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chelseeebe · 5 months

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wherever you stray (i follow)

more apocalypse au! yayyy

i actually really am enjoying writing this bc it’s so different.. i haven’t really decided if it’s zombies or UD related but i guess it’s not explicitly mentioned yet.. anyway, there may or may not be an appearance from someone from steve’s past.. we’ll have to see

i’m sorry everything is taking so long.. it’s the festive period and i am working like crazy while also trying to see my friends and acc enjoy the time so my writing time is limited

as always, 18+.

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steve had never expected life on the road to be so.. fun?

he feels weird even thinking about it because in all honesty, the shit you’d both endured while on this journey had been anything but fun. he thinks, or rather knows, that if it were anyone else but you, he’d have turned back a long time ago.

you’re not easy on him by any means, coaxing him into walking to the next town over after he’d already proclaimed he was done for the night and making him open the scary doors while you stood poised. nevertheless, he enjoyed it.

that was until now, when everything was flipped on its head and you were the one begging to call it a night.

‘steve,’ you warn from somewhere behind him. he barely glances back, keeping on hobbling forward. his leg was throbbing, the pain searing up to his thigh, but he’d never tell you that.

steve had got caught up in some barbed wire a few days ago, the sharp metal had torn his leg to shreds. it was an almighty wound that had set you back a couple of days in the schedule. you’d been petrified of tetanus, asking him hourly if he was sure that he’d had his vaccinations, tenderly prodding the painful area as you muttered a plethora of symptoms of infection.

there wasn’t really much he could do except bandage it up and hope he didn’t die. maybe a few years ago he would’ve freaked the hell out over it but now he’d realised that that never helped anybody. it especially would not help you.

‘i’m fine,’ he grits, stopping to turn and look at you. your face painted with the deepest frown, arms crossed over your chest. it was reminiscent of his mother, how she’d stand a the kitchen table when he’d come home with yet another black eye. except he felt you actually cared, she had just wanted an explanation.

‘no you’re not,’ you assert, as if you knew him better than himself. hey, after this maybe you did. ‘there’s a perfectly good house here.. we can rest for a while and i can check your leg,’ you bargain with him, trying the puppy dog eye technique that very often won him over.

steve holds his hands up, he wasn’t going to let you win this one, not after he had been the sole reason you guys were so behind. ‘i’m okay.. i don’t need to rest, i’ve got at least another two miles in me,’ toothy grin on full display.

‘i’m not going back and forth with you, we’re stopping here for the night.’

he sighs as you stomp angrily up to him, ‘i am fine.. no we’re not. why don’t you just believe me?’

steve thinks he sees hell in your eyes, the scorn of the devil written all over your face, ‘because i love you and i don’t want you to lose your fucking leg for the sake of two extra miles,’ your brows knotted together in pure rage.

he doesn’t respond, decides it’s better for his health not to. rather just nodding, letting you guide him towards the, hopefully, derelict house. your words ring around his head, echoing loudly as you do all of the heavy lifting, checking the house and ensuring there were no nasty surprises.

love.

you said you love him.

he wouldn’t ever admit to it, but he’d been toying with the same thought for at least two weeks now. deciding over and over again that it couldn’t possibly be love, it was too soon. he was just.. infatuated, or something.

but hearing the words straight from your mouth solidified his feelings.

the moment you clear one of the upstairs bedrooms and bundle him inside, his grin is unstoppable. reaching his eyes as he just stands staring, waiting for you to finish barricading the damn door before he speaks.

‘what?’ you question, startled by his stillness, ‘what are you looking at?’

‘what d’you say outside?’ he doesn’t take his eyes off of you even as you rush around, checking the windows and then slinging the heavy bag into the floor.

you blink back at him until it clicks, ‘wha- oh,’ your cheeks burn, suddenly much more interested in the room than him, ‘please don’t.’

‘you said you love me,’ steve beams, ignoring your warning though he’d probably regret it.

‘steve, i didn’t-,’

he cuts you off before you can even finish, not allowing you to play the bashful game, ‘you didn’t mean it? i don’t believe you,’ his unfaltering smile still occupying his entire face, right up to his eyes.

you punch his arm, now stood directly in front of him, ‘i didn’t mean to say it like that,’ your own smile inches onto your lips, he’s almost begging you to let it out, ‘i thought it’d be a little more romantic than this,’ gesturing towards the rundown house you stood in.

‘i don’t think romance exists anymore,’ his arms snake around your waist, pulling you closer as you use his shoulders for leverage, ‘say it again.’

you groan, hands coming to connect around his grubby neck, ‘do i have to?’

‘yes.’

steve adores how diffident you become, ducking your head down before the words form and the very quietly squeaking out a tiny, ‘i love you.’

it’s enough for him, his grin growing tenfold, ‘i love you too,’ bumping his nose against yours, drawing your attention back to his face rather than the splintered floorboards.

what’s left of the pale sunlight reflects off of your eye, practically glimmering at him, ‘i know,’ you giggle quietly, ‘you said it in your sleep the other night..’

his smile drops, ‘what? you weren’t supposed to find out like that,’ sighing softly, his stupid, drugged up brain had let it slip before he even had the chance to.

you respond by pressing your sweet lips to his, god he wishes he had some chapstick. you deserve more than his cracked lips.

far more than this world could offer you.

though he would certainly try his hardest.

steve normally took first watch because he knew if he didn’t, you’d never wake him up for his shift, rather letting him sleep all night but tonight he doesn’t argue. his leg hurts too much to waste time going back and forth with you.

it’s only when he wakes up to a room full of sunlight that he starts to question how long he’d been out. there’s an echo of his name coming from somewhere, still too encompassed by sleep to figure out what the hell was going on.

‘look who’s finally awake,’ the voice starts but it’s not you.

you’re not next to him either, his arms cradle the pillow where your body should’ve been. that’s when he turns, the bedroom door flung open and a familiar figure looms in the doorway.

‘tommy?’ he croaks out, sitting up against the headboard.

what the hell was happening?

you’re nowhere to be seen, the makeshift barricade pushed back against the wall rather than where it should’ve been. his mind instantly flashes to the worst case scenario, you’ve been taken or tommy has done something to you.

holy shit.

‘stevie! i didn’t know if you’d recognise me,’ tommy leers, still lingering in the doorway, hand poised on his gun.

steve hadn’t seen the boy in years at this point, not properly. they passed each other in the halls but after the whole ordeal with jonathan in the alley, they hadn’t spoke since. which steve was eternally grateful for, the red head was in simple terms, an asshole. there was no part of him that wanted to be involved with people like that.

‘what the hell are you doing here?’ steve questions, voice still heavy with sleep.

god he hopes this is just a bad dream and any second now, he’ll wake up and you’ll be by his side.

tommy’s face drops in faux-offence, ‘c’mon man, is that any way to treat an old friend?’ the side of his lips curling up. he always was a horrible person, provoking people til they had no choice but to respond.

‘how’d you know i was here?’ he asks, deciding not to mention you on the off chance you had just run off and tommy had no idea of your existence.

