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blue-blue-blooms · 7 months ago

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A Little Crush

Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader

Part 1

Summary: In which Eddie develops a crush on the Henderson sister.

You weren't sure exactly when your life had gone to absolute shit. Was it when you found a strange, superpowered adolescent girl living in Mike Wheeler's basement? Was it when you walked in on a baby demogorgan eating your cat? Or was it when you were drugged by evil Russians operating under Starcourt Mall? You couldn't even remember a time when life was normal. If someone had told you that you would become best friends with Steve 'The Hair' Harrington and fight literal monsters from an alternate universe alongside Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan 'The Creep' Byers a few years ago, you would've laughed in their face. Now? You'd survived the most traumatising events of your life alongside these people. You were bonded for life.

The last few years had also made you closer with Dustin. You loved your baby brother and his weird friends, especially since you'd spent so much time babysitting them. But no amount of love could make you say yes to what they were asking of you.

"Please?" Dustin begged, following you down the hallway as you made your way to Ms. O'Connell's class.

"No! I have, like, three essays due this week, Dustin. I don't have the time to sub." You respond.

"It's only for tonight! Lucas can't make it and we really need a sub. We're nearly done with the campaign and Eddie will kill us if we make him reschedule!" Dustin pleads.

You were really happy that Dustin and Mike had found a safe space in high school. Lord knows those two idiots needed it. Freshmen year is probably the toughest of them all. You're new, scared, and lonely. You were really glad that they'd found friends, a place where they could be their nerdy selves and feel accepted. Hell, even you'd dabbled in their interests when you'd babysat them. DnD wasn't half bad, and not nearly as hard to undertand as you once thought. You'd spent many nights in Mike's basement playing with them. The first few times, you'd get your character killed in the first fifteen minutes. But after a while, you started making progress (even though you're convinced that the party was exceptionally lenient with you after you once burst into tears over getting killed off).

"I'll do your half of the chores for a week!" Dustin exclaims.

That makes you stop.

"A week?" You turn around to look at him, "Make it two weeks and I'll sub."

"Two? Are you insane!?" Dustin yells, making a few people lingering in the hallway turn and look at you both.

"Two or no deal, Dusty Buns," You tease, "And be quick, I'm late for my class."

"Fine!" Dustin says, "And stop calling me 'Dusty Buns'"

"Why? Is that nickname just for Suzy Poo?" You tease.

Dustin glowers at you as you walk off.

♡♡♡

"So, who's the DM?" You ask as you walk alongside Dustin and Mike.

"It's Eddie, Eddie Munson. He's a senior. Long hair, wears a hellfire T-Shirt, I talk about him constantly. God, do you ever listen to me?" Dustin claims exasperatedly.

"Oh! Eddie as in your new favorite older male best friend who Steve's weirdly jealous of?" You ask, "I've seen him around. Is he the one who jumps on lunch tables and yells a lot?"

"Yup." Mike responded, "He's a bit scary when he's revved up. Just warning you beforehand in case he comes off...a bit intimidating."

You nod.

"Hasn't he been held back, like, three times?" You ask.

Before either of the boys could answer, you reach the room. The first thing you see is the table where the game is set. There are three boys sat around, all with Hellfire T-Shirts on. Your eyes fleet from one to the other until finally landing on Eddie. You recognise him immediately from the amount of times you've seen him yelling in the cafeteria.

Dustin and Mike failed to mention how cute he was, you think.

His hair was long and wavy. He was wearing multiple rings. And he was covered in tattoos. You're pretty sure you saw a few bats peeking from under his sleeve.

"Who's this?" One of the guys asks, making all three turn around and look at you.

"This is Y/N! She's subbing for Lucas!" Mike says, the words spilling out fast and nervously.

Why the hell are they so jittery?

"Yeah, she's my sister! The one I mentioned a couple days ago." Dustin adds.

"Does she even know how to play DnD?" The other boy asks.

"Okay, excuse me, I wouldn't have come if I didn't know how to play," You finally speak, waving your hand a little to get their attention.

"So, this is your infamous sister?" Eddie finally speaks, his eyes landing on you, "You know, I thought he made you up. What's your class and level? Level One Elf?"

Elf? Is he mocking me?

"Are you mocking me?" You ask incredously.

"Is he mocking me?" you turn towards Dustin and Mike who immediately start gesticulating, probably asking you to shut up.

"My name is Aeren Sirenfall and I'm a level 14 chaotic good half-elf rogue. I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I'll smile as I watch them die a slow...agonising...death." You say, your voice slow and hard as you glare at Eddie, "So, are we gonna play this stupid game or not?"

You're pretty sure you hear one of the boys mutter a 'she's terrifying' to Dustin.

You watch as Eddie's eyes slowly soften and a grin emerges on his face, "Welcome to Hellfire Club."

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caxde · 2 years ago

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uncertainty | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary you are Dustin’s older sister, and you have developed a very confussing attraction to your brother and friend's fiend, Eddie. (3.4k),

warnings fem!reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, yearning etc, slowburn friends to lovers, idiots in love!!!, english is not my first language so I apologise if there’s some mistakes, not proof read!

this is based on this lovely ask <3 thank you for the request!

“I’m leaving in five!” You screamed up at the staircase, as you heard the hurried steps of your little brother rushing around.

“I’ll need seven!” He shouts back, voice high in pitch.

“Now you have four, hurry up!” You plead from downstairs, with a short laugh that escaped your lips as you could picture your little brother going absolutely insane, having overslept once again.

“Shit, shit. Okay!”

“Language!” You yelled as you went over the little drawer that held your car and house keys, turning around to pick up your favourite washed up brown leather jacket. Even if your mom kept babbling away about how it wasn’t really that warm, you debated the opposite, having worn it for the last 6 months. Either way it doesn’t really matter what she thinks, she’s not here to tell you anything.

As you opened the front door you squint your eyes at the bright January sun, it was cold, but once you stood up and the light hitted you, it felt as if you were begging to warm up, waking up with the earth, in a weird poetic way.

“Thought you were in a hurry.” Dustin teased at you as he looked up at you.

“I am, come on.” You told him as you teased him back, pushing him a bit so he actually hurries up. “You know, if you actually went to bed when you should” You start saying as you start the car.

“Oh come on!” He replayed in annoyance. “I did go to bed, you know?”

“Yeah, at four in the morning!” You yelled back at him, feeling how truely tired you were. “And you know I end up incredibly tired when I have to go to The Hideout and help out Dust…” You try to make him understand.

“You didn’t sleep?” He asks back, worry on his voice.

“I did, just…” You looked back at his little brown eyes, true compassion for you, you knew he felt bad now. “Don’t worry about it, okay? It’s just, if you’re talking to Suzie keep your voice low okay big guy?” Your voice calms now, feeling bad for having yelled at him.

“Yeah, okay. Sorry.” He replayed softly as he looked down at his feet.

The car ride stayed silent.

As you parked the car and got out to help him as you always had, grabbing his backpack for him, and giving him a side hug you smiled at him.

“Sorry for yelling.” He nodded and started to look out for his friends. “Pick up at five?”

“Yeah.” He said as he started to leave. You nodded at him as he left.

You were tired, but you didn’t actually regret helping out at The Hideout, if anything, John was doing you a favour. It was proving to be rather tricky to find another job, since you decided you would rather be full time anywhere else than half time in Family Video, though you missed hanging out with Steve so much, you kept hope.

And anyways, yesterday ended up being a good night.

A very good night.

Might be the fact that he tips had run high, or that John asked you to come again today, or maybe, and if we’re being sincere, it was because Eddie had come over. Granted, it hadn’t been only him, but it didn’t matter, not if you could only see him.

And maybe it was because your friends had waited for you to finish your shift, and had made it bearable, but again, if you were being honest with yourself, you knew it had been his soft I always like seeing you that had made the night better.

“You shouldn’t trust it.” Robin mocked you once again.

“She’s got a point.” Steve continued.

“Oh fuck off you two.” You added, still smiling at them as you did.

“I’m just saying… I mean, you have a massive, incredible, planet sized crush on the dude, so you should know, like make it so important.” She tried to rationalize with you as her hands flew through the hair as she was talking, which only made Steve laugh even more.

“Like you have on Vickie?” You tried to tease her back.

“Hey! Not fair, we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about you.” She sentenced, as she threw the old kitchen rag at you as you all laughed again.

“Oh come on, pick on Steve and his crush on Nancy!” You plead as she turned again looking back at him.

“That was uncalled for.” He said under his breath.

“Just stating the obvious.” You pointed as you turned around to your oven.

As the rambling and teasing continued you checked the time once again. You weren’t that late, and still, you always felt anxious you would be.

Saturday dinners were the only thing that had remained constant through the years, regardless of what was going on, you always found time to see each other, either for a quick sandwich or a full course dinner.

So it felt nice to see them in your house, teasing you, as they cooked the pizzas from scratch you couldn’t help but smile at the picture of them, remembering how hellish last year had been.

Your thoughts got interrupted by the doorbell.

“Is it Dustin?” Robin asked as her head moved to look at you.

“No, Dust is staying at the Wheelers.” You replayed with uncertainty in your voice. “Were you expecting someone?” You ask, looking at Steve, and you see how the corners of his lips start to curl upwards.

“I might have invited Munson over…” A smirk appears on his face, and on yours embarrassed rosy cheeks appear.

The warm vapor of the tiny dishwasher hits your face, making it hard to breathe for just a second before you step back and let your hands wash the steam off your face. You take a deep breath, it’s only one more hour until close time, and then you would be free to go back home, back to your bed, and if you're honest, back to overthinking. Thankfully, The Hideout was emptying, and as usual, everyone that left said goodbye to you, and you tried to remain cheerful and respond to every one by name.

“Henderson, we might go too.” Steve yells over the music. As you nod to him you head on to his direction, so you can actually hug him goodbye.

“We would stay but… It’s getting pretty late, we’re sorry.” Robin adds as she hugs you too.

“I get it, it’s alright don’t worry.” You replay as you look at both of them, smiling gratefully that they have stayed this long.

“Actually, I think I’ll stay.” His voice fills you up, low and deep, raspy making your skin tingle. “If you don’t mind.”

“ ‘Course not.” You add, trying to not sound as nervous as you feel looking at him, his brown eyes locked onto you.

“O-key then.” Steve adds with a hidden laugh. “See you tomorrow?” You nod as they leave.

You can’t help but smile as you head back into the bar, feeling his stare onto you, and not only that, but his shy smile too.

Without even asking, you serve him another beer and he takes it, taking a sip while his eyes shine at you. A quick glance at the clock lets you know that it is now acceptable for you to start cleaning up, letting the couple tables that are still finishing their drinks know that you want to leave, and they seem to get the message once they get up a few moments later. They pay you what they owe you and leave slowly.

You take your time to actually close the register, and once you look up, you see the long haired boy returning with the tray of empty glasses and bottles.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You say in a soft whisper, feeling how your cheeks warm up as you do so.

“I know, but you look exhausted, so…” He tilts his head as he looks down at you. “You go sit, and I’ll clean up a bit, okay?” He continues as he starts to clean the glasses and throws away the empty beer bottles. You smile as you circle back to where he was, and he smirks as he watches you do so.

You let your body rest, for the second that it does so, you feel the tiredness catching up to you.

It feels weird, not in a bad sense to have someone taking care of you in that way. Not by anyone, but him. Focused into doing what he has seen you do a thousand times, he even pours you a beer so you can actually relax, but to be honest with yourself, it’s not the alcohol that makes you feel fazed, but him looking at you from time to time as he gives you small smirks and giggles every time your eyes meet. You feel your whole body warming up as he does so, feeling absolutely enamored by the littlest things he does, even the way he pushes his hair away from his face makes you melt a little bit. And still, it just confuses you more and more.

