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Soo... We have Deuce's mama, Dila, and Che'nya (childhood friend) in Heartslabyul.
Cheka in Savanaclaw.
Najma in Scarabia.
Epel's granny, Marja, and Vil's Father, Eric, in Pomefiore.
Mama and papa Shroud in Ignihyde.
And gramps Baul, "Silver's dad" and the queen (or godnees) Meleanor in Diasomnia.
So… When mama Ashengrotto or mama and papa Leech? I need to meet the family of those people please, I need more merpeople. It's just... How Jade and Flyod's parents are? Do Azul's mother know that her son is a scammer? Or is he a sunshine with her? Or would l she have taught him everything he knows? Please give me an event under the sea.
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Obey Me! Headcanons that the voices in my head created
The pact marks don't affect the MC in general, but when they are used, the color of the user's eyes tends to change to the color of sin (when Solomon sees the color of his eyes changing to the colors of his brothers, geez, jealousy boy), it happens more often than you think and in addition to the marks on the body, it's a reminder to everyone that you're connected with the lords of hell.
Human beings can speak very quickly and neither demons nor angels can keep up when this happens. Scientifically, we talk fast because of anxiety, nervousness, excitement or the communication conditions that the environment provides. Solomon and MC talking about something they thought was cool during the tea? For the others it becomes a RAP battle and all they can hear is "hum, nah, ha, hehe", the rest is indecipherable. More than once, during a presentation or debate in class, MC was told to shut the fuck up or slow down so that everyone could understand.
All material related to the history of the human world is more or less 100 to 200 years out of date in the library. Satan is slowly trying to update this, but they think that 200 years is almost nothing for humans to change, so unlike technology (which they think they created with magic) they just don't care. A new iPhone ok, now the human being landed on the moon during a bloodless war? Their lie, do you still believe what mortals say?
Humans sleep more than angels and demons, but even less than demons from the circle of laziness. MC, Solomon and Belphie (and sometimes Luke) usually sleep in some places at RAD during and between classes.
All exchange students have their own fan club. Luke's must be the quietest, everyone friendly and kind so as not to disappoint the little angel. Did you see him walking past you today, sad that he hadn't managed to buy a keyring at the RAD art fair? Bitch surprise, his fan club are still demons, the keyring will mysteriously appear on his desk in the classroom written "To Luke, a little big ray of sunshine in our lives" and the person who bought it has left the RAD, anyone know why?
Still on the subject of fan clubs, we're not talking about Solomon's. If the number of demons he has a pact with isn't enough of a warning, there are others walking around in capes and blouses as if they were cosplayers and sending letters to his house with phrases like 'roses are red, violets are blue, can we make a pact? Signed: Demon X' should be a better warning
And to end the fan clubs, MC's are trained in the art of being meticulous, a silent army that lives in the shadows - meaning they are in the devildom version of twitter. Lots of photos taken on the sly, fanart of all kinds, fanfics, merchandise and videos edits of (and when were they sheep? There are millions and millions of images circulating out there). Ever wondered why Miss Em sold so much? The MC fandom. They won't compete with anyone for their attention, the sweet human is simply appreciated the way they are (and they don't want to be on the brothers' list to "get away from the MC"). The Human Appreciation Club was not approved by the student council and they removed their devilpedia page, but that didn't erase these demons desire to idolize MCs. Live, love and laugh for MC, the way simps are.
At some point, the Real or Cake trend went crazy until Luke, who started making desserts that looked like everyday things, only stopped after surprising Simeon by cutting a cell phone-shaped cake (Simeon tried to break his with his hand after that, thinking it was cake. He spent 3 weeks without a phone)
Every time MC returns from a trip to the human world, they have to bring a suitcase just with souvenirs from there. Luckily, it can be anything they find fun, like a frog-shaped coaster, a jar of M&Ms with a pinwheel on top, a whole corn cake, a tie with a motivational quote, a children's book, or a coin of a specific year. Everyone just loves the fact that MC was thinking of them and they love using the gift they received. Barbatos's favorite tea set is now a completely transparent one with gold floral details.
Children's cartoons from 1940 still show on Devildom TV and Beel watches while eating or working out.
Lucifer has a family photo inside his wallet, Mammon once tried to steal his credit card, he was so shocked that he ended up screaming, he was caught and punish. Neither of them mention the photo.
#obey me#obey me swd#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me satan#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me solomon#obey me simeon#obey me luke#obey me barbatos#obey me hcs#obey me headcanons
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Sorry the anon for the part 3 to bakugos brother. It’s part 3 to kirishima x male reader bakugos little brother plz.
Title: bakugos brother
Chapter: 3
Fandom: my hero Academia
Warnings: male reader, fluff, angst, complicated family relationships
Notes: I'm giving him a quirk for plot purposes
☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️🐟☁️
(Name) Knew his parents weren't as attentive to him as they were his brother, at some point he grew to be fine with it.
What he wasn't expecting was that his parents didn't want him going to U.A because he would outshine his brother; this left a bitter taste in his mouth when he learned this.
Kirishima didn't know what (name)s quirk was, all he knew is that (name) didn't like talking about it but what he wasn't expecting was (name) inviting him to a chess tournament he would be playing at, at U.A. "there's a nice cash prize, maybe after we can get food if Aizawa allows it" (name)s soft and calm voice said over the phone and Kirishima grinned, swooning ever so slightly at his boyfriends casual romanticism "I would love too! Oh there's a place that sells cakes that look like sheep!" He could hear (name) huff out a soft laugh "sure, whatever"
When (name) arrived at U.A with his visitors pass, he was greeted by Aizawa who would be accompanying him, where all players being escorted? "Hello again, Mr. Aizawa" (name) said blandly with a respectful bow, the hero always shocked at how different the Bakugo siblings were "I hope my brother isn't giving you to many grey hairs" Aizawa huffed, amused at the other who was so calm and collected while joking "you think you're gonna win?" The man asked the teen when they made it to the event room, set up with nice chess sets on multiple tables "I know I will"
(Name) Was calm as he defeated his opponents in less than 20 moves, refusing any draws and even managing to make one person cry.
Kirishima watched with rapt attention though he couldn't help but notice that none of (name)s family showed up, not even Bakugo who was in the same location as (name) at the moment and it made the redhead want to support (name) even more, having gotten a bouquet for him as a "you won!" Gift as he watched his handsome boyfriend lay absolute hell upon his opponent.
What they didn't know is that someone was also watching this, with eager eyes and chaos thoughts brewing as he watched every game with rapt attention.
"He was supposed to be the best from Shibuya but he got cocky" (name) said calmly as Kirishima asked him countless questions, he didn't really get chess but he thought it was hella manly and badass at how collected (name) took down his opponents "they aren't my enemies, I would have to care for them to be an enemy" (name) explained when Kirishima said they were his enemies, the redhead smiling with a stupidly happy expression on his face as (name) held a trophy and a cheque of 100k, this was a huge open after all.
"(Name), could you follow me" Aizawa said calmly and (name) looked a bit confused but followed regardless as Kirishima told him he would see him later.
"What's this about?" (Name) Asked as they walked through the halls "Nedzu wants to talk to you" Aizawa said as he knocked on a door, the doors opening automatically as the rat god himself sat at his chair with a smile "please do sit, tea? I know you like your coffee black Aizawa" Nedzu said happily and (name) seemed uncomfortable as he sat down "no thank you" he said softly "congratulations on your win, I see you have never lost a match-- quite impressive"
"Thank you" (name) kept composure as Nedzu sipped his tea "now why didn't you tell us you had an intelligence quirk?"
"Because I don't? I have my grandpa's quirk, a weaker version of my mom's, I basically just have good skin"
"Then it seems you were lied to" Nedzu said looking at the teens grades "you get perfect scores at everything and you learn things at a rate no other student can achieve not to mention the chess tournament" (name) was confused and frustrated as he listened to the principal explain his quirk. "Intelligence quirks are nearly as rare as healing quirks, I am going to have to contact your family as lying about quirks is no joking matter, do you think there's a reason they may have kept this a secret?"
(Name) Knew why, it was always the same reason for everything.
So he didn't outshine his brother.
They did tests after tests, Aizawa there for it all just to make sure the principal didn't go overboard as he often tended to do "... You have indeed an intelligence quirk" Nedzu said simply and (name) felt his world crash just a little, his fears confirmed "so what happens now?"
"I would like you to attend U.A as my student" Nedzu said simply and (name) looked confused "he likes that you don't have that cockiness that those who grow up with intelligence quirks have, you have compassion" Aizawa explained simply and Nedzu nodded in agreement "perfect for a hero" not to mention he saw (name) carefully move snails and usher a mouse away from danger through the cameras, the teen though blunt and cold was willing to help anything in need.
"Why didn't you apply to U.A?" He was often asked and now when the two asked, he answered honestly.
"Because my parents didn't think I would be good enough for it" (name) said genuinely and the room grew quiet "and three people from the same school? Felt incredibly unlikely" he said awkwardly and fidgeted with the trophy in his arms "did you wish to attend?"
"Didn't everyone?"
(Name) Left the office sometime after as Kirishima was waiting with his homework in his lap on a bench just down the hall and perked up when he saw his boyfriend "it's late, do you have a parent to walk you home?" Aizawa asked the teen who shook his head, (name)s parents typically didn't pick him up and simply got him a bus pass-- hell he learned to forge their signatures just so he could do things.
Like chess opens, it's how he made his cash.
"I'll walk you home" he said simply and (name) sighed softly as Kirishima seemed excited at this "could I join sir?!" He was practically vibrating as the teacher sighed before agreeing.
"What did you do!" Mrs. Bakugo barked out angrily, seeing her son being escorted by a pro hero and a hero in training "your son is being escorted home as he had no one to do so after his chess match, crime is rising in the area so it's better to be safe than sorry"
"I see, im sorry he inconvenienced you"
"Actually, I'm also here on behalf of U.A, do you have a moment?"
#bnha x male reader#bnha x reader#mha x male reader#mha x reader#kirishima x male reader#kirishima x reader#male reader#x male reader#anime x male reader#anime x reader
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wolf in sheep's clothing
↳ jake sully x fem!omatikaya!reader
content warnings | smut ( minors dni ), predator / prey play ( but pretty mild ), oral ( m ), masturbation ( f ), dirty talk, praise, knife play if you squint, facial, accidental stimulation
word count: 3587
notes | here i am for day four of romancing pandora: predator / prey ! first time writing for the man who got me into this fandom and who doesn't love some 2009! jake. these just keep getting longer, its a blessing and a curse
na'vi dictionary | ikran — banshee ; mawey — be calm ; pa'li — direhorse ; tewng — loincloth
Jake’s breath came out in shallow pants, calves burning with exertion as he carried himself as quickly and quietly as he could through the dense foliage of the forest. It was nearing eclipse, the shine of the sun becoming dimmer through the canopies of the massive trees, the more obscured fauna already beginning to glow lightly with bioluminescent colors.
He was a bit embarrassed of how winded he was, taking a pause to put his hands above his head and inhale deep breaths. He did his best to keep in shape after his discharge, but there was only so much cardio you could do while you were planted in a wheelchair.
Luckily, his avatar was quick to build stamina, the lean body adapted to the harsh climate and terrain of the Forest Na’vi. The pads of his feet were rough and strong, thighs tight with muscle to plant himself firmly while climbing trees, lats and biceps sturdy and taut in preparation to swing across vines or scale mountainsides. It was new, weird, and ultimately awesome.
Still, all his physiological adaptations of his new form (his body, he reminded himself, this was his body now) did little to ease the burn in his chest. He’d been running for a while now, ducking down and between trees and vines in ways that his mind remembered but his body was still slowly readapting to.
It was a simple exercise, really. A test to make sure he had adapted to moving and hunting like a Na’vi rather than a Sky Person. He’d become better—learning to quiet his steps, hear the sounds of nature and the wind that could carry his scent and sound, and he was at least trying to feel the energy of the world around. Still, you had wanted to be sure before you brought him on an official hunt, to prevent him from embarrassing both you and him.
You’d begun right after lunch, riding Jake out on your ikran to the far reaches of the forest, miles from Hometree. He’d gotten a head start of about thirty minutes and directions to the general location of Hometree before you’d sent him away with a pat on the back and a knowing smirk.
The task had two rules—1) make it back to Hometree before the eclipse set fully for the night, and 2) don’t get caught.
He’s beginning to recognize the landscape surrounding Hometree, bark marked with knife symbols and stray arrows that preceded the training grounds. He couldn’t be far now.
He knew firsthand how many predators lie in the forest, and they all seemed hell-bent on getting a chunk of his tasty blue flesh, so he wasn’t eager to see one of them again. Then again, there was little in the forest that set his nerves on end more than you.
Your relationship was strange, dancing between the line of ‘absolutely hating each other’ and ‘begrudging friends due to circumstance’. It seemed like you teeteered between them each day depending on your mood or how shitty he was doing in his training.
You’d taken up the mantle of helping Jake with extra training whenever Neytiri was pulled away for her duties as tsakarem, something that was becoming more and more common with the steady invasion of the Sky Demons. You were a strong hunter, more patient than Neytiri was but also twice as demanding. You knew what you wanted done and how, and knew exactly how to get it, even if it meant keeping Jake awake all night practicing his bow stance.
There were times you looked at Jake like he was the scum that stuck to the bottom of your shoe (well, if you wore shoes), like he had single-handedly arrived to make your life difficult. Then, there were the other times. The times when you let your gaze soften as you taught him the words of your people—words like love, and hope and friendship that felt like more than just words when they passed your lips so sweetly. The times when your grip tightens on the bulge of his muscles to adjust his stance, or when your eyes linger a little too long on the exposed skin of his stomach.
It was in those times he felt his mind wander somewhere beyond the defined boundaries of your relationship, to slip into something a little softer, a little hotter. It was starting to become a problem, how ingrained your moods and touches were into the etches of his being, how he was becoming more and more certain that you wanted him just as bad.
Fuck, he could be imagining it, probably was imagining it, but it didn’t matter when you wouldn’t get out of his damn head. You were steady, and tough and so fucking sexy it made his head spin.
He couldn’t help the wandering thoughts as he trailed through the forest, body and mind exhausted from the hours he’d spent watching his every step, craning his head to every sound. His ears twitched up and out, picking up on the low hum of insects and scuffles of small game across the forest floor. He’d been antsy for a while now, the skin rising on the back of his neck and blood thumping through his veins. It felt like he was being watched, that strange dread of being small and targeted creeping up his spine.
The tackle takes him by surprise, the full weight of your body emerging from a low-hanging branch to throw him off balance. He’s a lot bigger than you, stronger too, but this was your terrain and you were definitely in control. He stumbles over vines and rocks as he tumbles back, the impact of the hard ground knocking the breath from his already exhausted lungs.
You’re able to roll off him with grace, readjusting your stance to crouch lowly over him with a mild hiss. Your knife is at his throat before he even has a chance to get his bearings.
“Dead.” Your hot breath hisses over his ear, the cool edge of your knife pressing lightly to his carotid artery.
The blood pounding in his head quickly rushes elsewhere when he’s finally able to take note of your positions. Your face is close enough he can feel your lightly heaving breaths next to his ear, your tail flicking mildly against his thigh as you hold your barely covered sex just above his own. It’s dumb and wrong and he can’t believe he is sporting a halfie right now because what the hell happened to him in life that this gets him hot?
Your gaze softens as he struggles to catch his breath, relaxing your crouch position into a sit on the area just above his loincloth, making him huff. He hopes to whatever god there is on Pandora that you take his flushed cheeks and heavy breathing as anger at being caught and not the mind-bending arousal that was flooding his system.
“You did well, Jake. Most children don’t get nearly this far on their first trial.” You lean back on his lap, knife still dangling from one hand. You clearly don’t seem too bothered with the proximity of your ass to his cock, giving him a teasing look as you praise him. He knew the Na’vi were more open with their sexuality, more casual with touching and feeling than humans but this had to be raising some kind of flags for you.
“Yeah, well, maybe if I had a better teacher…” His voice sounds strained to his own ears, desperate to move the conversation to something, anything, to distract him and get that damn sexy look off your face, like you’ve just won a prize.
Your grin is wide and teasing, easily brushing off his jab. You let your sharp-edged blade trace precariously against the skin of his stomach, voice thick in accented English. “Oh, don’t be a sore sport, Jake. I’m being nice, even though your footsteps are like thunder.”
"Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad.” He huffed, leaning a hand behind his head to catch his breath and avoid your piercing gaze.
“Oh, it was. You were moving around like a baby pa’li, just stomp, stomp, stomp.” Your giggles were relentless as you teased him, thumping your feet and tail in loud smacks to drive home your point.
Jake usually would have found it childish, just pushing you off himself and brushing off his shame. Except, your hips swayed dangerously low to the tent in his loincloth with each of your stomping movements, eventually brushing against his sensitive skin and causing heat to shoot through his stomach and up his spine.
“Fuck, don’t move, darling.” His voice was heavier than he meant it to be, his hands instinctively grasping your hips to stop you from moving any further.
Your eyes trail from the flush high on his cheeks to the twitching of his ears, a slow realization coming over your face. Your eyes dilate, tail twitching behind you as you purposefully push your hips back against the growing bulge of his cock. He lets out a groan, fingers tightening against the curve of your hips as he forces his own to stay still.
“I did this to you?” Your expression is unreadable, eyes darting over his face in question.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Jake rubs a hand over his eyes, obviously embarrassed. You tackled him, got on his lap and put a damn knife to his neck, and he popped a boner like a goddamn teenager. Grace is gonna murder him when she finds out this is what gets him finally kicked out of the village. “You just looked so pretty, and my adrenaline was going. It-it’s really natural-”
“Mawey, Jake, it is ok.” You grasp one of his hands, your fingers soft but insistent as you lead him to the dip between your legs. He looks up with questioning eyes, waiting for your permission, before dipping his fingers underneath the soft fabric. He bites his lip as he lets his fingers explore the valleys of your pussy, coming away hot and slick from your arousal.
