#my anxiety won haha

[rosicheeks]

That was GLORIOUS! I LOVE your voice! Thank you, Princess. It was better than I dreamt of!

🥰🥰🥰

[writhe]

i am having such a wonderful & lucky day & also i am limping everywhere

[midnight-mal]

Does anyone else default to extreme politeness when they don’t know how to act around someone? I always feel like it makes me seem even more awkward than I typically am.

[gguk-n]

In Another Life (Max Verstappen x Reader)

Summary- Max just lost the love of his life, the woman he wanted to marry and the woman who was carrying his child. What happens when he transports to a place where she might exist? Does he finally get his happily ever after?

Warning- Angst, Major character death

{Max's POV}

My world came crashing down after that fateful call I received. I was in Qatar for the race weekend; my fiance Y/N didn't join me because she had been feeling unwell. I had just gotten off of the podium when a member of the RedBull team brought my phone. It was an unknown caller; I answered the call to "Is this Mr. Max Verstappen?" the voice asked. "yes" I replied, my heart started to beat a little louder and faster then it did after races. "I'm calling from the Princess Grace Hospital. You are Miss Y/N Y/L/N's emergency contact." they continued. "yes" I replied, a bad feeling making it's way to the pit of my stomach. "Is she ok? What happened? Why is she at the hospital and why are you calling me?" I rambled almost racing to the driver's room to change and leave. "We're sorry to inform you but Miss Y/L/N is no more" they said remorsefully. "What?" I stammered. "We tried our best but the collision was catastrophic. I'm sorry for your loss." they said. I stood still, in the middle of the paddock. My legs felt numb, "You're lying. She can't be dead" I screamed catching everyone's attention. People started to whisper, "Do something, you have to save her. You're doctors for fucks sake. Bring my girlfriend back. NOW" I bellowed. "I'm coming, I'm out of the country right now, but I want my girlfriend well and healthy by the time I'm there" I said finally gaining the feeling in my legs and ended the call.

Carlos, Charles, Lando and Checo were now standing next to me. "Everything OK?" Charles asked. I laughed, "It was the hospital, they were spewing nonsense that Y/N is dead. I spoke to her before the race. She was on the way back from the hospital. They say she's dead, haha. What a load of bull?" I said. All of their faces had dropped, Charles had moved forward to pat my back and Carlos wrapped me in a hug. "It's okay" Carlos muttered. "NO, NO. She can't be gone. We were gonna get married and have kids and not make them race car drivers since the sport gave her anxiety. Carlos this can't be true" I cried; my resolve breaking while Carlos hugged me tighter holding me up and patting my back. The flight back to Monaco was a blur, I don't remember how I got to the hospital, I don't remember filling out any forms, I don't remember her dad hugging me as they showed Y/N's lifeless body to me. What I remember is her face and it had a few scratches, her hands bruised, she looked peacefully asleep. I reached forward holding her hand in mine, "How could you leave me? You know how much I hate this world. You're the only thing that made it worth living for." I cried. The doctors entered the room and handed me the stuff she was carrying, "Here are her belongings. I'm very sorry for your loss, sir." he said handing me her stuff and a hospital file. I opened up the file to find an ultrasound scan and a report saying that she was pregnant. I fell down on the floor, "We were going to have a kid" I whispered which her father heard; I heard a wail leave his lips.

We buried her in a cemetery in her home town surrounded by flowers and greenery. I spent too much time there; I missed a few races too. But I was back before the final races; I didn't win a single race after her death. But when I stood on top of the podium as the World Driver's Champion of 2023, I didn't celebrate. How could I when the person who celebrated my every win was no where to be seen. I flew back to meet her after the race. As I was sat at her grave; "I won the championship for the third time. It didn't feel it though. You should've been there. I know I know, you must be angry since I missed 3 races and lost the last two. But you told me that the points were enough for me to win; so I won for us and our little one. How are you two? Both of you must be in heaven if there is a heaven. I wish I could say that I hope we meet but I don't think I'll make it heaven ever. I hope our child is happy. I love you lifde. You took a part of me when you left" I whispered, placing the bouquet of roses; a tradition I started after winning my first championship.

After the funeral, I was given Y/N's phone and messages were open; there was an unsent message. "Baby, I know you're racing rn, hope you win like always. btw, I went to the doctor and guess what? I'm pregnant. We're gonna have a mini Max soon. I know you'll be the best dad ever. I love you" it read. My tears didn't stop. I was robbed of a future I always dreamt of with her. That asshole drove while drunk, why did he deserve to live, why did he deserve to wake up every morning but the love of my life didn't? Why did he get to go back home when I couldn't even bring my girlfriend and kid back home? I hope he rots, I hope when I meet him he doesn't get to walk away from me for stealing the best thing that ever was mine.

The off season was torture, I spent my time laying in bed while my friends and family came over to make sure I ate and showered. They tried to get me to clean the house but I had left it untouched since the day she left. I wasn't ready to let her go just yet. Her parents would come in occasionally to check up on me. Her dad was currently sat at our table while I ate the food her mom made, "Max, you need to move on. Y/N must be suffering, watching you like this." he said. "I hope she is, she doesn't get to leave and expect me to be normal" I spoke. "Max, we love you. You are my son; I can't watch you like this. Y/N would want you to move on and live with the happy memories you two made." he said. "I know, I just need time" I mumbled while tears streamed down my face. He gave me a hug and then left. I wasn't ready, I don't think I'll ever be ready.

I didn't attend the pre season training until Horner dragged me. We spent some time but I couldn't focus. I was supposed to fly out to Bahrain in a week for the first race of the season. I don't remember when I fell asleep but I woke up to a much cleaner apartment. It pissed me off, so I called Lando who answered in a few seconds. "Who the fuck cleaned my apartment? I told you I would do it at my pace" I screamed. "Mate, no one entered your house. I don't know what you're talking about" he replied. "Don't fuck with me. Where's all of Y/N's stuff. It's missing" I said. "Who's Y/N?" he asked. "Don't fuck with me Lando. You know who Y/N is" I cried. "Max, I really don't. Was it the girl you took home the other day?" he questioned. I was annoyed and cut the call.

After some searching and the whole house being devoid of any sign of Y/N I decided to call her but my phone didn't have her contact. I flew to where her grave was which was missing. Everything was strange, I don't know why but I googled myself. That's when I saw it, my ex's name wasn't Y/N and she didn't die in a car crash. With time I realised that I was in an alternate universe where we had never met. A world where I didn't know Y/N existed was the worst kind but it gave me hope that maybe Y/N was alive in this universe. Maybe, I was here to meet her, to have the chance that was robbed from me. I spent my time racing, making sure I won every race so that incase she watched Formula One she knew about me. I would explore each city in hopes of running into her.

It was during Silverstone weekend when I went to the cafe the day after the race. It was very early so there weren't many people around. I walked into the cafe when I heard it, the voice that brought a smile to my face, there she stood. My Y/N, at the counter ordering her coffee, Iced Spanish Latte she said, her favourite. I smiled at her before walking towards the counter. I ordered and went to stand next to her while I waited for the order. She turned towards and smiled nervously, "You're Max Verstappen, right?" she asked. I nodded. "Oh my God, I'm a huge fan. Sorry to bother you but can I get a picture with you?" she asked. I agreed and we ended up taking a picture and talking after grabbing our drinks. She looked the same, her hair flowed down her back, her face had those moles I loved to kiss, her bright smile and infectious laughter. She was an avid Formula One fan from what I got. I offered her tickets to the next race which she denied politely. She got up to bid me farewell, "Will you go out with me?" I blurted, I hoped that she would say yes. "I'm sorry Max, but I have a boyfriend" she mumbled apologetically. I nodded, "It's ok. I'm sorry about this" I muttered. "No, no, I'm sorry for giving the wrong impression. I'll get going. Thanks for the picture and autograph though" she said while she walked away from my life for the second time.

A couple races later, I saw her again. This time at the paddock, I greeted her as she entered wearing Ferrari paddock passes. I eyed the card on her neck before she said that she was here with her boyfriend. I nodded along and watched her walk towards the Ferrari hospitality. It was media day and we were supposed to go get interviewed when she walked in with Carlos. He introduced her to us as his girlfriend. My heart shattered as I watched her peck his lips. She was kind, loving and understanding like she always was. I couldn't watch Carlos have what was once mine. In this universe, she never was mine. It hurt to watch her laugh at his jokes or kiss him or hug him. It hurt so much to watch her be in love with a man that wasn't me. I couldn't help but look at her longingly, there was a sort of pain in my eyes that only she caught it seems. Because she asked to speak to me as soon as I had come to the paddock on race day. I took her to my driver's room where we sat down.

"What's up Max? You look at me like a puppy that's been kicked. You look at me like I have hurt you beyond repair" she asked. I breathed out, "What if I told you I wasn't from this universe?" I asked. "I would say you're crazy" she said. "But I was, I was from a time line where I was gonna marry the love of my life, the woman that made life worth living. The universe where I wasn't only winning on track but also in real life because of her. We'd been together for 5 years and were planning a life together. I had proposed and she couldn't join me for my Qatar race last year because she was sick, I wish she had. Then then..... It was because she was carrying our child, she had gone to the doctor and found out but she was never able to tell me in person, I found out later. Then I get a call from the hospital saying that some asshole killed her in a drunk driving accident when she was returning home. I fly back to find her lifeless body. I haven't gotten over her yet, I missed races and performed poorly. But what could I do when I lost my life. Then one day I wake up here, a universe where we've never met and I spend all my time looking for her and then I find her at a cafe. We talk, she's a fan" she looked at me expectantly with tears in her eyes,"I'm sorry" she mumbled. "I ask her out but she has a boyfriend. Then we meet at the race and every time I see her my heart breaks watching them because that was me. She looked just like you, sounded just like you, was just like you with the same name." I cried, finally breaking down. She wrapped her arms around me as my body shook while sobs ripped through my chest.

"Max, if alternate universes are real and you are from another and lost the love of your life that looked exactly like me. I'm sorry. But I know, that she...I mean me from that universe wouldn't want you to mope. She would want you to move on. She would look down at you and make sure you were safe during every race, She would hope that you found half the happiness you gave her. She would want you to be yourself and not let this affect you. I can't tell you to move on now, but I can tell you to take your time. She wants you to always be happy. Please, take care of yourself. Be happy. Remember her but move on for her sake if not yours" she said all the while hugging me. I cried for a very long time and she embraced me until I let her go. She wiped away my tears and had me drink water. We walked out while I went to race and she went to Ferrari.

I won the race and headed back home after the weekend. When I went to sleep, I woke up back in my apartment. How did I know it was mine and not the other universe is because there was a paper next to the table that read, "I'm sorry for your loss. I cleaned up the space a bit but there are pictures of the whole house as it was before with all her memories in a couple boxes in the closet. I went to her grave with her dad too. I got her flowers. I hope you can move on. P.S We're leading the championship, hope you didn't throw mine away" I laughed after reading the note. Like it said, all the stuff was in the cupboard and there were pictures. I smiled at the boxes, I guess Y/N was the one who intervened because she knew I needed this. I walked out to the balcony and looked up at the sky before saying, "I'll live better. I'll make you proud, just you watch and then I'll come to you whenever you want me too"

[shitsndgiggs]

heyy kaya! today was the man utd v man city charity shield match and im a big man utd fan. sadly they lost on penalties and i was very upset haha. i thought about hector x fem reader who is a big united fan and is upset. Hector tries to cheer her up and jokes with her. in the end she is sad that her team lost but happy that hector managed to cheer her up. tysm! 🫶🏽🫶🏽

MAN UTD VS MAN CITY - HÉCTOR FORT

Héctor comforts you when United loses

Héctor Fort x fem! reader

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The anticipation in the stadium was electric. The Community Shield match between Manchester United and Manchester City had drawn in thousands of fans, and I was no exception.

Decked out in my Manchester United jersey, I felt the excitement and nerves bubbling up inside me as the teams took their positions on the pitch.

Next to me, Hector sat casually, not wearing any specific team’s colors but grinning as he watched my enthusiasm.

“You look like you’re about to play in the match yourself,” Hector teased, nudging me with his elbow.

I shot him a mock glare, trying to focus on the game. “This is serious, Hector. It’s United against City. We have to win this.”

He chuckled, throwing an arm around my shoulders. “Relax, love. They’re going to win.”

I smiled at his words, but as the game progressed, my anxiety returned. It was a tough match, both teams going all out. United had a few close calls, but so did City, and by the time the final whistle blew, it was still a draw. Penalties were looming.

I gripped the edge of my seat, my heart racing as the penalty shootout began. Each shot felt like a make-or-break moment, the tension in the stadium palpable.

When United’s players stepped up and scored, I cheered loudly, my hopes rising. But every time City matched it, my nerves flared up again.

And then it happened. Manuel Akanji stepped up for City and calmly slotted the ball into the net. 7-6. United had lost.

The stadium erupted—City fans celebrating wildly while the United fans fell into a stunned silence. I felt my heart sink, disappointment crashing over me like a wave. I had been so sure we could win, so hopeful. And now, it was over.

Hector noticed my deflated mood immediately. He tightened his arm around me, pulling me closer. “Hey, it’s okay,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the noise around us.

I sighed, trying to shake off the disappointment, but it clung to me stubbornly. “I just really thought we could win this one. It’s always tough losing to City, you know?”

He nodded, understanding in his eyes. “I get it. But it’s just one match. There’s a whole season ahead, and United will bounce back. They always do.”

I knew he was right, but it didn’t make the loss any easier to swallow. “I know. It’s just… frustrating.”

Hector gave me a sympathetic smile, then leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “You know, maybe if they’d let me take a penalty, we would’ve won.”

I couldn’t help but snort at that, a small smile tugging at my lips despite myself. “Oh really? And here I thought you were just a football fan.”

He grinned, clearly pleased that he’d gotten a smile out of me. “Hey, I’ve got some skills, you know. I might not play for United, but I’m sure I could’ve given them a run for their money.”

I rolled my eyes but felt my spirits lift slightly. “Sure, Hector. Next time, I’ll tell them to call you up.”

“Exactly,” he said, nodding seriously. “I’ll be their secret weapon.”

We both laughed, the sound a welcome relief after the tension of the game. Hector’s arm stayed around me, comforting and warm, and I leaned into him, grateful for his presence.

As the stadium began to empty, Hector stood up and held out his hand to me. “Come on, let’s get out of here. We can grab something to eat, and I’ll let you complain about the match all you want.”

I took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet. “You’re really okay with listening to me rant?”

He smiled down at me, his eyes soft. “Of course. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’ll be in a better mood after some food. And if that doesn’t work, we’ll figure something else out. Maybe we can watch a movie or do something fun to take your mind off it.”

I squeezed his hand, feeling a surge of affection for him. “Thanks, Hector. You’re the best, you know that?”

He chuckled, pulling me closer as we made our way out of the stadium. “I try.”

