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coredrill · 11 months

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i have (rightfully) seen approximately a bajillion and one peni-shinji memes and as a certified gurren lagann enjoyer TM i just gotta remind everyone that. she goes to school with simon too!!!!

#SO WHEN SHE USES A DRILL IN BTSV……………..yall will know your herstory!!!!#also i think this panel is so funny. he’s so focused but you know there is NOTHING happening in that brain 😭#wheres that one pic of him in school from the first ttgl movie fully asleep LMAO #f: marvel #marvel: comics #c: edge of spider verse vol. 1 (2014)#ch: peni parker #ch: simon jiha #t.txt

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msommers · 1 year

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AM I WALKING TOWARDS SOMETHING I SHOULD BE RUNNING AWAY FROM?

LUCINDA "LUCE" ARMITAGE ↳ MC for The Fernweh Saga by @lacunafiction

#ch: lucinda armitage #graphic #graphic: lucinda #verse: tfs #the fernweh saga #it's the way she nearly perfectly slotted into this world/story it's so fun #2/3 of the skills in-game were already on her list of abilities that she has for motw/lovecraftian verses #beloved medium babygirl (now w friends and a proper love interest lmao)#missing scene: luce n grandpa henry nearly imploding from seeing each other mid retrocognition n precognition visions #that's how medium/psychic powers work trust me i know for a fact (am lying)#imposing the weird spooky girl who talks about ghosts during recess onto fernweh but it's fine she fits in #dunno if she'd actually talk to them in this verse but it's funny lmao #luce voice hello everyone i'm back after spending years on occult studies & parapsychology so i'm qualified to say: this place creepy :/#i haven't done a like. strictly aesthetic set in a while this feels wild #usually my graphic posts have about 10 layers of character info shoved into them #this set manages 1) she's wearing the vintage fit even if the option isn't there 2) nerd 3) her zoning out habit lol #ANYWAY everyone go check out tfs it's 12/10

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lifesver · 7 months

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@ultescape said: [ support ] - also reverse... perhaps supporting leland out of the house :/ + @fcused said: [ catch ] - for receiver to catch sender as they stumble or collapse from exhaustion / sickness / injuries + reverse. / concussed retriever after running it down mid on 2hp type beat.

leland makes stumbled, half-blind steps down the dust road in the dark. julie has his arm looped over her shoulder, teeth pressed together tight as she does her best to steer them both toward the de-activated cattle grid up ahead. everyone else had made it past the gates already.

he had fallen behind, and made sure of it.

in that moment, grappling with johnny, growling to julie to run — please, julie, just fucking go — he hadn't cared what would happen to him. he hadn't expected anyone to turn around.

but julie had. julie wouldn't let him get away with something so fucking stupid.

the dark treeline tilts around them. vision bends — has been bending, since johnny nailed him right into the dirt, with a rough hand in his hair, and snarled taunts in his ear. and then he did that a few more times, again, and again, until something snapped, ugly and wrong and white-hot painful, until leland came up gasping on dirt and blood.

but julie had turned around. in a moment, the weight was off his back. in a moment, julie had plunged pointed end of bone into the man's shoulder. enough time to turn the tables, for leland to reverse them, knee dug into the man's ribcage, as he'd cracked knuckles into the jackal's face over and over. until jackal spat up sharp gurgles of blood beneath him. until he stopped taunting. until he kept his friends' names out of his sneering mouth.

rage, shaking, twisting, visceral. wanted him to pay for it. for ever laying a hand on maria, on any of them —

leland, leland. that's enough —

he had made a mess of the guys face, and his own hands, by then. he should have killed him. he would have. he didn't. he let julie drag him up and off the man, pulled him staggering through the rows of sunflowers.

and ruined knuckles are the least of his problems. his nose is probably broken. the sharp, nervy sting of it reached up into his split eyebrow. the jagged blade swipe across his face feels sticky with fresh and drying blood. and beneath that, his temple, the line of his jaw, bruising sickly purple. he guesses he could thank the adrenaline, for how his face had bypassed burning, and ebbed into an uncomfortable numbness, instead.

come on, leland! it's only a little further, come on —

leland is all but on autopilot — whittled down to the emergency services going off single-file in his brain, that tell him to move, to run, to breathe. his sense returns in pieces, registering the sound of the man still sputtering curses in the dirt some distance behind them. that they have to move fast. that maybe the guy wasn't going to be getting up any time soon, but julie had said something — something about the older man in the white shirt, shambling toward the generator.

