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Right Way Up (02)

Stranger Things

Yandere! Steve Harrington X F!Reader, Yandere! Eddie Munson X F!Reader, Yandere! Billy Hargrove X F!Reader

Synopsis: You always hated when your favourite characters died in shows or movies; always longed to have the opportunity to save them. So when you're transported into one of your favourite shows of all time, what else are you supposed to do besides save your beloved characters?

Warnings: Threat/violence, Gore, Mentions of sexual content (implicit), Death, Manipulation, Depictions of toxic relationships, Drugs and alcohol abuse

Note: Sorry for the wait, my loves, but here's Eddie, Steve, and Billy to make it up to you 💕

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02. bring unto me vanity

enter: billy hargrove

YOU stood there, expression blank as you stared mindlessly into the Eddie Munson. It almost felt as though all your thoughts had left you the moment you bumped into him—flooding out in an endless, blank stream of nothingness you couldn't even begin to comprehend.

Then—not even seconds later—it all came rushing back.

Scenes of him lying in a pool of his own crimson, straining as he told Dustin about how he didn't run away—how he wasn't a coward for once. Scenes of the town believing he was some sort of satanic worshipper—vandalising his missing posters with pentagrams after he had just died protecting them. Scenes of Dustin informing Eddie's uncle of his noble death with tears streaming down his face; unrelenting in their cruel pace.

Scenes that always shot straight through your heart no matter how many times you rewatched them.

"Woah, hey, are you o—?"

You couldn't help it—the way you flew into his chest, arms wrapping around his back in a hug so tight—so inextricably emotional—that even the most affectionate of lovers, the most intimate of partners, would envy your outpour of emotions in that one embrace.

You couldn't help it because—because he was here. And he was okay. And he was alive—oh god, he was alive.

"Wha—?"

And apparently, he was also confused.

Get it together, Y/N. What kind of weirdo randomly throws themselves onto a stranger like that?

But he wasn't a stranger though, he was a character you had watched and grown attached to on screen; a beloved character you had witnessed die over and over again without being able to do a single thing about it.

But, a small voice prodded in the back of your mind, maybe you could do something now?

"Are you... okay?"

You blinked, further scattering a wet substance across your eyelashes. "Oh, yeah, um... it's just that—"

You didn't deserve to die, Eddie.

"—well, everyone is always so mean to you and— they're always like, calling you a freak just because you like playing a fantasy, role-playing game and it's just— it's so unfair because you seem like such a nice guy who doesn't deserve any of the shit that you get and I'm just— I'm so sorry!"

Ah, maybe you let out a little too much there, judging by the way he reacted.

His mouth had hung open, brown eyes wide in what you could only describe as disbelief, bewilderment and utter, utter shock.

For a moment, you were worried that you had accidentally made him malfunction or something; maybe said some type of dialogue that he couldn't compute and, therefore, couldn't respond to—like some sort of unaware NPC being told that they weren't real—which, in a way, is quite similar to his actual circumstance anyhow.

But then, to your utter surprise, he spoke again; in a tone that seemed light, almost—playful, even—"woah, uh, you always psychoanalyse people when you first meet?"—but... there was a waver in his voice, a vulnerability breaking through.

And you knew; you knew he was trying so hard not to let it break through.

Oh Eddie...

"No, sorry, uh—" you cut yourself off, pulling away to rest your arms against your sides, to really look him in the eyes as you offered, "—do you want to be friends?"

"Woah, hold up, Y/N L/N, the Y/N L/N—the Queen of Hawkins High herself—"

Queen of Hawkins High? You knew you were popular but—Queen? Damn.

"—is asking me, Eddie 'The Freak' Munson, if I want to be her friend?"

His words ushered the corners of your lips down and you felt that familiar constricting feeling in your heart again. "Don't call yourself a freak, Eddie. You're not. Please don't ever refer to yourself that way."

Cue the look of absolute astonishment making its way back onto his face.

"I uh—"

"Please, Eddie." Your fingers intertwined, eyes widening in what you hoped—prayed—was a look that resembled irresistible puppy dog eyes—

"Well, how the hell am I meant to deny you when you give me that look, sweetheart?"

—and resemble them it did.

"So, does that mean—?"

He smirked. "Yes, Queenie, I'll be your friend."

The voice at the back of your mind was louder now, hope swirling together with mere hypothetical scenarios to grant you a vision—a world in which Eddie survived the bat attack he was subjected to in season 4; a world in which you saved him.

And hey, if you were lucky, maybe you'd be able to protect him from all the awful bullying he was a victim of as well. Lord knew he didn't deserve it.

"So, would you mind me sitting in on one of your DnD campaigns?"

He blinked, looking confused for what was probably the nth time. "You know what DnD is?"

"Oh, uh, yeah. I, uh, know someone who plays it. I mentioned it just now, remember? Definitely not a game that encourages satanism."

A bubble of laughter left his lips—and you swore you felt a swirl of warmth gather in your chest—his pretty eyes crinkling up as he said, "yeah, it definitely isn't." Then, his hand rose up to the back of his neck before he continued, albeit awkwardly, "I uh, actually have one today after school, if you wanna..?"

He trailed off but you knew what he was about to ask—and so—smiled at him as you confirmed, "I would love to."

"Great!" He beamed—rather cutely, if you did say so yourself—before immediately faltering, and soon, his hand was back on his neck. "We should probably head to English, huh?"

So you shared your next lesson together? Sweet. Saved you the hassle of running around like a headless chicken trying to find your class.

You let Eddie lead the way, following behind him with a pep in your step as you passed by doors upon doors, each looking just as beat-up as the last—but you were too over-the-moon to criticise their condition.

Perhaps the reason you were so happy was because you genuinely befriended a super nice, super fun guy that you always wanted to talk to when watching the show. Perhaps it was because you knew you had a shot at saving him; at giving him another chance to live in this fictional world. Either way, your mood had definitely lifted and for that, you were grateful—

"Munson, L/N, you two are late."

—until, of course, you weren't.

Having arrived at class, you were met with a chorus of gasps sent your way, almost every single jaw dropping to the floor as soon as their eyes landed on you and your companion.

The lady in front of you had her arms crossed over her busty chest, eyes narrowed specifically at one of the two of you and said person seemed to be very aware of it.

Eddie parted his lips, a grin manifesting on his face as he seemed to gear himself up for some sort of speech; one that would never get to leave his lips—at least, not on your watch.

"Sorry, miss, I held him up a little." Your lips stretched into a sheepish smile as you shrugged.

Not bothering to hear what she had to say—because why would you?—you made your way over to one of the empty seats at the back. There was another one in the middle of the room—one surrounded by broad-shouldered kids all adorning the same, bright varsity jackets—but, you would much rather be taking the seat away from them.

Besides, the back seat had an empty one right next to it.

As soon as your thighs landed on the smooth—yet highly uncomfortable—surface of the wooden chair, you tilted your head up, eyes meeting with the sweet character you were just walking with, before one of your hands rose up and gestured towards the other empty seat right next to you.

Another gawk. Another chorus of dramatic gasps.

Oh my God, it's not that big a deal.

"Well, Mister Munson? Will you be taking your seat or will you keep holding the whole class up?"

Snickers; mocking and malevolent in their nature—all bouncing off the walls of the room and into your ears, edging your lips down.

It didn't seem to bother Eddie though, who only let out his own sheepish chuckle before making his way down the row of beaten desks to the empty one beside you.

Your lips twitched back up, then he opened his mouth—"you weren't kidding about wanting to be my friend, huh?"—and you found them twitching down once again.

"Of course not, Eddie. I'm not that—"

A new voice abruptly cut you off. "Ahem. Now where was I?"

You couldn't speak for the remainder of the class, but that didn't stop you from communicating with Eddie regardless. All you had to do was rip out a page from your notepad, write a quick 'I meant what I said', scrunch it up and throw it his way.

You had then propped your head up on your hand, elbow resting on the bumpy table as you leaned forward to really gauge his reaction. The goofy way his lips had tugged up was very much infectious and you smiled as he furiously scribbled back a response before sneaking a quick glance at you—one that resulted in him freezing up, eyes widening and pink rushing to his cheeks in a way that was so cute, you couldn't help but widen your smile.

His blush grew deeper.

He was quick to pull himself back together though, and soon, the rest of the lesson was filled with the two of you tossing that same, crinkled sheet of paper back and forth—each time filling it with more and more ink as small giggles bubbled out of your mouths; childish and carefree with a hint of awe. You felt like a middle schooler all over again—it was nice, it was fun—

—so fun, in fact, that time passed by like a flash of lightning and, before you even knew it, a 'brrring!' rang through the air; one that had you rushing over to Eddie's side, ready to accompany him out the door. Were you being a little clingy? Maybe. But it was the Eddie Munson, who wouldn't be clingy?

