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mrspasser · 1 year

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Finding solace in you

On A03

Listen. Steve is not an idiot. No matter how many times someone calls him stupid, he’s not an idiot. It’s not his fault his friends are all certified brainiacs and that the ones that aren’t on the honor roll have either supernatural (El) or supersarcasm powers (Max). Steve is just Steve. Not good enough to get into college, not good enough to hold his parent’s attention for more than a fleeting moment, not even good enough to make his first real love love him back. But Steve is Steve. He has some good qualities. He can swing a nail bat, for instance. And the person or monster who broke into his home at 2 A.M. and is making a ruckus in the kitchen is gonna see how well Steve can swing that bat.

Steve is not an idiot. He quickly puts on jeans, a sweater and his tennis shoes, so he doesn’t have to face whoever it is in his boxers. He doesn’t make a noise when he tiptoes down the stairs. He doesn’t turn on the lights. He doesn’t call out a tentative “Who goes there?” and he most certainly doesn’t wait to raise his bat to a swinging position.

Steve is an idiot.

Because Steve is seeing Eddie in his kitchen. Eddie Munson, who died in Dustin’s arms in the Upside Down and whose body they couldn’t bring with them when they returned to the real world. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, who fought off a swarm of Demobats with nothing but a spear and a shield. Eddie the Banished, who was hunted down by an angry mob because they thought he was a satanic, murderous cult leader. Eddie the Hero, who gave his life to save his friends. Eddie with the expressive face, who gave Steve his vest ‘for his modesty’ and hunts Steve’s dreams every night. Eddie with the doe eyes, who fills Steve with regret about things that never happened but possibly could have, if only if they had more time. More time together.

“Hey man, sorry to wake you,” Eddie says, like he has just seen Steve yesterday instead of four months ago. Like he had not died in Dustin’s arms, his lifeless body too heavy and limp to move with them through the portal. Like Steve hasn’t been living with an overwhelming sense of guilt that clamps down uncomfortably on his chest every time he has a moment to think. Guilt that has him making himself run haggard, keeping himself busy, tiring himself out to the point he can no longer think.

“Sorry about the glass,” Eddie winces. He holds up the bottom half apologetically, the shards that formed the top half scattered on the floor by his feet. He’s bare footed, only wearing ripped jeans and a torn up shirt. The fingers around the glass are long and pointy, the tips dark. They look like claws. “I was thirsty, wanted to have some water.” He looks at Steve sheepishly, his eyes gleaming in the low light of the moon that comes in through the kitchen window. “I can replace it.”

“Don’t bother. We have a cupboard full of the same damn glasses.”

Steve is an idiot. He shouldn’t be talking to whatever it is that is standing in his kitchen, he should swing his bat and kill the damn thing that wears Eddie’s face.

“Okay.” Eddie moves to put the remnants of the glass back on the counter. It lands on its side, rolling into the sink with a clang. Eddie doesn’t react to it, he looks around the dark kitchen and asks where Steve keeps a broom and a dustpan.

“Bottom cabinet in the corner,” Steve points.

Eddie nods eagerly and turns on the spot to go where Steve points him. One of the leathery wings on his back rakes over the kitchen island and mows down the decorative ceramic dish that Steve’s mom uses as a fruit basket. It’s been a while since she’s been home, so it’s only the dish that hits the floor, not any fruit. The ceramic shatters when it hits the tiles, small shards flying as far as Steve’s feet.

“Oh shit. I’m really not doing this on purpose, I swear.” It’s a strange thing to see Eddie so meekly, his clawed hands balled in front of his chest, his wings almost drooping.

Steve is an idiot.

“It’s okay,” he says. “I didn’t like that thing anyway.” It’s true, he always thought the dish with the frumpy vines painted across the surface was ugly. “Stay where you are, I’ll get it.”

Steve places his bat on the counter and flicks the light switch for the lights above the kitchen island so he can see better. Eddie doesn’t react to the yellow light that floods the kitchen. Steve moves towards the bottom cabinet that holds the broom and dustpan while Eddie makes himself as small as possible in the space between the sink and the kitchen island. He sweeps up the glass and ceramic, noticing that Eddie’s toes are as black as his fingertips when he crouches down by his feet to get the last bits of glass. The nails are longer and pointy. Claw-like.