[wonderful-rp-resources]

A Very out-of-context set of Sentence Starters from my Discord server.

Add names to blanks Change pronouns as necessary!

"Murder in marriage is normal and healthy."

"Oh haha, yeah lobotomize them."

"Metaphorically speaking, I cannot tell you if you serve cunt or not."

"The sins better be crawling up my back because if they do at the front they're going to have two massive obstacles"

"You're a really predictable person_ _ _ and it's really funny to me, I want to crush you under my arm <3"

"Clearly you've never had a premium rock roast and I'm so sorry for you."

"I dont know I haven't sniffed you."

"Cock and ball torture for anxiety and ocd hell yeah!"

"Bimbos are the larval form of milfs."

"I will slow down im just carbonated to meet you."

"They are homoerotic and homoirritating."

"The uggs do make my soul frown, I'll give credit to that."

"I dont have good or bad habits I just enter a state somewhere between a robot and a bad stand-up comedian and that's how the stuff happens."

"She went to evil hell college where you summon devils."

"I do nothing but put beasts in a situation that's why they call me the border collie."

"The lore exists. If I'm feeling particularly zesty and tased I'll drop two sentences."

"Hi _ _ _, I'm the devil on your shoulder and even I agree that you probably shouldn't pull up hot ass in a nice restaurant."

"Vagina so powerful it does what walruses do to clams."

"Yes, we established _ _ _ has the walrus mouth vagina."

"Never assume I can't be hornier."

"That is a man held together by crust and spite."

"I can't, I was assassinated so I wouldn't snitch about the squeaky toy noises."

"I WAS AGREEING THAT THEY LOOK LIKE CHICKEN NUGGETS YOU SOGGY SALAMI."

"_ _ _ is more likely to take you on a date killing homeless people."

"I won but it was embarrassing."

"He's just hanging loose like a tit that's escaped its harness."

"_ _ _ trying very hard not to bring up his girlfriend (the Cambrian period.)"

"Lick my boots but we stay silly."

"I keep thinking he's a weird god ascended form of Jerry Seinfeld."

"I dont think that's a good idea _ _ _ would become a stick of incense in 5 seconds flat for sneezing microaggressively."

"She has disabled the flap in my esophagus i choke on a gulp of tea instantly."

"We have from the left: Thembo, Himbo, tiny himbo, bimbo, And bitch."

"Keep your mouth open so I can shove my fist inside."

"I wanna enjoy dinner, not watch someone get snapped in half like a KitKat bar."

"My standards for a good partner are non-existent, if I raised the bar remotely, Not only would he TRIP, but he'd fall backward and break a hip."

"Good luck it's behind six layers of 4chan."

"It is fine. the conversation needed to end anyway. please continue your vegetation exultation."

"I have normal amounts of radiation for a horse."

"What does a planet have to do with a music genre?"

"Fear not, I will not be kissing misogynists any time soon."

"Pain is weakness leaving the body."

"You were born at an incredibly old age."

"You seem like you would be an entry on the villains wiki."

"I don't bite strangers….that's an easy way to catch diseases, dumbass."

"...So his unhappiness is only half my fault."

"It's ok buddy, I've licked dirt too."

[hakkasm]

↑You can read all the pages from the link above!

[Comic] Mafia Sitter

I started writing in mid-January to submit to the Global Comic Award 2024 and finally completed it. Continuing from there is a long feedback.

The working time is two months for the main text and two weeks for the cover. Around January 11th, I received a DM from a friend saying, "There's a contest like this," and thought, "The deadline is the end of March... it's impossible for me (I've never drawn a completed comic before)." But it's a comic contest aimed at the world... My art style is only recognized in this contest... I couldn't ignore this contest. I was in the middle of making another piece, but I interrupted it, and I was full of anxiety about whether I could draw a comic in just two and a half months. However, the thought, "Instead of worrying, I should act quickly," came to my mind, and I started writing from January 13th, changing my mindset.

I spent 1 day on the script, plus 1 day typing the dialogue, and started the "completed 1 page per day" lifestyle from January 16th.

The goal was to complete 45 pages, but at the plotting stage, it was about 56 pages. When I actually started drawing the manuscript, the planned page allocation didn't match, and the total number of pages increased to 65. (I learned the importance of page allocation.) At a pace of 1 page per day, I wondered if I would make it by March... (I'm easily bored, I didn't think I could do 1 page per day.) So, I rearranged my schedule to make 3 pages on weekends, which would give me some leeway. This idea turned out to be a big success.

As a result, I achieved 1 page per day and was able to finish drawing all the pages by early March, leaving the remaining time to work on the cover, which is like the face of the comic.

Since I work as a company employee, I had to finish work by 8:00 p.m. to make time for the manuscript, which was a daily pressure. There were times when I finished the manuscript at 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. on weekdays. I fell ill. At that time, I felt like giving up. (On the day I fell ill, I slept for about two hours and resumed manuscript production after my condition improved a bit.)

It was truly a life of "pushing myself to the limit", but accomplishing it gave me confidence. 'Oh, I can make a 65-page full-color comic in 2 months.' It became an advantage for me. (I don't want to push myself like this anymore, though... haha.)

Thank you for participating in the survey for the title logo! The survey results leaned towards the left logo. While the left logo was packed with concept, its font style and thickness varied, resulting in imbalance when aligned in a row and making it difficult to use in monochrome. If the left logo had overwhelmingly won the votes, I would have chosen it. However, since the right logo also received a considerable number of votes, I decided to adopt the right logo.

Now all that's left is to see the results on Global Comic Award. I'm really aiming to win. Both the script and the art are amateur-level when viewed separately, but I balanced them out to make them good enough.

It's my first comic work... I really want a lot of people to read it! *If enough people like the comic and want to get a copy of the comic book, I can make and sell it:)

[stanfordswifey]

Hi you are my favorite angst writer I really love your work 🥹 I have an idea for a fic and I think you are the perfect person to write it! (it's okay if you don't want to). Basically, a new recruit at the base, and the fem!reader was suspicious of her from the beginning, she had something strange but, the recruit managed to deceive the boys, even König (reader's boyfriend) with your charm and kind smile. When the reader tries to accuse the recruit everyone is against her and so she decides she needs to take some time off, and now with the reader who was a database expert out the spy mouse can copy and transfer sensitive data, putting the entire base in danger. I know it's a very specific request but I like angst like, I SAID IT... haha, I'd be really happy if you did :3 Kisses :*

🌱-anon

"Not everyone is what they seem."

I love this req so much mwamwamwa

Au- konig in 141 <3 enemy kortac oh btw reader's codename here is bookworm bcs reader and- yeah yall get it.

Blue- background character

White- reader

Orange- könig

Pink- faux

It was a great night after a successful mission, you had just won the mission and successfully interrogated an enemy, you and your boyfriend were just hanging out in the bar when a new recruit comes in, smiling.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, i'm the new recruit.. for 141?"

She raised her eyebrow, finding it 'amusing' I didn't know. König smiles at her awkwardly, his social anxiety kicking in.

"What are your codenames? I'm faux"

She held out her hand to könig, wanting a handshake. He shakes her hand, slightly hesitating.

"König."

You also shake her hand, smiling softly to not seem rude.

"Bookworm"

She chuckles slightly at tour codename, finding it funny and amusing.

"Bookworm? That's rich"

She teases, still laughing. König snickers a little, also finding it funny. You cross your arms, slightly irritated at her. You chuckle.

"Faux? Look at me yeah?"

She looks at you in confusion, wiping away her happy tears from laughing so much.

"Yes?"

You push her down, looking at her with a strict and serious face.

"Learn your place."

You spit out, rolling your eyes. You mumble 'fucking rookies' under your breath when suddenly könig holds you by your shoulder, looking into your eyes with concern.

"Shatz, calm down"

You sigh, hugging him. When suddenly faux grins, you notice her and start to get suspicious when she stands up, a scratch on her knee and now limping towards your boyfriend.

"Ow.."

She mutters, könig then helping her get on his back.

"I'll bring her to the medic"

"It's not even that major!-"

"She's hurt."

You roll your eyes in annoyance, noticing könig take faux's side instead of yours. You glare at her as könig carries her outside. You notice her smirking and pointing her tounge out at you before leaving the room. You sigh in annoyance, your hands on your face as you calm yourself down.

--

as könig puts her down on the bed, a nurse comes around and tends to her scratch

"Don't you think you're *slightly* overreacting sir?"

The nurse asks, looking up and still bandaging faux. König shakes his head.

"Bookworm's anger issues.. we really need to start working on that- especially since shes a higher rank, i just dont trust that she'll play nice with the rookies"

The nurse sighs, standing up and walking away after he tended to faux's scratch. Faux then looking at könig with false innocence in her eyes, fluttering her eyelashes at him.

"i just don't know why she would do that.."

"I'm apologizing for bookworm's behalf.. i'm so sorry"

"No, it's alright. I shouldn't have made fun of her codename huh?"

König chuckles, smiling under his mask.

"Yeah, you really shouldn't have"

---

König stands up, smiling at her and fixing his mask before turning around.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go comfort bookworm"

"but.. stay with me? Please?"

Konig shakes his head, clearly hesitant. You're his #1, he'll aways think of you first over anyone. Faux pouts and flutters her eyelashes at him, hopefully making könig fold. König chuckles at this and shakes his head.

"I'll see you tomorrow faux"

He spoke, now turning away and walking towards you.

--

You sat there, sobbing quietly into your hands, feeling guilty from doing what you did earlier, letting your anger issues get the better of you once again. Your thoughts screaming at you.

König sat next to you, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your forehead to comfort you, calm you down in some way- and it did, it did work. You melted in his touch, hugging him back and sniffling.

"I'm sorry"

"It wasn't your fault shatz, i'll help you through this"

He smiles at you and you smile back, wiping away your tears and kissing him, pulling his mask a little.

--

Faux stood outside the bar, watching this all unravelling, she was pissed. She pulls the bandage away in annoyance.

"I'll get my revenge."

She mumbles, hiding a knife under her sock.

"Whether you like it or not."

--

Part 1/??

[jymwahuwu]

I want to start off with saying that I love your writing!! 💝 I love Sunday and Aventurine very much but I can't help but wonder how they would act like if they're darlings didn't leave the house much and are super introverted, do you think that they would still try to babytrap her...? Or in the case that she did try to leave what would happen? I can't help but think of Aventurine or Sunday pinning darling to a door as they hold her wrists together with on hand...💖 (Sorry if this is a bit confusing...)

Thank you^^

I think they will first use some specious excuse to tell you that you can stay in their home…

If the darling is super introverted, doesn't like leaving the house, or even better is socially awkward, this is really good news for them. Of course, if you are extroverted, there is another benefit for Sunday and Aventurine, such as socializing at banquets and maintaining their image. But…really, the peace of mind you bring to them at home like this. You often watch space TV series/browse social media/read books/cook and taste food/play games etc.

If you feel like you're missing something, you can just browse the products in the online store and buy a bunch of stuff, using their cards.

But there are times when you want to go out…and you feel something weird. Sunday/Aventurine's eyes are glued to your back. They will also stroke your chin/head and tell you with satisfaction that you really did a good job. (And Aventurine said this while surrounded by three cat cakes in his house. You feel like you are like one of his cat cakes…).

Finally, you find a small house for rent on a remote planet on the Internet, and the budget meets your expectations. You pack your bags and write an e-mail to thank them for their care. But they rushed home before you left.

Sunday/Aventurine asks you why you left. Sunday will remain expressionless for a moment when he hears your reason, but then smiles and nods. "I know. You may have some pursuits called "self" and "independence", but feel free to live in my house and don't worry." For some reason, you remembered a cage in the mansion, and then you were under pressure agreed……

And Aventurine teases you. He asks you if you won the lottery and learned some gambling tips from him. You shook your head and grabbed your luggage to get out the door. Aventurine blocks your path with one of his arms and kisses you.

Haha, I was tempted to write something intimate here, but it occurred to me that Aventurine might play in front of you the possibilities of all kinds of socially challenging situations you might encounter…beyond awkwardness and anxiety.

"…I think I'll stay here." You immediately crawled back onto the bed and Aventurine climbed in, continuing to kiss you and coo at you tenderly <3

[bronx-bomber87]

Happy Tuesday Evening all :) Already at ep 3 of this season. Gonna blink and be done with this one ha This is a shorter season cause it was the year Covid really kicked in. Lots of goodies in this one though. Some good Tim analysis to be had and the next as well. Also a Lucy standing up for what’s right and not letting Tim sway her. All good things. Let’s get going.

3x03 La-Fiera

We start the ep with one of my fav non romantic pairings. Tim and Harper. Tim saying how he hates training with the public. Nyla not one to pass up giving him a hard time says ‘Sounds like performance anxiety.’ That there are pills for that now haha. I adore their ribbing each other so much. Comes from a place of genuine respect and liking one another. They’ve come so far I love it sfm.

They’re talking about who’s gonna take the crown at the range. It’s firearm re-qualification day. Now that Angela is a detective she no longer qualifies with patrol. Tim is convinced he will be next in line for the crown. Harper says that’s cute because she’s there LOL Also I am not hating him in that shirt...

Stanton makes a wager with Tim and Nyla. 20 bucks if their boot makes it out on top. Tim doesn't blink before agreeing. He knows Lucy’s top notch abilities. Would put his faith and life honestly in her hands any day. He does this on a daily basis anyways. Might as well make some money off it ha. Harper also agrees to the challenge. (Nyla literally set her twenty on fire betting on Nolan though LOL) Naturally Lucy comes out on top. Grey announces her as Mid-Wilshire's new champ.

Tim is so damn proud he’s beaming. He doesn’t even care that he didn’t win. (for the most part) Only that Lucy did. Also he looks so damn sure of himself when he hears the news. Look at him above. Not even a little surprised she took the top spot. Collects his winnings from Stanton and Nyla. Lucy is adorable with her reaction to winning the top spot. Feeling pretty good right now. The icing on the cake is Tim and Nyla tie for second place behind her. I love this so much.

Tamara comes to see Lucy at work asking for signature on the title of the car. Lucy disregards it at first in total mom mode. Asking why she hasn’t confirmed their appointment with the social worker yet? Tamara says she will be there she promises. Lucy gives in and signs the title. Tim comes up behind her all smiles as Tamara leaves. Asking how the puppy is? Lucy proudly says she’s doing really great. Then outright starts up a work flirt. By teasing him about the gun range.

He rolls his eyes even though we all know he loves it. He can act annoyed all he likes. We know he’s so very proud she won. Instead of saying that he tells her 'Get changed'. Her flirtatious ‘Yes sir.’ as she heads back with a smile. It’s like they don’t even care they’re unreservedly flirting at the front desk. For all to see. Not even trying to hide it anymore. Makes my heart happy.

We rejoin them in the shop. Lucy is gloating over her new title. Tim can’t let her know how proud he is so instead he deflects. Their competitiveness is one of my favorite things. It’s truly one of their love languages without them even realizing it is. His replies are him being such a sore loser it’s hilarious. He’s half proud but half irritated. Can't let her just think she's amazing. Has to make sure he's "grounding" her with some salty sass.

