .. Caso Sério (Serious case, I love this one...Its all romantic and I knew it to play on the guitar :( )

Ok, here is some pictures of her:

The young sweet Rita:

(that was the first band of her, Os Mutantes)

here she was already rita lee (solo)

Rita Lee and her eternal boyfriend Roberto de Carvalho

the 90s and the RR phase

the hair of fire phase the early 00s

2012 - the last concert she gave until she retire of the stages.In her last show she started defending the fans that were smoking marijuana from the police that were being very violent towards them. She showed her butt to police men and they arrested her.

2016 - the hair color of the moon phase - she was retired of the tours but she was still creating a lot of music. They did a Musical Play of her life I had the opportunity to watch. The actress who played her was Mel Lisboa (a quite famous actress in Brazil). That time, she also released her autobiography which I had <3

2021 - she made some exams and they found a cancer in her long. The doctors gave her 3 months of living. But she fought the cancer until May of the 2023.

her husband Roberto and one of the sons of the couple that doesn't have children, João, they both watch for her day and night. Her son said that she is not the best mom because she achieved success and stuff...But because she was humble person, sweet and caring.

I can say with a mouth full: MOTHER

[kiasnocturnality]

hi! :) this is my first ask ever so I apologize for any mistakes, but I had go let you know how much I LOVE your writing. You're are incredibly creative, it truly blows my mind (I am especially a fan of the Leblancs jajskyjusj my vampire phase from middle school is coming back)

anyways, I hope this is okay to ask, but I am curious how the leblanc parents would react to an inital human lover who then happened to get turned? I had this scenario in mind regarding Ambroise, because he was the inital heir and their whole family dynamic just fascinates me. again, hope this was okay to ask and I apologize for any mistakes in grammar or my spelling, english isn't my first language.

I hope you have a lovely day and know that your writing made someones day a whole better <3

ooooo this is interesting! ok, so, in order to explain, i'm going to go into the hierarchy of the night court (sticking just to vampires bc it gets more complex when you add other night creatures into the mix).

so! vampires are ranked according to power and wealth. as mentioned with odette, her being female does not negate her rank in any way as it is her power and status that determine her rank in the court, making the matriarch of the family as opposed to having allard as the patriarch for being male. that just isn't how vampires roll. gender doesn't really matter when a vampiress can be much more powerful than a vampire despite having a female body so yeah their society has evolved differently to ours in that sense.

wealthy pureblood vampires will always be the most powerful - these are vampires who were born vampires and have little to no turned vampire heritage. and they've been multiplying grandaddy's money for the last few centuries

now having wealth can always open a door to a turned vampire but vampires can be very cliquey - they can be accepted in a courtly way but socially they'll always be looked down upon some by the purebloods, even if they are well-liked. almost like a 'oh what a pity but they're a great person' sort of thing. (also a bit of bias considering when vampires are killed by anything other than another vampire, they're killed by a human oops)

now purebloods who are less wealthy tend to have an easier way of paving their way to success due to the power that comes with having vampire genes that aren't watered down by human ones.

there isn't really much of a working class in the night court, almost all of them are aristocracy of some kind and this class is very expansive.

a core value in the night court is memory. family reputations are built upon memory, they live for a long time and remember what each other gets up to. it's therefore more so because of memory that turned vampires can ascend ranks - they just need to do something really important. furthermore, as seen in the leblanc family, legacy also is a key component. families don't tend to fall in rank or importance due to the value of memory unless some surviving family member actively brings disgrace to the family.

now! let's talk about ambroise and what sort of partner he can have! let's remember that the leblancs hold a social sway in the night court that could easily rival the royal family should the royals ever do anything to lose the leblancs' loyalty. ambroise has a familial duty to continue the leblanc bloodline with a partner who can carry his genes (a turned vampire or human partner's genes would actually be more dominant than his, it's just how it works). so ambroise will be allowed to marry a vampiress of any class so long as she's a pureblood.

but let's say you're human or a turned vampire and you're down bad. there is pretty much only one situation where you can marry ambroise and it's the situation where he's a widowed father. the only time his parents and maternal grandparents would ever allow him to marry someone other than a pureblood vampiress would be if he's already had a wife, at least two heirs and the wife is no longer in the picture (widowed DILF! Ambroise)

and don't apologise at all! this was really fun to answer and i'm glad you like my writing!