Steve sets the dustpan on the counter and gingerly fishes the broken glass out of the sink. Eddie follows him around the kitchen with his eyes, only speaking up when Steve has everything tidied up and puts the dustpan and broom away again. “I’m thirsty.”

“Water?” At Eddie’s nod Steve grabs a glass from the cabinet - the exact same as the one Eddie broke - and moves over to the tap. It brings him close to Eddie again, who is still trying to take up the least amount of space as possible. He’s fidgeting with his rings, Steve notices, the blackness of his fingertips extending down to the large metal rings. Eddie’s wearing his Hellfire shirt, but it’s filthy and it has a large tear down the collar. Eddie’s collarbones and part of his chest are visible, covered in dirt and tattoos. He’s not wearing the guitar pick necklace, because Dustin took that with him when they left Eddie’s body in the Upside Down. Steve wonders if Eddie misses it. “Here you go,” he says, handing the other man a glass of water.

“Thanks.” Eddie shuffles a little closer and takes the glass gingerly, clearly trying to not break it again. He downs the entire glass in one go and makes a face. He thrusts the glass back at Steve. “More please.”

“Sure.” Steve fills the glass with water again, glancing over his shoulder at Eddie who keeps crowding closer, inch by slow inch. “Are you okay?”

“Sure,” Eddie responds, “just thirsty.”

“You have wings.” It feels like a stupid thing to say, so perhaps everyone was right and Steve really is stupid.

Eddie looks at him quizzically as he puts the refilled glass to his lips. “Wings?”

“Nevermind.” Steve is not surprised when he has to fill up the glass again. Eddie is standing really close now, he looks over Steve’s right shoulder to see how he moves the glass underneath the tap and fills it up. He toys with a lock of curls, twisting it around his black finger again and again. When he bites his lip his teeth are sharp and pointy like his nails. The skin breaks and a drop of dark blood pearls on his lip. Eddie doesn’t show any sign that he even feels it and licks the blood away with a quick flick of his tongue, his eyes never leaving Steve’s face.

It’s disconcerting how much the thing still looks like Eddie, still sounds like Eddie. It’s Eddie’s doe eyes that stare at Steve, it’s Eddie’s lips that curl into a grateful smile when he hands him another glass of water. It’s Eddie’s voice that thanks him, that tells him that he’s “still so thirsty.” And: “Can I have another one, sweetheart?”

By the fourth glass Eddie has moved from twisting his own hair around his finger to scratching his nails through the hair at Steve’s nape. He can tell it’s meant to be done gently, but the nails are sharp and they burn where they make red marks on his skin. He leans against his hands braced on the edge of the sink, his head hanging down between his shoulders. Eddie is a firm line against his back. He’s not exactly warm, but he’s not cold either.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

“For what?” The scratching at his nape stops for a second and then it picks up again.

“For leaving you behind.” His voice catches in his throat. “For not being able to save you.”

The hand leaves his neck and two arms wind around his waist, mimicking a hug. It’s all done carefully, almost lovingly, yet the pointy nails still catch in his sweater and he can feel them lightly prick his skin when Eddie pulls himself closer against Steve’s back. His breath is hot on his neck when he speaks. “I’m here now, Stevie, aren’t I?”

Steve sighs, leaning into the treacherous embrace. “Yeah.”

Steve is an idiot.

Eddie hugs him even closer, making Steve stand more upright and pressing him against the sink. Steve has one hand on the sink to brace himself, the other is holding on to Eddie’s arm where it is pressed against his chest. The hand with the black finger is splayed across his heart, rubbing the fabric of his sweater against his skin. Eddie noses behind his ear, nuzzling against him in lazy movements. “You smell so good, sweetheart,” he whisper-sighs.

Steve is an idiot.

He closes his eyes, listens to Eddie telling him how nice he feels, how sweet he is, how he wants to climb inside him and live there. His nail bat lies forgotten on the kitchen counter. There’s a fleeting sense of regret when he thinks of Robin, of Dustin and the other kids, but it’s forgotten when Eddie’s hand caresses his throat, his lips traveling the line of Steve’s jaw.

“I’m so thirsty, sweetheart,” Eddie croons in a quiet voice, only for Steve to hear.

Steve doesn’t open his eyes. He feels drunk and lucid at the same time. “I know,” he whispers back.