Their banter is the bedrock of their relationship and moments like this only prove that. Lucy talking to him like no one else ever has or ever will. Tim only lets her talk to him this way. Calling him out for being salty and giving him crap for losing. Then asking for half the money he won off her haha Seems only fair to me. I love them so much. I always enjoy fun playful scenes like this from them. The way she says ‘Wow’ at the end I’m dying. Of course Tim is going to take this moment to puff up his training of her instead of praising her haha Can’t just say he is proud of her nope has to be a salty sore loser instead. God forbid she know he's proud. What a tragedy that would be Timothy.

Before their banter can go any further Tim spots her old car. Looks like someone trying to steal it. They pull over and question the guy immediately. He says he just bought it. Lucy is incensed and stomps over to him. Saying what do you mean just bought it? He tells her he bought it for 4K. Making Lucy even angrier. Not only was her car sold but under its value. (according to her) Tim is enjoying himself a little too much about this. Look at his face during that interaction. He is legit giddy at how upset she is Tamara sold the car.

They apologize and hand him back the title. He continues to struggle with the door. Lucy tells him how he’s supposed to open it and it pops open. He says 'Thanks.' Tim gives the most sarcastic thumbs up ever. I’m laughing so hard. He is enjoying her puppy rebelling already and so quickly after she signed over the title. It’s written all over his body language the entire scene. Such a turd. A hot one but one none the less. Getting a damn kick out of this whole thing. Idk how he can make being a jerk so hot but he does. Well done Eric. Don't ever stop.

We catch them next outside their shop waiting to meet up with Tamara. First off why is Tim so sinfully delicious when he’s leaning against vehicles? What is that? Then he comes to full height like the tall drink of water he is. Phew. Love to climb that man like a tree…*ahem* but I digress.. Tim continues the sass by starting off the scene by saying ‘Bad puppy.’ Why is this also so sexy? He is enjoying himself far too much and not hiding it. Giddy really.

Lucy sees she has new clothes on and is enraged. Opening the convo with ‘You sold my car to buy new clothes?’ Tim can't help himself and adds in ‘And earrings.’ Tamara says it was her car to sell. Lucy is so upset. Going on to say it was to sleep in not to sell. Tamara makes a solid point about going to school with dirty clothes and greasy hair.

Goes on to say 'So yeah she sold it to buy some nice things.' Telling Lucy she just wanted to feel normal for once. Tim steps in and asks where the rest of the money is? She replies that it’s in her college fund. Lucy is still mad. (Hell I would be too) She asks her why she didn’t just say something this morning? That she clearly had a buyer in mind already.

Tamara bites back she would’ve just said no. I mean she’s not wrong. She starts to walk away and Lucy isn’t done yet. Asking were she is staying? Tamara only replies her cousin and doesn’t answer Lucy’s follow up if it’s safe. Tim could not be more smug if he tried. Look at that man. He is basking in how right he was about the consequences of her taking on a puppy. Lucy is so very stressed and panicking about all this. Polar opposites above. Smug Vs Stress.

What I love about this is he isn’t yelling at her, or telling her she was wrong. Just enjoying the moment doing it for him. Crazy as it sounds that is growth for him. Just tells her it’s time to get back to work when a call comes in. Not much else to be done here. Lucy continues to watch Tamara walk away. Sighs and joins him back in the shop.

Tim and Lucy roll up to a hot mess of a situation. They're both getting a real look at the disaster zone that is Doug Stanton. He has Mis-identified a suspect they’re looking for cause well its Stanton. Poor Jackson could not look more stressed. The whole thing is so uncomfortable to watch go down. Makes my anxiety go through the roof seeing how he terrorizes this family.

To see first hand how blatantly racist he’s being. It’s hard to stomach. I just want to clock him. Tim does his best to contain the situation. Pulling Doug aside to cool him down. Telling him their suspect was already caught. This was a bad call and the absolute wrong guy. Tim calls off backup afterwards telling Jackson to let the poor traumatized kid go. With his apologies and a card. That if they want to complain on Stanton they’re well within their right to. (Should sue his ass as much as possible)

We return to them at a college campus. They are there to protect La-Fiera and her son against a credible threat. Someone is there to kill her and Diego her son on their tour. Stanton makes a terrible comment about taking an early lunch. Letting nature take its course instead. Lucy comments on this later when it’s just her and Tim. She is so angry and incensed at this point. She expects Tim to agree with her or at least have a comment of some sort. He doesn’t....

Tim tries to agree without really agreeing with Lucy in his reply above. She doesn’t let it stand nor should she. Lucy is not one to shy away from speaking her mind with Tim. Especially when it comes to something moral like this. Telling Tim he terrorized that family. (He very much did it was awful.)

Then he comes at it again with a complicit non committal answer below once again. Trying to excuse Stanton's behavior by saying it’s cause he’s rough around the edges. Oh Timothy no….there’s a quote by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. I only know this because it comes from one of my all time fav Castle episodes ‘47 seconds’ ‘To sin by silence when we should protest, makes cowards of men.’

By saying he’s rough around the edges is making Tim complicit in his behavior. Thus sinning by silence. Making excuses for his behavior by saying 'It's just the way he is.' 'Nothing to be changed about him.' 'He is who he is.' Lucy doesn’t waste a second before calling him out on it. Proud of my girl. You know I love Tim but he needed to hear this. He was wrong in how he was approaching this.

No one better to call him on it than her. The way she does it is so good too. Straight up saying he’s a racist and Tim saying we can’t know that…but we do my love. She sticks the landing with finishing off with ‘Let’s just make excuses for him....’ Tim is struck by her words below and has no comeback.

Now this next section below isn’t me agreeing with Tim. It’s me analyzing why he is replying the way he is. He does grow from this story arc which I do love so very much. Not just this one but even more so next ep. So to start we have to remember the generation he was taught by and the father he had growing up. You truly are a product of your environment. Your attitude and and POV on life stem from it. Whether you like that or not. Now it’s you who chooses to break the cycle of it 100%. Also by surrounding yourself with better more positive people. i.e. Lucy Chen for him.

I mentioned last ep Tim is the kind to put his head down and grind. That’s how he survived his childhood with an abusive father. Both emotionally and physically. How he survived his time in the service and his own training as a rookie. To him if he can just hunker down and survive it he can make it past it. I think we all have things (if you don’t you’re a lucky human and were blessed with wonderful parents I envy you truly) our parents did or said that didn’t sit right with us as kids. You weren’t sure why but you knew it wasn’t ok. Things that left their mark. That we end up carrying with us into adulthood unconsciously.

I know my parents had quite the list. Things that as I got older and I would repeat or came out involuntarily, either I realized it or those around me did and would let me know. Even though as an adult I fought against it would slip out even if I didn't mean how it came off. Certain thoughts or actions come out and you realize that’s coming from your childhood. Things still come out of us involuntarily and you catch it. Tim sadly doesn't catch it till Lucy calls him on it. I think Tim was taught by ‘rough around the edges’ types and his father most definitely was that before his time as a cop. Before Lucy Tim was most definitely stuck in his ways.

To Tim it was something you just dealt with and moved on from. You weren’t gonna change them so it was best to just get by. Is that the best attitude to have? No but it’s how he got by. Hence his advice to Jackson in 3x02 because that’s his default gear. From his survival mode from childhood and from his own training experiences. His reply is an outdated one. I don’t even think he knows its coming off the way it is. It’s a reflection of his environment and past experiences on how he was taught to deal with cops like that. Once again not excusing Tim but understanding why he is replying this way.

Now Lucy smacks some sense into him basically saying just because that’s how it was or currently is doesn’t make it right. She’s making Tim face being complicit in excusing Stanton's behavior by saying as such. Won’t let him get away with it. Tim is flat out wrong and no one better to let him know that than Lucy. He's learned from her just because that's the way it is doesn't mean that's the way it should be. i.e. this moment.

The ripple effect of her words reflect in this next scene. Jackson is in Grey’s office telling him about Stanton. He isn't winning Wade over until Tim steps up. Tells Grey that whatever Jackson is telling him he stands with him. Which is huge. I think Lucy made an impact on him. Changes how he was viewing this situation. Now Tim is his own person and doesn’t get swayed easily. But Lucy has massive sway with him. Opened his eyes to this and gave him a different POV on it. Seeing he needed to intervene and not stand on the sidelines anymore. That it was just as egregious to do nothing.

I love the scene when they emerge from Grey’s office. Jackson puts Tim in his place about being complicit about Stanton. Of cops like him in general. That by doing that Tim had given permission to those kinds of cop to continue to operate that way. Once again wishing Titus and Eric had gotten more scenes together. This one is *chef kiss* Tim is very resigned by Jackson’s chewing him out. He knows he was so very wrong in his thinking and agree’s with Jackson on it.

There is no fight in him to defend himself. He knows he wasn't on the right side of this at this point. Tim has been humbled today by all this. He got taken to school by both Lucy and Jackson. He leaves Tim standing there wishing there was more he could do. He got it from both barrels today. Smacking some much needed perspective into his world. Truth hurts but it’s how we learn and grow from it that matters. We see some massive growth next ep for our boy with this.

Tamara comes to see Lucy at the station to apologize. I love love love this scene. Their bond continues to grow in this ending scene. Lucy saying the bit about trust being earned. Tim has rubbed off positively on her as well. She uses that in this situation with Tamara. Asking what she can do to earn that trust?

Tamara shows her the laptop she bought. That her cousin's is safe adjacent but not for her laptop. Lucy is wonderful and says she can keep it here. To check it out every morning so it stays safe. Lucy tells her about the campus she was on today. How Tamara should check it out. She laughs say she can’t go there. Lucy is her sunshine self says there are scholarships. She can help her apply to them.

I know Tim likes to give her a hard time about Tamara and being her puppy, but I think he truly knows the positive impact she will have on her. We’ll get to see that as their relationship grows. I love watching their bond develop. Truly enjoy them so much.

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That’s it’s for this one. S3 may be short but it’s packed with a lot of content and goodies. No side notes for this one all pretty intertwined.

Thank you to everyone who continually supports these reviews it means so much to me. The likes/comments and reblogs make my soul happy haha shall see you all in 3x04 :)

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✧Visionary

GIF by Ma3 (Edited)

Part 2 of ✧Visionary.

Pairing: Lo’ak/Neteyam x Omatikaya Reader

Summary: After the incident in which you almost died, Neytiri and Jake decide to give you a day off. While Sully’s kids thought that was a great choice, you, on the other hand, didn’t like it a bit.

More Info: In this part, we will also see how Mr. and Mrs. Sully treat you. same as Kiri, Tuk, Neteyam, and Lo'ak.

Theme: fluff, jealousy, blood, fear, angst, anxiety.

Word count: 3970

Warning: Expect some English errors, as English is not my first language.

Part 1 of: ✧Visionary

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"I don’t need to rest; I’m okay-"

"I know how you hate the sky people; I do as well. But you almost died, and we can’t let you go to the field yet; you still need to recover." Jake took a deep breath while cutting your words. "Just stay here and look for Tuk and the others."

"But Kiri can do that--" Once more, you tried to say you were refusing the Olo’eyktan words, but

Again Jake cuts you off, and this time he uses his command voice, "Please? Don’t make this hard on us; you’re a great warrior and a helper. But for now, stay here." He then gave you a look, telling you to accept.

You then glanced at Neytiri, but upon seeing her eyes giving you the same look, you could only look at the ground and say, "Yes, sir," with a final defeated sigh.

Not too far from where you are, four Na’vi and a human were watching your conversation with the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik, curious as to what Jake said to you that made you look so defeated.

"… Are they scolding Y/N?" Tuk asks, worriedly looking at her brothers and sister.

Before any of them could answer her, reassuring her that it wasn’t like that. But they didn't, because you arrived with those defeated eyes only to avert them on the ground. as Neteyam was about to ask you.

His father called him, announcing that it was time to patrol for the day.

"On it! Let’s go Y/N." Neteyam tried to bring you to him only to have you swift his hand away, and this made him confused.

He was about to ask you, but seeing your sad smile, he already knew the answer.

"I can’t join the patrol today; I was ordered to stay until my injury healed. Even though I tried to reason that it’s just a scratch, they still didn’t let me join." You chuckled as you said this.

"Hey at least, I’m still in patrol but instead outside it’s here where is watching Lo’ak preventing him another "trouble" You joked, bending your peace sign and saying the word "trouble" loudly. 

"Haha, very funny." Lo’ak toning down how it’s not funny at all, rolling his eyes at you and indicating that he's not playing.

Seeing him act like this refreshed your memory, as he did it the same way when you two were still kids back then.

Chuckling at the memory you then sling your arms around his shoulder to which it startled him and as you smile, you said this words "And It’s been a long time since I hang out with this Skxawng" indicating not only Lo’ak but as well as Kiri, spider.

While spider chuckled watching the event in front of him, Tuk who was lost, Kiri sighing but smiled, Lo’ak after you said that rolled his eyes but flustered starting to form on his face.

As of Neteyam who pursed his lips but quickly smiled.

Neteyam then titled his head, and before he said anything, Jake called on him again.

"I will be there! and, oh, hey. After the patrol, the usual spot?"

It took you a second to understand what he meant; snapping your finger and letting out an "ah" sound indicates that you got it.

"Of course, and just so you know. Even if I have this bandage on my shoulder, I’ll still beat you at archery." You smirk already, knowing that you’ll beat him again since you won the final round.

Neteyam raised his eyebrow, smirking as well. "Will see-"

"Bro, don't turn around; Dad is about to explode." Lo’ak cutting Neteyam’s word pointing at the Na’vi behind him who’s clearly not having enough patient.

As you and the others bid him farewell, wishing him safety, so did Mr. And Ms. Sully, here you are asking them where they usually hang out, and the first to answer you was Tuk, who looks happy.

"We usually hang around in the jungle!"

"And what part of the jungle?" You asks switching to protective mode, but soon calm once Spider answered you but still, the protective mode is still there.

"Easy, Y/N, it's not far from here, and it's clearly safe, as we've been there for like many times," Spider shrugged, assuring you that it's safe.

"If you say so, but first I need to go to Mr. Norman, I have something to report."

They didn't argue about it, and as you four walked to the lab, Tuk on the side was called by Mo'at, who didn't want to go at first because she thought you'd leave her behind, to which you simply replied.

"Tuk, do not worry. I will make sure that you will be there…" Once she finally heard what you told her, you paused, first remembering some tragic memory, only to snap out of it when Tuk began to call you. Clearing your throat, you smiled at her.

"To make you believe my word, I will go fetch you myself, so go and see what Mo’at wants."

"Y/N, I always believe you." You smiled again and gently patted Tuk's hair, motioning to go see what Mo'at wanted.

Back to the present, while you were walking in front of Kiri, just behind you were Lo'ak and Spider, who were simply teasing Lo'ak about something that made Lo'ak slightly irritated.

