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space-invading-pigeon · 1 year

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It had been almost a year since Steve had disappeared. The Party had not taken it well.

Dustin and Robin were the most affected, obviously: Dustin lost his older brother, the first person aside from his mother that had ever loved him unconditionally, his confidant. Robin lost the other half of her very soul; she feels like a shell of herself, a hollow corpse drifting through space.

Eddie threw himself into the search with Eleven: they barely stopped for basic needs like rest or food, too busy chasing every lead (El's connection to the Upside Down seemed unable to locate Steve, but Eddie swore that he could feel his "warmth"). Max, through her recovery, writes down every achievement, every setback, because she wants to share them with Steve. Lucas quits basketball; being on the court sends him back to every evening practice with Steve, and the loss makes him so sick that he genuinely cannot play. Will draws scene after scene of the party rescuing Steve, although each picture grows more ethereal- Steve's image starts to change, his features lost to a golden shine, his clothes shifting from his cozy sweaters and jeans to shining armor and a white cloak. His eyes, though, maintain that same warmth, the same kindness, obvious even in a painting. Nancy pretends to be fine, but she's always felt responsible for Steve: it's her fault he was ever involved, and she'd been so cruel to his in '84. It's her fault he's missing. Jonathan is distraught: he and Steve were on great terms before California, but there's always the guilt carried from giving Steve his first concussion. Argyle doesn't know who Steve is, but if everyone is this upset, he's down for getting the dude back.

Hop is on the warpath.

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Pelor fights with Vecna proudly for the cause. The vile creatures destroying their homeland are insatiable, and it is through Vecna's grace that Pelor was saved.

But things are starting to make no sense. It has been a year since Pelor was saved, but Vecna's story is starting to make no sense. These enemies, as he watches, and barely more than children. Watching them for too long makes Pelor's head hurt, especially when the curly-headed one sings that soul-searing song in the middle of the night.

"Don't be fooled by them, lord," Vecna advises. Pelor hums.

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Fighting the child soldiers feels.... wrong. They're crafty and innovative, making weapons and clever plans, but at the end they're just children. The redheaded one is easily incapacitated, for example, her body already weak from battle. Pelor can't bring himself to truly harm them, though.

And then the curly one starts to scream. "Steve! Holy shit, you're alive!" He cries, running at St- Pelor. His cries make the others freeze.

"That's not Steve," the small, angry woman snarls.

"Dust, get away from him!" The ugly one shrieks. Pelor steps away, glancing from each child warrior and trying to stave off the splitting headache.

"Eddie!" The curly one cries. "Eddie, sing his song! The song!"

The pretty one, who was near the back of the squadron, scrambled forward like a newborn foal. "You can sing it too, Henderson!" The man wails. The curly one and the pretty one bicker for a few minutes, before they both decide to start singing (only after the dark one and the red one start screaming that stupid fucking song that Dustin wouldn't stop complaining about-). The song splits Pelor's head in two.

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@amoris-no-smut-allowed imagine if you will, Eddie = Kas the Bloodyhanded and Steve = Pelor, god of the sun, summer, and agriculture

Pt. 2

#steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #steddie #villain steve

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of-flowers-and-foxes · 2 years

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#livor mortis #cozy st jean #cozy st. jean #serenades for the false hearted #serenades for the false-hearted #Spotify

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anonymoushouseplantfan · 9 months

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Would love your take on kates authenticity plant please. It was discussed on a UK show a few weeks back and authentic was the word I kept hearing. The host had kids in Thomas's when the then Cambridges went and everyone loved kate there

Oh boy, this is where I lose the Kate stans.

Let me preface this by making two points. First, I wasn’t always a Kate fan. I thought she behaved very well during the courtship (particularly during the breakup) and I loved the wedding (particularly the Halo tiara), but I was disappointed during the first years of the marriage when they weren’t working full time, and she seemed to be hopping from project to project haphazardly. That was not what I expected from a woman who had graduated college, who seemed to have a serious interest in photography and art history, and who had handled the intense press scrutiny of her dating years with dignity and effectiveness. I was very critical of her at this point.

