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animehideout · 3 months

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Gojo NSFW alphabet? Pretty please.

GOJO SATORU NSFW ALPHABETS

A/n: Thank you anon for this request, I hope you like it 🥹❤️‍🔥.

Warnings 🔞⚠️: SMUT NSFW MDNI

Note : If your request isn't posted yet it's because I'm still working on them, thank you for your understanding and patience 🤍.

A= Aftercare ( How is he like after sex?)

After a rough session Gojo would treat you right. He'll spoil you. He'll get you whatever you want, snacks, water, chocolate, takeouts? Literally anything you crave. He's a giant so he will cuddle you, and you can't escape his arms.

B= Body part: ( His favorite part of your body?)

He loves every part of your body, but your thighs are his favorite. He likes to burry his head between them. He likes to pinch them, squeeze them and bite your inner thighs a lot. Your thighs both calm him and excite him depending on his mood.

C= Cum: (Where he would prefer to cum?)

Definitely your face! He finds it extremely hot and attractive. It would turn him on more and gets him hard again at the spot. Just the sight of you under him while your face drips with his cum makes him go crazy, especially if there's some on your lips and you lick it, damn he would definitely go for another session, a harder and more rough one.

D= Dirty talk:

He's so into dirty talk, like he won't shut up while you're both fucking the shit out of each other. He's very playful, so exepct a lot of teasing. He's a confident man but dirty talk boosts his confidence even more, and it makes him feel very dominant. He's rough so he would give commands and makes you do as he says.

“Oh you think you can handle me? Okay then but don't say I didn't warn you”

“Oh you're enjoying that? my little slut”

“Come on turn around now, face down”

“Feel me fucking pound it”

E= Experience: ( Is he experienced? )

He's a busy man, he works often so he doesn't have time to get into shallow relationships or even one night stands so I don't think he's very experienced, but he's rather naturally good at it. Maybe because he's confident in his body and abilities and he follows his flow so everything turns out to be perfect for him. So when he gets into a serious relationship he'll give you the best sex of your life.

F= Favorite Position:

Oh Gojo got many favorite positions and he's good at each one of them. No matter what position it is, he'll reach your G-spot and make you scream from pleasure. But if I had to mention some positions, I'd say Against the wall?! He likes it when your back hits the hard wall from how rough he's pushing his length inside you while your legs are wrapped around his torso. Also I would say missionary! He likes being on top of you while he looks at how flustered expressions and the fuck faces you make.

G= Goofy: ( Is he goofy during sex? )

Goofy like playful but definitely not vanilla. He's rough, but at the same time chill. Idk if you get it, but like he's rough in a teasing way and not the very serious way. The type that makes you both smirk.

H= Hygiene:

This man is very hygienic, he cares a lot about his appearance and cleanliness and down there as well. He makes sure he's well groomed / shaved. Also his body smells really nice, like you'd be sniffing him the whole time when he's on top of you. His scent is sweetly intoxicating. In return he prefers his partner to shave/ wax as well.

I= Intimacy:

He can be sweet if you want him to be. But most of the time he's rough. He's a man with a lot of responsibilities hanging on his shoulders, so he'd like some tough relief you know, to take everything out. And he does, when he fucks you hard. Would ask for consent first of course.

J= Jerk off:

He would masturbate very often at the thought of you. Since he's always at work, both of you won't be having a regular sex life so to relieve himself when he misses you, he sneaks somewhere and pleasures himself imagining that you're the one giving him a hand job.

K= Kink:

Moaning? your moans turn him on more and more and encourages him to fasten his pace. Your whimpers / screams / panting boosts his confidence, proving that he's fucking you right. Also he's into praise words ( receiving ), oh man just tell him that you like the way his dick slide in and out of you, just tell him how good he makes you feel, tell him that you want only his dick inside of you and see how he's gonna make you see stars.

L= Location: (His fav place to have sex)

Anywhere! But his favorites are in the shower room, pounding you against the cold wall or in the backseat of the car, he loves how the windows turn foggy after literally destroying you.

M= Motivation : (What turns him on?)

When you bend in front of him to get something. Intentional or not, it would get him instantly hard. He just loves your body so much and wants to appreciate in every way including sex

N= No: ( Something he wouldn't do)

Threesome or more are a big no no for him. He would never share you with anyone. He believes that you're his and he's yours. End of discussion.

O= Oral sex:

Of course Gojo enjoys giving head and pleasuring you but not as much as when he's the one getting it. He's a bit greedy and very egoistic so yeah he'd care a lot about his own pleasure and you have to do a great job and suck the cum out of his dick. He likes the feeling of your hands and lips around his length, while he throws his head back in satisfaction while his orgasm builds up. He likes to challenge himself, so he give you the green light till he reaches his breaking point that gets him begging for you to stop.

P= Pace:

Starts slow but then turns fast real quick. He's not worried about making you cum fast, because he'd go for many rounds and makes you cum over and over again.

Q= Quickies:

As I said Gojo is a busy man so you don't have a regular sex life, so he'd grasp the chance whenever you see each other. Even if he's seeing you for a few minutes, both of you would sneak somewhere and have a quick sex. Of course he'll make it up for you with a long ass passionate night when you have time for yourselves.

R= Risks:

I feel like Gojo is open to try new things with you, anything except involving another individual in your sex life. So by risks I mean like he might try public sex, pleasuring you under the table during an important meeting.

S= Stamina:

This man doesn't sleep, he's got a lot of energy, so he can go as long as you can handle. Does he ever get tired? no. So you better prepare yourself for a long night.

T= Toy:

I can't see him using any toys on himself or on you. When he's pleasuring you he prefers using his mouth, tongue and fingers and not toys, nothing else can fuck you expect for him. He believes that a piece of plastic won't get the job done.

U= Unfair:

Satoru is the biggest tease ever. He likes to annoy you. Sometimes, he might edge you till you start begging and pleading for him to make you cum. He's so damn good at it. And he knows how to use his teasing into making you more horny and needy for him.

V= Volume: (Is he loud?)

Satoru is so damn loud. He'd moan, groan, growl, whimper... anything. He likes how your moans harmonize together, it's like music to his ears and it pushes him to his limits. He's not shy or embarrassed, nah he wants you to hear his moans, he knows very well how it turns you on. He'd moan into your ear, also breathes heavily which is so fucking attractive. Even if you're not making love he'd occasionally moan in your ear to make you all flustered.

W= Wildcard:

Despite being a confident man, not easily offended and no one can compare to him, he's still a pretty jealous type. Even though he knows no one can get near you or compete with him or steal you away, whenever someone looks at you in a not very likable way he'd get pissed off and turns on his protective mode. If you dare to tease him and make him jealous on purpose, you already know what's waiting for you. Yep, definitely jealous sex, and if he can't contain himself till you get home then he would literally make out with you in public while everyone is watching. Gojo doesn't really give a single fuck, he'll devoure you, slip tongue, steal your breath away while he's kissing you hungry kisses.

X= X-rays:

He's a big guy so you know what to expect. Your eyes would be wide open the first time you saw him. It is indeed huge and thick, got you nervous and wondering how it would fit inside of you but it did.

Y= Yearning:

He's always ready for you to take him. Always ready for sex with you when you're in the mood of course. Due to his schedule he won't be able to be with you everyday so that accumulation of a long ass week of missing you and wanting to be inside you got him all ready and horny for when he sees you.

Z= Zzz:

Nah he won't fall asleep immediately after that. He'll pamper you first, take care of you and make sure you're comfortable and not hurt after being a total freak in bed. He'll put you to sleep and watches over you then he'll fall asleep if he managed to.

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gabrielsbubblegumbitch · 3 months

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this may be hard to answer because we don’t actually know the characters too well yet, but what do you think vox and val actually *love* about eachother? it seems like it’s more than just sex between them, and i’m curious to know what you think their relationship is like outside the toxic or sexual parts

Anon, to me it is not hard to answer at all, I think about it constantly 🩵❤️ of course all I write is based mostly on my headcanons and interpretations.