"Oh wow, being waited on by a queen, boy do I feel special," his words were accompanied by a light tone you'd heard many a time over the TV, one you absolutely adored.

"You should feel special. You're awesome, Eddie. I'll stop at nothing until you realise that."

He paused again, that pink colour from earlier returning to reign terror on his cheeks once more.

What a cutie.

You watched as he continued packing the remainder of his stuff in his bag, eyes trained on the glint of his solid-metal rings that would disappear and reappear from behind the rough cotton. Damn, how did they make him look so much more attractive?

Eddie was really attractive, you had no idea how no one in the school seemed to notice. The way his bouncy, brown curls framed his face—perfectly complimenting that pretty pair of eyes he was so lucky to have; the way he would exaggerate his hand gestures like a true drama queen—playfully joking about with a charm that seemed signature to him; the way he always seemed to—

"Uh, ready to go?"

You blinked. "Huh? Oh yeah."

How long had he been standing there with his bag slung over his shoulder?

"So, sweetheart, I was thinking... for DnD later, do you wanna join in or, uh, just sit and watch?"

"Oh, well, I'm not too—"

A pang; shot straight through your arm like a bullet—and all of a sudden, your whole body jerked to the side, eyes landing on a pair of brown ones; different to the ones you were just staring into.

The very pair of brown eyes that had been the first ones to greet you in this world.

"Ack! Steve!"

He was frowning, brows furrowed and eyes filled with so much dejection, you found yourself wanting to do nothing more than wrap him up in a loving hug and tell him he was worth the whole world.

"N/N," his voice came out soft, afraid, "what was that earlier? Did I... do something? Whatever it was, I'm sorry, please don't avoid me."

Dear lord, was he whimpering?

"No! Steve! No, no, no, no," you frantically shook your head from side-to-side, mentally beating yourself up for making him upset, "I just— I overreacted because of my arm."

One more cute, inquisitive stare from him and you finally broke. Damn his puppy dog eyes, was this how Eddie felt when you used them on him?

With a light sigh, your fingers found their way down the sleeve of your jacket, slowly bunching the material up to reveal the graying gauze underneath—yikes, looked like it was due for a change.

"Gah!"

Another tug—on your wrist this time—had you tumbling forward, almost smacking straight into Steve's chest had you not planted your feet and caught yourself in time.

He was so close—you could feel his breath on the bare skin of your arm, feel the warmth that radiated off his form. The proximity was almost causing you to lose focus in your vision, colours blending in to create blobs of indecipherable objects.

It didn't seem to bother him though, judging by the way his eyes stayed trained onto your bandages—not straying from them for even a second. Ever the caring one.

"What happened?"

"Oh, uh, just a wolf attack. It's nothing really."

"It's not nothing—" he finally looked up, gazing straight into your eyes with that familiar sense of concern given to you at the start of the day, and the day you arrived—you know? the one that never failed to give you a plethora of butterflies in your stomach? "—you're hurt. That could never be nothing."

Your breath was stolen from you for a few moments—unfairly and unlawfully—but soon, with a shake of your head, it (along with your vision) was seized once more. "Steve. I'm okay, really."

"At least let me take you to each class, please."

Well, when he put it like that—

But, in all seriousness, this was the perfect temporary solution to your problem and you were being handed it on a silver platter thanks to Steve. If you two really were as close as everyone claimed you to be, then Steve would definitely have your timetable memorised, meaning you wouldn't have to arise further suspicion by asking for a physical copy.

And have it memorised, he did. The rest of the day, he accompanied you to every class, looming behind you like a bodyguard and flat-out refusing to let you carry your stuff. Even when lunch came around and another pair of pompoms came to grab you, Steve was there to shut her down, not even giving you a chance to consider going to practice. Not that you would—you weren't stupid.

Soon, the end of the day rolled around and Steve was stood at the doorframe of your class, muscled arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wood with one foot crossed over the other.

"Let me drive you home."

You paused, hand frozen mid-air with a book slotted between your fingers. "It's okay, Cain's picking me—"

Just then, a thought occurred to you, and your mind dragged you back to your conversation in the early morning.

("I uh, actually have one today after school, if you wanna..?")

"—up..."

Oh shit, Eddie.

The book in your hand was inside your bag within milliseconds and you were right out the door in even less time than that, Steve's body having been slightly pushed aside in your haste.

"Woah, what's going—?"

You turned back around abruptly, almost causing him to bump into you had he not halted in time. "Do you know where Hellfire is?"

"Hellfire? That cult club?"

Your eye twitched. "It's not a cult—and I need to speak to Eddie."

His brows furrowed and his lips tugged down, expression shifting with an emotion you didn't have the time to decipher. "Eddie as in Eddie Munson? Super Senior Eddie Munson? Eddie 'The Freak' Munson?"

"He's not a freak, don't call him that." You narrowed your eyes before continuing, "and yeah, I mean Eddie Munson. So do you know where he is?"

"Why do you wanna know where Munson is?"

"I need to talk to him, Steve, now can you tell me where Hellfire is or not?"

"Are you sure? I mean, that kid sells some real serious shit and I don't want you—"

"Steve." Your arms folded over one another and you gave him the best stern look you could muster.

Luckily, it seemed to do the trick, and soon, he let out a large breath before briskly walking forward.

You blinked, watching as his back shrank with each step.

"You coming or what?"

Then, your lips stretched into a grin. "Coming! Thanks, Stevie!"

He didn't respond—and you could have been imagining it—but, your ears seemed to have picked up on a hitch in his throat.

Cute.

Steve led the way and you passed by a multitude of bland, white lockers—or well, meant to be white, they were obviously going grey with age though—before you found yourself standing in front of yet another tall, wooden door.

You rose a fist... and lightly knocked on it three times.

A muffled shout greeted you; a sign to open the door, probably.

Palm rested against the cold surface of the knob, you twisted your wrist and gently pushed against the weight of the wood.

A multitude of chairs, each one seating a wide-eyed member of the rejected club, with one specific throne placed at the head of a rather long table—Eddie's seat.

Speaking of the club leader, his arms stretched out the moment you peeked through the gap. "Miss Queen Bee! How nice of you to join us!"

You didn't even pay mind to the many gawks sent your way, practically used to it all by now.

"Hey Eddie!" You beamed and he smiled with just as much enthusiasm—though you swore you heard a growl coming from behind you. "I'm so sorry! I know I said I'd join you guys for this campaign but I completely forgot about my brother coming to pick me up! I'm so so so so sorry! I promise I'll join you next time!"

His shoulders sagged and he practically deflated, smile faltering as his eyes dimmed in lighting. It was only for a few seconds though, not even that long honestly, and soon, he was sending a gentle smile full of so much understanding your way—you almost flew over to give him another huge hug of utmost gratitude.

"It's okay, I get it. See you tomorrow?" His brows rose up and his eyes swirled with a sense of hopefulness you could never bring yourself to shut down.

"Of course," you spoke softer, eyes losing any hint of a sharp edge as you addressed him, "see you tomorrow!"

His smile was back, bright and blinding as ever—but before you could enjoy it any longer, your arm was tugged on and another pang shot through.

"Ack! Steve, seriously?!" You looked his way just in time to catch his furrowed brows and heavy frown, but his expression quickly shifted from one of fury to one of panic.

Wait... fury?

"Shit. Sorry, I completely forgot." He quickly took his hand off your arm in lieu of placing it on your shoulder, any hints of that previous expression now completely gone.

Did you just... imagine it?

"We should go, your brother's probably waiting for you."

"Yeah, uh—" you placed your hand over his own, brows furrowed and expression not all there, "—let's go."

Well that was confusing.

It wasn't long after your puzzling interaction that you found the grey, beat-down truck belonging to your eldest brother—parked up near the front of the school building with few vehicles nearby.

He was sat behind the wheel, elbow rested against the open window and used cig between his two fingers—still leaking the toxic gas youth in the 80s seemed to be so obsessed with.

"I'm guessing you wanna take her to school again, huh Harrington?"

Not wasting a second, your best friend nodded.

"Well, you never failed me before so I guess it's fine. If she's okay with it, of course."

Steve, once again, gave you those big, pleading eyes and—c'mon—how the hell do you refuse that?

"'Course it's fine with me, Stevie."

His lips quirked up and his eyes brightened much like Eddie's had earlier—though, unlike Eddie, Steve opted to go farther when expressing his delight.