And so were others. I don’t think Kate was perceived as “authentic” back then, as evidenced by the brutal Hilary Mantel essay that compared her to a mannequin and the reaction to her National Gallery portrait. The woman in the portrait was mature, self-assured and professional, and that was simply not the image Kate was projecting at that time.

But it is the image she’s projecting NOW. This Princess of Wales we are seeing now with the professional suits, ambitious projects, polished family image, and artistic patronages is what I expected to see from the disciplined, family-oriented, savvy St. Andrew’s graduate who married Prince William. I think this is the authentic Kate, finally growing into her role. It’s amazing to me that the artist captured that so perfectly way back then.

And I think that’s why she is getting the (well-deserved) accolades now. The post-2011 fairy-tale princess in bouncy curls, stiff coatdresses and matchy-matchy clutches never seemed quite real, but the post-2021 princess in boot-cut slacks (so like her college jeans) and pussy-bow blouses (just like in her portrait) with her tote bag and Starbucks cup seems very real. This Kate—with her Norfolk country house, Range Rover public school runs, cozy family pics, and adorably unruly youngest son—is exactly what we thought she would be.

She’s the same Kate we saw from 2004-2011. She’s family-oriented, disciplined, self-controlled, discreet, stylish, and reserved, and she doesn’t pretend to be anything else. She likes the country, photography, skiing, and tennis, and those are interest she has genuinely held for decades. She sticks by her family and supports her siblings. She still wears the same Penelope Childers boots. She still skies in the same French resort with her family. She has had the same nanny for more than a decade. She wears the same designers. The only deviations I have seen in my years of royal watching is that Mustique is not a preferred beach vacation spot anymore (I guess because the in-laws have their own resort) and there have been a distressing lack of Kiki purchases lately. Otherwise, she has stayed true to type.

Now, that’s real authenticity.

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iambilliejeanok · 2 years

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hello jean.. how are you? hope you're doing great..

Can I request any Kakashi fluff or angst. Either that u feel like writing now.. Sankyuu 😘

I’m doing okay baby hope you’re well too💗🌸

Warnings: angst,🥺

Normally, your husband does enjoy some quality time with you but, with the business of villages and continuous Kage events, there has been no quality time between the two of you, so much so that he wouldn’t even let you snuggle on his lap during work hours and after work as he initially did to compensate for the lack of attention, he’s exhausted, wanting nothing but to rest, falling asleep the minute he lays under the covers and waking up at the earliest hour, while you’re still sound asleep. It almost seems as though he’s pushing you away, prioritizing work over you. You couldn’t handle the fire burning in your chest, the heavy lump in your throat being difficult to swallow, and you’re suddenly warm, heating up with every passing moment as different emotions tug at your heart all at once. Anger, sadness, loneliness, greed. Would work be the reason your love story comes to an end? Your palms were so sweaty you could barely grip on the door handle, wiping your hands on your skirt before trying again, the difference barely noticeable so you just had to resort to your elbow to push the door handle down.

Crying out loud, the door shut right behind you, your personal space encouraging you to finally shed those tears your eyes spent all day fighting back. Pushing through taking off your shoes, you paused, contemplating whether to place your shoes neatly on the rack, like Kakashi preferred, or to just leave them there, since you were technically no longer in a relationship with him, the thought of hearing his voice again, but to scold you, made you quietly wince as you bent over to place your shoes on the rack. The emotional or physical desire to even be in his presence still stung your chest like a scolding hot brand and to train your heart to hurt less, you hoped he’d stay at work all night like he usually did, putting your cell phone on flight mode to shut out the noise of the world and human relations. Heading straight for your bedroom, a shower was out of the question, your emotions draining you enough to save that for another day. Taking off your heavy clothing, you crumbled it all up and shoved it in a hiding place so he wouldn’t complain about that either. Slipping on your comfort pajama dress, you pull down the cover and blanket, organizing all your stuffies to surround you, crawling into the cozy snug space you created, your favorite soft pakuun stuffy held tightly against your chest. Slumber quickly crept up on you, sparing you from any further thoughts about your “husband”.