So... What Vox loves about Valentino? First and foremost, he makes him feel free. Vox is very self-conscious; he has a lot of internalized shame that he tries to cover with his grandiosity and fake smile. Valentino is unapologetically himself, and no matter how annoying it can be, Vox admires it. He's like the least judgmental person, and except for his temper tantrums, he's quite chill. Vox can't handle something? Val doesn't care; he still thinks his boyfriend is smart and will figure shit out eventually. Vox discovers he's into some weird, socially unacceptable kink? Great, they can try it. Vox rambles for hours about sharks? Good, he has a passion; Valentino likes people with passion, he will listen, he likes his voice anyway. Vox, who has spent his whole life crafting this perfect narrative about himself, cherishes the opportunity to feel comfortable enough with other people (a lot of these things apply also to his friendship with Velvette) to act like an absolute idiot around them.

Also, I think Valentino can be a really amazing boyfriend - he can be funny, charming, and mindful of the other person. That's his whole thing; he deals with desires, and that's why people get addicted to him so quickly. In most cases, it inevitably ends with him taking absolute control over the other person and becoming abusive. But Vox is his partner, so he gets just those nice bits because Valentino knows he wouldn't be able to put him down like he did with Angel. Not that he'd want to; he likes having a partner who's equal to him, whom he can break only if he allows him to do so (yes, my reading of them is very BDSM-ish, don't @ me). Valentino wants to be loved, he loves the idea of love, surrounds himself with hearts but at the same refuses to adjust to societal norms in the way that makes him unlovable; every person he ever loved (in his mind, his obsessive desire equals love) rejected him eventually after he revealed his true nature to them. But not Vox. Vox accepts him as broken as he is, and despite all his toxicity, Vox is reliable, he's the most stable part of Valentino's life. He has the patience to deal with his mood swings, he can always find the solution when Val messes something up, he's willing to accept all the attention Valentino wants to give him, and he supports his passions (ruining lives, making weird porn and abusing people).

Essentially, their love is largely about finally finding the other person who is as bad as you are, who accepts you no matter what and helps you grow (become an even worse person).

And some additional things:

Valentino really likes how smart Vox is. He himself is impulsive and acts instantly on his urges because violence is always an answer so he's kinda impressed when Vox presents him with some elaborate plots.

Vox loves Valentino's creativity, aesthetic, and attention to detail. He really likes nice things, but he lacks the ability to understand the nuance that is necessary for creating art.

They both enjoy each other's sense of humor.

Vox really likes that Valentino is kinda dumb? He can take care of him, and he likes taking care of people because it allows him to prove himself as The Best Boyfriend. He doesn't necessarily gets the idea of unconditional love, so the fact that he has an opportunity to earn it makes him feel more secure in their relationship. That's also why he loves spoling Valentino with gifts which is perfect because Valentino loves being spoiled.

Valentino likes being a little silly when he's with Vox. At work he can't manage people with his competence, so he does it with fear. But yelling and throwing people around is exhausting; he sometimes wants to bedazzle his gun while watching some trashy reality TV and bitching about his hard day at work. It's okay because Vox is also a little silly.

Valentino generally helps Vox live life more. He helped him come out of the closet (in my headcanon Vox for his whole life struggled with internalized biphobia); shows him that emotions other than anger are acceptable and don't mean weakness; even small things like always insisting on getting nice meals (while Vox could live his whole life on black coffee and rice) or decorating their apartment with fancy yet useless stuff.

They're both power-crazy maniacs, so the idea of being with someone who is widely desired by others and could destroy them if they wished is just so incredibly hot.

Vox | Valentino | What they hate about each other

If you liked these you should definitely check out my fic

#vox #hazbin hotel #valentino #voxval #vox hazbin #ask #valentino hazbin hotel #staticmoth

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blue-rose-soul · 2 months

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Love ur au!!! You have so many interesting thoughts I just adore reading everything you’ve posted!

You’ve already established that Alastor would have exactly zero interest in any sort of bond with his dearly detested sperm donor but I was curious as to what you thought on whether Lucifer would want a relationship with Alastor? How would he approach that?

Hey, much appreciated! Honestly, with the first post I expected it to be a weird niche AU no one besides me would enjoy. I'm really glad you and others are enjoying it and I'm enjoying you guys' questions!

I do think Lucifer would want to try forming a relationship with his long lost son (that feels so weird to type, imagine how weird it would be for Lucifer to say the phrase aloud, lol). From what we've seen of him, he seems like a loving and sweet man who adores his family, even if he's not always the best at expressing that love. I think if he found out he had a kid out there, no matter who that kid was, he'd want to form some kind of relationship with them. Of course, Alastor being Alastor complicates things quite a bit.

They didn't exactly make a great first impression on one another, on top of which Lucifer harbors a lot of guilt for leaving Nicaise to raise a child alone, and Alastor to grow up without a father. Especially when he learns what happened to Nicaise later. Lucifer thinks it's his fault Alastor is the way he is, which... kinda sorta fair? Alastor definitely had an unstable childhood which certainly played a part in Alastor growing to become an unstable adult. That being said, ultimately there were a lot of outside factors contributing to that instability, and at the end of the day, Alastor's choices were his own.

I go with the 'Dexter-like moral code' interpretation of Alastor's murder targets. But I also think there was a fair amount of disproportionate retribution. A man who beats his wife definitely deserves to get beat back and then divorced, but not butchered like an animal. Granted, the culture being what it was at the time, it's doubtful Alastor's targets would have faced any other kind of retribution than what he gave them.

All this to say that Alastor feels perfectly justified in the horrible things he's done, and Lucifer blames himself for Alastor becoming this warped, vengeful person.

Lucifer's attempts to get close to Alastor are horribly, painfully awkward. Remember how he answered Charlie's phone call with, "Heeeeeeeey, bitch!"

Yeah.

He tries, he really does, but a lot of the times Alastor just shuts him down before he can even open his mouth. So he tries going to Charlie for help.

"Ooooof, see, here's the thing, dad... I want to help, I really do! But I'm trying to do this thing where I'm more respectful of other people's boundaries. I mean, I'd love to see you and Alastor getting along! But if he doesn't want to talk with you, I'm not going to force it? As long as you guys aren't fighting? I'm sorry."

And that's as far as Lucifer gets with Charlie. So he tries talking to Niffty and Husk, the two people in the hotel who know Alastor best. Niffty is... sweet, but not entirely helpful. Husk gives what advice he can, but he's got his own chip on his shoulder regarding Alastor, understandably.

"Look, Alastor's a mean son of a bitch who lives to make my life more of a hell than it already is. He's fucked in the head. Always has been. You might as well cut your losses."

That's disheartening to say the least.

I do want there to be a happy-ish end where reconciliation happens. But it would take a loooooooot of time and patience on Lucifer's part. Especially with Alastor making an active effort not to get close with anyone at the hotel.

#ask #anonymous #Hazbin Hotel #the Devil's Bastard AU #Lucifer Morningstar #Alastor #Charlie Morningstar #Husk (Hazbin Hotel)#wanted to say this up there but wasn't sure where to fit it in #Lucifer might try forming a bond by talking about Nicaise but that only serves to enrage Alastor #''Keep my mother's name OUT of your mouth''

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rogueddie · 2 years

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Steve is never mean to Eddie or really joins in when his friends mock him. He pointedly looks away, like he always does, forcing a laugh if someone specifically addresses him. Which makes Eddie hate him a little but also... fascinated. And when he starts looking, he notices the same with others. Steve never joins in unless pressed to.

So, with patience and a little stalking, Eddie manages to find Steve alone. He's so curious. He needs to know; "why don't you join in?"

Steve frowns at him, confused. He looks around like expects his friends to be there. He looks a little lost. "What?"

"When your friends decide to be assholes," Eddie raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. "You never join in unless they push. Why?"

"Why do you care?"

"I'm... curious. Bullying is their main hobby and you seem to hate it. But you keep hanging around them. Popularity mean that much?"

Steve glares at him, crossing his arms. "Maybe it does. You wouldn't understand that though, would you?"

"Ouch," Eddie snickers. He puts a hand to his heart like he's wounded. "But no, I wouldn't. Don't really want to. Seems boring, hanging around a bunch of people who all want to be like everyone else."

"Right. Whatever, man."

"Hey, woah," Eddie quickly jumps forward, blocking the door. "You didn't answer my question."

"You didn't ask one."

"Why don't you join in?"

Steve tries to stare him down, but Eddie doesn't back down. He eventually sighs, putting his hands on his hips.