How far? Well, his arms had wrapped themselves around your waist and you found yourself being pulled into a warm, sturdy chest—so, that far, you guessed.

You weren't quite... used to receiving affection so frequently—especially by a male friend. Though, judging by how naturally it seemed to come to Steve, he was normally quite touchy with you.

Now, you didn't particularly mind it, it was just... foreign to you—but, with time, you would definitely grow used to it. Besides, it was Steve 'The Hair' Harrington, who wouldn't want a daily hug from him?

"Alright, you two, break it up." Cain narrowed his eyes. "Don't think I don't see those wandering hands, Harrington. Don't you have a girlfriend?"

A particularly loud noise—that sounded like someone clearing their throat—came from beside you. It was followed by a sudden breeze against your waist and the following words—"they, uh, they weren't wandering."

"Sure." Then, with a flick of a finger, Cain's cigarette was sent flying through the air. "C'mon sis, time to go home."

"They weren't wandering, N/N—"

"I know they weren't, Stevie." You chuckled. "He was just teasing you."

You didn't let him respond—opting, instead, to ghost your fingers over his arm and wiggle them in one last goodbye before making your way around the truck, kicking a pebble or two while you were at it.

Your hand slotted between the handle and the knob, and with a pull—accompanied by a step up—you were off, leaving the dazed form of Harrington in the dust.

Houses, one after the other—zooming by in a blur of colours; of people and cars that still seemed so surreal to you. Being in the 80s was so... weird. There was one thing you hated for sure though—the lack of mobile phones.

Like, seriously?! What did a girl have to do in order to get some entertainment around here?! The TV shows weren't good and the VFX in films was enough to make you empty your stomach contents in a gross assortment of sickly green vomit. Maybe you were being spoiled but damn, living without the Internet to entertain you sucked.

"We've got new neighbours," Cain's voice pierced through your thoughts, "just moved in a bit ago."

New neighbours? Could it be...?

"When'd they move in?"

"A day or two ago." He shrugged.

"How did I not notice?" That question was more for yourself than him.

"We didn't particularly let you." But he answered anyway.

"Right. Did you see who they were?"

"They have a son, 'bout your age. Why? Do you wanna hook up with him or something?"

You slowly turned his way, expression scrunching up. "No, ew, you're gross."

"What? You're a teenager, it's only natural."

"True—but also, dude!"

His shoulders bounced up and down as he chuckled at your misery. Big brothers sure sucked sometimes.

"Alright, we're home. Get out, shithead."

You playfully rolled your eyes but obliged, jumping out of the elevated truck with a big swing of your arms before landing on the ground—a light 'thud' following after. Thank god you were on the sidewalk and not sinking into mud right now.

Well, now was as good a time as ever to test your little theory of who, exactly, had moved in to the previously-empty house next to yours.

Your eyes flickered to the side, scanning the house and frowning at the empty driveway that greeted you.

No blue camaro.

Maybe he was out on a drive? Cooling off some steam by recklessly going over the speed limit?

"What are you doing standing around? Get."

Guess it'd have to wait until tomorrow.

You twisted open the door to your house and were immediately greeted with the sound of grunts and plastic harshly smacking against plastic coming straight from the opening closest to you.

"What d'you wanna eat?" Cain's voice calls from behind you.

"You can cook?"

He sent you a weird look and you found yourself wanting to rip off a piece of duck tape, coat it in the most sticky glue you could find, and slap it bang in the middle of your lips.

"I've always cooked for the three of us."

"Right. Yes. You have always done that. Silly me." With a tiny giggle, you looked off to the side to eye the suddenly-very-interesting wall.

"Oookay, what do you want then?"

What did you want? You weren't particularly in the mood for anything—your mind was way too occupied for choices right now. How could you worry about food when your brain constantly replayed the events of the demodog attack and scenes that happened in Stranger Things as a whole?

"Alright—" you blinked, tossing your gaze forward again to see Cain heading to the kitchen, raising one rough arm to wave dismissively in your direction, "—I'll just make lasagne."

Then, you jumped as you heard a yell from the other room. "Fine by me!"

Maybe you could ask Curt if he had anymore info on the family next door. You were fairly certain it was who you thought it was but better safe than sorry, huh?

"Currtt."

You appeared from behind a pillar, slowly walking over to your second eldest brother with the most artificial smile you'd ever worn on your face.

"What?" His fist continued colliding with the bag.

"Do you know anything about our new neighbours?"

"Why the hell would I give a damn?"

Immediately, your smile fell. "Useless."

"What was that, you little shit?"

So much for getting info from him.

Well, you had time to spare so you might as well spend it gathering your thoughts some more.

First things first, you had no idea how to get back to your world—and to be entirely honest—you weren't sure if that was your top priority as much as surviving was. This was Stranger Things, a world that contained a hidden dimension filled to the brim with bloodthirsty, plant monsters that could, quite literally, rip you limb from limb.

There was also one glaring question that really stood out to you; one that prodded the back of your mind earlier today; that had you leaping into Eddie's arms in the first place. Could—

"Alright, shitbirds, dinner's ready!"

"Fucking finally."

Well, guess you had to wait for some other time to contemplate that question.

All three of you gathered at the table to eat and, as your fork prodded against the pasta sheets on your plate, you found yourself eyeing the two extra seats—empty and unoccupied. Were they for guests? Or perhaps... your parents?

Did you even have parents in this world? Curt and Cain never spoke about it—you never really saw anyone in the house other than them so... were you parent-less? It made sense seeing as Cain was the one who cooked for you three—a fact you weren't privy to before because of... wait, why didn't he cook before? You had been in this world for a few days now and you hadn't been cooked a single meal since arriving.

"Hey, Cain?" You turned to the eldest, keen on finding an answer to your question.

"Hm?"

"How come you never cooked before?"

"I have cooked before, what are you talking about?" He rose a brow.

Shit. Careful with phrasing.

"I meant like, when I was on house-arrest."

"Well, I don't know if you noticed but I was busy fixing a car commissioned to me by the Wheelers."

Ah, that made much more sense.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You haven't been acting yourself lately."

Well shit.

Before you could stutter out a response, he had already beat you to talking.

"Is it... 'cause of the attack?"

"Oh!" You saw the opportunity given to you and seized it. "Uh, yeah! I'm just... still shaken up by that wolf attack."

His lips tugged down and concern creased his brow, sending your heart into that constricting feeling for the nth time. You were starting to grow sick of it.

"You know what? I think I'm done."

"You barely touched your—"

"It was great, thanks, goodnight!"

"It's not even—"

You tuned out the rest of what he was trying to say, rushing up the stairs with loud 'thud's echoing after each step; hand barely resting on the rail as you zoomed by.

Did you have a valid reason for running away this time? Not really—at least, nothing as justified as when you ran from Steve before. Your only reason right now was... well, you didn't even know what it was.

All you knew was that your bed looked mighty comfy right now.

And comfy it was, you passed out as soon as you hit the mattress in fact, entering the land of slumber with nothing but the vast expanse of darkness to greet you when you arrived.

It seemed like only seconds passed before you felt your shoulders start to shake gently, long fingers wrapped around the exposed curves; long fingers you were now quite familiar with.

You eyes fluttered open and you were met with the soft, brown eyes of your best friend hovering over you.

"Steve? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to pick you up, Nance is waiting in the car."

His words brought your attention to behind him, seeing the shine of the sun's rays making its way through the clear glass of your window to light up your room and coat it in a warm, yellow glow. Unfortunately, you couldn't bask in the beauty of the scene for long.

"Oh shit! It's morning?!"

"Yeah—did you... sleep in your cheerleading outfit?"

"Yes, yes I did, Steve. Now get out so I can get ready!" You sprang up, placing both of your hands on his shoulders this time before you spun him around and pressed your palms against his back, lightly ushering him out of the room.

"You already look ready to me." He snickered.

"Oh shut up."

With that, you slammed the door shut in his face and quickly got to fixing your bedhead.

Luckily, you didn't have to change, but you definitely had to reapply your makeup which took quite a few minutes. That plus the time it took for you to refresh yourself in the toilet and you were looking at just narrowly avoiding being late to school.

Your feet carried you down the steps swiftly as your eyes locked in on the door, passing by a very flabbergasted Cain on your way there.

"Wait, you forgot to—!"

His words were cut off once you slammed the door shut, rushing down the front yard to stumble into the back seat of Steve's BMW, where both he and Nancy sat awaiting your arrival.

Your chest heaved up and down. "What are you waiting for?! Go!"

"We aren't late." Nancy replied, raising a brow at you.

"We... aren't?" You paused to catch your breath.

"No, we aren't."

