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starkeyboy · 4 months

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no you can’t catch me now

luke castellan x zeus!reader

imagine you are thalia because this song SCREAMS her

i immediately thought her and my fingers couldn’t stop writing :)

“There's blood on the side of the mountain

There's writing all over the wall

Shadows of us are still dancin'

In every room and every hall”

i laid on the ground as blood soaked the leaves. the screaming of the people i love most, going off to the distance. luke’s face appearing every time i closed my eyes. oh luke. the love of my life. the first. and the last.

i love you luke castellan.

°°°

i ran through the trees, luke and annabeth in front, grover in tow behind me.

“keep running! don’t look back,” grover screamed behind me. i knew deep down that if grover didn’t make it back, his dreams were gone. but he swore to protect us. my running slowed as luke and annabeth didn’t take one look back, grover getting ahead, he noticed i wasn’t in front. grover stopped and looked at me as i stopped.

“go grover,” i said as rain soaked us. grover shook his head and he went to grab my arm. i took a step back as the two up on the hill stopped and screaming my name. i looked at them as i smiled. oh how i loved them.

“no y/n, you’re gonna make it, if we keep running, come on!” he screamed as i took every step back when he fell forward. i heard the monster behind me get closer.

“they don’t want you or them, grover, they want me. that’s all they want,” i yelled over the thunder. i nodded and he shook his head.

“please y/n, run with us to safety” he pleaded. i looked up once as i saw luke running down, to get me, to drag me uphill.

“grover, tell luke i love him. please,” i said as i smiled softly thinking of him. i turned around as everyone’s yell at me grew quiet. lukes running grew faster as i drew my dagger, a gift from dad. the monster close.

“i love you so much” was the last thing i said because before i knew it, i was looking at the monster as it snarled at me.

°°°

lukes pov

i let out an agonizing scream as y/n lied on the grown as the monster ran. i dropped to my knees as tears spilled from my eyes. i felt arms grab onto me as lighting strikes the grown where she laid. roots growing. a tree forming, a pine tree. her favorite tree.

“you wanna know why i love these kind of trees in the woods?” she said as i smiled at her, awed by her fascination of the world. i raised my eyebrows in question. “pine trees are majestic luke. they survive the cold, the heat, the storms. survival at its finest. and they provide beautiful pine cones, which smell amazing,” she smiled at me brightly. when she looked at me, it was like the world paused. it was just me and her.

“i hope one day when i die, i come back as a pine tree, giving me a full life through everything, protecting others as they pass, a shelter for those who need it most.”

the memory of just a day ago repeating in my head for days on end.

everywhere i looked, she was there. in the cabin, the mess hall, the arena. the woods.

“Bet you thought I'd never do it

Thought it'd go over my head

I bet you figured I'd pass with the winter

Be somethin' easy to forget

Oh, you think I'm gone 'cause I left”

the more i trained and the more i picked up fights, you would think i would move on easily. but there was always this one light that brought me back to y/n. always back to the pine tree.

the day we got to camp was the worst day of my life. everyone said camp was a safe place for half-bloods. why did y/n die? why didn’t zeus save her, huh?

camp was no longer called safe when she left us. when she sacrificed her life for us.

“oh, hey,” i heard behind me. i furrowed my eyebrows as i turned to find nobody. “i’m right here, luke, right in front of you.” i looked in front of me and saw the tree.

“y/n?” i whispered in disbelief.

“yeah, honey, it’s me,” she said softly as i felt a caress on my cheek. “you can’t see me but i’m here, i’m not leaving.” i felt a tear fall from my eye as i thought of her.

“i miss you so much,” i let out a sob. i leaned my head on the trunk of the tree. “so much”

“oh luke” she whispered. “i never left you, im here forever for you and with you”

“But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze

My footsteps on the ground

You'll see my face in every place

But you can't catch me now

Through wading grass, the months will pass

You'll feel it all around

I'm here, I'm there, I'm everywhere

But you can't catch me now

No, you can't catch me now”

i grunted as the monster got my cheek, feeling the blood drip off my cheek. i drew my sword and swung at it, but it kept growing stronger.

“fuck you, dad, fuck you,” i growled as i felt my fate. the monster above me now as he dripped of slobber. his mouth opened, emitting fire. i closed my eyes, ready for the impact, but nothing happened. i felt a force and lighting strike happening in front of my eyes. it let me get up and run after hearing her whisper to me.

“run, luke, go!”

°°°

i sat in front of y/n as i planted a new flower for her. i can feel annabeths, grover’s and percy’s eyes on me.

today was the 5th year of her passing and every year, i grow a new flower, whether it be strawberries on accident or not.

“what’s he doing?” i heard percy said.

“planting y/n a new flower. she sacrificed her life 5 years ago today and 5 years ago today we i got the privilege to feel y/ns warmth as her tree gives the camp life. lukes way to thank her is gifting her natures beauty,” annabeth explained.

i sighed as i touched the trunk gently.

“i’m not gonna let anyone hurt you, i promise. im so sorry i couldn’t promise that 5 years ago today,” i whispered as a tear of mine dropped to the ground. i felt arms wrap around me, her familiar scent filling my nose.

“i promised that nobody would hurt you when i died, and i will always fulfill that. because no body can stop me. no body can catch me now,” she said as she touched my scar. the feeling of her touch felt comforting.

“There's blood on the side of the mountain

It's turning a new shade of red

Yeah, sometimes the fire you founded

Don't burn the way you'd expect

Yeah, you thought that this was the end”

y/ns pov

i smiled as i laid on the ground, my blood soaking the hill. the snarl of the monster disappeared. i heard luke behind me scream as i felt arms wrap around me.

“oh darling,” the voice said. “oh darling,” he kept whispering. i closed my eyes as luke filled my head. the arms around me tightening, the wind calming, the rain stopping, the smell of pine filling my nose.

“this isn’t your ending, darling” he said and i was gone.

#luke castellan #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan x reader #percy pjo #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson

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jksprincess10 · 11 months

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Cardigan || Joel Miller x reader

Summary: You’re lost in the memories of your intense relationship with your dad’s boss when you find a significant object.

CW: Age gap relationship (Joel is 50, reader is in her 20s), alcohol, weed, daddy issues, angst, breakup, flirting, teasing, daddy kink, dirty talk, bj, swallowing, unprotected pv, masturbation

Here it is ! My frist fic for the Folklore anthology!

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite

Your childhood bedroom was almost all packed-up, boxes piled up in different corners. You were thrilled to have your own place and have your own big girl job, without the constant weight of your dad’s indifference.

You only had to check under the bed to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. Your hands found the hard shape of a box. You pulled it out and opened it. Inside, a somewhat ordinary flannel shirt was neatly folded. You took it between your fingers, traced a few lines on the dark green fabric, and you held it against your face to smell the memories of a man. Cologne, maybe a slight scent of weed you had smoked that night.

His name echoed in your mind, and you felt the tears prickling your eyes.

But I knew you Dancin' in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight, I I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, I

The bar was swarming with drunk guys from the company your dad worked for. His boss, Mr. Miller, was equally drunk. His shirt was loosened up somewhere along the way, his tie hanging pathetically around his neck. You were busy looking at him, while your father was showing you off like a trophy, raving about your accomplishments in college. When in reality, he didn’t care at all.

“She’s such a smart cookie, isn’t she.”

Your dad’s voice got drowned in the ambient music. You were just hoping Mr. Miller would notice you. Would call you smart. And good. And pretty. But he was busy, everyone around was asking for his attention.

“I’m gonna get some air for a bit, dad.” You excused yourself awkwardly as the men he was talking to were looking at you like fresh meat.

You passed through the bar’s sweaty bodies until you were gratified with the cool air from the starless night. You sat down in the alleyway separating the bar from another one, and you rummaged through your purse to find some relief. You took the rolled joint between your fingers and lit it up, your lips pulling on the herb until you exhaled shakily.

After a few generous puffs, you panicked when you heard somebody coming your way. When the person got closer, you recognized Mr. Miller’s broad silhouette under the streetlights.

His irises behind his thick-framed glasses weren’t deceiving him; his employee’s angelic daughter was hiding to smoke weed. He got closer, and the scent of his masculine cologne filled your nose.

“Oh shit, what do we have here…” He chuckled.

“Don’t tell dad.” You mumbled and offered him the joint. He took it between his thick fingers and smoked for a bit, before giving it back to you. “Just had to get out… Can’t stand the way he shows me around.”

You didn’t know why you were telling him all of this, but he had this fatherly aura to him, and you craved an older man’s reassurance.

“So, you ain’t havin’ fun, sweetheart?”

You didn’t know if it was the drugs or your nickname, but your mind felt blurrier when he called you like that.

“Now, I am.” You smirked.

You didn’t know if you were imagining things, but you saw a devilish sparkle in his dark eyes.

“Why’s that?”

“I don’t know, I finally have my dad’s boss attention.” You shrugged and stepped on your finish joint bud, ashes disappearing in the grey concrete. “You’re hot, Mr. Miller.”

His cheeks were red – a mix between alcohol consumption and shyness.

“Are you drunk, findin’ an old man like me hot?”

“Barely.” You said.

But, he was drunk when his figure hovered over yours and his fingers grabbed on to your chin to lift it up.

“You’re playin’ dangerous games, sweetheart.”

“I know.” You pulled on his blue button-up shirt to bring him closer, and crashed your lips against his. They were surprisingly soft, and his breath was minty with a hint of beer. His tongue invaded your mouth, as his calloused hard-working hands were sliding under your shirt to feel your shivering skin.

The party ended with you running away to Mr. Miller’s house with an excuse that “a friend was picking you up and getting you home” – although, “house” wasn’t giving it justice. It was more like a modern mansion.

“You live here alone?” You asked as you took in the sight of the entryway.