"Bro, your too obvious you know that?" Spider chuckled as he said, nagging and annoying Lo'ak at the same time.

"Bro, the one whose obviousness is clearly him" was Lo'ak's comeback, mimicking Neteyam’s movement, to which Spider scoffed.

"Yeah right." Spider then moves closer to Lo'ak, wrapping his hands around the corner of his lips, seemingly whispering something to Lo'ak that only the two can hear. " Your face was covered in jealousy when he said the "usual spot."

"That’s just their training ground; I’ve been there."

"Whatever you say, bro," Spider thought about how unbelievable Lo'ak's gibberish is then sprinting in front of you and Kiri.

Before entering the said lab, you went into the tent first to see the avatar of the people who connected their heads to be in that avatar body. After Norm playfully hit Spider with a towel,

You only gestured how you wanted to report something. "Just go to the lab; I’ll follow." With a final nod, you continued walking, apologizing at the same time to the lady who told you all that.

"It’s for avatars only; go around!" At first, you eyed Kiri as she mimicked her, but you soon chuckled as that was a bit funny.

"Yeah, haha. Real hysterical guys. You know what really sucks though is that you can breath earth air for hours. "I can only breathe here for like 10 seconds."

"Yes, monkey boy. That’s really sucks, for you." Kiri teasing Spider who were grumbling a minute ago and just by their playful fight, you can’t help but smile at this.

"So… what do you need to report to Dr. Norm?"

"Oh, just the usual. I need to record the last event. Why?"

"Nothing, just asking."

You only shrugged your shoulder and as Norman greeted you all, it was time to tell him the report and how you will have to stay in for a week to rest and Neteyam would handle the rest of recording.

"Is that all?" Norm ask and once you nodded you began walking out of the lab going where the three was.

"Is everything fine?" You asks, as they suddenly went quiet.

"Y-yes, totally!"

"Everything’s fine here!" Spider and Lo’ak said obviously hiding something, and with a single glance at Kiri who immediately told you that it’s fine and how its time to go back.

They knew that if they brought up the topic they’re discussing a minute ago would bring you a lot of anxiety and fear what more your starting to return to your old self and they don’t want that to go back to being a cold shoulder.

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A week later.

After your bonding with Kiri, Tuk, Lo'ak, and Spider. It was time to go back to the air once again, even though Jake and Neytiri still didn’t want to, but as time passed, people from the sky began to get larger, and the three couldn’t handle it all or the warrior.

As you felt the cold breeze running through your arms and your hair following the wind, it was like you hadn’t ridden your Ikran for a whole year.

Neteyam, who was eyeing you the whole time, didn’t hide his smiling face; oh, how he missed flying with you beside him. and he won’t lie. Because at the usual spot where you and him train to shoot an arrow,

Even if he loses, for him, just seeing you smile is a win. When was the last time you smiled like that again? Now he knows what you meant when you two were little. It’s not the prize, but the quality time that you two have.

This wasn’t unnoticed by the two parents, who were clearly eyeing one another.

You all thought that this would be like a normal patrol, but when Lo’ak called through the radio to report about an unknown avatar that is clearly not of your own kind, Jake immediately asked where they were.

"We are at the old shack."

As soon as Lo’ak said those words, your ears twitched.

"Who’s we?" Jake asks.

"Me, Spider, Kiri… Tuk." There was a long pause, but when Lo’ak said the last Na’vi, you and Neteyam exchanged gazes, and worry was now plastered on both faces.

"Son, you listen to me very carefully. Pull back right now. Do not make a sound. Get the hell out of there. Move. Copy?"

"Yes sir, moving out."

"I know a good way, sir!" You exclaimed, nagging your head, motioning for them to follow you, and when your gaze fell on Neteyam, you only nodded.

He quickly moved aside, allowing you to come through first before following behind. In that time, the only thing on your mind is to arrive in time before this unknown avatar does something that you don’t want to imagine.

‘Hang in there’

As you land your Ikran safely, followed by Jake, Neytiri, and Neteyam. You were about to follow the couple, only for them to stop you and Neteyam.

"You two stay here with the Ikrans." Jake ordered.

"Dad, we’re warriors like you; we're supposed to fight."

"This is what we trained for-" You followed, clearly wanting to help, but Neytiri only called your name, giving you a sidelong glance and shaking her head.

"I won’t say it again."

With Jake's final order, you and him only agreed, but as soon as the couple walked away, Neteyam glanced back at them, and with that look, you clearly knew what was inside his mind.

Even though the Na’vi and people your saving is not blood related to you but being with them for almost your whole life.

"What do you say, just like we practice?" You said nagging Neteyam, and with just a smile from you, he already knew what you meant.

"Let’s do it."

Said otherwise.

While Jake and Neytiri had already killed half of the scouts here, you and Neteyam, gesturing with your hands for him to take the right wing while you took the left, carefully took your route, and you carefully climbed the tree.

Resting your back against the tree branch, you calmed your now beating heart as you glanced at the ground not too far from where the fake avatar was. You were about to shoot the avatar with a machine gun, but your mind quickly flashed back to the bad memory you had.

Fear and anxiety began to creep into your body, but they quickly vanished when you saw the next scene—the one you had only dreamed of not happening—showing up in front of you.

Like in slow motion, Neteyam was about to shoot another arrow after killing an avatar to save his mother when the machine gun pointed at him, and when it started shooting, you wanted to thank Jake as he saved him.

Without delaying anymore, you draw your bow and strike the avatar on the head and as it drop down on the ground you quickly jump away from your spot as some bullets are now redirecting to you.

 "Another one! From behind!" One avatar screamed.

Cursing as you flee, you quickly dive on the side dodging every bullet but even if your in the bridge of dead here, in your mind. They’re all safe, and that's all that matters. True, Jake and Neteyam escaped safely, and thanks to your arrow for killing the avatar.

However, as soon as they heard that one avatar's scream and the continuation of a gunshot, their hearts began to race.

"We’ve got to go back. Y/N is in danger!"

"No, we can’t!"

"What? What do you mean-"

"Neteyam, we can’t just go back! It’s too dangerous!"

Neteyam tried to pass his dad, but Jake simply dragged him away, running away before the enemy spotted them, even though he was trashing away, screaming your name, asking once again to Jake to save you.

At that point, all Jake could do was run as far as he could. Because in his mind, even if his guilt is now eating him up, if he loses another one, he can’t stand that; he doesn’t want to lose anymore, so those are his mates.

The next thing they heard once they were far away was a loud booming sound, and just hearing that made the two of them face a dreadful feeling.

"No, No! Y/N!" Neteyam cried, tears dripping on his checks, fear and hurt visible in his eyes. Jake, on the other hand, only bit his lips and continued to run away.

Back at the previous spot, Miles Quaritch shot the bomb gun, aiming at Neytiri, who smoothly dodged it, and even if he tried again, he still missed, or so he thought when he searched the whole area, finding the boy from before.

Spider who was breathing badly because of lack of oxygen as the mask has broken due to falling off the tree, Quaritch didn’t think and immediately took spider with him.

"What about the other Na'vi?"

Quaritch thought first, and even if they shot her, by now she would be dead from bleeding. "She would be dead anyway. Fall back!"

As the blue team walked away from where they had taken Spider, not far behind them, at where the big tree stood, hid a Na'vi girl, covering her bleeding leg, cursing the pain and them for taking Spider away.

Once they took off, you began to let out a big exhale that you didn’t know you were holding. You tried to stand up, but because of the pain, you immediately fell down.

"Fuck," you thought, watching the blood gushing out, knowing that if you didn't move quickly, you'd die of bleeding.

With your last strength, you quickly rip off a tree leaf, using it as a bandage. You thanked Eywa for creating this leaf because it stopped your bleeding, but it’s not enough.

Even so, this gave you a lot of time to call your Ikran.

Back to Jake: after Quaritch and his team fly away, taking Spider with them, the family can finally breathe, but seeing Kiri and Neteyam's silent, tearful looks,

"Where’s spider?" Lo’ak asks.

"They took him, they took him." While Jake was attempting to console Kiri, she kept crying.

"W-where’s Y/N?" Lo'ak, who finally noticed your absence, asked Neteyam, who averted his gaze.

Neytiri also noticed it, asking, "Where is Y/N? Jake? Neteyam?" 

Jake and Neteyam's silent looks and averted gazes were the only responses they received. "No, no." Neytiri began to flabbergast, expressing her fear and hurt, even if you were not her daughter.

She already treats you as one; Lo'ak, on the other hand, can only stare blankly ahead as if he's been turned off. 

But upon hearing that familiar shriek they quickly look up at first they thought Quaritch has gone back but seeing that familiar Ikran and it’s vabriant (C/I) - color of Ikran.

They knew who this Ikran owner is, and without thinking as the Ikran land in front of them. Lo’ak was about to sprint to you, but Neteyam beat him to it, and when he held you in his arm, he carefully set you down.

Neteyam then quickly hugged you, phrasing the word in his mind and repeating the word "thank you, great mother," as soon as the couple saw you. Neytiri immediately went to your side, seeing your bleeding legs.

Bruised skin and clothes are almost tearing apart. She can’t help but scold you: "What were you two thinking?!"

"I-I’m sorry, ma’am-" you tried to say, but Neytiri only hushed you and quickly scooped you from Neteyam’s arms.

"We should go back and patch you quickly." Jake didn't even finish before Neytiri called for her Ikran and left with you in her arms. Beforehand, she told her family that she would go first.

As the bleeding is starting to get worse. In her mind, the only thing she could think of was, "Not again’ as the event in front of her was like the time when she couldn't save her sister.

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Back at home,

while you're resting inside Mo'at's shack after getting patched up. The sully kids looked worried when they saw your sleeping form.

Mo’at can’t help but sigh while watching her grandchildren's expressions. What's more, Neteyam didn’t want to leave your side and was always holding your hand, waiting for you to wake up.

It's been two days since the incident, and until now, you've been sleeping.

"Children go home and rest." I’ll look out for Y/N, especially you, Neteyam... you’ve been here since the beginning."

"I’m fine, grandma-"

But Mo’at only shook her head, pushing him away and gesturing for him to go already.

"Don’t worry, Y/N is strong," Tuk assured, trying to make Neteyam feel better.

When they return home, Tuk hears her parents' voices that sound like they are fighting, and she immediately crotches down, wanting to see what her parents are fighting for.

Same as Kiri, who gestured to the two Na’vi boys to keep quiet.

"I cannot; you cannot ask this." Neytiri calmly said, getting the bag on the corner wanting to get some more medicine for you.

Jake watching his mate act like this, even though it happen before but this time it’s more than before.

"I cannot leave my people. I will not." Neytiri continued to get up and go to where you are. But Jake stopped her from leaving; his hands are now on her wrist.

"He’s hunting us. He’s targeting our family... He already targeted Y/N; do you want it to happen again?"

"No! And even if he hunts us again, I will kill him the same way I did back then! My Jake. you can not ask this. The children and everything they’ve ever known—the forest. This is our home!"

Even if Jake is feeling fear right now, he needs to stay strong for his family. "He had our children; he had them under his knife; he almost successfully killed Y/N." Jake whispered loudly, pointing this out to Neytiri.

Lo'ak knows what his parents are feeling right now. He just wanted to kill this Quaritch, as they mentioned, and he felt guilty as he didn’t do anything at that point, only escaping from the enemy's grasp.

Neteyam also felt the same; if only he were strong enough, none of this would happen. You wouldn't be unconscious right now.

"But I know one thing: Wherever we go, this family is our fortress," Jake said, calming and reassuring Neytiri. At that point, all she can do is accept it.

A week later, while Jake was talking to Mo’at about their plan and the replacement for him, Neytiri and her children were packing to leave the fortress, even if it was painful for her. She must do so for the sake of her family.

"No, you rest. We can do this." Lo’ak said taking the bag from your hand.

After gaining your consciousness and learning how you will leave the forest, it saddens you. You first tell Jake and Neytiri that you will stay behind, as someone needs to look out for the clan, and as a member of the clan, it is your duty to do so.

As your purpose on the first place is to destroy every sky people and until now, you only did half of one percents.

"Y/N, you need to understand... You're not in the state to fight. Your legs almost gave up on you, but Norm and Max did their best to prevent that. If you fight more,... " Jake paused first, sighing deeply. "Your whole body will give up on you."

It was devastating for you; with all the training and hard work you put in, it all went to nothing. As the bullet they shot you has damaged some tissues and bones, it will take a month or so to recover.

Glancing down at your hand, you annoyingly clicked your tongue while clinching the cane. Norm and Max recommended it as you had begun to limp when you walked, and it will only go back to normal after it has fully healed.

"It’s okay, I can do it." You said that, but Lo'ak just looked at you, telling you not to be stubborn.

"Just sit here; we'll do the rest." Kiri appears, hand on your shoulder, directing you to a seat near the entrance.

You feel like a burden to them as you watch them pack the things they need to bring with your belongings in them; furthermore, you blame yourself for not being strong enough and for thinking of causing this.

"hey, you okay?" Glancing at Kiri, you displayed an assuring smile as you caused enough worry for them.

"Yes, I'm fine; what about you? How are you coping?"

"Still frightened, afraid to what they will do to spider, a-and… I thought we lost you." Kiri said tears were starting to build up, but once you hugged her, you murmured to her how you were still there and alive.

Making up some joke about how you gain another weapon, which is the cane beside you, and once you heard her chuckling voice,

Followed by a speech telling you how it would be effective to poke the enemy's eyes, you returned the laugh, but behind it, the guilt in your heart is still there.

At the end of the week, Tarsem was chosen as the next Olo’eyktan instead of Neteyam, who was supposed to be the next leader, but because of the sudden change, it changed.

Lo'ak and Neteyam were ready to catch you as you attempted to get on your Ikran, falling but quickly regaining your balance.

Neteyam and Lo'ak exchange a brief glance before averting their gaze, and soon began riding on their own.

Kiri, seeing everything, can't help but sigh, chuckling at these two Skxawng.

As you all took off, flying your ikrans through the sky, you couldn't help but look back at your former home, remembering all the good and bad memories you'd made there, and you could only hold your tears back and look in front of you.

If you ever go back, your only wish is that you'll be stronger than before.

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hey, friend ~ ! 💗✨

saw your request box was open and had an idea/request!

pairing: kim seungmin/han jisung

topic: chubby seungmin, obsessive jisung, body worship, canon-compliant, friends to lovers

seungmin gains some weight after having gone on break, and gets made fun of by netizens on bubble (or instagram). seungmin acts like the hate doesn't bother him, but jisung walks in on him crying alone in his room. jisung comforts him, and it results in jisung admitting his feelings for seungmin, and then worshipping his chubby body. in the end, they become boyfriends and seungmin becomes confident in his body, so much so, that he doesn't see the need to lose the excess weight because jisung is so obsessed.