By the time Kakashi returned home he felt rather exhausted, disappointed but not surprised, to find the house dark and cold, not even a feint whiff off food in the air. His mouth watered and his tummy grumbled at thought of some creamy mash potatoes and the savory oxtail you always perfected. “Shit”, he mumbled to himself, dropping his face into his hands. He forgot about you again. “Y/N…”. Ignoring the loud cries of his empty stomach, he now had the mission to check on you, softly calling your name as he moved through the house. Finally reaching the bedroom, he gently opened the door. Kakashi froze, surrounded and cuddling your stuffies, you were fast asleep, an offensively large amount of space left for him to sleep. The scene felt so uninviting, no room at all for him to hold you. Suddenly, it hit him like an avalanche, his chest tightening as he lost his breathe, his lungs forcing him to take a deep breathe before he’d suffocate. Work has just been too busy. A sudden urge to throw up forced him to bend over, his hands resting on his knees as he focused on taking deep breaths. He had been turning you away every single time you asked for his company. “No baby…”, mindful of your sleep, he whispered, guilt tugging at his heart as he slowly straightened up. He didn’t feel like a shower either, neither did he the day before, but what would one more day do?

“Y/N, I’m so sorry baby”, he whispered, blinking away the tears stinging his eyes. “I should go take a shower”, he mumbled, overwhelmed with what steps he should take next. Maybe a shower would help him deal with the mess in his head. As the water ran down his sore body, he thought he felt a warm hand touch his back, whipping his head around with so much hope in his heart, but once again, it was just his imagination. “Why should she come in here?”, he huffed to himself, yearning for your touch now. He fucked up. He knew it, and he hated himself for it.

Carefully slipping under the covers, Kakashi began gently removing a few of your stuffies, attempting to make some space for him to hold you. “Cmon Melody, hey Squishy move, you too Dumbo”, he quietly spoke to himself as he successfully threw them into plushy basket. Swallowing, he nervously placed his arm around you, your knees against your chest making it too tight, but he forcefully moved your knees, refusing to sleep another night without you in his arms. The movements woke you, and all of a sudden the warmth of his body against your back was all too much to bear. At first, you thought you felt your stuffies pressing against you just right, but when they began moving your eyes shot wide open. Gently, you tugged at the arm wrapped around you, attempting to remove it when you felt a warm kiss pressing against your neck, and you felt so uncomfortable, your mind having trained itself to not deserve such warm and gentle gestures. Trying to cover the very intense discomfort you felt, you gently turned, Kakashi finally getting the message when you began to push at his chest. “Oh, you’re okay?” The urge to scream had never hit you this hard. But you resisted. “I don’t think you actually care”, you said, your throat quickly tightening up. “I don’t feel like you care about me anymore. Please don’t touch me”. You had never felt so relieved to be under the dim light, your faces barely recognizable to one another. It made it easier for you to turn around and scoot closer to the edge. “Baby, what’s going on?”, Kakashi asked, mentally slapping himself for asking such an ignorant question. That’s not what he meant. “Leave me alone”, you squeaked, your shaky voice barely audible as tears began falling down your chubby cheeks, every atom in your being begging you to see rage yourself from him. You could no longer stand to sleep beside him. It was too painful of a reminder of the soft, warm and inviting love you once had.

“Y/n, baby, I’m sorry”, Kakashi started, but was only met with silence. The silence was a little harsher than a harsh answer would’ve actually been, he felt, an intense sensation building up in chest, forcing him to take another breath. He new what this feeling was, it’s just that he hadn’t felt this way in a long time. And to be honest with himself, he stopped feeling that way after he had committed himself to you. Your love was so gentle, caring, considerate and the list could go on as he reflected on his feelings, the ceiling growing darker and darker as he stared straight at it, limply laying on his back. Is it really worth it?

Kakashi was alone. Again. In his room, blood all over his hands up to his elbows, dripping down to the bedspread. He had never felt this kind of fear, emptiness and loneliness in a hot minute. The feeling was awfully nostalgic, but not in the fond and happy way. His stomach dropped, when he felt the weight on his lap, he felt so cold and empty, as though every drop of blood in his body had been drained right out him, too afraid to acknowledge the weight on his lap. He could smell her. Rin. And he shot up, the room still dark. “Fuck!”, he sighed, Another fucking nightmare. He looked down at his hands, before looking over to your side, where were you to hold him in your arms, and gently wipe his hands for him with those lightly scented wipes of yours, and kiss them, and rub your cheek against his open palmed, to tell him how much you loved them. To reassure him that you’d never abandon him, and that he didn’t actually kill his best friend. You weren’t there, let alone in the bed beside him.

