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steddieas-shegoes · 1 year

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For the requests: heard of hearing and/or partially blind Steve + his parents realizing. Maybe they come home & see how their house has changed to be more accessible for Steve? Or something like that.

HONESTLY THIS ONE HURTED. But as usual, you provide the quality shit!!!! Poor Steve, but also if it ain't hurt/comfort, then did I even write it? Everyone loves Steve. Except his parents. His parents suck. But everyone else? Angels. Hope you love it darling!!! - Mickala ❤️

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Concussions were a bitch.

Multiple concussions in a three year period were a bitch.

But the worst part was when he noticed he couldn’t hear out of his left ear. Robin had been talking to him at work on his left side, whispering about some customer that was walking down every single aisle as if they didn’t know what movies were out, and he didn’t even notice until she switched sides halfway through a sentence.

He pretended it was fine, that he’d heard her the whole time, but then she asked him a question he couldn’t answer. She walked to his left side and said something, and when he shook his head, she bit her lip, fighting back tears.

“It’s okay, Robs. I can still hear out of the other one,” Steve said to comfort her, but also to comfort himself.

If he lost it in one ear, he could lose it in the other, and then what?

She tried to convince him to get a hearing aid, but he didn’t think he needed one.

“Your parents sent you money for medical expenses, use it for this!”

But he couldn’t.

And then he started getting blurry vision in both eyes. The left was rapidly growing worse, and Dustin noticed.

“Dude, you’re squinting. Do you have a migraine? You could’ve had Eddie drive me.”

“Nah, just tired. Trying to focus.”

Part of that was true. The squinting helped him focus a little, but he knew he had to do something about it.

So he sat down with Robin and came up with a plan.

He hated every fucking second of it.

“You get a scan first, we need to know if this is gonna keep getting worse or what permanent damage is there. You get glasses-“

“I might not need-“

“You get glasses. Then you get fitted for a hearing aid.”

“Yes ma’am,” Steve rolled his eyes.

But looking back, he was grateful Robin made him do it.

The doctors had been amazed he was able to talk with the damage done.

“Will I lose my ability to talk?” He asked, realizing that not being able to hear, see, and talk was too much for him to deal with.

“I think we can work through some physical therapy type exercises to make sure that doesn’t happen. I’m glad you came in now and not a few years from now.”

Robin never said ‘I told you so,’ probably sensing that Steve wasn’t coping well with the news.

They told him he would most likely lose all hearing over the years, and his vision would progressively get worse, though it would most likely plateau and he wouldn’t lose it completely.

They said he needed to do vocal exercises every day, brain exercises as often as possible, and to come back the moment he recognized any change in his speech.

So he lived with the anxiety of not being able to communicate with anyone he loved every second of every day.

Dustin, Will, Mike, and Max had done research for weeks, finding things they could do to help him live in his house alone. Sure, they were there often, almost enough to be considered roommates, but that wouldn’t always be the case.

They would all grow up and leave.

Max had lost her own vision after Vecna, only able to see light and sometimes movement, but never any detail.

The day he got his glasses, she threatened him with murder if he didn’t wear them.

“The more you strain your eyes, the worse they’ll get. Wear the glasses. I’m sure you look just as cute as always.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that, but he didn’t want to piss Max off, so he wore them all day every day.

Dustin had found a way to wire the doorbell to the lights in the whole house, so if it rang, and somehow Steve couldn’t hear, he’d see the lights flash three times from any room he was in.

He’d done something similar with the walkie, so Steve would know if someone was trying to communicate with him.

Will figured out a light system for the phone, where it flashed with green while it rang and red if he missed a call that went to their voicemail.

It only worked if he was in the kitchen, living room, or his bedroom and paying attention, but the thought behind it made him want to cry.

He got debilitating migraines frequently, which left him bedbound, unable to even get up to use the bathroom on his own sometimes.

They figured out a signal for his walkie that he could push the button in a sort of Morse code to make sure someone knew he needed help.

If he couldn’t get to his walkie for some reason, Dustin programmed buttons on all the phones: *1 called Robin, *2 called Eddie, and *3 called Dustin.

All of his meds were moved to the drawer by his bed, with a reminder note in every room of his house, just in case he forgot.