"Why would I? You haven't done anything wrong to me."

"I haven't done anything wrong to your friends."

"That's nothing to do with me."

Before Eddie can try to press him for a clearer answer, someone pushes the door open behind him. They sneer at him, shoving him out of the way. Steve takes the opportunity to squeeze past them, through the door.

The conversation only leaves Eddie more curious, especially with how Steve seems to back off even more. He starts telling his friends to back off when they start to cross whatever line Steve has made up in his head. Eddie once saw Steve gently smack Tommys chest when he was snickering at the older Byers kid, who was putting up a missing poster for his kid brother.

It's weird to think that Steve listened. It's weirder to realize that, maybe, Steve feels stuck with the friends he has. Eddie knows that no one else would willingly hang out with, not now.

Not even him. Steve had looked at him one day, his popular circle abandoned him after some fight that left him bruised. Eddie had turned away, turned his back on him, focusing back on the conversation, focusing back on their next campaign.

He sometimes wonders what would have happened, what would have changed, if he'd let Steve reach out to him that day.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic #ficlet #s1 steve and eddie superiority #altorprecanon

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milayawr · 9 months

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Stolen Pieces (Part Two)

Nikolai Lantsov x F!Reader

Part One

Summary: Sturmhond gives you your first mission and you find something that catches his interest.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,914

Notes: Feedback is always welcomed, lovelies! And I think this will turn into a series, but I'm not sure how long it will be. Sorry if there are any mistakes.

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You were off your mother's debts. It felt like a fever dream or some incredibly perfect written fairytale, but on the contrary, it was very real. First, you thought it would all be gone when you woke up and you'd be living your miserable life but you were assured when you actually woke up to the real world.

This morning you woke up with the sounds of waves crashing on the ship of Sturmhond, Volkvolny. So that was the moment you finally understood that they all really happened, and you were all right, except for the fact that the owner of the ship wanted you to work for him. You didn't know what you were going to do. You asked the Shu girl, Tamar, but she had said that only Sturmhond knew his plans and thoughts. He was a complicated man, and you already knew you would have a hard time with him.

So here you were in his quarters, waiting for him to do something besides observing you. You were preferably waiting for a good speech. He only hummed to himself, and it made you crazy. This man was an unbearable piece of shit that had helped you. You were grateful and all but… Did he really have to be this annoying all the time?

"Am I gonna have to wait for you to say something?" You said when you lost all the little drops of your patience. He stopped humming and looked at you in the eyes. "I can go if you'll keep looking at me like some— Anyways, just talk." You stopped yourself from saying any inappropriate word to him because that would probably cost you to lose a job before earning it.

"Like what, Sweet Y/N?" He asked softly, curiosity living in his voice as he spoke.

You didn't want to say anything but since he asked you just answered. "A pervert."

He frowned as the word left your mouth. "I think I have more honor than a pervert, but that's all right." He left the desk that he'd been leaning on and came closer to you. Every step of his made your heart beat wilder— you could even hear it in your ears. "I was thinking about the job I was going to give you. Asking myself if you could handle it, but I think you can handle it very well."

"I think you should have thought this the night we met." You said and he laughed. His laugh felt like rays of sun after a rainy day, and you could see a rainbow over there when you tried to picture it in your mind. It was a beautiful sound to hear.

"Okay then," He took a deep breath. "I want you to be my spy." You looked at him with a confused face. "What? Everyone has them these days, so why can't I?"

"I never said that you couldn't. I just don't understand why me. You really see a spy in me?" He was just a delusional stupid pirate. Did he really claim he saw a spy in you? He was definitely wrong.

"Well, you stole my money while most of my crew was on the ship, didn't you? Also, you stole many people's money and never got caught. So, yes, Milaya, I saw a spy in you. Maybe not the best, but still, you can be a good choice."

You didn't know what you should give a reaction to, the way he really wanted you to work as his spy or the fact that he called you sweet girl?

You talked when you made a decision, "I was a thief, not a spy."

"Semantics."

"How come?"

"Well, you see, a thief steals money and a spy steals information. Same thing, different handwritings." He smiled to himself as your expression changed into something more relaxed. He was kinda right, you thought. "Look, I hate to do this, but I paid your debts, and you will be twenty without any money to pay to a red-haired bastard. You owe me this position."

He was right again. You owed him and saints you didn't know what to do because being someone's spy scared you in a way you've never felt. It was a tough job to handle, and you were experienceless.

"I'm not sure about being a spy. Don't you have another job for me?" You started to pout as he shook his head. "Then maybe I— I can go?"

"You don't want that. It will cost you another debt. I don't want to force you, but this is not how you negotiate."

You hated him for being right, and you hated yourself for being stupid and asking stupid questions. Just accept it, a sound inside of you said.

You took a deep breath and answered, "Okay, I can be your spy, I guess." He clapped his hands once, and before he had a chance to speak, you opened your mouth to speak again, "But only if I can decide what I am going to do. I won't go on any mission that will probably kill me. That would be foolish for both of us."

Sturmhond looked rather excited by your decision. "You think I would do that to my one and only spy?" He took your hand and give it a small kiss. "We will be a great team Y/N dear." Then he went to his desk and handed you a paper. "This is the guy who promised me some kruge, but I think he's trying to scam me. I want you to go to his place and take some information. Such as his possessions, family, and secret lovers— if there are any. It's very easy."

You read the name of the guy— Jurren Clasen said Sturmhonds perfect handwriting. You've heard him before, you knew he was rich but you also knew not as Pekka Rollins. Maybe there was a moment you had to steal his money, but you could not recall.

"Are you going to threaten him with the information I'll give you?"

"What would you do if I said yes?" He huffed when you gave him a frown. "I'm not gonna threaten him, I am just trying to understand if he ran out of money or just dumped me."

You released a deep breath. "Fine, I'll go tonight?"

He nodded, "Tonight's fine."

"Okay."

"Okay." He mimicked your word as you shoved the paper into your pocket. You didn't say any other word as you head for the door. "Any information that will give his financial situation will do, Milaya."

Again, sweet girl. You rolled your eyes as your heart reacted to the stupid word. "Understood." You said before you left.

You decided to read the note again. There was only his name and address. There were some rumors about Jurren Clasen and Jan Van Eck, the people had claimed that they started to work together in some way. You knew that Jurren was not powerful to be in the Merchant Council, so you thought maybe Jan Van Eck was only using him— If the rumors were true, of course.

You went to the quarters that you shared with Tamar since you had nothing to do, and you didn't know anyone in the crew. You had no one to talk to or spend time with. You just had yourself as always. You knew that you were all alone since your mother died, but it wasn't a problem. People always get used to loneliness until they get sick of it. You weren't sick of it yet, but you were afraid of the day that you will.

It made your stomach turn. The idea of losing the will to live scared you. You had to find a branch to hold on to and erase the thought of a rope to hang yourself to. The will of living was in there, you just had to dive in and rise it to the surface.

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It was deadly dark. It reminded you of the night you met Sturmond. It was practically yesterday, but it felt like it was ages ago.

You found your way as you tried to trust the dark. The outside was cold and it made you shiver. No one was awake as you expected. You only hoped that he was not in his study room.

You felt like a ghost who hides beneath the shadows as you climbed and reached the window of Jurren's study room. Carefully you looked inside, feeling relieved when you saw no one. You opened the window with the little knife you had. You and the knife had a special bond because it was with you the whole time you've been a thief. It was sad that you only trusted the unanimated things.

The moment you were inside the mansion, the time stopped. As quiet as a mouse you started to look for something that would work. He had said any information, so everything was what you were looking for. Just find anything and go.

Quietly you searched inside the drawers. You tried to read every piece of paperwork and his notes. After checking all the documents that you could find you turned your eyes to the desk. You looked into the notebook that lay there. It had plans and arrangements for his works. That should do, you thought. You opened it without giving any harm and started to read it. You understood every word except for one— Jurda Parem. You had no idea what it was but it sounded strange to you. So you noted it on the paper that you brought with you. You would probably forget the word if you didn't.

When you heard voices you hurried up and left everything in their places. You, fortunately, had time to go outside before they got into the study room and unfortunately, you could not see who they were.

The next stop was Volkvolny. You never looked back while you ran. You slowed yourself when you reached the harbor where the ship waited for you. Your breath got stuck in your lung because of the run and you needed air more than anything. The thought of it would've been funny in another moment.