Your eyes are still focused only on his face, moving your hips idly against his exploring touch as your breath quickens. “It is the same for me. I want you, Jake, all of you, if you will have me.”
He sits up at the waist, letting the fingers from his free hand trace along the edges of your hips and the base of your tail, relishing in the shivers you let out against his chest. He thinks for a moment he must have hit his head too hard since there was no way this strong warrior, this beautiful being so far from anything he had ever known, was offering herself to him.
Except he can feel every breath that huffs from your chest, each twitch of your thighs against his hip, each tremor that wracks your frame when his fingers roll your clit. It makes any rational thought in his head sweep away, pushing his forehead to yours to breathe in this moment.
“Yes, I want you, of course I want you.”
You reached a hand to his face and he could smell the hot musk of your arousal so strongly it made his hips twitch. He leaned his face into your hand, feeling the soft touch of your fingers before pushing his lips to yours impatiently. You sunk into his embrace as he pulled you close, chests brushing one another as you explored the feel of each other for the first time.
Your tongue slipped between your teeth, teasing the edge of Jake’s lips as you opened yourself up to him, letting the sensations of his fingers dipping into your cunt roll over you.
You’d had a few lovers before, fleeting encounters in the night throughout your life, but none had lit your skin aflame like Jake. He was different and a little forbidden, a strong man who threw himself wholeheartedly into the ways of your people and, fuck, you wanted him like no one before.
His hand trails up the length of your ribs, feeling each dip and curve of your figure as your body moves into him. You let out a shaky gasp that borders on a moan when he grips your tit, thumb moving teasingly along the stiff bud of your nipple. You’re trying so hard to keep yourself together, to be the one in control, but can feel yourself crumbling at each press of his fingers against your hot flesh.
Jake groans against your lips, keeping his thumb rubbing against your tit. “Fuck, I love that sound. Let me hear it again, sweet girl.”
“Me first.” You trail your fingers under the hem of his tewng,pulling the fabric down with a tug to the strings. Jake can see the focus of your eyes, almost grounding yourself like you’re trying to regain some sort of control over your body.
Jake’s touch made you feel like you were falling, an exhilarating and nerve-wracking loss of control that had you shaking. You let your fingers slip over the head of his cock, already wet with precum and decorated with little tanhì on the lavender skin. Jake grunts as you let your fingers slide repeatedly over the wet slit, the confident look from earlier returning to your features as you drink in the sounds he makes with each pass of your hand.
“Oh, come on, darling, let me make you feel good. I was just getting started.” His grin is wicked sharp, as dangerous and enticing as he is, his alien fingers rubbing firmly over your clit to prove his point.
“Come now, I successfully got my prey. Shouldn’t I get to reap a hunter’s reward?” Your lips are swollen as you pant the words into his mouth, moving both your hands to twist around the length of his cock. He hardly muffles a moan at the overwhelming stimulation, brows furrowed in pleasure as you let a grin sneak over your lips.
And fuck that shouldn’t make heat run through him like it does, setting his ears aflame as his hips twitch unwittingly into your grasp. Your prey. He certainly felt like it with the coy way your fingers grasped around his cock, each muscle in his body plying to the sweet friction of your touch.
He lets himself relax back against the dirt and moss of the ground, feeling a pang of need go through him at the look in your eyes as you run your fingers along him, imprinting yourself onto him, declaring him as your bounty in the depths of the woods. “God, darling, you look so pretty, wanna feel your lips on my cock so bad.”
“Being quiet was never your strength, was it?” You tease, flicking your tongue out to run along the bumps on his shaft. They glowed lightly in the dim evening, pulsing a bit as he leaked precum onto your tongue with hitched breath.
“Yeah, well, we all have our flaws.”
You hum against the shaft of his cock, vibrations making his thighs tense under you. “Not a flaw, let me hear how good I make you feel.”
With that, you wrap your lips around the darker tip of his cock, letting your mouth fall over the tip and running your tongue along the sensitive underside of his head. Jake leans up on his elbows to get a good look, pushing stray strands of hair from your face to admire how your lips stretch around him.
Your eyes are glassy as you take what you want from him desperately, tongue playing on each edge of his cock you can reach to see what has him keening into your touch. His cock is wide enough to stretch your lips, a bit of drool edging from the corner of your mouth.
His tail flicks frantically behind him, restless against the dirt ground before coiling itself around the top of your thigh. He struggles to keep his hips still, near panting as you ease your lips down his cock, taking a little more each time your head bobs. Your throat spasms a bit as you get halfway down his length, muscles tightening around his cock as you breathe heavily through your nose.
He lets out a startled grunt, brows pinched in pleasure as he looks down at you with half-lidded eyes. “Oh, shit, just like that, darling, doing so good.”
You look almost proud as you gaze up at him from between his legs, leaving one hand at the base of his cock to stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth. He vaguely notices your other hand moving between your legs.
“Fuck, are you touching yourself? All wet just from sucking my cock? Fuck, I bet it’s so pretty, all stretched out around your little fingers.”
The moan you let out reverberates up his cock and into his spine, making his fingers clench in your hair. He can hear the wet slide of your fingers now, rolling inside yourself at the same pace your mouth is falling down his cock. He wishes he could see better, the way your cunt stretches around your own touch, how you stroke yourself in the ways that make you feel the best, he wants to learn it all and ingrain it in his memory forever.
“Fuck, I wanna feel you moan on my cock when you cum, don’t stop-”
He groans as your fingers increase their pace between your legs, your body swaying with each of your thrusts into yourself, pushing your mouth back onto his cock with each movement. He can feel his resolve running thin, mouth lulling open in panting breaths as he lightly moves his hips to chase the movement of your tongue.
You breathe heavily through your nose as the pace of his hips increase, restless against the ground as you suckle hard at the head of his cock. Your moans are incessant now, high and vibrating against the sensitive skin of his tip as you ride your own high. Your eyes are glassy with tears, tightening your grip on his cock as he feels you tremble against him.
He’s still getting used to the whole idea of this Eywa thing, but fuck, the way you look on your knees has to be some kind of divine omen if he’s ever seen one.
He can barely see your body from here, the peaks of your breasts barely poking from the decorative weaving of your top, but the feeling of your hard nipples brushing against his thighs as you move against him has him reeling. He can’t help every little thought he’s had of you in that moment surface—of his cock between your tits, teasing the hard nubs until you're shaking under him, of the look on your face as you ride him relentlessly for your own pleasure, of your eyes rolling as he fucks his cum back into you.
He can feel his self-control slipping, hips inching up into your throat and causing it to spasm around him. You let him move his hips against you, looking up with teary eyes as you run short on breath. After a few strokes, you pull off his cock, panting and shaking with need.
“Jake, Jake, I-yes, yes” your grip on his cock is messy and wet, slick with his own precum and your saliva. His hips jump at the rawness of your voice, breathy and wanting just for him. It’s been a while since he’s been in the game but fuck, he knows you’re close, whining and grinding against your own fingers as you struggle to keep your hand on rhythm.
“Oh fuck, that’s it, come for me baby, I’m almost there-”
He can feel the moment you fall apart on your own fingers, breath catching as you still yourself at the head of his cock, suckling hard as your eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy. You end up easing yourself off to pant into the meat of his thigh, chest panting and fingers quivering as they work his cock.
“Cum, Jake, let me have it.” Your lips ghost over his length as you move both hands to grip tight around his cock, twisting your fingers at the base as you rub at the sensitive spot below his head. The grunt he lets out is near animalistic, hips pushing desperately up into your slick grip as he chases the edge of release.
The vibration of your voice and the haze of pleasure in your eyes has him hurtling over the edge, stars painting the blackness behind his eyes. Thick strands of cum paint your cheeks and lips, streaks of pearly white on your beautiful blue-skinned complexion.
A sense of pride and possessiveness swells in him at the sight, like he was the one who got to claim you now, covered in his scent and his seed so everyone would know just what happened in the woods. The idea of you flaunting around, a strong and capable warrior, reeking of the alien intruder as you went about his duties had the dimming heat in his loins flaring as he came down from his high.
He pants as aftershocks thrum through his muscles, exhaustion seeping into his bones as you cradle up beside him. He can vaguely feel a contented purr coming from you, tickling his ribs as he pulls you close to put his nose in your hair. “Next time, I’m the one doing the tracking.”
tags: @eywaite @tallulah477 @neteyamsoare @torukmaktoskxawng
#romancingpandora2024#avatar 2009#avatar fanfiction#avatar the way of water#avatar#jake sully#jake sully x reader#jake sully smut#jake sully x you#venus writes#avatar x reader
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YO GUESS WHOS HERE TO TALK ABOUT HAZBIN FANKID OCS BITCHES!
Yeah Ive been wanting to do this for a bit but been super fucking lazy. Got some other fandom ones too I wanna talk about but what with Hazbins first season ending wanna talk about mine with a few tweaks I've done plus one I forgot to add in the last one. I will put this one under spoilers sense the eps just came out and now I have to change shit around till season two for a few of them.
First I have Lucy(used to be Mara and cliche name I know but i like it). She is Charlie and Vaggies kid and named after her grandpa(who spoilers her fucking ROTTEN). Kinda got a design in my head for her that goes with a lamb/goat theme because she is half demon and half angel. Shes got charlies blond hair but more in Vaggies short style and its slightly curly. Shes also got the little hooves, sheep ears and eyes are that horizontal goat type. Like before she is still an absolute artist and loves doing bigger art installations around hell. She ends up dating Husks daughter Heather when they get older.
Second we have Isabella who is by blood Angel and Alastors daughter but her other dad is Husk and sister is Heather. Still got the same design for her that shes a bit more centaur deer like. Shes got the ears(and tail because I'm not giving that headcanon up) of Alastor but with Angels color scheme and fur and kinda a mix of spider claws/hooves(trying to picture her like head/hair in my mind has been a BITCH trying to not just think of it as a carbon copy of Angel). Recently she has become absolutely fucking unhinged as a child in discussions with Musekicker. She is 100% a cannibal and loves to take bites out of people out of pure curiosity of how they taste(leading to many many child leashes that she usually manages to chew her way out of). I like to think that she becomes popular on the hell version of tiktok with cottagecore vibes with a mix of her cannibalism. Dunno why but I like to think that if Alastor sheds his antlers she collects them and makes them into headbands she wears(also uses them to stab people).When older she ends up dating Moxxie and Millies daughter Mable.
Heather is just Huskys by blood and a one night stand but after becoming a couple with Angle and Alastor they become her parents too and Isabella her sister. Every time I think of her design all I can picture is something like Sawyer from Cats Dont Dance. Shes mostly white with a bit of her dads dark grey. Her face all around is just a pure resting bitch face even if she isnt mad or in a bad mood("its literally just my face" is something she has to say a lot). Her biggest secret is how much she LOVES to sing especially musicals and wants to be a stage performer but she thinks she could never make it. She does start to try out in school or any local theater productions thanks to Lucys encouragement. I like to think that after quitting Mammon that even Fizz sometimes does shows for fun and he kinda mentors her after seeing her talent.
Two more to go! Vea is Val and Voxs little accident that they just decide to keep around. She looks mostly like a moth demon but more bluish and sometimes has a little bit of electricity that goes between her antenna. Shes pretty powerful as she can sometimes match Voxs powers if he say fucks around and locks electronics or tv channels. She ends up not exactly running away from home but just kind of wandering away as her parents pay her little to no mind. She ends up at the hotel and kinda taken in by everyone after they learn her story. She ends up becoming the hotels electrician and is fucking terrified of Niffty.
Lastly is one I forgot on my last post who I am not sure what to do with her after the last episode. Her name is Pia and she is Pen and Arackniss kid. Body type she looks mostly like Niss with a little snake tail but she can go full naga like with extra arms/legs when she wants. She has a hood/hair like Pen and is insanely venomous(took me like ten tries to fucking spell that right) do to being half snake/spider. If Pen is in heaven whenever these kids are around she is raised by Niss who stays around the hotel more to take care of her/keep her from his father(who you know is a fucking prick). When he isnt around Angel takes care of his niece. Shes mostly quiet and keeps to herself but she loves weapons of all kinds, being an absolutely crack shot with most firearms.
#hazbin hotel spoilers#stitches ocs#vaggie#hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#angel dust#alastor#husk#vox#valentino#sir pentious#arackniss
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Hi there I just wanted to say I like your writing also can I please have headcanons for Zagreus,Thanatos,Megara and hypnos from hades with a gender neutral s/o who is the god of decay like their powers are able to suck the life force/energy out of any living being and slowly kill them and because of that a lot of people fear them and make rumors of them being this destructive/scary God when in reality their actually really nice and kind just kinda quiet and their also kinda lonely and depressed because of their powers and rumors that have been made about them and just wanna have companions/friends I hope this isn't too much to ask for I enjoy reading your writing ☺️💖🤗❤️
Very Sweet S/O Is the God of Decay
Fandom: Hades
Characters: Hypnos, Megaera, Thanatos, Zagreus
Type of Request: Headcanon
Notes: This is a very interesting request, I’ll do my best with it!!
Hypnos
Calls you a sheep in wolf’s clothing. That’s really what you are when you’re not causing some plague somewhere in the mortal realm.
If he’s ever asked what it’s like dating you because you’re this “big, scary god” then he just gasps and mentions all these horrible, awful things you do. “One time, they accidentally tried washing some colored clothing with white clothes!”
He’s really head over heels for you even if he acts like a little shit at times. If you ask anything of him then he’ll do it (so long as he doesn’t lose his job).
You’re just so precious and always has time for him (unlike his actual family) and so he wants you to feel just as loved.
Megaera
She understands having others view you as intimidating and unapproachable. She gets that, her sisters get that. You being pretty much the complete opposite is something that throws her for a bit of a loop.
In her mind, if you’re scary then you should work with it and use it to your advantage. You’re just a sweetheart and she’ll kill anyone that dares lay a hand on you.
Meg isn’t really the type to talk about you to a lot of people, but Zagreus and Thanatos know and they quickly befriend you (after they give you a bit of a graveyard talk, that is).
She is hesitant to introduce you to her sisters. Probably shows you Tisiphone first since you two are a lot alike in ways before going to Alecto, who she quickly threatens if she tries to harm you.
Thanatos
He heard the rumors and so he had it in his mind to be the utmost respectful to you as your job can’t be an easy one. And then he meets you and you’re apologizing and asking if he’s okay and if you can do anything to make him comfortable with his visit.
He doesn’t know if he’s ever fell in love that fast. You’re just so pure despite your title. He vows to protect and keep you safe when you two start being together.
Thanatos understands being lonely due to being feared, so he tries to introduce you to Zagreus and Meg as they have been his lights in darkness for so long and hope you can be friends with them. He also secretly hopes his best friends like his S/O.
Definitely talks about you to Nyx before actually introducing you to his mother. Doesn’t really want to introduce you to Hypnos as he knows there’s going to be lots of embarrassing stories, but he still does as he cares for his brother and wants his S/O to meet his family.
Zagreus
Of course he was a bit hesitant when he heard about your title the first time. But then he met you and felt guilt for judging you based on things he’s heard.
You get so many gifts from him. You’re just the sweetest and he wants you to feel treasured because you deserve it.
Is more than happy to tell others that you’re his S/O. He might get asked “aren’t you scared?” and the answer is always “hells no” because you’re amazing and he gladly tells you that all the time.
Zagreus knows so many people, he’ll happily introduce you to them all! He promises that some of them are even nice so you can have friends.
#honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe#hades game x reader#hades hypnos x reader#hades megaera x reader#hades thanatos x reader#hades zagreus x reader
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Batfam Fics
This is pretty much just all the Damian Wayne/Jon Kent and Jason Todd/Roy Harper fics I like on Ao3
Jayroy
AO3 is Flooded With Arsenal/Jason Todd and It's All Your Fault by xxELF21xx
~The Internet has a new favourite ship, Jason and Roy watch the world burn.~
ladies and gentlemen will you please stand by bittlebarnes (monroesherlock)Fandoms:
~“Roy and I are getting married,” Jason blurts, and it’s like the entire room stops.
Dick reaches over to slap Bruce on the back because he’s fucking choking on his dinner, but Bruce waves him off and finally swallows.
“What ? Jason, no, you’re not. Why would you say something like that?”~
If your real dad isn't present store bought is fine by Here_we_go
~“Daddy!” the voice screams and suddenly something collides with Jason’s legs. He looks down, it’s a child, black hair, brown eyes, tiny little overalls and a tiny little backpack. She’s clinging to his legs and she’s definitely talking to him.
What the shit?