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Seungmin x Jisung

Contain : weight gain, mention of insecurity, body worship

Hi friend ＼(^-^)／

sorry for the long wait, I promise it will be worth it (at least I hope haha) anyway I hope you like it, I had fun writing this fic for those who are not after Changbin my heart belongs to Seungmin so don't hesitate to request another story with chubby seungmin hehe

Speaking of chubby seungmin stay tuned it's just a question of temos before I publish my big fic of detective puppym 👀

enjoy ♡

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

Stray Kids, one of the most popular groups of their generation, was known for their boundless energy, intense performances, and dedication to their fans. The group had won the hearts of millions around the world. Their fans were undoubtedly thrilled to learn that after their tour, they would get a well-deserved vacation.

Seungmin, after months of intense promotions and concerts, felt the need to take a break. He decided to go to Japan with his family to rest and recharge. He really cleared his mind, not thinking about anything, no social media, no stress, just relaxation and leisure. This is how Seungmin indulged in all the culinary delights he hadn’t been able to taste for a long time. He savored every dish, every dessert, every bite with undisguised pleasure. He always thought, "Might as well enjoy it" before having to return to his diet, and a few indulgences wouldn’t be noticeable, right?

However, when he returned to the dorm, he was met with general surprise. Seungmin wore the same loose t-shirt he had left with, but now it was too tight. His cheeks were rounder, his belly slightly prominent, and large love handles protruded from his shirt. The members were both shocked and happy to see him back. Honestly, they didn’t care if he had gained weight or not; they too had let themselves go a bit, which was a sign that the vacation had been restful for them all.

And yet, as they enjoyed their reunion, Jeongin timidly asked, "Hyung, is that the same t-shirt you wore when you left?"

Seungmin smiled awkwardly. “Yes is it” before he changes position so as to show off his stomach less

The other members surrounded him, expressing their joy at seeing him back and rested. But despite their warm welcome, Seungmin couldn’t help but feel a certain anxiety about his appearance.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

Upon his return, Seungmin noticed that Jisung was acting strangely around him. He seemed more nervous, his eyes often lingering on Seungmin's body. He frequently made comments about his appearance before biting his lip and quickly slipping away.

The first awkward moment happened during a dance practice. As Seungmin was stretching, Jisung stared at him before blurting out, almost without thinking, "You're ... rounder than usual, aren’t you?" Then, realizing the impact of his words, he blushed and quickly apologized. "I mean, you look healthy!" before fleeing the room.

Another time, while they were all gathered for dinner, Jisung couldn’t help but watch Seungmin eat. “Isn’t that too heavy to carry?” he said with an awkward smile as he stared openly at his stomach where a pair of moobs had recently grown and were resting heavily on his stomach . Seungmin, embarrassed, simply murmured, “What?” pretending not to understand the question, before Jisung realized the embarrassment he was causing and apologized again, quickly leaving the table.

One evening, as Seungmin was about to go to bed, Jisung passed by him and, unable to resist, brushed his belly with a strange smile. "It suits you, you know." But before Seungmin could respond, Jisung covered his mouth and quickly disappeared.

Disturbed by Jisung's behavior, Seungmin turned to Felix, another member of the group. "Felix, do you think Jisung hates me now? Because of my weight?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Felix shook his head vigorously. "Of course not, Seungmin. Jisung doesn’t hate you. You don’t need to worry."

And yet, Seungmin couldn’t stop thinking about it all night.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

But Seungmin’s worries were far from eased. He began to receive negative comments online, with netizens criticizing his weight.

"Seungmin has gotten fat, he should be careful."

"Where’s the slim, cute Seungmin we loved? TT"

"He doesn’t even fit in his clothes anymore!"

"Seriously, how many weight has he put on?"

"He should go back to the gym."

"He's so unserious"

Each comment was like a dagger to his heart. Seungmin tried to stay strong, pretending it didn’t affect him. However, one morning, while putting on his favorite pants, he realized with horror that they no longer fit. The pant was too tight, not closing properly. He had to opt for sweatpants which, although comfortable, reminded him that they were the only pants that still fit him.

Later, during a dinner with all the members, Chan teased Seungmin with a smile. "Hey, Seungmin, leave some for everyone else. Even Changbin didn’t eat that much," followed by general laughter, including from Changbin, who didn’t seem to take the remark badly.

Chan’s tone was light, but Seungmin immediately felt hurt. Just before, he had read more negative comments, and their manager had pinched his belly, saying he would soon need to lose all that weight. Unable to contain his emotions, Seungmin forced a smile before quietly leaving the table.

After dinner, Jisung, who had noticed Seungmin’s discomfort, found him alone in his room, his eyes red with tears. "Seungmin, what’s wrong?"

Seungmin sobbed between breaths. "Everything. Chan, horrible comments, even our manager thinks I should lose weight. I’m not myself anymore. I didn’t do anything wrong and yet everyone is against me... even you ... what's so wrong about me."

Jisung approached slowly, sitting beside Seungmin on his bed. “Seungmin, nothing’s wrong with you I promised. I’m sorry you’re going through this.” He took a deep breath. “I...the context is definitely not the best but...there’s something I need to tell you.”

Seungmin looked up, his tears slowing, curious about what Jisung would say.

"I love you, Seungmin," Jisung said in a soft but firm voice. "For a long time. And... that’s why I’ve been acting so awkward. It’s just that... every time I see you, I can’t help but notice how beautiful you are."

Seungmin was speechless. "... Really?"

Jisung nodded, his eyes shining with sincerity. "Yes. And I want you to feel good about yourself. To me, you’re perfect as you are. You’re beautiful, talented, funny, cute, and so damn hot i mean look at you , you're crying but i can't stop finding you good as hell ... but I think I’m talking too much," he said, blushing.

Yet, he moved closer, gently placing a hand on Seungmin’s belly. "Your body... it turns me on," he murmured, blushing slightly. "Your cheeks, your belly... every part of you is beautiful."

Seungmin felt a warm sensation fill his heart. "Jisung... I..." Words failed him, but the emotion in his eyes spoke for him. He leaned in slowly, their lips meeting in a tender and sincere kiss.

Jisung held him in his arms, hugging him tightly. "You’re beautiful, Seungmin. Don’t let anyone make you doubt that."

They spent the night talking, cuddling, exploring this new dynamic between them. Jisung continued to compliment every part of Seungmin’s body, his hands gliding over his curves with palpable adoration. Seungmin, soothed and comforted, let himself go, savoring every moment of this new intimacy.

He felt special, as if every time Jisung touched him, his insecurities vanished. That night, he no longer feared the negative comments or their manager. That night, he was beautiful because Jisung said so.

( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆

A few days later, Seungmin read online comments, but this time they were positive.

"Seungmin looks great, he looks like a puppy now!"

"I love Seungmin’s new look, he’s even cuter!"

“Look at him smile!!”

"Jisung is so touchy with Seungmin these days, it’s adorable!"

"I think I’m going to ship Jisung and Seungmin now."

"find a man who looks at me in the same way as Jisung's looking at Seungmin

Fans were posting clips of Jisung standing behind Seungmin, wrapping his hand around his belly, displaying his affection for him without reservation. Whether in front of or off-camera, Jisung didn’t hide his obsession with Seungmin’s body. That's definitly that who helped Seungmin regain confidence in himself and his body

Seungmin teased Jisung one night. "Maybe I should try to lose some weight, what do you think?"

Jisung shook his head vigorously. "Absolutely not. I’m obsessed with your body. I’ve gotten used to your belly; don’t take away my stress ball like that." He leaned forward, kissing Seungmin’s soft belly before murmuring against his skin. "Hannie you’re so in love with me," Seungmin joked as he tenderly stroked his hair. Meanwhile, Jisung slid his hands over Seungmin’s thighs, gently caressing them. "But you love me like this Minnie, I love you as you are."

Seungmin smiled, a warm feeling spreading through his heart. He now knew he was loved and accepted, and that was enough to make him happy

They had found happiness in each other, and Seungmin had no intention of changing. Because for Jisung, he was perfect as he was.

[mad-c1oud]

“Don’t play the hero all the time.” with Etoiles and Slime if you'd like!!! They truly are blorbos <3

nonnie they really are, you're sooooooooo right

Charlie pov starcicle for a change

(more dialogue prompts here and here!! Thank you sm for this one anon <3)

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“Don’t play the hero all the time.”

Charlie would feel bad for making Étoiles wince with how rough he’s being as he plays nurse, but he can’t find it in himself to calm down. Not after everything that just happened. He’s tired of almost losing this stupid fucking cucumber with a death-is-noble complex. It’s gonna give him grey hairs at this point. Grey slime. Whatever.

Étoiles hisses when Charlie accidentally brushes against an open wound along his arm in his haste to wrap the gouge in his shoulder. Fuck. He presses a warm but angry kiss to the back of his skull in an apology and the fighter hums happily. Idiot. Stupidstupidstupid-

“Then what other part am I going to play? You already have damsel in distress covered.”

Charlie rolls his eyes. “Har har, maybe consider the court jester route then, your jokes are getting better.” Étoiles snorts quietly, drooping forward tiredly. Charlie worries his lip between his teeth as he gently rights the fighter. He has to be exhausted after that fight. Pleased, content, and beyond satisfied with the outcome but tired. There’s a slump to his shoulders that Charlie rarely sees and it’s… it worries him. Étoiles is more than capable of doing what he does best, but Charlie wants to protect him too, he just has no idea how.

“Nothing compared to yours, Charlie,” The fighter probably means for it to come out sarcastically but his tone is sugary sweet and just so full of fondness that it has Charlie pausing where he’s winding gauze around the other’s torso to lean heavily into his back, arms coming up to wind around his waist carefully, mindful of the burns to his chest.

Charlie takes a moment to just breathe with the other, forehead pressed to the nape of his neck as they sit in silence. The stress of the day should be over, washed down the drain of the shower Charlie shoved Étoiles into the moment he won his fight, was out of arms way and in the circle of Charlie’s arms, back at home. Whole. Warm. Safe.

But there’s a lingering anxiety there, knowing this isn’t the last time they’ll be like this, but in all honesty, it’s an annoyingly fair trade. For all the times Charlie has to heal sew-up cuts and ice burns, Étoiles has to turn around and pull arrows out, replace broken bones. Back and forth. Around and around they go.

“You suck. Next time, let me play the plucky sidekick yeah? They always get cool deaths or super awesome heroic moments in the final battle. I need to complete my arc bro, lemme have that.”

Étoiles turns a little when Charlie finishes tucking the gauze into itself, wrappings bandaged limbs around the slime in as tight a hug as he can manage. Charlie tries to not actually melt into the embrace, sinking into the blissful warmth radiating from the star of the show. His star.

This is good. This is worth it all.

“Okay. Next time, Charlie.”

“Cool beans. Now unhand me, we’re not done with your boo-boos, babe.”

Étoiles giggles into Charlie’s hair, warm and happy and loose-limbed and safe. He’s safe. “No, I'm the hero and I won,so I am claiming my prize.”

Oh, this suave motherfuck- “That’s it, I’m going to bury you in the garden and see what happens. Say hi to the worms for me, dick.”

“Nononono Charlie haha please- not the dirt-“

Etoiles isn’t buried alive, but Charlie makes sure to bury him in kisses at least. Serves him right.

[mrhaitch]

hullo mr.haitch!

as a freshly turned college student, will college life ever get easier? is making friends easier than making friends in high school? it's already my second week here and the ball of anxiety in my chest never wanes at all....(⁠´⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠ω⁠°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥⁠｀⁠) im taking a fine arts course and the talent from my fellow classmates is already overwhelming me haha, hope you're having a good day mr.haitch!!

-dove.

It does and it doesn't, I think. Some things get easier and others harder - the first obstacle being finding your tribe.

My problem was that I found my tribe very early, and my tribe wasn't good for me. A lot of drinking, arrogance as the norm, self-destructive behaviour, etc. We used to get tanked instead of going to lectures and spend all day shouting at each other about Nietzsche or Marx or Sylvia Plath. It was intellectually enriching but emotionally dangerous as each day would end with one of my friends stood sobbing in my kitchen because whatever it was they were trying to outrun had caught up to them. Things only got better for me when I stepped away from them.

I'd say, on the whole, it usually is easier than high school. Especially in the early days where everyone is unsure of themselves, it's a new place, and they're all looking for something or someone to hold onto. Trust me - start a small conversation with someone at random and see them light up. Even if it's just "how's it going?". You're all in the same boat waiting for someone to speak first, sometimes that has to be you.

Beyond that I'd look at what societies and clubs run at your university - find something that speaks to your interests and go along for a meeting. You'll likely find at least one person there who's of a similar mind.

As for your feelings about your classmate - trust me, the skill cliff isn't as sharp as you might think. Some people have a lot of talent - absolutely - but no staying power. When I did my creative writing masters I had similar feelings. Some of my classmates were better writers, some of them had even been published or written professionally (one of the script consultants for Kick-Ass was in my cohort), and I realised I had a choice: I could either let them intimidate me, or I could outwork them.

I went for the second option, and then did it again for my PHD when faced with a similar divide between myself and my colleagues. Some were awarded winning playwrights, others had won short fiction prizes.

Art in all its forms is work, and it's work over a long period of time. To succeed you need stamina and grit, and you can absolutely develop those over time. So some people in your class are already more accomplished, or some are more talented or skilled (for now) - outpace them.

Set your stride early, decide how much you need to do each week and stick to it. If you can maintain your pace you'll outstrip them in a matter of weeks - especially the ones who already think they've made it. Then teach other people how to do it, set an example and bring people with you.

You've got this.

[magnoliabutters]

• FEELING EVERYTHING •

pairing: kas!vamp eddie munson x (she/her) reader

summary: so what kas saved your life?! it’s not like you owe him everything…

warnings: 18+ content, mdni, adult language; canon divergence, enemies to lovers trope, season 4 spoilers, previous parts mentioned; sexy angst, slight suicidal ideation, manipulation, child abuse (previous trauma mentioned), toxic ass kas, sexual advances tied with a misunderstanding, hot and cold dynamics, dwugs, depression, grief, anxiety (panic), y/n count: 3, etc.

word count: ~8.9k

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• stories of eddie munson series • season two • previous part •

note: as always, thank you for the patience! we're almost coming to a close y'all! in this part, i tried to challenge myself to focus more on describing the visuals and the scene. let me know your thoughts! i cannot wait to read your reactions!

note to the note: my partner, who was so kind to beta-read, found an inconsistency around the border of vecna’s “new world.” you may or may not catch it. i just wanna share i am aware, and i am upset haha unfortunately caught it too late 🥲

The dried grass is rough against your shins. A sea of plains ahead that curl into waves with each blow of the wind. The orange streaked sky, a beautiful sight, now a daunting reminder to find shelter before the night. You wish you could have been here any other time. The gorgeous way the sunlight trickles onto the glossy leaves of the trees. The way the sun feels against your skin. The air just cold enough that the warmth of its rays feel nostalgic. 