Which was apparently another thing he had to worry about: his memory.

The doctors seemed to think he would be okay if he stayed active and healthy otherwise, and definitely needed to avoid another concussion, but they did say he could notice some issues as he got older.

Mike looked up what vitamins he needed to help boost his memory and vision, and increased his iron intake to hopefully stave off some of the migraines before they even started. He put the instructions with his medication reminders all over the house.

But what surprised him most was what happened when his parents came home early on a random Thursday morning.

He was dealing with a bit of a migraine hangover, the day before being a blur of calling for help, reaching for his meds, and Eddie arriving to make sure he stayed hydrated and made it to the bathroom as needed.

Eddie was still here, in fact.

So when he heard them banging around downstairs, his eyes flew open and he looked at a still sleeping, very shirtless Eddie next to him in his bed.

Nothing happened obviously. Eddie just ran hot.

But his parents had already been questioning him a lot about not having a girlfriend in a while and hanging out with “queers” like those two things alone could make him gay.

And if they saw Eddie like this, they would make assumptions.

Assumptions that would get him kicked out of the house that everyone just worked so hard to make accessible for him.

So he got up as quickly, but quietly as he could, ignoring the buzz in his ear where his hearing aid was loose from sleeping in it. He wasn’t technically supposed to, but he didn’t like anyone touching his head on migraine days so it stayed in.

Eddie didn’t budge, and he hoped he stayed that way while he tried to keep his parents busy.

Then the lights flashed and he heard the distant high pitched ring of the doorbell.

“What the hell?” His father asked as Steve ran down the stairs.

“Steven?” His mother asked as he flew past them and made it to the front door.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled excitedly as Steve glared at him.

“Dustin, not now.”

“Why? I saw Eddie’s van, so I figured-“

“Who is at the door, Steven?”

Steve closed his eyes and heard Dustin mumble ‘shit’, before he turned around to face his parents.

His glasses were dirty, but he could see that the looks on their faces were not impressed.

“Since when do you wear glasses?” His mom asked.

“Is that a hearing aid?” His dad added.

“Dustin, I’ll call you later.”

“Answer the questions.”

“I started wearing glasses and the hearing aid after a few concussions that caused a lot of damage.”

“What’s going on with the lights? Do they always flicker like that?”

Steve hadn’t really expected them to care much about him, but it still hurt a little how quickly they became concerned about the house instead of him.

“They’re a visual aid so if I’m not wearing my hearing aid or my hearing gets worse, I’ll know when the doorbell rings.”

“Is that really necessary?”

“Yeah, it is,” Eddie said from the stairs, luckily not shirtless.

“Who the hell are you?” Steve’s dad didn’t waste time with pleasantries, he never did unless someone had something to offer him.

“I’m Eddie. Steve’s friend.”

“His friend?” Steve’s mom was hesitant to be obvious about what she meant, but everyone could understand where she was going with the questioning.

“Yeah, or would you prefer if we were boyfriends?”

Steve couldn’t help the snort he let out.

Eddie wasn’t the type to hide himself away, but he wouldn’t purposely make Steve’s life harder.

“Is there a reason you’re here?”

“I was taking care of him yesterday. It got late so I stayed.”

“Take care of him?” His mother turned back towards him. “Are you sick?”

“I get migraines.”

“We all get migraines, Steven,” his father said as he crossed his arms.

“But we all don’t get the kind that leave us crying and throwing up for hours on end because we can’t even see straight, do we, Richard?” Eddie asked as he walked closer to them.

“I don’t know who you think you are-“

“I told you, I’m Eddie. And as far as I’m concerned, I, and quite a few other people in town, are quite good at taking care of Steve. Unlike his parents.”

“Steve’s a grown man-“

“Yeah, now. But where were you when he wasn’t and got the concussions that caused this?”

Steve could feel his head pulsing, and he knew his migraine would be back at full force if he didn’t rest.

He took his hearing aid out for a bit of relief, the volume of his father and Eddie arguing going down considerably.

He massaged his neck the best he could, knowing that the release of some tension would at least keep the pain at bay until this could be over.

Then, he saw the phone start flashing green.

“What is going on with the phone?”

His mother directed the question at him, but Eddie stopped berating his father long enough to answer her.