"You're back! Fantastic." You heard his voice when you stepped on the deck. "What did you find out?" You needed to catch your breath so you didn't say anything and gave him the paper. "Jurda Parem? This sounds interesting."

"You know what that is?" You asked.

"Not exactly, but now I will have to do my homework." He checked you for a moment. "Anything else?"

You gave a brief moment to think about everything you've seen. "He has a wife but no children, but I guess you already know that. I don't think he has a secret lover because his diary is full of his wife. He has another house near the University District and his bank is full of kruge according to the documents in his drawers."

"So he did not suddenly become poor. Why does everyone think that I am a fool?" He muttered to himself and you couldn't help but reply,

"Maybe because they think stealing and saying aarg is the only thing that pirates do?"

His expression changed into a frown. "I am a privateer, Milaya. Please don't make me repeat myself."

"Good night, pirate."

You heard him laugh as you walked away. His laugh was indeed beautiful to the ears which listened.

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#nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lanstov x y/n #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov imagine #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #grishaverse fanfiction #grishaverse #shadow and bone #sturmhond #sturmhond x reader #fanfiction

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animeomegas · 1 year

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Hi! I love your works I'd like to request what the omega naruto boys would have as their "ideal type" of alpha if that's okay. Or just them being smitten with their intended alpha please (or maybe a bit of both?). Thank you so much.

Hey, hey!! I don't think there would be only one type of alpha for each boy, but I will write some stuff that crops up in my head for them in a bit more of a generic way :D I also just picked a handful of characters! Hope that's okay!! <3

Naruto boys' 'ideal' alpha

Naruto:

He needs an alpha that shows love for him overtly and in every movement that they make.

Someone who won't get annoyed in the middle of the night if Naruto asks 'do you love me? 🥺' or accidentally kicks them in his sleep.

He wants someone with a sense of humour that matches his own.

He needs someone who thrives when all his friends are around, who lets him indulge by showing them off and bragging about them constantly. Extroverts are his type, I think, but social competency is not required.

Naruto really, really wants someone who will make him feel like the centre of the universe when they look at him. Someone who loves like he loves. Someone who looks after him, but also lets him look after them.

Sasuke:

Patience is key in an alpha for Sasuke.

He needs someone who takes things slowly, but calmly. Someone who knows exactly when to take things seriously and when to wave problems away as no big deal.

Someone who loves to travel, but also someone who loves to hunker down at home.

He needs someone strong, physically and/or emotionally.

He needs someone who understands that he pushes people away because he's scared of how much they mean/could mean to him, who treats his trauma as important, but also as something that doesn't have to define him completely.

Most importantly though, Sasuke needs someone dependable, someone he can trust to always be there, prioritise him and always love him.

Brains are optional though.

Shikamaru:

Shikamaru needs someone who understands him. He is so often misunderstood, and while that doesn't bother him, he feels like melting inside when his alpha sees directly into his soul.

He needs someone to say no for him, to ask him what he truly wants from his life and support him in that.

Shikamaru wants someone who loves to massage him as much as he loves being massaged. Someone who will give him head pats and back scratches.

He knows that Naras can get a bit intense sometimes. He wants someone who indulges that passion, but he needs someone who knows when to indulge and when to snap him out of it.

Shikamaru needs someone who gets along with his friends, because he's the type who brings his partner to everything he gets invited to.

Ultimately, he needs someone who makes him feel excited to be awake.

Chouji:

Chouji is a family man through and through. He needs an alpha who will thrive in his family, one way or another.

Food is at the centre of his family too, so an alpha that is some kind of foodie is ideal. He doesn't care if they don't eat meat, or dairy, or they're allergic to nuts, he and his family will always accommodate them, he just wants them to be adventurous with food, to take a spoonful of what he's cooking and tell him what they think.

Chouji also wants someone who communicates brilliantly. Someone who says what's on their mind, but is always tactful enough to avoid hurting others. He wants to hear their thoughts and feelings and have his listened to in return.

This may seem strange, but he'd love an alpha that often remembered their dreams. He almost always remembers his and loves to share and compare over breakfast and other down times.

What Chouji really wants in an alpha, is someone to spend time with. Garden with him, got out with him, watch films with him, cook with him, anything and everything, as long as he's together with his partner, he's happy.

Shino:

Shino needs someone who can appreciate silence, who never feels awkward when Shino is quiet, or takes a while to think about what he wants to say.

He needs someone who appreciates and adores his little quirks, cherishing all the trinkets he brings them and weird bug facts that he shares.

He wants someone whose gaze never strays from him, never stares at others for too long, who calls him beautiful and means it.

Shino doesn't need for his alpha to love bugs as much as he does, in fact, that's his thing, he would probably feel strange if they were as knowledgeable as him. No, he just wants someone who knows about his bugs, sees his bugs, and doesn't let it change the way they treat him or think about him as a person.

Shino secretly wants an alpha that will feel comfortable putting an arm around him or holding his hand in public. He blushes every time, but just knowing that an alpha would show off their relationship makes him feel secure.

What he really, truly and deeply needs, is someone who will love him for who he is, not in spite of who he is.

Kiba:

Kiba needs an alpha who thrives in chaos, someone open minded, always willing to try new experiences.

He needs someone fiercely loyal. Kiba is that way himself, and the feeling of being more loyal to someone than they are to you is a bad one. He wants a ride or die relationship to the very core.

Kiba wants someone with a great sense of humour, who can laugh at themselves and everyone else. He swoons over alphas with big, loud laughs.

Being a dog lover is key to any alpha for him.

He wants someone honest. Someone protective. Someone that smacks him on the butt whenever they walk past him.

Most of all, he needs someone that understands that him and his family work a little differently, and who wants to try to be a part of that. Someone he can make strange noises at or flop on top of without them making it weird.

Itachi:

He needs someone who will gently tuck his hair behind his ears when it falls in his face.

Someone who can remind him to look for small pieces of joy amongst the trauma, drinking expensive tea, watching the rain and trying new dango flavours.

He thrives with a calm person. Someone who speaks gently and rarely gets overwhelmed with emotions.

He needs someone who doesn't judge him for the awful things he has done, ideally someone who can treat him like the traumatised young adult that he is.

He lives for an alpha that will only look at him. He's secretly a jealous person, as all Uchiha are, and although he hides it, he would thrive with an alpha that indulged that side of him with reassurances.

He doesn't want someone who will try to argue with him on his plans to die at Sasuke's hand, or someone who will push him to treat the illness he thinks he deserves.

He doesn't want someone like that, but he needs someone like that. An alpha that can walk the line between upsetting him and letting him die.

Brains are optional.

#chouji #itachi #sasuke #naruto #shikamaru #shino #kiba #hcs #a/b/o #omegaverse #x reader #reader insert #headcanons #alpha!reader #omega!naruto #omega!itachi #omega!shikamaru

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sunsetzer · 5 months

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Assorted FFVI headcanons because these blorbos live in my head rent free: Edgar edition

- He became king at 17 and had to keep up an alliance with the people who killed his father alone for ten years, this man absolutely has anxiety

- Is used to suppressing said anxiety because he has to be dependable

- Definitely had a breakdown at some point in front of his friends and felt mortified; his friends don't judge him for it

- Workaholic- buries himself in his duties so he doesn't have to think about his feelings

- Tinkering as a means of comforting himself

- Actually quite the artist, especially sketching plans for machines, totally has a little notebook somewhere with rough sketches of various things and people he's encountered, Relm finds it at some point

- Doesn't hate kids but really also has no idea what to do with them if he's asked to watch them, will agree anyway (especially if it's for Terra)

- Always forgets to drink enough water

- Used to both hot and cold weather since he lives in a desert

- Outfit covers his whole body to protect from the sun but is very breathable so he's not overheating

- More of a survivalist than you'd expect him to be, especially knows a lot about the desert

- Can MacGyver the most seemingly unrelated useless objects into something useful

- The constant skirt chasing and flirting is intentionally exaggerated and he is not actually Like That to the level it seems

- Very bisexual, definitely has/had a thing with Locke or Setzer or both and also has a thing for Terra (good thing he's got two hands!)