“Yes, my daughter Sarah moved away for college. ”

So, his daughter was around your age.

“You want something to drink, sweetheart?”

“Just water, please.”

You sat down in the spacious living room while waiting for him.

“Thank you, Mr Miller.” You said as he gave you the glass.

“Just call me Joel.” He said as he drank from his own glass.

“Okay, Joel.” You tasted the name on your tongue, and he imagined how he could make you whimper his name for the rest of the night.

“Why don’t we pickup where we left off?” He asked after clearing his throat.

You laughed, and cradled his spread thighs, feeling the impressive tent in his pants under you. With your lips pressed against his, you thrusted your hips against his to get some friction.

“Don’t tease me, M’too old for this, sweetheart.” He whispered against the skin of your neck, his hands taking place under your shirt once again.

“How old?” You asked as you melted into his touch.

“50.”

“Fuck.” You couldn’t hide your reaction. His hands went up slowly, feeling your breasts through your bra.

“You like that, sweetheart? You wanna get fucked by a man old enough to be your dad?”

“Yes.” You whimpered breathlessly.

He squeezed your breasts roughly, before peeling off your shirt. Your fingers hastily undid the rest of his halfway undone shirt. You slowly slid down his body until your knees met the fluffy decorative carpet in the living room. You undid his suit pants, and pulled them down a bit. You could already see a wet spot on the fabric of his boxers. You leaned down a pressed a kiss there, that was met with a deep grunt.

“Can I suck it, daddy?”

“Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart, you’re somethin’ else. Go ahead.”

His big hand laid on your head as you pulled down his boxers, letting his dick spring out freely. It was beautifully thick, and the head of it was already leaking. You kitten licked the head, drinking in every drop of precum you could find. He cursed under his breath, as you took in what you could fit in your mouth. You held the base between the circle of your fingers, pumping it slowly between your lips.

“Fuck. You’re so good.”

The praise made you moan around him, vibrations of your voice giving him more sensation. Encouraged by his hand on your head, you slid your mouth up and down at a faster rhythm.

“You want me to cum in your mouth, sweetheart?” He asked as he looked down at you through his glasses. As an answer, you kept going until your jaw was sore.

Finally, you felt him twitch between your lips and shots of cum filled your throat. You let him go, and sat back on his thighs. “So good, baby.” He said as he kissed you softly.

His hand sneaked under your skirt, feeling your wetness through your underwear.

“I’ll have to do somethin’ about this.”

“Please, daddy.” You begged.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars Was all we needed You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin'

After that night, even with the two of you sobered up, you found ways to see each other. You’d sneak around, go to fancy bars or restaurants your dad couldn’t afford. You’d kiss in his fancy truck. He was always a nice, gentle lover. But you could tell that your differences sometimes weighted on him.

He was tired that night, resting on the make-shift bed he installed in the box of his truck while you two looked at the stars. But you were restless, energy flowing through your young veins.

“Joel, I know you’re tired…” The name always felt wrong on your tongue, too intimate.

Joel took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “Hmmm? What’s goin’ on, sweetheart?”

“I want you. You don’t have to do anything.” To punctuate your words, you kissed his scruffy jaw, the tense skin of his throat. “Let me take care of it – I just… Just need to get off on your dick, please.”

“You’re too generous with me.” He smiled, almost sleepily. “Use me baby. Always yours to use.” He said as he put his glasses back on, the thick black frames framing his beautiful eyes.

“Thank you.” You said breathlessly.

Around him, you always wore dresses or skirts for easier access; the nature of your relationship was pretty clear. While he relaxed beside you, you got yourself ready for him, your fingers crossing the barrier of your panties. Joel was looking at you, his hand stroking himself lazily through his pants. After wetness gushed around your fingers, you felt like you were ready. Joel barely undid his pants, just enough to pop his cock out.

With your panties slipped to the side, you sat on him, your back facing him. His strong hands took place on your hips, holding you while you lined his cock with your hole. When you felt comfortable, you bounced on him slowly. Behind you, you could hear his soft grunts. You used him like this until you met your own high, and kept going with more fervor until he spilled his seed between your walls.

I knew you Leavin' like a father Running like water, I And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

“We can’t keep going like this, sweetheart.”

He wasn’t his usual self; crinkles of worries distorted his face.

“…Why?” You stopped in your tracks and sat on his couch so you wouldn’t fall.

“You deserve someone who can fully commit. You deserve someone young, with whom you can experience life.” You felt the weight of him beside you, and on instinct, his arm wrapped around your shoulders. You knew the exact moment your heart broke. “You have so much to learn.”

You pushed him away. “Stop treating me like a child, Joel.”

“Either way, sweetheart. This can’t work. It’s better to stop before you get too attached. M’sorry.”

You got up. “You should’ve indulged in my fantasies in the first place when you knew it couldn’t work.”

“You’re right. T’was wrong.”

You stopped listening after this. The walk to your car felt like a fever dream, and finally, when you were in front of your wheel, you let the tears fall. You thought he would stay. You thought he would care. More than your dad.

But he left.

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time

You were sitting in your backyard, staring up at the sky. Smoke filled your lungs. You breathed out like a dragon. You coughed until you felt a burning sensation, and then, pleasant emptiness. The smoke was the last reminder of the ghost of your relationship with Joel.

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clairesvalentine · 6 months

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Could you do something with fem!reader and Syzoth where he walks into her playing an original song on the guitar?

The songs I’m imagining for this scenario is “Can’t Catch Me Now” by Olivia Rodrigo and “Lost in Silence” by Marcus Skeen…

SYZOTH AND MUSICIAN!READER

🦎 syzoth x fem!reader

PROMPT: syzoth walks in on the reader singing an original song.

I LOVEEEEE THIS SONG!! can’t catch me now was the reason i made the mileena one shot! anyways, i hope you enjoy this one and thank you for requesting again!! I also learned how to make the text a bit smaller so it fits my aesthetic. it's a good day fr 😹🙏🏼

— syzoth had been lurking around the kingdom's village for a while now. after the events that occurred, he was now appointed by mileena as her emissary to the zaterrans. he was honored yet overwhelmed. he wanted to do well for his kind. in their history of hardships, he wouldn't want them to endure any more pain than they already have.

— after being banned from the village for an extended period, he found joy in wandering aimlessly around the village. observing the citizens engage and witnessing their daily routines brought him a sense of comfort. his people were able to live amongst them and that meant the world to him.

— he spent most of his time in the tavern. he enjoyed seeing outworlders getting together to enjoy a drink or two. it bought him some comfort. besides, if he made it at a certain time, he was able to see the performers.

— while making his way to his usual table, he heard an unfamiliar melody. he was accustomed to hearing a plethora of songs, most of them folk tales sung by the people. he had never really encountered anything new—which wasn't a problem for him, but this caught his attention.

— you sat in the backroom, humming softly as you strung your guitar. you had been near and far from outworld, being back home was something so surreal to you. you had lived in this village all your life, adventuring around outworld was not an easy task. though your family had advised you not to, it was something you wanted to do. you sang in many different taverns, near and far yet you never got tired of traveling.

— however, this time you had to come home. your mother was very sick and she needed all of her children there. throughout the day, you would tend to your mother whilst taking care of your childhood home simultaneously. though you loved your mother and wanted her to get better, it was all so mentally draining to you. with the loss of your dad a few years prior, it made things so much harder.

— so, you and your siblings made a compromise. you and your brother would watch your mother during the day, while the others took over at night. this was perfect for you. this was your chance to try new material to the drunkards at the tavern.

— syzoth followed the melody, stopping by the door once he spotted you. you sat on a wooden chair, your music sheet on the stool beside you. he couldn't describe it but the melody you were playing was just something so fresh to him. one he had never heard before.

— "there's blood on the side of the mountain. there’s writing all over the wall. shadows of us are still dancin'. in every room and every hall." you closed your eyes as you sang, almost as if the melody ran right to your core.

— that's what syzoth found most captivating about the song. the way you were able to feel the music as you sang.

— trying not to startle you, syzoth equips his invisibility skill to quietly enter the room. he listened to you sing, admiring how much passion you had. he thoroughly enjoyed the lyrics being sung. he could tell you had so many compelling stories to tell, just from your writing alone.

— once you finished your song, syzoth couldn’t help but applaud. the song was absolutely stunning and your voice was so smooth. syzoth truly admired you. his invisibility wore off, unknowingly.

— you let out a scream, clutching your guitar close to your chest. you thought you were alone! you were supposed to be the only one back here! you swore this was some sort of attack.

— syzoth’s eyes widened once he realized you could see him. “i’m sorry! i did not mean to startle you! i was just—“

— “don’t hurt me! please! i’ll give you anything, just don’t hurt me!” you begged, holding your guitar tighter.

— “no no, you gave it all wrong. i overheard you playing and i wanted to watch you.” syzoth explained. you relaxed a bit, loosening the grip on your guitar.

— “so why were you invisible?” you questioned, still not completely trusting this stranger. you grabbed your song sheet from the stool you were using.

— “i did not want to startle you. you seemed at peace and i did not want to disturb you.” syzoth explained, having a seat on the stool. “this song you were singing, it’s one that hasn’t been sung here before.” he commented.

— you smiled lightly, leaning back in your seat. not a lot of people paid you any mind when it came to your new material. people just liked hearing the same old folk songs they heard before. no one was really interested in anything new.

— “it’s new. i wrote it amidst of the battle between realms.” you explained. “i wasn’t necessarily here when it happened but i felt it’s effects.” you shared. “i am glad you enjoyed my song though. the drunkards here don’t like anything new or fresh.” you half joked.

— you and syzoth spoke for a while, mostly about music. syzoth was just curious about what you did. did you only write music? was this your job? how did one create melodies as ear wormy as yours?