‘i was searchin’ houses.. thought you’d be smarter than this man, sleepin’ with no protection,’ his eyes fall to steve’s leg, eyebrows raised with opportunity, ‘and you’re hurt,’ the boy tuts, ‘this should be easy then.’

steve stiffens up, his bag was on the floor next to the bed, there’s no chance he’s faster than tommy.. he’d never get it in time.

it’s then that steve’s eyes flit to you, appearing silently behind tommy in the doorway. his heart drops. you were alive. tommy clocks on immediately, eyes following steve’s gaze to your looking figure behind. but before he can turn around fully, the baseball bat connects with his cranium, his body falling to the floor with a mighty thump.

you stand staring at the lifeless body for a moment, chest heaving as you step over him and over to the bed. wide-eyed and trembling, god knows how much of that you heard.

‘oh my god you’re okay,’ steve starts, reaching up to hold onto your cheeks, ‘i thought something had happened.. jesus christ where were you?’ he’s trying not to sound like such an overbearing mother but it’s not exactly working.

‘your leg was hot.. i went to go find medicine, i barricaded it from the other side but i didn’t think that asshole would show up,’ your hand caresses his atop of your cheek, ‘i got the medicine though,’ you look somewhat hopeful, pulling the bottle from your pocket and presenting it to him.

once steve has calmed down a little, he takes two of whatever it is, looking nervously at his ex-friend still on the floor, ‘i can’t believe you killed him..’ he trails off, even if he didn’t particularly like tommy, he didn’t want him dead.

your face screws up, pausing as you shove your belongings into your rucksack, ‘he’s not dead steve,’ you state, features contorted as you glare at him.

‘oh,’ he chuckles awkwardly, relief washing over him. ‘well shit,’ a smile twitches at the corner of his lips, taking over when you shake your head in disappointment. look, he wasn’t the brightest, never had been.

‘he’s probably gonna wake up soon so we need to get the hell outta’ here,’ you frown, glancing at the lifeless body.

you trundle over, taking the man’s gun from his hand, patting his pockets for anymore concealed weapons he may have. pulling a small switchblade from his back pocket, steve recognises it immediately. he’d been there when tommy had carved his and carol’s initials into some old tree in the woods by school. he wonders if it’s still there now.

‘how d’you know this guy anyway?’ you ask, slipping the knife into your own pocket. he watches dubiously, he’d never been a thief.

‘we were best friends..’ he swallows, maybe he had left some things out about his life before the end of the world. there’s no way to explain why they drifted apart other than to admit to how cruel he once was. ‘just drifted, you know?’ it wasn’t exactly a lie and he’s not sure you’d even care but now didn’t feel like the appropriate time to admit to all of his wrongdoings.

you nod, slinging your bag over your shoulder, ‘sucks.. but i’m not gonna lie, he didn’t seem like a great person,’ shrugging as steve finds his feet, getting off of the bed for the first time in hours.

‘he wasn’t,’ again, not a lie.

you hum in response and steve looks to the floor. he wasn’t keen on discussing the ins and outs of his friendship with tommy hagan right now. or ever really.

the rest of the journey up here had been pretty non-eventful. his leg was healing nicely and he was able to walk for at least another hour without complaining out loud. most people had obviously found communities, not daring to go out in the road anymore.

without mention of the run in with tommy, it had just been just the two of you. well you and the grotesque, rotting monsters that roamed around the forest. he thinks the cold must slow them down as your gun goes, mostly, unused.

steve has never seen you look quite so excited. the moment you’d crossed the boundary into your town, you’d been babbling nonstop about where you grew up. pointing out important locations and silly details about things he couldn’t even picture. his eyes instinctively roll when you mention the now decrepit diner you had your first date. he can’t help it.

it’s only when you near what he assumes is your neighbourhood that you quiet down, holding onto his hand with an iron clad grip. your nails dig into the grime covered skin when you spot the gargantuan make-shift wall up in front. he doesn’t squirm or pull away, instead he whispers a small it’s okay as you near the cul-de-sac.

‘what if they’re not there?’ you ask, shrinking into yourself.

he doesn’t have the right words to assure you but he’ll try his hardest, ‘then.. then we’ll find them.’ he hasn’t a clue what lies on the other side of that wall, perhaps the people behind it weren’t friendly and you’d never find out or maybe there weren’t even any people left.

but you’ll find out together and that’s all that matters.

someone’s head pokes over the top of the wall, gun poised at steve’s head. they must be stupid if they think he’s the one they should be scared of.

‘stop right there, don’t come any closer,’ the heavily armed woman shouts down, ‘what do you want?’

steve looks to you, unsure if he should even attempt to speak right now. his fingers squeeze yours for silent reassurance, there’s a voice above but he can’t see who it’s coming from, tucked behind the wall as they inevitably discuss your fate.

‘i used to live here,’ you speak, just loud enough for the first woman to peer down at you. she looks back towards the other mystery voice and then another face appears, eyes like saucers when they spot you.

‘open the gate,’ she orders, ‘open the gate now!’ barking at the other lady who jumps to it.

steve stands in quiet wonderment, glancing back at you with your mouth hung open. so you must know each other. or is that your mom? now he truly understands how you must’ve felt coming out of that nurses office to a bunch of strangers.

but you don’t let go of his hand when the gate creaks open just enough to let the two of you through. the houses are all more or less how he imagined they’d looked before everything started.

‘oh my god,’ you sputter out, dropping his hand to jog over to the faceless woman, throwing your arms around her neck as she pulls you in.

you don’t look particularly similar but steve has no idea what your parents look like. he wasn’t quite so prepared to meet the parents though he’d had weeks and weeks to think about what to say.

who even is he? not your boyfriend. yet. maybe it just wouldn’t be brought up in the midst of all the reunions.

he knows you love each other, you’d said that much, that he’d hobbled across state lines for you and would do just about anything to make sure you were safe so, did labels even matter in the apocalypse?

‘i can’t believe you’re here,’ the lady cries, still wrapped up in your arms. the locals are looking on with a mixture of confused and joyous looks on their faces.

‘neither can i,’ you sniff, pulling back and looking at her, hands still firmly on her arms. ‘are they here?’ you rush out excitedly, full of hope.

the woman’s, who is still yet to be introduced to, face falls, her voice dropping an octave as she speaks, ‘baby..’ she tremors through the sentence. ‘they left to go and find you.. i don’t- they haven’t come back..’

your smile drops immediately, steve’s heart sinks. he couldn’t begin to imagine how you felt. the pair of you had made it across multiple states, lived through steve’s injury and evil past friends for nothing.

he supposes that it wasn’t for nothing exactly. despite the bickering and rumbling stomachs, it had brought the two of you closer.

now his heart breaks the way yours does when you bury your face into his chest, shoulders shaking as you wet his already ruined shirt.

the next few hours are a blur of introductions, meeting people you called neighbour not so long ago. the now-identified woman was called janet, who had told him all about how they fortified the neighbourhood and their efforts to keep everyone alive. they’d done something similar to the school, kept the water system running so they could clean and drink and hoarded supplies the second they realised the army weren’t coming for them.

this was followed by a tour of the place and then your house. it had been left untouched in the hopes that your parents would come back eventually. dusty pictures of you in school, at college and one he particularly likes of you at christmas, nose scrunched up as you grin into the distance.

maybe he’d snag that one for himself.

it’s only when you bundle him into your room that you really let go. sobbing in his arms on your bed. surrounded by a time capsule of the past. if it felt weird for him, it must be utterly awful for you.