❝ jules. ❞ he croaks, around his bloody nose, to which she doesn't answer, at first, just hurries them along with a ragged determination. it's just a little further, she repeats. neither of them have the breath to spare.

❝ 'm sorry. ❞ he says, anyway. she knows exactly for what. the sound is thick with the blood spilling freely over his hand. again, she doesn't answer, but her brow worries. there are new mascara tracks, bleeding down her dirtied cheeks.

they pass over the cattle grid. the cattle grid zaps to life on their heels.

then, the lights of that god-awful house are finally fading behind them. he can hear a slurry of voice from up ahead, julie throwing a breathless scream of connie's name.

footsteps quicken toward them. he staggers, misses a step, and julie crumbles off-balance with his weight, too — but this time another pair of hands catch him at the arm. the three of them stabilize. leland blinks against a dizzied rush of ginger hair, and connie's underwater voice next to his ear. his knees wobble, threaten to give, but he refrains from taking them all to the ground with him.

connie's holding his messy face in her hands, trying to get his unfocused eyes on her; leland, leland, hey — and relief flashes in his chest. of course. connie had gotten the gate unlocked. connie, who he had last seen in that slaughterhouse, staring back at him in terror. not unlike now.

❝ hey, ❞ he answers, with a casual gentleness, that rakes against his abused throat. i'm okay, he wants to reassure. jules saved me, but you could probably tell. he settles for an earnest ❝ sorry. 'm late. ❞ his smile is weak, and half-loopy. if he were feeling less like smeared roadkill, maybe he would have a better joke.

more hurried, staggered footsteps approach, and it's sonny, and danny, and ana. eyes squeeze tight, as saltwater wells and stings; thank god. thank fucking god. he can hear their voices, exhausted, indistinct around him, sonny's hands on his shoulders, taking julie's place on his other side. we thought we lost you, man. leland lilts his head, to gently bump against sonny's with a soft laugh. and he squeezes julie's hand, mumbles an equally-soft thank-you-jules, as he transfers her to danny's arms. danny whispers thank-yous of shaking desperation into her hair, too.

everyone, hurt bad. terrified, far from help. but alive.

leland's eyes return to connie; ❝ ... don't worry. not all mine, ❞ he mumbles, in some vague justification to his sorry state. as though a strong ninety-percent of the gore-splatter wasn't, in fact, just his. as if she hadn't probably seen him, seen all of it. seen him back in the slaughter house, too. wild-eyed, wildfire anger.

a hazy ache beats the inside of his skull. something that felt like another apology.

he had worried her. had probably scared her, too.

leland anchors on her blurring features, even as his eyes flutter, and try to blink back rising water. and the night threatens to spin and swoop and darken around him. one hand comes up to cradle her face, threadbare smile still clinging faintly. thumb smears blood on her cheek, by accident, and he laughs, or sobs, and the tears spill anyway, speckle her muddied flannel.

❝ i'm so glad you're okay. ❞

#leland when his girls save him: TT__TT #the thing is what if they lived and all held each other in brief but relative safety what then #sorry for the combined draft it just ... it just happened like th #ultescape #fcused #( ☆ ) ⸻ THE FILM WHICH YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE... / ic.#( ☆ ) ⸻ CH. 1 / verse.

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wcnderfulandstrange · 2 months

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maggie: is loudly anti-monster

also maggie: ends up with a vampire for a bestie, another vampire for a baby daddy, a half-vampire for a kid, and a werewolf for a boyfriend

#// i will elaborate more in her verses / bio 😌#// the poor girl is bait for them i'm afraid #// she doesn't trust supernatural entities after all the shit she's been through....but that's like half the town lmao #// she befriends most of them eventually once she's sure they're not out for her blood #// she's still always gonna be barn's no. 1 hater tho 🖕#ch study / maggie.#headcanons / maggie.