— syzoth listened to you, enthralled with everything you said. composing music was such a complicated yet interesting concept. he learned that wrote many songs that didn’t get played. some because the tavern wouldn’t let you play them, and others because you simply weren’t interested or confident in performing them.

— an idea popped into syzoth’s head. “you can perform for the empress!” he chirped. “empress mileena loves a good performance. perhaps you could sing your songs at one of her big events.” he suggested.

— though intrigued, you weren’t able to wrap your head around this. sing for the empress? that seemed too good of a deal. you weren’t so sure about this man’s offer, though he did seem genuine. he was the only one to actually listen to you as well…

— “sounds too good of a deal. how do i know this isn’t a scam? or a trick for that matter?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow at the zaterran.

— “because i would never leave anyone astray unwillingly.” syzoth replied, gently taking your free hand in his.

— you looked down at your hands, a small blush crawling onto his cheeks. “when should i be ready?” you asked, an playful grin on your face.

— syzoth smiled. everyone was going to hear your music now. he was going to make sure of it.

#syzoth #syzoth x reader #mk reptile #syzoth x you #reptile x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat headcanons

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dungeon-meshi-tournament · 4 months

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Once again, it is time for a funny comments post for the tournament that just wrapped up. Here's the in my opinion funniest replies, tags, and reblog comments that I got in response to the Best Dancer or Musician in the Dungeon Tournament, sorted by the poll they were left on.

Golems vs Familiars (round 1) Look at them mfs, dancin the robot

Mithrun & Pattadol vs Fleki & Lycion (round 1) FLING THAT BEAST LYCION

Mickbell & Kuro vs Kabru & Rin (round 2) come on now how can you NOT vote for the breakdancing doggy rin looks so scared fjdjskfn she just kicked out kabru’s leg and they are about to topple. meanwhile mickbell is about do a sick spin out of that single handstand

Mandrake vs Laios & Falin (round 2) Laios is freakin’ it nothing style Omg Laois is struggling. Falin is grooving and he's like 'how are you doing that with your body?' The diffent autism experiences ♥

Senshi vs Dia (round 2) Senshi may not be dancing be he is serving

Namari, Kaka & Kiki vs Chilchuck (round 2) why he getting jiggy with it THEYRE TORTURING NAMARI GO WHITE BOY GO * namari is too horny to dance properly. her ass is NOT on beat. shes gwetting distracted this one is difficult. on one hand chilchuk breaking it down divorced dad style. on the other leg. well… dwarf girl is getting to look at long leg

Golems vs Laios & Falin (quarter finals) the three golemns are schmoving

Fleki & Lycion vs Hien & Benichidori (quarter finals) Sorry I got distracted by legs what was the question again?

Marcille & Dungeon rabbit vs Laios & Falin (semi-finals) come on guys. we're really voting for the woman puppeting a rabbit corpse over two siblings having the time of their lives together? Yes.

Marcille & Dungeon rabbit vs Chilchuck (finale) the 'my wife left me' dance this man deffinitely embarrasses his daughters with his dancing look. we know she can't dance. and that's okay 😌

Laios & Falin vs Fleki & Lycion (battle for the bronze) Yeet

* More than one person left this exact comment on multiple polls Chilchuck was in, as well as the winner announcement.

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi spoilers #best dancer or musician in the dungeon tournament

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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kitchen dancing

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: soft domestic bliss, dancing around in your kitchen, and Jake watching fondly before joining in.

wc: 625

a/n: I love soft dad!jake. It warms my lil heart!

Something that people didn’t know about Jake was that he loved to make playlists for you. It was sweet and a nice little surprise to find a new one while he was deployed. You hummed as your earbuds blinked on, the sounds of your empty home faded and you pressed the playlist entitled: kitchen.

You instantly smiled at the upbeat song and turned on your oven and grabbed mixing bowls from the white-colored cabinets. It was nearly impossible to fight off the happy feeling as you grabbed more things off the counter, your head bobbing along to the song. Oh God if your husband could see you, he'd never stop teasing you.

You danced across your kitchen to the pantry, humming as you read the label and making a mental shopping list for next week before walking back over. Shifting on your feet as the chorus came in, hips softly swaying side to side.

Your headphones were doing their job, you didn’t hear the front door open and a duffle bag hit the ground. “It’s quiet,” Jake murmured to the boy in his arms. “Mommy must be asleep.” He toed off his shoes and looked around the corner, his heart fluttering as he saw you dance happily in your kitchen.

He never told you he made that playlist composed of all the songs he caught you dancing to over the years you’d been together. Luke giggled at you and put his head in the crook of Jake's neck. It made Jake laugh too, “You’d never know she has an air-to-air kill under her belt,” he chuckled to himself.

“What?” the three year old asked.

“Nothin’, buddy. Your mommy is just silly,” he said, creeping into the kitchen. He placed his hand on the small of your back and smiled as you jumped from the contact.

“Jesus!” you cursed as you whipped around, taking out one of your earbuds and putting it on the counter. “You scared me,” you huffed playfully.

“You’d scare the neighbors with that dancin’, baby,” he teased. Luke got restless in his arm, he started to bounce with a deep set frown. You happily took him in your arms and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Well we all can’t be like you, footloose,” you teased back, leaning back on the counter. A sly grin appeared on your face as your chin tilted upward to meet his pretty green eyes. “And don’t act like you don’t dance around the living room to The Muppet Babies with him,” you taunt. Hangman’s cocky smile fell instantly as Luke giggled like he was on your side.

“Alright, alright,” Jake playfully gruffed and sat the boy on his feet, “go pick us out something to watch, bud.” Luke nodded eagerly and ran towards the living room, snagging a cookie from the jar on his way out.

Jake turned his attention to you and picked up your ear bud off the counter, wiping it on his shirt before placing it in his ear. He wrapped his arms around you and walked you to the counter, picking up your phone and looking through the songs he picked. You smiled at the slow song that was coming through one of your ears. Wrapping your arms around his neck he slowly started to sway you side to side.

He gently put his forehead on yours, humming along to the song. “I like when you dance around the kitchen,” he told you warmly. You nodded and looked up, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips.

“And I like when you dance to The Muppet Babies with our baby.”

“Who looks worse?”

“You,” the two of you said in unison before you looked at one another feigning surprise.

#jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x fem!reader #jake seresin imagine #hangman x reader #hangman imagine #top gun maverick

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Chapter 2: Hell is Forever

As Charlie left to take the phone call with her dad, Angel looked over at Vaggie, [Y/N] and Alastor.

"Hey, I have a question. If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?" Angel asked.

"Oh, trust me," Alastor smiled menacingly. "I can." Alastor said. Dark Magic swirled around his closed hand.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Husk asked. Everyone looked over at the winged cat demon behind the bar. "You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcing me?" Husk asked. He wasn't mad at [Y/N]. Despite being upset with their father, Husk actually liked [Y/N]. He thought they were a good kid, despite knowing their secret. As Husk was cleaning a bottle, Niffty popped up from behind the counter.

"I like being forced." She said, and smiled.

"Keep that to yourself, Nif." Husk said, glaring at the smaller woman.

"What? You don't love being here with me, Whiskers?" Angel Dust teased. Husk glared at Angel.

"Call me Whiskers again and I'll jam that bottle down your throat!" Husk shouted, a cat like growl coming from him. Angel smiled.

"Kinky~ Come on, keep talking dirty." Angel said, smirking. Vaggie sighed.

"Angel. Let Husk do his job. And, no, we can't force sinners to stay here." Vaggie said. [Y/N] nodded and looked at the Spider Demon.

"Vaggie's right, Angel. They need to choose to stay here." They said. Angel shrugged.

"I'm choosing to be here and I think it's all stupid. We're in hell, toots. That's kind of the end of the road, ain't it?" Angel asked. Vaggie sighed again.

"Well, Maybe it doesn't have to be. Just because nobody has made it out before doesn't mean it's not possible." She said. [Y/N] nodded. Angel placed a hand on Vaggie's shoulder, giving her a deadpan expression.

"Hey, whatever means I can keep crashing here rent-free. Crack is expensive." Angel said. Charlie was still talking to her dad on the phone. She nodded excitedly.

"Yeah, I can totally, yeah. I'll head over there right away. Okay?" Charlie said, and hung up. She let out an excited gasp. "Yes…YES!" She giggled in excitement and leaned out in front of the wall. She called over to Vaggie. "Vaggie! Holy, shit!" In her excitement, it sounded like gibberish. Vaggie's eye widened in surprise.

"Ah! what?" She asked. Charlie waved over at her girlfriend.

"Get over here!" She mumbled excitedly. Vaggie sighed, a happy smile on her face. She walked over to Charlie.

"What's going on?" Vaggie asked. Charlie took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

"My dad just called, he said that the leader of the Angel Army wants to meet. He asked if I could go instead." Charlie said excitedly. Vaggie placed her hands on Charlie's shoulders, trying to calm her down.

"But-but, the extermination just happened. What could they want this soon after-" She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence as Charlie suddenly started singing.

"I can do this! Somehow, I know it!"

"I'll get Heaven behind my plans!"

Vaggie sighed.

"Charlie, hold on..."

"There's just no way I could blow it."

"Not this once-in-a-lifetime chance!"

"It's just a meeting." Vaggie said, trying to calm her girlfriend down.

"To change their minds

"And touch their hearts

"Or... whatever angels have!"

Vaggie sighed.

"This could be bad..." She said. Charlie walked over to Vaggie and grabbed her hands. Charlie smiled.

"Cheer up, Vaggie!"

"This could be swell!"

"Something tells me that today will be a happy day in Hell!"

Vaggie sighed.

"Okay, but just don't... sing to them." Vaggie said. Angel, Niffty, Alastor, Keekee and [Y/N] all watched as Charlie bounded out the hotel doors into the partially destroyed Pentagram City.

"That bitch is halfway down the street!" Angel said, smirking. Vaggie sighed.

"Is she—?"