‘i thought they’d be here,’ you choke through tears, ‘they were supposed to be here,’ fingers grabbing at his biceps.

steve’s not known for his quick thinking but he realises there’s not much else he can say. the situation would seem hopeless to most but he wasn’t letting you give up now. not after you’d dragged him thousands of miles to get here.

‘you were at college in indiana, right?’

it’s enough for you to stop crying and look up at him through your wet lashes, ‘yeah.. why?’

you had never really spoken about college. he knew you went to college in indianapolis, that was obvious from the ratty letterman jacket you’d been wearing when he stumbled upon your camp, but that was about it.

‘so we go back to indiana,’ his fingers tangle in your hair, unsure if a smile would be completely inappropriate.

‘steve.. we-,’ you go to object but he can see the cogs turning in your brain, it’s the only sensible suggestion either of you had. ‘you would do that?’

this is where he smiles, the corners of his mouth twitching upward, ‘of course,’ he’s not even sure why it’s even a question.

he’d do anything, traipse after you to the ends of the earth if you asked. hell, he’d do it even if you didn’t.

he continues on, ‘we’re in this together now.. like, forever,’ pressing his forehead to yours, thumb coming to swipe over your sodden cheek.

there’s hope, or at least a tinge of optimism back in your eye, ‘forever?’

steve nods, caressing your dirtied face as if it were precious porcelain, ‘is that alright with you?’

maybe, in a roundabout way, that was him asking you if you’d be his girlfriend. he knows he probably should ask properly but he’s sure you know.

it’s contagious, his smile, your lips curving as you blink slowly, ‘sounds good to me.’

that night, you’re fully relaxed, a kind of placid state that steve hadn’t seen since the school. normally, you’re on high alert even in bed. your muscles stiff as you let him sleep. but this time, he lets you drift off first.

his fingers glide through your now clean hair, eyelids fluttering shut on his chest. he thinks you might even start purring.

instead, your breaths get deeper, and slower until you no longer even murmur in response to whatever he was saying. and eventually, steve drifts off too. relieved that you can both sleep tonight, both feeling a sense of security that hadn’t been there for weeks.

steve awakens suddenly at what he determines the middle of the night, your palms clammy as they grab hurriedly onto his chest. you’re panting, desperately trying to steady your breath when his arms tighten around your shoulders.

‘what’s wrong?’ he asks, still in that confusing transition between sleep and awake, his eyes struggle to adjust to the dark room.

you exhale, the outline of your face suddenly begins to form, ‘i had a bad dream, i’m sorry,’ chin pointed upwards. your face is wet, eyes glossy with tears.

‘it’s okay.. it’s okay,’ he soothes, heart still pounding rapidly even after he knows no creatures have mattered down the door and had a chomp on your leg.

you swallow loudly, still gazing up at him when his head rests back on the pillow. ‘i love you,’ you squeak into the quiet night, the third time he’d ever heard it tumble out of your lips.

it mostly went unspoken. coming through in little gestures, feeding him his medicine or scratching your nails into his scalp the nights the pain was too much to sleep. he liked it that way. as if your love was only for the two of you.

this world didn’t deserve to witness that.

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 5 months

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Hype's Holiday Drabbles, day 1-10

All of my fics written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 1-10

Artwork by @house-of-the-moving-image

Break it first

Prompt: Came back wrong | Rated: M | CW: Mind control/brainwashing; Possessive behavior; Referenced character death; Aftermath of trauma; Kidnapping | Tags: Kas!Eddie Munson; Dark Eddie Munson | Artwork link

In the ruins

Prompt: Came back wrong | Rated: M | CW: Apocalypse; Off-screen character death; Imprisonment; Body horror; Blood and gore; Hurt, no comfort; Starvation; Vampirism (referenced) | Tags: Darkfic; Came back wrong; Vecna won; Unreliable narrator

Take my hand (we'll make it, I swear)

Prompt: Mutual pining | Rated: G | CW: Steve getting vecna'd; Some violent imagery | Tags: Idiots in love; Fluff and angst | Artwork link

Punch me out

Prompt: Meet-cute at work | Rated: E | CW: Blowjobs, dirty talk, slight degradation kink | Tags: No UD AU; company Christmas party; bathroom sex; blowjobs; dirty talk; Eddie is a disaster and Steve is a slut and they both love it; inappropriate use of vending machine drinks

The biggest, brightest, gaudiest display in all of Indiana

Prompt: Domestic fluff | Rated: G | CW: One slight mention of PTSD | Post Vecna; everybody lives; pining; Steve Harrington has a crush on Eddie Munson; Christmas

Hungry for you

Prompt: Cooking together | Rated: M | CW: sexually explicit language | No UD AU; modern AU (if you squint); record shop owner!Eddie; restaurant owner!Steve; sexual tension; seriously, it's so thick you could cut it with a knife; top Steve; bottom Eddie

A promise kept

Prompt: Idiots to lovers | Rated: G | CW: none | Tags: Childhood friends to lovers; Mistaken identity; Fluff; Modern AU if you squint | Artwork link

Ready to roll?

Prompt: No Upside Down AU | Rated: T | CW: one mention of masturbation bc Eddie is a horny little shit | Tags: Future fic; Flirting; Record label owner!Eddie; Waiter!Steve; Steve in rollerblades | Artwork link

Morning after

Prompt: First time | Rated: E | CW: Alcohol; Dirty talk; Sexually explicit language; Nudity; One slight mention of BDSM | Tags: Established relationship; Tongue fucking (referenced); Service mouth Steve Harrington; ADHD disaster Eddie Munson; Idiots in love

[Day 11-20]

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eclipsebyler · 2 years

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BYLER FIC RECS PT 2

Okay, so I'm here with another part! Compiling all my recent favorite reads (with commentary this time because I'm very normal about byler fics...) Anyway, sharing is caring because my bookmarks are becoming longer. So here you go.