“See?" She shouts pointing, "My daddy's here now and he's going to fuck you up!"~
Lies That Were Never Told by evilly_laughing
~“You’re the straight brother.”“Oh?” Well that’s news to Jason, a very queer individual with a boyfriend.~
Things My Heart Used to Know by poisonivory
~Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne's beloved adopted son, was kidnapped when he was fifteen. He was never found. Six years later, Roy Harper runs across a very familiar face, three thousand miles from Gotham. "Jay" has no last name, no memory, and no reason to believe he's a potential heir to Gotham's largest fortune. But with Bruce Wayne offering a five million dollar reward to anyone who can bring his son home, Roy and Jay figure it might be worth teaming up to claim the money, even if Jay is only a fraud.~
Call Roy by Rulerofyouall
~Jason gets shot while helping the Bats on a mission. He asks them to call Roy before passing out, and the Batfamily learns that their relationship is a bit closer than any of them had thought.~
i'm done with this heartache, i'm done with the demons, can't wait to be normal, right after this weekend by tommyshepherdd (gaysupersoldiers)
~As he loomed over Jason’s bed, trying to figure out his course of action, Roy opened his eyes. He immediately went wide eyed and attempted to shrink away from him. “I expect to see you at breakfast.” Bruce told him solemnly, turning on one heel to leave dramatically.~
Daddy Daddy (If You Could Only See) by poisonivory
~Bruce Wayne and Oliver Queen are two of the wealthiest and most famous men in the country - and oh yeah, they hate each other. Their sons, Jason Todd and Roy Harper, are the black sheep of their respective families and tabloid darlings. But when Roy suggests they pretend to date to stir up the paparazzi and piss off their dads, he doesn't expect himself to start falling for Jason for real.~
Damijon
About Last Night by desolationofzara
~Damian groaned miserably and ran his hand down his face. Something cool slid against his skin in contrast to his warm hand. Damian forced himself to open his eyes and he blinked blearily up at his hand. There was a simple silver band with a line of tiny sapphires going all the way around it."When the hell did I ever own this ring?" Damian thought, closing his eyes and massaging his throbbing temples~
'Cause I Made My Mind Up You're Going to Be Mine by poisonivory
~Jon’s heart started pounding so hard he would have been concerned if he’d heard it in a regular human’s chest. “Are you saying that you’ve been courting me?”Damian’s brow furrowed. “Yes, obviously.” “Obviously?” Jon echoed. “When did...how? What was the courtship part?” And how had he missed it? This was so unfair.~
It Wouldn't Be Make Believe (If You Believed In Me) by poisonivory
~When Damian traces the source of a lethal new party drug to Metropolis University, it only makes sense to go undercover as a student to ferret out the culprits. He doesn't expect to run into Met U student Jon Kent, and he definitely doesn't expect to get mistaken for Jon's boyfriend. But hey, what harm could it do to play along?~
Dami... an Wayne? by Lizabeth_Shabow
~Jon's friends try to figure out who his secret boyfriend is.~
#SoftRobin by mistolez
~Damian is unexpectedly left alone in Gotham for a month as the rest of the batfamily are busy elsewhere. It is during this time that Gotham gets to know and fall in love with their youngest vigilante (and a hero from Metropolis too, urgh).~
Misc.
Uh, Batman? That’s Rā’s al Ghûl by Taxi_Cab_To_Slowtown
~“I propose the League have a family day here at the Watchtower this weekend. Open to all the families of our heroes who know their identities and who you are willing to introduce to the rest of the team. It’ll be to encourage team bonding and to allow stronger relationships to be formed between the League member’s families.” The Justice League were going to get more than they bargained for.~
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I’m talking about these two scenes bc dammit I love tragic best friends
In scene A, Cory uses the dream sheep to get access to a dream where nothing went wrong and all of his friends are happy. This dream ends up hijacked by SCP 990 and the dream versions of his friends guilt him until he’s brought to 990’s plane.
In scene B, Hooper goes for a nap (for the first time since his cyborg enhancements) and is faced with Cory, who simply says that Hooper betrayed him. Hooper doesn’t feel guilt towards this, and instead punches the glass Cory appeared in which leads him to SCP 990’s plane of existence.
VERY similar scenes on the surface, dream gets hijacked by 990, 990 decides to use guilt to bring the persons awareness to their dreaming
Simple
But there’s so much more than on the surface.
First off, let’s go over Cory’s dream
He requests a dream from the dream sheep where all of his friends are there and happy. In this alignment, we do not see Hooper. When being guilted, he shows clear remorse and attempts to rationalize his actions.
Hoopers dream is quite different.
His dream is not something he requested to have through a specific SCP, however it was still influenced by one. SCP 965 appeared in the window in Hoopers room during this dream, and upon seeing 965, he punches the glass. After the glass is broken, A dream version of Cory appears, guilting Hooper. Hooper shows no remorse, and attempts to attack Cory. This does not work and Hooper is instead given a clear access to SCP 990’s plane.
Hooper appears to not regret his actions towards Cory in any way, so why does this dream apparition of Cory appear in the first place?
You might say it was SCP 990 trying to get Hoopers attention, but why do something that Hooper feels no guilt towards?
We all know that dreams are telling of the subconscious. So I argue that this is Hooper subconsciously trying to regain a semblance of control.
Hooper feels regret, but it’s actively being suppressed by his cyborg enhancements. Of course we all know this, but the fact that Hooper was trying to fight against this says so much more.
Cory on the other hand, feels clear remorse to everyone who guilted him in his dream.
But Hooper wasn’t there.
SCP 990 didn’t even bring in Hooper to amp up the guilting, because it wouldn’t have worked.
In later episodes, Cory continuously shows that he is more angry at Hooper than he is guilty for shooting him. Hell, we never even see if Cory feels guilty about that. Yet Cory keeps trying to fix up what happened, even when he hears that Hooper’s going to die soon.
It’s called into question by Dr. Patience if Cory still sees Hooper as a friend, and we never receive a clear answer.
They are TRAGIC and I love it.
Anyways five other people in this fandom how we feeling
#newscapepro#newscapepro scp#Nsp Cory#Nsp hooper#Nsp SCP#Nsp analysis#media analysis#cassettes tapes
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Fits of Passion and Idiocy | eddie munson
CONTAINS SPOILERS
fandom | Stanger Things
character | Eddie Munson
reader | he/him (she ver.)(they ver.)
requested | anonymous
warnings | brief mention of drugs, canon character death, fandom typical blood & violence, mild angst
word count | 14,814
keys | (Y/n) = Your name, (L/n) = Last name, (f/c) = favorite color, (D/n) = Dog's name
summary | eddie fix it fic PLEASE im begging literally you an do anything you want just fix it my heart was BROKEN
editor | @feliscatus-exe
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“So, uh, speaking of monsters, uh, Lucas has to do his, uh… balls-in-laundry-baskets game. So…” Dustin trails off, chuckling. “He’s not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight.” His attempt to lighten the mood while talking about such a thing seems to have no sway on Eddie.
“And I know there’s no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him. So, me and mike, we were talking, shooting the shit, and we were thinking that ma-maybe we- we might-”
“Postpone.” Mike cuts his rambling short.
“Postpone!?” The rest of the Hellfire Club shouts in anger. They begin talking over each other, most of their sentences overlapping and inaudible.
“Shut up!” Eddie shouts over everyone else. Gareth sighs and swallows his frustration.
“You saying Sinclair’s been taken in by the dark side?” Eddie asks.
“Uh. Something like that.” Mike replies.
“Something like that?” Eddie hisses as he throws a pretzel at him.
“Jesus Christ.” Dustin whispers, his voice high-pitched and somewhat trembling.
“And rather than find a sub for him, you want… you want to postpone ‘The Cult of Vecna’?” He asks, another pretzel in his hand. Whether for eating or throwing, they’re unsure.
“I… I don’t want to postpone it. We don’t want to postpone it. It’s just that, you know, most of the subs will be at the championship game.” Mike begins to plead his case, but Eddie stands up from his chair halfway through his sentence.
“Oh, it’s the championship game?” He asks.
“Yeah?” He replies, his words coming out as more of a question than an answer.
“Can I level with you? Jeff graduates this year. Gareth’s got, what? A year and a half? Me, I am army-crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O’Donnell’s. If I don’t blow her final, I’m gonna walk that stage next month, I’m gonna look principal Higgins dead in the eye, I’m gonna flip him the bird, I’m gonna snatch that diploma, and I’m gonna run like hell outta here.” He’d made his way around the entire table by the end of his spiel, pumping up the theatrics as he always did, which made Dustin laugh.
“Didn’t you say that last year?” Gareth asks.
“And the year before that?” Jeff chimes in. Eddie half jogs back to the table.
“Yeah, yeah, and I was full of shit. This year’s different. This year is my year. I can feel it. ‘86 baby.” He relays with a shit-eating grin—the rest of the group chuckles.
“You know what that means?” Eddie asks. Dustin and Mike shake their heads.
“It means you boys are the future of Hellfire. I knew it the moment I saw you. You sat on that table right over there, looking like… looking like two little lost sheep.” He says, leaning down to the boys' level with his hands on either of their shoulders.
“You were wearing a Weird Al T-shirt, which I thought was brave,” Eddie says to Dustin.
“Thank you.” He replies, his voice hardly even a whisper.
“Mike, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy bought you from goddamn Gap,” Eddie says to Mike, causing them to laugh much louder than before. At the moment their guards were down, Eddie pulls them up from their chairs by their shirts, forcing them to walk alongside him.
“And we showed you that school didn’t have to be the worst years of your lives, right?” He asks.
“No,” Mike replies.
“Okay, no, no. Well, I’m here to tell you that there are other little lost sheepies out there who need help. Who need you. And all you guys gotta do is get your Bo-Peeps on and go and find one.” He says, giving them one final shove away from the table.
>><<
Mike and Dustin groan as they sit on the brick wall surrounding the outside benches.
“I hate high school,” Mike says. Dustin grunts in response. As he looks away from Mike, he notices something in the distance.
“Hey hey look, two o’clock.” He says. Mike looks in the opposite direction of two o’clock, seeing as he’d never learned what that meant. Dustin rolled his eyes and pointed.
“Over there dipshit.” He said. They watched as a (f/c) backpack with a D20 keychain on the zipper disappeared into the library. He looked at Mike as Mike looked at him, presumably having the same thought. They both stood up and rushed toward the building, throwing the doors open fervently.
“Where did he go?” Dustin whisper-shouted.
“I-I don’t know Dustin! Maybe we should look for him in the aisles.” Mike replied. Dustin sighed as he walked further into the library, checking behind every shelf for any sign of life. Finally, he’d found you, all the way in the back where you were putting books back on the shelf.
“You!” He shouted. You jumped, so startled by the loud outburst that you dropped the book you were holding. You bent over to pick it up and turned around to see who was bothering you. You looked down at who you could only assume was a freshman.
“Please keep it down. Library policy. Do you need help finding a book or something?” You asked. A second freshman rounded the corner and walked to stand next to the first.
“You play DnD.” The one with curly hair stated, almost matter-of-factly. You raised your eyebrows.
“Um… No. I don’t.” You replied as you turned away from him, starting to put the books back once again.
“Then why do you have a D20 keychain?” He asked. You sighed.
“Because I used to play.” You said.
“So you know how?” He asked.
“Well, yeah, but the last time I played was like four years ago. Plus, why do you care? I don’t even know you.” You replied.
“I’m Dustin Henderson and this is Mike Wheeler. We’re part of the Hellfire club and we need someone to sub in for the campaign tonight. So will you?” He asks, his voice desperate.
“No.” You reply simply.
“W-What? Seriously?”
“Yeah. Seriously. Truly. No.” You say, turning around to face him. Dustin looks at Mike, silently asking him for help but Mike only shrugs in response. Dustin sighs and turns back to you. He notices the school ID around your neck and reads your name, before deciding to take a page out of Eddie’s book.
“Can I level with you for a moment (Y/n)?” He asks. You raise your eyebrows at the use of your name.
“We need you, so I’m willing to sweeten the deal on your end.” He says. You scoff.
“Dude, you know nothing about me. How could you possibly ‘sweeten the deal’?” You ask, putting air quotes around what he’d said.
“Well everybody loves movies! I can make it so you don’t have to pay to rent a movie for the next month.” He replies. You raise your eyebrows.
“Oh yeah? And how exactly are you gonna do that Dustin Henderson?” You say, leaning on the cart of books.
“I have a buddy who works at Family Video. He’ll waive your fee for the next month, I swear.”
“And if he doesn’t?”
“I’ll pay!” He shouts.
“Shhh!” You shout back at him.
“Sorry. Sorry.” He whispers. You roll your eyes.
“So you’ll get your buddy to waive my movie rental fee for the next month if I play DnD with you for one night?” You ask. Dustin nods. You think for a second before sighing.
“Alright fine. But I swear to God if you try to pull a fast one on me, I’ll make your life hell. And I mean it, kid.” You say, poking your finger into his chest.
“Yes! You won’t regret this (Y/n)! Come on Mike!” He says as he bolts out the library doors with his friend in tow.
“You think Steve will let him rent for free?” Mike asked.
“Who cares? We have found a sub for tonight and that’s all that matters.”
>><<
The leader of the Hellfire Club sits on his throne. Hands folded together as he eyes you standing next to Dustin and Mike.
“Absolutely not.” He says after a pause of silence.
“You asked for a sub. We delivered.” Dustin said as he motioned toward you.
“This is Hellfire Club. Not Sports club.” He says, pointing at your Indiana Hoosiers T-shirt. You rolled your eyes.
“It was the only shirt I had clean. Plus, it’s comfortable you elitist piece of shit.”
“My, my. The sports fan knows big words.” Eddie replies, eliciting chuckles from his friends. He stands up from his throne, walking toward you.
“So, what’s your name, sports fan?”
“(Y/n) (L/n).” You reply. He laughs.
“So you’re the boy who works in the library.” You scoff and turn to Dustin.
“Wow, intuitive, isn’t he?” You say, earning a laugh from his friends. He turns and glares at them, shutting them up immediately.
“What’s your class and level? Level one half-orc?” He asks, once again earning laughter from his buddies.
“My name is Akzire the Wretched. And I’m a chaotic neutral Tiefling Fighter, level 15. And I will valiantly protect my party members by beheading any monster you throw my way with my scimitar. And I will brandish their head for all to see as a token of my victory. So, we gonna do this, or are you gonna keep pestering me like you’re a little girl in need of attention?” You ask. The five members stare at you as you face off with Eddie, shocked at how effortlessly you’ve challenged him. They wait in stunned silence, but after a moment, he breaks out into a cheeky smile and offers you his hand to shake.
“Welcome to Hellfire.” He says. You roll your eyes one last time, but with a smile, as you shake his hand.
>><<
You sit at the table, listening intently as Eddie relays his campaign onto the club.
“The hooded cultists chant, ‘Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna.’ They turn to you, remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shriveled, desiccated. And something else. He is not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!” He shouts, covering his own with his hand. The party erupts in protests, strings of “no”s and “come on man”s.
“Vecna’s dead!” Jeff shouts.
“He was killed by Kas!” Mike yells, to which Eddie smirks at.
“So it was thought, my friends. So it was thought. But Vecna… Lives!” He exclaims, placing the figurine on its podium with unmatched vigor. He resigns back to his throne.
“You are scared. You’re tired. You are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or stand your ground and fight?” He asks. Mike reclines in his seat as Dustin ponders the options.
“Come on.” Eddie prods. After a few seconds, he speaks up.
“I say we fight. To the death.” He states.
“To the death.” Mike agrees, nodding his head. They look toward you. You sigh.
“Fuck it. To the death.” You reply. The rest of the table breaks out into smiles.
“To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death! To the death!” Everyone chants while slamming their palms down. Eddie’s large smile is plastered on his face as he watches.
“To the death!” Dustin screams as he pumps his fists in the air. You grab the dice and roll, watching as they slide over the surface of the table. They all shout in triumph, some even clapping. It’s Mike's turn to roll, but it lands on 8, a miss. Eddie pushes over his figurine and the club begins to groan in protest. Jeff rolls. Miss. Miss after miss after miss and Eddie begins to laugh maniacally.
“Time out time out!” One of the members calls. You all step away from the table and huddle up.
“Guys, I hate to say this, but we've got to flee,” Gareth says, clear tiredness in his tone.
“I concur.” The person who called the time-out replies.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t we just agree on ‘to the death’?” You asked.
“That wasn’t literal,” Gareth replies.
“Vecna just decimated us. We can’t kill him with two players.” Jeff argues. You sigh and turn to Dustin, who’s already on the defense.
“You too? He only has 15 hit points left. Don’t be pussies.” He practically growls.
“Pussies? Really? Cause we’re not delusional.”
“Delusional? How about ‘not cowards’.” You retort.
“Hey!” Eddie calls from across the room, grabbing everyone’s attention and breaking the huddle.
“If I may interject gentlemen. Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don’t try to be heroes. Not today, ‘kay?” He says, that cheeky shit-eating grin back on his face. It would make you furious if part of you didn’t find it so cute. Dustin holds up a finger.
“One sec.” He says before reforming the huddle circle.
“What do you think Mike?” He asks.
“How many hit points do you and Akzire have left?”
“Twelve.” Both you and Dustin proclaim in unison.
“It’s risky as hell… But you’re the ones on the battlefield. So it’s your call.” Mike says. You sigh and look at Dustin.
“What do you say Akzire the Wretched?” He asks. You smile.
“Do you even have to ask?” You reply. A moment of silence hangs over the Hellfire Club as Dustin contemplates.
“Screw it.” He finally mutters, pulling away from the huddle.
“Let’s kill this son of a bitch.” He states. Everyone approaches the table.
“The chances of success are 20-to-1,” Jeff says. Dustin holds up his finger.
“Never tell me the odds. Give me the D20.” He demands, holding his open palm out. Eddie picks up the die with that damn smile painted on his face and tosses it toward him. He catches it and holds his hands over his shoulder, shaking it vigorously. You watch with bated breath as he tosses it. It rolls and rolls and rolls until finally… 11.
“That's! A! Miss!” Eddie calls out, shaking his head after every word.
“Shit! Shit!” Dustin shouts, and in his anger, he knocks one of the soda cans off the table. But now, you were up. The entire game hinged on your role, and you could feel every bit of pressure as you picked up the die. You closed your eyes and shook it in your hands, feeling the intense stares on you as you did so.
“Please!” You could hear Gareth shout beside you.
“Come on!” Dustin called out. But their words fell on unlistening ears. You were too focused on the cool feeling of the die gently hitting the palms that encased it. Finally, without thinking about it, you released it. Watching with unmatched intensity as it rolled, the quiet clacking against the wooden table sounded immeasurable in magnitude. And then, it reached the end of its road. No more cascading down the table. It stopped. And it landed with the 20 side facing up.