The hand on his throat moves up, sharp nails scratching his cheek but only barely, coaxing him to look at Eddie. Dark, half lidded eyes catch his and cool lips press a kiss against the corner of his mouth. “I want you to be mine, Stevie, mine alone.”

Steve shudders, his breath catching in his throat. He doesn’t try to move away from Eddie’s hold, feels himself sinking into it instead.

“Do you want to be mine, sweetheart?”

“Y- you promise?” It’s more a breath than a whisper, but Eddie hears it anyway. More importantly, he understands. He breathes in deeply, humming softly, happily.

“I will be so good to you, Stevie,” Eddie promises. “You will be mine and I will be yours.”

Steve knows that what Eddie is promising him is not good. That there’ll be pain and grief and despair. But that’s familiar. Steve knows pain and grief and despair. And he knows loneliness. So when Eddie asks him again: “Do you want to be mine?”

“Y-yes.”

Eddie’s teeth are sharp and it’s more tearing than biting. His blood is warm when it runs down his throat. Steve feels his body growing colder, his vision swimming. But Eddie holds him close, keeps pressing bloody kisses to his skin, keeps telling Steve the same thing over and over again: “You are mine and I am yours.”

Right before everything goes black, Steve knows that it’s the truth.

“You are mine and I am yours.”

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lollytea · 8 months

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La La Land Machine AU!Emerald Trio's cartoons that raised them:

Willow: Powerpuff Girls/Care Bears

Gus: Spongebob/Courage the Cowardly Dog

Hunter: Winnie the Pooh

#willow is a sweetheart but also she has so much rage and needs the catharsis of seeing little girls beat bitches bloody #gus is...a little disturbed. but also. he stays silly #hunter just wasnt allowed to watch anything as a little kid EXCEPT winnie the pooh #and now hes just expected to act like a manly man?? even tho he was basically raised by a teddy bear???

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blutomindpretzel · 2 years

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Sweetheart bursting the doors open to a pack meeting (I’m guessing the meetings are hosted at a lil office building where they rent out a specific room)-they’re battered up and bloody, holding the wall from behind as they fight unconsciousness. Milo, of course- is out of his seat instantly, before Sweetheart abruptly holds up a hand and spits blood before Milo’s shoes.

The rest of the pack follows, surrounding the two. “Sweetheart, how did-?” “I tried to stop him- Quinn, he- David I- you’re mate, he has them.”

They can barely get the words out between seemingly endless blood-soaked coughing fits. David no longer felt the presence of his panicked pack members, the ones now bustling around him to get Sweetheart healed.

He’s exactly where he was when his father died, standing alone- silent and inconsolable. It takes him a while to get out of his head, and David reminds himself who he is: an alpha, the alpha of this pack, the leader of these people, and leaders help. He wouldn’t help anyone by letting his emotions take over, David decided.

He sighed heavily, running trembling hands down his face and turned to his pack. Darlin was closer than he remembered them being, in fact- they were already half way out the front door by the time David caught their shoulder. “No,” he boomed, “you’re staying here before you do something stupid, we’re staying here.”

“But David, I-“

“Tank- inside- now.”

Darlin growled a weighted sigh and reluctantly stepped past the threshold, feeling the obvious shift in air. God- it was so tense in here. They felt an itch to go, find him, rip his head off, and return Angel home. But before they were a “reckless idiot”, they were a member of this pack. Or whatever catchphrase David adopted all those years ago.

“David, buddy- why?” Asher interjected, reminding the few of his position as he rejoined David by the doorway. And took no time in realizing how he hadn’t moved an inch.

David took a deep breath again, this one far shakier and measured than the last few he attempted to take. Just breathe.

“We do no good in numbers right now, and believe me I want to be out there as much as you do.” David side-eyed a very angry Darlin. “But I cannot risk him finding and taking more of us. The packs safety is my number-one priority as your alpha, and the last thing under that umbrella would be running off and getting into a much bigger fight than we’re prepared for.”

Darlin huffed and stormed past Asher and David to join Marie as she attempted to heal what was left of Milo’s mate. “Of course you’d fucking say that. They’re your mate for gods sake do something about it.” Darlin grumbled as if David’s words made no sense.

David had no energy left to argue with them, nor to accept Asher’s many attempts at comforting him. He may have sealed his own mates death as a sacrifice to save his pack. Fuck- he felt sick.