• We Will All Go Together When We Go by perexcri

The Apocalypse, romcom Byler fic! Ongoing, chaptered, 30k words so far. I know I've rec this in a recent post but I'm including it here again because I LOVE and enjoyed everything in this fic, down to Byler's characterisation, esp Mike's, and their playful yet tensioned dynamics. It's so chefs kiss. There's enough amount of they-get-stuck-in-the-upside-down suspense, comedy, and slow burn fluff. Highlight of this fic is that Will has a gun and Mike has a flashlight. That's all you have to know to give it a read.

baby, we're perfect by bookinit

A fresh take on established byler relationship! Oneshot, 16k words. I don't know how to describe this glorious fic without it being a spoiler so you just have to read it. The Fluff and Angst are both in extremes, you've been warned. It made me cry, for real. Had to stare at a wall for a few moments because of some scenes. Like the title says, it was PERFECT. A devastatingly beautifully written work I owe this author my life for what they did in this fic.

i'd make a deal with god by smoosnoom

A fix-it fic for vol2 featuring Castle Byers and Rain kiss. Will attempting to rip the bandaid off and Mike not letting him. Oneshot, 15k words. Anything by this author has me in a chokehold and a puddle of feelings, seriously. Their fix it series is a MASTERPIECE. The way they write Will's POV here absolutely destroyed me. It encompasses his story so painfully and beautifully and just everything about him is so— I badly want it to be canon he deserves the BEST. And might I add that the way they showcased the Byers-Hopper family bond here is everything I adore. Please if you haven't read this, you should.

make me your future history by andiwriteordie

Byler through the years, childhood friends to lovers fic! Oneshot, 10.9k words. I am absolutely a sucker for childhood promises being fulfilled (and broken) till they grow up so I ADORE this fic so much. Not to mention this author is one of my favorites and they carry the byler ao3 tag on their back and always deliver the BEST fics. There's a lot of angst and also a lot of fluff and it's something I can just reread again and again and again and won't get tired of it. It deserves more reads and love!

Gotta Be A Strange Twist of Fate by PoeticPatron

The fantasy D&D Byler fic! Oneshot, 26k words. Another fic I'm rec-ing again because it deserves more recognition. I really, really enjoyed and adored reading the adventures of the party in a fantasy action setting and the way the author incorporated the D&D lore here was so good. This fic was so wonderfully written and sweet in all the right amounts for friendships and romance. The Paladin and the Cleric being soulmates against all odds and prophecies? Say no more!

A Darker Timeline by egg98

The au where everyone stopped believing Will was alive and he was stuck in the Upside Down for three years and only came back to the real world in Season 4 timeline. Ongoing, chaptered, 24k words so far. Like the title says, it's A Darker Timeline, can't emphasize that enough, so much trauma and horror is delved in this work especially for Will, but also the party. The author's writing style is so hauntingly captivating- every chapter leaves me at the edge of my seat. I am so hooked with this 'what if' scenario and this unique, creative concept because it opens a lot of possibilities and changes to the characters and the plot! Will especially with his UD abilities and his personality.. beware of a grim and more badass Will plus emotionally scarred party. It's written so WELL so you should give it a try! (It's more on the psychological horror side though, the romance aspect is very slow burn.)

the boyfriend problem by RomeoWrites

The fic where the Wheelers (especially Ted) thinks Mike and Will have been boyfriends since forever. Oneshot, 15k words. Who would've thought I'd read a fic where Ted of all people don't have a heteronormative view of romance? I very much enjoyed reading him embarrassing Mike every chance he gets, this fic gave me so much JOY it was such a funny and sweet and fluffy read! If you're looking for some lighthearted, family dynamics and eventual getting together of two oblivious gay teenagers— this is the fic!

The Dad Who Stepped Up by MagikMask

Hopper and Will bonding fic (and of course, Hopper being protective of Will especially when it comes to one Michael Wheeler). Oneshot, 7.8k words. I've been enjoying every Byers-Hopper or Wheeler family dynamics fic there is and it's even more enjoyable if Byler gets tangled up in it. This fic focuses more on Hopper trying his best to be a good dad to Will, but the Byler and Hopper parts of this fic gave me healing, so I have to rec it!

r/byler by danteapot

Mike Wheeler if he's on reddit, social media fic. Oneshot, 5k words. This fic was so fun and amusing to read and the social media aspect fitted so well, I could totally imagine Mike oversharing his problems online and asking for advices lmfao. Trust him to always talk about Will on every spaces and still not realize he's in love with him. He's just so oblivious and I love him for it.

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this). by blackdeathmamba

Post S4 college roommates Byler and miscommunication trope fic! The miscommunication in question is just them accidentally kissing all the time and having different thoughts on it. Three chapters, completed, 16.8k words. I've said it before and I'll say it again: it's one of the best and funniest work I've ever read. Byler are so disgustingly in love but they are also painfully oblivious about it. It's a competition on who's more of an idiot between them while you read through their POVs and it gave me immense joy and pain reading through it. I swear to God, these bitches are so gay, and this fic just showcased that. Please read it to brighten your day.

i need you more than anyone darling (you know that i have from the start) by friendstolovers

Instead of Byler getting murrayed, this is Byler getting Jonathaned fic (In a gentler and more subtle way as the tags says). Oneshot, 5.7k words. Mike finally comes to his overdue realisations (thanks to Jonathan) and attempts to climb bedroom windows to be romantic. They finally talk and confess and it's just the cutest and sweetest thing ever I swear.

without heart by aceoflanterns

Will Byers and the Upside Down (the mysteries between his connection to Vecna and his powers) fic. Completed, chaptered, 31k words. I am once again rec-ing this because I can't help go back to this fic when I need to read complex takes on Will surrounding vol2 and possible S5 plot! The author's writing style is one of the best and my personal favorites. It's art, a masterpiece, everything about it — down to the plot, the conversations, the characterisations, the family and friendship and romance dynamics. Even the Upside Down horrors with Vecna and the Mind Flayer and Will. How much Will's love for Mike and his love for everyone helped him (and their love for him, too.) Personally think this had lots of fresh creative takes, an interesting theory written in a fic. It's long and a worth it read! Totally in awe of this work.

i’d love to see me from your point of view by unidentifiedblackthorn

The fic where Byler gets high together and they let loose their disaster gay feelings. Oneshot, 8k words. Got me giggling, blushing, kicking my feet in the air, for real. The amount of cuddling, flirting and kissing this fic had made me sick (in the best way). I think Byler in Season 5 deserves a moment like this because of their decade long pent up feelings and pining, these gays deserve a break and just... be gay together. Anyways this fic was such a wonderful read! If you want to drown in fluff read this. (Also brb this author just posted a sequel to this fic, gotta read 🏃Probably gonna be a part of my next fic rec thread lol).

So that's it for now. Enjoy reading, everyone. And please if you guys have some recs feel free to drop me some, too! I need more fics to read.

#byler #byler fics #byler fic recs #pt 2 #feel free to send me recs too #to the authors of these fics ilysm

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metalscoops · 8 months

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💞A different type of rec list ask game, to rep your own fics and other authors you enjoy.💞 Spell out your username with fic recs. If the letter correlates to one of your fics you rec it (no duplicates use a different fic for repeat letters.) If you get to a letter you don’t have a fic title for you rec one you‘ve liked from someone else. 💖Send this to someone who might need a little love on their own fics or just like spreading the love.💖

Oooh I love this thank you for sending it to me 💞💖

most of these are mine, but there were a couple letters where I didn't have anything that fit!