“Crit hit!” You shouted, the rest of the club exploding in cheers alongside you.
“What? What?” Eddie shouted in disbelief, laughing and clapping his hands.
“That’s why we play!” He said, bending over and extending his arms, almost as if he was presenting your victory to someone. You smiled, much brighter than you had in a long time. Maybe this Hellfire thing wasn’t so bad after all.
>><<
You whistled as you pulled your car into the parking lot of the Family Video, double-checking the address Dustin had written down for you. It seemed like it was the right one so you put your car in park and gathered your keys and wallet. As you were doing so, you saw Dustin rush into the store, a redheaded girl following right behind him. What perfect timing.
Nobody paid you any mind as you walked into the store, perusing their many isles of movies, searching for something that may come of interest to you. Dustin was behind the counter with the redhead you saw earlier and two people you vaguely recognized from school.
You shuffled through the shelves closest to the front counter. It was by pure happenstance that you heard their conversations. Dustin, along with the two girls you didn't know were all on the phone, and it sounded like they were talking about Eddie, meanwhile, the older guy was cheesing up a customer with some romcom, which you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at.
“Hey, guys, I might have a lead.” The redhead called out as she hung up the phone.
“Seriously?” Dustin asked as he turned around in his chair to look at her.
“Yeah. Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there.” She replies. You whistled as you approach the counter, having decided which movies you wanted to take home.
“Now that is a name I haven’t heard in a minute,” You say, setting your items down.
“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” Dustin asks. You shrug and push your tapes toward the worker.
“Cashing in on the sweet deal Dustin gave me to play DnD with him.” You reply. This statement catches the older guy's interest and he walks over.
“Wait wait wait. What’s he talking about Dustin?” He asks.
“Shit. Now, before you get mad at me Steve, I was desperate.”
“Dustin. What. Did. You. Do.” He demands, dropping his palms on the counter. Dustin sighs and closes his eyes.
“I may or may not have told him he could get movies here without paying the rental fee.” He says, getting the words out as fast as he could.
“You did what?!” Steve asks. You smile and lean your head on your palm, which you lean on the counter.
“For a month.” You interject. Steve looks at you and then at Dustin.
“For a month?!” He shouts. Dustin rolls his eyes.
“H-Honestly Steve it’s not that big of a deal. You can just-”
“Not that big of a deal? Not that big of a deal!? You have the nerve to- to-to-”
“Pimp you out?” You suggest.
“Pimp me out! Thank you (Y/n). And then tell me it’s not a big deal. Who do you think-”
“Guys shut up!” The redhead silenced them. They did so without question and she turned to you.
“You said you hadn’t heard that name for a while. Reefer Rick?” She asks. You nod.
“I used to hang at his place and get high before he got busted.” You reply, tracing your finger along the cover of the VHS on the counter.
“You smoke?” Steve asks, obviously perplexed by this fact. You shrugged.
“There ain’t exactly much else to do in this shithole town.” You reply.
“But that means you know where he lives? That-That’s great! Get me a pen so I can write it down!” Dustin says, searching for a piece of paper.
“Now hold on there Dustin. I’m not just going to give you the address. What kind of a person would that make me?” You reply innocently, but before he can speak, you continue.
“At least… not for free.”
“Jesus Christ (Y/n) seriously? Now is not the time to dick around.” Dustin practically yells at you.
“Who’s he gonna pimp out this time?” The older girl said as she nudged Steve. You chuckle as you hold your hand up.
“I don’t want anything supermassive. Free movies for a month are profit enough. I just want to tag along. Be a part of the know, you know?” You reply. Dustin looks at the redhead who shakes her head.
“(Y/n), I don’t think you want to know this know, okay. It’s in your better interest to just give us the address and forget this ever happened.” He said, placing a sticky note and pen in front of you. You raise your eyebrows and sigh.
“Alright, fine.” You say, grabbing the pen and writing on the paper. Once you were done you slid it over to him. He grabbed it with fervor but paused when he read it. Not a chance kid.
“I told you. I want all the details, or you guys will never find Reefer Rick. Well… you might but, it could be too late.” You say, gathering the VHSs you’d set down.
“But if you guys don’t want to know, I'll just be on my way.” You walk away from the service desk, hearing Dustin string out profanities.
“(Y/n)! Wait.” He calls out. You turn around, a coy smile on your face.
“We’ll tell you on the way there, 'cause it’s a long story.” He says with a sigh. You smile and grab your car keys from your pocket.
“Shall we?”
>><<
“So just to recap. Chrissy Cunningham is dead, last seen with Eddie Munson in his trailer by you, Max Mayfield, but you didn’t go straight to the cops with this information, instead, you go to Dustin Henderson's house to tell him, and even after that you still don’t go to the cops, you go to Family Video where you relay the entire situation to your friends Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, and might I just add it’s a bit concerning how many young adults you’re friends with. What is it now, four?” You say, your hands on the steering wheel of your car.
“Wow, he’s got a great memory. When did we even tell you our last names?” Robin asks.
“I recognized you two from the yearbook.” You said with a shrug. The familiar sound of gravel on your tires was somewhat pleasant as you pulled to the side of the house. The sun had long since set, so most were carrying flashlights as they approached the door and rang the doorbell. Waiting not even a second before the first bell finishes, he rings it again. He rings it seven more times before he starts to bang on the window.
“Okay. Well, that’s settled. I guess he’s not here.” Steve says, but you knew he wouldn’t give up that easy. And true to your thoughts, he leans over and yells into the window.
“Eddie! It’s Dustin!”
“Great.”
“Look, we just wanna talk okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help.” He shouts as he pounds on the glass pane.
“Eddie!”
“Shhh!” Robin shouts at him. He begins to ring the doorbell again.
“Rick!” He calls out as he pounds in the door.
“Is he always like this?” You whisper to Steve. He sighs and nods.
“Reefer rick!” Dustin yells.
“Don’t scream that.” Steve scolds him.
“Rick!”
“He’s not there!” You turn your attention away from the loud door pounding and their incessant bickering to see Max making her way around the house.
“Reefer Rick!” Dustin’s shouting pulls your attention back to him.
“Just-”
“He might just be really high…” Dustin suggests.
“Is that a foot?” Steve asks. You roll your eyes.
“No, that’s just a shoe,” Dustin replies.
“Obviously dumbass.” You mutter.
“Hey, guys!” Max shouts. Everyone looks at her for a brief second before leaving the front porch and stationing behind her. There was an eerie-looking boat house staring back at you.
“Despite it being a terrible idea, why do I have the feeling that we’re gonna go poking around in there?” You asked. Max looked over her shoulder at you before looking back at the boathouse. She slowly approached it, shining her light in the windows. You sighed.
“Yep. How did I know?” You say as you roll your eyes and follow close behind her. Once you’d made a full circle around the building, you reached the door. Robin was the first to push it open.
“Hello?” She called out to the vast darkness.
“Is anyone home?” She said, sweeping her flashlight across the room. She stepped inside, Max following her. Then Dustin, then you, then Steve bringing up the tail end.
“What a dump.” He said, looking around.
“Yeah well, I’m sure Eddie wouldn’t be hiding out in the Hilton.” You replied. Steve rolled his eyes and clicked off his flashlight so he could put it away. Once he did, he grabbed what looked to be an oar off the wall and began to violently poke whatever the tarp covered in the center of the room.
“What are you doing?” Dustin asks. Steve responded by poking it again. Dustin repeated his question and Steve shrugged.
“He might be in here.”
“So take the tarp off!” Dustin exclaimed while Steve continued to mess with it.
“If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.” He replied. They both continued to circle the boat, neither of them removing the tarp.
“Hey, look over here,” Max called. You and Robin walked to her side, examining whatever she was ushering to.
“Someone was here.” She said, picking up the wrappers scattered access the surface.
“Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran.”
“Don’t worry. Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin replied sarcastically.
“I know you think you’re being funny Henderson but considering almost everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don’t find it funny in the slight-” Steve was cut off by the sound of glass shattering and movement so fast you could barely perceive it. Eddie had emerged from the tarp and was backing steve against a wall, holding the jagged edges of the broken glass bottle toward his throat.
“Wait wait wait wait wait!” Steve shrieked in horror. You speechlessly watched, unsure of what you could do.
“Woah, woah, woah, Eddie! Eddie! Stop! Eddie! Eddie!” Dustin called out as you all rushed toward him but still kept a reasonable distance. Eddie turned his head to stare at him. His eyes were wide with terror, and you couldn’t help but wonder what the hell you’d gotten yourself into.
“It’s me. It’s Dustin. This is Steve. He’s not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?”
“Right. Yeah.” Steve replied meekly, his voice hardly above a whisper.
“Steve, why don’t you drop the oar?” Dustin asked. There’s a quiet thud as Steve does what he’s told, but in doing so Eddie only pushes the bottle closer to steve's neck. He groans in pain and fear.
“He’s cool. He’s cool!” Dustin shouts.
“I’m cool, man. I’m cool.” Steve practically begs.
“What are you doing here?” Eddie asks, his voice is rough and terrified, so much different than the way he’d sounded that night at hellfire.
“We’re looking for you,” Dustin says softly.
“We’re here to help.” Robin chimes in.
“Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band.” Dustin says, ushering to the girl behind him, who mimics playing trumpet.
“And (Y/n), from Hellfire. You remember him, right?” He says. You give a weak smile from behind Dustin, waving at Eddie.
“This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play, D&D. Eddie. We’re on your side. I swear on my mother. Right guys?”
“Yes. Yes. We swear.” Max pleaded.
“On Dustin’s mother,” Robin replied.
“Yeah. Dustin’s… Dustin’s mother.” Steve chimed in. There’s a moment of silence that seems to last forever before Eddie finally pulls away from Steve, who gasps in relief.
“Jesus christ…” He mumbles to himself. You watch Eddie walk away, sinking down the wall until he’s sitting. Dustin approaches him.
“Eddie… We just want to talk.” His words are slow as he stoops to Eddie’s level. He gently reaches for the broken bottle, but Eddie flinches away.
“Okay…” He whispers, removing his hands.
“We want to know what happened,” Robin said as she knelt next to Dustin. Eddie sniffles and shakes his head, looking at her.
“You won’t believe me.” He says, making eye contact with you for a split second before looking away.
“Try us,” Max replies. Eddie stares at her before standing up and slowly beginning to pace. He seems to be psyching himself out. Dustin adjusts his position, as do the rest of you as you wait for him. He pulled a chair in front of everyone and sat down, looking at his hands in his lap for a few more minutes before finally looking back up.
“Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh… and she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones… Uh, she…” He seems to whimper at the thought and his voice becomes shakier as he continues.
“Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man. It… It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I… I didn’t know what to do, so I…I ran away. I left her there.” He pauses for a second before scoffing.
“You all think I’m crazy, right?”
“No. We don’t think you’re crazy.”
“We don’t?” You whisper, not wanting him to hear. Steve nudges you in the side and gives you a look which you’re tempted to argue with but stop when Eddie begins to yell.
“Don’t bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds.” His voice cracks.
“We’re not bullshitting you,” Max says.
“We believe you,” Robin interjects. Maybe you missed the memo because it seems like everyone else was on the same page. Dustin was right, you were in way over your head.
“Look, what I’m about to tell you might be a little, difficult to take,” Dustin says.
“Okay,” Eddie replies.
“You know how people say Hawkins is… cursed? They’re not way off… There’s another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours.” You were just as perplexed as Eddie seemed to be.
“Like ghosts and shit?” He asks. You snicker quietly, earning a glare from Max before she turns back to Eddie to continue.
“There are some things worse than ghosts.” She replies.
“These monsters from this other world… we thought they were gone. But they’ve come back before. That’s why we needed to find you.”
“If they’re back again, we need to know,” Max says, her voice firm, demanding almost.
“That night, did you see anything?” Robin asks.
“Dark particles, maybe?” Max adds on. Eddie shakes his head.
“It would almost look like dust, swirling dust.”
“No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh… or touch… You know, I tried to wake her, man. She couldn’t move. It was like she… she was in a trance or something.”
“Or under a spell,” Dustin suggests. Eddie looks at him.
“A curse.” He whispers.
“Vecna’s curse.”
“You don’t mean from…” You trail off, mostly thinking out loud rather than talking to anyone. Dustin nods, and steve looks at him confused.
“Who’s Vecna?” He asks.
“An undead creature of great power,” Dustin replies.
“A spell caster,” Eddie adds, meeting his gaze with yours.
“A dark wizard,” Dustin whispers. You remembered the horrors you’d read about him in your books. But that’s all they were. Books. Works of fiction. These people you’d known for a combined total of a few hours couldn’t possibly be trying to convince you otherwise, right?
“Sorry, did I miss a chapter or something? Cause if Eddie’s not the crazy one here then I think I might be. What the fuck is going on?” You asked. Max sighed.
“It’s a long story.”
“And very unbelievable,” Robin says with a slight chuckle. You closed your eyes and rubbed your temples.
“Condense it and consider me open-minded.” You replied, leaning against the wooden pillar behind you.
“A few years ago our friend Will was kidnapped by a monster from the upside down, that’s what we call that other world we mentioned earlier. We found this girl, Eleven or El as we called her and she has superpowers. She fought the Demogorgon, the monster that kidnapped Will, and we thought she died after that but turns out she was just being kept hidden by Hopper, the chief of police. Will tried to return to normal life but failed since he now had some sort of connection to the upside down and could see into it, causing a new monster to possess him, The Mind Flayer. We were able to defeat him, or so we thought. He returned, this time with Russians on his side.”
“Russians!?” You exclaim.
“That’s where we come in!” Robin said with a smile. Steve scoffs.
“Correction, that’s where you come in. I was there since the Demogorgon.” He replies.
“Ehhh, more like since Dart,” Dustin says.
“Who’s Dart?” You ask.
“Not integral to the story. Back to the Russians. They were running an underground operation with a mall as the front. Eleven returns, another victory, yadda yadda. They move to California to escape the craziness of Hawkins but we’re still here, thus still having to deal with it.”
“And now there’s a new monster… Vecna… who’s… framing people for murder?” You ask. Dustin looks at Eddie and shrugs.
“More or less.” He says. You sigh, trying to take in the information you were just given.
“I tried to tell you (Y/n). You didn’t want to know this know. It’s not too late to back out now. Just go back home and pretend this never happened.” Dustin said as he stood up. You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah right. If any of this shit you’re saying is the truth, it’s gnarly as hell. Besides,” You hold up your keys. “How else would you guys get home?” You say with a smile. Dustin sighs.
“You really wanna do this?” He asks. You nod.
“In fact, I’m about to get myself into even deeper shit. Eddie can’t stay here.” You say, pointing at the subject who was still sitting in his chair and chewing on his nails. At the sound of his name, he stared up at you.
“Why not?” He asked.
“You have a very tangible connection to reefer rick. If I knew that, other people are bound to know that. If some dumbass kids were able to find you, I doubt the cops are that far behind.” You reply.
“He’s right,” Max replies. Dustin groans.
“Of course he’s right but where else could he go? This town isn’t exactly crawling with good fugitive hiding spots.”
“Why can't he just stay with me?” You ask. Dustin looks at you, along with everybody else in the room. Steve is the first to make a noise, which is a somewhat awkward laugh.
“Listen, (Y/n), as much as we love the knight in shining armor move, I doubt your parents will be too keen on you hiding-”
“Who says I live with my parents?” You cut him off. He raises his eyebrows.
“You… don’t?” He asks.
“No. I live on my own. In a pretty secluded area. My neighbors are at least ten minutes in either direction so they wouldn’t see anything. The only people who know I’ve ever interacted with you are the Hellfire club. And considering I was only there one night, there are probably plenty of other people they’d talk to first. It’s perfect.”
“How old are you?” Steve asks, still seemingly shocked that you live on your own.
“19.” You reply.
“How do you-”
“Steve. Shut up.” Robin cuts him off. He looks at her, his face almost offended that she would do such a thing.
“That could work… Eddie, what do you think?” Dustin asks as he turns to the man of the hour.
“You’re asking me what I think?” He replied. Dustin shrugs. Eddie sighs, standing up from the chair and crossing his arms.
“You’re really gonna harbor a fugitive (L/n)?” He asks. You shrug.
“Why not? I’ve already done plenty to get me jailed tonight, might as well make that list as long as possible. Get me more cred in the yard if we get caught.” You say with an almost devious smile.
“(Y/n)’s house it is. Anything beats this shithole.” Eddie replied.
“Let’s get a move on then.” You grabbed your keys out of your pocket but pause for a second.
“Hold on, I’ve got an idea.” You said, putting your keys back into your pocket and removing the tarp from the boat.
“What are you doing?” Dustin asked. You began to unhook the boat from where it was being held.
“Sending this bad boy out to sea. With any luck, the police will find it and think Eddie jumped off ‘cause he couldn’t handle the guilt.” You reply. Eddie smiles.
“Smart.” He says as he crosses his arms. You return the smile.
“I try.”
>><<
You pulled into the driveway of your house, hearing your dog barking. Poor boy hasn’t seen you all day, he must’ve missed you. You quickly locked it down before stepping out. You held your keys in your hand as you turned around.
“The dog is very friendly, don’t worry. He’s a total sweetheart. He might nibble your arm but that’s about it.” You say as you unlock your front door. True to your word, your dog came barrelling toward you, greeting you by jumping on your legs. You laughed and pet him gingerly, waiting for the others to pile in.
“Everyone in? Good. I’ll lock up, you guys can make yourself at home.” You said. He weaseled around you to sniff the new people. Max smiled as she began to put him.
“He’s so cute… What's his name?” She asked.
“It’s (D/n).” You reply, walking toward your tv so you could kneel and store your new VHS rentals with the others. Once everything is neatly sorted, you stand back up and turn around to talk to others.