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OKAY OKAY I know this was out of nowhere and I’m not even fully sure what this is but I adore the concept of Quinn taking angel and David having to battle with deciding whether being reckless and trying to save angel but risking his- and the Keaton pack now as a result- OR JUST PRETTY MUCH LEAVE THEM FOR DEAD. Ugh the angst mmmmmm

@4ngelv4mp @raaanciid @angel-bubbles

#redacted asmr #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo #redacted david #redacted asher #ugh the angst possibilities #FUCKING ENDLESSSS #this is so shit but I love it #meanwhile Quinn is torturing them for funzies he’s just silly like that #sweetheart almost dying <3 they’re so sexy and bloody and ugh Milo you’re a lucky lil man #David’s internal struggle is just MUAH #Asher trying to be supportive :(((#milos ndth Heart attack of the week

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theghostinyourwalls · 20 days

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Waiter! Waiter! More bloody Joe please 🙏

#i need him #he’s so babygirl #i want him #joe keery #steve harrington is a sweetheart #steve harrington is a mom #steve harrington is babygirl #steve harrington #steve harrington edit #spree #spree movie #spree 2020 #kurt kunkle x reader #kurt kunkle #cutie patootie #stranger things 4 #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #bloody men

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local-magpie · 6 months

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I died on the operating table last night. the surgeon fed my old self the bullet i was too afraid to bite - what if it was too soon to give up? to move on? what if the moment i stepped away you finally reached out? what if you grasped nothing, and it was my fault, the same way i've been reaching for you for years and had nothing to show for it?

I held onto all those dead dreams (you killed them) and empty feelings (did you ever really return them?) for far too long (did it ever really matter, anyways?) and i guess they got just as sick of me as you did, because it seems when he opened me up with the scalpel they finally made a break for it. by the time i woke up, they were long gone, and maybe it was the blood loss, but i couldn't find it in myself to care anymore.

They didn't run far, though. that person is still here, watching what i do with the life they saved for me. the baton is passed, and their dreams and old wishes keep like old fingerprints beneath my hands. they're not mine to chase after anymore; it's up to me to make new ones, to start running whatever direction i choose, and they'll be there for the ride. i don't have to keep running laps on their course, racing their despair and grief.

So i'm standing here, at the crossroads of who i was and who i could be. i'm not sure where i'm going yet. i'm not in a rush to decide; maybe i'll let the wind embrace me a while longer, in the space between history and identity. but i do know now for sure: whatever steps i take, whatever direction i choose, you won't be there to take them with me. and i shouldn't wait for you any longer.

I don't think i've fallen out of love with you yet, but i do think i've fallen out of caring about it.

- I told you I loved you before I went under, but maybe what I really meant was goodbye

#hyperionskies writes #spilled ink #its less edgy and raw than the last one so sure ill tag it #so the blink-182 album came out today #ive been listening to bad news on repeat and... thinking about things #sweetheart if you see this im only as sorry about it as you are for what you did to me #which is to say distantly and in a way where i cant find it in me to feel any real responsibility #you were afraid love would hurt you so you shattered me first and left the bloody pieces in the sand #i get to pick up the pieces you left behind by myself #and honestly? we both know that was fucked up #but that didn't save me

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happyk44 · 1 year

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I love the idea of Zagreus hating Percy because he doesn't like most Olympian kids and hates Percy specifically for pissing off his dad and hurting Nico's feelings so much. And then Melinoe helped Ethan almost escape with the Sword of Hades and Bob, so she and Percy don't really get along.

But Macaria is the goddess of blessed death! And she's in charge of Elysium! And aside from her bordering on OCD levels of cleanliness that cause her to hunt down whoever got a piece of dirt on her freshly cleaned floors to scream at them, she's basically a sweetheart! And she's nice to Percy and thinks he's cute and she's probably the only person in the Underworld who doesn't want to kill him, so Percy likes her a lot. Very much "thank the gods someone here is normal" energy.

And then Nico gets kidnapped and Percy quickly realizes that of the three godly siblings, Macaria is truly the one everyone should be afraid of.