“It’s so Steve knows it’s ringing if he happens to have his hearing aid out like he does now. In case no one is here with him and someone needs to reach him.”

“That explains not answering our calls.”

“I think that could just be that you don’t call at all.”

Eddie moved closer to Steve.

“Go upstairs, Stevie,” he said quietly into his right ear. “I can handle them.”

Steve was too tired, too frustrated, too borderline on a migraine to fight.

He walked upstairs, ignoring his father’s protests, his mother’s pleas, and Eddie standing in front of them both raising his voice to be heard.

Everything felt blurry as he removed his glasses and rubbed at his eyes when he made it up the stairs.

His room was dark still, the blackout curtains still drawn closed, lights off, like Eddie had suspected it might be a bad day again.

His pills were on the table, a cup of water next to them. He set his glasses down and took them, trusting that Eddie followed the instructions perfectly.

He always did.

He always took such good care of him.

He came at the drop of a hat, even if Robin was already here. He brought Steve’s favorite soda, insisted it helped with migraines even though it probably didn’t. He massaged the spot on Steve’s neck that always held the most tension, pulled him close until he fell asleep on the couch or in the bed, always on his chest.

He’d been learning and teaching everyone sign language too.

Steve had started learning immediately, and so did Robin, but Eddie had insisted on it too, and started teaching the kids. He’d been showing Max one sign at a time, putting her fingers and hands into the movement so she knew how to do it.

And Steve didn’t think he could love Eddie more.

But he figured if Eddie was interested in him, he would have made a move already.

He could very distantly hear Eddie’s voice saying something, but he wasn’t sure what. With his hearing aid out, he usually couldn’t hear anything downstairs from his room.

He closed his eyes, settling under the blankets so he could try to do what Eddie wanted him to.

He drifted in and out, tired, but not quite enough to fall asleep all the way.

At some point, Eddie had made it back to the room and got in bed, his hand running through Steve’s hair gently.

“Eds?”

“It’s alright, Stevie. Your parents are gone. They won’t be back again for a while.”

“Mkay.”

He let himself drift again, safe with Eddie there.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #the party #hurt/comfort #hard of hearing steve harrington #visually impaired steve harrington #steve harrington has terrible parents #he also has migraines #but he also also has the kids and eddie #so thats a plus #requests #ficlet

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dootznbootz · 5 months

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I currently have writer's block and fucked around and made Iliad and Odyssey memes :'D Some look like "repeats" but aren't. Just different scenarios/people. Enjoy!

There's... A LOT. I don't care if you pick out your favorites! I put this all in one post as I don't want to spam the tags! :D

#I hope people get the Proteus one😅It's simple but I really fucking love it.#I'm sorry if ugly but I literally made most of these in google presentation as all I have is a shitty chromebook.#I want to make more Penelope and Helen ones but those are mostly headcanons🥺 so probably something later on #I wanted to have more Agamemnon and Achilles ones too but I don't think I understand their characters enough to do them justice...#I know enough for basics but yea #the circe/calypso is a bit dark but...bleh.#I think “my wife has a migraine” one kind of fits Menelaus more (If he were in a band today? He'd probably be the drummer) but eh!#I'm not an artist and I don't want to use others art without giving credit. (the one art one that's from tumblr DOES have the creator on #the bottom! “c-rowlesdraws” on tumblr! also there's moomin) SO I MAKE DO WITH FUCKING JPEGS LIKE A PEASANT! :D #odysseus #odyssey #the odyssey #odypen #penelope #diomedes #menelaus #helen of sparta #achilles #thetis #agamemnon #circe #calypso #tagamemnon #greek mythology #iliad #the iliad

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hannibal-is-my-comfort-show · 7 months

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navree · 2 years

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van helsing after only being introduced yesterday has already started talking like a lunatic, dragged seward for not having a wife or daughter in front of the woman he proposed to, apparently says “pouf” on the reg, and is again hinted at to have A Super Special Past with seward, mr stoker your self insert super special do not steal oc is really gay and also very fun

#personal #dracula daily #god i love van helsing he's a top tier character #the pouf and the seward drag took me out you didn't need to do that sir #but also the way he talks........mr bram stoker has never talked to someone outside of england before in his life apparently #and assumes anyone from amsterdam speaks like they're having a stroke and a migraine at the same time