Angel smirked and nodded.

"Oh, she's dancin'!" Angel said. Vaggie groaned.

"Ugh, no!"

Charlie made her way down the streets, oblivious to the destruction and dead bodies of demons everywhere as she continued to sing.

"There's a warm, fuzzy feeling.

That wafts through the air."

"Every street so revealing. It's hard not to stare!"

She came to a window of a sex dungeon where a Hellhound was humping against an imp, wearing a sadomasochism mask. The two looked at the girl and she awkwardly walked away from the scene, continuing her song.

"It's a realm so appealing it beats anywhеre.

If you don't mind the smell..."

Charlie accidentally stepped on a dead shark demon that was releasing a fume, making Charlie hold her nose in disgust. She avoided the corpse and continued on.

"It's a happy day in Hell!"

Charlie waved at a demon who was holding a newspaper, however, it was revealed that he had a spoon full of meth.

"Hi, mister!" Charlie said gleefully.

"Go fuck yourself!" The demon shouted. Charlie gave a tight lipped smile and continued on. Another demon opened his window, showing a fire behind him.

"There's an endless trash fire that's burning my soul." The demon sang.

Charlie continued to greet each demon she came across.

"And a ton of barbed wire to shove in his holes!"

"Doing what is required, we all have our role."

"I'm not doin' well!"

"Another shitty day in Hell!"

Charlie climbed up onto the trunk of a destroyed car and faced the other direction from the demons.

"If I can show them the dream I've dreamed.

That any soul can change!"

From the Hazbin Hotel, Vaggie climbed into the watchtower, as if calling out to her girlfriend.

("Those angels' minds are hard to change.")

"Then they will know everyone can be redeemed.

From the evil to the strange!"

("They're bloodthirsty and deranged!")

"I can hear all their stories.

The lost and displaced."

"And I know that they're more of an acquired taste.

But! if I open the door and I give them a place.

At my Hazbin Hotel. It'll be a happy day in Hell!"

A truck drove by, and Charlie hitched a ride from the back to get around the city. She passed porn studios and Cannibal Town.

"From the porn studio.

Where the cinephiles go.

To watch award-winning demon bukkake shows!"

"To the Cannibal Town. Where they don't wear a frown 'cause," Charlie got hit in the eye with the blood from one of the corpses the cannibals were feeding on. "Holy shit! Ew, my gosh! WHY?!" Charlie frowned in disgust. Her frown then turned to a smile.

"And I don't give a crow that. His brain's got in my eye!

Cause with the Shifters gone, I know I can spare them. From Heaven's genocide!"

"I can do this, I just know it!"

"I'll get Heaven behind my plans!

There's just no way I could blow it."

"Not this once-in-a-lifetime chance!

To change their minds."

Right then, a slug demon with a trench coat appeared in front of Charlie, exposing his nude body to her, which freaked her out.

"And touch my parts!"

Charlie smiled awkwardly and with disgust.

"Uh... No thank you. I'm just gonna...

Fulfill my destiny!"

The demon rolled his eyes and pulled his trench coat over his body again. "Your loss, bitch!"

"I can already tell!

Today is gonna bе a fuckin' happy day in Hell!"

~~~~

[Y/N] sighed, a guilty look on their face. They walked into their room and walked over to their window, overlooking Pentagram City. They wrapped their arms around them, and sighed again. There was a sound of a whisper behind them. They already knew that their father was in the room with them.

"[Y/N]? What troubles you?" Alastor asked, walking over and placing his hand on his child's shoulder. [Y/N] sighed and leaned their head against Alastor's chest in comfort.

"I'm, debating whether or not I should tell the others what I am. About me being a Shifter." [Y/N] said. Alastor hummed.

"Well, it is ultimately your choice, my dear." Alastor said. [Y/N] nodded.

"I know that. But, what if they get mad at me for not telling them? I mean, Shifters were the only species of Hell Born that could actually kill an angel." They said. Alastor hummed.

"Well, put yourself in their shoes for a moment. Suppose that the child of the Radio Demon told you that they were a Shifter. How would you react?" Alastor asked. [Y/N] shrugged.

"I dunno. I guess I would be upset for a while, considering I thought that all the Shifters were dead. But, after they explained that they were the last Shifter and couldn't possibly defend all of Hell from the Exorcists, then I might be a little bit more understanding." [Y/N] said. Alastor nodded, and smiled gently down at his child.

"Well, there you go. They might get upset, sure. But, I'm sure coming out with the truth would be better for them, and for you." Alastor said. [Y/N] sighed and nodded.

"Maybe. Can, can I ask something of you, dad?" [Y/N] asked, looking up at their father. Alastor nodded.

"Anything, my dear." Alastor said.

"If and when I do tell them, would you be there with me? Just in case things turn south?" [Y/N] asked. Alastor smiled.

"I promise I will always be there for you, my dear." Alastor said, pressing a kiss to [Y/N]'s head. [Y/N] smiled and wrapped their arms around Alastor's waist in a hug, the Radio Demon returning it, resting his head on their own.

"Thanks dad."

~~~~~~

Charlie walked up to the Heaven Embassy, where she was going to meet the leaders of the Extermination Army. She pushed open the door.

"Hello?" Charlie called out, her voice echoed in the empty hall. She walked through and found the Embassy to be completely deserted. "Hello? Creepy." Charlie commented. Her footsteps echoed through out the hall.

Charlie came to the front desk. No one was there. The only thing there was a bell to ring. She tapped the bell. In an instant, a golden scroll and a feather pen appeared before her. "Oh, okay. Also creepy." She said and signed her name. The scroll and feather disappeared. To her right, a set of twin doors slid open, showin Charlie an empty meeting room. She cautiously walked inside.

"Uh...hello? Is anyone here?" Charlie called. Suddenly, the lights switched on, revealing two Angels. One of them was dressed in black and gray armor. The other, dressed in a white robe with gold accents. What was interesting, was that both Angels had masks with what looked like demon horns on them. The angels were Lute, the lieutenant of the Extermination Army, and Adam, the leader.

"'Sup!" Adam greeted, surprising Charlie.

"Holy, shit!" Charlie shouted, surprised by their sudden appearance. She quickly got back up and smiled. "Hi, I'm Charlie. My dad asked me if I could meet you." Charlie said. Adam nodded, seeming uninterested with what she had to say.

"Yeah, I know." He said. He had a plate of ribs sitting before him, eating them casually. Charlie chuckled awkwardly.

"Okay, well, it's nice to meet you." Charlie said, reaching her hand out. Adam smiled at her and reached his had out as well.

"Totally. It's nice to meet you, too." He said. Charlie reached for his hand, but it suddenly slipped through, scaring Charlie. It was revealed that Adam was just a hologram. Adam burst out laughing. "Ha! I fucking got you. Did you see that?" He asked, turning to Lute, who just nodded. Adam laughed again and leaned back in his seat. "Ha. Good shit." Adam said. Charlie narrowed her eyes.

"Uh...so, wait. You aren't here?" Charlie asked. Adam scoffed.

"No, you think I'd come down there?" He laughed in a condescending way. "No, I mean, I love the vibe, totally, I love your tunes. Pretty fucking hardcore, don't get me wrong. But! it's such a bummer! man. Everything down there's just so "eugh", ya know?" He chuckled again. "Ew." He shook his head. Charlie smiled awkwardly.

"Right. So, I'm happy we've got this opportunity to meet. There's a project that I've been working on that I really want to talk to you about-"

Adam put his finger to Charlie's lips, silencing her for a moment.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, slow down. We've got time. How about we get to know each other a little, hmm? How about lunch? You hungry? I got you." Adam said. He took the plate of ribs he had been eating and handed it towards Charlie. "Here's my personal favorite. You'll love it." Adam said.

"Uh...thanks." Charlie said. She reached for it, completely forgetting that it was a hologram. Her hand went through it again, freaking Charlie out again. Adam let out a bark of laughter.

"I got you again, bitch! Fuckin' hilarious!" Adam said, laughing. Charlie chuckled, unamused. This was going to be a long meeting.

~~~~

Back at the hotel, Vaggie was walking back and forth in the lobby. [Y/N] and the others were sitting in various chairs and couches. Angel Dust was constantly looking at Husk and winking, while Husk was glaring daggers at him. Vaggie sighed.

"Okay, so, Charlie is dealing with something very important, so while she's gone, we are making a new commercial. One that represents her vision and what we're doing here. So, we need a camera." Vaggie said. She looked over at Alastor. "Alastor?" She requested. Alastor snapped his fingers and conjured up a camera for Vaggie, however, the camera was a folding-type old camera from the 1930s with no recording films at that time. Vaggie glanced at him, unamused. "A video camera?" She requested.

"Hmmm." Alastor hummed in distaste and snapped his fingers again. A modern day video camera appeared in Vaggie's hands, replacing the older looking model. Vaggie smiled. "Alright! Let's do this!" She said excitedly. [Y/N] was watching behind Vaggie as she was recording Husk and Angel at the bar.

"And, action!" [Y/N] called. Husk was looking down at the script he had, reading right from it with the script in his face.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Can I help with anything?" Husk read, looking up at Angel, who was sitting at one of the stools. Angel smiled and winked at Husk.

"I've been a bad boy, and I need a big, strong daddy to put me in my place…on the path to redemption!" Angel said. Husk groaned in distaste. [Y/N] cringed lightly at the scene. Husk looked down at the script again.

"Well, you come..." He was interrupted by Angel moaning.

"Oh yes!" He cried out.

"To the right place." Husk finished, not looking amused. [Y/N] sighed and pinched the bridge of their nose.

"Cut! Okay, Angel, we need you to be less horny if possible, and Husk, can you maybe not have a script in front of your face." [Y/N] requested. Husk looked over at [Y/N] angrily.

"I ain't no actor! I can't memorize this shit!" He shouted, smacking the script. Angel leaned over the bar, smiling seductively.

"Well, we could improv this shit, baby cakes," he got closer to Husk and purred seductively. "Rrawwr."

Husk growled and shoved Angel off the counter, making the porn star fall onto the floor. Husk shrugged.

"Whoops." He said, and grabbed a bottle of alcohol and began drinking from it. Vaggie sighed.

"Husk, come on." She demanded.