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fortune-maiden · 2 months

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One thing I don't really like about Ch 5-6 so far is that with all the characters unlocked it's really hard to keep track of which characters are with with group half of the time

All of the mirror doubles aren't helping xD

#warriors orochi 3 #ran into an awkward situation with oichi who I'm pretty sure was present for both the first ch 5 stage (although not sure...)#and the oda vs. wei ch 5 stage #yet is acting confused about the prospect of a nagamasa double in ch 6 #possibly she was not there in the oda ch 5 stage though but I put her in my party since it seemed fitting #and she does have unique dialogue for the nobunaga double...#anyway a part of me wishes ch 5-6 did not allow you to freely use anyone for any stage #just to make it easier to keep track of the plot xD #(but on the other hand i am using my trained up units to trivialize most of the stages)#(my part tends to be 1-2 plot relevant characters and Nuwa/Sterk/Sima Zhao for easy mode)#on another side note I like the detail of Hanbei seemingly being on team Azai for this game #it makes sense since he doesn’t like Nobunaga and there’s no real reason for him to be working for Hideyoshi in this verse #pity that they don’t have any bond convos though

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ghostlynimbus · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson Additional Tags: Canon Rewrite, Alternate Universe - BDSM, Non-Sexual Submission, Sub Chrissy Cunningham, Verse Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Lives, Chrissy Cunningham Lives, Cheating, on Jason, Non-Consensual Domination, (in life or death scenarios), Dubious Consent, Dom Jason Carver, Dom Laura Cunningham, Dom/sub, Vecna's Curse (Stranger Things), Eventual Happy Ending, Eddie Munson Loves Chrissy Cunningham, Chrissy Cunningham Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Minor Jason Carver/Chrissy Cunningham, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Rating May Change

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A good sub listens to their dom. A good sub obeys their dom’s orders. A good sub doesn’t seek out drugs when they know that their dom doesn’t want them using any. Especially not when the local drug dealer is a verse that their dom has explicitly told them to stay away from. Chrissy is supposed to be a good sub. Chrissy has to be a good sub. If she could only get some sleep, without these horrible nightmares that have been plaguing her, she’s sure she could do it. Sure that she could be good again. She just needs some help.

A dom/sub designation AU.

#eddissy #munningham #hellcheer #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #stranger things #fic #ghost.txt #This is the fic that won the poll i ran #fic: command me to be well #dom/sub au #designation au #sub chrissy cunningham #verse eddie munson #s4 rewrite #ch 1 amounts to 12.5 votes worth of content so we've still got a bit of this to go #but the rest will come out when it comes up in the RNG #wip motivation poll

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merveiilles · 1 year

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆˚ ⁭ ✧. ┊┊ @aworldofyou · liked!

ㅤㅤ❝𝓗ave you heard about all the stuff going on--?❞ Embry asked, tucking his hands into the pockets of his longer hemmed shorts as he looked over toward the other man. ❝I mean, how could you not... people in the community talk.❞ He gave a small shrug of his right shoulder. ❝Those vampires coming back into the area has only made things worse.❞

#aworldofyou #☆|| ch;; embry call #☆|| verse 01;; embry call #:☆: this was made especially for you! ( closed starters )#// I hope this is okay?#// figured maybe bd pt 1?

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oathfeared-mov · 2 years

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The words have Eddie’s mouth snapping shut —— a barbed, teasing remark halted on his tongue. Guilt prickles at him as he purses his lips, his dark brows furrowed.. ❛❛ What? c’mon... ❜❜ Eddie admonishes in a huff, & even if it’s hard for him to be honest like this, he hates to think there was any doubt in Stan’s mind that Eddie truly cares about him. His expression softens considerably as he thinks about what he had said moments ago, something a bit too sarcastic, a bit too sharp, & he’s sighing, looking right into Stan’s eyes imploringly. ❛❛ I didn’t mean it like that... of course I like you... dumbass... ❜❜

it never helped anything that stan was the youngest of them, and that it was often the butt of jokes. and granted, he was used to it most of the time. but there was just a limit as to how much he could take. he was always the one to get picked on.. if it wasn't his kippah then it was his vast knowledge of birds. or even the fact that he was a year below them. and sometimes it sounded like eddie and richie were serious when they threw barbed jokes at him.

shifting nervously, brows furrowed as he stared down at his hands. he didn't want to look at eddie's face, not like this. not when he was feeling this vulnerable and unsure of himself but he forced himself to. even if this was his only show of strength he had in him. "it doesn't seem like it sometimes. gets kind of hard being the butt of every joke you and richie make lately." richie, he was used to. richie was his best friend and he knew the jokes weren't serious. eddie was a harder read sometimes. "doesn't seem like you like me at all." which was funny, because he came into the loser's club the same time as richie when they helped them build the dam with ben. "it's fine, eddie. really." he reached up and fingertips pulled at his right earlobe without thinking too much about it.