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fauvester · 3 months

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cannot STRESS how much i love your svsss demon prince oc. his hair... the cunty clothes... the coloring on his eyes and fingers and lips.... ohhh goddd

demon SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

#THANK YOU YES SUCH A GUY TO ME!!#svs3 #my lil moshang kid. Look at him go!!#THE GOTH COLORING JUST COMES NATURALLY TO HIM! NO MAKEUP! THATS THE POWER OF ICE DEMON SLAYAGE!#watched dune the other night and the sandworms gave me brainworms #that convo would make a little more sense with MBJ but XJ would rather pull his nails out than admit weakness to his king father #he has a much more communicative relationship w SQH. hard to worry about looking pathetic when you’re literally talking to shang qinghua #anyways me having this whole sketchbook on the stovetop for this… serendipitous #he does for real have like migraines and demon fibromyalgia. thanks to the Poisonings. but he does also WAY overact it to get out of stuff #also worlds thinnest face 0 acting ability #unlike MBJ he is very communicative. most of what he has to communicate is disgust and displeasure #also thinkin bout how he has 2 guys in his life who show their devotion to their lovers by making food for them. thats literally love #XJ: i can condone rpf but I draw the line at badly written rpf 😤😤😤

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liminalhollow · 2 years

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So I like the concept/headcanon of “shades.” Which if you don’t know, is the idea that’s there’s a type of ghost that’s kinda like a blob ghost and they’re weak little globs of ectoplasm that are formed from strong emotions and hang around the human world, usually harmlessly.

And I was thinking about that with Batman crossovers.

Bruce is traumatized. He’s definitely got a shade or two following him around. Wayne manor is probably a playground for them.

So what if there was one that formed back when he lost his parents. The trauma that’s at the core of all his other trauma.

And it stayed with him all these years, growing with him and being fed and shaped by his emotions.

The day Danny meets Bruce Wayne, he sees it immediately.

It’s one of the strongest shades he’s ever seen. It’s still weak compared to him of course, because it’s still just a shade. An entity that’s dependent on the emotions feeding it to exist, and mostly undetectable by ghost hunting equipment. But it’s still exceptionally strong for a shade.

It looks just like the Batman, except it’s glaringly not human. A big, black, looming shadow, its body a featureless silhouette with blank, glowing white eyes. Long tendrils curling up at the ends of the cape. Gliding about with fluid motions and able to twist and stretch its wispy form how it sees fit.

It's like the version of the Bat imagined in the stories told of him. Less of a real human being and more of a larger-than-life tale.

It likes to take the place of Bruce’s shadow. It moves with him wherever he goes, only sometimes peeling itself off the walls and floor to peer around its host’s shoulders.

Danny can’t take his eyes off it.

Bruce wonders why this kid keeps staring at the empty space behind him.

The night Danny encounters Batman, he thinks Bruce’s shade wandered off on its own.

Then he gets a closer look. It’s not the shade, it’s a man enveloped by the shade, wearing it like a cloak. Or a suit.

As soon as Danny realizes that, Bruce’s secret identity is compromised.

(He doesn’t say a word to Bruce. Even the next time he meets Bruce in the daylight and the shade is back in its place, posing as his shadow.)

People tell stories about Batman. How he melts into the shadows like he is one. How he moves more silently than a human should be able to. How his glare has a force behind it. How maybe he’s some kind of meta, or even a ghost.

The rumors have a shred of truth to them. But he isn’t a meta or a ghost, just a man wrapped in his own shadow.

Anyway just... Bruce unknowingly has a shade buddy as his sidekick and reflection of his mental state and it gives him subtle shadow manipulation and fear-inducing powers AU.

#Danny Phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #fic #ficlet #(I guess this is a ficlet.)#crossover #my posts #The original idea for the post was like #''I bet Bruce has some shades he's seen some shit''#''what if it looks like Batman. like a little mishappen Bat Blob that sits on his shoulders like a weird cat.''#Anyway it evolved from there.#I like that animation trope where the character's shadow reveals whatever they're hiding.#I have the worst migraine right now I hope this is coherent.#Also.#Jason has a shade too. It used to look like a little bird.#It's wingless now.