M - Magic in Your Veins: (rated E) t4t harringrove, sex pollen fuck or die

E - Either Die A Hero (or don't die at all): (rated E) harringrove, zombie apocalypse one night stand AU

T - Taste of Her: (rated E) Billy/Chrissy, after a party at Steve's Chrissy finds herself alone in a room with the boy she's always wanted

A - All Cried Out: (rated E) Billy/Kurt Kunkle/Jonathan, Billy fucking Kurt in front of his boyfriend

L - little moonbeam by VirusZeref: (rated M) harringrove, amazing vampire Steve and werewolf Billy fic from @adelacreations I loved it so much!!!

S - Sexy Single: (rated E) harringrove, Steve and Billy are friends with benefits and Steve wants more

C - Cherry Wine: (rated E) harringrove, Steve getting Billy off by playing with his tits

O - Only Me: (rated E) Steve selfcest, season four Steve getting fucked by season one Steve

O - oh, can't you see? by thchateaus: (rated T) harringrove, cute little 5+1 things oneshot

P - Pants Off: (rated E) mungrove, Eddie's been injured and Billy's trying to take care of him.. in more ways than one

S - Seems to Satisfy by peevee: (rated E) steddie, I don't often read steddie but I've gone back to this one so many times! Steve's having trouble getting it up after everything with the UD so Eddie helps him out. It's a great smutty oneshot!

#ask games #I love this thank you #my writing #fanfiction #fic recs #fanfic #ao3 writer #stranger things #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #mungrove #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #kurt kunkle #jonathan byers #steddie #killy

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perexcri · 1 year

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but seriously who's gonna write a this is how you lose the time war byler au with me where one of us writes as Mike (Blue) and the other writes as Will (Yellow) and it's like Will ends up going into the UD post-s4 and being taken into the hive mind kind of and the US turns into a post-apocalyptic wasteland and it's like 10 years later and Mike & co have joined some kind of agency or whatever to help combat the apocalypse because its takeover is kinda at a standstill but then Mike and Will keep running into each other on their respective missions and eventually recognize each other from their childhoods/teen years together and then they start leaving each other letters after their missions and it's like they're old friends trying to become reacquainted with each other but also they're enemies now but through their letters they slowly learn to love each other again and one letter Mike leaves is Thee Painting™️ and then it's i love you i love you i love you and i want to be a body for you and it is very difficult to befriend when you wish to consume and both of their sides think they're betraying their respective causes because they're drawn more towards each other than their causes and then one of them has to turn against the other but then maybe they don't turn against the other and but love is how they win and the[GUNSHOTS]

#this is how you lose the time war posting again #still rotating this book in my head #pls somebody don't be shy :)#i don't have at least two other projects i'm busy with rn :)#i have time to plan another au out :)#:))))))))))#if you wanted to make it extra spicy #have mike leave the letters that he supposedly wrote to will after he had moved #see it all fits and i have so much free time to work on this i swear :)))#byler

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microwavedmetal · 11 months

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Time travel Byler au where:

Will and Mike got together after the beginning of the apocalypse in early 1986

Unfortunately, Mike died three months later. He’d heroically thrown himself in front of a demodog in order to protect Will’s life.

During the next couple years, the UD situation degenerated further. The army got involved with what had been happening in Hawkins, and nearly everyone was forced to evacuate exepted for those directly involved. El was almost always busy assisting the troopes and was running herself ragged, the adults and older teens were also constantly fighting and trying to survive. Most of the party had been badly hurt at some point and were physically disabled in some shape or form.

Will had lost spirit early on, but things went to a head in 1988 when he sacrificed himself to buy El time in a fight between her and Vecna. But to his surprise, he woke up in his 13 years old body in a room that he hadn’t slept in in years.

Unbeknownst to Will, Mike had been in a similar situation. Only, he woke up in january 1984, 5 months before Will did.

Will was still mourning ‘86 Mike, and even though he got to see Mike alive and breathing again, he was conflicted by the fact that he won’t ever get This Mike back. However, he became motivated to protect the one Mike that he can still interact with with all his might

Meanwhile, Mike, with new insight, was working on a way to nip the whole UD problem in the bud as much as he still can

Mike and Will actively tried to change the timeline but they both were perplexed that everyone else but them were acting ‘in character’ according to the first 1984′s events

umm, feel free to add to it if you are interested by the concept

#byler #byler time travel

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galaxcide · 4 years

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YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE BEGGING FOR PEOPLE TO JOIN ME

@thesonofallthingsunnecessary @sp-ud @wormweeb @mcytrabbithole @mcyt-apocalypse-au

#mcyt #mcytblr election

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marsh-potatoes · 5 years

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an angsty kiribaku comic of a new au ive been working on !! : U

essentially its a zombie apocalypse au, but the zombies are replaced by nomus, ill probably make more content for it in the future, so feel free to ask as many questions as ud like !!! : )

p.s. im so sorry i killed ur boy guys.. i love him too D :

#marsh draws #doodleoodles #doodles #sketches #eijirou kirishima #katsuki bakugou #kiribaku #zombie!au #au #comic #angst

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crazynekochan · 5 years

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One time when I was RPing an AU where Junko actually manipulated Class 77-B into despair, at the end, I was typing a huge speech. But instead of "Class 77-B was no more. Taking their place was the Ultimate Despair..." I typed out "Class 77-B was no more. Taking their place was the Ultimate DESPACITO". It was autocorrect. The mood was killed immediately, everyone was laughing and people actually replied with Ibuki playing Despacito the UD caused the apocalypse.

Oh god no! That is pure gold, I can’t x)

Nothing is more worse than autocorrect, but at least something funny came out of it

But canon now, Despacito caused the tragedy

#danganronpa #ask #Anonymous

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ciara-clycone · 7 years

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UnDead Set- one shot {Undertale Zombie AU drabble piece}

UDS/ZATale- Zombie Apocalypse AU for Undertale

Very Heavily Based on @13thcat / @selamat-mencari ‘s / @13thdoodle comic which was inspired by my Zombie Apocalypse AU.

Asks/Comments/Likes/Reblogs are welcome, and help fuel my creativity.

If you see any errors let me know.

Summary: Frisk has been underground for a while, and hasn’t attempted to get back to the surface, Flowey comes to ask why.

This causes Frisk to remember the horrors behind their actions.

Frisk sits in the Wishing Room, looking up at all the false stars in the ceiling. The quiet murmurs of the monster's wishes creates a relaxing white noise for them as they try to forget about their problems.

I thought I had escaped all my problems by falling underground long ago.. Frisk sadly thinks. If only that was the case... if only...

The soft sound of someone digging in the ground next to them disrupted their thoughts, and they looked beside them to see a little yellow flower pop up out of the ground.

"Howdy!" Flowey chimes pleasantly.

Frisk stares coolly at Flowey. They remember what he was capable of at the end of the Perfect Pacifist Route- how he was able entangle their friends and absorb all the monster souls...

"You know,” Flowey says, interrupting Frisk’s thoughts, “it's been three months and you haven't even been trying to advance through here like you normally do.. " He gives them a questioning look. "Why is that?"