You slowly turned your gaze to the left, meeting the ridiculous facial expression of your best friend; cheeks sucked in and eyes looking off to the side.

"Steve."

Then, a huge bout of laughter tumbled out of his mouth and you found your eyes scanning the interior of his car before landing on a half-full water bottle. Perfect.

Within seconds, you snatched it up and sent it hurdling towards the back of his head.

"Ow!"

"Not funny, asshole!"

"Liiittle funny."

"Just drive, Steve," sighed Nancy, fingers kneading through her temples.

"Thank you, Nancy," you huffed, "at least someone here isn't a dick."

Cue another snicker coming from the driver's seat.

You rolled your eyes as the car started up, bouncing you up and down against the smooth, leather seats. It was kinda bizarre how this was a car from back in the 80s but was still the most expensive car you had ever found yourself sitting in.

Okay, maybe the 80s didn't suck that much.

You still missed your phone though.

Now, you would've happily continued reminiscing all of your memories with your beloved device, but—just then—your ears picked up on a sound; one you were awfully familiar with, the roar of an engine you couldn't bring yourself to ignore even if you wanted to.

Your hand moved on its own, wrapping itself around the handle of the door before pushing it open as you placed one foot out, your other following straight after. Now leaning on top of the door of Steve's car, you gazed straight forward.

Metallic blue; shiny and glinting in the sun's rays. At the bottom, a yellow number plate stared you right in the eyes: PCE 235.

The left door clicked open and out came black boots paired with light blue jeans. Adorning them was a guy rocking a denim-on-denim look—blonde mullet rested comfortably on his head and striking, electric blue eyes scanning the parking lot with little emotion swirling inside.

Then, he made eye-contact with you, holding it for one, two, three seconds before breaking away, flicking his cigarette, and sauntering off in a way that exuded pure confidence.

There was no doubt about it, that guy was Billy Hargrove. And if he was Billy Hargrove, then that meant—

—the events of Season 2 had officially started.

@bdudette, @tanyaherondale, @killerqueenfan, @l3xiluve, @thedoubleexposurephotography, @xxqueenofdemonsxx, @briarsheart

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pastxlscorp · 7 months ago

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Palia Character Impressions (pt.2)

I wasn't expecting my last Palia post to attract the fandom! I actually have played hours of it since then but because of college haven't had the time to get to writing another post! Thankfully I just finished my finals, so I'm back to being chronically online. Hope you all enjoy :)

Einar

A lot of people asked me about my thoughts on Einar, which was super surprising! I honestly didn't have many thoughts on him when I first started playing Palia. His dialogue was not very engaging to me. After HOURS (and I mean hours) of playing AND the most recent Ancient ruins that got added to the main storyline, I see why he is so well loved! He is such a fucking cutie! I find how much he enjoys the beauty of the world he is around so sweet, especially trying to understand the culture of the humans and engage with them in it. The recent story quest was sooooooo good at characterizing him.

*Spoilers*

In the most recent ruins added to the game, we meet another Galdur called the Gardener. His setup is so dystopian, I fucking adored it. Essentially, The Gardener is an AI of sorts that is able to control all Galdurs because he created them. That is his Oneness. He was abandoned by his human and was rarely acknowledged as a sentient being, thus he cannot understand the purpose of life if not to fulfill ones Oneness. When first meeting them, Gardener reveals that Einar is malfunctioning. I initially thought it was something serious, but the Gardener considers Einar a malfunction because he has more than one Oneness. He thinks Einar must be suffering from a lack of fulfillment and purpose and thus tries to reset his system. He continues to refer to Einar as "The Carpenter" (also calls him the "vertically gifted" one which I thought was fucking hilarious), which heavily implies Einar's oneness was something related to construction and he likely was a builder robot. I find that really wholesome compared to the Einar we know now, someone who finds fulfillment in fishing, something so far from his original Oneness. The Gardener also confirms that Einar likely has so many Onenesses because of his relationships with the humans he's met along the way, which put Einar in a whole new light for me. I didn't find my interactions with Einar anything special but now knowing that he does think fondly of the humans he is friends with really shows that his dry demeanor does have a lot of sweetness and thoughts behind it. Especially taking useless items to him, like carrots (that I always gift him) and using them as decor. I wouldn't romance Einar personally, but I can see why anyone would. Total cutie, and easily one of my favorite NPCS now.

Hekla

HEKLA MY BELOVED!! I love she. She became one of my favorites early on when I first started playing Palia. She is just so cute! She is so loving and kind and her adoration for Jina is so sweet. *Somewhat spoilers* I thought her lore was really depressing and it's somewhat angsty when you realize she latched on to Jina because she failed her prior child. It's even more angsty when you do her friendship quests and find out she is aware her attachment to Jina initially started because of her instinct to find a new Oneness. She's such a mom with her awkwardness sometimes and lack of awareness of social cues. I thought her friendship with Einar was always cute since she confirms she plays mental chess with him, but the recent quest shows that they really do respect each other in a high regard. They have somewhat of a familial relationship, almost like brother and sister. I think having Hekla be so spherical is a really nice contrast to her character. She is big like a shield, providing protection but also comfort and companionship-- like the whole idea around loving someone who can give "bear hugs."

Tamala

I love her design. I actually did not know Tamala was a NPC until I began engaging with Hassian and found out they were ex-lovers. She gave me witch vibes and I was right, not disappointed since they nailed that perfectly with her design (or at least an alchemist of sorts). She's a flirt and my first impression was honestly "Wow, I know why so many people love her. She's a milf." That changed when I found out she is hundreds of years old, using magic to rejuvenate herself. Makes sense since she does give off Mother Gothel vibes! Not only did she ignore all of Hassian's letters but she also laughs about it in the player's face. I feel even more bad for Hassian after learning this since Sifuu is implied to be somewhat of a neglectful mother and his other mom died. Poor dude already has mommy issues and gets groomed by a witch (I think it was also implied they had been intimate, considering Hassian wanted to marry her). I wonder if Hassian was always so closed in and it was encouraged by his heartbreak with Tamala, or if he became reclusive because of her. Very interesting background characterization, but this bitch is a predator since Hassian is most likely in his early or late 20s. Aside from her very obvious character flaws, I do love the choice of having a morally incorrect character. Most of the other villagers warm up to you, and even Eshe I would mark in the morally grey category. I also love the detail that most of the village is aware of her relationship with Hassian and doesn't fuck with her for what she did, or they just don't fuck with her period. Imagine being practically immortal and spending each century or so being hated by everyone.

Najuma

MY DAUGHTER! I love Najuma she's basically my kid. The parental figure you become to her has me weak in the heart every time she comes to you for help. I felt so bad when she comes to your housing plot after getting into a fight with her dad in one of her friendship quests. She even apologizes, not being sure you would kick her out or be bothered by her presence. She heavily confides in the player and even Hodari acknowledges this. When you try and talk to him about banning Najuma from the mines, he's firm on his answer and appreciates you looking out for her but that won't change his mind. I really wanna make a separate post on what NPCS would have a crush on the player despite not being romanced and Hodari is absolutely up there. ANYWAYS back to Najuma. I love how socially awkward she is too, really does a good job characterizing that she's just a teenager. I didn't even notice this until a friend who plays Palia pointed it out, but the fact she lost her leg in the explosion makes sense as to why there is such a big maturity gap between her and Auni. Auni has a good chunk of angst (which I will soon discuss) but he is certainly more on the carefree and energetic side compared to Najuma. Her intelligence is off the charts and makes sense considering she was hands-on working with both her father and mother. Her relationship with Auni is adorable, and I love how he looks up to Najuma. She's got the whole "Ahh you're so annoying but you can stay" dynamic with him and she clearly tries to act like she's annoyed by his energetic behavior with the player despite clearly hanging out with Auni enough to know a lot about him. Auni even has one of his friendship quests about Gardenia's, who he learned about from Najuma and wanted you to verify if it was true or not since she likes messing with him. Her bond with Zeki too was fairly surprising, and I like how Najuma is essentially an apprentice for him. He does not patronize her because she is a kid, however he does acknowledge that she has grown up too fast because of her experiences and is softer on her compared to the other villagers.