~~~~~

Back with Charlie, she was being bored to death by what Adam was telling her about his weekend.

"So, I was playin' this gig, and for some fuckin' reason, this virtue chick was diggin' on the drummer, and it's like, "do you know who I am? I'm fuckin' Adam. I'm the original dick!" He complained, pointing to his nether regions. "All dicks descend from me. You think you want drummer dick?" He asked, looking to Lute, who shook her head. Adam nodded. "No way! I'm the Dick-fuckin' master!" He shouted. He then ate a rib, speaking with his mouth full. "So, anyway, then we fucked, and it was awesome. What'd you do this weekend?" He asked, looking at Charlie. Charlie sat up straight in surprise.

"Wait, your name is Adam? Like the first man Adam, that means you…Oh…." Charlie put two and two together, realizing just why her mother had left Adam in the first place. "That explains so much." She said, wincing. Adam smirked.

"I know. I fucking rock." He held up his hand in a rock pose. Charlie cleared her throat and got back to the matter at hand.

"Well, Adam, sir. Mr. Adam, sir." Charlie said awkwardly. Adam smirked.

"Call me, Dickmaster." Adam said. Charlie gave him a deadpan look.

"Adam. You seem like a smart, well, stand up guy!" Charlie said, trying to appeal to his ego. Adam picked at his teeth, clearly uninterested.

"Uh-huh." He said.

"And I know you are the leader of the angels. And you are a big thinker, a revolutionary. You and your Executioners killed an entire race of Shifters! You're, well, a, a genius!" She said. Though she hated talking about how he killed the only beings that could protect her people, she had to get him on her side. Adam scoffed.

"I mean, your words, babe." Adam said, smiling. Charlie smiled.

"Who would really love to put his name on something." Charlie said. Adam sat up, a big smile on his face.

"Fucking love putting my name on shit! Shit's the best!" He shouted. Charlie smiled.

"It's a solution to our biggest problem!" She said, thinking that she was finally getting somewhere with him. Adam's eyes widened.

"Oh, Herpes. Yeah, that's a bitch." He said. Charlie groaned lightly.

"No! Our... other biggest problem." She said. At this point, Adam was just messing with her.

"Oh…uh..ugly people? Math? Global Warming? Nah, wait, that's Earth's problem." Adam said, listing off all the "problems" that they shared in common. Charlie stared at him, unamused.

~~~~

//I'm going to go ahead and skip a few scenes cause I feel like this is getting really long.//

"When you take her out for the fifth time and she still expects you to pay the check but you're like, Hey, I thought you wanted equality." Adam complained. Charlie groaned, getting fed up with Adam and his ego.

"NO! our shared problem of overpopulation in Hell!" Charlie shouted. Adam's eyes widened in realization.

"Ohh, well that's not a problem! We got that covered!" Adam said. He turned to Lute. "Lute, how many demons did you kill this year?" He asked.

"Got a good 275 this year, sir." Lute said, talking as if it was some ground breaking record. Adam's eye brows rose.

"275? Woah! Badass! Awesome job, danger tits! Pound it." Adam raised his fist for Lute, who gave him a fist bump. Charlie frowned.

"Uh no, not awesome. Those are my people, you know that right?" Charlie asked. Adam looked at her and nodded.

"Oh yeah. That must suck for you!" Adam shouted, bursting into laughter. Charlie frowned. She didn't understand how Adam and Lute could care so little about the souls in Hell.

"But these are souls...Humans souls just the same as the ones you have up in heaven." She said. Lute frowned at Charlie.

"They're not the same. They had their chance and they earned damnation." Lute said coldly. Charlie shook her head.

"You're wrong. Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes." Charlie said. Lute narrowed her eyes at Charlie.

"Angels don't make mistakes." She said. Charlie rose her eyebrow in challenge.

"You really think that."

"I know that." Lute said. Adam smirked and nodded.

"Yeah, I've never made a mistake in my fuckin' life." Adam said. He chuckled. "If anything, you should be thanking us." He said. Charlie frowned.

"Thanking you?" She asked. Adam nodded.

"Uh, fuck yeah! We got rid of the very beings that were allowing the over population in Hell to begin with!" He said, referring to the Shifters. Lute walked around the table towards Charlie.

"The only reason you're still here is because daddy gave you and your hell born kind a pardon from an exorcist blade. How does that feel, to know how little you matter?" Lute asked. Charlie looked down, frowning in sadness. Adam perked up.

"Oops, almost out of time. Guess we should get into it." He said. Charlie's eyes widened.

"Oh fuck!" She shouted. She rushed to present her plan as fast as she could. "Okay I've got a lot to get through and not a lot of time and I feel like you weren't hearing me before so here it goes." She cleared her throat and started talking at a fast speed to get through everything. Which eventually turned into singing.

"I know Hell's population is out of control.

It's a bad situation.

It's taking a toll."

"If we rehab these Sinners.

And cleanse all their souls.

At my Hazbin Hotel,"

"Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself!" She shouted. She quickly picked up a drawing of the Extermination Angels flying down to Hell.

"Right, Extermination." She said.

"I know you guys fly down.

Just to kill once a year."

"And it must be annoying.

To schlep all the way here."

"If they join you in Heaven.

"That trip disappears!

You can wave that chore farewell." She took a deep breath.

"It'll be a happy day in..."

She was cut off by Adam.

"Let me stop you right there." Adam began singing. Charlie stopped.

"Oh."

"Save us all precious time."

"Okay..." Charlie hesitated.

"If what you're suggesting.

Is letting them climb.

Up the ladder.

Oh, they'd rather cross the Pearly Gates?"

"Well, uh—" Charlie started, but was stopped by Adam.

"Sorry, sweetie. But there's no defyin' their fates!"

"'Cause Hell is forever.

Whether you like it or not.

Had their chance to behave better.

Now they boil in the pot.

'Cause the rules are black and white.

There's no use in tryin' to fight it. ♫

They're burnin' for their lives.

Until we kill 'em again!"

"Okay, but.."

Adam smiled down at Charlie.

"Just try to chillax, babe.

You're wasting your breath."

Charlie chuckled awakwardly.

"Did I hear you imply.

That they don't deserve death?"

"Are they Winners?

Are they Sinners?

Without the Shifters

It's cut and dry."

"Well, actually, if you take a look..."

"Fair is fair, an eye for an eye, yeah!"

"And when all's said and done,

There's the question of fun.

And for those of us with Divine Ordainment.

Extermination is entertainment!"

"Bow-now-now-nownow

Guitar solo, fuck yeah!"

"Oh, da-ah-ah now-now-n-now-n-now-n-now-n-nownownow!"

"Hell is forever.

Whether you like it or not."

"Had their chance to behave better.

Now they boil in the pot."

"'Cause the rules are black and white.

There's no use in tryin' to fight it.

They're burnin' for their lives.

Until we kill 'em again!"

"Fuckin' Hell's forever.

And it's meant to suck a lot.

So give up your dumb endeavor.

'Cause you don't have a shot!"

Charlie growled in anger. Her demon form coming out as she burned some of the papers she was holding.

"Long as I've got your attention.

I guess I should probably mention.

That we made the determination.

To move up the next Extermination!"

Charlie's demon form faded away as her eyes widened in horror.

"What?!" She shouted.

"Can't wait a whole year.

To slaughter those little cunts.

I know it's just been a week.

But we'll be back in six months!" Despite being a hologram, Adam grabbed Charlie by the wrist and threw her out the door. Charlie tried to rush back to the door.

"Um, wait, you-you..ugh SHIT!" She shouted, slamming her fist onto the door.

~~~~

//Whew! This is a LONG one. I apologize for that. Let me know if you like it being long, or if I should cut it down.//

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Stranger Things Masterlist

Request are open closed until I've done the ones sitting in my askbox | prompt lists Let me know if you want to be on one of my taglists: Eddie x Reader | Promises-Series (Eddie x Reader) | Steddie | Steve Harrington x Reader 💚

Steddie | Steve x Eddie

Take Me Home Tonight | fluff, first date/kiss, mutual pining,

Dancing on My Own | smut (18+ minors dni), idiots in love

Who'll Stop the Rain | angst with happy ending, hurt comfort, Steve with ptsd and partial loss of hearing | Request by @dreamsoffilm

Memories Behind Glass | set in ISYTC universe,Christmas fluff, established relationship

Pancakes for Dinner | heavy angst, fluff, love confessions, idiots in love

Home Is Where the Heart Is | established relationship, hoh Steve,rockstar!eddie, Hawkins 2001,Eddie is suddenly a Dad

Eddie Munson x Reader

Happy Birthday, Princess | pure fluff

Love and Music | fluff, bit of angst (Request from @ghosttownwherenoonegoes )

Gods a fucking Nerd | fluff, sexual tension, asshole ex mentioned

Pillows and Snacks | pure fluff

I'll Speak with My Eyes | smut (18+), Follow-up to God's a fucking Nerd

Latching on to You | Request, fluff, angst, post S3,protective Eddie

Follow Your Dreams, They Know the Way | Request, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end,pregnant reader, break-up

Broken Strings | Request, angst, hurt/comfort, domestic abuse, mentioned child abuse, violence, scars, fluff in the end

I'll Be Your Harbour | Request by @ghosttownwherenoonegoes | angst, animal cruelty (mentioned), crying, hurt/comfort

I've Got Two Tickets to Iron Maiden | Request, angst, hurt/comfort, signs of a panic attack, big crowds, best friends/idiots to lovers