Conflicted might be a good definition.

You are aware that you’ve fallen for him, not ashamed of it, you don’t really care if he knows, but you are scared to find out if he feels the same way about you. You can’t help but let your mind wonder, does he? Does he get as fidgety as you do when you walk into a room? Does he daydream about you in the same way that you’ve caught yourself doing so many times? Does he wish that someday your body is pressed against his as desperately as he does every time your hands meet for just a moment? Does he wonder how your lips taste?

“You okay, love?” He asks. Once you look up to him you feel your thoughts stop all of a sudden, mesmerized by the way his eyes shine at you. It lingers in your brain. lovelovelove. How can someone look so angelic while saying such a silly word, you are not sure.

“Yeah, I..-” You can’t find any words to continue, his hand had found its way to a wisp of hair that had fallen out of place, and even if his touch wasn’t cold, his silver rings froze at the contact with your cheek as he placed it behind your ear, were it originally was.

It truly felt like time had frozen, no words invaded that space. For only a second, it felt like your body was weightless, it felt like if you’d cease to exist, you’d be okay doing so with this being your last memory. His eyes shining only for you, locked intensely with yours, it truly doesn't matter what would happen next if you could just remain frozen in this moment.

But alas, that was just a wish, and time continued to pass. His touch left your skin burning, and both of your faces looked at the ground, trying to understand what that little buzzing you felt was.

As the night advanced, the little bar was clean, and you were ready to leave, though sad might not be the best way to describe what you felt, it surely came close, feeling so calm next to him, you dreaded being separated again, still not knowing if everything you felt was unilateral.

You closed the lights, he turned the music off, and even in shadow, his body was as defined as ever, you’d know who it was in any circumstance you noted. What you didn’t seem to see, was how his eyes could not strip away from you, or how his hands longed to touch the skin on your waist for once.

So, as you closed the back door, and flipped back to look at him, he laid it there, with the excuse of making sure you wouldn’t fall given that the floor had begun to freeze over the night. And maybe because you were so focused on the way your heart was beating fast, hard and loud, you didn’t feel that he did the same.

“Shit.” You murmured as you looked back to the parking lot.

“What?” He responded, his hand still resting on your back.

“Steve drove me here! I forgot… I… Shit I guess I’ll just walk-”

“Fuck off, I’m driving you come on.” He added as he cut you and your rumbling.

“Edds, I live the opposite way of you…” You whisper once again, making him turn around to look at you, his breath falling onto you, watching it as the cold exposes it.

“And I don’t care. It’s cold and you get sick easily, you're exhausted and I like being with you, so…” He begins to walk to his van, his hand finally leaving your back, only to open the car door for you.

ilikebeingwithyou

it stays with you, even if it is on the back of your mind, it stays there.

Even when you had to wait for the van to get warm enough so the engine could start, even when the music was loud and all you did was giggle as he screamed loudly the lyrics of whatever was playing in the background.

It didn’t matter now, the van was parked and the music had stopped, and his body had turned slowly so he could look at you once again.

And again, that weird feeling invaded the air, an electricity that seemed to pull you to him stronger and stronger.

A flashing thought, an image of what could be, if you actually had the nerve to let your hand get lost on the back of his neck to pull him closer to you so that maybe your lips could touch his cheek in a thank you gesture, even if you don’t.

But he does something that seems to be just as stupid. His hand finds rest on your upper thigh.

And your eyes look at his rings in an attempt to distract yourself.

“Thank you…” Your voice comes out soft, and slow as your eyes travel up to him. Slowly.

“You… yeah. You’re welcome.” He’s becoming flustered now, his words tangling as he readies for you to leave, but you can’t seem to go yet.

“What?” You asked as you smiled at him, a tired comfortable smile.

“Nothing. I just like being with you. You make it all better I guess.”

Your wordless. As your cheeks get warm and your lips curl upwards, your face looks through the windshield astonished at his words.

“Do you wanna…?”

He nods as he opens his door, rushing to yours.

3 am

Time had seemed to pass quickly as you too shared the downstairs couch, at times in comfortable silence, most of the time in unimportant conversations, much preoccupied by what your heart and body was feeling. The warmth his body emanate, now wearing only a black distressed old T-shirt, that let his arm tattoos show, not only that but his muscles seem to flex from time to time, and if you hadn’t been so distracted by his charming simple while he teased you you’d realized that they did so every time your body moved closer to him, in a nervous reflex.

Deep down you know, even if you’re not aware of it just yet, that this might be as intimate as you’ve ever been with anyone. Sex and physical intimacy had nothing against this, seeing him giggle as you talk deep into the night, whipping tears of laughter away from his eyes, as his hand rested once again on your thigh.

Might be the late hour of the night, the dizziness from the lack of sleep or the tipsy thoughts that the beers that you had downed, but you meet his touch, lazily stroking his fingers with your hand, playing with his cold rings. When you are not looking, he lets himself be truly mesmerized by you.

“You seem like you want to say something.” He says, voice low and soft, because let’s face it, it would be ridiculous to speak aloud when it’s only the two of you in your empty house. You feel as his face softens when your eyes look back at him.

“I do.”

“Then say what you need…” He encourages, slowly.

“I’m embarrassed, actually.” You confess in a soft smile, letting your head rest on the back of the couch. His body scooches closer.

“Oh, come on… Please, love?” lovelovelove. He knows what this stupid pet name makes you feel, you’re sure of it.

“You confuse me. A lot.” You finally say to him, your eyes darting around his face, as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, his unoccupied hand goes to his head, as his arm rests on the same back of the couch.

“I confuse you?” He repeats in disbelief, almost sounds as he is teasing you.

“Yeah, you do.” You admit, your fingers playing anxiously now as your sight avoids him and is instead focused on his rings.

“Well, then… Ask.” He says confident, approaching you even more. Your body in his direction, knees touching, the grip that he has on your thigh grows deeper.

“What?”

“Whatever you wanna know.”

You take a deep breath, as your hands whip your face, preparing you for the embarrassment that you most certainly will feel after you finally open up to him.

“Do… Um…Do you like me?”

“Wha- What?” He sounds shocked, and your face becomes red.

“Forget it, please…” You say, a pleading look on your face as you look back at him. His face, while it is still soft, is focused on you, his eyes that are usually brown appear black as his iris has invaded the whole space, though that happens every time he looks at you, you hadn’t realized until now.

“No, please… I… What do you mean?”

“Shit, okay.” You breathe in, deeply, deciding for one to be brave for once, and to accept rejection if it comes to that. “I like you Eddie. I really do. Not because you are good-looking and all that physical nonsense, but because you make life brighter… I… Fuck… I’m sorry I just… I really like you and I just don’t know if this feeling goes both ways.” You admit, all in one breath, darting between his eyes, his lips parted halfway and your hands that are now under his grip, a warm touch, a spark or maybe a tingle on them.

“You do?” He asks.

“Fuck, yes Eddie…” You admit, embarrassed and frustrated. “If you’re gonna make fun of me just… forget it okay?”

“Love.” He stops you from continuing rambling. “Why do you think I call you that?” You look back at him, shocked now. “I am in love with you. I don’t just like you. I love everything you do. The way you care so deeply about everyone, and how you would give everything you have to give to someone else just so they’re okay. I love how you look when you’re exhausted, ‘cause you get that cute smile trying to make it not obvious. I love when you get flustered, and I love when you let me take care of you ‘cause that’s all I wanna do… I…” You’re both smiling so bright it feels like you’ve just discovered what colour means. “Can I just… Can I just kiss you?” He says as his hand finally leaves his head, to approach your face.

“Please.” You say in return. Begging to finally feel his lips onto yours.

His fingers tuck away your hair behind your ear, letting them rest on the back of your neck. The other one remains on your leg, his hand deepens the grip that it had on it, a soft moan only from that is already escaping your mouth. He comes closer as you both close your eyes, seeing him smile before you do so. And as soon as his lips finally meet, your fingers intertwined with his, as the kiss deepens and it all feels exactly as you wished it did, soft, deep, careful at first, needy in the end. It feels like you’re both air at the other was drowning. It is sweet, and it doesn’t stop. And it won’t stop for as long as you’re together, you finally feel as though you got your answer. He doesn’t like you, he loves you, and you can’t wait to love him back.

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conkreetmonkey · 25 days ago

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Concept: Kris, Mettaton and Mew Mew have formed Hometown's first ever trans support group.

No discussion takes place, they just sit on plastic chairs in the school gymnasium and play Super Fighting Brothers on the wheely TV, sketch their edgy gender-envy-projection OCs (you can probably guess what MTT and Mew Mew's tend to look like, both are still ghosts of course), listen to nightcore, and consume obscene quantities of cheap fruit juice, slimy brown apple slices, Ice-E's pizza and dry grocery store cookies off of a folding table (provided in corporeal and non-corporeal varieties by Toriel (they're all hungry teens given a snack fund, they ravage that table every time)).

They're the school's only non-sports club (and Jockington is the only member of every sports team), so they pretty much get all the funding they want within reason, but all they've really bought is a trans flag to hang on the wall when Hometown Public School Trans Youth Support Group is in session.

They meet up once a week.

This is the only form of trans "care" any recieves because Kris doesn't care due to their natural androgyny and Alphys isn't a robot-designing, life-size-anime-girl-fascimile-owning royal scientist in DR. Despite all 3 of them being different flavors of trans, they're ride-or-die about their club and each other's validity.

(granted, as for why MTT and Mew Mew are teens, that would require some AU-ing... while the idea of Mew Mew and Mettaton being adults and serving as trans role models for Kris is both enticing and more vanilla-friendly (although both seem to be closeted in vanilla, so...), the idea of a cringe-ass high school club friend group made up of an edgy emo enby, a transmasc glitter femboy and a transfemme pastel lolita anime magical girl... like, please tell me you see the lite AU potential here?

Kris would still befriend Suzie, of course, who would not understand what being trans was ("I just thought humans were... like that" and "ok... you're a boy, and you're a girl... and? Ok?? Good for you???Kris, these are just two normal ghosts, I don't get it.") and join in on a "support group" meeting to "learn."

She'd eat an unfair amount of the snacks, get too into an intense match of SFB, and laugh at Mettaton and Mew Mew's bad half-demon-half-angel OCs before making MTT cry, which would send Mew Mew into a white-hot protective rage, forcing Suzie to apologize under threat of violence, which she does before admitting Metta's half-oni bishounen samurai OC was "kinda sick, honestly." She'd then walk home with Kris, excited because "Kris, that's what "transgender" is? That was cool as hell! I'm in! I'm trans now!" She'd sign up for the "club" the next day.

She'd continue to be a girl, but when prompted would tell people she was "totally like 100% trans" and not elaborate. She still wouldn't really "get" it, because they're just a boy, girl and other thing with nothing seemingly special about them, but would assume that her experience of poring over terrible "How to Draw Manga" books from the library, stacking classroom chairs into thrones, roughhousing over alleged video game "cheating," and getting free terrible cookies is what "being trans" is.

Ok, so I literally pulled this out of my ass as I typed, but omg I think this could actually make a decent fanfiction? Imagine the possibilities... do they still find the dark world, and what would MTT and Mew Mew's alt forms look like? Do they ever meet up in other areas, like the library or the park? Sleepovers? Birthday parties?? Conventions??? Hell, this has big askblog potential, too. Now I want to write this, if my ADHD will let me... cute, nostalgic slice-of-life about awkward small-town baby-queer teens being cringe and free... holiday "episodes..." misfit friendships... trans joy...