Auni

Last one for this post! Auni was always adorable to me, but his quests got him to be one of my favorite NPCS! I actually thought he was around the same age as Najuma because he has some pretty heavy inner turmoil for his age. He has a whole quest about wanting to run away because he feels so distant from his older brother, Nai'O. I absolutely adore their brotherly bond and Nai'O after this quest continuously mentions that's worried about Auni or mentions he appreciates you looking out for him. Nai'O (my impression of him has changed, I mind redo my initial impressions later on after I've written by impressions on everyone) is a super hard-worker and can't say no to people and frequently overworks himself (ex. that one bakery festival with his mom and the concert with Kenyatta). He has already confirmed his path as a farmer. His family is dirt-broke poor and frequently is behind on their taxes, which makes sense why Auni feels distant from him. Not to mention Nai'O is also dating Kenyatta, where some of his free time does seem to go. In addition to a less-than satisfactory relationship with his brother, Auni also is already having an identity crisis. He has an obsession with magic and is instantly enamored by the player upon meeting them because he thinks humans are all magical. His dream is to join the Order when he's older, but that would mean straying from his Path as a farmer. We already know what happens to villagers that stray from their path-- Look at Reth! He was not good at his path and went with something else and despite being good at it, he still receives a lot of judgment and shame. Then you have the angst with going along with your path, like with Jel. He is the only son in his family and all of his sisters are successful, creating a rivalry and tension between them all. Not to mention, his mom is still working as a high-end tailor present day. He has not been accepted by his mother and has been feeling the pressure since he was young, even going as far to steal one of his sister's designs. Despite having an obvious passion for tailoring, it makes sense why he's so melancholic. Imagine having this angst at Auni's age, especially seeing that his family is struggling and this Path is leading them into the ground. Not only does he have to acknowledge that this Path is not successful for his family currently, but that abandoning this path means it will die out (especially with the implications that Nai'O does not really wanna do this for the rest of his life). Aside from all that turmoil, his child-like innocence and his love for insects is so adorable. He admires Najuma (platonically or romantically as a little school-boy crush, who knows) and I love how he learns a lot from her. His relationship with Hassian too is also super adorable, since they seem to play cards every day. I was super confused when Auni tells you that Hassian is mad at you and then Hassian denies it-- for a good bit I couldn't tell if Auni had misread the situation or Hassian had gotten vulnerable and wasn't expecting Auni to tattle. In either interpretation, he clearly trusts Auni and I think that makes his whole situation with Tamala even more tragic. He was young and naive, and likely a lot more social-able before she broke his heart. I would say Auni is my son but my player would get jumped by Delilah and Badruu, so he's my surrogate son for the time being.

#palia #palia game #palia einar #palia hekla #palia tamala #palia najuma #palia auni #einar #tamala #najuma #auni #hekla #palia mmo #palia open beta

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lamemaster · 1 year ago

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Let's Not Get Married (Fingon x Reader)

Pairing: Fingon x Ace Reader

Genre: Fluff

AN: Ace reader is close to my heart and this is an interpretation of my own experiences.

"DO WhAT??"

Anaire looked at you with a puzzled expression, her lips curving into a barely concealed smile. In the background, Turgon couldn't help but chuckle, a rare display of emotion from the most emotionally constipated Finwean.

Unfazed by your wide-eyed reaction, Anaire repeated herself. "After the feast, the bride and groom continue their binding in the privacy of their room. It's the union of souls and bodies."

"So, sex equals marriage," you blurted out, and you could almost feel your very proper mother-in-law cringing at your words. Anaire nodded curtly.

A cold sense of dread settled in your bones as the implications sank in. Sex. Bodies. Sweat. Gasps. Moans. Unnatural warmth. Skin. Hands. Fingers tracing along exposed backs. Nails scratching against a lover's back. Ruffled sheets. Passion. Pleasure. Disgust.

"Don't humans enjoy it?" Argon's voice interrupted your thoughts as he took a seat beside you. "It's an act that pleases men more than the Eldar. I've heard it happens more frequently for you."

You didn't take his words to heart. Instead, you silently thanked the heavens that Fingon wasn't here to witness this conversation. Your beloved would have relished in the opportunity to tease you endlessly about it.

"Um," you cleared your dry throat, realizing it had been ages since you'd discussed this topic with anyone. Three pairs of identical eyes stared back at you. Both Turgon and Argon shared Anaire's features, while your beloved resembled his father. "Well, most humans do enjoy it... it can be quite wonderful," you stammered, trying to push out the memories of awkward encounters. "But there are some who don't. Some don't care for it, while others are repulsed by it."

It had been expected of you. The world asked for a price to be loved. A friendly smile, a flirty banter, or a romantic date were debts that you were expected to repay. Love needed to be proved with bodies just the offering of heart and soul was never enough.

The atmosphere in the lively courtyard grew heavy with silence, a silence that had become all too familiar to you over the years. In response, you did what came naturally to you: you let out an awkward burst of laughter and forced a smile onto your face, trying to project an air of ease.

"I guess I'm one of those malfunctioning ones," you quipped, hoping to lighten the mood. However, your attempt at humor fell flat, and the somber mood persisted.

"I mean, I've never really tried... I could give it a shot. I'm sure it would be fine with Fingon," you continued, now finding yourself rambling about sex with your beloved in front of his family. "I won't hate it. Maybe I've been wrong all along, and-"

"You don't have to marry anyone, nesa," Argon suddenly enveloped you in a warm embrace. "You don't have to do anything for the sake of my hanno or anyone else." Argon, an elf who was decades older than you, insisted on calling you "nesa."

For the first time in the morning, the smile that finds itself on your face is followed by joy. You hug your brother-in-law back. Even the freezing depths of Helcaraxe had failed to taint his spirit.

You playfully nudged Argon with your elbow, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Now, Argon, I'm quite certain none of us would be adequately prepared to endure your hanno's incessant whining if he ever discovered our little impromptu alliance."

Both of you burst into laughter at the thought of Fingon's reaction. The image of him throwing a tantrum over the exclusive rights to hugs and cuddles was both amusing and endearing.

"I can already picture it," you said, trying to stifle your laughter. "He'd be all dramatic, claiming his territory, and insisting that no one else is allowed to cuddle with his human."

Argon wiped away a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye. "Well, then, it's settled. Our secret alliance shall remain a closely guarded secret. For the sake of peace in the family."

#the silmarillion #tolkien elves #silmarillion x reader #Argon #fingon x reader #anaire #fluff #ace reader #Argon is a cutie patotie

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loderlied · 4 months ago

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Zeke my beloved, Gort my beloathed - 7 and 13

answering this enemy ask game!

7. How similar are they, really?

they are similar in 1 (well. 1.5) aspect alone, and that is their intelligence! though even that manifests in extremely different ways for both of them.

gortash’s whole process is (metaphorically and literally sometimes) dissection, invasion, learning all there is to know about every tiny part, and then using that knowledge for conquest. has a perfect photographic memory. (at least) a hundred thousand calculations and plans and machinations going on here at all times.

meanwhile zeke’s is very much based on instinct and senses and feeling alone. it’s truly like chucking every single animal in one horrific meatsuit and then you get that truly primal but insane hypersensitivity and instinct that zeke has/is. as a result, while both gortash and zeke are intelligent in ways that regular people generally aren’t capable of, zeke’s intelligence is not nearly as recognised as gortash’s is.

for the 0.5: they are also similar in the way that zeke is a guy who is not really a guy but the wild and gortash is not really a guy but the machine but. that’s it lmao

13. How does this impact their relationships with their respective allies/friends/lovers?

gortash doesn’t let it impact anything! he keeps it perfectly hidden from people who shouldn’t know about it, (really he’s fixing the world by eradicating malfunction, but the weak minded fools that make up the masses cannot handle seeing what it requires to vanquish such a foe!), and he simply doesn’t care for the rest. for example—enaza only knows what gortash is doing to zeke because gortash knew beforehand that it wouldn’t impact his ability to use enaza as a tool in any way. if that wasn’t the case he’d just have made sure that enaza never learned about it.

zeke is. obviously very traumatised. not like he was ever very capable in social situations, but what gortash is doing to him certainly doesn’t help. zeke already is like previously stated hypersensitive, and to any sort of even mild overstimulation (being too loud, sudden movement, touching him too long, etc etc) triggered by others he responds with attempts to kill usually lol. then because of gortash he’s insanely paranoid and suspicious of just about anything on top of that, you can probably imagine that that combination isn’t very. good. for interpersonal relationships.

@cedarw00div you also asked for this one!