- 100% would be down for polygamy

- Blonde hair is weird for a desert dwelling people with darker skin (related: I just cannot picture the figabros as white, they would burn so bad in the desert) but it's a Figaro royal family thing and of course Edgar is proud of it and vehemently refuses to cut it at all, impracticality be damned

- Uses some kind of special conditioner so even though the desert is hot and dry, his hair is very soft and shiny

- Figaro's native dishes can be notoriously spicy so the twins have a high spice tolerance

- Edgar absolutely deliberately chooses the spiciest dishes his country has to offer when entertaining fellow politicians he does not like, and his guests can't really complain because spices are one of those things that mean status and whatnot, so refusing a spicy meal is like slapping Edgar in the face, so he's just sitting there having a nice time and the other guy is internally on fire (yes he did do this to Gestahl and Kefka, the latter of which barely had a reaction to the pain and deeply unsettled him)

- Zero patience for nobility who look down on common folks

- Visits South Figaro incognito to check on his people, some of them have figured out it's him but they keep quiet about it

- Had the death penalty abolished in Figaro very early on in his reign

- Was personally responsible for the invention of air conditioning

- Gets adorably excited when talking about machines, will completely forget that not everyone understands technical jargon

- Very sentimental, has a collection of mementos from his travels, definitely still has the Gerad getup

- Will never admit it out loud but at least one of his friends has figured out that he can be calmed by stroking his hair, like a cat (it was probably Locke, they've known each other the longest, he definitely tells the rest of them because it's adorable and silly, yes Sabin was already aware of this)

- If he had a choice he'd be living in a little workshop building and repairing things for people instead of running a country

- A little bit vain but not obnoxious about it, mostly because he's supposed to keep up a certain image as the king

- Actually enjoyed being Gerad and not having to be proper all the time

- Is not stuck in Figaro all alone after the game because I refuse to believe they'd all just go back to doing their own things, instead his friends show up to pull him away from working himself to death and help take some of the burden off of his shoulders

EDIT: Can't believe I forgot my own headcanon I've already posted about but: migraines

Can you tell I think a lot about Figaro and the twins, because I think A Lot about them, I think the desert kingdom is very neat and desperately want to see it rendered in modern CG (I can't help imagining it would be like the desert region in ff16 every time the plot sends me there; please square I beg of you)

#i know there are more bullet points here than there were for setzer #i got carried away #i tried to keep it contained in my first post and then the brain rot just took over in the second one lmao #anyway i will yell about how much i love the twins and figaro any day of the week and at anyone #edgar roni figaro #final fantasy vi #ff6 #final fantasy 6 #ffvi #my post #i want more fics about pre-game edgar and i think i will have to write them myself #so be it

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odd-one-advocate · 7 months

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only friends ep10: brief thoughts on all the pairs

SandRay:

"Sand, please understand me. Being with me requires patience."

They absolutely NAILED this episode! The way they handled the progression of Sand and Ray's scenes was so satisfying for me. I mean, I'm aware that Sand and Ray had their fair share of issues in previous episodes, but let's put all of that aside because this episode was about Sand's efforts to get Ray the help he needs.

From Sand's initial attempts to persuade Ray to go to rehab, the adorable flirting between them, to Ray testing Sand's courage (revealing his truth to his dad) without ACTUALLY making him to do it – it was all brilliantly executed.

And I couldn't help but CHEER when Ray tossed his bottles into the trashcan. LIKE THAT'S MY MAN! The entire confrontation between them after Ray discovered that his dad paid Sand to take him to rehab was SO intense. I CRIED. Like it's definitely one of, if not the best scenes, from this show.

FirstKhao's performance really touched me deeply, and Ray's emotional monologue in rehab at the end was incredibly heart-wrenching. It was a realization that Sand had been there for him all along without expecting anything in return. I must say, they executed this episode exceptionally well!

BostonNick:

"I'm nasty too. Don't we deserve each other?"

BostonNick has always been my favorite OF pair, hands down. Their dynamic can literally be summed up with, "Don't we deserve each other?"

Because, yes! Like people portray Nick as a pitiiable victim of Boston's manipulation, who lacks self-respect, but it's FAR MORE COMPLEX. Nick isn't just a sad heartbroken loser. He's also a nasty person, as he admits.

Both of them have engaged in toxic behavior and done hurtful things, but deep down, they are just human. The reason Nick keeps returning to Boston, despite attempting to move on, is his pure love and understanding of Boston, a connection that no one else shares.

Nick has gone to great lengths, stooped really low, to attain Boston. So obviously, he cannot judge or punish Boston for the terrible things he does. Because they're equally deranged, your honour! Nick GETS Boston. And that's what moves Boston, especially because friends simply abandoned him without giving him a chance. They didn't even try to hear him out when he tried to defend himself. They all left. But Nick? Nick came back! Even after everything! Even after promising he won't!

Nick is the only one willing to give him another chance and risk it all for him! This sets Nick apart in Boston's life because Boston struggles with love & hurts people, but Nick is the one who believes Boston deserves love.

And damn, are they perfect for each other? Boston using the same method Nick originally used to seduce him in the first episode, a photo on his phone, to win Nick back? Delicious. Boston admitting that he doesn't take good care of things he owns? Nick saying that some things can't be replaced? Lovely metaphor game.

And then the rooftop scene. Obviously, both are trying to grow and become better, but it's clear that change doesn't happen overnight. Despite Nick promising he'd never show up in front of Boston again, he ends up on the rooftop with him. And Boston, who's trying to be more responsible with what he cares about, still attempts to act like he doesn't care when Nick arrives. Their personalities haven't suddenly transformed; they're simply trying to become better versions of themselves.

Boston slowly lowers his guard and decides to be vulnerable. And what actually flipped the switch for Nick is Boston admitting that he misses him, the first time Boston genuinely expresses something akin to love for Nick. And then all hell breaks loose. For the first time, they make love, not just fuck. Ugh, they stole the show.

TopMew:

"You won't believe anything I say right now. But I will prove it to you."

I'm sooo sorry, but for some reason, TopMew have never resonated with me. I think it's because they've never had a truly sincere connection?

Initially, Top was interested in Mew simply to "try" being with a virgin, which is why he pursued Mew. He eventually develops real feelings for Mew, but by this point, Mew is unsure if Top's intentions are genuine. Mew tests if Top meets all his "criteria" or not. When Top finally "checks all those boxes" & Mew finally starts to trust him, Top ends up cheating on him. And now that Top is trying to win Mew back, Mew seems to be using Boeing as a way to teach him a lesson.

Their entire relationship feels like a game where each one is trying to gain the upper hand over the other. The "3-month dating rule" almost feels like a challenge. Initially, Mew plans not to sleep with Top for at least 3 months to see if Top can commit. Now, Top is attempting to prove that he can sustain a relationship for more than 3 months. Their storyline is honestly the worst for me.

I'm not suggesting that they don't have feelings for each other, but I don't find their dynamic enjoyable, and I'm not convinced they should end up together. I don't know if that'll change?

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average-giant-kissing-enjoyer · 9 months

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G/t July #19: Trickster

"Welcome, Mr. Nilsson. You may open your eyes now."

Giles Nilsson blinked deliriously at the sudden bright light and the sterile white of this holding cell. He was seated in a chair, a white chair, at a table which was also white, and he wore a pitch black suit that he knew he didn't own. Across from him sat a stranger in white, the man who had addressed him a moment ago. This had to be some kind of weird dream. How did he get here?

"You may be wondering where you are right now," said the stranger in a calming baritone. "Unfortunately, I am not at liberty to say. Anyway it doesn't matter. You are here because I have a choice to present to you. Once you have made this choice, you are free to go."

The stranger pulled out a small black box and placed it on the center of the table. On the top of the box was an enormous round red button.

Nilsson perked up suddenly. "Hold on, I know this one. It's one of those sadistic choices where I have to push the button or die. Who are you again?"

"Ah, I forgot to introduce myself," said the stranger. "I am Loki."

"Uh, like the norse god?"

"Exactly," he said. "I am he."

"You're a god."

Loki nodded. "Yes. The gods are real. All of them. All of them except for Set."

Nilsson was sure he was being pranked. "Wait, why Set?"

"It's obvious," Loki replied. "I don't think I need to explain it."

"But all the other Egyptian gods are real?" Nilsson asked.