Eddie would have loved this. The opportunity to find civilization, as though it was some challenging quest. He would have compared it to some battle his Dungeons and Dragons character led the party into. His arms stretched out as he passionately tells the tale of how they won the fight with only a sliver of a chance. A heroic and miraculous story that only he could tell correctly. 

He always told stories in a way that made you feel as though you were actually there, feeling each and every emotion. All the ups and downs. He had you clinging to the edge of your seat, clinging onto every word no matter the topic. Your heart warms at the thought of that beautiful mouth speaking a million words a second as he excitedly shares a story. God, how you wish you could see him again. 

The uncomfortable scratching of the heavy grass continues to remind you that an oversized t-shirt and panties is not the ideal hiking gear. Not that you exactly had a choice. You struggle to step through the field, stumbling along with your arms held out wide for balance.

“You look like a bird,” Kas scoffs as his thick leather boots crunch against the yellow waves of the pasture. His bare chest still littered with pink scratches. He carelessly plows through the tall grass. Your eyes instinctually roll, leaving another muffled chuckle to drop from his lips. Your hands gradually fall to your side as embarrassment seeps into your pores. 

“Do you even know where we’re going?” he mutters as he swats away a horse fly. Your annoyance levels have been seriously dampened with the recent events. Kas’ constant “are we there yet” attitude is not helping in the slightest. “I figure if we keep heading north, we’ll get to the highway and,” you bite your lip, tensing your brow as you point over the vast hill. “Um, we’ll just hitchhike.” You shrug, looking back at him with a weakly confident expression. His face deadpanned as he stares back at you with lack lustered eyes. 

“Hitchhike?” Kas asks with a monotone. “Yeah,” you grumble in hesitancy. “Doesn’t everyone in a fifty mile radius of Hawkins think I am some satanic serial killer?” he inquires with the side of his lip pulled as he stares at you in judgment. Your eyes fall as you realize your mistake. “Well, um, let’s just find the highway first and figure out what to do from there,” you utter as you push through another bundle of grass. “Okay,” he says in a sing-songy voice as he walks off in front of you. 

This is your life now. You try your best not to compare between the two - knowing that would cause you nothing but pain, but it’s hard. It’s so hard to know what you had and what you have lost, and what you have now. A small part of you wishes you had nothing at all.

With great love, comes great vulnerability and despair. You find yourself wondering if it was worth it. If loving Eddie was worth the pain of losing him. Of having his complete opposite inhabit his body and parade the fact that he is no longer the love of your life. In fact, he punishes you for thinking that, as if you could resist the urge. The agony you feel, both physical and emotional, almost pushes you off the edge. The question of “is it worth it?” echoes through your mind. 

Kas looks ahead of the pairing. He notes a break in the clear pasture and sees a tree line. His eyes discern its distance, noting that it is a rather thin tree line. Suddenly, he sees motion rushing by behind the trunks. The only vehicles he is used to were filled with and destroyed by Vecna’s blackened veins, but he still identifies the motion as cars. Excitement fills his chest as he hurriedly turns around with a finger pointing at the tree line. 

But when he turns, his smile disappears. He watches as your eyes are glued to the ground. Your face is solemn. The edges of your beautiful lips turned downward as your hair covers your face. The excitement immediately shifts to worry as he takes a step towards you. His hand slowly moves to your gaze, interrupting your thoughts. 

As your head innocently raises towards him, Kas shoots you a comforting smile. His hands, both naturally and hesitantly, flow to the sides of your arms. You decide to shoot him a weak grin as you appreciate what he is trying so hard to do. And with that, Kas pulls you in - deeply pressured against his chest as his arms wrap around your upper back. 

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispers against your ear. His chin finding a place upon the top of your shoulder. Such a familiar feeling, Eddie’s embrace, and yet you have another reminder of his lost presence. You want him so badly. You wish he could be here. That his true self was holding you, comforting you. Your hands fall upon the base of his spine, pulling him tightly into you. Abruptly, the sobs fall from your lips as you push yourself deeper against the warmth of his skin. 

Kas knows you are hurting - who wouldn’t be after what you have been through? The thing is he wasn’t sure exactly how much pain filled your saddened soul, but once he heard those sobs - he knew. It is gut wrenching to feel your body heave against his. The pain is so much worse than the sensation of your nails digging against his skin. His hands smooth out your back as he attempts to comfort your contorting body. 

Finally, you feel it. You feel everything you have pushed deep within yourself since you heard of Eddie’s passing. The pain. The anguish. The betrayal. The threat of death. The fear of death - an actual impending death - no longer one in the far off future. You lost the love of your life. 

Eddie is dead. 

And your heart has felt empty since your realization of this. Your knees give out and both you and Kas fall to the floor. Kneeling beside each other and still stuck in a beautiful embrace. 

As tears stream down your face, Kas pulls away slightly to look at you. His brows push together as his thumb traces against your cheeks. “Sh, sh, sh,” he whispers as one of his hands caresses the back of your head. He pulls you gently and closer to his chest. His chin now resting against your hairline. 

Abruptly, you pull away, sniffling as you do. You are confident you look a hot mess but you don’t care, not even a little. You wipe your nose as your eyes darken before him. He stares at you in confusion and worry. His body aching for your touch. 

“You said you saved me,” you start slowly, attempting to push down the sobs that climb your throat. “That you would have never killed me.” Kas nods with curiosity as your eyes raise to his. “I-I want to talk about something and I don’t want to hear shit about it,” you spit out harshly. However, your expression immediately returns to the vulnerable girl that Kas has grown to love. It leaves a hint of a smile on his face.

“What would you like to talk about?” he asks softly. With a deep sigh, you mumble, “I want to talk about Eddie.” Kas winces at the name, something you immediately notice. Another physical pain shoots through your chest as you prepare your body for his rejection. He takes a deep breath, placing his palms to his knees as he slowly nods with eyes to the ground beneath you both.

“Go ahead,” he whispers. Your heart fills with joy, enough to completely disregard his body language. Soft sobs follow your laughter. Your hand pushes the tears away from your cheeks as he slowly raises his head. “He was beautiful,” you choke out whimpers with an ambiguous smile to your face. “He is easily the best person I have ever met,” you laugh out weakly.

A small, tight smile forms on Kas’ face as his hand slides behind your head once again. He pulls you into the side of his neck. His other hand collapsing around your crying body. “At first, I had no idea how he could be so confident and silly,” a smile emerges on your face as he wipes another round of tears from your cheeks. 

“Do you remember any of his rants in the cafeteria?” you ask excitedly. Your inexperience with vulnerability attempting to make the conversation less one-sided. The smile on his face slowly grows as a low hum of a chuckle riffles in his throat. He slowly nods as his grip tightens at your waist. "I remember one distinctly about how the cafeteria stopped giving out corn on the cob," he answers.

In the midst of a laugh, you pull back to look at his face. “What else do you remember?” you ask, placing a hand to his chest. Tears now well in your eyes, as opposed to flowing down your cheeks. Kas takes a deep breath, following the press of his tongue against the back of his front teeth. 

The silence flattens your grin. You lean backwards to pull your thighs and legs from his knees. The tightness and excitement in his chest persists as Kas remembers how his words impact you. How your smile grows any time he shares a memory. How his heart flutters at the sound of your giggle. 

He winces, disgusted with the warm, cuddley shit that Eddie’s more accustomed to. And yet, here he is - desperate to put a smile on your incredible face. A part of him wonders if you were manipulating him. Show him a grin and he is a puddle between your thighs. He hates the hold you have over him. How your happiness makes his undead heart beat. 

Kas wonders if he will ever have autonomy, or if he will continue to be a slave for others as long as his mystical life will allow. His body craves for yours, pushing his mind to find a way back to caressing your soft skin. He sorts through the hazy fog and recollected memories. 

With a huff, he shares, “I remember the day you made Mac n Cheese.” He lightly taps his fingers against his thighs as he adjusts to sit cross legged. His eyes were down, but he could see you beaming off-center of his gaze. 

“We were with, um,” he hesitates as he looks up. His hands quickly move around, gesturing as he speaks. “Wayne,” the name pops out eagerly from your sweet lips. An encouraging nod to follow. “Wayne, yeah,” Kas agrees slowly, pretending as though he did not know exactly who his uncle, Wayne Edward Munson, was. 

“He liked you,” Kas says, lifting his brow as a smirk appears on his cheek. You laugh to yourself, feeling a warmth in your chest. “You know, Eddie - I mean - he told me that but I still wasn’t sure,” you end with a chuckle. His eyes lift to yours - those button eyes comparable to your childhood teddy bear. They always left happiness ringing through your body. 

He shakes his head. “No, darlin’,” he starts. “There’s no world where you wouldn’t be on anyone’s good side.” With a slight chuckle, he adds, “Hell, I kept pushing you away and I couldn’t stay hating you.” You bite your lip, trying to hide the largest smile since you last kissed Eddie. “I am pretty loveable, aren’t I?” you ask sheepishly. With his tongue stuck to his canine, he lets out a deep sigh paired with a smile. “Yeah,” he says slyly and with a shrug. “I guess that’s true.”

Your eyes flow towards the sky, noting the bright stars twinkling above. The joy you feel is addicting. Something incomparable to the last few days. You dare not disturb it. And yet...

“There was something about your family,” Kas starts with a furrowed brow. A memory floods his brain, something he did not account for. “It was complicated. You had so many locks, to be safe - to feel safe.” Your smile dropped, but he had not noticed. His eyes pull straight, narrowing as he attempts to grab hold of this memory. 

“They hurt you,” Kas lets out as a sigh, as though the realization was just then. “Why didn’t he do anything about it?” he asks in an accusatory tone. His nostrils flare as his chest rises and his back straightens. He places his sights on you. Your hands push together, sliding between your thighs. Eyes resting upon them as the sadness sinks in your heart.

“Eddie, you just don’t understand,” you say as you harshly push the tear from your cheek. “No, baby, I understand completely. What do you think my dad did to me before Wayne ran him off?” Eddie whisper yells as he points up the stairs. “They can’t keep doing this to you!” The fire fueling in his stomach is the same firing his clenched fists. How dare they hurt you? How dare anyone lay a finger on you?

“Please, Eddie, please just stop,” you mumble in between cries. Your hand pulling at his arm, creating distance between him and the stairs. Eddie could see your eyes were fixated on your bedroom door. “No, y/n,” he says abruptly. His stance fixed and firm. His eyes unrecognizable.

Eddie pulls his arm from your grasp, causing you to take a step back. But quickly, he grabs hold of your forearm. His fingers squeezing against your skin as he tugs you closer to him. His other hand lightly lands next to the assorted bruises you had up and down your arm. Gently, he raises your arm to show the purple splotches thrown against your ribs that were hidden by your shirt. He expected the surprise on your face, as he knew you thought he only saw the marks on your arm. 

“Y/n, there is no way in hell that this is okay,” Eddie says through grinding teeth. Heavied breaths fall from his flared nostrils as he looks up at the stairway again. “Eddie,” you say weakly as tears run rampant down your face. “Please, you’re hurting me,” you share as you lightly push at his hardened grip. 

Eddie quickly turns around with horror on his face as his eyes are met with the dark pink imprints of his fingers upon your skin. He stumbles back with his hand placed against his chest. “I-I I’m sorry,” he starts as he backs into a support beam. A small cough exists between you two as he clears his throat. His eyes watering as his chin glues stuck against his chest. 

“Baby,” you crumble before him. Your hand leading your body as it lands softly against his cheek. His hand collapsing over yours. Your other rests against his sternum. “Eddie, baby, you didn’t mean it...” 

Kas snaps his eyes towards you. Abruptly, he pulls himself from the memory, having seen everything he needed to see. His brows push together as his upper lip slightly pulls. “He hit you?” he asks with shock thick in his intonation. A hand reaches out to your knee. 

“Excuse me?” you pull away disgusted. You cannot help but stand and look down at him. “I just,” you chuckle in disbelief, giving up further with each breath you take. Your hands gesturing with a shrug. “I wanted to be happy, remember the times when life was actually good, for once.” A scoff falls, and you shake your head. “It’s like you want me to be in pain - to suffer along with you.” Eyes looking off into the night sky, desperate to go back to that happiness. But it does not come. 

Kas pulls his hand away, landing it softly against his lap. A white hot flash spreading between his nostrils and eyes. He meant to make you happy, but he remembered something. He pursued it, like he figured you would want him to. But maybe not this memory. Are there bad memories between the lovebirds? 

Like a switch, his anger kicks in. An undeniable defense mechanism that he will continue to deny. “And what pain am I in, darlin’?” he scoffs. Your eyes flick up, searching for some sign of dismay in his. You find absolutely none. “God, just never mind,” you throw your head as you continue forward, brushing the thought off to hide yourself from more pain. 

“No, no, no, little lady,” Kas laughs as he grabs your forearm, pulling you backwards. “We’re still talking.” The whiplash of his grip twists your body into his. His other hand quickly falls at the base of your back as he pulls you onto him. “Let go of me, asshole,” you demand brutally as you push against him. He laughs as he lets you stumble back. An ache begins to ring in your wrist. 

“You want to talk, Kas, fine,” you yell at him, pushing your palms harshly against his bare chest. His stumble back is met with another condescending chuckle. “Eddie never hurt me.” You can feel your entire face tensing up. Every muscle, even those you didn’t even know you had.

“Don’t forget, I was there,” Kas mocks, pointing a finger to his temple. “You weren’t there,” you spit out. “Those are Eddie’s.” He laughs, leaning over and holding his stomach. He takes a deep breath and in a combustion of sarcasm and genuineness, he softly says, “Eddie’s not here anymore.” 

Now, it is your turn to scoff. “And you just love reminding me,” you say, shame-filled. He chuckles, his head swaying side to side as he settles into his suave stance. Confident, boisterous, annoying.

“You do understand though, right?” you ask with confidence. He adjusts immediately detecting that he now has a contender in front of him, as opposed to a weak girl. “Eddie never hurt me,” you say softly. “You, on the other hand, you’ve hurt me every second since I met you,” you end with a hiss. 

Kas’ lips fall into a line. His eyes raking over your facial features, processing those sinful words. You watch, pleased with his response. You soak in the pain displayed exclusively on his face without regret. “What was that again?” you exaggerate thinking with a finger bouncing off your chin. “What pain are you in, darlin’? This kind,” you end with disgust as you point him up and down. 

He continues to stare at you with widening eyes. His face blank now, as though all the blood drained from it. “Let’s just keep going,” you suggest. The moral compass in your head is wavering. You walk forward, noting his lack of movement.

“Do you remember anything else about that night?” Kas calls out blankly. You turn around to face him, expecting sarcasm but seeing absolutely nothing in those dark brown eyes. “I do,” you whisper.

“Will you tell me?” he asks with his head down as he takes a step towards you. A part of you hesitates, wondering if this is just another trick of his. But you wanted to reminisce on memories. Here is your chance. “Sure,” you say in a lackluster tone. He nods, encouraging you to continue.