Frisk wraps their arms around themselves and tries not to listen to the question. Because that would make them remember. And they don’t want to remember. They try desperately to distract themselves so they won’t think about it. But it all comes flooding back to them...

They found themselves back in that old house on the surface. They huddled in a corner, shielding their eyes with their arms. They tried to mentally block out everything they had seen... all the blood and dust everywhere...

They’re dead... all of them dead... except Sans and Papyrus...why... how...?

Their thoughts were interrupted by the lifeless moans of undead surrounded the building they were in, and dull thuds were frequently heard as the zombies tried to force their way in. With each attempt the horde made, Frisk shuddered.

Why... Why does it always come to this... there has to be a way right? A way for us all have our happy ending... I didn't struggle and fight so hard to dodge all those attacks for this... not for this...

When Toriel and Alphys were killed, they had tried to RESET, but they found their nerves were too shot to be able to turn back time. Since then, they had tried on several other occasions, but each time they had, nothing happened. They feared that they were stuck in this nightmare.

A loud bang caused them to curl up even tighter. Frisk trembled, not knowing what they should do.

Sans walked over to Frisk and gently put a hand on their arm, trying to give the small human some comfort.

"hey, kiddo, it's gonna be ok, we're not gonna let any of em harm you, alright?" Sans said, trying to reassure them.

"YES, SANS IS CORRECT! WE WOULD NEVER LET THEM HARM YOU! NOT THAT THEY COULD FOR THEY'D HAVE TO COME THROUGH THE GREAT PAPYRUS FIRST! NYEH HEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus exclaimed.

Despite giving his usual pose and sounding confident, Papyrus felt very much the alarmed and frightened. But he had to keep an eye out on Frisk and watch out for his brother, he did only have 1 HP after all. So he had to put on a brave front for both of their sakes.

He saw the human child peer out from their arms and chuckle a little bit. Success!

Sans bent down near Frisk and gave them a soft hug.

“don’t worry kiddo. papyrus and i have been talking. we’ve got a plan. when this all started we decided that heading back underground would be safest thing to do. so before the internet died, i did some research on ways to reach the moutain, and this house came up in the search results. seems like it has some secret underground tunnels, and one of those tunnels leads back to the base of mt. ebott.. so at least that means we’re close to being back home.”

Frisk gave the two brothers a weak smile. “Yeah...yeah you’re right.” They said, trying to sound more relieved than they actually felt.

Sans grinned at Frisk, and gave them an affectionate pat on the head. “don’t worry bud, it’s all worked out. i found the tunnel to lead us home and told papyrus all about-”

He was interrupted by a horrible noise. The door shrieked as it was ripped from its hinges and smashed down onto the floor.

Frisk bolted up from their spots, as panic filled their heart.

The ghastly moans of the undead filled the house as did the horrid smell of decaying flesh. The zombies shuffled into the house, their dull lifeless eyes looked about for their prey. As they sniffed the air, they suddenly turned to the room where the three were in, and headed toward them.

Sans glanced at the zombies and then at his brother and Frisk. If he had more energy, he'd teleport them all away to safety, but he hadn't eaten anything in about a week, and his magic levels were dangerously low.

Sighing sadly, he put himself in between the others and the horde.

i don’t want it to end this way....but i can’t just run and hide...not any more...i don't want any more deaths on my conscious, he thought as he faced the undead mob. He glanced back at his brother and Frisk.

"go! i'll hold them back!" Sans told them.

"But...!" Frisk started to protest.

"BROTHER..."

"Now!" Sans's said with urgency in his voice.

Tears filled the taller skeleton's eyes as he nodded. He took Frisk by the shoulders and hurried them down the hallway.

The sounds of gaster blasters lasers being blasted nearly overcame the sound of the zombies.

As Papyrus and Frisk headed toward the house's secret exits, they heard Sans cry out.

Their feet slowed to a halt, and they glanced back in his direction. They quietly waited to see if they could hear anything else from Sans-either from him, his movements, or his blasters.

But there was nothing.

Blinking back tears, Papyrus turned back to the destination. He gently placed a hand of Frisk’s shoulder, and gently prodded them to continue.

As they ran through the derelict house, the floor boards underneath them creaked.

Frisk leg’s felt like they were on fire from all the running they had been doing the past few days. This was worse than when they were underground. They could at least stop and rest there and grab something to eat.

Their legs started to cramp up and they found themselves slowing down.

Papyrus saw this and hurried over to them.

"FRISK! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“Y..Yeah... just tired.”

“I-I UNDERSTAND. BUT WE MUST KEEP GOING. WE....WE’RE ALMOST THERE AND.. SANS... WE HAVE TO KEEP GOING...”

Frisk nodded, and struggled to keep on running. They followed closely behind Papyrus and winced each time the boards beneath them moaned.

Creak.

Was it all really worth it though?

Creak.

To get to the Mountain when everyone else was dead?

Creak.

“WE’RE ALMOST THERE!

Creeeeaccccccck!

Suddenly the floor boards underneath Frisk gave out. They found themselves falling backwards toward pitch black hole where the floor once was.

“HUMAN!” Papyrus grabbed onto one of Frisk’s outstretched hands.

But their thin arms slid out oh his gloved hands.

They felt themselves falling down.

“FRISK!”

Down into the darkness of the depths below the house.

“Frisk!”

The sound of Papyrus calling out to them grew fainter.

Down.

With the last bit of their determination and concentration, they summoned up the red button with the bold letters that read:

R E S E T

“Frisk!”

Frisk jumps, waking up from their terrible memories. They look at Flowey who huffs at them.

“Finally,” he says. “I’ve been yelling out your name for a while now. You’ve been sitting there all zoned out like a zombie for several minutes not saying a single word to me. Hmph.” He tilts his head at Frisk. “So, are you finally spill it? What’s your reason for not reaching the surface?”

Frisk averts their eyes. “No reason. No reason at all.”

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a-strangers-thoughtss · 2 months

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Ok! As has been asked for, some Hawkins UD apocalypse au

(This is just general info, I’ll elaborate on individuals later)

- The apocalypse lasted about 3 and a half years, the upside-own bleeding into Hawkins’s more and more every day

- The schools shut down about 2 months into it

- The gov started to evacuate people after the week school closes (when the ud started really invading Hawkins)

- 3 months and everyone is gone accept the people who know about the Ud

Adults: Hopper, Joyce, Karen, Murray, Mrs. Henderson

Young adults: Steve, Robin, Jon, Nancy

Kids: Will, Mike, El, Dustin

- Some leave and move to the next town over

- Mrs. & Mr. Sinclair, Erica, Lucas, Max, Argyle, Vickie

(Max needs a good hospital outside of Hawkins, and gets transferred there)

- Lucas, Erica, Argyle, & sometimes Vickie drive to Hawkins every weekend & just when they can to help prep and bring extra rations in for their friends (against their parents will)

- Argyle takes up a job to support everyone and pay for stuff (and uses some of Steve’s money)