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suzukiblu · 7 months ago

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WIP excerpt for miri_tiazan; obligatory sugar baby Kon. ( + non-chrono link for mobile users )

“You–are?” An odd expression flickers across Suzie's face, and he's not sure what it means, but then she smiles brightly. “Oh, um–congratulations! That's–great, yeah! Is she . . . nice?”

“Not even slightly,” Tim says wryly.

“. . . is she a supervillain?” Suzie asks, looking a little worried.

Tim doesn't even want to know where she got that idea. Maybe he's giving off the fifteen-year-plan vibes a little too early again, though.

He's really gotta work on that.

“No,” he says, shaking his head. “She's just a stubborn, arrogant brat with a bad temper and enough attitude to power half of Gotham. And kind of an attention whore, too.”

“And you’re dating . . . someone who’s not nice?” Suzie says, frowning in confusion. Admittedly, Tim could’ve made that sound better. And Suzie’s still a little confused about . . . literally everything, sometimes, so it’s not like he can blame her for being confused about him kind of insulting someone he’s dating. He doesn’t mean any of it insultingly, just as statements of fact, but . . . well . . .

“Yeah,” he says, pretending to check a few more connections. “She's really cool, actually. I mean–people are complicated, obviously. She's all that other stuff, but she's also brave and determined and she wants to help people. Like, you know–just with her life, I mean.”

“Oh, like, um–us?” Suzie says, biting her lip again. “Is she a vigilante too?”

“No,” Tim says, because technically a superhero is a different thing from a vigilante. Barely, but still. He’ll ride that technicality all the way to the bank, if he’s gotta. “I can’t really tell you anything specific about her, sorry, just–”

“Secret identity thing, yeah,” Suzie says, looking a little sad for a moment. Tim feels bad about it, a little. Suzie doesn’t even have an identity, secret or not. Like–“Suzie” isn’t really her name, it’s just a hand-me-down from Cissie, and she got it even more recently than Kon got “Kon”. Not much more recently–which, considering how long Kon’s been in the community and how long Suzie’s been in the community is a goddamn crime, in Tim’s opinion, especially since Kon’s been a public figure from day one and Suzie is literally a secret–but still more recently.

“Yeah,” Tim says, and gives her an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Suzie says. “I understand. If, um, I had a family to protect, or anything like that . . .”

She trails off, then looks embarrassed. Tim feels increasingly like an asshole.

“Robin is my responsibility,” he says. “Not anyone else’s. It’s not fair to drag other people into my secrets.”

His dad . . . he doesn’t even know how his dad would react to this, really. He’s Robin because it’s necessary, and one day he’ll be a supervillain because it’s necessary, but he doesn’t have any intention of ever actually telling his dad about either of those things, even once Bruce is dead. It just seems . . . unwise, maybe.

Or really, really stupid, maybe.

Also, really awkward as a conversation to start. “Hey, Dad, three guesses how bad you were at parental supervision when I was growing up, and the answers are definitely all illegal . . . ?”

Definitely awkward, yeah.

#miri-tiazan #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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mostlylurkinbarelypostin · 1 year ago

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Hot take: S3 Dustin sucked just as bad as S3 Mike and Lucas.

I’ve always found it kinda odd when people paint Dustin as some perfect friend in S3. The entire reason that Dustin was with Steve the whole season was because he was mad at all his friends for supposedly “ditching” him the night before at Weathertop. That’s why he goes to Steve instead of them after hearing the Russian transmission. He lies to Steve and says that all his friends ditched him, which, of course, made Steve feel bad for him. He then tells Steve “They’re gonna regret it though, big time, when they don’t get to share in my glory”.

Like come on. Tell me that boy wasn’t being SO petty. He was so confident that he was gonna be an “American hero” after hearing that Russian transmission and yet he wasn’t gonna share an ounce of that glory with his friends because it was late and they were probably tired of listening to him try and call Suzie for literal hours. That’s no exaggeration. When Mike and El leave the rest of the group on the hill, Dustin looks at his watch and says “curfew at 4?”. By the time Will, Max, and Lucas finally leave, it’s dark out and Will even says “it’s late”. They spent all afternoon up there.

So at that point, the group had surprised Dustin when he got home, helped him lug all the radio parts up the hill, built the radio, and then sat for hours while Dustin tried to contact Suzie… but apparently that wasn’t enough for him? Dustin still said that they ditched him, which like yes Mike and El did, but that was unfair to say about the others.

Robin actually says something interesting in the last episode that always stuck out to me. It’s when they’re driving to weathertop and she says “Suzie must be pretty special, huh? I mean if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her?” Interesting choice of words considering we were explicitly shown how Dustin didn’t do all that by himself, and how his friends helped him both carry the parts to the top of the hill and assemble the thing. This makes the implication something like “Your friends must be really special, huh? If they helped you lug this thing all the way to the middle of nowhere and build it, just so you could talk to your girlfriend?”

They also weren’t even confident that Suzie even existed at that point, but they helped him anyways. They did it because they love him. So with all that being said, kinda fucked up of him to say what he did to Steve and paint them as terrible friends.

It’s even worse when you look at Will specifically. I’ve heard some people say that Dustin would have totally played DND with Will if he was with The Party the whole season instead of Steve. However, that’s simply not true. Will was the last to leave Dustin on the hill and before he left he asked if they could maybe play DND (“or something fun”) tomorrow. It was a direct invitation to hangout again tomorrow but all Dustin gave him back was a self pitying little “Yeah, maybe.”

He doesn’t hangout with Will the next day.

So Will spent all day doing what Dustin wanted to do, but just like with Mike and Lucas, he couldn’t get the same in return. Even with an invitation to hangout again tomorrow, Dustin still clumped Will in with his other friends who he says ditched him, which makes it kind of hypocritical that Dustin doesn’t show up for Will the next day.

So no, Dustin wouldn’t have played DND with Will if he was around cause he was actively and knowingly choosing not to do that by going to the mall to see Steve. He could have been playing DND with Will if he wanted to. The offer was on the table. He didn’t take it though. He wanted to be petty instead.

So I guess what I’m trying to say is that Dustin was no better of a friend to Will in S3 than Lucas or Mike was. One could even argue that he was worse than them.

Obviously I have no real beef with these made-up children, but I just think some might have missed this part of the story cause Dustin is not the perfect angel character that some see him as 😅

#stranger things #byler #dustin henderson #will byers #No one was being their best self in S3 #I think that was kinda the point #It was a transition season #Now we get to see how they better themselves

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badcaseofcasey · 7 months ago

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one single thread of gold (tied me to you) | Part 4 aka: my Steddie soulmates au, Eddie's POV Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |Steve's POV

Eddie wasn’t sure how he thought Steve Harrington would end up coming back into his life - he wasn’t even sure Steve would come back into his life - but pinned against the wall of a boat shack at the end of a broken beer bottle was not it.

The past 24 hours of Eddie’s life had been something out of a horror movie. He wasn’t sure his heart rate had slowed down since he first saw Chrissy’s eyes glazed over in his trailer. And now, here comes his soulmate tagging along with the most unexpected combination of people he’s ever seen - including Dustin Henderson, one of newest recruits to Hellfire Club, and Max Mayfield, who moved into Forest Hills not that long ago.

He was reluctant to admit that his body instinctively knew to calm down once he realized his soulmate was there, instead choosing to believe it was down to the group of people who - against all odds - heard his story and believed him.

The next few days were… strange. Steve seemed intent not to mention their words at all, so Eddie followed his lead. There was a moment when Steve took off his sweater to dive into Lovers Lake where Eddie was able to see his words, clear as day. If he wasn’t convinced that Steve was his soulmate by then, that would have confirmed it.

Because much as Eddie hated to admit it, Steve had surprised him. Sure, Dustin and the others had spent the better part of the past six months trying to convince him that Steve was a good guy (no, really!), but he never expected it to actually be true. He said as much to Steve, and reveled briefly in Steve’s shy acceptance of the compliment. If it hadn’t been so dark in that godforsaken forest, he would’ve sworn Steve had blushed.

They had made it back topside and now he and Dustin were goofing around while the rest of the crew were setting up supplies and weapons. His eyes drifted briefly to where Robin and Steve were putting together molotov cocktails - a sentence he never would have even considered thinking before today. The distraction was long enough for Dustin to get a drop on him, knocking him to his knees. Eddie rolled sideways to avoid Dustin’s “spear,” laughing along with Dustin.

Dustin sat next to him. “All right, old man, catch your breath.”

Eddie gasped, pretending to be appalled. “Watch who you’re calling ‘old man,’ whippersnapper.”

Dustin looked out at the field and his hand drifted down to run his fingers up and down his forearm, where Eddie knew his soulmate’s words were. Eddie had learned all about Suzie within their first few sessions of Hellfire; it was a point of pride that Dustin got his words before any of the other members of the party did.

“Thinking about Suzie?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah,” Dustin answered, eyes still looking out into the distance. “I always worry when we’re about to do something like this. What if something… happens to me? We’ve kept Suzie out of this so far, so she has no idea that we’re facing off against literal monsters at least once a year at this point. If something happens to me, what will Suzie think?”

Eddie shook his head and sat up. “I hate that you’re having to worry about things like that. You’re only fourteen, man.”

“Yeah, but look at it this way,” Dustin said. “At least I know, for sure, that there’s someone out there for me. That no matter how bad things get, there’s something to look forward to. It gives me hope, and a reason to keep going when I think I can’t.”

Eddie smiled sadly. “That’s quite the bright side.”

“I try,” Dustin said. “What about you, do you have your words?”

Eddie weighed the options of lying to Dustin right now, but decided it wasn’t worth it. Besides, it felt like it would be a betrayal of the trust Dustin had clearly put in him. “Yeah, I do.”

“Really?” Dustin asked. “You never talk about them.”

“For good reason,” Eddie said, bumping his shoulders into Dustin’s. “Not all of us get our words from our adorable girlfriend from camp.”

“Well, whoever it is,” Dustin said, nudging Eddie back. “It can be a reason for you, too. You know, to keep going.”

“Hey, I already have enough of a reason,” Eddie stood and said, “‘86 is gonna be my year, right?”

Dustin smiled and accepted Eddie’s hand up.

“And Dustin,” Eddie said, seriously. “You know that one of us would take care of letting Suzie know. We know she’s important to you. She wouldn’t just be left in the dark.”

“Thanks, Eddie,” Dustin said. “You know, if you told me who your soulmate is, I could make the same promise.”

“Nice try,” Eddie said, ruffling the top of Dustin’s ghillie suit. “Come on, let’s go see if we’ve got our marching orders.” He slung an arm across Dustin’s shoulders as he steered them back towards the group.

Eddie couldn’t get Dustin’s words out of his head, even as they all made their way back into the Upside Down. Is that how Steve thought about him as he went through everything that Eddie gathered had happened over the past few years? Did Steve think about him at all?

The group was getting ready to split up, and Eddie was caught with a sudden need to talk to Steve. He called out his name as the group headed out towards the Creel House, then stopped when Steve turned to look at him.

There was so much to say, so much they had both left unsaid. Eddie didn’t know how he could possibly put all of what he was feeling in that moment into words, but here he was, about to watch Sir Steve walk away from him again, only this time, the dragons were so much more real. He just knew he couldn’t let Steve leave without saying… something.

“Make him pay.”

Shit. He probably could have done better than that.

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#my fic #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie fic #steddie #soulmate au #Stranger Things #met as kids au #steddie soulmate au #finally getting back to this one!

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ian-galagher · 3 months ago

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✨Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thank you for tagging me you lovely people! 🥰🧡 Jess @jrooc Michelle @michellemisfit Gigi @sgtmickeyslaughter Pie @gallapiech

Alice @spookygingerr Rory @roryonic Comet @spacerockwriting

Name and A03 handle: Willow & IanGalagher

Current Location: the couch, very comfy.