“It was just another regular day. Eddie came over after DND, like usual,” you shake your head as you attempt to remember. “My dad was a dick that day so Eds had to meet me at the back door.” Your eyes close as you continue, “I snuck him in and we went to my room and we were just talking about our days on my bed eating pizza.” You smile. “When we were laying down, I guess my shirt rolled up and he saw the bruises from earlier that day."

You laugh aloud, quickly pinning your mouth closed and hiding a smile. “He is the most stubborn person I know,” you share, forgetting who you were sharing with. “He wouldn’t let it go. He needed to know where the bruises were from and to see more.”

You stop immediately when you feel hot at your tear ducts. You quickly decide to keep a memory of love between you and Eddie. Another smile emerging as you acknowledge the realization that that was the moment you knew, without a doubt, Eddie Munson loved you. That he was the only person who loved you enough to care about your safety. 

“I fucking caved, as usual,” you giggle. “And when I showed him, he got pissed. I’ve never seen him more mad. I saw this fire in his eyes, I saw…” your brain stops working. Your brows crunch together as your eyes fall to the floor, processing the new information. 

After some time, you look up to Kas, who has been watching you continually. “I saw you in-in his eyes,” you say in awe. Kas’ flattened lips slowly flicker into a smirk.

You knew Kas? You saw him in Eddie, and you did not run. He existed before Eddie died. You know it to be true. He was there, and he was loved … by you. 

Quickly, you shake your head, trying to rid yourself of the thought. You would not dare disrespect Eddie by comparing him in any way to Kas. “Uh, he wanted to beat up my dad for hurting me. I had to talk him down,” you say plainly. “He was feeling all those emotions so he-he just squeezed my arm,” you reenact the movement. “But when I told him to stop, it was like he realized he was hurting me and acted like he had control of it, like he should’ve known better.” 

Your eyes fall on Kas’ once again. “He did not hurt me on purpose. He would never hurt me on purpose. And that is what you should remember,” you say clearly.

But Kas will not remember that distinction. He has better things to think about. “Just as long as you remember that you saw me that night,” he says with a chuckle. “God, you’re so damn good at making everything about you,” you throw out with a hand to your hip. “Oh yeah? 'Cause I thought it was all about you later that night?” he asks with bouncing brows. Your eyes darkened. “You remember,” you reply flatly. 

“Yes, baby, I remember that night,” Kas smirks as he takes another step, like a lion stalking it's prey. “I remember when he laid you on the bed. How he traced his fingers up your leg,” he says softly as he attempts to do the same. You pull back in disgust, unsure of where this is coming from. He looks at you daringly.

“You liked it when he did it,” he huffs. “Well, what about when he kissed your neck.” He steps forward once more, hooking his arm around your waist and pressing your torso against his chest. Frankly, you were completely done with his manhandling. His lips fall upon your skin like unwanted tickles. Your elbow rests against his chest as you press your weight upon it. But this time, he did not pull away. He continues on.

“Oh, not that?” Kas asks amusingly, clearly not understanding the situation. His hands slowly trickle down your sides and to the front of your waist. “What about when he unbuttoned your pants-” “No, Kas!”  you yell, pushing with all your force. He stumbles backwards with arms held out wide. His face both concerned and surprised. "No," you repeat sternly.

“I thought we were…” he trails off, slowly understanding exactly what he was doing. “No, Kas, we weren’t,”  you say roughly. “Fuck, man! Why the hell would you even think that?” You push the hair from your face as you await his explanation. Kas’ held out hands slowly raise to a defensive position. “I-l I didn’t mean for any of that, we just, uh, we fight and then we,” he stutters. Wide, watering eyes. Stumbling his words as he continues to step back.

You could see him. Just like that night. Just like when he hurt you accidentally. His remorse. His horror of what he has done. You could see Eddie again. 

“Thank you for backing off,” you whisper. You look up to Kas as he sucks his tongue against his gums, pushing tears back into his eyes. He hides his face form you’d “I’m sorry,” he says with a deep voice after a quick clearing of his throat. “Thank you,” you mutter. “Let’s just keep walking, okay?” you suggest, pushing ahead. Kas solemnly follows behind you - at a distance. 

It was stupid to stop and talk. The sun is completely gone. That road Kas thought he saw? Yeah, that was a river. A river you both had to strategically hop stones to cross. A river you fell ass first in when you slipped on a mossy stone. His bustling laughter echoing in the emptied space, and yet you trek forward. 

An odd gesture but Kas offers you his black boots. The first six times you refused, but once your feet started bleeding you decided why the hell not. They were two sizes too big and clunky things. You don’t even think Eddie would wear these, not outside of his room. But Kas? He does not have a single care in the world. 

You figured that after Vecna, normal things like dark forests would not bother you in the slightest. You were wrong. You could hear him in any brush of leaves from the wind. You could feel him when you step on unexpected rocks, attempting to navigate through the tall grass. You could see him in the shadows by the tree trunks. You could smell him in the dry air. 

A snap. 

“What was that?” you whisper quickly. Your arms are held defensively in front of your chest as though you are ready for something to jump out. Kas looks back at you and immediately rolls his eyes. “I stepped on a branch,” he laughs. You cannot fully trust your eyes, but you swear you saw adoration in his smile as opposed to the usual condescending attitude. 

You shake off the jitters, feeling prickles trace down your limbs and up your neck. “It’s cool, I’m, uh,” you say as something catches your eye on the ground. You let out a soft sigh of relief as your eyes return to his. “Yeah, I am a-okay,” you say more convincingly. You could almost convince yourself. 

Kas bites his lip, studying you as you walk past him. “Are you afraid of the dark, little girl?” he whispers in your ear as ticklish fingers prance against the skin of your sides. “Kas, stop,” you stay sternly, swatting his hands away. “Seriously, though, what do you have to worry about with me here?” he scoffs amusingly. A smile growing on his face by the second as he catches up and walks beside you. 

“Hm, I don’t know. Maybe that flayed piece of jerky back there?” you say pointing behind you as you roll your eyes. “We’re outside of where he can reach, there’s no way he could get us,” he tries to soothe with a smile, but immediately recognizes the thin line growing between your brows. 

“Hey, hey, hey,” Kas whispers as he gently holds your wrist. He stops you in your tracks. You suck your tongue against your teeth as you avoid eye contact at all costs. “Hey,” he repeats in a deeper tone. His hands now cupped to your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Vecna cannot get us here,” he says clearly. “No one will hurt you as long as I am around.” 

You cannot help but search for Eddie in those eyes. Just to see him one more time, but you know that will never be enough. Kas will never be enough. But his words help and you are able to take a deep breath. 

You nod, and he slowly drops his hands from your face. “Thank you,” you murmur. The word is now way too common in both of your vernaculars. Kas walks off with a smile, not turning back to look at you, not even once. 

Staring at the glow of the moon, you would guess it had to be at least 4 or 5am. Not that you would even really know what to do with that information gathered from this view. All you know is that you are getting tired, and the night sky is changing from pure darkness to a deep gray. 

“Ok, I know last time I was wrong, but I’m pretty sure that’s an intersection,” Kas mumbles as he points forward. Your head snaps, following his gaze, with widening eyes. Your palm lands softly at your forehead as you quietly scoff in disbelief. Do your eyes deceive you? A honk of an 18-wheeler confirms your wish. You turn around with hands up in excitement. He chuckles at how big your eyes have gotten. A hand covering his growing smile. 

“That’s a car, Kas, that’s a fucking car!” you scream. You rush through the trees, trying your best not to slide atop of the wet leaves. Alas, you ram your torso against the trunk of a tree in excitement as you watch the scene unfold before you. The pain is unnoticeable.

The street lights illuminate like auras against the misty fog. The wafting smell of cigarettes fleeing the convenience store. The blinding shine of headlights wrapping around the corner every few seconds. Honking, dings, spitting, ringing, a musty old muffler - finally, people.

Not once would you have ever expected the joy of finding people again, and yet here you are. You just needed a fresh look at how shitty the alternative is to know that reality is at least 1% shittier. Hope fills your chest as you take a step forward, only for Kas to pull you back. 

“What?” you bark at him, pulling your arm away. “Take a good look at yourself, darlin’. You really want to walk up to that gas station like that?” Kas says with a point as he nonchalantly leans back on a tree behind him. You look down at yourself, remembering your lack of pants, Kas’ ratty shirt and his stocky boots. You take a deep breath as you softly say, “I guess you’re right.” 

He stands up, almost immediately, which draws your attention. A smirk growing on his face. “What did you say?” he asks with a leading tone. You roll your eyes recognizing his intention. “Must not have been important if you didn’t hear it the first time,” you murmur with a grin.

Kas slowly walks towards you, making your grin beam more and more with each step. “Oh, I heard it,” he says softly as he leans in closer to you. “I just wanted to hear it again,” he whispers and pulls back. You push against his chest with a laugh, leaving him with a chuckle and a raised chin as he peers down at you. 

“Okay, Kas, if we can’t go down there, where are we going to go?” you ask sarcastically. Kas smiles, moving his head to its side. “Oh, sweet girl. I know exactly where we’re going,” he murmurs. Your face deadpans as you watch him confidently strut down the hill and next to the street. “Wait, what do you mean?” you call after him. Rushing to follow him, you slip but Kas was able to hook his arm around you before you landed against the dirt and dust. He relinquishes his hand, faster than you expected and it leaves you confused. 

“You see that street? Hudson Ave?” he asks, pointing up at the street sign. You watch him with a perplexed expression, unsure of where he was going with the conversation. “Yeah?” you answer confusingly. “I know Hudson Ave,” he shares, looking back down at you. “We’re by Lover’s Lake.”

You take a deep breath of disappointment as you wipe your palms against your face. “I thought we were closer to the school than that,” you sigh. That would mean at least another 5 to 10 miles before being able to collapse into a bed. “Sounds like we need a place to stay for the night,” he says with excitement, as though he already knew the answer. “Yeah?” you ask again with squinting eyes. 

“I know a place. It’s safe, closed off, no one’s gonna be there,” Kas adds with a bit lip and slow nodding. Your face is emotionless as you watch his encouraging eyes. “How far is it?” you ask. 

“Kas, you didn’t tell me we were breaking into the place!” you ask with a worried, hushed tone. Your back stands behind Kas’, covering him as he hunches over to pick the front door’s lock. Your eyes scanning for any sign of life as the sun begins to rise over the patch of forest.

Arms are crossed against your chest, attempting to gather as much warmth as possible. “Yeah, I don’t tell you a lot of things,” Kas whispers to himself. A tongue stuck between his lips with pressed brows as he focuses on the clicks within the lock. “Almost there,” he leads.

One click and his smirk grows to an unbearable size. He turns to you with the utmost confidence. You pull your eyes away in an attempt to avoid looking at his sweetness. “Okay, we get it. You’re a badass,” you mumble, quickly moving into a whine. “Common, it’s cold out here!”

Kas chuckles to himself, almost a hum that vibrates within his chest. You could feel it too, in your own, that leaves a spark of something familiar. You push it away, deep within your stomach, refusing to acknowledge it. 

“Alright, alright,” Kas brushes off. “I’m hurrying.” With a twist and a push, you were in. The room was dusty. The air was stagnant. Your face showed everything, all your thoughts on the place. Completely disgusted by the state of the place. He couldn’t help but laugh to himself.

“It’s, uh, it’s cozy,” you whisper as you take a sharp breath. Half drunken beer bottles are left piled in the sink. A bra of unknown origin rests strung against the top of the couch. A rug, if you were so kind, rests tattered and torn throughout the room. A spindle of its fabric lays beneath your foot. 

The only pristine thing in the place is a glass cabinet filled with different variations of bongs. As much as you would like to deny it, the sparkles catch your eye. A brown glassed stem filled with peace signs - you imagine it to be at least 10 years old. Another looked like the yellow smiley face that has spread across the world in the past few years - you enjoy that one. One shaped like a dark blue toilet bowl - you are not too keen on that. Lastly, a pipe with a bowl painted like R2-D2 - that might have been your favorite. 

Before you knew it, you were standing right before the glass. Admiring the collection. Kas walks behind you. A cool whisper against your neck, “Can you guess where we are?” You shudder at his breath, but a piece of you welcomed his proximity.

“A dealer,” you say matter-of-factly, as you turn to face him. “Rick’s, right?” You knew he wanted to throw you off guard. He pulls back and slowly nods as respect fills the room. Of course, a respect that did not last very long.

“Then you must’ve known that this is where he stayed,” Kas mumbles carelessly. He carefully and judgingly picks up an opened bag of Fritos with his thumb and index finger off of the coffee table. Nuggets of weed organized perfectly upon the surface. Crushed green resting within a silver grinder. 

Eddie most definitely was here. You try your best not to let it show on your face, but you wondered if this is where he radioed you. Did he sleep on that disgusting ratty couch? Was that the last place he ever slept? You make your way into the kitchen, careful not to show your haste. Opened tin cans of corn stacked in a pyramid stare back at you. His last meal? A pot is barely balanced on the stove’s burner. 

Despite the rush of emotion in your chest, you smile at the thought of him cooking. Eddie was always a mess in the kitchen. You are honestly surprised that he did not leave the gas on. Memories of burnt pancakes and hardened spaghetti fill your taste buds. 

He may not have been the best chef, but he made up for it. There is nothing like watching him and that messy bun. Flour on his face as that familiar tongue sticks out while he’s focusing. An apron somehow already covered with syrup, even though there was yet to be any pancakes. His shirt cut off at the sleeves with strings of fabric comfortably against his biceps. 

Watching him in that moment, you saw your future. A future filled with laughter and messes. Dancing in the kitchen. Finally, feeling safe - safe in his arms. Maybe he would even make you feel safe enough to give him a little one when you were both older. The world deserved another Munson, another Eddie. 

But just like the rest of your dreams, this one will never come true. Another future ripped from your grasp. A happiness you had only a taste of and will never see again. And somehow, you are supposed to be okay with that - to keep moving on. Especially now that there’s some super villain dickwad that wants you dead. 

There’s no time to stop and grieve, like you thought. Part of you wishes you could, but another is thankful. Truthfully, you are afraid of what your life would look like if you truly let yourself feel everything. Feel your loss. It would not be much of a life, not after you get your revenge. 

Take one step at a time, you remind yourself. Vecna’s death is and should always be the highest priority. How do you kill him? How do you ensure that you are the final blow? What are his weaknesses? 

“Darlin’,” Kas whispers. He has been watching you silently as you stand in the kitchen. His intention was to catch you off guard with the information of Eddie’s stay. And he did just that but yet, no enjoyment in the act. What typically brings him happiness, his fucking with you, is not hitting the spot anymore.

He now worries about you. He worries about you constantly. He hasn’t stopped since that night in the diner. If he is honest with himself, these feelings would track all the way back to the night he first saw you. 