- Ted ends up leaving with their youngest

- As a result Lucas stoped playing basketball for the time being

- They stay at Steve’s house (home base)

Steve and Robin share his room (Vickie shares when she comes over)

Dustin and El have the master (Lucas and Erica share when they come over)

Argyle sleeps on the couch of the Byers house when he comes over (foster child energy)

Murray, Karen, & Mrs. Henderson all have their own guest rooms

- And the Byers old house (close to it)

Hopper and Joyce share

Nancy and Jon share

Will & Mike Share

- They all snuggle to make the nightmares go away

- Two people are awake at all times

- They can’t tell what time it is anymore unless they use a clock

- Almost everyone moves around sleeping arrangements, none are set in stone

- They have rlly nice radios that they talk with eachother through (supplied by the government)

- Supply runs every couple of days (2 or more ppl)

- They have bases all around the town

The ships would be

Byler, Elumax, Jancy, Rockie (I think that’s what they’re called), Jopper, & maybe some Duzi

(Also highly tempted to include Dustin in elumax bc Henderhop and Henderclair are so fucking adorable)

#byler #stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #el hopper #apocalypse #dustin henderson #elumax #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #jopper #jancy

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loucifieri · 6 years

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Disaster disaster chatfic (v3 HPA AU)

I… I made a chatfic tie-in of my HPA AU. It’s to make up for the lack of exposure of the other v3 kids in the comics ;w; also, chat fics are fun (and easier) to write (since my strength is with dialogue– I’m not really good at writing descriptions that’s why i just draw them lol)

The groupchat was created around 2 weeks after the start of classes.

04/21/18 07:19PM

Akamatsu Kaede added Saihara Shuichi, Yonaga Angie, Chabashira Tenko, Harukawa Maki and 11 others to the chat.

Ouma Kokichi: WHOMSTVE???

Iruma Miu: WHAT IS UP FUCKERSSS

Harukawa Maki: for what is this, akamatsu?

Akamatsu Kaede: Hi guys!! I just thought that a group chat would be a great way to even get to know each other.

Ouma Kokichi: we live in a dorm together, we all go to class together… what MORE do you want piano baka

Amami Rantaro: she just needs an excuse to talk to a someone

Yonaga Angie: oooh Angie wonders who that might be~~

Akamatsu Kaede: Amami-kun, shut

Akamatsu Kaede: Okay, maybe a groupchat is redundant but

Akamatsu Kaede: the upperclassmen have one per class and it sounds fun??

Harukawa Maki: they're just going to use this to send each other memes

Ouma Kokichi: spot on assassin-chan!! you know us so well already, how sweet

Harukawa Maki: die

Momota Kaito: harumaki we talked about this

Harukawa Maki: but this is Ouma we’re talking about

Momota Kaito: fair enough

Ouma Kokichi: OI

Akamatsu Kaede: Okay, I don’t mind you guys using this to fool around but please don’t text during class!!

Iruma Miu: booooring,,, didnt think ud be a stick in the mud bakamatsu

Ouma Kokichi: yea ikr

Ouma Kokichi: lets fix that

Ouma Kokichi removed Akamatsu Kaede from the chat

Iruma Miu: LOL

Amami Rantaro: what a power move

Saihara Shuichi: Please don’t be mean to Kaede-san, she’s doing her best

Saihara Shuichi added Akamatsu Kaede to the chat

Shirogane Tsumugi: Saihara-kun used lesser revival potion! Akamatsu-san’s back with 25% HP

Akamatsu Kaede: this was a mistake, making this groupchat and being resurrected

Gokuhara Gonta: Hello everyone! Gonta just went online and is happy to see that we have a groupchat! Gonta wants to be better friends with everyone!

Akamatsu Kaede: Actually! I regret nothing now.

Saihara Shuichi: Hi Gonta-kun

Harukawa Maki: finally this groupchat seems bearable

Shirogane Tsumugi: Gonta-kun is best boy!

Gokuhara Gonta: Thank you Shirogane-san!

Ouma Kokichi: k this is getting boring so lemme spice it up a bit

Ouma Kokichi changed Ouma Kokichi to Lord Panta

Amami Rantaro: first sign of the apocalypse

Lord Panta changed Amami Rantaro to imma meme

imma meme: no complaints here

imma meme: its pretty bland actually,,

Lord Panta: is that a challenge

imma meme: if you're going to make an avocado reference then don't bother

Lord Panta: damn

Lord Panta: i'll think of something better but for now youre a meme lord

Lord Panta changed Harukawa Maki to stabs ppl

Lord Panta changed Momota Kaito to stab me Maki

stabs ppl: fuck you Ouma

stab me Maki: u lil shit

Lord Panta: boi im bein a wingman here

Shirogane Tsumugi: Let their romantic development happen naturally!!

stab me Maki: yeah what she said

Lord Panta: whatever boring ppl

stab me Maki changed stabs ppl to Maki Roll

stab me Maki changed stab me Maki to starlord

Lord Panta: rly wanted to strangle starlord in Infinity War ykno

Maki Roll: I still dislike this name but its kind of Ok

starlord: :D

Chabashira Tenko: I go online and this is what welcomes me

Chabashira Tenko: a degenerate harassing a beautiful girl

starlord: i wasnt harassing harumaki!!!!

Lord Panta: tone down the gay there chabs u already have yumeno-chan

Yumeno Himiko: ….....nyeh

Chabashira Tenko: gtfo shota

Chabashira Tenko: And dont call me chabs

Lord Panta changed Yumeno Himiko to Jingle Jangle

Jingle Jangle: …......thanks..... i hate it

Shirogane Tsumugi: do you still watch that hot mess of a series

Lord Panta: nah stopped watching ages ago, thats the last time im taking series recommendations from Angie-chan

Yonaga Angie: Pardon my french but Atua says you're a b i t c h (ಠ_ಠ)

Shirogane Tsumugi: how much of the audience do you think would get that reference then

starlord: shirogane wat

Jingle Jangle changed Chabashira Tenko to chaotic lesbean

Jingle Jangle changed Jingle Jangle to Do You Believe In Magic

chaotic lesbean: Tenko loves it!! thank you yumeno-chan <3

Do You Believe In Magic: np.............

Lord Panta: wow is it me or is the atmosphere here getting gay

Lord Panta: hey hey akamatsu-chan did you intend for this to be a breeding ground for couples

Akamatsu Kaede: No???

Saihara Shuichi: Don't mind him, he's just bitter he doesn't have anyone to be gay with

Akamatsu Kaede: hasahshhaha OMG

imma meme: asdndals;dskbdbjk

Lord Panta: SAIHARA-CHAN HOW DARE U

Yonaga Angie: Even Atua did not see that coming!

starlord: hahahahaha thats my sidekick!!

Iruma Miu: HAH GET REKT LIL ABORTION

Maki Roll: nice

Lord Panta: i'll have you know i have ranty!!