@gazeboed

#i love them ur honor #gazeboed #xxi 。 verse 。 ch. 1 #i didnt know to continue the actual ask or make a new thread so #i made a new thread LOL

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oathfeared · 2 years

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knuckles bled and fingers ached and throbbed as he clenched and unclenched his fist. he'd never outright punched anyone before, let alone one of bowers' friends, but he had crossed the line and stan acted before he thought better of it. rocks were one thing, fists were something completely different.

surely he just signed his own death certificate.

once his pulse settled down and he could hear eddie's voice again, stan turned to look at his friend once vic had retreated. "i wasn't about to stand by and watch you get pummeled, eddie. it's okay, really. it's fine." honestly he would do it for any of his friends, but eddie shouldn't have to be dealing with these assholes on top of what he already had to deal with. "you'd do the same for me, right?" he knew the answer before he even had to ask, but there was that lopsided grin that spread across thin lips as he wiped his hands on his shorts.

@gazeboed - “you really don’t have to do that. not for me.”

#hdahfh i love them #gazeboed #xv 。 answered ask #xxi 。 verse 。 ch. 1

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convxction · 2 months

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I think Rebecca may be Chrom’s type. Unsure however, more testing might be needed

A true match made in heaven. No, he is not staring at her like she is the only thing he can see? She's everything he could hope for. He thought his world was colorful but with her, he is seeing new colors he didn't see before--sights, experiences, heck smells.

Life with her is PERFECT.

"Well, well, queen of Ylisse, what are you trying to achieve with this? Haven't you already stole and locked this heart to be yours, and yours only?" hand placed on his chest, over his heart. "Aren't you a bit greedy, my love?"

Hands gently cups her face, thumbs caressing her cheeks before he kisses her softly. "You don't have to write papers or fill in anything; I love you, and I know you love me. No need for all these roundabouts, perhaps this is the only shortcut I believe in--" and he kisses her again. "Direct and sweet... your style, no?" he chuckles at her leaning to kiss him again. "See? Screw papers... Rebecca, you have my heart and my love. I could've never asked for a better friend, partner and a wife than you. Thank you for giving me all these great memories--thank you for giving me a family, a warm home to return to every day."

are you mister fayre embrumu's type? | accepting | @pieman1112

#ic.||#pieman1112 #verse.|| the sky travelers #[your honor..........this is illegal she knew she would get them all slkdjfsd greedyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!#[I LOVE YOU REBECCA WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #[add give him a father figure too #[she loved him/gave him confidence in his actions/got a father in hunter/gave him a big family/keeps him on his toes #[what else can she do for him???????? ALSO HELLO?? GHOSTY IN LAWS XDDDDDD #[with rebecca he got everything..thank you for loving chro m ;u;#[hes just pointing at her: my wife my queen my everything i love you i love you i love you i love you i love ----#[naga bless these two for eternity #[SLAMS HANDS ON DESK. LOOK AT HOW THEY COME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 #[them: staring at each other (weird...)#[also them after a while: *stealing glances at each other* meanwhile hunter: HMMMMMMM......#[later on: krumb: ok i ...--rebecca: i like you~ ch/rom: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! o-oh...i like you too ;u #[hunter in a corner: let me warn you. i got guns. lots of them.#[c/hrom: no problem. shoot me if i make her cry #[also chr/om: he wont shoot me right????????#[I CAN WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT THESE TWO #[i didnt event mention their trips to the UEG ...#[or their children growing up..........#[or rebecca knowing how much he liked a big family that she gave him lucina thomas maria chloe and sawsan...........................waa...w #[is2g im ...imlovethemsobs #[to hell with swords when he got the perfect waifu

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floripire · 6 months

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@burygods / continued from here for nora grey

"you know that meme that's like 'headphones on, world off'? that's me. allegedly." floribeth laughs, then. "but my phone will be on and next to me the entire time. honestly, vee won't know what hit her, she's gonna be so surprised."

#burygods #floribeth dalisay / main verse.#//i'm at like ch 11 of book 1 so idk if the vee/nora friendship makes it all the way through but for now: have this ;P #//also i was gonna make it angsty and all triad industries related / malivore related but then i was like nahhh let's go for smth soft #queue.