The god rolled his eyes. "It feels like we're straying from the topic a little. Mr. Nilsson, I have brought you here as I have brought many others because there is a choice you need to make - a choice that will determine the course of the rest of your life."

"But all choices determine the course of the rest of my life," said Nilsson.

"Shut up. Wouldn't you like to know the choice?"

Nilsson thought for a long moment and then nodded. "But if you're going to offer me money on the condition I kill people or something then the answer is no."

That answer seemed to please Loki, who smiled slyly. "Nothing quite so obvious. See, you humans are always so concerned with morality and feelings. Far too few of you are easily tempted to murder, even for millions of dollars."

"Then what happens when I press the button?"

"Patience, Mr. Nilsson," Loki said, waving one hand casually in the air. "If you press the button, you will be shrunk. And - "

Tap. Giles Nilsson had already pressed the button.

Loki paused with his hand still in the air. "What are you doing?"

Nilsson shrugged. "You said the terms. I pushed the button. Can I go now?"

"I don't think you understand, young man," said Loki, a look of confusion crossing his face. "If you press the button, you will be shrunk a little. For real. I am going to take inches off your height. I am a god and I can do that."

"Neat," said Nilsson, pressing the button again. Tap.

"Stop that! I haven't even explained the other part of your sadistic choice."

Nilsson froze. Somehow he had forgotten that. What if someone had to die because of him? He'd pressed it twice! Were two people already dead? "Oh god, what's the bad thing that happens?" he said, his voice flat.

"That is the bad thing!" Loki growled, grabbing at his hair in frustration. "I'm going to shrink you, but…"

Tap.

"Mr. Nilsson, I don't think you understand. Your choices are cumulative. For every time you press the button, I shrink you more."

Tap.

Loki yanked the box back out of his reach. "Okay, you have to wait until I finish talking. For every time you press the button, I take an inch of your height in exchange for cash. The more you press, the smaller you get, but the more money you make. The pot starts at 1 dollar and doubles every time you hit the button."

"But then I shrink," said Nilsson.

"Then you shrink," Loki repeated.

"Okay, so what's the limit? How many times can I push the button?"

The god looked genuinely unsure. "Nobody's ever pressed it more than… wait, that's none of your business."

Nilsson took advantage of his brief confusion to reach across the table and wrest the box out of his grip. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Why isn't this thing working? I haven't shrunk at all!" Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Just as quickly, Loki grabbed the box right back. "You get shrunk all at once at the end of this. I don't think you realize. This is permanent. You'll be tiny forever!"

"Give me that!" Nilsson cried, diving over the table and tackling Loki to the ground. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"Well I hope you like being a little guy!" Loki roared. "I lied about the money! I am the trickster god. You've fallen into my trap! You are - "

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Loki pushed Nilsson off him and stood, while the man kept tapping the button. "That's it, I quit. Humans are weird. You're sick. I'm done trying to trick you people. STOP PRESSING THAT BUTTON"

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #agke microfic #sfw gt #g/t july

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undreaming-fanfiction · 1 year

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For the writing prompt, I'd love to see your take on 26 of you feel so inclined 😊 I love your writing!

I'm so, SO sorry this took so long. But the prompt you chose was so good I wanted to do it justice and...well. Have an almost 8k fanfic instead of a drabble, I guess? Thank you so much for your support, reblogs and comments, they always make my day!

26: “I think I’ve been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again.”

Second Time's The Charm

Summary: In 1983, strange things start happening in Hawkins, Indiana. Barb Holland develops an irrational fear of water. Will Byers feels constantly cold and weak. Steve Harrington seems to have a concussion, but there's nothing on his pretty face. Eddie Munson watches all these events unfold without knowing that this is only a beginning to a story where he also has a role to play.

1983

Eddie Munson knew all his life where he belonged. Not literally, he'd never had a stable home until Wayne took him in and he still half-expected his uncle to run of patience with his petty crimes one day, no matter how many times the man grasped his shoulder - gently, so much more than his father ever had - and repeated he'd never, ever give up on him. But he always knew his rank in the world's pecking order, he was the trailer trash, the freak, the kid of a criminal. His life had been decided for him the moment he was born, he would live on the edge of the society, make friends with his kind of people, hopefully not crossing paths with the more privileged ones for too long. Like jocks. Like the King Steve Harrington.

It was all just a giant joke. They never spoke much in school, Eddie got held back once and they ended up in the same class, but something happened with King Steve in November of 1983, shortly after one of the girls in high school, Barbara Holland, got an inexplicable panic attack and developed fear of water, out of the blue. Eddie had no idea what was going on with that, but he saw Nancy Wheeler, Steve's rumored girlfriend, comforting the girl, and maybe he saw something in her eyes, something...haunted? Like a piece knowledge no one should ever have to retain, a curse no one would ever understand. Or maybe he was just imagining things. Surely he was. Still, it made a sick addition to his latest campaign.

With King Steve, there was no grand break down, no new phobia. One day he was his usual self, a giant douchebag ruling the pathetic pile of dung that was the high school hierarchy, shoving people away and making cruel remarks with Tommy Hagan. The next day, he wobbled into the morning class that Eddie miraculously also managed to get up for, pale as a sheet of paper. He sometimes touched his nose as if there was something wrong with it - a ridiculous notion, it looked as perfect as ever. Eddie assumed Steve had overdone it the night before and was pretty hungover, but that wasn't it. Steve suddenly became more quiet, cut off Tommy and Carol and fully dedicated his time to his girlfriend, Nancy Wheeler. Even if there were rumored falling outs, they overcame all of them - until they didn't.

1984

Their breakup happened in late 1984, Eddie couldn't be bothered to remember the date, but he knew about it. Everyone knew about it, just as well as about the new usurper king, even douchier Billy Hargrove. And sure, break ups had their weird sides, people got all glassy-eyed, sniffling and scrunching their faces like a badly done origami (not that Eddie would know from experience, but he'd seen enough of high school drama to last ten lifetimes), but what was happening with Steve Harrington definitely wasn't just that.

Just like the last time, the change happened overnight. One day he was moping in the typical teenager fashion, the next one he made his way to the school and fucking wobbled. Eddie had no other name for it, Steve didn't seem injured but his eyes were unfocused, traveling almost lazily between other students, as if he couldn't see anyone, not really. He couldn't maintain his usual stride, having to lean against walls to support himself. Eddie was convinced Hargrove would make Steve's life a living hell for that, one last blow to put the former king out of his misery, but the new ruler seemed to be in a bad shape too, avoiding Steve like he had the plague and sometimes touching his neck, as if there was something there - but it wasn't, Eddie's eyes were sharp and there. Was. NOTHING. He was dying to know what was going on, but no way was he going to approach either of those two and ask.

And as if that day wasn't fucked up enough, as if Harrington didn't keep switching between all signs of a concussion and anxious fidgeting, as soon as the last bell rang, he grabbed his bag and, not even bothering to stash anything in his locker, bolted outside. Eddie couldn't help his own curiosity, he pushed away all the thoughts about what killed the cat and followed Steve outside, maybe he'd get an answer, maybe he'd finally understand what's happening.

But of course not.

What he saw confused him even more. The jockiest of all jocks he'd ever known was standing in a circle of middle school kids, having a heated discussion. Eddie felt a pang of fear for the kids, but Steve wasn't angry, wasn't bullying anyone, he even gently touched shoulders of the curly-haired kid, as if making sure he was fine. He couldn't understand much of what was said, but he caught bits and pieces - "I was sure I was going crazy-", "why can't we remember" and "trigger the memories of what happened, we can't remember the future yet," that one was the weirdest.

Eddie could have stood there for hours, but then a loud crack of the door reminded him that eavesdropping on Harrington was a death wish. He vaguely registered older Byers and Nancy Wheeler rushing towards the group, joining in on the conversation, and he reluctantly turned his back to them, headed for his van.

When he drove past them, he noticed one of the kids watching him. She was almost scrawny, her hair short and curly, and he managed to place her as Chief Hopper's adoptive daughter Jane. Yet another mystery in this small town, how the notorious drunk got sober and managed to adopt a strange, quiet kid.

The others were still lost in conversation, but Jane stared directly at Eddie as if she could see right into his soul. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but then closed it shut and turned back to Steve.

Well, that was fucking weird.