#sorry these are shit. i might redo them a while later ugh #gortash & zeke

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whatever-you-can-give-me · 1 year ago

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Ship ask: 98 vashmeryl and millywood 👀

millywood my beloved <3 they’re one of those ships where i actually didn’t think of writing anything for them at first because i was so satisfied with what canon did with them. it’s just. such a 10/10 tragedy. slow subtle build that feels right in line with their characters, and then the breaking point, the way wolfwood’s character arc peaks with his faith in the path that’s been laid out for him crumbling, but by that time he’s sure of what he wants instead it’s too late in a way that could have been avoided. shoutout to @llamahearted who is most of the reason i’ve written the millywood that i have. i need to write more of them but i have. too many thoughts and Way too many projects at all times.

as for 98 vashmeryl. i want to like it. i really do. but 98 meryl just got. such a heavy dose of the Misogyny Miasma that lingers over parts of 98, especially in the last few episodes where they were completely flying blind, and even in the early episodes there’s a meanness to her that’s a little hard to chew. there’s a moment at the beginning of episode seven, after he’s just stopped the plant malfunctioning and saved that whole town in the previous episode and there’s a party going on and meryl says something about how vash is nothing but the trouble and the world would be better off without him — this is from memory so i might be wrong on the exact wording, but i do remember her holding a lot of seemingly genuine malice towards vash for a while in a way that caught me off guard. I love a good enemies to lovers, but 98 vashmeryl just doesn’t get the build that millywood or vash and wolfwood’s relationship gets, it’s much more relational to the plot than their character arcs, imo.

also the fact that the peak of the relationship tease is vash either literally hallucinating or just vividly imagining his dead mom’s face over meryl’s while she’s doing vash’s little lay down your weapons there is no need for violence routine is just a little too squicky in context to come back from. i’m sorry vashmeryls 😭

#the meryl / rem parallels get referenced in stampede and it feels organic there (tho it did make me cackle bc refrance)#so i don’t think that it’s unsalvageable as a parallel #98 just executes on it with all the subtlety of a baseball bat to the knees #i love 98 but 98!meryl is the weakest of all her iterations there simply because the writers struggled with her imo #ship opinions

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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 years ago

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Enemies to Friends to Lovers (2) Masterlist

part one

and we're out here in plain sight (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Phil's an optimistic author whose science fiction novel is well on its way to becoming a film. Dan's an actor whose cynism toward love is nothing short of infuriating. It takes a while, but they find something to agree on.

Baby, I'm a Star (ao3) - cactusgal

Summary: Phil is a lighting designer. Bored with the community concert gigs he has worked for a couple years, he applies at a touring company. He is assigned to a popular band, the dreamx, to cover a world tour. Getting paid to work on nearly every continent: how rad is that? Phil's excited until the first day of rehearsal when he learns something vital: the lead singer is a complete twat. Will Phil quit his job? Will Daniel, the lead singer, realize how much of a dick he's being? Will they eventually forget their differences and become friends? Who knows. Only time will tell.

Balancing With A Diving Heart (ao3) - TortiTabby

Summary: Phil runs away from the Circus in search for a more exciting and fulfilling life than the one that is reserved for him in his family's cabinet making business.

The Circus is alive and buzzing the second he arrives, with smiling, welcoming faces- save for the one that belongs to the tall boy across the way glaring daggers at him.

beloved (ao3) - peaxhmei

Summary: be·lov·ed

1. dearly loved

2. a much loved person

the one where Dan Howell hates Phil Lester, and Phil Lester hates Dan Howell

Demons and Diners (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: A broke Dan, on the run from his previous life, finds temporary shelter in an abandoned diner...for the night?

Demons in My Head (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: An unconscious demon mysteriously shows up on Dan's property, and Dan heals it, promising he'll send it back to where it came from as soon as he finds out why it's there. Finding the will to banish a charming demon is harder than he thought.

Drink Up Your Movements (Still I Can't Get Enough) (ao3) - obsessive-fics (xoPrincessKayxo)

Summary: All Dan, an extremely skilled ballet dancer, wants to do is make it through the next dance competition. So extra rehearsals with Izzy, a ballerina he’s known forever, are just another step towards the win. What he doesn’t expect, is the constant, extremely distracting presence of Izzy’s older brother, Phil

Flore Luna (ao3) - strawberrysunflower

Summary: It’s been eighteen months since Dan returned to the Wizarding world, and he’s making real strides. He’s living in his own tiny studio flat. He has a job in a failing bookshop. He’s relearning spells that kids as young as eleven have already mastered.

And he’s developed an unhealthy grudge on the irritating, black-haired florist across the alley.

Hate Me Closer (ao3) - MySecretsX

Summary: Two boys, Dan and Phil, are both from reasonably different backgrounds. Dan's an English scholar from a lower-class family, whereas Phil's parents paid his way into the school with no trouble. But, they'd probably find they weren't so different if they gave each other a chance.

Auburn Independent School for Boys has eight houses, totalling 128 students per year. It's not an easy life for Dan or Phil, but sometimes there's fortune even in the worst of events. It just takes some wits to see it, and maybe a love interest or two.

i wanna fall so in love (with you and no one else) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: after so many failed attempts at romance, phil’s ready to just quit and become a spinster. enter dan howell, a sarcastic and crude editor that may or may not be flirting with an oblivious dumbass...

it's too easy to hate you (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: dan doesn't like phil. in fact, he hates phil. he does not like phil at all. never. (so why does dan's heart malfunction when phil is around?)

...okay, he might like phil a little.

an enemies-to-lovers teacher au with a twist.

kamikaze (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: For most pirates, the Isle of Riches would sound very appealing. Not for Dan, who got too close to it and witnessed its secrets. Months later, he gets himself taken prisoner aboard Phil’s ship. He’s obnoxious, flirty, and generally a pain in the ass to all on board. But when he gets injured and is forced to let his guard down, Phil finds that Dan isn’t all that he makes himself out to be.

le tour de ton coeur (ao3) - Iittlesparkle

Summary: The bus was about to kick off when Phil saw a lanky man running alongside of it. His curly hair was sweaty, sticking up to his forehead, and his face red. Phil thought it was weird for someone about to do le tour de France. He could hear the guy mumbling from the open window next to him, but he was probably French as Phil couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Putain de bus ! Arrête toi bordel !’’

or the Tour de France AU you didn't know you needed

(Letting You) Sink In (ao3) - obsessive-fics (xoPrincessKayxo)

Summary: When Dan finds himself hostage on a rival pirate ship, it seems like the perfect opportunity to move up the ranks and become captain. What he doesn't expect, however, is the bond he forms with the crew's current captain, Phil.

Lonely in Conflict, Cast as a Convict (ao3) - andthenshesaid-write (ladyknight1512)

Summary: Dan is a vampire who can’t remember how it feels not to be lonely. Phil is a vampire hunter living in his brother’s shadow.

When they meet, they find acceptance in each other that they don’t find anywhere else, but there are secrets and other forces at play trying to keep them apart.

love is in the air (ao3) - dakogutin

Summary: "Amortentia has a distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen and its steam rises in characteristic spirals. It’s supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us.”

Phil learns about the most powerful love potion in the world in the most embarrassing way possible.

My Heart's On Fire (how about yours?) (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: The entire team that works on “Romeo and James”, a retold version of Shakespeare’s masterpiece “Romeo and Juliet” is full of lovely, funny and kind people that Dan actually enjoys spending time with. But evil takes human form in Philip Michael Lester, the only person on planet earth that Dan would very gladly gift a one-way ticket to Mars, so that he shall never return. (Phil, and Donald Trump perhaps.)

Or: The one where usually, people don’t fall in love with the person that caused their life to fall apart, unless they’re in a cheesy rom-com. Then again, usually people aren’t Dan Howell.

Operation Cupid (ao3) - nebulous_frog

Summary: Dan and Phil are rival camp counsellors- Dan leads an aesthetic cabin and Phil’s cabin is just a mess of arts and crafts supplies and glitter. Maybe their campers can finally make them see how good they are together through a cunning plan they like to call “Operation Cupid”.

Our Flaws Are Aligned (ao3) - phantasizeit

Summary: Dan and Phil are YouTubers, but they hate each other. Phil is reminded of this when he’s forced to interact with him at the Spain Creator’s Summit. Their situation isn’t helped by their complicated past when their firecracker relationship crashed and burned. When Stop, Speak, Support contacts Phil to be a headlining speaker in their tour across schools in the UK, he is more than excited, until he finds out he’ll working next to his YouTube enemy. Phil doesn’t expect their time planning the tour together to rekindle old feelings he thought he’d long since buried.

Renewable Energy (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Dan and Phil hated working with each other since a bad business venture, now they are forced to do so again in America. They will need to team up and work together to beat the competition, but can they stop bickering long enough to do so?

santa pally (santa baby) (ao3) - huphilpuffs

Summary: Phil grabs the first name off the top and hands the pot over. His hands are shaking when he unfolds it and– well fuck.

There, in Mr. Fowler’s familiar print, is written: Dan Howell.

scratch bark bite (oh, love me, i lied) (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: Music & Drama teacher Dan Howell has a well-known rivalry with his coworker, English teacher Phil Lester.