Wanna Be Somebody to Someone | Angst, hurt/comfort,mentions of blood and bullying, Jason & Eddie fight

Go Your Own Way | Request, fluff, maybe a bit of angst, bit of mutual pining, absent mother, Bauman!Reader

Kiss You Inside Out | smut (18+), falling in love

Christmas Cookies | Wayne Munson, fluff, Christmas time

The Stars Remind Me of You | fluff, Hopper!Reader, fake-dating, falling in love | @loveronlineee 's 10 followers celebration

You're Insecure, Don't Know What for | reader with vitiligo, fluff, angst, insecurities,flirting | request by @apolixyan

Be Scared and Do It Anyway | fluff, flirting watching scary movies | request by @amzngdevil

Touch the Rain | pure fluff, kissing in the rain

Dancin' in the Dark | Eddie takes you to prom, fluff, slight suggestive sentences

Falling to Pieces | cptbs, panic attack,child abuse,angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort | request by anonymous

You Got Me Burnin' Up | smut (18+), oral, vaginal sex, esptablished relationship

Help! I Need Somebody | fluff, getting to know each other, helping Eddie witht he HFC logo | Request by @hacker-ghost

Looking up for My Stargirl | fluff, Rockstar!Eddie, belive in fate

I Call It Flirting | angst to fluff, enemies to lovers, broken nose, blood | Request by anonymous

I'll Keep You Warm | angst to smut (18+),enemies to lovers, soft dom Eddie | Request by anonymous

Obviously, She's Out Of My League | slightly perv Eddie, bit of angst, bit of fluff | Request by anonymous

PART 1: Hello Neighbour | shameless smut (18+), perv reader, masturbation, voyeurism PART 2: There's No One Like You | shameless smut (18+), mutual masturbation, voyeurism, vaginal sex PART 3: Rock You Like a Hurricane | shameless smut (18+),shower sex, breast fucking, unprotected sex

Lips Like Honey | fluff, slightly suggestive | Request by anonymous

Hot for Teacher | fluff, bit of angst, mutual pining, teacher-student | Request by anonymous

With you, anything is possible | pregnancy scare, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff | request by anonymous

Trailer Park Trash | angst with happy ending, hurt/comfort, insecure Eddie | Request by @hacker-ghost

Personal Problem | smut (18+), mutual masturbation, use of a vibrator, dirty talk | for Spookinktober by @sparklingsin

Always Have, Always Will | soft smut (18+), friends to enemies to lovers, best friend Eddie, domestic Eddie, fluff, angst, hurt comfort, happy ending, | request by anonymous

Christmas Traditions | pure fluff, domestic Eddie, German traditions

Let Your Passion Set the Word on Fire | jealous Eddie, kinda one sided enemies to lovers, fluff | Request by Anonymous

It's Written in the Stars | barkeeper Eddie, they were roommates, best friends to lovers, mutual pining,

Single Dad! Eddie x Female Reader Christmas Lights | fluff, domestic stuff,first meeting How to ask someone out | fluff, domestic, asking you out

Promises-Series

Promises Part 1 | fluff, teenage/kid Eddie Munson, first love/kiss

Part 2: Should I Stay or Should I Go | fluff, lots of angst, reunion

Part 3: Rainbow in the Dark | angst, hurt/comfort, canon-divergence, canonical violence, start of Season 4

Part 4: Holy Diver | angst, a tiny bit of fluss, domesticity,canon divergence (we're in Season 4), canonical violence

Part 5: Bat out of Hell | major angst, blood, injuries, canon divergence (Season 4 Vol. 2)

Part 6: Don't You (Forget About Me) | major angst, blod, canon divergence, everybody lives

Drabbles in this Universe: 1980: Look! Fireflies!

Steve Harrington x Reader

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now | fluff, best friends to lovers, idiots in love, love confession

Love Is Easy | fluff, love confessions,mentions of ptsd, nightmares and panic attacks | Request by anonymous

Just Take My Hand | established relationship, talks of depression, angst, fluff, sweet and caring Steve, gn!reader | Request by Anonymous

Sweet Temptations | Baker!Steve, fluff, making out, sexual tension, mutual pining, Robin's college roommate best friend | Request by anonymous

Other Three Little Words | Eddie x Chrissy SMUT requested by @borhapgirlforlife19

Married Life | Eddie x Chrissy, fluff, pregnancy, | request by @borhapgirlforlife19

Unnamed | Joe Keery's little sister Jamie, on set, platonic friend Dacre, nausea, undereating | Request by @allyspencer

#staffi writes #for organisational purpose #stranger things #eddie munson

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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🧡Oh hey there!🧡

Welcome to ✨my blog✨. I'm Rae and I'm just trying my best here. My main topic here is Steddie and Stranger Things all around. I have completely spiraled and hyper fixated on it since Volume 1, and it's been consuming my brain ever since. This post is mainly to say hi!, let you know a few things and give you access to my main posts.

Let this be known as a safe space (especially for the LGBTQ+ community) and I will not tolerate hate. This is a place for kindness and creativity.

I love making friends so feel free to message me, or send me prompts! 🥰

Some of my writing does involve mature themes, so keep that in mind while scrolling. I am 24, and despite feeling like I'm stuck at 16 some days, I am an adult. So please proceed with caution when necessary. I will try my best to properly tag things.

If you want to check out my work on ao3, which has a mix of stuff from tumblr and new stuff, you can click here.

Here is the masterlist of my fics so far! *updated 7/26/23 completely, in process of update 4/26/24

Series:

Father Figures (completed and available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) 🐝･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･✦ʚɞ (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3

pt. 4

Tattooed Steve (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

The Long Con (ongoing) (available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

Sibling Adventures of El and Steve (ongoing)

(still steddie heavy, and can be read stand-alone, not majorly connected)

Dad's going to be angry

Sleep Demon

Quality Time

more el and steve

✧˖°.AO3 FICS✧˖°.

Craved Oblivion Series (Hunger Games AU) *ongoing*

A Martyr's Lullaby *completed*

tbd

Better Late than Never (Just Don't Make Me Wait Forever)

But You'll Have This Place to Call Home, Always

Father Figures

The Long Con *ongoing*

Huggin' and a-kissin', dancin' and a-lovin'

One Shots:

Say "I love you" before you go

Father's Day

Good Morning

Is This Okay?

First Kiss

“You Hurt Me” (real title pending)

Take the Crisis Back

Emergency Kiss

Deja Vu

Drugs are Kicking in

Eavesdropping

Placeholders

Celebrate Softly

After the Beep

Track 7

Birthday Parties and Secret Signals

(these are more popular ones/or really recent ones I have too many to list! There are plenty more in my blog if you’re curious. Most should be tagged with #mywriting or #writingprompts)

I also have plenty of writing prompts, as my brain runs a mile a minute, and I adore it when people feel inspired by my writing so feel free to explore.

I hope you enjoy! Get comfy and stay awhile :)

Things I would like to note: Homophobia, Transphobia, Sexism, Racism, etc. are absolutely not tolerated here. As stated earlier the idea is to create a safe space for everyone. If I or anyone that interacts with my blog upsets you, please don't feel shy to message me. My asks (with anon) and messages are open, even if it's just to chat (also keep in mind once again I am an adult). Don't bully the children either, they are just trying their best. Please and thank you. 💖

#be safe and kind #welcome to the blog #steddie #stranger things #my blog

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frogskelton · 5 months

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Part one of the scooby doo x team chris is rlly hot (split into parts to check if there is much of a audience and if i type it up and refine all of what u got, im never getting it done)

Part 1 -

“Come on gang,” Alejandro sour mood subtly coming through his tried charismatic voice. “Let’s go,” sounding like all his energy had been drained

“Sure, now what happenied to that charismatic eel, show some energy.” Noah mocked, showing some glee in his tone, while Alejandro gave him minor stink eye.

“Aah guys, I’m so excited!” Owen wrapped his arms around the two. “It was so nice of your dad to let us come to his fancy party, I totally thought he hated our guts, you know you used to.”

“Yeah used to right?” Noah quietly quiped inquirer if at Alejandro.

“Yeah man! I’m gonna show all your family how cool I am, then I’m sure they’ll love me!” Tyler said shoulder excitedly poked up, stunning with his hands.

“Been trying for 17 years, but go right ahead,” Alejandro muttered to himself in Spanish, with only Noah quickly having any clue of what he was saying.

“What was that?” Tyler questioned with puppy dog eyes, tilting his head, with some concern about Alejandro’s uncharacteristically more open sourness. But that concern was overshadowed by the absulute excitement of being invited to what had to be one of the fanciest parties ever, by complete surprise.

“Oh nothing, nothing, just don’t get too excited it’s gonna be a- err- a lot different … to what you’re useddd to.” Alejandro said, trying to turn the charm back on to cover up his distain for everything here.

“Well if you ignore that passive agressiveness, even I think tonight should be pretty alright.” Noah surprisingly said not grumbling.

The sun have almost set in the empty parking lot of the old downtown supermarket, closed down a few years ago but rubbish still plagued the streets. As they messed around by the graffiti covered street lamps, Tyler and Owen swinging round in each other’s arm, and Izzy barking, climbing and riding round in the desolate shopping trolleys. Alejandro leaned against the van, distant from the others, giving himself a moment before driving, staring up at the sky, roudy gleeful, but friendly noises sounding from behind, praying tonight wouldn’t go horridly. Noah appeared next to him, nudging him attempted to check up on him, without being able to say the words. Alejandro looked over at him for a second and back up, before getting ready to drive up to his family’s party.

The drive up the lavish and extensive driveway, it seemed as though it kept dragging on, kept going and going, each perfectly groomed tree felt like they towered over the van. While excitement blared from the back of the back of the van. The gloomy, long driveway and the sound of the wheels, seemed to drown all that out, as Alejandro was left to his corner of the only him and the drive through. Staring at the driveway, as it kept crawling on.