“Since we dropped by your place to grab your car Steve, you should get these kids home now. It’s pretty late. Eddie and I will be fine.” You say.
“Are you sure? What if the cops come?” Dustin asks. You laugh and gently push down his hat.
“You worry too much. Get out of here already.” You reply, walking back toward your door to unlock it for them. He begrudgingly makes his way over, pausing for everyone else to follow him.
“We’ll be back tomorrow to check up on you two,” Steve says. You nod.
“Fine by me. See you all then.” You say as they slowly begin to exit. Once they’re in their car, you lock the door and turn to Eddie who stands awkwardly. You laugh.
“Relax dude.” You say.
“Relax? I’m on the run from the police and you want me to relax? I’m surprised you’re not losing your head right now considering you’re the one hiding me.”
“We’re just two friends hanging out, alright? Listen… You look like shit. Why don’t you take a shower while I cook dinner?” You suggest making your way into the kitchen to check what you could make.
“Shower? And what exactly do you propose I change into?” He asks.
“I’ll let you borrow some of mine while I toss yours in the washer. I’m sure I have something that’ll fit you. Might be a bit big though.” You say, exiting the kitchen and walking down the hall to your bedroom. You can hear him follow behind you. You push open the door and make your way to your dresser, beginning to shuffle through the top drawer.
“Oh… Wasn’t expecting your room to actually be cool.” Eddie says as he leans on the door frame. You glance at him with a cocked eyebrow.
“And why is that?” You ask.
“Well, you’re like a sports fan aren't you?” He asked. You rolled your eyes and went back to sifting through the clothes.
“Like I said. It was laundry night. I got that shirt from my dad ages ago. Couldn’t you tell from how beat up it was?” You replied, grabbing a couple of garments before standing up and tossing them toward him. He fumbled to catch them but eventually did. He unfolded the shirt to see a Mötley Crüe album cover staring back at him. He smiled.
“You’re hard to pin down (L/n).” He said. You rolled your eyes and tossed him a towel.
“That’s cause I like to be on top Munson.” You reply with a playful wink. Eddie’s face became red, holding the clothes close to his chest. He opened his mouth to reply but only sputtered. In order not to embarrass himself more, he opted to make his way to the bathroom for that shower. Maybe even a cold one.
“Make sure you toss your clothes out so I can wash them.” You shout. You see Eddie reach his arm out and drop everything in the hallway. Once you gathered his items, along with a couple of your own to make the load more substantial, you started the washer and made your way back to the living room.
You quietly whistled as you gently ran your finger along your shelf of cassettes, deciding which you wanted to listen to while you cooked. Eventually, you settled on Black Sabbath’s self-titled album and popped it into your radio.
The familiar sound of the rain from the opening song soothed you as you pulled out the pot you needed to boil water in. You hummed along once the music began to pick up. You continued cooking, enjoying the music in pair with the sound of the shower in the background.
A substantial amount of time had passed and you were close to finishing the meal you were preparing when you paused. Your favorite song on the album was starting. N.I.B. Instead of humming, you began to sing along.
“Some people say my love cannot be true / Please, believe me, my love, and I'll show you / I will give you those things you thought unreal / The sun, the moon, the stars all bear my seal.” You sing quietly to yourself.
“Woah, you’ve been holding out on me.” A voice spoke from behind you. You were startled, jumping slightly and flinging sauce onto your shirt. You groaned.
“Come on man.” You said, turning around and placing your hands on your hips. You planned on being annoyed but when you saw him standing in front of you with his curly hair damp and sticking to his forehead, you couldn’t help but swoon. Your shirt looked great on him, which caused a smile to creep onto your face.
“Tomato sauce?” He asked. You nodded.
“Spaghetti. I hope you like it.” You reply, turning back around to stir the sauce. Eddie leaned on the counter next to you, watching as you did so.
“I meant it though. Your voice was good. And your song choice? Impeccable.” He says. You roll your eyes and push him with your shoulder.
“Quit fucking with me Munson.”
“I mean it! Seriously.” His voice is soft and gentle, and your heartbeat starts to thump loudly in your chest. You turn the heat off your stove and look at him with a smile.
“Dinner is done.”
>><<
Eddie sighed as he reclined on the couch.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a home-cooked meal like that?” He asked with a laugh. You smile.
“So, you liked it?” You ask.
“Are you kidding me? That shit was delicious.” He proclaimed. You stood up and collected both of your bowls, placing them into the sink before standing in front of him.
“I'm glad you liked it. Wanna get some sleep now? It’s super late.” You said. Eddie checked his watch and nodded.
“Wow, you’re right. It is late. Am I taking the couch?” He asks. You shake your head.
“Nah, you can take my bed, I’ll take the couch.” You reply. Eddie raises his eyebrows.
“Wait what? Seriously?” He asks, sitting up straight.
“Well, yeah. The couch is super uncomfortable.”
“So why are you sleeping on it?”
“Because I don’t want you sleeping on it.”
“So… neither of us should sleep on it.”
“Where am I gonna sleep then? The floor?” You asked with a laugh.
“We could both sleep on the bed.” Eddie was quick in his response, almost too quick. You were a bit surprised by this and felt that funny feeling start to well up in your stomach again.
“We could… If you’re okay with that.” You say, trying to sound nonchalant. He shrugged, averting eye contact.
“I am if you are.” He says. You smile.
“Yeah. You can go to the room and get comfortable, I have to use the restroom so I’ll be there soon.” You say, stretching before walking down the hall.
Eddie did as you said, going into your room as you went into the restroom. He laid down on your bed, sidling under the covers and finally relaxing for the first time in a long time. He hadn’t realized how tired he was until he was resting. As he held the blanket close to him, he inhaled. It smelled like your cologne. He’d only ever caught gentle hints of it when you stood close to him, but now, he could smell it as clear as day, which was so soothing.
What has been going on with him lately? He’d only known you for two days, and everything about you seemed to make him act a fool. He needed to get himself together, he had bigger things to worry about now. Not how good your cologne smelled or how comfortable your shirt fit him or how melodic your voice sounded or how you were honestly starting to look like the perfect man for him the more time he spent with you.
You walked back into the room, hairbrush in hand as you raked it through your tangled locks. Once you finished you placed it on your nightstand. You smiled at the sight of him all cozy and comfortable in your bed. He seemed like he was already starting to drift off to sleep. God knows he needed it.
“I can’t stand the feeling of sleeping in pants, do you mind?” You asked, hands hovering over the button of your jeans. He raised his eyebrows but shrugged.
“Go ahead.” He muttered before breaking into a yawn. You chuckled.
“Sleep Eddie. You need it.” You replied, gently crawling into your bed so you didn’t disturb him. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes and gave you a sleepy smile.
“Thanks. For everything.” He mumbled before closing his eyes. You opened your mouth to respond but seeing as it seemed he’d already gone to sleep. You opted for a fond smile as you stared at him for longer than you would’ve liked to admit. The funny feeling in your stomach and heart was back, but you didn’t fight it this time. You laid with it as he laid with you, your hand only centimeters away from his. So close, yet so far. But that was okay. He was there, and that was okay.
>><<
The horrible sound of bones crunching met his ears as he stared up at her floating body. Blood was pouring from her empty eye sockets but it still felt like she was staring right at him. Into his very soul. Despite her broken jaw, she spoke to him.
“It’s all your fault, Eddie.” She whispered. Her voice was so hoarse it didn’t even sound like her own.
“No…” Eddie pleaded.
“It’s all your fault!” She was yelling now. Eddie collapsed to the floor and began to cry, covering his ears in an attempt to block out her screaming. He rocked himself back and forth, sobbing uncontrollably.
Eddie sat up with a fervor, his hands shaking violently as he swung his head around to look at the room. His eyes trained on the ceiling, waiting to see if she’d appear there. It was so hard to breathe and he was so fucking scared. He was goddamn terrified.
All the motion had woken you up. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and planned on asking what was wrong, but quickly sat up when you heard Eddie crying. You could feel his body tremors on the mattress due to how violent they were. What had happened to him while you were sleeping?
“Eddie? Eddie, what’s wrong?” You whispered. You kept your voice low and avoided touching him in case it would upset him further.
“She was there… She was there and she- s-she-”
“Who was there Eddie?” You asked.
“Chrissy! She said it was all my fault and-” It was hard to catch the rest of his words over his sobs.
“Hey hey hey i-it’s okay! Chrissy isn’t here. None of that was your fault alright? Just breath. Can I touch you?” You asked gently, hovering your hands over his shoulders. He nodded something no short of desperation, and you wrapped one of your arms around his back, the other holding his arms.
“It’s okay Eddie. It’s okay…” You whispered. He cried harder as he clutched fistfuls of your shirt with an iron-tight grip. His entire body was shaking in your arms. You weren’t sure what else you could do other than whisper that he’d be alright and gently rub his back.
“You’re safe here, okay? You’re safe…”
>><<
Eddie woke up, the smell of your cologne much stronger than it was when he’d gone to sleep. He opened his eyes and yawned, taking a few seconds to blink away the tiredness before realizing he was laying on your chest. His arms were wrapped around your midsection and yours laying atop his back.
He vaguely remembered what happened. Having that horrible nightmare, waking up in tears, and you soothing him back to sleep, but he didn’t remember this level of intimacy. Had he really fallen asleep clutching onto you like this? Furthermore, you let him?
He pulled his arms out from under you, trying his best not to disturb you, but it was fruitless. You slowly began to stir, stretching your limbs and shaking them gently in an attempt to wake yourself up further. You looked at Eddie and gave him a small smile, remembering the events of the night clearly.
“You alright?” You ask quietly. Eddie gives a half-hearted laugh before leaning against the headboard of your bed.
“Yeah. Sorry, you had to see me like that. How embarrassing.” He muttered. You chuckled and sat up as well, bumping your shoulder into his as you did so.
“You went through something traumatic Eddie. Don't be so hard on yourself.” You replied. He looked at his hands which he’d folded in his lap.
“I was acting like a baby though. Crying and shaking? I mean seriously-”
“Eddie.” You cut him off. He looked at you with those big brown eyes that made you weak in the knees.
“You’re okay. I mean it.” You say, placing your hand on his shoulder. He stared at you, his cheeks dusting that familiar shade of pink that seemed to be happening much more often now that he was around you. He looked away, a small smile on his face.
“Just don’t tell Henderson, alright? I don’t want him to think I’ve gone soft.” He says. You laugh.
“Deal.”
>><<
A few days passed and you found yourself growing much closer to Eddie. You bonded over music and books, played board games, and marathoned some of your favorite movies. The more time you spent with him, the harder you seemed to fall for him, and unbeknownst to you, it was the same for him.
Every time he looked at you from across the couch he felt his heart beat faster than it ever had in his life. He had crushes before, but none like this. None that would've given him a second glance, let alone let him stay in their house as he was suspected of murder.
You were reclined on the couch, your dog wedged between you two. Eddie had grown quite fond of him, and it was mutual. (D/n) loved having another person around to play with. It started to make you feel like you were your own little family. But a loud knock on your door disturbed that peace, causing (D/n) to start barking.
“Who is it?” You called.
“It’s Dustin! Let us in!” He yelled through the door. You sighed and got up from your comfortable position, unlocking the door for the others to pile in. But there were two faces you didn’t quite recognize.
“Hold on there kid. Mind catching me up on these two characters?” You asked.
“Oh, right. (Y/n), this is Nancy and Lucas, Nancy and Lucas this is (Y/n). We’re all caught up now? Great, good, because shit just hit the fan.” Dustin replies. You raise your eyebrows, and Eddie adjusts his sitting from being reclined to attentive listening.
“On our way here, we drove by Rick’s place. It was swarmed with cops and reporters. Patrick was Vecna’d last night at Lover’s Lake. Jason managed to convince them that it was you and they’ve just released your name to the public.” His words come out so fast that you almost don’t register what he’s saying.
“Shit. shit… fuck man!” Eddie yells, standing up and beginning to pace the room.
“But, there’s a bright side to this,” Dustin says.
“Oh is there Henderson? Please do enlighten me.” Eddie replies sarcastically.
“Another thing I noticed on my way here was that my compass was slipping the further east we went.”
“And we’ve seen this before.” The one named Lucas chimed in.
“Mhmm. In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power.” Dustin says.
“Meaning…?” You ask.
“There’s another gate.” He answers.
“So what do we do now?”
“We follow the compass to the gate,” Dustin replies excitedly.
“Eddie’s still a wanted man. What do you expect us to do? Go for a nice stroll in the woods?” You ask.
“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you Eddie the Banished?” Dustin asks. Everyone fixes their eyes on Eddie, even you. You’re not sure what you’re hoping his answer is.
“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I’m totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea. But, uh, the shire… the shire is burning. So Mordor it is.” Dustin excitedly opens the front door, waiting for Eddie to walk out. You walk to step out after him but pause to speak before you do.
“For the record, if anything happens to him, you’re all dead meat. Got it?” You say. A couple of shocked faces dance around the room, but there are nods of agreement. Once your gone, Steve looks at Dustin.
“Since when does he care so much about Eddie?” He asks. Dustin smirks.
“Young love Steve. Young love.” He replies as he pats his arm. Steve makes a noise of shock as Dustin walks out of the house.
“A little bit of elaboration would be nice.”
>><<
“Dustin? Can you slow down? Dustin?” Eddie called out. You felt like sheep, blindly following this kid through the woods.
“I think we’re getting close,” Dustin yelled over his shoulder. In his distraction of telling you so, he didn’t notice that he was about to walk straight into Lover’s Lake. Eddie grabbed his backpack and placed his arm in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.
“Watch your step big guy.” He said. It took everyone else a little bit to catch up, but once you did, you sighed.
“Oh, man. You gotta be shitting me.” Steve groaned.
“Yeah. I thought these woods looked familiar.” Eddie replied.
“Lover’s Lake.”
“This is confounding,” Dustin whispered.
“There’s a gate in Lover’s lake?” Max asked.
“Whenever the Demogorgon attacked, it always left an opening. Maybe Vecna’s the same way.” Nancy suggested.
“Yeah, only one way to find out,” Steve replied. Eddie sighed and cracked his neck, walking down the shoreline. He pulled the tarp off the boat which seemed to be an integral part of this story. Steve and Eddie began to push it onto the water.
“Easy I… I said easy, man.” Steve said.
“Sorry, dude,” Eddie mumbled. Steve holds his hand out to help Robin into the boat but she opts to use their heads instead.
“Yeah that works too.” Steve mumbles. Eddie climbs in after, offering a hand to help you in. You snicker.
“How gentlemanly.” You reply sarcastically as you climb in. Nancy quickly follows behind you. Dustin is right on her heels, but Eddie flicks his hat downward and pushes him away.
“Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us? This thing holds four people tops, okay?”
“It’s better this way, okay? You guys stay here with Max. Keep an eye out for trouble.” Nancy said.
“You keep an eye out!” Dustin rebuttals. Nancy furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
“It’s my goddamn theory!” Dustin argues.
“You heard Nance.”
“Who put her in charge?”
“I did,” Robin states, almost matter-of-factly. Dustin looks at her confused while Nancy holds out her hand.
“Compass.” She demands. Dustin begrudgingly forks it over as he walks back to stand next to the other younger teenagers. Steve stands up and tosses his backpack before pushing the boat into the water and hopping in.
“You said four!” Dustin protests.
“Sorry,” Steve whispers.
“Bedtime at nine kiddos! Miss you already!” Robin yells. You chuckled.
Robin and Eddie use the oars to propel the boat on the water while Nancy watches the compass. You quietly begin to whistle a tune, one that Eddie recognized. The same one you sang the first night he stayed at your house. He was sure his face was flushed, but he didn't mind since it was shrouded in the darkness of the night.
”Whoa, whoa, woah, woah, slow down. Slow down, guys.” Nancy called out. Robin and Eddie stopped rowing, turning around to look at her. You all gathered around the compass, staring at it as the needle went crazy. You heard the walkie-talkie chime with Dustin’s voice.
“Guys, what’s going on? Come on, talk to me. What’s going on?” He asked. Robin grabbed the walkie and spoke into it.
“Uh, Dustin, your compass has gone from wonky to wonky with a capitol ‘aah!’” She replied. Steve began to pull off his shoes and socks.
“Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asked.
“Yeah, seriously man, nobody wants to see those. Or smell them.” You say, fanning his feet away from you. Steve rolls his eyes.
“Somebody's gotta go down and check this thing out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then… It’s gotta be me. No complaints, alright?” He asks.
“Hey, I'm not complaining. I do not wanna go down there.” Eddie replies as he fishes a grocery bag from his battle vest pocket. Steve pulls his shirt off and you roll your eyes.
“Show off.” You mumble. Eddie looks up at you and smiles.
“Tell me about it.” He whispers before handing Steve the flashlight wrapped in the plastic bag safeguard.
“Hey. Good luck.” Eddie says. He pulls out a cigarette while Steve thanks him but Robin quickly grabs it and throws it in the lake.
“Steve?” Nancy calls out. He looks over his shoulder at her.
“Be careful.” She says. He nods before diving in.
“Gross.” You mumble, taking off your hoodie and bunching it up. You toss it in Eddie’s lap before laying your head onto it, reclining as comfortably as the small boat would allow. Eddie’s a bit surprised by this, looking down at you as if questioning why.
“Who knows how long he’ll be down there? Might as well get comfortable while I can.” You reply with a shrug. He relaxes a little but is still somewhat on edge.
“Where we at, Wheeler?” Robin asks.
“Closing in on a minute,” Nancy replies. She exhales and nods. More time passes as both of them stare intensely at the water, wondering when he’s gonna resurface. You, on the other hand, find yourself close to drifting off. You wouldn’t have expected it considering the high-stakes situation you were in, but something about laying in Eddie's lap made you feel safe enough to doze off. You were snapped out of that peace quickly though when Steve burst through the water gasping for air.