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majorshatterandhare · 7 months

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GPTim having both visual and hearing disabilities is so important to me. That man’s eyes were *burned out* when he *exploded the moon* his hearing is gonna be affected also; and having functional accessibility aids (his mechanical eyes, here) does not equal not disabled, it just means that the disability manifests differently.

#its definitely not just important to me because of projecting. not at all #the mechanisms #gunpowder tim #migraines and photophobia seems to be p common hcs for him. but under the belief that his eyes function *better* than organic eyes.-#he likely struggles to process visual information. his orhanic brain wasnt made for that input. especially with the belief that his eyes-#were originally made for brian who has a mechanical brain #tangentially. do you think his an brians eyes were made without a blind spot?#often its thought that tims eyes are newer and more advanced than brians. but what if theyre an old pair. old prototype or something #or what if they are newer but he would function *better* if they just. like. switched. for information overload reasons #i have so many thoughts about their eyes now.#also. like. we 100% have seen that mechanical eyes which have been abandoned by their creator does not turn out well for the user #*glares at real world events*

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motleyfam · 3 months

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So, in the fic where Tim gets his appendix out, Jason tells him that he usually freaks out before he gets put under, not after. Now that Tim knows, how would he comfort Jason? I'm thinking, like, imagine that Jason breaks his leg badly on patrol, so urgent surgery is in order. Would Tim try to prevent him from freaking out? How?

P.s. i said i a thousand rimes bur I love your works!! You're amazing!!

Ooh so I've actually answered a similar question pretty recently (although that was focused more on the needle aspect than the anesthesia/loss of control aspect which I headcanon to be Jason's main issue with being put under)

Honestly? I think Tim would be the worst family member to try to comfort Jason through something like this. Not for anything that Tim is doing right or wrong, just because anesthesia is something that really freaks Jason out, and his response to being freaked out is a) to angry cry, and b) to lash out at people. Because he knows this about himself, and he's also extremely protective of Tim, he tries not to let Tim see him when he's not fully in control of himself. So while Jason would totally be great in a crisis involving Tim, he does terribly when the roles are reversed.

BUT that being said, if Tim was the only one available, I think Tim would end up offering his hand to squeeze, and Jason would hesitate at first but eventually take it. He'd probably also be trying really hard not to cry, which Tim would very intentionally act as through he wasn't noticing because at the end of the day, Jason needs his dignity more than anything.

#settle our bones #might not really be the answer you were hoping for but i think jason gets suuuper cagey when he's feeling vulnerable #and nothing makes him feel vulnerable more than when his inhibitions are being forcibly removed from him #and he loses all agency #like while being put under #Dick in this series has a LOT of practice brushing things off #and meeting Jason where he's at #but Tim isn't nearly as well versed in it so it trips him up a lot more #but he's also growing and learning and making progress the more time he spends with the Waynes #so while in the 'everybody gets the hell flu' fic he was suuuper wigged out by Jason's trauma responses #he gets less and less so as time goes on and he starts to understand his family more #even in the migraine fic i just posted recently he feels comfortable enough to argue with Jason while they're both in a stressful situation #which i see as progress for him #anyway thank you so much for your kind words and I really appreciate the question!!

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thesinglesock · 3 months

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when Magnus was like "man I wanna give Hearth a hug and wrap him in a blanket so no one can hurt him" I felt that. we all felt that. relatable protagonist of all time

#reading this book is just going 'hes just like me fr' every time Magnus has a Thought #magnus chase #vitpost #also shoutout to Hearth for being sickly victorian child representation. iron deficiency king #(I have been in bed with a horrible migraine all weekend. thats why I read nearly the entire book in under 48 hours. it hit different)

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goldenstarprincesses · 6 months

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There's this fanfiction I read some years ago (can't find it for the life of me. Think it was on fanfiction.net) that had the plotline that young Alfred was almost snatched by the vengeful ghost of Eleanor Dare since she was angered that her family/daughter died while Alfred -who had been Virginia Dare's playmate-lived on and would will continue live on for eternity

My headcanon is that prior to almost being led to his (likely temporary) death by a vengeful spirt, Alfred had no fears relating to the super natural. Even before Arthur showed up, America had long been visited by those who stayed behind after their death. And Arthur probably introduced him to quite a few friendly ghosts back in England. And even more ghosts started showing up as the colonists settled in. Baby America could often be found babbling at a seemingly empty room or to himself while playing out in the fields. Honestly, before Matthew moved in, the ghosts of New England were baby Alfred's closest companions

So not only was little Alfred naturally trusting of ghosts, but he knew Eleanor and saw nothing wrong with following her down to the icy cold river in the middle of the winter. When she attempted to drag him under the ice, not only did he develop a life-long fear of ghosts but the seeds of his dislike of the cold were planted.