Pulling into the park, Tyler kept on out of the van, leaping straight into the gravel before the van had even stopped moving. “Owwww” he groaned, before pulling himself up, spiting dirt out of his mouth. Next out was Owen then Noah,

“I’m not sure what to do with Izzy,” Owen said looking at the sleeping dog, knowing the second she woke up the walls would turn inside out the roof would be raised. “I want my little other little buddy to get plenty of sleep, but we can’t just leave her in there.”

“I fear we might unleash we dare wake her up” Noah quietly quiped.

“Yeah she can be a bit hyper too hyper, and Al told us to not too be loud or anything, I’ll just give her the keys” Owen said, placing the key next to her scrolling down the window a bit.

“It’s a party you’re meant to have some energy” Tyler said dancin round on the spot, drumming his hands on his legs.

“This is a bit of a dif-“

“Where’s Al?” Noah started before being abruptly cut off by Owen.

“Huh, oh I think he’s still in the car, don’t worry I’ll get him” Tyler said trying to calm himself down before talking to Alejandro, to prevent him from getting irritated at Tyler’s energy.

Alejandro stared at the wheel, everything seemingly fading away, noise scraping his ears, but becoming indistinguishable from the other noises. Tyler knocked on the window, “Hey man, you are doing alright? If you’re like over stimulated or something I think saw your noise cancelling headphones in the back there.”

Tyler’s voice snapped him back to reality.

“I’m… im fine,” Alejandro quietly responded before leaving the mystery machine one hand clutching his other arm and some feeling of nausea caused by stress.

“You sure man? You seem like you’ll need it.” Tyler said rubbing Alejandro’s arm.

“I’M FINE.” Alejandro snapped,”Besides you can’t just where headphones to a formal event, its just - its - you know.” He grumbled

“Peasant like?” Noah sarcastically quipped ignoring Alejandro’s grizzly mood

“Sure that.”

As they walked through the light of the interior felt blinding like a golden bright lights, overwhelmed their eyes, accustomed to the dark. For Alejandro it was like that sign, that cue that for the mask to turn back on, Swiftly turning on the charm wandering off before the others eyes could adjust to the brightness. Mingling with guest attempting to present himself as inhumanely perfect, like Icarus to sun, was him to his charm.

“Where did he,” Noah muttered to himself, scanning the gorgeous room for Alejandro. But God! It would impossible to fail to notice how incredibly fancy the Burromuerto’s place was. Their fortune really was shown off in the regal like interior (and exterior) design. It appeared so incredibly lavish, though strangely cold and felt more like a palace than a home.

Finally Noah notice him talking to a posh looking lady in a bright red dress and using the charisma to hide that strange uncanniness that woman, that Noah could. It was that uncanniness was the subtle way if seeing it, his fears and anxieties, had that subtle way of showing behind the mask. It takes a long time to learn them and and have any clue of what ge really feels behind that layer of charm.

“Maybe he was right, this doesn’t really feel like a party.” Owen whisper to Tyler who seemed like he turned into a weeping angel.

“Yeah, course man, he’s always right, this feels like some fancy ass school assembly, not a party.” Tyler irritatedly whispered.

“I’m not gonna question what kind of school assembles you went to, but like god, man! I miss Geoff parties all of a sudden.” Owen whisper whined, wincing, while shaking Tyler’s shoulders, while dirty glared were shot across the room.

From their more causal outfits to their more relaxed friendliness, made then stick out like a sore thumb. Those posh face staring with snarling noses and mouths that seemed like they were full of fangs. Walking through, despite the wide open space, something made it all feel like squiring together down a tight corridor.

“Shit, I lost that eel in the crowd, where did he slide off some it.” Noah mumbled

“Ahh, don’t worry. He’s probably just going to say hi Yu his dad or something” Owen responded, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

“Yeah, maybe he’ll go find people who don’t annoy him so bad and who he sees as all smart and perfect like him.” Tyler grumbled, upset shoulders crossed, his frustration felt like it was making him claustrophobic.

“Come on guys, he was probably just having a moment, I’m sure he loves us.” Owen said.

“Really?!” Noah stared like Owen had just claimed he saw some pigs flying.

Attempting to stand tall and proud, while ever noise and every flick felt like a pounding drum right in the ear, trying to shove every bit of shame down and hidden. Charming and mingling with the crowd, anything to make him seem like he was worth being called a Burromuerto. It happened to be a wee bit of rarity for him be told about these kinda events and not just shoed off, since he was considered a black sheep of the family. Like they always saw something off about him, unable to actually achieve that perfect conformity. Why is it an impossible task to be part of your own family.

A boney hand slide onto his shoulder, from a tall dark figure. The figure’s shadow engulfing him.

“I see you’ve met my son,” Alejandro’s father stood behind him, acknowledging him as his son?! And without the usual hint of Shane that permeates his usual voice. He spoke in Spanish in that dignified way that is often used to condescend, but now it felt like a way to elevate him, invite him in. It was a welcome.

“Yes, yes, of cour-“

CRASHHH,

One of the grand windows toppling over the guest, smash with a figure crawling in, as the glass fell outside. Huge, twisted bone, form all hunched covering the window, with sharp joints like it was ready to pounce. Pointed spikey bat like ears, huge wings joint to hideous, dirty, sharp claws and galring eyes red and glowing like a pirates treasure.

“WHAT IN GOD’S NAME?!” Mr Burromuerto cried out at the top of hus lungs, like a performer projecting hus voice for a crowd.

“Noo, why now?!” Alejandro frustratedly whispered to himself, scorning the monster who would dare interupt this.

“Is that?!”

“A Bat man?!” Noah gasped, before Owen concluded with a loud burst.

The monster was no mere thing, toppling over everyone, it’s twisted humanoid body reaching to 8ft.

“Welcome back!” It cackled “Now I’m here to bring you the most exciting, entertaining time of your life.” It yelled out glamming at the crowd.

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gyutaro-shabana-upper6 · 8 months

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Aye your hot wanna chill? ;)

Thanks man! But nah I'm not in the mood to chill right now

I have too much energy to just "chill". I just spent 20 minutes dancin' to rap music. And I broke my dad's chair, please don't tell him.

I always get so hyper around this time, makes me wanna do some crazy shit like I used to.

Like that time I had a lobotomy, or the time I got shot, or even that one time when I went to jail!

#gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #💚 replies

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alloftheimagines · 2 years

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billy hargrove | without you

masterlist | ko-fi

words: 2.7k

warnings: 18+. this fic may be triggering. read with care please.

grieving!billy under vecna's curse, dead!reader, suicidal ideation, mentions of death, blood, violence, injury, references to billy's abusive home life, but a semi-uplifting ending

prompt: Hi I was re-reading your stories on stranger things and I was wondering if you could do some sort of part 2 for gone?

Where Billy gets attacked by Vecna the same way that Max got attacked when she went to the cemetery? Thanks

— can be read as a follow-up to gone.

Billy Hargrove isn’t particularly afraid of dying — in fact, ever since your death in the Starcourt Mall last year, he’s been wishing it was him instead. Or maybe him as well, when he’s being really selfish, because he can’t bear to be without you. And now he is. Every single day. He aches. Every single day. Sometimes, he still wakes up searching for your warm body on the other side of the bed. Or he’ll stir in the middle of the night certain that he heard you laugh. But you’re never there. And he isn’t, either. He’s become a ghost.

A cursed ghost, apparently. Things have been worse recently. Headaches, nose bleeds, visions, nightmares he never quite wakes up from — about you. About his mom. His dad. The monsters he faced last July.

It’s Max and her dysfunctional group of fucking friends who break the news that he’s cursed. Vecna, they call him. He’s claimed two teenagers already, their bodies found mangled and broken, sharing the exact same symptoms as Billy before they died. Billy would have called bullshit if he hadn’t seen the Mind Flayer last year. Now, he knows that there are things hiding underneath Hawkins he can't explain.

But he isn’t afraid. A part of him is glad. It feels like he can breathe, knowing it will all be over soon. The grief. The trying to move on. The neverending abuse from his dad. The trying to be a better person because it’s what you would have wanted. It will be over, and he’ll find you again, wherever you end up. And if there is no afterlife, no heartfelt reunion, then there will be nothing. Darkness. And even that’s more comforting than a life without you.

He hates the way Max watches him as everyone makes themselves comfortable in the Wheeler’s basement, waiting for Robin and Nancy to visit some dude to try to stop it. He probably should have listened to the plan. Trouble is, he doesn’t know why they’re all trying so damn hard. He sure as hell doesn’t deserve it. The only good thing about him was you. You're the only reason he helped them last summer: because you were Flayed, and he was desperate to get you back.

But he never did.

He props his elbows on his thighs, twirling his rings around his fingers. You used to wear one of them strung on a necklace. The one on his thumb. A lump gathers in his throat, breaking through the void he’s felt for months. He avoids everybody’s gaze, glaring when he puts a cigarette in his mouth only for Steve Harrington to yank it out. “The Wheelers won’t be too happy if you smoke in their house, man.”

“You gonna deny a dying man his fuckin’ cigarettes?”

“You’re not dying,” Max mumbles.

He rolls his eyes, daring to look up at her. It hurts to see all the ways he failed her. You were always telling him to be kinder. To take care of her. He tried. God, he tried. But he sometimes wonders if cruelty is just ingrained in him. “You should be dancin’ on the ceiling. You’re finally getting rid of your dick of an older brother. You're free.”

“Don’t say that,” she snaps. “God, Y/N would hate you for saying that. She would hate you for giving up.”

He stills at that, growing cold — because it’s true. You would. And he forgets that he wasn’t the only one who loved you. You were like a sister to Max. You talked to her in ways he just couldn’t.