“I found it!” He exclaimed. You sat up and pulled your hoodie back on.
“You found it?” Nancy asked.
“I found it. Yeah. I found it.” He replied as he clutched onto the side of the boat. Robin smiles and grabs the walkie-talkie.
“Dustin you are a goddamn Einstein. Steve found the gate!” She spoke into it. She waited for a response, but nothing came. She furrows her eyebrows in confusion but disregards it when Steve starts talking.
“It’s pretty wild. It’s more of a snack-sized gate than the mama gate but still, it’s pretty damn big.” He says, almost out of breath. When his sentence finished, he dips back under the water, seemingly struggling against something. He pops back up with a look of confusion on his face before being pulled fully underwater.
“Steve!” Nancy calls out.
“No no! What the hell was that, man?” Eddie yelled.
“Nancy, really, what happened?” Robin asks, her voice filled with terror. Nancy stares at the water for a moment before she stands up. She looks like she’s going in after him.
“Wait, wait, wait. You’re not going in there, are you?” Eddie asks, grabbing her arm to stop her.
“Just wait here.” She demands.
“No Nancy!” Robin yells, but she’s already in the water.
“Goddamnit!” Eddie yells, running his fingers through his hair. Robin begins to perch herself on the edge of the boat.
“No no no no no no. What are you doing? She said wait.” Eddie protested.
“Yeah, I heard her.” She replies.
“She’s in charge.”
“Are you kidding me? I made that shit up.” She says before plugging her nose and beginning to lean back.
“Don’t you go. Don’t you-” His words are cut off by the splash of Robin's body meeting the water.
“Goddamn it!” He bangs his open palms on the edge of the boat. You stand up, causing him to look at you.
“(Y/n), don’t even think about it!” He says. You smirk and hold out your hand to him.
“Come on, don’t make me do this alone.” You reply.
“Son of a bitch. This is so stupid. This is so stupid. This is so stupid.” He practically chants to himself, but he grabs your hand anyways. You dive into the water together, all while he’s stringing out profanities.
>><<
You all huddle under skull rock, shaking from fear and possibly hypothermia. After saving Steve from those creatures and running through the entire forest to hide from them, it was safe to say that you were exhausted. The screeching becomes more distant, and Robin is the first to peek her head out.
“Oh… okay. That was close.” She says.
“Yeah. Too close.” Eddie replies, his voice shaking with fear. As you begin to walk farther out, you hear steve mutter something. You turn your head and see him lean against the rock.
“Steve? Jesus.” Nancy says as she notices the same thing you had.
“I’m fine. I’m fine.” He protests.
“No, no, no. You’re not. You’re losing blood. Come on, sit. Alright?” She coaxes him down He groans in pain as he removes his hand from the open wound. Robin kneels next to him as well.
“Okay. So the good news here is I’m pretty sure wooziness is not a common symptom of rabies. But if you start having hallucinations or muscle spasms or you start feeling aggressive, like you wanna punch me or something, then you should totally let me know, okay?”
“Robin.”
“Yeah?”
“I kinda wanna punch you.” He replied. Robin laughs.
“Sense of humor’s still intact. That’s a good sign.”
“Yeah…” He mumbles. Nancy finishes tearing off the piece of fabric that she needed to dress his wounds, so Robin steps away.
“You ready?” Nancy asks.
“Yeah. Just do it.” Steve replies. She pushes the fabric against him and he stifles his groans. He locks his hands behind his head as she apologizes, doing her best to wrap the fabric around him properly.
“Too tight?” She asks.
“No, that’s good.” He replies. He lets out a few final grunts of pain before she finishes by tying it into a knot. You hear Eddie walk away from you, so you turn to see what he’s doing. He’s climbing up a rock, trying to get a better view of the land in front of him.
“So, uh, this place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?” He asks. Nancy helps Steve stand, putting his weight on her shoulders.
“Pretty much.” She replies. He nods and starts to walk back down, but Nancy stops him with a warning.
“Wait, watch out for the vines. It’s all a hivemind.”
“It’s all a what?”
“All the creepy crawlies around here dude. They’re like, one, or something. You’re stepping on a vine, you’re stepping on a bat, you’re stepping on Vecna.” Steve says.
“Shit,” Eddie replies, now very carefully stepping around the vines.
“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people obviously?” Robin asks.
“As far as I understand it, yeah.”
“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.”
“I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure.”
“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns. I have guns in my bedroom.” Nancy replied. Eddie finally manages to jump down from the rock.
“You, Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?” He asks.
“Full of surprises, isn’t she?”
“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” She states.
“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one,” Steve says.
“You almost deserved it.” She replies. Eddie rolls his eyes and slips off his battle vest, tossing it at Steve.
“For your modesty, dude.” He says. You can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy culminate in your abdomen, but before you have time to even think about why that is, a loud rumbling shakes the earth. It’s so intense that you lose your balance, falling into Eddie as the others fall into each other as well. His arm falls onto your waist and you would've been flustered by the fact had you not been preoccupied with the earthquake. There was a loud snarling in the distance that sent chills down your spine.
“Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me,” Eddie said.
“Yeah, me too.” You reply, realizing how close he is by how loud his voice is in your ear.
“So what are we waiting for?”
>><<
After the highs and lows of finding the wheeler house, realizing there were no guns because the upside down was three years stuck in the past, finding a way to contact the overworld, and biking seven miles to Eddie’s trailer, you were almost relieved when you saw that fleshy interdimensional portal on the ceiling. But something about the way it squelched and breathed as if it were alive made you have second thoughts.
“This is where Chrissy died. Like, right where she died.” Eddie said, looking over his shoulders at you and the others. You could tell there was a lot of pain in those memories.
“I think there’s something in there,” Robin replied, her eyes never leaving the ceiling. There was a crackling sound as the red barrier was pulling downward as if something were pushing it in. You felt your stomach go queasy at the sight.
“What the hell is that?” Eddie asked. Seconds after the question left his mouth, the gate popped open, the fleshy parts and vines all retreating into the ceiling. The sudden movement made all of you yelp in fear and back up, eyes still fixed on the now open gate. You exchanged worried glances with Eddie.
Steve slowly began to approach it, and you followed his lead, right behind Nancy and Robin. The steps you took toward it were slow and timid, waiting for the slightest sign of danger. Finally, as you got closer, you could see into it.
“No way,” Steve muttered. On the other side of the gate stood Dustin, Lucas, Max, and a little girl you didn’t recognize. Dustin had a huge smile plastered on his face, jumping on the balls of his feet.
“Hi there.” He said as he waved, prompting Lucas to do the same.
“Hi…” Nancy, Steve, and Robin replied. You were too shocked to speak.
“Holy shit, this is trippy,” Robin said.
“Tell me about it…” You mumbled. Dustin laughed again, excitedly looking at his friends before looking back up at you.
“Bada bada boom!” He exclaimed.
“Henderson, your childlike joy is refreshing, but could we maybe, I don’t know, figure out a way to get us the hell out of here!” Eddie shouted. Dustin stopped giggling and nodded.
“Right right sorry, Eddie.” The children began to disperse out of your view. You could hear shuffling and after a few minutes, Max and Lucas dropped a mattress below the portal. You raised your eyebrows at the state of it.
“Those stains are, uh… I dunno what those stains are.” Eddie said.
“Mmm,” Robin replied, a questioning look on her face. Dustin walked into view, a makeshift rope of tied-together sheets in hand.
“Not quite sure how these psychics are gonna work. But uh… here goes nothing.” He says as he throws it up through the portal, but once it meets your end it begins to cascade down.
“There we go. And if my theory is correct…” He says before removing his hands from the rope. It stays in its place, causing him to smile.
“Abracadabra.” He whispers.
“Holy shit,” Max says, looking up at the rope on your end.
“All right, pull on it! See if it holds!” Dustin shouts to your group. Robin looks around before grabbing onto the rope, giving it her best yank. She smiles and laughs incredulously.
“This is the craziest shit I’ve ever seen in my life. And I’ve seen some crazy shit.” The girl you don’t recognize says as she high-fives Dustin. You laugh.
“Starting to think that’s a common experience.” You reply. Robin grabs hold of the rope once again.
“Guess I’m the guinea pig.” She says as she begins to climb up the rope. The younger teens on the other side begin to disperse to make room for her on the landing pad. She grunted as she climbed upward, but once her head was on the other side, she fell onto her back on the mattress.
“Oh thank God. That was fun.” She said with a sigh of relief. You watch her grab Dustin’s hand to help pull her up. You look at the others, Nancy looking at Eddie, then you, then Steve, the other teenage boys looking at each other until somebody volunteers.
“All right, guess I’ll go,” Eddie says with a shrug as he approaches the rope. He grunts as he begins to climb it, inching his way back to the overworld. Finally, gravity takes hold and he falls onto the mattress. He sits up abruptly.
“That… was fun. Shit.” He says with a large smile before getting up.
“Don’t mind if I do.” You say, grabbing onto the rope. Climbing it felt reminiscent of gym class, which made you feel a bit queasy, but once your head passed that gap between the worlds, all the blood went rushing to your face and you felt like you were freefalling. You laughed as you began to cascade onto the mattress and blinked a few times once your back finally hit the surface.
“(Y/n) approved.” You said as grabbed Eddie’s hand so he could help you up.
>><<
You sat wedged between Dustin and Eddie, on your way to what could very well be the end of your life. Thanks to Nancy being Vecna’d and that trip to the War Zone, you were as well prepared as you could’ve been, but that didn’t quiet the loud thrumming of your heart, or the sinking feeling growing in the pit of your stomach.
The car slowed in front of the dilapidated Creel house to drop off the Sinclairs and Max. And then it kept driving. You looked out the window, watching their bodies become smaller as you drove further and further away. The sun was dipping lower into the sky as the drive continued. It was nightfall by the time you reached your destination. Nancy stood up from her seat and turned to look at every one.
“Okay. I wanna run through it one more time. Phase one.”
“We meet Erica at the playground. She’ll signal Max and Lucas when we’re ready.”
“Phase two.”
“Max baits Vecna. He’ll go after her, which’ll put him in his trance.”
“Phase three?”
“Me, Eddie, and (Y/n) will draw the bats away,” Dustin replied. Eddie nudges you in the side with a smile before giving Dustin a noogie, an oddly pure moment despite the given circumstances.
“Four.”
“We head into Vecna’s hopefully newly bat-free lair and… flambe,” Robin replies, sloshing around the Molotov cocktail in her hand.
“Nobody moves on to the next phase until we’ve all copied. Nobody deviates from the plan, no matter what. Got it?” Nancy asks. You all chime in with ‘got it’s before dispersing and piling out of the RV. You trek through the small span of woods in front of you before making it to the trailer park and shortly after, Eddie’s trailer. Once you're inside, you’re relieved to see the makeshift rope is still intact.
“Be careful,” Dustin says.
“Thanks, buddy. Here goes nothing.” Steve replies as he begins to climb the rope. Since there’s no mattress on the other end, he’s extra careful to land on his feet, which he does somewhat majestically. Robin sarcastically makes noises of praise.
“What does he want us to do, applaud?” She asks. It takes Steve a few seconds to bring the upside-down mattress under the portal, giving those athletically challenged a safer landing strategy.
“Alright, let’s go.” He calls up to you. Nancy is the first go, Robin kneeling next to her to provide even more assistance. She nods at her before climbing and subsequently falling onto the mattress. After Nancy, Eddie drops down his gear and follows right after. Then you, then Robin, then Dustin, who takes far too long to stand up which results in him being pulled to his feet by you and Eddie. You begin to walk out of the trailer right behind Steve, with the rest of your team in tow. He turns back to you.
“Hey, guys, listen. If things here start to go south, I mean, at all, you abort. Okay? Draw the attention of the bats. Keep ‘em busy for a minute or two. We’ll take care of Vecna. Don’t try to be cute, or be a hero or something. Okay? You guys are just-”
“Decoys. Don’t worry. You can be the hero Steve.” Dustin cuts him off.
“Absolutely. I mean, look at us. We are not heroes.” Eddie says with a laugh as he looks between you and Dustin. You feign offense as you nudge him in the side. Steve hesitates for a moment before turning around and walking toward Robin and Nancy. Eddie takes a step toward him.
“Hey, Steve?” He calls out. Steve turns around.
“Make him pay.” He says. They nod at each other before Steve’s team begins to walk off.
“Now that all that mushy gushy bullshit is over, it’s time for the fun part.” You say, hitting Eddie’s stomach with your arm. He laughs as you make your way into his bedroom. Once he’s in, he stops.
“Jesus christ… It’s like… She was destined for an alternate dimension…” He mumbles as he approaches his guitar.
“What do you say, guys?” He asks, picking it up from where it hung.
“Are you ready for the most metal concert in the history of the world?” He asks, turning to face the two of you.
“That a rhetorical question?” Dustin asks. Eddie smiles and puts the strap over his shoulder.
“Let’s do it.” He says, swinging it over his back. As if you didn’t find him hot enough as it is.
>><<
You waited tentatively for the crackle of the walkie-talkie to sound and tell you when to move forward. Finally, after what seemed like hours, you heard Robin’s voice on the other end.
“She’s in. Move on to phase three.”
“Copy that. Initiating phase three. Let’s hope they hear this.” Dustin said as he pulled the extension cord up to plug in the amp and subsequently turned them to their full volume. He looks at Eddie, who grabs the pick from around his neck.
“Chrissy, this is for you.” He mutters, mostly to himself, before he starts to strum. You recognize the beat immediately.
Dustin is crouched beside you as you lean one hand on the amp, enjoying Eddie’s impeccable performance of one of your favorite songs. You would’ve enjoyed it more, had it not been for the predicament you were in. Dustin checks his binoculars a few times, but this time, he calls out to Eddie.
“We gotta lock down in T minus 30 seconds.” He yells over the noise. Eddie nods, focusing back on playing his guitar.
“T-minus 20!” Dustin shouts. You look over at Eddie, who’s now shredding the guitar solo, which you wish you could appreciate more, but the screeching bats inching closer in proximity make it difficult. Dustin begins to count down from 10, and Eddie finishes right as he reaches one. The bats are way too close for comfort, so you shove Dustin in the direction of the truck you used to get on the roof. He begins to climb down, you following and Eddie just behind you.
They’re shouting incoherently at each other as you rush into the gated area, which Eddie shuts just in the nick of time. You watch the bats attempt to claw at you through the fencing, but they have no luck. You give a relieved half laugh half sigh, but it’s short-lived as more begin to fly toward you.
“Hurry! Come on!” Dustin calls to the two of you. Once you’re inside, you lean against the wall, panting heavily.
“Dude. Most metal ever!” Dustin yells, causing both him and Eddie to jump with excitement. You laugh and can’t help but smile at the two fondly. They take a few minutes to bask in their excitement before finally winding down and walking to the portal. There’s a thump against the trailer wall that makes you turn your head. Then another. And another. And then they’re not stopping. The bats outside seem to be thrashing their bodies against the walls. Hard. But then, just as soon as it started, it stopped.
“Hey, dipshits! Give up that easy!” Dustin yells.
“Is that really necessary?” Eddie asks.
“Both of you shut up!” You hiss. They stop bickering long enough for you to hear the bats have moved.
“They’re on the roof,” Eddie says, looking upward. Dustin begins to string out profanities as you all follow the sound of the bats traveling. You fix your eyes on a small circular vent.
“Uh oh.” You whisper.
“They can’t get in through there, can they?” Dustin asks, but right as the words leave his mouth, the demobat breaches the flimsy metal. It screeches, and the three of you begin to stab at it furiously with your spears. After a few seconds, Eddie backs away, much to Dustin’s protests.
“Get out of the way! Get out of the way!” He calls to the two of you. You back up just in time for Eddie to throw down a chair and wedge his nail shield into the ceiling.
“Holy shit… Holy shit.” He says in between pants.
“Nice,” Dustin says.
“Thanks.” He replies, giving him a high five.
“Are there other vents?” Dustin asks. Eddie seems to realize his answer is not the one you’d hope for as he rushes to his bedroom. You all begin to run toward it, and as soon as you enter, bats come flying through the vent on the floor. He pushes you and Dustin out, shutting the door as quickly as he can.
“That’s not gonna hold!” Dustin yells as you back away.
“No shit genius!” You yell back.
“Let’s go!” Eddie yells. Dustin begins to climb the rope. You’re quick to follow, not sparing another second. Once you're on the other side, you look at Eddie who starts to climb but stops halfway.
“Eddie, what are you doing? You have to hurry!” You yell at him. He stares at you and then at the door before dropping back onto the ground.
“Eddie! Come on man!” Your shouts seem to fall on deaf ears as he walks away to grab a spear.
“Eddie don’t you fucking dare! Eddie-” He cuts the rope, severing the way to travel between the worlds. He moves the mattress and you can feel tears begin to well in your eyes. Dustin is watching this unfold with you.
“Eddie, what are you doing?” He asks. Eddie looks at the two of you with a smile on his face.
“I’m buying more time.” He says before walking out of your view. Dustin looks at you as if he’s asking what to do and for the first time in a long time, you don’t know. You’d never felt this way before. Scared and lost and heartbroken all at the same time. You couldn’t breathe.
“No fucking way. You’re not fucking running this time Eddie.” You say as the tears fall out of your eyes, but you wipe them away ferociously. You grab the chair and set it right underneath the center of the portal. Standing on it, you’re just tall enough to reach it when you jump. So you do just that. Grunting as you pull yourself through, you hang on for dear life when the gravitational pull hits. You sigh and swing back and forth so you can roll when you let go. It’s messy, and you're gonna be left bruised, but it’s enough to have gotten you down. You pull the mattress back, giving Dustin a safer way to land than you had.