An unforeseen event flips everything Dan thought he knew about Phil and himself on its head. Slowly but surely, the grudge withers, and the two of them cross the line between enemy and friend. But what will happen when their true intents and feelings get revealed? And was what they had ever really a rivalry? Was it even mutual?

The Meeting Place (It's a Pastel/Punk Thing) (ao3) - AnotherPhanficWriter

Summary: Pretty boy Dan is a little pastel wearing homosexual (out and proud) and can't wait to go to university in the next few months, while his punk bad ass neighbor and classmate, Phil, wants nothing more than to cause havoc, ruin plans, party and smoke. Dan and Phil go on a school trip and on the way back are in the St Pancras train station next to The Meeting Place statue, this is where the two boys are placed under a spell. The two wake up the next day to find that they've switched bodies.

The Night of Christmas Eve (ao3) - Full_Moon_Lover

Summary: “I know we hate each other but it’s Christmas Eve and your flight was cancelled, please come outside.”

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfic #phanfiction #phan #masterlists #enemiestofriendstolovers masterlist #enemiestofriendstolovers

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lwjsbedtime · 2 years ago

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Stargate Atlantis but Wangxian decide to be star-crossed lovers

Ok, stay with me on this one, but...WWX as Zelenka (or rather, in Zelenka's position), and Lan Wangji is just a big, hot, hulking wraith. He never stood a chance.

They meet when WWX receives his first offworld mission. WWX is hitting a faltering ZPM with the shooty end of a zat. Why does he have a zat? Because it looks cool. How did he smuggle it onto Atlantis? It was on the set next door He'll never tell.

LWJ sees him and...he stills. Wei Ying. It's Wei Ying. The man who was once the Ancient who won his heart. The ascended being who promised him forever, who was later ripped apart whilst saving him from the Ori.

He always said he was like a tick who would never let go of his love...whatever a tick is. LWJ assumes it is a cute animal, as before they 'reconciled their differences'(when WY stopped trying to murder him for crimes he did not commit, people he did not eat), Wei Ying would always compare him to one. They can be ticks together then, leeching off one another's life force for eternity. How romantic.

LWJ knew Wei Ying would be back. He knew it in his gut, as he knows exactly what to do now. He strides over to his beloved.

WWX would run, but the giant man-eating alien is so graceful. It's like being hypnotised. Like, jak jsi wow. He means wow. Nice butt. Very swooshy hips, too. All in all, 10/10 murder alien. Would watch again.

Whilst he's busy perving assessing the situation, the alien picks him up. LWJ carries him to his pod, enters said pod, and blasts away into the distance.

After a tense few minutes, WWX works up the sense to ask just what the hell is going on.

Wwx: So are you going to eat me?

Lwj: Dat pussy, maybe.

Wwx: Huh?

Lwj: Apologies, my translator is malfunctioning. I said that I wish to care for you, Wei Ying.

Wwx: You guys have translators?

Lwj: ...

When LWJ returns to CR - the only vegetarian wraith civilisation in the known universe - Lan Qiren merely sighs.

Lqr: Xichen, do my eyes deceive me? Is that Wangji with his...pet, again?

Lxc: Husband, Uncle.

Lan Qiren shudders. He strokes his beard.

Lqr: You cannot mate food, Xichen. It's unseemly.

Lxc: We're vegetarians. And, all things considered, humans have a comparatively similar biol-

LQR raises a hand to shush him.

Lqr(darkly): It is a lifestyle choice that even I am willing to break away from once...

Lan Qiren relents the moment Wei Ying sees him in the distance and calls him an old goat. He speedwalks to his chambers before anyone can see him crying. He really missed that terrible boy!

Eventually, LWJ explains why he kidnapped Wei Ying and that, whilst 'warprize' has a nice ring to it, he really just wanted to regain his husband. Which, thanks to Wei Ying's genius in every life, is a simple process. A fortnight later, he has all his previous life's memories back with zero negative consequences. And he can't wait to make more! For example, he really was looking forward to servicing his wraith overlord as his warprize...

In his excitement, he sort of forgets about the humans...

HQ sends this guy named Zelenka through the gate to fill his position. It all works out for them in the end.

#wangxian fic #wangxian #stargate atlantis crossover

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spirituallesbianblog · 10 months ago

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LGBT Lesbian Couples - Love Etiquette

'Love is the divine soul of our universe'

A consciousness of pure purpose and light garnished with loving intent for their masterful creations we know as humans who dwell on a planet of desire and dreams. A garden of infinite beauty where love dwells in the hearts of man and womankind as conditional, unlike the creational plan of infinite and limitless. Through the ages, we have accumulated a ton of programming that feeds into our mind's conditional thinking in all areas of our lives including how we love and navigate our emotional experiences. The human psyche is like a storage room of past trauma, happenings, and loves we thought were 'the one' but turned out to be a karmic experience of stormy magnitude. A mash-up of drama, euphoria, great sex, and conflict. Whether you are heterosexual or same-sex orientation, the song remains the same. Karmic interludes test your ability to transcend unhealthy attitudes in relationships and the part you play in them. Forest fires burn in your grand love affair as tactics like control, manipulation, and abuse crash and burn the initial spark that attracted you to a new lesbian or bisexual lover. What happens next is an emotive pullback from one or both partners confused by the level of dysfunction and having no clue how to repair the incompatible split. This dynamic is not unusual in heterosexual and same-sex relationships in a world of themes taught by parents and all-knowing relatives. These influencers planted the seeds of malfunction through the example of their partnerships based on what they inherited from their role models and generations that came before. Armed with little knowledge of what makes a union healthy, we fall in love and then dive into a same-sex relationship without prior knowledge of what our beloved has learned from their family's positive or negative interactions. Love etiquette defines how we treat each other and ourselves in a romantic union where two people hear the frequency call that magnetizes their hearts to a place of remembrance. This may come in the way of soul mates who show us how to feel through the power of emotion and in this arena of feelings, we find our true essence unless we have chosen to understand pain and the art of healing through karmic unions. Here to teach us self-love and release outdated thinking. Every habit or pattern added is always up for review and when we do the work, our soul feels the energetic freedom.

'My soul has given me experience and a kindness that shines from within'

I feel good knowing I have a compassionate lesbian heart and a spirit inspired to give. I have walked through the fire of darkness and come back to tell the tale. Surviving a journey through the underworld adds character, strength, and growth. There is a resilient belief in your power and certainty you will prevail. All the things that have happened to my life are part of a bigger story, orchestrated before I was born, as I wrote a script for the life I would lead, in human form on Planet Earth. In this storyline were the friends, lovers, and family I was destined to meet and grow from their unique interactions. Through the mysterious medium of reincarnation I have come to appreciate the grandeur of this cosmic creation and how we get to meet people we may have been in love with from former lives. You know when you meet that special; one as your heart feels the unforgettable tale of romance. The emotion is undeniable and the more connected you are the stronger the magnetic pull. This is the glory of a creator who imagined such things and manifested them effortlessly into reality. The divine has a romantic spirit that inspires the most radiant of love as unconditional and always available for those who shake off the rigid vision of love often played out on this planet. Our global home is holding space for this higher love amidst the measure of well-earned patterns that crush the spirit of love with false chronicles that require a partner to be controlled, abused, or co-dependent. The level of persuasive intent manufactured from eons of loving another the way our mother loved our father or religion dictated it should be has twisted the narrative away from the original incentive of unconditional love. The source of true power and ability to reach into the soul of another with no restriction. We are masked with a deficit of fear and an inability to express what our heart secretly knows and desires. Our love is tempered and when two people feel the majestic light of love they often stay guarded as a way to protect the brokenness created over time. This disallows the young lesbian to abandon her armor of protection and offer a small gift of love as she fears the backlash of heartbreak the way her father felt when his wife cheated and walked away from the family unit. These memories are potent and unalive the freedom to love with wild abandon and intimacy. The intense emotive closeness we all long for but hold at bay as the subconscious alarms ring loudly reminding us of how love can be painful and hurt. We are creatures of habit and continue to endorse the negative patterns of love etiquette brought forth by the conditioned thoughts we protect as if our lives depend on it. When in fact it is these defeatist views of how we navigate love that prevent us from loving unconditionally in the most divine and free-spirited way.