Lord Panta: right babe? ;)

imma meme: went offline

Lord Panta: >:C

Lord Panta: hmph back to name changing then

Lord Panta changed Akamatsu Kaede to dumb blonde

Lord Panta changed Iruma Miu to dumb blonde slut

dumb blonde slut: h-huh

dumb blonde: OUMA-KUN

Saihara Shuichi changed dumb blonde to Treblemaker

Saihara Shuichi: I gotchu

Treblemaker: Thanks Shuichi-kun!

dumb blonde slut: hey what about me

Yonaga Angie changed Yonaga Angie to bitch I am the WAY

bitch I am the WAY: (◔◡◔✿)

Shinguji Korekiyo: Well this has been an interesting conversation so far.

dumb blonde slut: whoop the stalker's here

Shinguji Korekiyo: I've always been here, from the very beginning. Just... Watching.

chaotic lesbean: Tenko is filing a restraining order tomorrow

bitch I am the WAY: Also!! Angie thinks your nickname suits you Miu!~ Atua does, too~~

dumb blonde slut: eeeeehhhh

Treblemaker changed Saihara Shuichi to The Only Hope For Me Is You

The Only Hope For Me Is You: eeeeyy thanks Kaede-san!

Lord Panta: geez we get it, you're both so gay for each other

dumb blonde slut: someone's salty

Treblemaker: What no

Treblemaker: I am gay tho

Lord Panta: OwO)???

chaotic lesbean: GLORIOUS NEWS!!!!!!!

Maki Roll: isn't @The Only Hope For Me Is You an MCR song?

The Only Hope For Me Is You: Harukawa-san gets it

imma meme: “Still in their Emo Phase” Solidarity!!

Maki Roll: not another word from you Amami

Do You Believe In Magic changed Shinguji Korekiyo to Kork

Kork: …

Kork: I suppose this will suffice.

Kork: It's not as tasteless as Iruma-san's nickname.

dumb blonde slut: EEEHHHHHHH

bitch I am the WAY: she is truly screaming

Maki Roll: it's bordering on a moan actually

Idabashi Keebo: I hear an unsettling distress call... what seems to be the problem?

starlord: theres no problem keebs just ignore it

Gokuhara Gonta: Hello Keebo!

Idabashi Keebo: Greetings, Gonta-kun.

Shirogane Tsumugi: This is so Pure™

Lord Panta: Do you ship it

Shirogane Tsumugi: stop

Shirogane Tsumugi changed Shirogane Tsumugi to [anime reference]

Lord Panta: ehhh boring!!

Lord Panta changed Idabashi Keebo to Do Robots Have Dicks

Lord Panta changed [anime reference] to Nani the FUCK

Nani the FUCK: kdajkdjdsl; OUMA

imma meme changed Nani the FUCK to Weeaboo Mastermind

Weeaboo Mastermind: Rantaro-kun you baka we're Japanese

imma meme: ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Do You Believe in Magic changed Weeaboo Mastermind to ShirogaNYEH

imma meme: HAHAHAHAHA ACCEPTABLE

chaotic lesbean: that's wonderful yumeno-chan!

ShirogaNYEH: this will do for now I guess ;w;

Do Robots Have Dicks: I do not like this name :(

Lord Panta: its a valid question keeboy

starlord: why do i hear sobbing from the next room

Treblemaker: Look what you've done Ouma-kun

chaotic lesbean: do you want Tenko to break his legs

Treblemaker: Uh, no need Chabashira-san!

Treblemaker changed Do Robots Have Dicks to Robot Rights Activist

Robot Rights Activist: Thank you Akamatsu-san!

Robot Rights Activist: I am sorry for crying

ShirogaNYEH: constant mood

Robot Rights Activist: But next time I won't be tolerant of such discrimination against my robotic creations!

Lord Panta: whatevs

Tojo Kirumi: A pleasant evening to everyone. I just got back from grocery shopping and re-stocked the pantry. If any of you require my assistance, you may reach out to me through this group chat.

The Only Hope For Me Is You: Welcome back Tojo-san

Lord Panta: MOM!!! did you get me something from mcdonalds??

Tojo Kirumi: I told you, we have food here.

Treblemaker: She did buy a single black coffee from Mcdo though

Kork: Well then

chaotic lesbean: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

starlord: SHE JUST MEME'D IRL

imma meme: MOM KNOWS HOW TO MEME AKJSAJJDSK

Lord Panta: uuuuuuuuuuu eeven mmom is bullyinnng mmmme :'((((

Lord Panta: i hhaaaate thiisss faaaamilyyy uuuwaaaaaaaaa

Maki Roll: then leave

Lord Panta: wow no need to be a cunt, harumaki

starlord: oy im the only one who can call her that!!

Maki Roll: only Momota can call me that

Lord Panta: cunt or harumaki???

Maki Roll removed Lord Panta from the chat

starlord: NICE

ShirogaNYEH: I SHIP IT

Maki Roll: do you want to die shirogane

ShirogaNYEH: I'M SORRY BLS DONT KILL ME

Kork: Good riddance.

Do You Believe In Magic changed Tojo Kirumi to Mother Knows Best

Mother Knows Best: I suppose I will just have to contend with this nickname as most of you do act like children.

Imma meme: dont worry tojo-san, akamatsu-san will be there with you every step of the way :3

imma meme: OH SHIT SHES BREAKING INTO MY ROkjdjksfbjksdkladladhrwt4eqio

chaotic lesbean: he's good as dead im sure

The Only Hope For Me is You: Uh where's Hoshi-kun? He hasn't said anything yet, I'm worried...

Gokuhara Gonta: Oh! No need to worry Saihara-kun! Hoshi-kun is with Gonta out the garden, he didn't bring his phone that's why he is silent here!

Gokuhara Gonta: We are catching some fireflies!

The Only Hope For Me Is You: That is so pure oh my gosh

starlord: its not manly but there are legit real tears in my eyes

chaotic lesbean: you must be protected at all costs!!! the only non-degenerate male here

The Only Hope For Me Is You added Lord Panta to the chat

chaotic lesbean: WHY

Lord Panta: IM BACK BITCHES I KNOW YALL MISS ME

starlord: this betrayal... whyd u do it sai

The Only Hope For Me Is You: I'm sorry, I'm not... strong enough

starlord: and this will make you strong??

Lord Panta: he means hes not strong enough to resist my charms *finger guns*

starlord: sure jan

The Only Hope For Me Is You: He's right

Lord Panta: wait rly??????

bitch I am the WAY: Atua did not see this coming too!

– nickname guide Lord Panta: Ouma The Only Hope For Me Is You: Saihara Treblemaker: Akamatsu bitch I am the WAY: Yonaga starlord: momota shirogaNYEH: shirogane Mother Knows Best: tojo imma meme: amami Maki Roll: harukawa Do You Believe In Magic: yumeno chaotic lesbean: chabashira Kork: shinguji Robot Rights Activist: idabashi dumb blonde slut: iruma N/A yet: gokuhara & hoshi NDRV3 HPA AU Character Design Masterlist here and background information here [Facebook] [Instagram] [Twitter] [Blogger] [Kofi] will probs post this on AO3 too idk lol

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