Kas lays a careful hand against your shoulder. Your head quickly turns to look at him. A shock coursing through your body. “Let’s get washed up,” he suggests softly. You nod, but a slow smile grows upon your face. His expression turns inquisitive as a chuckle leaves his throat. “Dibs on the shower,” you scream as you rush up the stairs. He watches you run and instinctually follows just as quickly behind you. 

You both playfully bump into each other as you struggle up the narrow staircase. As you manage to get a two step advantage, Kas grabs onto your ankle. You lightly fall against the wood as he scoots past you. “Fucker!” you giggle as you run to catch up to him. Bouncing off the walls, you push against his shoulder. You gain the advantage as you burst through a door.

Immediately, you are horrified by the sight. A tossed around bedroom with bright orange carpet. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the mirrored ceiling, which then led you to the cheetah print sheets. Your lips part as your jaw hangs open.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as Kas finally catches up. A laughter erupts beside you, but you cannot pull your gaze away. “Oh yeah,” he jokes in your ear. “Reefer Rick’s got bangin’ taste.” You push him away from you with a sneer. 

Beyond the disturbing clash in colors, you see a sliding door that leads to a balcony. The wood is of a greenish tint. Ivy covers its banisters. An old copper-rusted chair rests in the middle of the panels. A heavily used bong, tinted brown with tar, rests at its very edge. 

But despite all that, the view is incredible. There is no denying it. A gray and purple fog resides just above the black water. You could actually see the sun’s rays refracting within its dense mist. Sights like these have always made you feel better. There is nothing like Mother Nature to make that debby downer within you disappear. 

“Shower’s over here,” Kas says as he leans against the threshold bathroom’s threshold with crossed arms. You smile, turning around, and walking into the room. “Didn’t think you would actually respect a dibs,” you share. Thankfully, Reefer Rick seems to have better standards for cleanliness in the shower. You are pleased with its state. “Oh, I can’t mess with the dibs gods,” he scoffs incredulously. 

After noting which knob is for hot water, you realize that Kas is still standing beside you. You turn around to him beginning to unbuckle his belt. “What are you doing?” you ask with a nervous giggle. He pops his head up from his hands. His mouth in a thin line.

“Um, getting ready for our shower,” he answers. “Our shower, huh?” you giggle. “Oh, what? I thought you liked taking showers with your men?” he says as he leans in to you. His hands drop his buckle as his belt rests open at his waist. You struggle not to draw your eyes to it. 

You quickly recover and smile. “You remember a lot more than you’re letting on, Kas,” you say under your breath. “First of all, there are no men. Only Eddie, and you’re not him, right?” you ask with a leading tone. “So, I’m going to take this shower alone.” You point towards the shower curtain behind you with a smirk. 

Kas smiles with a shrug. “I guess I’ll wait my turn,” he says lightly. “Great call,” you whisper. Almost retaliatory, he unbuttons his black jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly. Teeth digging into his bottom lip.

You try your best to keep your eyes on his, but you are clearly struggling and he knows it. He loves it. The smirk growing on his face by the second. A hint of blush to his cheeks. “I’ll just be out here, sweet girl,” he soothes. His own thumb pointing back into the bedroom as he slowly walks backwards. 

An undeniable, unstoppable grin beams across your face as you close the door. Fuck. The thin wooden barrier gives you enough space to consider the wild things rushing through your mind. How you wish you could just pull those jeans down, get on your knees, and make him forget that Vecna never existed. How you wish you could have dragged him into the shower with you. How he could make you forget that your pain even existed with those hands of his.

You need to cool down. Quickly. Dragging your palms down your face, you walk towards the shower. You turn the knob for cold water, leaving a slight bit of heat to settle in. You slowly raise your arms, attempting to take your shirt off, but the pain hit you like a truck. You wince at the feeling. Immediately, you hear Kas knocking. “You alright?” he asks. You laugh, “Yeah, Kas, I’m good.” 

It feels so damn good to take off that ratty shirt. To take off those panties. To take off his oversized combat boots. With a deep breath, you step into the shower. The rush of the freeze was shocking, yet comforting at the same time. The feel of the water splashing against your scalp and running down your temples, cheeks, and chin. 

You reach for the soap and are immediately presented with a conundrum. You debate whether or not you should rub it against your skin. You wouldn’t imagine your body being any less dirty than Rick’s bar of soap, and yet, you hesitate. With a shake of your head, you rub the soap against your hands and then lather the suds upon your body. 

Feeling the sensation against your skin, you cannot help letting in the trickling thoughts of Kas. The sensation of his hands on your body. His finger tips pressing against your aching muscles. Fixing all your pains. His palms exploring your waist, making their way up your torso and to your breasts. You think of Kas. You wanted Kas. 

As you step back, your calf bumps into a bottle that clunks onto the bottom of the shower floor. The abrupt loud noise echoes through the air. A burst of adrenaline fills your chest as you startlingly fling yourself against the tiled wall. The scuffle of your movement is heard from outside the bathroom. 

Deep breaths heave against your diaphragm as you slowly slide down to the base of the shower. Rushing cold water hits harshly against your skin. It causes your hair to glue thickly against your face. You can’t breathe. You can’t. You just can’t. 

Kas knocks once again. “Darlin’,” he calls out but you don’t answer. You can’t. You were stuck. Stuck against the ground. You could not move. If you moved, you had no idea what would happen. You were safe, barely safe in that shower. Don’t leave that spot. You can’t. You won’t. 

He slowly peeks open the door. “Y/n,” he calls out but you are silent. You hear him walk closer. You can see his shadow against the blue mildewed curtain out from your peripherals. He opens the shower curtain to see your arms wrapped around your knees. You were in a tight ball, as tight as you could manage, shuddering in the cold. 

“Shit, baby,” Kas hushes. He quickly turns the knobs, adding more warmth to the water pouring against the crown of your head. Without thinking, he hops inside the shower and crouches behind you. His arms tightening around your shoulders. “You are safe,” he whispers. “You are safe.” The words falling naturally, almost scripted.

With the added pressure, you can feel your heart rate slowing. You naturally place your hand against his forearm as he tightens his squeeze. You have not felt this in some time. Your eyes close as slow breaths enter and exit your lungs. The silence is comforting. A reminder that nothing is actually happening. Reality is currently safe. You are safe in Kas’ arms. Your body can calm, can take in the cues of relaxation in this warm shower. 

“I am safe,” you whisper as you lightly land your forehead against his forearm. “You are safe, darlin’,” he murmurs. His head laying against your shoulder. And there you both rest. You naked in his arms. Him drenched in his jeans behind you. A tightening embrace underneath a constant stream of warming water.

Dustin has never been the same since that night. He knows his friends are worried about him. That they freak every time he disappears for an hour or two. But they wouldn’t get it. They wouldn’t understand why he needed to visit him. How he would talk to him, even though he wasn’t there. 

He couldn’t even manage to radio Susie back anymore. It didn’t feel right to be happy with Eddie gone. He avoided it, avoided happiness like the plague. He avoided his friends, his family, his mother. He grieves in solitude, unsure of when he will ever be done. 

Every day since, Dustin made the trek to Lover’s Lake. To that spot in the woods where Steve, Nance, Robin, and Eddie went to Watergate. It is the closest he can get to Eddie. To remembering him. To wishing he was still there.

After a few trips back and forth, Dustin could make his way there without the compass - not that the compass was that helpful anyway. He would bring his backpack filled with old DND books, some of which were filled with “Munson’s Property” in thick sharpie. Sometimes he would run his fingers over them, hoping that Eddie was there too.

He would talk about the campaigns he wished he could play with Eddie. The one’s he knew the party would have a great time with. He would reminisce about when Eddie said he was “grooming him - grooming him to become Hellfire’s president. To be the Dungeon master. To be him. 

That is all he could ever want. Well, that and Eddie being alive. 

Another day and Dustin still sits upon his stump beside the lake’s shore. Seventeen rocks still scattered across the dirtied sand. He counts them here and there, ensuring they remain the same number. That everything remains untouched, like that day. But the fog was thicker today.

He could see the purple flecks within the gray mist. He appreciated when it was foggy. It meant he didnt have to think about the gang getting attacked in the middle of the lake. It meant he didn’t have to remember watching his friends and being helpless as they all dove into the dangerous waters. How he watched two of his heroes go in the abyss and never come out. 

Sometimes Dustin wonders if he will see the canoe floating out on the water abandoned one day. Or maybe he’ll find it on the shore somewhere. Maybe there’s something on it? A piece of Eddie, something he left behind. He wanted to venture out but felt glued to this stump. Glued to looking out into the water and hoping Eddie might just come out from the fog. 

Or maybe something will come out and take him. Take him far away from all this pain. Dustin was at his lowest, and yet he could only imagine going lower. Permanent reds to his eyes as tears continue to fall. It is his new norm. A new world without his big brother, without the person he looked up to the most. 

Dustin heard a branch snap behind him. He turns, hoping it’s not Mike or Lucas trying to drag him back to the Wheeler’s, to his mom. He is surprised by the emptiness of the woods. How it reflects how he feels inside. He assumes the noise to be due to an animal. A sigh and he’s turned back around to the lake. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he catches sight of something odd. His head turns to the structure to his left - Reefer Rick’s. “What a shithole,” he mumbles to himself. He places his elbows to his knees as his palms carry the weight of his chin. A light turns on, clear and bright within the fog. Enough to pull his attention back to the building.

Dustin stands with furrowed brows and a need to investigate. Cops were his first thought. Maybe they were still looking for Eddie, or maybe Rick broke out of the jail? Rick did have a tendency to do that. Although, they would always catch him seeing as he would just go home to smoke more dope.

He walks up closer, trying to get a better look, and catches a glimpse of something on the balcony. Another side step and he tries to look past the tops of the trees. There were no beams of flashlights bouncing around the windows. Maybe it wasn’t a raid. Maybe it was more of Jason’s lackeys? Still looking for Eddie, and yet - they’ll never find him. Or maybe they’re looking for Jason? They won’t find him either. 

But who Dustin saw walking out the balcony made his blood instantly run cold. He was frozen, stuck in place, with a jaw dropped and shaking hands. The person is pale with black, wet, stringy hair resting at his shoulders. A familiar stance and posture that Dustin knew all too well.

Large, healed wounds wrapping from his lower back, across his side ribs, and a bit of his front. A familiar spider tattooed across his chest. The figure had a white towel wrapped around his waist. He is looking out - looking out into the lake. Just as Dustin was. 

His heart starts pounding. In an unrecognizable world he now finds himself in, he finally sees the one he has missed so dearly. “Eddie,” falls from his lips like a whisper. As though it was a secret that was never meant to be spoken. A secret that only Dustin knows. The hope that he might be back, that maybe he never left. 

Before his mind could register, Dustin’s feet were already running around the battered house, faster than he thought possible. His bag and compass left hastily by the shore. He stumbles trying to find his footing against the worn wooden steps as his fist crashes against the front door. All the excitement pumping through his body as he hears steps grow louder behind the door. 

It opens. And Dustin feels everything. 

note: hi, katrina here. i didn’t feel like it would work in the story (timeline wise), but i wanted to share that i most def wanted eddie to go up there and beat her dad’s ass. let me know what you think, please? ♥️

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[multishipper33]

Hi we could be like best friends or something because I also am queer, autistic and a girl who likes mcyt, rarepairs, multishipping, (poly shipping), and music (I love music).

Also I voted flower ranchers in that one poll you really wanted to win, didn’t even see your begging for it until after I’d voted I just prefer flower ranchers. You can write me a Drabble if you want I don’t mind, maybe some hurt/comfort 👀

Haha you seem awesome, I’m happy to befriend you- it;s nice to meet you, Pear!! I hope we become better friends over the course of time :]]]

Thanks for the prompt dude- I tried, angst isn’t my strong suit

This won;t be that good if you’re looking for some quality hurt/comfort just go to ao3 or something

I made this while listening to Joel’s neck kisses playlist you’re welcome

CW: SWEARING, TERRIBLE JOKES, SH!TTY FORMATTING

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Against his communicator, a small ‘ding!’ sound alerted him to the session’s end.

He cheered near valiantly as his timer was put on pause again, as his sword became unusable for combat, and as the anxiety was lifted from his shoulders at once.

Just as he was about to collapse on his bed and sleep for a solid thirteen hours, there was a knock at the door.

He grumbled to himself as he got up, opening the door to-

A very injured Etho, is what.

Etho opened his mouth to speak.

“…nope.” Joel mumbled, closing the door. Not today, fate!!

"Waitwaitwaitwaitwait-" Etho shouted, pushing the door with what seemed to be a more than slightly injured arm.

He sighed. “Just… just this once. I didn’t know where else to go.”

Joel opens his mouth to say something, hesitates, then closes it again.

“…fine, just get in before you catch a cold or something.”

He practically pulled Etho inside then, grumbling to himself about it being the end of session or something.

Joel led Etho to a small side room, one of those that used to be inhabited by pillagers, probably.

“Sit.” He said, “I’ll be back with some bandages and stuff. Don’t burn this place down or whatever.”

So he walks downstairs, grabs a first aid kit (the kinda thing the Watchers gave them for post-session), and walks back up the stairs.

Etho is in more or less the same position as he was before. Joel tosses the first aid kit in his general direction, missing completely.

As per usual.

He sighs and walks over to it, grabbing things like gauze and bandages.

“You do what you can reach yourself, I’ll do your back.”

Etho nods, yet he didn’t move an inch.

“…I can’t reach your back unless I have access to it, Eefo. You don’t need to take your shirt off or anything, but at least unzip the vest.”

He hesitates, before unzipping it and pulling his sweater down enough where Joel could see some sorta nasty burn.

Ouch, probably lava. Brutal.

“Have you put it under cold water yet?” Joel asked, voice barely a whisper.

Etho nods, wordless yet again.

Joel bites his lip. Cold water, next to clean it… who knows what was in that lava?

“Okay, just… hold still, I’m gonna clean it and it’s gonna hurt like a bitch.” He said, grabbing one of those alcohol wipes. That’s how you clean burns, right?

He sure fucking hoped so.

He watched as Etho’s face contorted in pain, watched as he fisted a hand into the sheets he was under, and wanted to make it to he’d never have to see that again.

“Okay, just- I think that’s clean, it looks fairly good to me…” Joel mumbles, rummaging around in the bag once again for some of that…

What was it called again? Polyamory???

Yeah, probably.

“I’m just gonna rub some of this… poly-something on the thing. Apparently that does something? I dunno, but it won’t sting as much.” He rambled, putting it on in the process.

Joel looked down at the first aid kit once again. Gauze or bandage?

Bandage, right?

He put it on the burn, and as he looked up at Etho, Joel felt a surge of something pained and familiar and all-wrong.

“Well. There you go. I don’t think there’s anything all too serious anywhere else, and now you have a slightly more functioning shoulder to do everything else with. You’re welcome.”

“…thanks.” Etho muttered, pulling his shirt collar back up and zipping his vest back up.

And wordlessly, with a piece of Joel’s heart in his hands, Etho left.

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