He was so deeply traumatized by almost being offed by the pissed-off ghost of Eleanor that the chemistry of his brain was forever changed. But it's not that he can't still see ghosts. America totally can. Like, he sees them clear as day or as clear as Arthur or Matthew do. However, he refuses to acknowledge them. He could be standing in a room of 20 ghosts (some that he may have communicated with as a child) and he will stead-fast refuse to admit that he actually can.

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sunsetzer · 5 months

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As someone who gets migraines especially from stress, I have started to hc Edgar as someone who gets stress migraines as well, because he's been running a kingdom by himself for ten years, and he had to deal with an alliance he Did Not want with the empire that totally killed his dad while also secretly helping a rebellion against said empire and also maintaining a persona to make the empire think he's too young and stupid to be doing that- *inhale*

AND THEN he breaks the alliance, and he's actively fighting the empire but he still has Figaro to think about constantly, and then the world ends and the castle gets trapped underground and he has to become a gang boss to find a way back in so he can save everyone before they suffocate- *inhale*

AND THEN they have to go find all their friends, and fight horrible nightmare monsters, and kill god, and finally try to rebuild the world that got destroyed post-game, and after all that now he's the leader of like... the only surviving nation after the apocalypse.

#and then i feel sad and want someone to bring him water and make him lay down #my mans cares so much abt his friends and his people even with a migraine hed try to keep working on whatever hes doing #edgar is def someone who acts more chill than he is theres no way he doesnt have anxiety #he just also has hundreds of people depending on him so he cant just shut down #final fantasy vi #ff6 #final fantasy 6 #ffvi #my post #edgar roni figaro #enjoy my late night angst i have plenty more where this came from #the returners live in my head rent free so i am thinking about them constantly #maybe i will post more hcs later

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quickhacked · 2 months

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DAPHNE AYALA // FREDDY REYNOLDS MORRIGAN AYALA // RAFIQ HUSSAIN STEVIE CARTIER // TEDDY NOVAK YANCEY FERREIRA // YUKIKO HAYASHI

main cast for my original story about a fucked up scary diner :^) | [x]

#picrew games #yancey would be the main character because the story follows him around :^) he's new in town and starts working at the diner #daphne is the other cook there and rafiq and yukiko are waiters. and stevie is the cleaner #teddy is a regular at the diner and also has a special role in the story that i'm not going to talk about yet #and freddy and morrigan are part of the band daphne stevie and yukiko are also part of :^) they're called cherry migraine #setting is blightwood crossing! another fictional town of the fractured anthology :^)#it's slightly related to the main storyline since it involves the overarching organization investigating so-called hotspots #but mostly just its own thing :^) like darkwater creek

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elizabethrobertajones · 9 months

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I'm actually kind of mad after wearing a knee brace (with patella support!) for 2 days because I just went down for breakfast not wearing it and my kneecap was wobbling loosely in its socket like it's done for years and I could FEEL how wrong it was and just had the biggest "you LIVE like this??!" moment and now i GUESS I am wearing a knee brace every time I go near stairs forever because it turns out it's not ideal if parts of your body have their own plans for every joint movement.