Favorite picrew (don't have one? you can skip this or do this one)?

I went through my folder of picrews past and I love the ones with a feather and Nemo for Africa reasons.

the last two are funny because I made those before playing bg3 and people in the know may be in on a joke, there 😂

What's one thing you want in a picrew? I love it when there's an option to hold any kind of animal 😂 also trans / masculine options!

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Darkness comes before the Dawn with the most amazing art by Nosho @creepkinginc and magical words by Sky @transmurderbug and help from Julia @blue-disco-lights

Why is it your favourite? I love everything about it! Mute Mickey speaks to me (pun intended) and I love the raven & fox metaphor for Mickey & Ian. Also, that art, I'm STILL blown away by it, really.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? the deadline was something I'd rather not repeat 😂 the story itself just came to us, that was amazing 🥰

Last ao3 fic you commented on? The Circus, Hysterical Light, Angel Of Music, Guide And Guardian (Grant To Me Your Glory) - all wonderful and amazing fics! 🧡

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? Reckoner but I have NO doubt at all that it will be concluded one day! 🥰

Favorite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? when they have pets! also any kind of mystical and magical world will draw me in any time.

Least favourite? not a fan of anyone dying.

Secret or surprising kink or trope? is it a surprise that I like them being softies? no? then I don't have an answer for this one 😂

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? right after I'm glad to be finished but when I post it online and all stays quiet I convince myself everyone HATES it and I'm a terrible terrible writer who should never write again 😂 anyway, support WIPs and leave comments everyone! 😁

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: my besties, Nosho & Sky, Julia always, the discord crew, Alice, Comet, Pie, Nora, Jess, you all help so much!! I'm very lucky to have you all 🧡

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? talk to friends. you guys are my rock, what would I do without you 🧡

Tags and the questions below the cut!

@stocious @look-i-love-u @energievie @deathclassic

@sweetbee78 @vintagelacerosette @depressedstressedlemonzest

@suzy-queued @lee-ow @francesrose3

@transmickey

Name and A03 handle:

Current Location:

Favorite picrew (don't have one? you can skip this or do this one)?

What's one thing you want in a picrew?

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom?

Why is it your favourite?

Did it come easily or was it hard to create?

Last ao3 fic you commented on?

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced?

Favorite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic?

Least favourite?

Secret or surprising kink or trope?

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new?

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line:

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____?

#tag game #tagged

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crossmydna · 10 hours ago

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🖤 Art Tag 🖤

Hey to all artists! I want to talk about our art journey. Some of us have a long path, some have started only recently, but each of us has had our own individual path and I think it's really important to remember how we all started. And it's also important to share it with others so that no one would be scared to start their own journey and just create.

Tagged by @doshiart! and @suzy-queued!

How did you start drawing? What year was it that you become more seriously and consciously interested in it?

I started drawing when I was super young, but unfortunately I don't have any of those saved anymore. I always doodled and would draw monsters and people lmao

More under the cut!

When did you feel the urge to share your art with other people? When did you start posting your drawings on social media?

I started posting them on social media maybe in college.

Your first/earliest drawing. What were your impressions of it back then and what are your feelings now?

Definitely not my earliest, but here's a very bad drawing of my bedroom that I did in 2002. I clearly did not know how perspective worked lmao. And my first digital drawings were some original comic book characters made in ~2008. No idea what program I used to draw them in... but probably MS Paint.

Your first fanart ever.

My first fanart ever was Link from the Legend of Zelda, which I don't have anymore. But here's some fanart of a Spawn comic cover I did around 8th grade (~2004), My Chemical Romance I did in high school (~2006), and a half sketch of Oded Fehr I did in college (~2011).

Your first gallavich fanart.

How's That Feel, Private? which I went into detail on below!

When you had bad days and things didn't work out, what inspired you to keep trying?

Getting comments and kudos lmao I am a slut for feedback

Show your old piece that you strongly dislike and tell why.

This Johnlock one. I haaaate their faces and how the baby looks.

Show your old piece that you really like and tell why. What's the difference with the previous?

I still really like this piece of Homestuck fanart that I did (for the fic Real Men Wear Tights). I don't like their figures, but I like the colors, flow, and overall shape of the wind character, plus the sky and fabric.

Show your old piece that you were very proud of back then.

This pen and ink piece I did in college (so. much. stippling.)

Do you do any practice sketches or warm-ups before you draw something big?

Nope! Typically I only do about 2 rounds of sketches, a very rough one, then a neater one, then the final lines and coloring. No warmups!

Sketch vs Final. Show your process.

I always delete my sketch layers so unfortunately I don't have any, but here's what the first round of sketches usually look like!

But here are the steps I do when I do my actual drawings! I do a couple rough sketches (like above) then a final outline. Block in the biggest colors first, then lock each layer and add shadows and highlights, then finally add overall lighting/color shift if things don't look how I want them to. Little details like the writing on the plaque below or Ian's freckles usually get their own layers.

Your most recent drawing.

This drawing!

Give yourself some praise! Look at what improved in your art!

I think my forms have gotten better and my lines have gotten neater and more confident!

Any advice you'd give to your earlier self?

Stop drawing people facing left in profile (I did not stop doing this)

Set a goal for yourself for the coming year.

Draw more and experiment with different styles! I really want to get better with coloring and lighting, which I always struggle with.

Tagging @michellemisfit @deedala @deathclassic @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx if you want to play!

#art tag #tag games #cross draws

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snippychicke · 2 years ago

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I have a question!

You can answer this if you want if you don't than that fines but! I really really wanna know

.....how would balam be like when he's jealous?

Maybe specifically if he was jealous cause of reader smelt different than usual(before they were courting)

And other demons assume that they were courting another demon?!

When in reality reader has picked up making perfumes from plants after reading about it. (Surprisingly smelling like a powerful demon and having a resting bitch face when annoyed can make netherworld plants very obedient)

Please i would very much like your thoughts on this idea if you can't again thats fine. I am a really big fan of for the sake of a smile you are doing an amazing job on it. Please drink water, sleep well and always have a balanced meal.

Thank you and good night/day

Heya Anon! Thank you so much for your prompt! And for your flattery! As you know it will get you anywhere.

Or at least a little side drabble. I'm not a hundred percent sure it was what you were aiming for, but it's what came out of my head. So enjoy!

Opera's words had rang in your ear from Walter park, and despite Balam's assurance that you didn't smell bad, the thought of having a scent so powerful it could be detected across the sprawling amusement park did not sit well with you.

So, during the next semester while everyone else was focused on the Harvest festival and then the Music Festival, and your mana was worn from trying out Runes, you researched something different.

Perfume.

Unlike Runes, there was a plethora of texts on perfumes and scent-based magic. A lot had to deal with seduction, but it was more the deception aspect that had your interest.

After all, you wanted to deceive the whole Netherworld into believing you were a demon, and not a delicious human.

The endeavor had you visiting Raim between her classes.

"You want to smell different?" The demon asked, looking rather perplexed before smiling. "Oh, I see. Trying to catch a certain Gargoyle's attention, are we?"

"No," You grounded out. "I… I don't know how to explain it other than I don't want to be so noticeable."

Her fingertips caressed your cheek before settling beneath your chin, encouraging you to look at her eyes. "Darling, who ever told you being noticed was a bad thing? It is a natural power that we hold over those who feel even the slightest hint of attraction. What you want is that they are so awed by your beauty they fail to see the knife you wield."

Which might work for seductive demons, but was definitely not what you were looking for. But she did point you in the right direction.

And also towards Suzy.

"Interesting combination," The small demon hummed as you followed her into the greenhouse. "And you said you wanted to make a perfume?"

"Yeah. It's, uh, a long story."

Suzy chuckled. "Believe me dear, I've heard it all. But to be the most potent for your scent, you'll want to harvest these yourself. If I harvest them for you, my mana would taint whatever magical properties you intend for it to have."

Every time you thought you understood the Netherworld, it revealed yet another layer. Perfume here wasn't just something that smelled pretty. It could be laced with magical properties, pheromones, and whatever else. A person's scent was as identifying as their appearance and sometimes more.

It was a gamble, you realized - but one you were willing to take. Especially after facing down a flower that was a monstrous version of a dandelion and a man eating venus flytrap with nothing but a harsh glare and a set of pruning shears.

--+--

You were fairly certain you messed up. You had decided to create your perfume in the Library's office, which felt more like brewing a potion. To you it smelt light, pleasant, and far different then Sullivan's cologne.

But the looks you were getting made you wonder if you were missing something. Some looked rather surprised, others were giving you knowing grins and thumbs up.

But it was Balam's reaction that made you doubt the most. As soon as he saw you in the hall, his dark eyes widened, his muscles tensing so much you could easily notice. He crossed the distance between you in a near instant, and you braced yourself, expecting him to pick you up into a hug as usual.

Except he paused just a few feet from you, looking very uncomfortable and confused.

"Uh, is everything… okay?" You asked softly as he continued to stand there, studying you as if you had grown a second head or something.

"Fine," He answered, sounding as if things were not fine. "Are you… is everything okay with you? Anything… new?"

"N-not really?" You answered, anxiety bubbling in your gut. Why was he acting so odd? Surely it wasn't just because you switched scents.

His eyes narrowed, and before you could probe to find out what was bothering him, he grabbed your hand and pulled you to a nearby empty classroom, making sure you were alone. "Balam…"

"Do you know how dangerous this could be?" He interrupted as he knelt before you. "I mean, what-what if they discover you're human? What if they hurt you? Or Iruma? I mean, caring for children from other relationships isn't typical for demons. How did this even happen? Did-did they force you? I promise, I can protect you. Both you and Iruma. Or… Or if you don't want me, Lord Sullivan…"

You cupped his cheeks, unable to press your finger to his lips to silence him considering his mask. Still, the gesture achieved silence as he froze, his cheeks slowly turning pink.

"Balam. I have no idea what you are talking about," You said slowly and clearly, hoping it would help him calm down from the panic he had worked himself into.

"Your scent," He explained after a moment, his cheeks turning an even darker shade "It-it smells like you mated with another demon."

It was your turn to blush, "W-what?! That-that is not at all what I wanted!" Oh god. All those looks in the hall. It was a walk of shame and you could never show your face again.

You groaned as you covered your face. "No no no! I double checked the ingredients! To ward off interest, to hide another scent, it was supposed to be a replacement for Sullivan's cologne!"

"It's… it's fake?" There was a hint of relief in his voice. He pulled you into his arms, and you found yourself nestled in his lap as he sat on the floor. His mask was pressed to join between your neck and shoulder, the cold metal contrasting with the hot breath escaping through the vents. The knot in your stomach shifted into something else as his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you still. You unconsciously held your breath, well aware of how red your face had to be from how hot you felt.

Your hands rested on his chest to support your balance, though it felt risqué in your position. Though, it meant you could feel him relax after a moment. But if you thought he would pull away, you were sorely mistaken. If anything, he pulled you closer until your chest was flush with his arms wrapping around you as he pressed his face against the crook of your neck.

"Balam?" You whispered and received no response after a moment of silence. "...Shichiro?"

It was the first time you said his given name, which felt taboo. Yes, you were friends, but not that close… right?

He continued to be silent, but squeezed you a little tighter. As if… as if he was afraid you'd run away, or disappear. You sighed softly at the realization, and started to run your fingers down the back of his neck and shoulders in a hopefully soothing manner. You were still confused as to why he was acting like this, but no matter what the cause was, you felt compelled to comfort him.