“Come on!” You yell, offering a hand to help him up. Once he’s on his feet, you rush out the door, him following close behind you. You run as fast as you can, pushing yourself farther than you ever have before. You can see the bats swarming him. God, why did you have to fall in love with an idiot?
You see them wrap around his legs and arms, rendering him defenseless. More begin to pile onto him and you can only imagine what they’re doing. Tears blur your vision as you start to run even faster, faster than you thought was in your capability. You pull the machete you’d nabbed from the war zone off your back as you were finally in distance. You swung it at the bats in your path but saved your deadliest blows for the ones gnawing on his torso.
Dustin was close behind you, picking off those that he could as you fought with the ones latched onto Eddie. He seemed to recognize you, a bloody smile on his face. You kept swinging and crying and fighting, all at the same time. It seemed like an impossible fight that you swore you would’ve lost, but then, out of nowhere, the bats all fell from the sky.
You dropped your machete and began to cry harder. You were going to hold Eddie but found his wounds held a higher precedent. You wiped away your tears in an effort to see better as Dustin kneeled next to him as well.
“Bad, huh?” He asked.
“No. You’re gonna be fine.” Dustin replied.
“Damn fucking right you will.” You yelled, pulling off your hoodie. You sliced through the fabric with the pocket knife you had and began to tie it tightly around his torso.
“You’re not dying on me that easy Munson. Don’t even fucking think about it.” You reply. He opens his mouth to respond, but you cut him off by placing his arm around your shoulder.
“Whatever sappy shit you’ve got to say, you can save it, 'cause I already told you. You’re not fucking dying today.” You say as you stand up, carrying his body weight as well. He groans in pain.
“Help me out here Henderson.” You say, staggering to hold him up by yourself. Dustin rushes to your side and grabs Eddie’s other arm, splitting his weight between the two of you as you hobble back through the upside-down.
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Eddie sat up in bed, gasping and looking around, then clutching his sides in pain. He recognized the room he was in, but he wasn’t sure why. The door to his right creaked open, and you walked in with what looked like medical supplies in your arms.
“(Y/n).” His voice was hoarse as he spoke your name. You were surprised to see that he was awake, and felt tears prick the corners of your eyes,
“Finally you’re up. I was starting to think you were holding out on me.” You said, trying to act as if you weren’t bursting at the seams with excitement. He chuckled.
“Why am I here?” He asked. You shrugged and sat next to him on your bed, pulling the covers off of his body. He hadn’t noticed he was shirtless until he felt the cold chill nip at his body.
“Would you rather be at Hawkins High with the rest of the town? I’m sure they’d all love to see their darling Edward, wanted murder suspect.” You reply. He smiles.
“Guess you’re right.” He says as you begin to unwrap his bandages.
“Someone’s getting a bit handsy.” He teases. You roll your eyes and finish unwrapping the bloodied bandages before starting to wrap him with new ones.
“That was really stupid, by the way.” You say.
“What?”
“Running into that swarm. You could’ve been killed.” You scolded. Eddie sighs.
“They needed more time and even if I had been… What difference would it have made?” He said with a shrug. You felt tears well in your eyes again.
“What difference would it have made? Just because Jason got a few hicks to be against you doesn’t mean everybody was. There are still people who care about you and love you, Eddie. I fucking love you! Do you really think I just ran back into that hell dimension because it wouldn’t have made a difference whether you lived or died?” You said angrily, pulling his bandages around him tighter.
“Wait wait wait. Do my ears deceive me? Did you just say you love me?” Eddie asked. You were so frustrated that you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.
At first, you were angry, pressing your lips against his just to get him to shut up for once in his goddamn life but then, as his hands gently held onto you as if you were a delicate piece of fine china, you broke. Tears began to stream down your face as it all hit you at once. You needed this. You needed him.
He pulled away, far too soon for your liking, and stared at you as his chest heaved to catch his breath. He blinked his beautiful brown eyes and smiled his stupid grin. There he was, in all his glory, and you’d just kissed him in a fit of passion and anger at his pure idiocy.
“If I get a kiss like that every time I act a fool, then I’ll have to remember to risk my life more often.” He whispers. You laugh and wipe your face of your tears, shaking your head before standing up.
“Eddie Munson. You have changed my life.” You say with a laugh.
“Then I guess we’re even. Cause I think you saved mine.” He replied. You gathered the bloody bandages and began to walk to the door. Your hand was just above the knob when you paused at the sound of Eddie’s voice once again.
“If I ever beat these charges and things ever go back to the way they were… or at least as much as they can… I’d like to take you on a normal date.”
“If I liked normal, I never would’ve found you.”
“Then can I take you on a not normal date? Affective immediately?” He asks. You laugh and open your bedroom door.
“Tell you what Eddie. You heal from the damage those hellbats did to your stomach, and I’ll think about it. Deal?”
“Deal.”
#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fanfic#stranger things ff#stranger things fic#st#st fanfiction#st fanfic#st ff#st fic#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x male reader#eddie munson x masc reader#eddie munson imagine#male reader#masc reader#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson ff#eddie munson fic#canislupus.txt#fits of passion and idiocy
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THIS CHARACTER WAS ORIGINALLY MADE BY @DeadlyPenny BUT SINCE SHE LEFT THE FANDOM I WAS GIVEN FULL OWNERSHIP OF THIS CHARACTER.
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PERSONAL INFORMATION (Daisy)
Name: Daisy
Last name [Unknown]
Nicknames: Daisy, Bo peep, big sis, wimp
Age: immortal
Birthday: 02/19 (first day of spring)
Gender: Female
Pronouns: she/her
Sexuality: heterosexual
Height: 153cm (5ft)
Relationship status: Single
Personality: Daisy is a sweet innocent soul she is kind and caring in every way possible she likes to take care and help others around her, Daisy is a sensitive girl she is also pretty naive, Daisy has no bad intentions and she always says things from her deep within her soft and sweet heart.
Likes: kids, flowers, sweets, baking, cakes, strawberry and blueberry pastries, lam lamb, bows, the color blue
Dislikes: Abusers of any kind
PERSONAL INFORMATION (lam lamb)
Name: Lam lamb
Former name: Zaka (Za-ka)
Age: immortal (probably in his 3000’s)
Nicknames: Minster sheep, Lam, Lamb, Bon bon (Daisy), demon sheep, creature from hell
Gender: Male
Birthday: 12/21 (first day of winter)
Personality: Lam is an evil and malicious creature and dose not care for anyone but Daisy, Lam hates slenderman and his proxies but he helps them out because of Daisy who always keeps his sanity intact. When lam is around Daisy he’s in his normal cute lamb form but when someone try’s to hurt her he will turn into a huge monster shodow creature with the lust of blood and human flesh that will do nothing but destroy anything in his and Daisy’s way. Lam has huge emotional attachment issues to Daisy and if she’s not near he would go in a great state of stress and anxiety.
ORIGIN STORY:
It was a beautiful morning of spring the flowers were blooming and the sun was casting a beautiful shine, but near the beautiful flower field was a huge forest it was dark and anyone who went in never came back well at least not without a missing limb, this were the slenderman forest where thousands and even millions of people would go missing specially kinds and teenagers. Someone running and crying could be heard from miles away is sounded like a woman a young one at least, the young lady ran and ran getting caught in trees and tripping over rocks but even though her aun she kept running until she tripped hitting her knee badly to the point it bled the girls name was Daisy a young lady from very far away she had ran from her home, Daisy fell to the floor with a loud thug she went to stand up but couldn’t then she looked up her vision blurry there was a monster it was huge it looked like a shadowy figure but before she could look at it in the eyes she fell unconscious. After hours Daisy woke up she sat on her knees when she heard a lamb she looked down and there was a tiny lamb it jumped up and down and in circles Daisy stared at it in awe “what are u doing here little guy?” She asked taking him in her arms it just made more happy noses as Daisy giggled, Daisy stood up and when she did there in front of her was a tall creature slender and wearing a black suit then it talk “what are you doing here child?” Daisy looked down tears falling from her eyes “I ran away from my hom” she spoke in a soft and gentle voice “I see….how about i give you some shelter for the night it’s dangerous” the monster asked its voice ecstatic and vibrating almost like TV statics, Daisy nodded knowing that she didn’t have nowhere to go she took his offer the creature soon took her hand and they both disappeared in the darkness of the woods.
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FACTS:
#1: it is said that Daisy came from another world or somewhere out of earth.
#2: Lam lamb hates getting brushed he says “I feel like a baby”
#3: Slender found Lam Lamb in the woods when zalgo lost him
#4: Daisy loves every creepypasta because she says everyone needs love
#5: Lam Lamb will get jealous specially of guys
#6: Daisy gave lam lamb his collar in the color blue because it’s her favorite color meaning he’s her favorite out of anybody
#digital art#Daisy and Lam Lamb#creepypasta oc#creepy art#creepy cute#creepypasta#slenderman#dolly the lost soul#julius the dressmaker#mimi the jester#jason the toymaker#candy pop#lamb#original character#laughing jack#laughing jill#jeff the killer#jane the killer#nathan the nobody#original art
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Sooo... This mean that we will have Asmodeus and Belphegor in the game??
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#a sheep in hell talking about other fandoms#what in hell is bad#whb#whb thoughts#Just me talking about another demons game#I hope there is not another games of hots demons#With two I have enough#Or maybe not?
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Attack of the Domestics
A/N: Encouraged by @michysminions7 and inspired by @jenksel to post this. I've gotten very insecure about my work and barely write anymore, other than little author-insert fluffs. This is one of those, but I still hope you enjoy reading it.
Fandom: Baa Baa Black Sheep
Pairing: Bobby Anderson/OC
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,116
Summary: Bobby's having a bad time at the party the night before a mission. He tries to find some alone time to sulk - and overhears an unexpected conversation.
Damn Wiley, Anderson thought as he stomped towards the beach. How in the hell had he managed to lose a girl to Wiley? Last he checked the man hadn't been anywhere near him, and then poof! Boyish charm and floppy hair and that genuine puppy dog smile and the cute brunette Anderson had just been about to score turned all her attention from the action at hand.
It's not fair, he thought grumpily to himself. Though if he was being honest, he was more upset about losing a girl to Wiley than he was about losing a girl. He usually had no problems chatting up the ladies but he could get a little overenthusiastic. Not to mention his height sometimes worked against him. Ladies like 'em tall? Not always!
He wasn't surprised to find another person on the beach, but he did do a double take when he realized it was another woman. One of the nurses, no doubt, and she looked a little familiar. Had she said hi to him earlier? He'd been so focused on the brunette (whose name he could no longer remember) that he couldn't recall if someone else had spoken to him. But there sat another nurse, wearing a white midriff-baring top and a pair of khaki shorts. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and her elbows rested on them. Her head was in her hands. Wait, was she crying?
Anderson felt a flare of anger bloom in his chest. Who the hell was enough of a jerk to leave a woman crying on the beach? He started out of the brush towards her…and a voice interrupted him.
"Lori?"
Anderson dropped to the ground, praying he hadn't been seen.
The woman lifted her head, and in the dim light from the buildings behind them he could see she did have tears on her face. It was a plain face, framed by lovely brown hair, but there was something haunting about it. And yes – she was familiar. Anderson couldn't help but stare.
"Mags?" the woman asked.
"Lori, what are you doing away from the party?" Another nurse, older, blonde, strode purposefully down towards her. Anderson had seen her before for sure. She was one of the more no-nonsense women, the kind you couldn't use your best lines on because she'd laugh in your face, ruffle your hair, and call you cute. The last thing any guy wanted when he was looking to pick up a woman was for her to think he was cute.
"I'm fine, Margaret," the woman…Lori, Anderson thought, her name is Lori…replied.
"The hell you are, you're crying." Margaret sat in the sand beside Lori, thankfully closer to Anderson so Lori kept her head turned in his direction. He didn't want to listen in on the conversation struggling to hear what Lori had to say.
Of course, if he was the gentleman he professed to be, he wouldn't listen in on this conversation at all.
"I'm fine!" Lori wiped her eyes. "I'm just not in a party mood."
"After seeing the pickings in there, I'll buy that," Margaret said, (bitch, Anderson thought, then flinched at the sound of his Mama's voice in his head chastising him for such language), "but you were so excited earlier today. I heard you girls talking, I know you were all anxious to meet up with Major Boyington's men."
That's right, Anderson thought proudly.
"I was. Am. Just…oh, Mags, it's stupid. Don't ask me."
Any self-respecting man would walk away when a woman said that to him. But Anderson knew enough to know that when a woman said that to another woman, it was an invitation.
He was right…sort of. "What's so stupid? You came, you saw, you decided not to play. You want to wait for the next opportunity to have some fun, that's your choice."
Lori looked away, and suddenly her shoulders shook. Anderson twitched instinctively, wanting to step out and comfort the crying woman. It was basic manners, not to mention the fact that comforting a crying woman upped your chances of getting lucky later.
"Lori!" Margaret leaned over and put a hand on Lori's shoulder. "Look, if you're not interested, there's nothing wrong with that…"
"I know…" Lori blurted, her voice distorted with sobs. "I know you all think…I'm a prude."
"Oh, don’t be silly, we don't think that…"
"Yeah, you do, I heard Melinda talking the other night."
Ah, Melinda, that was the girl he'd lost to Wiley. And now he recalled, he had spoken to Lori. She'd said hi while he and Melinda were talking. But he'd been deep into weaving a setup for himself and Melinda to leave, and hadn't really responded to her.
He felt a little guilty about that. After all, she was out here crying. Could it be because of him?
"What you do with whoever you want is your business," Margaret said. "You don't have to brag about it as much as Melinda does. The whole camp knows who she goes around with almost before she actually goes around with them."
Anderson's lip curled. Huh…maybe he needed to go save Wiley. He'd seen nurses play with the feelings of his friends before. The last one had almost torn the Black Sheep apart.
"Just when people ask me how my night went and I don't want to tell them…they assume I'm just a…a…"
"Cold fish?"
Lori nodded.
"And you're not?"
Lori stared at her and Anderson found himself very, very interested in her answer. He'd save Wiley later.
"I haven't been with a man in months," Lori finally said. "Not since before I came here. And you know how that turned out. I just haven't been interested. No one has interested me…but…but now..."
Anderson's eyebrows lifted.
Margaret tilted her head. "Are you saying there is someone in there that you're interested in?"
Lori nodded.
"Then why aren't you in there?"
"I don't have a chance. Melinda's got him."
Wiley. Anderson couldn't help the twist of disappointment in his stomach. It was one thing to lose a girl face to face to Wiley, but hearing another crying about losing her chance with Wiley because he was already taken…well it definitely made Anderson want to leave the area. He started to unravel from his hiding position to slink away. Maybe he wouldn't save Wiley from Melinda. Seemed like the guy could use a little bad luck with women.
"That doll dizzy with the fluffy blonde hair?" Margaret laughed. "I've seen him before, Lori. He chases as many women as Melinda chases men. You're not missing out."
"His hair wasn't fluffy and blonde, it was short and black," Lori said.
Anderson stopped moving. What?
Margaret echoed him. "What? Black hair?"
"Black hair," Lori repeated. "And a beautiful smile. He's got these really full lips. You know, the kind you know would feel good on yours? And when he smiles it stretches up into his eyes and squints them, like his whole face is enjoying whatever made him smile. It's an honest smile."
"You're talking about one of Major Boyington's men?"
"Yes. He was talking to Melinda. I guess she turned him down or something because the guy you're talking about was definitely not him. He was really tall. Like six feet or more."
Now Anderson was paying so much attention, he was holding his breath.
"Oh, yes!" Margaret exclaimed. "Yes, tends to stay in the back, keeps his hands in his pockets. He slouches, probably because he's a giant…"
Like you're a giant pain in the…Anderson shook his head to stop the thought.
"I never got his name," Lori said.
Anderson clawed his fingers into the ground, staring at her. My name's Bobby!
"Well, he's not talking to Melinda anymore," Margaret said. "Why don't you come back in and see if you can salvage the night?"
Anderson wondered how fast he could get back to the party without the women seeing him. His head was spinning. Oh yeah…he wasn't breathing. He exhaled hard and yanked in a breath of sea air.
Lori shook her head. "I…look, he's only going to want one thing. And…"
"And what's the problem with that?"
"Like I said, it's stupid."
"Lori, what are you talking about?"
Lori suddenly threw up her hands. "I don't want to just fool around tonight with him, Mags! I know, I know I have no idea who he is! I don't even know his name! But seeing him smile and laugh like that…it was like…my entire life, I've been living in the dark, and someone turned on the light. I want to cook breakfast for that smile. I want to hear that laugh while watching one of those old Buster Keaton pictures. I want to feel his arms hold me and hear his voice tell me I'm safe from everything in the world."
Anderson was aware his mouth had dropped open. He wasn't aware of much else.
"Lieutenant Beaufort, you had an attack of the domestics," Margaret sighed. "It happens. You see a tall, strong, confident man like that, and everything inside you says he's the one for you. But Lori…he's a pilot. The most he can do for you right now is just right now. Tomorrow he could be dead. If you go filling your head with dreams of the future and tomorrow he gets shot down…how many more like him will break your heart before you give up? You need to focus on the right now and let the future come when it's ready. Now if you can't fool around with him tonight, I understand. But don't deny yourself a good time because you're too busy trying to live in the future."
Anderson wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to shout at Margaret or run for the party or just run as far from the situation as possible. The way he saw it, everyone was right here. He might get shot down tomorrow. But did that mean thinking about the future was forbidden? Was it bad to try to think about life after the war?
And he couldn't get her words out of his head. "...like someone turned on the light."