He looked over at the time. 7:28 a.m. Work was so tough, he slept hard. As steam from the boiling hot water running out the bathroom tap filled the air, he began washing his hands, he knew this was bad, you’re the one that helped him break the habit, he was relapsing, slowly becoming the broken hearted, lonely, hopeless Kakashi he has been before meeting you. He hated it. Every last feeling, so much so that he wanted to scream and break everything in the room, but he had to get the blood off of his hands first. The imaginary blood that haunted him for so long. It hurt so much, his hands burning, turning hot red as he scrubbed them as bed as he could, a whimper leaving his chest, followed by a tear. What was the point of all of this? The village, being a Hokage, protecting people, status. What was the point of all that shit if he lost you. Was work really worth it? Was being the Hokage worth losing his light and love. His everything, his baby…you.

“NO!”, he screamed, “NO! NO! NO!”. Quickly , he shut off the water, oblivious to the skin on his hands and arms slowly swelling and blistering as he dashed out of the bedroom. Maybe you were still home. Even he didn’t know why he froze, when he dashed into the living room to see you putting on your leg warmers. You weren’t gone. You were still here, he still had the chance to fix things, it was now or never. Without a care, you continued to fix your leg warmers, leaning forward to reach for your beanie on the coffee table, ignoring his presence despite his sudden entrance. “I’m resigning as Hokage. Tsunade will probably be forced to take position again with Shikamaru by her side. She will hate me for it, the entire village might hate me for it, but I can take that. That’s fine. I just can’t handle having you hate me”, his voice breaking as he could no longer fight the lump in his throat, tears running down his face again. Now you were frozen, finally paying him mind, your dark brown eyes looking up into his black ones for the first time in months. You’re so beautiful , he thought. Kakashi on the other end, looked a damn mess. His eyes puffy and a little red, tears running down his cheeks, feint whimpering and hiccuping as he tried to calm himself down from crying. You didn’t know he was crying until you looked at him. The angry red blotches on his arms and hands forced you to stand up. “Kakashi!”, you panicked, rushing to stand in front of him, but he fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around your waist, crying into your tummy. You didn’t even realize the tears freely streaming down your cheeks as you cried too, just as messy as Kakashi was, trying to process exactly what he said. He’s resigning? He can’t just do that.

The two of you now sat on the couch, Kakashi’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his face buried into your neck as you gently rubbed some aloe Vera you’d been saving on his hands, the sensation cold and very relieving. “You always make things right”, Kakashi managed to say, still coming down from the violent crying. Confused, you remained silent, still trying to process exactly what the actual fuck was happening. After 6 difficult months of training and beating your mind and body into accepting the death of your marriage, your husband was suddenly telling you he would quite to be with you forever. You weren’t sure if that’s what you needed to hear or not, you just knew he spoke the words you’d always longed to hear, but you thought he valued his title so much that giving it up to be with you was out of the question. The same man who made you feel like nothing, was now making you feel like you were more important than something like being a Hokage. And for some reason, you were angry. You still freshly hurt. Now this. You remained silent.

“I took you for granted Y/N”, Kakashi spoke, his voice shaky from the overwhelming emotions he was experiencing. “I took you for granted, but you’re so special. You’re too p-precious. Being the Hokage is not worth losing you. That w-would be like like trading gold for dirt, I’ve been so blind and stupid. You’re the real treasure. Frankly, I don’t care what the consequences are. The whole world can burn down for all I care, you’re the real treasure here. Only a f-fool would dare risk losing you. Ple—please, pretty p-please, please find it in your heart to forgive this fool. This fool certainly doesn’t deserve you, but I’ll be damned if i ever let you slip out of my hands. I’m so s-sorry baby. I love you more than anything, you’re more important , please, don’t walk away”.

His arms wrapped around you so tight, your neck and cheek wet with his tears and yours, as you both cried together, and turning around, you needed to throw your arms around him too. “Kakashi”…

#naruto imagines #kakashi x reader #kakashi imagines #kakashi fluff #fem reader #kakashi angst

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