"It's okay," You soothed, allowing yourself to rest against him. "I'm sorry, it's just Opera's words from Walter park just… kinda stuck in my head. Humans have a thing against being… stinky. I just wanted to smell… nicer. I mean, I did my research and everything, so I don't understand…"

"You said humans can't smell pheromones, right?" He mumbled against you, his breath causing shivers to run down your spine and heat to bloom in your loins. All you could do was nod, untrusting of your voice at the moment. "Whatever you used mimicked the pheromones of a demon who had a… a mate."

"I get that," You confirmed, embarrassment threatening to overwhelm you. "I just…" Why was he so bothered?

"I was worried someone took advantage of you," He answered after a moment. "That, for whatever reason, you… you…"

Oh.

You laughed through your nerves. "Oh Devi, no! I know having an…intimate relationship with anyone is off the table. I resigned myself to that fact a while ago." Not that thoughts still didn't haunt you, dreams full of desire and passion.

Starring a certain demon in particular

There was another long moment of silence, his hands slowly rubbing your back and sides in the way he was prone to do. Despite knowing he didn't mean anything by it, the action didn't help the situation any as you resisted the urge to arch into him. Your gutter mind was happy to imagine those large hands grazing bare skin. His warm breath was replaced by soft lips and grazing fangs, making you clench your jaw.

Damn overactive imagination.

"If… if you need anything, please," He finally spoke. "I'd be happy to assist you."

You tried to beat your gutter mind back, insisting that he didn't mean it like that. He meant making a new perfume, likely. Or just a blanket statement. It was not at all related to your previous discussion.

"You're the sweetest," You whispered before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I couldn't ask for a better friend."

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #balam shichiro #balam/reader #lord sullivan #suzuki iruma #For Sake of a Smile Fic

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randomgentlefolk · 10 months ago

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CPC CHAPTER 168

I'M GONNA. I'M GOING TO.

Oh thank goodness Frederick has a cat-like flexibility. No but fr tho. The fact that he can fit in small places and just, fold his body??? He's a cat.

OH I AM SO DOWN TO GWEN, AURELIA, THE POSSUM, AND THE RAT PROTECTING FREDERICK LET'S GOOOOO. Also The possum and Gwen's sharp teeth and Aurelia's spit? Heck yeah. AND THEN AURELIA PROTECTING GWEN!! I'm so glad she had a redemption arc :')

OH. OH. I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. Do you understand the amount of time I've been thinking about Frederick throwing a book at his bullies and Leland to the point I want to draw it but give up midway due to unable to draw anatomy of a person throwing a book? Yeah. And Frederick calling Leland a doofus LOLLLL.

Curtis not being able to see shit but still defending the aid kit station pretty well? That's what I call true skill. I mean he's really fighting multiple soldiers with armor and spear, and he's winning. But man his hand tho. I'm guessing those are from splinter and maybe some sorta swelling from holding the broom too long (idk how to describe it) or smth? Those has got to hurt...

HAHAHAHHAHAH I can't believe I didn't expect she would say that LMAO. Also she looks so goofy in the second image HAHA.

Nah the commander really went for Laverne too... Did Leland even agree on that?

Omg....Lorena catching Suzie....Lorzanna....

Leland's strength continues to terrify me. He just broke stair railing that seems to be made from marble, WITH HIS BARE HAND. I swear the Pastel palace is gonna need LOTS of renovation after all of these end.

"You don't decide what you want" oh bull I say, bull. Boooo Leland rotten tomatoes rotten tomatoes boooo nobody likes you go home boooo rotten tomatoes.

Eugh I'm surprised Frederick hasn't broken AT LEAST a bone with how much he got slammed and thrown hardly. The door broke bro the door broke. His spine...

Now that I think about it never have i ever with syrah would probably be wild XD

Okay at this point I am the most glad that frederick told cpc because otherwise many bad things would happen...

Wait a minute. What happened to spider Prez? I can't seem to remember...Did she pass out after breaking the door?

Wait so the Plaidypus isn't the royal plaid army?? Wait cause I'm kinda confused now :') if someone can explain it to me that would be great.

OH CRAP OH NO.

Shit, Frederick fr need a doctor asap. All those tossing around, the dusts, nah...

Okay this is sad and all but Syrah with the long nose made me giggle.

THANK YOU PRINCEL-WHOSE-NAME-HASN'T-BEEN-REVEALD!! Blaine really missed like ¾ of the war lmao.

I swear cpc is responsible for me learning new vocabularies daily.

OH??? BLAINE?? BLAINE??? I don't, I really don't know how to start.

First of all, there's a new meaning to this. So what I'm getting here, Blaine wants to be at the top because if he gets all the attention, Lance and Frederick won't be in trouble because he thought Leland wouldn't notice him much then. I suppose what's in Blaine's mind is, it's better to be neglected by your shitty parents rather than being noticed and verbally/physically abused by them?

Okay, I'm starting to get it. I'm the youngest sibling so I don't know if I'm getting it correctly, but this is what I get: "I will take all the abuse from our father so you, my younger brothers, can live a happy life without being notices by him."

Older siblings, amirite?

So, Blaine has been trying to protect his brothers but because Frederick keeps upsetting Leland and then making him proud, Blaine's plan keeps on being in shambles?

One thing I'm confused about though. Hear me out, Blaine most likely has golden child syndrome right? So how do we draw a line between which act is because wanting to succeed due to believing that's all his worth, and which act is from protecting his brothers?

Oh but he still owes Frederick and Lance lots of apologies though. Don't think I can forget what you said to Frederick in the dungeon, Blaine. That chapter broke me. To Lance, well, to be honest I don't exactly know what he should apologize about, but I feel like Blaine still has to? Sorry, I'm not making sense. Maybe apologize due to not talking to Lance and Frederick about his plan?? Oh man someone help me–

Imagine this tho: Blaine apologizing to Lance and Frederick for letting them get hurt by father, but then Isolde came and assured him that what Leland do isn't his fault. Haha I love to analyze this guy's mental health.

I hope he goes to therapy after this is all over. The plaid princes really need a lot of therapy. Actually the whole plaid family need therapy.

Okay say goodbye to my professionalism for awhile.

OABDUANSUAKSBW BLAINE??? PROTECTING FREDERICK?? THIS IS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE. LAMBCATTTT THANK YOU LAMBCATTT!!!!

Frederick looks so amazed and I won't blame him cause I WOULD TO. IF I WAS ABOUT TO DIE, And someone suddenly came to save me, then proceed to throw the bad guy and himself out of the window by breaking the window and letting the damn sun rise view come in. I. I would look like that.

Blaine looking at the sunrise and realizing the true meaning of life and contemplating what he has done. I love him so much you got this bro.

Also Blaine turns out to be strong! I remember headcanons of him being the weakest out of the three. I mean that could still happen, but the fact that he carried Leland in which who knows how much he weights, and threw him out of the window. Damn.

But they're still falling though, that's not good. I doubt Blaine will die for that matter. It would be wasteful. He barely had his redemption arc. I'm thinking either he uses Leland to break his fall, or Nell's premonition about the tent save him. But the forest is a little far though... Oh! Or maybe, because the pastel kingdom is full of hills, they would fall and roll down towards the tent! That's a possibility!

SHE'S WEARING RED. I REPEAT, SHE'S WEARING RED!!!! YOOOO I WONDER WHAT SHE DID?? I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER...which is in 20 minutes lmao

That's it for now. See ya next chapter!

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts. Please actually tell me your thought on this because I NEED answers and theories. Also psychology analization will actually make me go insanely happy)

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theladybarnes · 1 year ago

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CHERRY BOMB: CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Guess the Toddfather has its limitations.”

▸ summary: tensions rise when the plans are being played out ▸ characters: the party ft. scoops troop ▸ word count: 4.1k ▸ warnings: angst, plus a musical moment ▸ series masterlist

The following plans seemed pretty easy.

You three would take Dustin and Erica to the mountains where his ham radio was, send off the correct directions so that the three adults could go through the tunnels and find a way over to where the gate was. Meanwhile, Jonathan and Nancy would play babysitter and gather up the kids and hide them safely in Murray’s place just a little bit outside of Hawkins.

Again, all that seemed pretty damn easy.

But when did things ever go easy for you guys anyway?

“Oh man, now this..” Steve chuckled, pushing open the doors for everyone. “This is what I’m talking about!”

The evident glee in his tone was almost infectious if it weren’t for the fact that Steve was the one who called dibs on driving. Despite you pointing out the fact he’s most likely either concussed or still laced with whatever was in that liquid. He insisted that he was perfectly capable of being the group’s driver.

“‘Toddfather’?” Robin read out the license.

“Oh screw, Todd! Steve’s her daddy now.” Steve replied back as he rushed over to open the car door. He held a hand out for you and gave you a quick wink as he gently helped you into the backseat.

“Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?” Robin asked incredulously. You on the other hand couldn’t help but focus on a certain part of his statement.

“Did he just call himself daddy?” Erica followed, beating you the punch.

Steve glanced over to you, raising a brow at the question. “Did that do anything for you?” he asked softly. You waited until Dustin was in the seat beside you before you leaned forward and patted his shoulder.

“Oh, honey.” you smirked, watching as his brows raised up in surprise. “Wonders.”

“All right, where are we going?” he asked with a pout once when he realized you were only just teasing.

“Weathertop.”

“Weather-what?”

“Just drive!”

“Okay. Jesus!”

Turning over his shoulder, the three of you in the back moved out Steve’s gaze as he swiftly turned the car into reverse and quickly left the Starcourt mall parking lot. Hopefully you guys were leading the plans with a pretty good head start.

“Jesus, how far is this place, man?” Steve called out from the front. It had been a good couple of minutes with Dustin’s vague directions that Steve had started to grow terribly annoyed. Especially once the journey started to take place towards the hillsides.

“Relax, we’re almost there.”

“You said that five minutes ago, Dustin. Are we leaving Hawkins to get to this place or what?” you frowned while you attempted to keep your hair tugged down. The open car had the wind flipping the pieces all over the place.

“No! It’s not too far from here.”

You scanned your eyes over the area, wondering just how Dustin and his friends could have brought a large radio all the way here with no car. Especially with the crazy weather that Hawkins had this week alone. All so that he could talk with Suzie. He must really have it bad for this summer girlfriend.

“Suzie must be pretty special, huh?” Robin asked, on the same thought span as you. “I mean, if you built this thing and lugged it all the way to the middle of nowhere just to talk to her?”

“I mean, nobody’s scientifically perfect, but Suzie’s about as close to being perfect as any human could possibly be.”

The kind words about this girl couldn’t help but make you coo at your cousin, reaching over to pinch at his cheek affectionately. “Aww, Dusty’s in love.” you pouted, earning a slap to the hand from the smaller boy. Erica beside you had other thoughts in mind.

“She sounds made-up to me.” she said looking between you and Steve when she couldn’t seem to control her perplexed feelings. “She sound made-up to you?” Steve’s long pause caused Dustin to grow immediately shocked. Figuring that his friend would have this back without a second thought.

“Why are you hesitating, Steve?”

“I’m–I’m–I’m not! I’m not. I think she sounds real.” Steve tried. “You know, totally, absolutely real.”

“Well, I happen to think she’s real.” you said simply, looking between the two kids beside you. “Dustin’s lies are easy to see through. He’s kind of shit at covering them up.”

“Thanks, I think.” he muttered, looking just as displeased with your answer as he was with Steve’s.

“Plus, I’ve noticed that he kind of gets red around the ears whenever Aunt Claudia calls him Dusty-bu–”

“SHUT UP.” he squeaked before pointing over to Steve. “Left. Turn left.”

“There’s not a road here!” Steve yelled back, confused by the sudden direction.

“Turn left now!”

“Jesus! Hang on!”