'This often requires healing the wounds inflicted by those who were walking a path of self-sabotage in the name of unrequited love'

As humans, we hold on tight to the programs instilled by those closest to us never questioning whether they make sense or not. This is the hard wiring of humanity that needs to awaken so the purest form of creational love can flood the earth healing the ancestral wounding we deliver to each generation through our genetics marred by a fake impression of how we love. The challenge is to explore our inner sanctum where healthy love etiquette has been poisoned by the trauma of childhood neglect, abuse, or past love destruction. The hurts of yesterday cut deep and if not attended will bleed into your current relationship choices. You see the allure is karmic and in place for mutual healing as each person reflects the wounding in the other. When these two lovers collide the vibration of shared hurts can create a bond of trauma that feels like love. There is something so familiar in the attraction they are drawn together without understanding why. There may be a sense of true love but the shared and unresolved abuse both people have endured will rise to the surface begging to be nurtured and healed. If not the play of programs could be greater than the willingness to restore internal health. For some, it may be painful to find themselves face to face with a narcissist spawned by the internalizing of earlier trauma causing the shutdown of their heart and capacity to feel empathy. This is a closed door that can only opened by bringing forth the original sin with a trained therapist as narcissism can be a lifelong condition. The heartbreak that can ensue from falling under the spell of a seasoned narcissist who may seek control of their partner can be devastating for the one who did not see the signs. The truth is it's difficult to see what lies beneath a mask your new love may be wearing to reel you in. The fallout from this unconscious union is a lesson in discernment as we walk through the fire of red flags and stand too close to the flames. Relationships are challenging and a test often of what we think we know. With little knowledge of the patterns we might encounter in ourselves and others, we walk blindfolded into minefields of tactics that bruise the heart and self-esteem. With so much dissension in the ranks of lesbian and bisexual unions, we see the value of a woman's worth entangled in her ancestral lineage of unhealthy behavior heralded in through eras of female submission and expectations supplemented by societal pressures of how a woman should conduct herself in times where her value was diminished. It is hardly surprising we fall into the traps of self-sacrifice when for centuries our female counterparts played the role of compliance.

'We need to forgive our divine feminine selves for enacting our ancestral DNA when we allow a woman to control our every move or bow to the abuse bestowed upon us'

It's an age-old issue that continues to deter feminine, same-sex relationships from attaining a higher frequency of love. A consciousness of purity and free-spirited exchange blessed with an intimacy only attainable when two souls are authentically aligned with themselves and each other, The light of love and truth shines brightly on this union as each partner has a deeper wisdom of what makes a healthy relationship work and how we have at some time been burdened by patterns handed down or acquired by parental or lover abuse. We live in an internally injured world highlighted by the continuance of dysfunctional themes that create an aura of suffering as people on Earth try to navigate love from a place of hurt and past wound hauntings. The ghosts of our subconscious greet us with triggers when we emotionally connect with another soul who has similar upset stashed away in the recesses of their psyche until a karmic lover arrives to aid in the healing or create a loop of never-ending anguish. Sadly the latter is more often the case and the reason is a lack of knowing why they feel the way they do. Lesbian couples are not immune to the karmic entanglements that leave each partner wondering how love slipped so silently away amid the collision of incompatibility and strife. A classic combo in relationships that lack a solid foundation to build on. You see falling in love is an insatiable desire we all share to unite with one another most eloquently and intimately. A birthright offered unconditionally by a divine spirit whose romanticism we feel when our eyes meet a stranger across a crowded room evoking a feeling of familiarity and closeness. As love blooms like a flower meeting the morning sun on a warm spring day, our hearts are enlivened and enriched with the prosperity and optimism we have met someone of significance. A magical emotion that can only be translated as the purest meaning of our soulful, human lives. Love is amazing but comes with conditions and these may include the wanting of one person to control or verbally curse the other. This is how the ambiance of love is altered when the cracks begin to show and love is officially a testing ground of each partner's ability to transcend the patterns formed from past events often so traumatic they have etched their influence into the human psyche. And why I am an advocate for basic training in psychology so karmic interactions do not escalate to the point of no return or cause the demise of what seemed a promising love story.

'These karmic partnerships have immense value and can heal the wounds of this life and past in the midst of what might seem like a battlefield of amour'

These conflicted lovers may part in anger not knowing their issues ran deeper than the Nile River and paved the way for this unhappy ending. A split that may not have been necessary had there been a greater insight available in terms of psychological know-how. Armed with a toolkit of answers to past trauma questions the light might shine brighter on a same-sex karmic union that fell apart due to patterns that were entrenched into the hearts and subconscious of one or both partners. Instead, there is anger, confusion, and heartbreak. A common karmic reaction to issues that need the gentle hand of healing so each party is aware of what happened earlier in their life and how it is impacting their current relationships. The ABC law of attraction is often weaponized with traits picked up by the broken hearts of parents and peers showing up in a lesbian couple dynamic as remnants of sexual assault or programs played out by guardians who present the darker side of love as emotional and physical abuse. In a world of diverse attitudes and ideals, it is not surprising we breathe in the rhetoric or actions of others as good or bad although they are merely perspectives honoring a universe of distinct contrast. Where there is dark there is also light and as the sun lights up the day the moon governs the darkness of night. This universe has a precise order that qualifies difference as the curiosity of a creator who saw the beauty of a planet inhabited by people of various looks, cultural stances, belief systems, and sexuality. The latter is my calling as a lesbian who embraces her desire to love another woman romantically and sexually. There are many ways I can do this through the medium of a learning karmic relationship, soulmate, or a rare twin flame that encompasses one soul meeting a mirror of their own soul here on earth. An experience not for the faint-hearted as you encounter yourself in human form. This cosmic union is made in the stars of unconditional love with the challenge to match each other's unique and divinely orchestrated frequency on a higher level of spiritual consciousness. Lesbian couples blessed with this exacting blueprint will light up the world with their holy presence if they can make it through the enchanted forest of karmic chaos gathered from earlier interactions.

'These chosen ones from the halls of creation are the creme de la creme of relationships designed in the spirit of higher love as a shining example of how stellar divine love is'

Sidling up to the lesbian or bisexual twins are the goddesses of a high-level soulmate connection who have come to a place of spiritual and human maturity by attaining their stripes as up-market heavenly messengers from past lives ready to take the stage as a divine couple in their current incarnation. A deeper understanding of the path they have already walked and their psychological self allows this same-sex couple the beauty of a partnership that transcends the karmic platform of learning as they transmute their life hurts with healing, The high-level soulmate alliance has a purity that can only come from doing the inner work required by each partner to ascend to a vibration divine enough to be heard by another through the energetic waves of time. LGBT lesbian couples who attain this level of New Earth love are the hallmarks of healthy and happy relationships. A beacon of light needed on a -planet of painful same-sex relationships marred by the shadow of prejudice and bias. My lesbian and bisexual sisters are weighed down by societal and religious viewpoints that can impede a loving coalition here to inspire empathy for what is deemed different or unique. I am a lesbian empress of light who has reached into her inner spirit and transgressed the programs motivated by people's limiting beliefs and ethics instilled by ancestors throughout Earth's history. Some of us have arrived to smash the paradigms of predisposed ideas about same-sex relationships and how romantic karmic unions are the mainstay as opposed to divine partnerships. Relationship Nirvana is achievable by LGBT lesbian couples and the way forward in understanding we can live the life of our dreams with a partner that ticks all the boxes of a compatible soulmate free of the karmic zone as she has met her shadows and waved the wand of healing across all aspects of her early trauma. This divine feminine is a sparkling role model of hope for a globe entrenched in relationships that are embedded with classic programs of control, co-dependence, and physical and emotional abuse brought about by hurt people who passed their pain to another setting up a human pattern of dysfunction. It's time to turn the wheel and purify the brokenness of this conditioned planet. That is by seeking help from trained therapists or learning how others healed their programs of impaired thinking due to repressed emotions caused by damage inflicted by another's inability to heal their own hurts. It's cyclical and ever-increasing, but we can shift this heaviness by understanding why we feel the way we do and how we can stop bleeding out from our constant wounding. This is how we climb the ladder to relationships that glisten with love, peace, and contentment. Let us LGBT lesbians and bisexuals change the way we perceive love. It is an inside job and requires an introspective look at our negative habits and patterns so we can heal and move on to stronger and more intimate alliances with soulmates who have also delved into their shadows. It is then we rise above the vision of karmic turbulence. The mainstay on planet Earth and in our same-sex relationships. The wheel is turning and opening the gates to healing and a desire for higher-level romances that offer counterparts the beauty of a mature and loving union steeped in the divinity of unconditional love and light.

Author ~ LInda E Cole {The Divine Feminine}

'Lesbian and bisexual twin flame and high-level soulmate relationships all have a unique love etiquette of their own ~ The quest is to walk through the fields of karmic and ascend to a higher love. ~ An internal land of love and New Earth'

#lesbian couples #lesbian relationships #lgbt #twin flames #karmic relationships

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