She certainly was pretty, though not the best-looking nurse in the bunch. And she wasn't interested in fooling around, so his chances of getting any tonight were zilch if he pursued her. She wanted more and he had no idea if he wanted…
Well…some. He had some idea. He thought about home often. New Orleans. He'd had a girl before the war had started but once he'd announced he was heading to the South Pacific, she had told him she couldn't wait for him. And it would be nice to have someone. It would be nice to think about a future in New Orleans, with a woman that stated he'd brought light into her life. But he couldn't really trust Lori would stick around. Emma sure hadn't and she'd been his high school sweetheart.
He supposed whether or not he trusted Lori didn't preclude him from getting to know her a little more. But he still needed to get back to the party without being seen.
"I can't do it, Margaret. Not tonight. Put me back on duty in the hospital, will you? I'm sure Sophie wants to go to the party."
Margaret sighed deeply. "Are you sure?"
Lori laughed, the sound bitter and beautiful all at once. "No! But if I go back there and I see him, I don't know what I'll do! I don't know if I can just let go of this and have a great night and wake up tomorrow and go on with my life. Maybe I can. But if I can't…I don't want to know what it'll feel like if I can't."
Margaret stared at her for a long time before nodding. "You are going to have to cultivate some inner strength if you're going to survive your assignments here, Loretta," she said. "If you care this much about everything, it's going to kill you." She stood and helped Lori up. "I'll drive you back to the hospital."
"Thanks," Lori replied. "And…look, don't tell any of the girls, okay? Just…tell them I wasn't in a party mood and decided to leave.”
"Fine."
The two women passed by Anderson and he focused up at Lori. His stomach turned when he saw the broken look on her face, and it was all he could do not to jump up and say I'll take it from here. She wanted him, and he'd be damned if he missed an opportunity to at least speak to her.
He had to find a reason to go to the hospital. Tonight.
#baa baa black sheep#black sheep squadron#lieutenant robert anderson#bob anderson#bob anderson/oc#oc#original female character#fanfiction#writer#author#i love him your honor#john larroquette#lynne frederick
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Help me Obi Peach Kenobi, I need your opinion on a veeeeeeeeery unimportant topic.
In my last Ask you talked about Jikook's chemistry
And also how a lot of people don't see it.
And on Tumblr I've seen:
people that blatantly ignore it (which is so grotesque to me, I don't have further think on that)
and people who say "Jikook were very close till 2019, but not since then. Their moments just don't do it for me anymore"
So I've just wanted to hear your thoughts on the "Jikook aren't as close anymore (aka since 2019)" narrative?
Why I am asking for your opinion on this:
I value your opinion. You are someone where I think, the balance of the force is with you
you've been a BTS for quite a long time, much longer than me. 2021 has been the first time I've experienced BTS and Jikook content live and not just from watching past content. So I fear maybe that plays into my perception
while you enjoy Jikooks relationship, it's not a big focus for you. So there's less confirmation bias involved
Ask 2: Do you think the way ppl see jikook changed cos of the pandemic? Jikook used to be like sirens blasting
LOOK AT ME I'M FRUITY
NO MANGO.
Now they're very calm I almost don't notice them.
Ask 3: The way the fandom ignores jikook irritates the hell out of me. Some Armys are like sheep that do whatever big accounts tell them even if it means not seeing jikook giving hickeys. I'm not a shipper but I almost want to become one to negate the effect of Army always pretending jikook doesn't exist.
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(...No mango? Really?)
Hi @guacamoli-avocadorado 💜 and Anon(s)!
I decided to group these very differently written asks together because I think they all pose similar questions. I’ll try not to ramble.
A couple years ago, I used to have this same debate with a joker friend on Twitter. In fact she’s the person that convinced me to join Tumblr where she said a bigger jikooker community was. Let’s call her A. I remember she had a theory that the way the fandom relates to jikook has changed dramatically since 2017, and she explained there are three or four groups of people in the fandom who react to jikook in particular ways.
1. The homophobic subset of the fandom. There’s no getting around it - many people are homophobic, either due to cultural upbringing such as the traditionally religious, or some other prejudice, and in a fandom as big as ARMY many of which are from conservative Asian cultures, there’s bound to be thousands like this.
2. The non-homophobic subset of the fandom that notices or suspects jikook but says nothing either out of respect or out of an inclination to protect them. (As a non-shipping rapline bias who had just started asking explicit questions at the time, she placed me in this group). Jikook can be as affectionate as they want with each other and it can be explained away as skinship or something permissible for idols to do - I’ve seen some jikookers refer to this as a glass closet. Some non-shipping people in the fandom see this, occasionally joke about jikook in this way, but try not to excessively draw attention to jikook given LGBT+ rights are frankly non-existent in Korea.
3. The rival shippers. Throw in the y/ns who sometimes overlap with the homophobes, the taekookers, yoonminers, etc. These are basically other shippers who may or may not see jikook, but clearly have an interest in dismissing anything jikook do.
4. The people who just don’t care. For them, out of sight is out of mind, and even when in sight, the interpersonal dynamics between the members is just not something they care about. One of my closest ARMY friends (Minimoni bias) is exactly like this. I could gush from now till tomorrow about jikook and the most she’ll do is have a slightly amused look on her face. It’s not that she hates jikook or hates shipping, she’s simply not interested in it.
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At the time, I argued with A that there are more sub-groups (in group 4 for example there are anti-shippers who actively squash down any mention of interpersonal chemistry because they think it distracts people from the music and cheapens it. They’re like music purists or something lol, but some of them also overlap with group 1 and so they have an added interest in dismissing any chemistry at all). But looking at all your asks, I’d say these four groups broadly explain the reasons the fandom reacts to jikook the way they do.
@guacamoli-avocadorado , I think in addition to all these, the sorts of people to say they no longer see jikook since like 2019, are a particular type of shipper. These are people who I think need constant stimulation, they ship actively (and I’d argue in borderline unhealthy ways) and need a constant drip feed of content. The reason I say it’s borderline unhealthy, is because I think these are people who run the risk of seeing BTS more as objects than as real people with real lives which include other people besides Jimin and Jungkook.
Because a lot did change for BTS and jikook in 2020. Many pairing moments usually come from on stage interactions on tour and the Vlives that would happen right after, Run BTS moments, off the clock sightings in tour locations, and so on. Since 2020, first with the pandemic and then their hiatus, nearly all of these opportunities have whittled down in frequency, and in some ways have almost dried up. So people who forget that after the cameras turn off, BTS still exist in each other’s lives, and that even with reduced on camera instances jikook still maintain a consistency their fondness for each other, those people then come online to complain about jikook either not being as close or jikook not even being close at all anymore.
It’s basically bias - a form of binary confirmation bias where the absence of constant evidence negates every possibility. The annoying thing is that, it’s actually true that jikook’s relationship has changed, but it’s also true that it hasn’t really changed all that much either. Jimin and Jungkook are two individuals, adult men with different friend groups and different personal and career goals. As they mature, so will their relationship. As time passes we get glimpses into what that looks like, but based on what I’ve seen, the chemistry, fondness, and deference between them hasn’t worsened at all. It’s taken on a slightly different shade, but the Busan Bros have not slowed down their shenanigans.
I remember in 2020 when people were saying they had broken up (I’m not certain they’re dating, but I do remember seeing this theory all over based on an ‘out of sight out of mind’ rationale), and we later learned Jungkook had been getting drunk with him privately and spinning a grown man around bridal style.
I don’t know when people will learn to live and let live with jikook. They haven’t slowed down in 10 years, with the cameras rolling and the cameras off. Their relationship might have indeed changed since 2019, but not in any meaningful way that negates their love and respect for each other.
Whether or not some people see it has more to do with them and their bias, than anything jikook may or may not be doing in their personal lives.
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And we're back! Yes this is indeed Samus' second adventure involving the Metroids. Absolutely. There was positively nothing in between.
So Metroid II is a bit weird to me, not the game itself as much as the fandom's reception of it
Back when I joined in 2012 I...never saw anyone talk about this game, and when they did it was usually with a big "Eh, it's the black sheep (after Other M)"
So it was particularily jarring to me when this game suddenly saw lots of fans come up and present it as some sort of misunderstood masterpiece in later years, like some sort of secretly genius jem of a game that pushed the limits of the gameboy! This was mostly around the time AM2R dropped and especially after Samus Returns, when people would prop up the original game in order to shit on the remake for all the things Samus Returns did wrong.
Not gonna lie I use to resent this game: I used to think it was fucking boring and dull as hell, so seeing people praise it to high heavens just to shit on SR (as flawed as that game also is), and the subsequent clusterfuck that the Metroid fandom was between 2016/17 and 2021, kinda soured me on the game
But looking at this game in an unbiased way (or at least as much as possible)....this game isn't that bad, not as much as I thought (though it definitely is an acquired taste) nor as much as people used to say
...but it's far from great
But let's start with the positives: this game controls comparatively better than Metroid 1.
It's...still not great because Samus still feels clunky and too floaty, but now she can crouch and shoot and also shoot downwards while falling, which helps a lot
The sprite work is also a FUCK ton better than Metroid 1, with stuff being a hell of a lot more detailed, especially Samus.
Granted it's....got its issues (and I'll get into them more next time) but I'll give credit where it's due
Enemy placement is also far better, with enemies being placed far more reasonably except when you're dealing with the screen crunch and not as incessantly spammed as before. They also tend to do much less damage
The game introduces the series' trademark save points which sure beat Metroid 1's password system or even the Famicom version's save system which still spawned you at an area's start and with minimal health
Of course the game still doesn't have a map (in 1991 this was already pushing it) but given the game's more linear nature it's less egregious...but not completely so because most areas still look samey partly due to the gameboy's monochromatic color pattern and also because, despite the game's better overall spritework, most locations still look really samey, either being generic caves, generic Metroid nests (except the Omega's, that one is pretty cool) and generic building ruins that all look pretty much the same as far as architecture goes
And then we have the music
Yyyyyyeah uhhhhhh
The game certainly has some good tunes, the title theme is delightfully creepy and minimalistic, but with a really nice hopeful part. I like the main caverns theme, the credits theme and especially the Metroids' nest theme
Unfortunately you'll be spending a big chunk of the game listening to beeps and boops that wanna pass off as an atmospheric, minimalist ost
Now look: it....sorta works. When you're going through dark spooky caves and only have these atmospheric...weird sounds to keep you company it can absolutely give you a sense of loneliness and creepiness.....but the game overplays its hand with it way too much
These tracks play every time you visit one of the game's main areas and when you're outside of their buildings, meaning this is pretty much gonna be all that you'll hear of this game's OST for about half of your playtime.
I often see people claim that this game pushes the gameboy's limits and yeah in some ways it does, but in this case I'd say it plays against its limitations rather than within them: the gameboy's simple sound font can't easily create minimalist atmospheric tracks without them sounding way too basic or outright boring, or at least the composer wasn't able to, yet the game doesn't seem aware of this and just spams these tracks throughout most of the game, tracks that barely sound any different from each other and just end up blending in.
I think they jumped the gun way too early with this. There is merit in creating tracks that are incredibly simple and un-melodic but that can still give you the creeps. Just compare this to this
As it is Metroid II's soundtrack, at least most of it, makes the game just sound boring and uninteresting which....well isn't helped by the monochromatic pallette and some gameplay aspects though that's for next time
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MADE IN HEAVEN
Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Corruption, Angel/Demon Relationship, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Religious Guilt, Polyamory, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
You are an angel under the watch and care of the seraph Ariel. Together the two of you oversee nature and all of God's creations. However, one day you get assigned some new responsibilities: deliver messages to and from the Devildom or as you have come to know it, Hell. At first you're wary about the task. Yet this could be the opportunity to finally prove yourself to everyone.
The job is not as simple as you wished. Slowly you start spending more and more time below. What's worse is you starting to grow attached to the demons you've met.
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"Am I in trouble?" You ask, wide eyed as you stare up at Ariel.
Your mentor glances down at you with a soft smile. Despite it there is concern in her turquoise eyes. "No, no precious. It's nothing like that." Glorious wings flitter causing a couple of stray feathers to flutter into the air. "As far as I'm aware Gabriel just wanted to speak with you."
The two of you are making your way down the extravagant halls of one of the various cathedrals of the Celestial realm.
"Just him?"
"Eh, well no...I believe Michael will be there as well. Along with Raphael."
You can't help the groan that slips past your lips nor the pout that spreads across your face. "Noooo....Michael hates me! And I always feel so intimidated by him." It wasn't uncommon for Michael to be feared by a majority of the lower ranks. What was odd was how he seemed more distant at your mere existence. You aren't sure why. In all your time around him, you've been nothing but respectful and civil --- even attempting to be friendly. Those attempts were squashed.
Worse of all, it seemed as though you were a black sheep among your peers with a few exceptions.
Ariel stops and gently grabs your shoulders. Her expression has softened. "It's going to be alright." Her voice is soothing like a lullaby. Long strands of fluffy, caramel hair tickle your nose as she leans down towards you. "You are loved just as much as anyone else. Fear not, precious lamb." Hands move from your shoulders to your face; her thumbs tenderly stroking your cheeks.
You close your eyes and relax at the touch. A tranquil warmth spreads through your body. An inhale and exhale of breath helps center your mind.
Your beloved mentor has been the most caring, supportive and patient person to you. Words could never describe the love as well as appreciation you felt towards her.
When you open your eyes, you give the elder a nod which earns you a grin and a pat on the head.
The humongous, ornate doors are pushed open with ease. There you find Raphael, Michael and Gabriel lounging about and talking amongst themselves. Their chatter stops the second you and Ariel step foot into the room. All eyes (at least you're assuming Michael is looking at you) turn towards you.
Full chapter on AO3
#obey me#omswd x reader#omswd fanfic#obey me fanfic#obey me x reader#Obey me fanfiction#obey me shall we date
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I really don’t understand some of the comments you get. This is clearly a blog everyone is free to say what he feels and how he sees things. It’s so refreshing to be free and not judged. Why come here to rule others if you don’t like open minded spirits? There are so much other blogs made for one and only one opinion. Go to your people. Those who attack other for daring to say things we don’t like say we shouldn’t watch him but same goes to them, don’t watch us! There are plenty of blogs you will be happy to drool over him among others and guess what we don’t go there to poop your life so don’t do it with ours. Or aren’t you accepted there to be lost sheep’s here? Am sorry but this event yells for chaos. We all recall that time fans almost broke down a barbour clothes store yet it was organized with security! The fans on twitter called Reservebars, Totalwine and Sgwinespirits because for 2 weeks they had no answers and were desperate to know to plan yet this people had no idea of an event and had no idea that something was to be done. Many were pissed, the fans said it, they were pissed because they got asked for stuff they weren’t aware of! Even the stores were pissed because it’s fans who told them about it and they realized no organisation and no security was planned and they will be the ones most likely to have to deal with it for a guy they never heard of! There words. And now tell me if as so many say it’s not a fan m&g event why is it only the fans who got the news!? Why it’s only those who already did buy that got the mail? If he does it for new customers why did he brag it in his fandom and why totalwine doesn’t promote it!? Am sorry but if your business is so successful why after 2 years you are doing an aisle show in the middle of nowhere!? Why not on 5th avenue?! Where is that parkavenue shop gone?! His bloomberg meetings!? Why ending like a car saleman in an aisle!? And do you really think the men shopping there their 12packs of beer for the sunday games will stop at his stand to get a bottle because he is there to talk whisky and sign the bottle!? Please see it as it is. Promising autos and chats ain’t a tasting it’s a way to attract fans to come and get a bottle. It’s an event pointed to fans and their sure wallets. Pure and simple. It wasn’t posted last minute to avoid fans, it only was because no one had it fixed together until now and yet am not sure it’s called organized… one can only hope Alex will be as good as Steve when it comes to calm the crowded loud mass of fans who probably already camp as we speak.
Phew Anon, long read to be honest.
Yes, this is a blog where all opinions are welcome, good - bad and anything in between. Actually I don’t feel my readers here are wishing him ill. Most on the contrary, but it seems it is hard to digest for some readers, or dare I say Anons especially, as they always send Anon messages and never put their name on it, to understand that people can have their own reason for following him. For discussing his work or actions. Yep, I received them again, just for posting my thoughts on this event, I’m called a bitter witch, I bash him for working hard, I should shut the hell up if I don’t buy the whisky, I ‘always’ blame Sam…. Etc etc….
Oh forgot the Anon that doesn’t understand the meaning of neutrality. It means, you can like things but also dislike, or like things less. It doesn’t mean you hate it. I explained it so many times here in the comments. If I dislike peanut butter, it doesn’t mean I hate peanut butter. I just like cheese better (yes I’m Dutch). But no according to these Anons we all hate sam and only fans who love him make sense….and we’re gross….
It goes beyond anybody’s well functioning brains, why in the first place come here to read, and then also send these kind of messages. It’s not healthy and that is what I don’t understand. See, I can say, I don’t understand why people feel the need to buy 10 copies of his book and still tell each other on Twitter they ‘need’ to have this or that copy because his autograph is not on a book plate but in the book itself, so he touched the book, and endless discussions about an autograph that is put sideways, and if it is a copy or did he really put that autograph there himself….I'm not exaggerating, I saw these discussions. I do not go on that platform and engage into that discussion. I do not tell them you must be crazy. I just read it, have my thoughts on it and yep, don’t understand.
But hey, there’s so much I do not understand. I don’t understand why there are countries in the world that see homosexuality as a crime. I do not understand why they have a WC Soccer in such a country, and I do not understand why FIFA not allows soccer players to wear a One Love band in solidarity to the homosexual community. Still it happens. And I’m not allowed to judge over it, as it is their country, their rules, their religion etc. etc. I just can do one thing, I do not watch it or engage in it.
I’m not going into anymore about this event. Tomorrow we’ll see how it goes, we’ll see if it is successful or turns into some mess (which I genuinely do not hope). I feel tired by the discussion right now, and think most has been said what needed to be said.
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