He bows his head again, sandy curls falling in his heavy eyes. “Yeah, well. Y/N isn’t here.”

Silence falls again. Billy feels Steve’s gaze burning the side of his face and almost loses his shit, but he doesn’t even have the energy for his stupid remarks anymore. So he waits until Harrington finally works up the nerve to say quietly, “Y’know, for a guy who’s next on some supernatural hit list, you don’t seem all that rattled. Most people would be shitting their pants by now.”

Billy clenches his jaw. “Yeah, well… I’m not.”

“Max needs you, Hargrove.” Steve taps the arm of the couch, his gaze lowered as though afraid of Billy’s reaction. They never really resolved that fight of theirs. “I know you’ve had it rough since Y/N…” He can’t even say it.

Billy closes his eyes, trying not to flinch. Every time he hears your name, it opens up a hole in his chest, and he can’t sew it back up. It swallows him whole. Makes him wonder if there’s anything left of him for Vecna to take.

“I’m just saying,” Steve continues finally, “she still needs you. That’s why we’re helping you. It isn’t for you. It’s for Max. And Y/N. She would have wanted you safe. So do us a favour and work with us, will you? Stop being such an ass to your sister and stop acting like you don’t care if you die.”

“Mind your own fuckin’ business, Harrington,” Billy growls, but his heart isn’t in it. He remembers when he used to believe in what he said. Now, there’s just nothing. Nothing but the emptiness you left. He pinches the bridge of his nose, an ache building behind his eyes. He misses you. He misses you so damn much. He wishes you were here, holding his hand, telling him to simmer down and be nicer to his little sister. He wishes you were here to tell him everything was okay.

Sometimes, he can’t even remember the sound of your voice anymore. He has to think to recall the exact colour of your eyes. Like you’re disappearing. And so is he.

He just wants to be close to you. He stands up decidedly, grabbing his denim jacket and shrugging it on.

Max frowns. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not sitting around, waiting to die in some kid’s sad little basement.”

“We’re coming with you,” Dustin pipes up.

Billy puffs, gritting his teeth. “No, you’re not.”

“Yeah, man.” Steve straightens, too, a line forming between his brows. “We are. We don’t know when Vecna’s gonna come for you. You’re not going anywhere on your own.”

Billy glowers for a moment, wondering if there’s any use in arguing. But he looks at his sister again and his resolve weakens. Sometimes, he sees you in Max. Not because you ever looked alike, but just that innocence, that blind compassion for a man who’s never earned it.

And he can’t say no to her. So he nods. “Then I guess we’re taking a family outing. To the cemetery.”

***

Your grave already looks weathered. Billy places a new bunch of your favourite flowers down as he kneels on the dew-coated grass by your headstone, his chest tugging itself inside out as though there’s a creature living in his ribs. He doesn’t feel closer to you here — you deserve better than to be reduced to a grey slab of stone — but it gives him something to focus on. He tries to ignore the feeling of being watched. The group is congregated around Steve’s car, waiting.

Billy sucks in a breath, tears stinging his eyes. “Hey, angel. Sorry I haven’t been by in a while.” He feels like an idiot, but he wants to believe you can hear him somewhere. “I just… I wanted you to know that shit’s happening here, and I might be finding you sooner than we both expected.” A sad smile. “And if I don’t find you — because, honestly, I’m probably goin’ to hell anyway — I guess I just wanted to make sure I got a real goodbye first. I want you to know that…” he chokes on a sob and tips his head to the sky, the breeze ruffling his curls. “I just want you to know that everything’s shitty without you. I want you to know that you were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I’m sorry I failed you. I’m sorry I failed Max. I’m sorry I never became the man you deserved. I wanted to be. I swear, I wanted to. But I lost you, and it’s like I died with you that day. I don’t know how to carry on now.”

He sniffles, tracing his fingers over your name etched into the headstone. “You wanna know a secret? I was glad when I found out that I’m cursed. I was relieved. I’ve tried to live without you, angel, but this isn’t living. It doesn’t even feel like I’m breathing most days. I’ll be glad when it ends. I know that’s a shitty thing to say. I know it would kill you if you were still here. But you left me. You fucking left me.” Tears stream down his face now. He clutches his necklace, his shoulders shaking. Roughly, he wipes his palms across his cheeks. “I just can’t, okay? I can’t. So I think it’s over for me, and I think that’s okay. Just… keep an eye out for me, wherever you are, will you? I’ll try to make it to you. I promise.”

He places a finger to his lips and then presses it on the headstone carefully. Then, he takes off the ring you used to wear and balances it on top of the stone. And for a while, he drinks in the silence and pretends you’re sitting beside him.

Until it all goes dark. The colour is sucked from the world, and he isn’t in the graveyard anymore. He’s somewhere else.

The Upside Down.

He turns around slowly, taking in the place that stole you away as his heart begins to pound. His boots crackle on slimy vines, particles floating through the air like ash. Is this where you were trapped when you were Flayed? In this endless abyss of nothing? The thought makes him tremble with regret, nausea roiling in his stomach. He takes a step. Another.

And then he hears it. Your voice, calling him. "Billy."

He whips on his heel, almost collapsing to his knees when he finds you standing in front of him. You look the way you did the day you died: covered in your own, blackened blood, tears in your tattered shirt and your eyes glassy. Only you're upright now. Not lifeless on the floor of Starcourt.

“Y/N,” he whispers. Relief washes through him. He thinks this is how it ends. That maybe he’s already dead, and you’re here to take him somewhere safe. Somewhere where you’re together again.

But then you cock your head, and he knows he isn’t that lucky. “Have you missed me, Billy?”

He knows it’s not you, but he still wants to pretend. It’s been so long since he last saw you. So long since he heard your voice. “Every day,” he whispers.

“Yet you did nothing, did you? You let me sacrifice myself, and you stood and watched. You didn’t save me.”

He shakes his head, chin wobbling. “You know I couldn’t, angel. There was nothing I could do.”

“Are you sure?” You take another step closer, tracing your fingers along his cheek. They’re cold. Rough. Not yours. Yet still, he savours the touch as though it’s really you, because this is better than nothing at all. He won’t succumb to the curse, to the fear. He won’t fight it at all. “You knew there was something wrong with me, didn’t you? You knew I wasn’t myself. But you didn’t do anything.”

“I couldn’t. I tried.” He did. The sauna test, trusting you when everybody else had already written you off. He tried so hard to bring you back to yourself, but he couldn’t reach you.

“You’re just like your father, you know,” you whisper.

He wants to throw up at those words. Those words you’ve never said before. Would never say. You always worked so hard to convince him he was better than Neil.

“A coward,” you continue. “A hopeless, pathetic coward. I see that now. You’re not even mean anymore. You’re nothing, Billy Hargrove. Nothing at all.”

Tears roll down his cheeks as he closes his eyes. The words aren’t a surprise. He’s heard them a million times before from Neil. But never from you. Never.

“The world will be better with you gone — but you already know that, don’t you?” you say. “That’s why you’re not fighting it. It’s why you want to die. Because even you’re sick of yourself. All you do is make people miserable. All you do is hurt people. Just like you hurt me. Just like you watched me die. It’s your turn, now.”

Good, he thinks. Get it over with. He steels himself, squeezing your hand and pulling it away from his cheek. “I love you, Y/N,” he says, because he knows it’s the last time he ever will.

“You don’t know what love is, Billy Hargrove.” And then he’s falling, falling, falling. The world turns red, and a clock’s toll rents through the hollow world around him four times. You’ve been replaced by a mottled, grotesque monster. Vecna, he assumes. His long, spiny fingers are around Billy’s neck, and around him, the broken bodies of Chrissy and Fred, his previous victims. It’s Billy's turn. He tries not to look at them. Tries not to think about Max seeing him that way.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Billy,” Vecna hisses out. His hands rise, and Billy squeezes his eyes shut. Let me be with her, he begs a final time. Please, just let the pain end.

But it doesn’t. Instead, a song echoes through the emptiness. One you always sung in the shower. One you used to force him to play in his own damn car. You’d wind the windows down and sing it from the top of your lungs. And he never told you, but he wondered if one day it might be your wedding song. “Wild Horses” by The Rolling Stones.

The song makes him remember the feeling of winding his windows down and letting the summer breeze roll through. The smell of freshly cut grass and a beating sun. His cheeks aching with a smile, your laugh ringing above the melody.

Daylight opens up before him, and he sees himself levitating the way he is now, only he’s still at your grave, and Max is screaming as the song plays. His stomach drops with guilt, self-hatred. He can’t leave her like that. Can’t leave himself like that. He imagines it’s you watching him that way. Imagines you’re singing the song like you used to.

And he knows. It’s not his time. No matter how badly he wants it to be, there are still pieces of you to keep alive. There are still ways he can be better, ways he can honour your memory instead of trodding all over it with self-loathing.

Max deserves better than that. So do you. Maybe he does, too. Because it’s clear now that he’s still loved, still needed. He doesn’t know why, but he has to find out. He can’t die here in the dark without you. Without anyone.

“It’s not my time,” he mutters — and then he uses Vecna’s surprise against him, and he runs like hell back to his friends. His family. Back to the place where you’re buried. “I’m sorry,” he’s sobbing as he goes. He doesn't know who he's talking to anymore: you, Max, himself. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

The light blinds him. He falls to the floor, feeling the grass beneath his hands and people scrambling to hold him. He looks up; finds blue sky staring back at him. Sun. Max is sobbing as she holds him, and the song is still playing.

“I remembered,” she cries. “She used to love this song. I remember.”

He can’t help his own tears as he clutches her for all he’s worth. He thought he was ready to die, but he isn’t. Not like that. He can’t have his last memory of you be a monster wearing your clothes. He won’t let Vecna use you against him.

So he holds on. He listens to your song, and he lets his sister hold him, and he holds on. For you.

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