Mobility aids <3

#mad at myself for not even noticing it was weird even though I've known I have the stretchy joints for years now #honestly I need a full like. Scientific observation from behind glass hooked up to machines and doing silly little tasks for science week #please find out what is happening in here #I also got 1 ankle support and out of curiosity slept in it last night #and omg one foot resting upright made me realise how much the other was flat on the bed #when I lay on my back #the same thing that got me diagnosed in the first place #the rheumatologist who'd just told me I don't have cancer because of the bloodwork had me lie down to examine #he took one look at my flat fuck friday feet and like actually yelled in alarm and recoiled #which took some explaining #anyway he poked and prodded me but he already had said 'oh you have hypermobility and it's given you fibro'#this is why specialists also have to keep up with all the other medicines too :P #(i spent a weekend with my medic friend recently and she has Stories oh my god)#(was too busy talking to look at my feet even as I told her I'd dislocated my ankle and knee as we talked XD)#POINT IS I'm very slow to notice things about my condition #I quit chocolate for a year because I worried it was giving me migraines #and was too busy having migraines to notice the chocolate wasn't what gave me migraines

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careful-wish · 2 months

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no further, yet no closer

wrote this bc I keep having this recurring dream about a friend of mine that cut me off after a mental health episode, and what do I do? make it Byler instead lol won't be on ao3 just yet, this is just the beginning of it

It started the same every time. Every single time.

It was foggy, hard to breathe. Mike lifted his arm to cover his mouth, pressing the sleeve of his sweater against his mouth and nose. He was alone, eyes watering, looking about with squinted eyes. It was almost staggering, especially remembering the ash that once spiraled from the Upside Down, years before.

He looked about for the door to leave, but like all the other times, he couldn’t find it. He began to feel dizzy, even though his mind already had a strange haze over it. Something about everything didn’t seem… real.

Familiar, in a sense, but not quite real.

The mist began to clear, and it was easier to breathe. Blinking hard to clear his watering eyes, Mike began to recognise where he was. The colours on the walls, the various team flags, posters, signs for various clubs, even a brown door to his left, a little behind him.

AV CLUB, it read.

He was in Hawkins Middle School. A place he hadn’t been in many years. The last school he attended with…

Footsteps made his head whip around, almost shoulder-length curly black hair flying. His heart pounded, and his hands began to shake, not from the cold.

At the far end of the hallway, which was empty, devoid of lockers and students, was Will. Will Byers… the only person Mike had loved in his life. Will stood alone, his flannel unbuttoned, wearing a dusty yellow shirt underneath, and dark brown jeans, his shirt tucked into them.

He was adjusting his flannel, the sides flapping out, and he took no notice of Mike.

“Will,” Mike whispered, ignoring the way his voice was somehow both muffled and echoey. “Will!”

No response. Will picked a bit of lint off his flannel, frowning. Mike finally managed to shout, his voice startling himself.

“Will!”

Will finally responded. He became still, continuing to look down. Mike called out again.

“Will! Will, please… Please, look at me! I can’t… I want to talk to you! Please, Will, please!”

Mike’s voice cracked and whined in places. He sounded like someone from a movie begging their lover not to leave. His heart thundered as Will finally looked up at him, blinking those familiar hazel eyes that Mike so adored. That Mike missed every single day of his life.

The hazel eyes he never saw anymore. That he knew were too far out of reach to ever see again, and only flashed with anger and hurt whenever Will used to look at him.

There was none of that on Will’s face right now. Nothing. He was far away, but Mike knew. He knew that Will felt nothing toward him right now. Only Will’s mouth pursed into a thin line, and he turned on his heel, beginning to walk away.

“Will! Wait, Will!”

Mike began to follow. The doors Will headed toward shone with a bright light, yet Will never reached them. Mike began to run, his footsteps pounding loudly into his head, desperate to catch up. To stop Will from leaving. To explain what had happened, that he had been a self-pitying idiot, that he had waited too long, and it hurt Will.

He had never meant to hurt Will. He had never wanted to hurt Will. It hadn’t been intentional, just wrong place, wrong time, wrong words.

Will Byers. Right person, wrong time.

“Will! Will!”

Will never turned, never acknowledged Mike. It was the same as all the others.

No matter how much he ran, no matter how much he called out, Mike could not get Will to acknowledge him. He would glance at Mike, before turning on his heel and walking off. He never got any closer, yet never got any further. It was like he and Mike were stuck on the same spots, a glass wall between them, drowning out Mike’s shouts.

It was the same. The same every single night.

#mike wheeler #will byers #byler #gay mike wheeler #byler fanfiction #the recent leaks are bringing some inspo back #also desperate to stop dreaming about this damn friend #he is purely platonic and always has been i just thought the idea would be cool for byler #the things you do when almost delirious from a migraine #my work

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