1985

Steve graduated and Eddie did not. At this point it was a fucking joke, he was pretty sure there had been some kind of beef between the principal and his shitty non-parental figure, the infamous Daniel Munson, back in the days. Eddie was determined to graduate this time and vowed to keep the amount of trouble to if not none, then at least minimal. He kept dealing because no one wanted to hire the Munson's son, no matter how stupid the job was, and he'd be damned if he cost Wayne a cent more than he had to. The next year would be his year, damn it.

Summer came and with it more weirdness, new kind. Hargrove went from condescending and flirty - even trying to hit on Wheeler's mother, Jesus H Christ! - to strange as hell, paranoid, almost remorseful. He found a job at the pool as a lifeguard and soon, the other girl, Heather, became jumpy as well. Billy no longer drove like a maniac, took the craziest routes he could to avoid one part of the town and Eddie couldn't figure out why. There was nothing there, just steelworks or something. There were even rumors that Billy started reluctantly patching up the relationship with his step-sister, Maxine. They were seen in a diner, hunched over untouched food, exchanging worried glances and talking in low, rushed words. Not that they were friendly, god no, but the animosity disappeared and there seemed to be something they shared, something ugly that bound them together. Eddie remembered Nancy's eyes from that day in 1983 and didn't like the similarities one bit.

The Hawkins Post suddenly announced a week long break, no explanation. So many people checked into the hospital with burning pain in their stomachs, sparking conspiracy theories about a chemical leak, water poisoning, all that, but there was no proof and no number of examinations could uncover what was causing this. Everyone got gradually discharged and the whole episode was swept under the rug as mass hysteria. Fitting.

Harrington became best friends not only with one of the nerdy kids, Dustin Henderson, but also with a girl from Eddie's new class, Robin Buckley. Just like that. She was in a band, she kept making jabs at Steve's lack of love life (and yes, Eddie might have snuck in to see what new mysteries the ex-jock had and caught a glimpse of the work uniform that would haunt his dreams and never let him get an ice cream cone without his ears catching fire). And once bloody again, the change happened suddenly, overnight.

Buckley and Harrington were slinging ice cream, making poorly concealed jabs at each other, closed shop and went home. The next morning they rushed to work an hour early, locked themselves in the back room and talked without even opening the shop, or at least that's what the rumors were. When they came out, they both looked sickly green and sweaty, unsteady on their feet, handed in their resignations and moved on to their next job, together. It was probably for the best because - yet another fucking mystery! - people stopped frequenting the mall and it became a ghost town. No reason, no explanation. Once again, overnight.

1986

Eddie tried to get used to the weirdness. Chief Hopper got together with Joyce Byers? Sure, that apparently happened now. Billy packing up his Camaro and leaving during the night after punching his asshole of a father right in the jaw? Pretty chill for the town. A guy from California named Argyle suddenly appearing at the Byers' doorstep as if he always belonged there, introducing the monstrosity of a pineapple pizza to the once - hah - peaceful town of Hawkins? Sure. Chrissy Cunningham smiling at him like he was the best thing in the whole world and buying some sleeping pills off him? Okay. The known conspiracy theorist Murray Bauman moving into the neighborhood with a housemate who couldn't speak a single word in English. Yep, typical Hawkins.

But some of the weirdness crept into his life too. He became so accustomed to only observing all of the crap that he never suspected he'd get dragged into it too. It all started with the new school year, when he saw a buch of unhappy looking freshmen in the cafeteria and he just knew. He didn't have a hunch, he didn't have to think at all, something pulled his gaze towards them and before he knew it, he was marching towards them and dragging them off to sit with the Hellfire Club. They didn't protest at all and, unlike Jeff and Gareth, they had the same uneasy feeling that he was experiencing. That their meeting was no coincidence.

Steve Harrington didn't disappear from his life completely, even though it might have been more comfortable, more convenient. Eddie nearly choked on his drink when they wrapped up the first Helfire session with the newcomers and who the fuck did roll in to chauffer them home? Of course it was him. They sometimes met in the school corridors, quiet and abandoned by then, only nodded at each other in passing. It meant nothing. And that was a lie.

A tiny thought was nagging in the back of Eddie's head, like a forgotten song that begged to be named, and it drove him crazy - something in Steve's presence triggered that realization, that unshakeable certainty that he knew something about him that others couldn't see, couldn't understand even if he'd taken hours to explain. Not that he'd be able to do so - how could anyone explain that when he passed the other boy in the hallway, his sides started aching in a strange phantom pain, his heartbeat quickened and there was a sense of relief, easiness on his mind? I'm so glad you're okay, his heart repeated over and over and Eddie felt like he was going crazy, except not, because Steve would freeze at the same moment, clutch at his sides too and stare at Eddie, his eyes warm and unguarded.

Eddie did his best to keep his eyes on the finish line, the possible graduation shining like a beacon in his future. It wasn't easy, the mutual animosity with Jason carver turning into strange staring matches, tension in the air palpable. They should have been sniping insults at each other, but they couldn't bring themselves to do that, there was something terrifying just round the corner and Eddie found himself frozen, like prey when the predator circles it, prepares for the kill.

And then it happened. Chrissy Cunningham collapsed the evening of the championship game, screaming in pain and twisting on the ground, but there were no wounds, nothing to indicate what was wrong. People watched helplessly and Eddie suddenly knew, suddenly remembered - she died. She died and he watched it happen. It didn't even matter that he wasn't anywhere near Chrissy that night, he was in his trailer, practicing on his baby. Something just snapped and he knew instantly.

He stumbled from his bedroom and promptly threw up, barely making it to the small bathroom. The trailer ceiling was as clean as ever (which wasn't very much, but there were no tentacles, nothing leaking from it), but he couldn't believe anything he saw anymore. So when he finally rinsed his mouth and wobbled to the kitchenette to get something to drink, the tap on his door had him close to a heart attack.

It was Steve Harrington because of course it was him. Steve Harrington, the former King of the Hawkins high, squeezed past Eddie and took in his pale face, the circles under his eyes, and opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm so sorry you got dragged into this crap, Eddie."

From all the things Eddie Munson expected to hear Steve, this was definitely not high on the list. It wasn't even on the list. Anywhere near the list, not in the 100 mile radius. But the worst thing was - it made sense. In some twisted, forgotten way, he knew what Steve was talking about and that freaked him out just as much as the vaguely familiar sound of snapping bones reverberating in his head. "How...how did you find out about me? Being a part of...whatever this is?" he croaked out. "Is that why you've been so weird? Has this been happening to you too?"

Steve just nodded and dragged Eddie off to the couch, pushed him down to sit. He probably looked like he'd faint any minute, which, fair point. "Yeah. It started in 1983 for me. One day I just...do you know Barb Holland? Yeah, one morning I just woke up and knew she was dead. Except she wasn't." Steve's eyes were serious and Eddie wondered how difficult it must have been for him to say these things, these things that sounded crazy.

Steve took hours to explain, going through the history of what he remembered. How he knew in 1984 he simply had to check on Dustin and the others, how relieved he was to see them okay. How he and Billy looked at each other, never talked but knew of what happened in another time, another life. How Steve's head ached, how Will Byers spent a week feeling cold and numb. How he knew one day that he and Robin Buckley were friends, just like that. How when Chrissy collapsed, he suddenly knew that Eddie's life got turned upside down (a poor joke, but it still made Eddie chuckle) and the kids immediately called him to go and check on their friend, to make sure he was safe.

Eventually they both grew silent. Eddie was fidgeting, playing with his rings, because he didn't want to ask the question on the tip of his tongue. But he had to. "So...do you know what happens next?"

Steve shook his head and leaned back into the sofa. "Nah, man. We only remember when the time of the event or whatever it is passes. But sometimes we get premonitions, or that's what Dustin calls them. Like...you feel something is about to happen, you don't know what, but it draws you to someone."

"Like with Jason," gasped Eddie and Steve just nodded, waited for him to continue. "The bastard has been staring at me for weeks, I had no idea why, but I...I guess I do now. In the other life, he thought I did something to Chrissy."

"Yeah," breathed Steve. "That's it. We don't know, like, really know, but we feel it when something is going to happen to someone. And it's crazy, because sometimes these are people you never talked to, but you just know, you know how you're going to feel about them and it makes no fucking sense. But the feelings never go away."