Steve quickly turned the wheel of the car, causing the three of you in the back to squeeze onto one side of the car as the vehicle lurched forward through some fencing. The sound of the wood snapping caused you to let out a small yelp as you braced for the sudden terrain change.

“Whoa, Henderson! Where are we going?” Steve panicked from the front.

“UP!”

You reached out to help keep the two kids beside you in place while the road got more bumpy up the hill. Each bounce had you nearly up in your seat and you were sure if there was any sudden brake that had to happen, you’d sure fly out with the speed Steve was going at.

“Jesus, slow down please!” you cried out, closing your eyes.

“We’re not gonna make it!” Robin called out in a panic.

“Yes we are!” Steve said, determined, hitting down on the gas even more. “Come on, baby. COME ON, BABY!”

The car unfortunately only made it up just a few more inches up the hill before the engine began to strain. Making a painful groaning noise with every push Steve gave to the pedal. It wasn’t long until it gave up and finally stayed in place.

“Guess the Toddfather has its limitations.” Robin mused with a heavy breath. Steve could only sigh in defeat as he set the car into park, shutting off the engine while everyone climbed out from their seats.

Dustin quickly climbed out first, scanning the area before he deduced which direction the group needed to go. Steve held a hand out for you, helping you out from the seat before the two of you quickly followed after the smaller boy.

“How far do you think we are from the radio?” you asked Dustin when you caught up.

“We’re pretty close. It’s just up the rest of the hill.”

It’s a painful couple of minutes waiting to hear out anything from the other two groups. They were supposed to be responding back by now but all the attempts to reach them had been filled with silence. Robin and Erica were circled around Dustin, listening to the continuous reports he’d call out for the others while you watched Steve pace around.

He had been frowning since Dustin began setting up. Muttering under his breath about how off everything seemed to be right now. “You’re angsty.” you pointed out calmly, watching him turn around in a circle again.

“I’m nervous.” he grunted back with surprising honesty. “Something’s wrong.”

You looked over towards the mall, trying to ignore the nervous dip that your stomach started to develop since coming up hill. “Yeah, I know.” you agreed. “But it won’t be long until the others reach that perv Murray’s place. Then we’ll only have one more thing to worry about.”

“Are you forgetting about the malted people monster that’s currently running around Hawkins?”

“Melted, Steve.”

“Baby..” he sighed.

“Sorry, sorry. So it’s two more things to worry about.” you said, walking over to reach out for his hand. He was quick to lace them together and bring it up to his chest, making sure you felt the beat of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. You don’t let his distraction affection stop him from letting you try and relax him. “I need you to keep calm and cool until then, honey. Because the more you pace around, the more on edge I’m getting.”

Steve sighed for a second before he nodded his head in agreement. “Sorry,” he said softly, cupped at the side of your cheek. “Calm and cool now, freak outs later.” he finished, leaning in to press a kiss against your forehead. The gesture oddly calms you down better than his words.

“Thank you.” you said simply, causing his lips to turn upward in a small smile. You were about to suggest getting Steve to take a minute to sit down when his smile suddenly dropped. He pulled you closer to him protectively as he gazed past you.

“Shit.” he muttered as he gently turned your shoulders. His finger pointing back in the direction of the mall. The regular neon lights of the building were blinking wildly. It was the same eerie signal you guys had gotten in the Byers home. The sign of a creature from the upside down making its entrance.

“Hey guys.” Steve yelled to the others, bringing them in on the new development. The other three quickly joined at your sides and watched in horror as the lights only began to flicker faster. Dustin is the first to break off towards the radio, immediately calling out to Mike’s group.

“Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop! Do you copy? Over!”

There’s a beat of a second before it continued to stay silent. Surely they had to have service near Murray’s house, right? They couldn’t possibly be at the mall right now. They couldn’t.

“Griswold Family, I repeat, this is Scoops Troop. Do you copy?--”

Dustin’s follow up is cut off when the other radio’s static came through. The piercing sound of a creature’s shrieks is the only message given back. Sending a chill up your spine.

It didn’t sound like a demogorgon. It sounded bigger..

“Griswold Family, do you copy? DO YOU COPY?!” He yelled out. The panic clear in his voice. You almost wanted to reach out and threaten the others to reply. Anything to get some sort of reassurance that they were okay.

“Steve.” you whispered, looking over at him. “If they’re still there then..”

“They can’t be.” he said back, eyes shifting between everyone. But every attempt from Dustin equaled in getting the same screeching noise. Making it harder and harder to sit back and wait for a response.

“Griswold Family, this is Scoops Troop! Please confirm your safety! Are you en route to Bald Eagle’s nest?”

He looked over at you, a fear in his eyes as he repeated the same message again. Steve was right to be nervous, something was wrong.

You glanced back over to Steve to see his eyes were already on you with a look you were all too familiar with. Not even needing to ask, you extended your hand out towards him. He slapped his hand down, clasping them together before he pulled you up from the ground.

“Where are you guys going?!” Erica called out when the two of you dashed towards the hill slope. You guys only paused to call out one quick response to the others.

“To get them the hell outta there!” Steve yelled. “Stay here, contact the others!”

“Keep each other safe!” you reminded before turning to follow down. The two of you are clearly not thinking the most logically right now. Choosing to leave the safety of the hillside to go back towards the hell mall. But deep down you both knew this is where you two had to go. Still..

“We’re being really stupid right now.” you huffed, climbing inside the passenger seat.

“So incredibly idiotic and stupid.” Steve said, turning on the engine. The two of you paused for a moment, quickly accepting the situation for what it was before Steve leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “It’s worked out for us before..” he started.

“Let’s just hope it works again.” you finished, giving him an encouraging peck before pushing him back towards the wheel. He was just about to grip onto the handle to turn it in reverse when another body suddenly climbed into the backseat.

“Robin?” you gasped, turning around to her amused smirk.

“You guys didn’t think you could leave without my help, didya?”

Steve’s reply was to only give Robin a second to adjust in her seat before he quickly put the car in reverse. Making the two of you stagger a bit as he turned to back onto the main road. With the ground being more leveled, the car was able to hit a high speed pretty fast.

Hopefully fast enough to get back to the mall and get the others out of there.

The ride down the hill felt a lot worse than a roller coaster. Normally, you’d give Steve shit for the amount of close calls you guys had if weren’t for the urgency of reaching the others in time. It was only a couple of minutes until he turned down the familiar road you had entered so many times this summer.

“Holy shit!” Robin gasped from the back seat. She leaned forward to point over towards the front door entrance. “Isn’t that your friend?”

You followed her finger to see Nancy is standing still against he other side of the car. Her hands up before herself as she took aim across the parking lot. You followed the direction of her shot and noticed it was facing towards a car you were dreading to see right now.

After everything that’s happened, and all the stories you guys had put together. It was clear that something was going on with Billy. Something out of the ordinary. And while you wanted to dwell on what that could be, you could only focused on the fact that right now he was revving in the direction of where your friends were.

“You know, Steve,” you said, sucking in a sharp breath as you glanced at him. “I did say evil Russians first, then evil ex second..”

Steve gave you a questionable look before caught on. “Hold on tight.” he warned the two of you, turning the gear of the car. You reached for your seatbelt, tugging it down without question. Robin behind you stuttered out a few questions as she did the same. Reaching out for the two seats in front of her while Steve turned the wheel in the right direction. It’s only in the blink of an eye before the car shot across the parking lot.

And like in a damn movie, the other two parties decided to take action. Billy gave off one final rev before starting his car in the direction to where your friends were. Nancy, the groups only guard, took her aim again and began to shoot her gun at Billy’s car.

The gap between the two cars got smaller and smaller until the cars finally collided against each other. The impact is hard, and you nearly shot out of your seat from how harsh the sudden stop felt against your body. The scream that had been bubbling up in your throat finally spew out as you guys spun in a circle.

Steve managed to get the brake to hold, making the car finally stop in place. You carefully let go of the dashboard before you to try and catch your breath. From the corner of your eye you can saw Steve slowly turn to face the two of you.

“Are you guys okay?” he asked, panting softly while he slowly let go of the wheel.

Robin slowly peeked her head out from the back, gasping back in some air as she turned to Steve. “Ask me tomorrow?”

Steve looked over at you, reaching for your hand. “Well,” you huffed, letting out a small breathy laugh as you placed your hand into his. “Wouldn’t be my first time totaling his car.”

The sudden sound of snarl cut off Steve’s smile. Looking towards the direction of the mall roof, you all rose up from your seat and stared in awe at the sight of the ungodly creature slowly creeping its way over the building. In all the gooey glory that the kids had described it.

A car honking nearby took your attention and you turned your head in time to watch as Jonathan pulled up beside the wrecked car. “Get in!” Nancy ordered from the front seat.

All of you scrambled out of the wasted car and climbed into the back of the car. Squeezing a bit in the small space as the monster started to climb down from the top of the mall. There’s a bit of a tight fit for the three of you but Steve managed to get in just in time to close the door and allow Jonathan to take off.

“Holy shit, that thing is huge!” you gasped. You turned around and looked to see just who was in the car, noting that there are three kids missing. “Wait a minute, where are the others?” you asked, looking between the two boys.

“We don’t know,” Nancy called out, peering out into her side view mirror. “We had to split up back there.”

Your stomach sunk at the idea of the three of them possibly being stuck back there. “W-we have to go back for them. We can’t just leave them there!” you yelled, nearly toppling over Lucas and Will to call out to Jonathan.

“We can’t exactly do that right now. In case you haven’t noticed, we got a giant monster on our asses!” Nancy cried, trying to keep her emotions at bay. It must have been killing her to know Mike was back there.

“Oh, crap.” Jonathan groaned. “Uh, Harrington?”

“Yeah, man?”

“You might want to keep Henderson from looking back.”

“Why can’t she loo- Shit.” Steve reached forward, twisting your torso a bit to keep you boxed in his arms and looking towards the front of the car.

“What the hell, Steve? Let me go!”

“No, baby. You aren’t gonna wanna see this.”

You slapped at the hands around you until he let go, throwing a frown over at him. “Whatever it is you think I can’t handle, I promise I’ll be-” The sudden sound of metal being crunched up cuts you off. All of you turned to look towards the window, peering out in time to watch as the flayer threw over an object towards the car. It thankfully missed, but you're filled with shock when you see why the bright red is suddenly so familiar.

“OH MY GOD, MY CAR!” You yelled, nearly launching yourself for the trunk door. “YOU SON OF A BITCH, I’LL KILL YOU. STUPID MOTHER FU–” Steve covered up your mouth holding you close to his chest as he gently shushed you. Making sure to keep you at bay while Jonathan continued to drive away from the beast currently stalking after the car.

The last thing you see of your precious car was the headlight blinking slowly before it was crushed under the flayer’s foot.

Any anger you felt about your car quickly dissipated when the flayer did not stop its chase on the car. No matter how fast Jonathan got the car or how quickly he swerved to try and lose it, the damn flayer managed to catch up every time.

Due to the lack of seating, the three of you in the back were given front row seats of the snarling creature. Where the only thing you guys could do was try and not freak out the entire drive. Steve glanced back at you, wedged between him and Robin, before he placed a hand on your leg. Giving you a comforting squeeze.

“Do you think Dustin and Erica got through to Hopper yet?” you asked, placing your hand on top of his.

“Beats me,” he sighed. “Otherwise we’re screwed at getting any help with the monster from ‘The Thing’ chasing after us.”

The sound of static sparked in Robin’s lap before the sound of voices came through. The group must have reached a closer distance towards the two waiting on the hill top.

“Dusty-bun, you copy?”

“I copy, Suzie-poo. It sounds much better now, thanks.”