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dxsole · 1 year

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@notquiteahitman | Cont. from X

He wouldn’t have heard her come in; she had slipped out of her heels before entering his office, soft, sock clad feet slowly making their way around his desk and behind him.

He did look so fragile right now, didn’t he? Clearly impaired in some way not to notice her presence— she could quickly snap his neck and be rid of him once and for all, couldn’t she? It’s a tempting thought that sends a shiver down her spine...but she knew that would be unsatisfactory...after all, she’d want him to know she was the one to kill him.

We’ll just save that for a rainy day, won’t we? “Wouldn’t the knocking make you even more irritable, hm?” She muses, keeping her voice soft...it seemed like she could be considerate when she wanted to. “You’re tense. I’m just trying to help.”

#ch: didi #notquiteahitman #Verse: I Need 100 Black Coffins for 100 Bad Men #idk what her thoughts are on breslin anymore tbh it's just #1. Obsessed #2. Needs Validation From Boss #3. Wants To Kill Him In A Romantic Manner #4. Wants To Kill Him...Period

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msommers · 10 months

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when the media you're consuming to cope goes far enough to convince you to make some characters oop [template]

#graphic #ch: anselma #ch: lisette buvelle #ch: melantha #verse: runeterra #ok so the thing is that nobody is allowed to @ me for making league of legends ocs #anselma has been in my head for years now but the other two came from lore reading lately #the other thing is i've spent too much time on that wiki and my eyes have passive aching now from it #so i refuse to do any further research on timelines and whether these gals could be lore accurate #they're just here to be cute and for me to have fun #melantha's personality types are all pre-transformation i'm too lazy to figure out her new ones lmao #lisette has one (1) magic dot bc i'm giving her a treat (magic from a gem in some item i give her dunno yet)#i've also just recently realized that i could arrange anselma and lisette meeting so that's fun n sexy #anyway shyvana evaporate challenge i guess your jarvan plot was weird last i checked anyway #every bit of this information could change at any moment (including names) but who cares tbh #graphic: lisette #graphic: anselma #graphic: melantha

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lifesver · 7 months

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@johnnysslaughter said: [ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] : sender pins the receiver against a wall out of sheer rage.

okay. let's avoid getting stabbed again. leland catches johnny's wrist just in time ― strains white-knuckled to keep the red-point of the blade from plunging into his shoulder. twisting his grip in a swift motion, he forces johnny to drop the knife ― and it clatters to the floor a few feet away. leland can still see the wicked shard of ribcage protruding from the man's shoulder. it had hardly slowed him down.

and johnny is far from unthreatening, even without that skinning knife. something like an animal. something that wanted to rip into you with bare hands and gnashing teeth. he lunges like an animal, throws off leland's center of balance. he can feel every muscle quake with the impact, teeth clacking together painfully as the back of his head strikes the wall behind him. open wounds in his back flare with hot-cold pain, drag a hiss from his teeth. he doesn't let go. hands drop to grapple at johnny's arms, his shirt, anywhere he could reach, or throw a punch.

of course, there was some kind of sick pride, in seeing those wild, dark eyes flash back at him angry ― really fucking angry, this time. good. fucking good. terrifying, too. like a storm system rolling in on all sides. you had ― for just a moment, stopped being some small prey animal he could bat between his claws. for just a moment in this hellish exchange, you had made him feel what you felt. leland gives a ragged, scathing laugh in his face. ❝ what? ❞ he rasps, low and exhausted, ❝ you not having fun anymore? you sick. fuck. ❞

he gets punched for that. a snake-strike with heavy-handed precision. the back of his head hits the wall a second time, and the sound of the impact isn't nice. fist-to-nose-to-wall. crack. a third time. blood spatters sideways. motherfucker hits hard. jaw numbs. there's a pulse in his bruising face, now. blood spills freely down over his lips, vision stinging and blurring around that scarred snarl. leland's hold loosens for just a second, and he swings a dizzy, clumsy elbow at johnny, who catches forearm in a bruising grip easily ― slams it into the wall next to his head. that hurts too, hits the wrong spot and draws a yelp.

leland spits in his face, tries to sweep johnny's leg out from under him with a kick. he gets a boot in the shin, and his other wrist pinned for that ― and johnny's mouth twists into a bleeding, wolfish grin, now. both of their blood in stark spatters on his face. turns his stomach, makes leland writhe and gasp curses in the man's hold. chest heaves, face burns, eyes smouldering something hateful at johnny. christ. he wishes he could crack that too-many-teeth smile off the fucker's face. he wishes he didn't feel like prey, again. knows he doesn't have johnny outmatched in muscle, or size. only thing he could bank on, was that he was sure as shit quicker.

well, what's one more count of head trauma, after all?

he drags breath in, out. yeah, okay.