#macaria would fuckign eviscerate the world for her siblings #percy helps her hunt down nicos captors and watches in horror as she descends like an angel of death among all of them #she declares herself the goddess of blessed death and then sneers that don't deserve her mercy before torturing them #she leaves behind mangled and bloodied corpses #and then as soon as she sees Nico shes back to being a sweetheart good girl who would never hurt a fly and Percy is so fucking scared #happy talks pjo #percy jackson #macaria

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feroluce · 1 year

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incredibly sexy of you to be blankshipping on main and in the tags <3 and with incredible takes and ideas on top of that!

Thank you Anon, it's so hard having the biggest dick in the room, but someone has to do it 😔

As a slightly? more serious answer, I think it's good and even important to have people being loud and proud and totally self-accepting on main in the proship circles. Like there needs to be someone showing the people who got bought in on the anti stances and are then beating themselves up for totally normal things that it's ok. You aren't a bad person just for liking something problematic about a play-pretend character in a make-believe scenario and you don't need to sink into self-loathing over such a thing.

Because some of them are in actual agony over this stuff, and some of them have already accepted this about themselves but are too deep in the anti circles now, so they'd lose their entire support system if they were outed. Not to mention how creepily violent and invasive antis get about proshippers- and as someone in actual anti spaces, you'd have a front row seat to all the atrocities people would wish on you, or maybe even go so far as to commit them themselves.

Like you know how people talk about extremely strict religious parents? How they would try to control a lot of the thoughts and actions in their child's life? And then sometimes even get violent when they didn't comply? All while excusing it as trying to keep them from sinning or being a bad person? It's the exact same thing. And it has a lot of the same effects, too. Antis aren't beating the problematic out of each other. They're just plain beating and traumatizing each other and then making each other into better liars who secretly hang out on the proship servers on the downlow.

And it sucks! It sucks so bad! Because I've talked to people in those exact situations and like. Especially the fact that a lot of them are still young. Like barely young adults. Some of them are still technically teenagers. They shouldn't be dealing with this bullshit at what's already such a tender and difficult age. And it makes my heart ache and my blood boil because some of them are outright scared and there's just not a lot that I can do about it. You can't shield or protect someone from all of that and it sucks.

So like yeah I'm gonna be noisy and annoying and yowl right on main because at least with that I can give people somewhere to go where they feel decently safe and accepted, even if they never interact once. That's what got us the blankshipping server, because our creator was in the anti servers while sending me blankshipping asks and decided "you know what this sucks actually" lol. That's what brought in a lot of our members, because I could yell my heart out into the void here and! People heard! And then they joined the server and found a place they could finally breathe! And it's so much fun in there now!! ♡

Anyway tl;dr thank you dear lovely Anon you are entirely correct I am incredibly sexy and everyone desires me carnally and my dick is huge and I haunt the submas servers with how I live in their minds rent free skzjkdksjd

#my heart goes out to the people caught in such terrible sticky situations like this #I got an ask once where they forgot to put it on anon and then got a dm from the same person where they were PANICKING about it #because they were so scared that I was going to accidentally out them by answering the ask #(if you see this sweetheart then I hope you know I'm rooting for you and I've never told a soul- not even my fellow shippers;#that secret comes with me to my grave)#this is also why I always keep anon on- I'd rather let the people in hiding or on the fence interact safely than not at all #like god but for real though #my biggest respect to the shippers who are able to lay low and control themselves #they used my name to test the blackout/censorship/whatever you call it function in the anti server and like #I just know if I'd been online at the time I wouldn't have been able to help myself #I would have given up my secret identity in a heartbeat for the bit #because it was just a bunch of people chanting my name like they were playing Bloody fuckin Mary and I woulda popped my head in there like #'yes you rang' BSKKDJXKDKDK #funniest fucking thing I'd ever seen it made my entire week I was in PUBLIC at the time out to lunch with my MOTHER #do you guys have any idea how horribly I must have failed at keeping a straight face BSKDKJZKSKKKD #and then I accidentally got drunk on too much rum and went to a craft show it was a good day dfkljadfkakda #I used to love seeing the blocklists every week too because my name was always at the top but then they started alphabetizing it rude orz #I think the last one I saw was from somewhere else though bc it wasn't alphabetized and DINGO was 2nd from the top while I was way below #*shakes fist* HOW DARE YOU DINGO #I almost didn't wanna answer this ask I wanted to keep it because it gives me warm fuzzies thank you anon haha #the horrors never cease but fun little things like this make it easier <3 #ask #answer #anon

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