The three of you frowned down at the radio in confusion before the name sounded familiar. “Suzie!” Steve and Robin gasped at the same time. You couldn’t help but clap happily in pride, happy to know you were right.

“I knew she was real.” you grinned over at the two.

“No shit.” Steve scoffed, still in surprise.

“Okay so listen, do you know Planck’s constant?”

“Do you know the Earth orbits the sun?”

“So I know it starts with two sixes, and then a…w-what is it?”

“Okay, let me just be clear on this. I haven’t heard from you in a week, and now you want a mathematical equation that you should know so you can..save the world?”

The three of you pulled back from the radio with a winced look. Steve shook his head, looking down at the device as if it were Dustin himself. “Wow, first girlfriend and he’s already messing up.” he chuckled a bit before he looked back up.

You and Robin gave him a questioning look before he remembered everything that’s just happened in the past week. “Oh right, the Russians.” he muttered checking back out the window.

“Suzie-poo I promise I will make it up to you as soon as possible.”

“You can make it up to me now.”

“What?”

“I want to hear it.”

There’s a sort of teasing tone in Suzie’s voice and you can’t help but lean closer towards Robin’s lap, dying to know where this conversation was going to go.

“..Not right now.”

“Yes, now, Dusty-bun.”

“Suzie-poo, this is urgent!”

“Yes, yes, you’re saving the world, I heard you the first time, but Ged is also saving Earthsea and he’s about to confront the shadow, so this is Suzie, signing off.”

The car became slightly tense at the sound of the girl cutting off the transmission. A part of you is regretted only a little bit for not sticking around with Dustin and Erica. He couldn’t have messed this up already. He needed to give this girl whatever the hell she’s asking for. Thankfully, he seemed to snap to the same conclusion.

“Wait, wait, okay. Okay!”

There’s a brief pause of radio silence. What was probably seconds felt a lot longer and you couldn’t but reach out and grip onto Robin’s arm nervously. Thankfully the sound of the static came through again.

“Turn around..look at what you see. In her face, the mirror of your dreams.”

“Make believe I’m everywhere, given in the light. Written on the pages is the answer to a never ending story! Ahh~”

The car does not really know how to react once the two continue to sing. A couple of heads turned in your direction and all you can do is cover up your face in the slight embarrassment. Trying to focus on anything else right now. But the worrisome thoughts couldn’t help but flood your mind.

The monster had gained a vicious amount of distance towards the car, no one had any idea where Max, Mike, and El are, the adults were all back in the Russian tunnels probably stuck waiting for whatever code Dustin was trying to get. But really, the most plaguing thought of all was the fact that Dustin and his girlfriend were actually hitting some pretty good high notes. Again, an uncontrollable laugh burst out from your throat. Making everyone look at you questionably again.

“I’m sorry.” you coughed, trying to stop the laughter from coming back out. “They’re actually kinda good.”

Eventually Suzie gave the answer to Dustin’s question and some Earthly force, or Erica most likely, cut off the connection to their mushy conversation. Finally feeling like some small win happened, you let out a tired sigh before looking out the window again.

“Oh shit.” you muttered, scooting over now so you could peer out better. “Is it just me or is that thing slowing down finally?”

Steve leaned in close, shaking his head quickly. “No, it’s not stopping.” He turned back to face towards the front of the car. “It’s turning around!” he warned.

“What?” Nancy gasped as she turned to look back.

“It’s turning around!” he repeated.

“Maybe we wore it out.” Lucas suggested, sounding hopeful.

“I don’t think so. Hold on.” Jonathan said.

Before anyone could respond to that, he quickly pressed on the brake and turned the car quickly to spin around. The group in the back all let out a small yelp as you guys struggled to keep yourself from rolling all over the place.

There was no telling what would happen if you guys managed to catch up to the monster in time. All you could hope was that the others managed to find another way out of the damn mall.

A/N: Hi guys I’m alive again! So sorry for the long wait for this update. It’s been so hard for me this whole month and I’m hoping to get back into the groove again. I know this chapter is short and very much a filler, but I’ll definitely have a good ending for this season. So look forward to that next week! I’m still working on Steve s2 POV and a couple of other things. So look forward to that. Thank you for those that stuck around and wished me a quick recovery. I really appreciate all the kind words!

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connectionterminated13 · 2 months ago

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We haven’t talked in a bit soooooo

Any new Elizabeth headcanons that you want to share?

Yes it has been a while. And I do have a couple.

Inferno au-

Liz cannot do ballet to save her life. Like she's extraordinarily bad at that.

Elizabeth used to try to take her toys apart and put them back together again the way her dad does with robots because she hoped that maybe he'd pay more attention to her if she did so.

Every Friday her and Michael would have movie night! Mike would make a big bowl of popcorn and they watched like soap opera movies And adventure films.

Elizabeth used to bake cookies with her mom on Sundays, For church. They used to sing together while they worked it was a lot of fun

Elizabeth tried to "run away" after Susie disappeared to go and find her, William stopped her, Saying that Susie would be back in like a week and that her disappearance was nothing to worry about.

Elizabeth after you're the missing kid's incident Started sitting on the far side of Freddy's as far away from chica as she could get. She doesn't like the way Chika looks at her. It makes her want to cry for some reason.

Elizabeth would never admit it but she was a little bit scared of Evan when he was alive. There was just something different about him she used to actually make fun of him a little bit for being "slow" And stirring off into space. She'd even join Michael in spooking him occasionally.

One of her first thoughts win stealing Michael skin as Ennard Is now she could kiss women!! Since now she was Michael she was technically a man so she didn't Need that plausible deniability thing her dad told her about. She ended up kissing no women though because turns out Mike didn't have a girlfriend sad :(

She went through and was going through in emo phase as scrap baby. Like she's listening to My Chemical Romance on repeand being like "it's just like me for real for real"

As scrap baby she hidden in alley drink a pride parade once

Elizabeth liked to sing and run around her room really really fast when she was bored or grounded.

Elizabeth was going to go to visit her family on her mom's side, The year her mom got sick and later died.

Death swap-

Elizabeth and Susie are semi open with their status as a couple. Like they hold hands and hug outside but they rarely if ever kiss. It's hard being lesbians in the 1990s in Utah....

Elizabeth is a little bit scared of ghosts after getting her organs ripped out by one. Like she tries to be brave but FNAF one is fucking scary for her. Doesn't help that she doesn't like working and hates doing sitting in a chair nothing work more than she hates normal working.

Susie Wants to have kids when they're older like 30-40, Elizabeth kind of does too but She doesn't think she could be a good mom and also gay marriage wasn't legalized yet let alone gay adoption.

Even though Mike Scares her a little bit after the whole scoop thing she still accepts him as her brother and eventually charlie's partner once they get there. Even though it is hard for her to look at him without Illusion disks or human suit on.

Elizabeth cannot do taxes this nearly leads to her death more than once drank fnaf 6.

Lizzie is terrified of the idea that 1 day Suzie will die and she won't. Sure Elizabeth loves her brother and Charlie and their other friends but life without Susie doesn't feel right at least the way she imagines it.

Elizabeth is the professional cool aunt to Michael and charlie's son Gregory. He thinks she's awesome :)

Lizzie and Millie au-

Liz will never admit it but she prefers to spend time with Jen As opposed to her own Step mom.

Liz isolated herself from like having real friends for a long time since she feared that if anyone got too close she'd hurt them the way Her dad hurts Henry.

Elizabeth tries to reason with any horrible monster things her parents have made before like getting rid of them since she genuinely believes that at least most of them don't want to be horrible murder Creatures.

She thinks no one knows that she's a lesbian everybody does.

She knows how to fence! You see William and Abigail put Her and Evan in a lot of extracurricular activities because they didn't want either of them around.

She can and will sit through a horror movie with a completely blank face. She's just not scared easily. For the majority of her life she's been surrounded by glimpses of monsters so movie ones don't really freak her out.

She has a distinct disdain for Evan's friend Andrew because he's annoying and evan start springing him around the house like often just to annoy her .

Elizabeth envies Millie a lot since she comes from a relatively normal home and Can Express herself more

I imagine that Elizabeth and Millie au, Is like a mystery of the book kind of thing. Like you know it's formatted like a book series of maybe 10 books and each 1 there's 1 big overworking spooky monster that they need to fight/figure out the weakness of. (Not really a head cannon just wanted to add that in here)

#So funny that you sent this ask right as I was doing art for the Elizabeth and Millie AU....#I plan to do like at least 4 pieces and post them all at once LOL #elizabeth afton #fnaf au #fnaf death swap #fnaf #fnaf inferno au #I was also in the middle that death swap art too really good timing I guess LOL

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such-a-barbarian · 1 year ago

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Weekly tag game - holiday edition 🎄

Thanks for the tags @jrooc @mybrainismelted @metalheadmickey & @lupeloto

🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given: Honestly, I never really had a nickname. Kell is a short form of my kinda unique name, so I've always just gone by my full name cause I like it. My dad will call me kellski every so often and I've always liked having that with him.

🗺️ Where are you located? Ottawa 🇨🇦

🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? Pretty sure we are technically still in fall, but there is enough snow on the ground for it to feel like winter. ❄️

🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: sooo many. I love Christmas so much. Christmas Eve drives to look at the lights, panettone raisin bread on Christmas morning, my 90 year old grandparents still taking whiskey shots before Christmas brunch - Nostrovia!

🥧 Favourite holiday food: tourtiere (french canadian meat pie) and shortbread cookies!

☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? mulled wine always and forever

🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? Ham! I enjoy turkey when it's done right, but ham can never be bad!

🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in: A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? a cabin in the woods for sure! To be fair I'd prefer a cabin in the woods anytime of year.

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? pro-snow!!! I'm good with snow until about mid to end of February, then it can go away. There is no need for snow in March, but from December - February I am all about the stuff!

⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? so so many! I have an almost 4-year-old and a 1.5-year-old, so I have made like 5 or more already this month.

⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? Ski! It is my favourite winter hobby. Before kids, my husband and I would get some night skiing in multiple times a week after work. This year my oldest is finally big enough that we can take them out and hopefully force them to love it! haha

🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? oh yeah! It was so fun this year with the kiddos. My oldest decorating the tree was hilarious, wrapping ribbon around the tree as if they were the first person ever to think of putting ribbon on a tree. They were so proud of themselves!

🎬 Favourite holiday movie? Home Alone! And the old school cartoon Grinch and stop-motion Rudolph - not sure if those actually count as movies since they are so short, but it's not Christmas until I watch them!

📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? All I Want for Christmas! Drunken confessions on Santa's lap - need I say more!

🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Where would it take place? Taylor Zakhar Perez - he has that perfect cheesy Hallmark swag and he is a very pretty man! As for setting probably like a ski resort or something.

tagging @francesrose3, @juliakayyy, @lupeloto, @zutaralesbian, @bawlbrayker. @suzy-queued, @iansw0rld, @depressedstressedlemonzest, @tanktopgallavich, @transmickey & @meagaboooo if you wanna share and if not have a happy holidays! 🎁

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frozen-orbit · 6 months ago

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My favorite lyrics from my Renegades playlists that i associate with Nodrian:

"Did you ever love me? Does it even matter?" - Say Goodbye, Katharine McPhee

"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?" - Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

"I’ll always be on your side, promise you." - Promise, Everglow

"Late night, watching television. But how'd we get in this position?" - I really like you, Carly Rae Jepsen

"Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me." - Wonderwall, Oasis

"Paint my kiss across your chest. If you're the art, I'll be the brush." - Bad Liar, Selena Gómez

"We had trust, belief and friendship. Maybe something more, maybe something less." - Vengeance, coldrain

"Whether we’re together or apart, we can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start." - Over again, One Direction

"Why don't we save each other? Even though we couldn't save anything, let alone the world." - Howl, Chuu

From Nova's pov:

"An evening star watched from afar. It guided me here. It knew you'd be here." - I knew I loved you, Céline Dion

"Dream that makes me want to fall asleep again, such a sweet dream, that’s you." - Dream, Suzy feat. Baekhyun

"For the way you're something that I'd never choose, but at the same time, something I don't wanna lose." - Never knew I needed, Ne-Yo feat. Cassandra Steen

"I can't decide if I'll let you save my life or if I'll drown." - arms, Christina Perri

"I don't know who's gonna kiss you when I'm gone, so I'm gonna love you now like it's all I have. I know it'll kill me when it's over, I don't wanna think about it." - Love me now, John Legend

"If I kept you away from me, if I failed you and I left, it was because my lies scared me. You believed in me and I became so good at pretending." - Perdón, Camila

"I'll follow into the painting you create." - Lucid, LOOΠ∆ Odd Eye Circle

"I made you a promise with no way to keep it, but what kills me the most, I'd still do anything for you." - The Breaker, Little Big Town

"I'm on my guard for the rest of the world, but with you, I know it's no good." - Sparks fly, Taylor Swift

"I'm scared that I'll love you. I'm scared that I'll need you. I'm scared that I'll always want you close." - Something 4 U, Sam Addeo feat. Biyo

"I shot the stars out of your sky, took the love right from your eyes, and I did it all knowing you thought I was the hero of your heart." - The Breaker, Little Big Town

"I was used to being alone, my days were gray, but I remember the day you lightly came to me, knocking on my door. You shined on me like a light, woke me up from darkness, opened the closed door of my heart." - Starlight, Taeyeon feat. DEAN

"My mind forgets to remind me you're a bad idea." - Sparks fly, Taylor Swift

"Oh my God, I can't believe it. Out of all the people in the world, what is the likelihood of jumping out of my life and into your arms? Maybe, baby, I'm just losing my mind, 'cause this is trouble but it feels right. Teetering on the edge of Heaven and Hell is a battle that I cannot fight." - Oh My God, Adele

"She's the death you chose. You're in terrible danger." - The Albatross, Taylor Swift

"Some say she's such a fake, that her love is made up. No, no, no, no." - Girl Almighty, One Direction

"Sometimes I wonder, when you sleep, are you ever dreaming of me?" - Delicate, Taylor Swift

"The coat of paint that you had drawn on me will wash away." - Stop the rain, Day6

"The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?" - peace, Taylor Swift

"The devil that you know looks now more like an angel. I'm the life you chose and all this terrible danger." - The Albatross, Taylor Swift

"The more you become precious to me, the more afraid I am." - Eclipse, Got7

"There's nothing to pretend, I fell in love with you." - Me enamoré de ti, Chayanne

"The world I lived in has flipped over inside out because of you, right is left, left is right." - Sweet Chaos, Day6

"They tried to warn you about me." - The Albatross, Taylor Swift

"This ain't for the best. My reputation's never been worse, so you must like me for me." - Delicate, Taylor Swift

"Through the lies, you were the truth. My world is a better place because of you." - Because of you, Céline Dion

"When I look at you, I see forgiveness, I see the truth. You love me for who I am." - When I look at you, Miley Cyrus

"Wish I could tell you I still feel the same. I want you to know that it was never in vain. And that's the last thing that you'll hear me say." - Hear me say, Jonas Blue

"Wish that I would let you break my walls, but I'm still spinning out of control from the fall." - Oh My God, Adele

"You are the sunlight that rose again in my life, a reincarnation of my childhood dreams. I don't know what these emotions are. Am I still dreaming?" - Euphoria, BTS

From Adrian's pov:

"And you can aim for my heart, go for blood, but you would still miss me in your bones." - my tears ricochet, Taylor Swift

"Even if time fades my paint, I will protect your dreamworld, I’ve never left." - Action figure, WayV

"I can save you and treat you preciously, and if you want I can ride a spaceship cross the night sky, pick the stars and place them in your hands." - Jasmine, DPR Live

"I closed my eyes to this evil. You hid your true colors until now." - Gunshot, K.A.R.D

"I could paint your beauty. That's if you just let me." - Jasmine, DPR Live

"I'd like to be a superhero and protect you against evil, gift you the Milky Way in a cereal bowl, take you to outer space and fly like Superman does." - Espacio sideral, Jesse & Joy

"I don't care how deep in the darkness you may be, I'll find my way to you, if you just wait for me." - Star maker, AmaLee

"I don't know what road you're gonna take this time, but let it be mine." - Let it be mine, Brett Young

"I draw your appearance every night without anyone knowing." - Why, Hwasa

"I guess it's still hard if the seed's sown, but do you really want to be alone?" - Over again, One Direction

"I insisted we begin at the start to turn us back into a work of art." - Oxford Blood, Autoheart

"I know you’re worried, you hide behind your walls. Oh trust me, little darlin’, you can let ‘em fall." - All the ways, The Secret Sisters feat. Ray LaMontagne

"I'll give you everything I can, I'll build your dreams with these two hands." - I swear, All-4-One

"I make art, but you're the masterpiece." - With You, SuperM

"I may be an ordinary guy with heart and soul, but if you're the one for me, then I'll be your hero." - Hero, Starstruck

"I start painting you and I don't pull it off. After slowly studying you, I end up thinking that over my palette I lack of intense colors that reflect your rare beauty." - Sólo pienso en ti, Miguel Bosé

"I want to draw you in the wide sky, name it after the stars." - ANL, NCT Dream

"I want to protect you who's sleeping next to me in this night." - Same dream, same night, same mind, Seventeen

"Like that star that stars in the night sky, tell me your mysterious story." - TokTok, GWSN

"Lips burrow so deep, give me good sleep." - You belong to me, Cat Pierce

"On the sketchbook of my brain, I draw you out every day." - Oh my!, Seventeen

"Put you in jail for something you didn't do. I pinned your hands behind your back. Thought I had reason to attack, but no." - Afterglow, Taylor Swift

"Stupid me still draws you in the air. A star called you shines in the pitch dark room." - HaPpY, Stray Kids

"We fight and you bait me. You feel so defiant. You used to save me but now I'm just frightened." - Keep dreaming, Neffex

"You don’t exist in front of me right now, I know that for sure, but I’m going to interrogate you. Your lips know the answer that I want." - Sherlock, Shinee

"You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same." - my tears ricochet, Taylor Swift

"You’re like a dream, so secretive, more than the entire universe." - Falling, Lim Kim

"You're the one I always dream of. Ev'ry line of your face is sketched so plain inside my heart." - You're the one, Carpenters

"You tried hiding another you but your evil was coming through." - Ghost, Ella Henderson

"You've got the most unbelievable blue eyes I've ever seen." - I love you always forever, Donna Lewis

#me: ros please be normal about your playlists #also me:#i'm sorry i couldn't contain myself i just had to do this you guys #Nova Artino #Adrian Everhart #Nodrian #Renegades

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alarawriting · 9 months ago

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I Suddenly Found Myself In Class With Amnesia, but I'm the Teacher?!

Experimenting with trying to write in "light novel" style despite being an American who writes in English.

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I couldn’t tell you what the last thing I remembered was, because I couldn’t tell what order any of them had happened in. Was the last thing I remembered sitting in the back of the English classroom, gossiping with Suzy and Chantel, quietly enough that our half-deaf and eighty percent dead old English teacher couldn’t hear us? What about that moment in science lab where I had a beaker and I was pouring liquid into a retort and then there was a bright light and a boom? Or could the last thing I remembered be the moment where I was crossing the street in front of the high school, and I had my head turned because I was talking to my friend Rob?

I’m a big fan of portal fantasy. English, American, Japanese, it’s all great. Someone walks through a closet and finds themselves in another world. Or they get hit by a car and they wake up in a strange place full of magic. Or they die and get reincarnated as a cute little baby. Usually in a strange place full of magic. Most of these stories involve strange places full of magic.

That might have been fun, if that had been what happened. But no. I suddenly found myself standing in front of a room full of high school students that were filing in the door and finding seats.

Was I giving a presentation? I looked around, but there was no teacher. And then I looked down at how I was dressed – a plain blue blouse with a little pleating, and a very pleated, dark blue skirt, with sensible flats like my mom might wear, and pantyhose, like I would ever wear pantyhose. And then I looked up again, at the students, who were looking at me, and I realized that while they were mostly wearing T-shirts and jeans, the colors and styles were all wrong. Lots of neon stripes, and strategic cuts, and all the sneakers were either black with fluorescent stripes of some kind, or bright colors. And several of the boys were wearing pink. And none of the hairstyles looked like anything me or my friends would be caught dead in.

I reached behind my head and found that my hair was in a bun. In the last things I could remember, my hair was in a pixie cut. Pixie cuts cannot be made into buns. Somehow time had passed that I couldn’t remember. A lot of time.

My hands looked normal. No rings. But my fingernails weren’t chewed. There wasn’t any nail polish on them, but they were neat and clean and didn’t look like fingernails I might have.

The students weren’t looking at me the way students look at other students who are up at the board to do a presentation; they were looking at me sullenly, or expectantly.

I realized then to my horror that I was the teacher here.

If I was the teacher, I absolutely could not have a panic attack, even though I felt like I was about to. I also couldn’t suddenly run off to the bathroom – in all my years of school I have never seen a teacher do that at the start of a class. Teachers always present themselves as perfectly in control, without basic human needs, or else the class senses weakness and eats them alive.

This was exactly the kind of situation you might think to yourself, I’m having a bad dream. But my feet hurt. The shoes were annoying me. I have never noticed how my shoes feel, in a dream. And I was wearing an underwire bra, which was digging into my skin under my breasts. This was not a dream; I don’t dream up those kinds of details.

So. Somehow I was the teacher. I had no idea what I was teaching. I had never wanted to be a teacher – I’d planned to be a marine biologist. A quick eyeball around the class didn’t give me any hints; it was a very, very generic classroom. I did have a whiteboard with markers instead of a chalkboard, and the students didn’t have notebooks in front of them; most of them had something that looked like a laptop monitor, except smaller and without a keyboard, like a really big cell phone. A few had pens, except they were probably styluses for writing on the laptop monitor things, somehow, because without paper I couldn’t imagine how they could use those as pens.

No one was taking out a textbook, either. Seriously, how was I supposed to even guess what I was supposed to teach?

I could run off, I thought. This wasn’t actually my real life. I wasn’t a teacher. I was a high school student. This had to be some kind of Freaky Friday craziness where I’d swapped places with a teacher, somehow.

But… that was a ridiculous idea. Whereas the idea that somehow, something had happened to my brain and I’d suddenly lost years of memory and started thinking I was still a high school student when in fact I was a grown adult teacher… was possible. Implausible, and I didn’t like the idea at all, but it was more likely to be true. And if it was true, that meant this was my real life. This was my real job. And I’d be fired if I admitted I’d suddenly had some kind of brain damage that wiped out my memories of however many years it had been since I was a high school student. Somehow I had to fake my way through this, at least long enough to figure out what was going on.

The bell had rung a minute ago. The students were, mostly, pretty quiet, looking at me expectantly. I’m sure my lack of responsiveness was starting to seem weird.

I had to do something quick.

“We’re going to do something different today, students,” I said, wondering, as I said it, if I or the person whose life I’d stolen said things like “students” to address the class. “Let’s pretend I have total amnesia. I walked into this classroom, and wow! I don’t know my name and I’ve never been here before. Write me a short essay, in your own words, about what we’ve been learning for the past couple of weeks. Fill me in! Pretend I don’t know anything!”

#im the teacher #english language light novel?#wip

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