❝ fuck you. ❞

fuck this. fuck being prey. something wound up tight snaps its teeth, comes apart full of shrapnel. with a low growl, leland lurches at johnny ― nails him with a headbutt, as hard as he possibly can. not frozen like a deer in the headlights anymore. not waiting for the storm to run him down first. fuck this. fuck being scared.

voice ricochets staccato, violent, in the narrow hallway; ❝ that all you got, motherfucker!? ❞

#me when i look at the discussion at hand and then back at this thing i was picking away at #call that guys being dudes #bro... we are sworn enemies... it's ok to pin me to a wall -#johnnysslaughter #violence cw #( ☆ ) ⸻ CH. 1 / verse.#( ☆ ) ⸻ THE FILM WHICH YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE... / ic.

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scout1031 · 1 year

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𝖙𝖆𝖌 𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 2. 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘.

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xirayn · 1 year

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Like Biting Bats (Very Metal)

Read Ch 1 of the full fic here

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Eddie is not too proud to admit that his singing isn't great. He can carry a tune, sure, but he doesn't have the control or confidence that he has with the guitar. There have also been times he has gotten lost in his playing and completely forgotten vocals. The rest of the band isn't much better. Gareth yells more than anything, Grant is notoriously pitchy, and Jeff's voice didn't work with the music they played.

It is a definite weak spot for the band, but Eddie has a plan.

The current song they are rehearsing comes to an abrupt stop when Steve starts down the driveway with his hands in his pockets. Eddie glances at the clock. His van is in the shop, so he is temporarily reliant on the Harrington Taxi Service the Party uses. Sure enough, it's his designated pickup time.

Eddie's eyes meet Steve’s. He smirks before launching into Master of Puppets. There is a beat before the band joins in. Steve rolls his eyes as the heavy rift growls through the air, but amusement tugs at the corner of his mouth.

They've listened to Metallica in the car as part of Eddie's attempts at improving Steve’s musical tastes. Other bands, as well, but Metallica is significant to both of them for obvious reasons. In return, Eddie has had to endure Steve's collection of new wave music. Considering he's getting rides for free, he doesn't complain more than the expected amount. 'Take on Me' also sounds a lot better to him in Steve's husky tenor.

Eddie steps back from the mic with his eyes sparkling with a dare. Steve accepts by walking up to the mic and Eddie practically vibrates as the first verse leaves Steve's lips. Eddie leans in to sing the echoes of the chorus into the mic with him. Electricity sparks and flashes between them; crackles through their skin as their hearts beat in time with the drums.

Eddie widens his stance. His hair flies as he gets fully into his performance. It takes him a moment to realize the rest of the band has stopped. They are staring at Steve with raw wonder.

"Fuck, I can't believe I'm saying this, but can Harrington join the band?" Gareth says it as a joke, only he is looking at the others as if to gauge their reactions.

Steve simply laughs it off. "Sure, I'll have my people call your people. Come on, Eds. Get your stuff." He gestures vaguely in no direction at all and heads back to the car.

The band speaks in low murmurs as Eddie packs up. When he waves and starts to leave, Jeff ducks forward to grab his elbow.

"Hey, talk to him about it," he says, glancing over Eddie's shoulder at where Steve is leaning against the driver side door waiting. "Our vocals are weak and that was- We need that chemistry, man."

The plan is going as Eddie had planned before the word 'chemistry'. It rolls around his head; gathers thoughts and memories to become too large to ignore. A skipped heartbeat at the crinkle of Steve's smile or a look lingering on the curve of his jaw combines with times Eddie's mind had drifted to the other man to become a realization.

"Huh." Eddie looks back at Steve for a moment too long. He turns back to Jeff with a laugh in his eyes and a grin that is all teeth. This will be interesting. "Yeah, I'll talk to him."

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #corroded coffin #steddie fic #Let Steve be in the band #stranger things au #steddie au

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