Eddie was staring at him, suddenly aware of how small the couch was, how close they were. Because perhaps it wasn't a coincidence that Steve caught his attention, perhaps he hadn't been watching him out of mere curiosity for years. "They don't?"

Steve shook his head and moved closer. His and Eddie's knees were touching and Eddie's mouth suddenly felt dry. "Never. I think..." he bit his lip and Eddie was terrified for a moment that he'd stop, he wouldn't say what was on his mind. "I think I've been holding myself from falling in love with you all over again," he whispered, not meeting Eddie's eyes. "I've thought about it so fucking much and it made no sense, we never hung out, we never even spoke to each other, but there's something pulling me towards you and...god, you must think I'm crazy."

Eddie laughed, a tinge of hysteria in his voice. "After you told me we're re-living several years of supernatural phenomena from another dimension? I mean...yeah, it sounds crazy, but it explains so much. Because I've been feeling that pull you mentioned too and it's...what do we even do about that? Wait until we know how we...shit, I can't believe I'm saying this, but wait until we know how we get together?"

Steve was rubbing his temples and Eddie's heart twitched with sympathy, he looked so tired and all over this bullshit. "Would it be weird if I said I don't want to?" He licked his lips and finally looked at Eddie, so vulnerable, so open. "I don't know how this ends. Or when. But I know what I feel and if you feel the same, then-"

"God, yeah." The words were out of his mouth without consulting his brain first, but screw it, maybe his heart could take over for this. "Steve, I don't give a flying fuck how, I just...I feel like this is right, you know? And it's batshit crazy, but if you're down for it-"

"Yeah." They were so close, close enough that Eddie could smell Steve's cologne, and it was so painfully familiar. "I am, Eddie."

They kissed then, on the old couch in the cluttered trailer, but it could have been anywhere and Eddie would still consider it perfect. Steve's shoulders were strong under the Family Video vest and Eddie's fingers traveled across them, pulling him even closer, and Steve went willingly, holding onto Eddie's waist like a lifeline. And maybe it was - Eddie suddenly felt terrified because he remembered all those moments, all that pain exploding in his sides, and Steve's too - did they make it the last time? Did they survive whatever horrors Hawkins had in store for them? Was this their last chance to be together? Did they become lovers because they needed the comfort while saving the world?

He didn't say any of that aloud, not then. He just cradled Steve's head like the most precious item in the whole universe and kept kissing him. He kept kissing him on the couch, on the way to his bedroom, on his bed. The next morning too, before Steve had to leave for his job and Eddie to school. He was kissing him when another memory popped into his head, a scrawny kid from Nancy's newspaper being reported dead, and when they were wrapped around each other in Eddie's bed, he remembered being hunted and one of his pursuers dying, just like Chrissy had. "You're safe," Steve whispered against his forehead as he stroked Eddie's back between his shoulder blades as Eddie struggled to get his breathing under control. "You're safe and I'm here, Eddie, I'm here and if I can do anything to help-!"

They fell asleep together that night, talking about small nonsense, carefully avoiding any landmines like where do we go from here or do you think we'll go through the same shit like Chrissy. It didn't help that sometimes the memories appeared in one go, sometimes gradually, over several hours, as if to keep them all on their toes. But there was still nothing when they woke up, only more feeling of inevitable doom.

The next day, they met with everyone - all his Dungeons and Dragons sheep and their friend Max, Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, that weird guy called Argyle who still seemed to be half-stoned, half out of place, but most importantly, Jane Hopper and her adoptive family. Hopper tried to stand upright, but he often flinched, as if being hit. More and more memories flooded his mind every second, Joyce quietly informed them when he went for a smoke, memories of a Russian prison camp. "He feels constantly cold and hungry," she whispered, her voice trembling.

They filled Eddie in, all apologetic that he had to experience this side of Hawkins, as if they had had any choice in the matter when it first sucked them in.

"We believe it's a process of healing for both dimensions," Dustin explained and Eddie just stared at him because sure it would be, nothing to heal the rift between two different worlds like having them relive all the shit. "It's closing from the moment they properly connected, so 1983. The year Upside Down is stuck in. We think that it means we managed to sever the connection for good."

Eddie closed his eyes and sighed. If it wasn't for Steve's hand squeezing his shoulder, he would have had a more significant freak out. "That's great. But we don't know when that happened, right?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Okay. So, theoretically. If you're correct, are you telling me we can go through this for...what. Years? Decades?" Eddie's voice was getting more and more desperate as he spoke, hissing words between his teeth as if it pained him to even think them. "Are we going to just wait for whenever we stop feeling like shit? Just go through the motions of something we never did this time around?"

Nancy took a deep breath. She was holding Jonathan's hand and Eddie remembered Steve's comment on how in the other life, the whole Byers family moved to California. Having memories of a completely different place had to be way more fucked up than just staying in Hawkins, but what did he know. "We, um. We think that we're getting close to the gate being closed. The premonitions are getting more frequent and stronger, that's the only thing that has been happening gradually and not changing."

Eddie just nodded. "Great. Well, gotta say I'm excited for the big reveal. Are the guys who died in the other timeline okay? I mean. They don't..."

"Die?" asked Max, frowning. "No. From what I know, Billy is very much alive, and he died last summer. The...other last summer. He's not okay, I mean, not fully. But he's managing it, tries to work around the pains and fucked up memories. We...talk sometimes."

It was Argyle who lightened the mood. He was swaying from side to side, smiling at everyone, and just slapped Jonathan's shoulder as if they were discussing a soccer strategy. "Good. Let's throw a massive party when this shit is over, yeah? We've all been good, we deserve that."

It sounded good, too good to be true. And Eddie found out soon enough that there's no rest for the wicked. That night, Steve woke up next to him, screaming in pain and gasping for breath, grasping at invisible strands at his throat. Eddie wished it had been a nightmare because he could have woken Steve up, could have wiped his tears away and kiss everything better. But not when Steve took a gulp of cool night air that Eddie let in the trailer and still breathed in choked wheezes, not when he grasped at his sides, hissing in pain. Eddie could only do what Steve did for him a few days back, stroking his hair and whispering empty promises into the ragged breaths and silence of the night.

He really wanted to skip that morning, but Steve assured him he'd be fine, the memory of those hellish bats was still fresh but that meant they made it out. He'd just rest, he said, he'd rest and they would see each other in the afternoon. And Eddie reluctantly agreed. He said goodbye to Steve, kissed his cheek before making his way to the school, determined to leave that hellhole behind for good. The pain in his sides was sharp that day and he wondered if he'd learn what caused it soon, like Steve had...

And he had, oh god, he had learned. He went through several classes, waiting for the pain to subside, but it never had. Eddie was gripping his pen hard enough to crack the surface and he was breathing heavily, hardly able to concentrate on anything. What was even worse was that there were no new memories, no reason, but he could feel it creeping closer, breathing down his neck.

At the end of the fourth period, he couldn't take it anymore. He rose up, his legs shaking, and tried to excuse himself, but Mrs. Click was relentless. "I don't care if this is some kind of a bad trip you are having, Mr. Munson, but if you leave now, you are not going to pass my class," she spat at him as he stumbled from his desk and stood between opened doors, grasping his sides.

"It's...not that, I swear." Cold sweat was streaking down his forehead and his throat was raw, swollen. "I just feel really sick, I need to-!"

The eyes behind her glasses were stone cold. "The only thing you need is to finally get your priorities in order, young man. If you walk out that door, I will be seeing you again next year. That's a promise I- oh." She stumbled over her words and Eddie couldn't understand what was going on, what ended her tirade early, but then gentle hands carefully supported his back and he slumped against the familiar warmth of Steve Harrington.

"Steve..." he whispered, not daring to move. Was it possible that someone's presence could alleviate pain? He didn't know, but just a glimpse of that yellow sweater made him hopeful that he could make it through this. And then Steve moved to his side and Eddie could finally see his face. If he hadn't known how soft hearted Steve was, his expression would have terrified him.But it wasn't aimed at him, the beautiful face turned into a sneer was turned towards Mrs. Click.

"What is wrong with you?!" Steve snapped and the teacher took a step back, her mouth hanging open in a shocked expression. She'd never heard him speak to her like this. Speak to anyone like this. Steve had always been the goofy, light-hearted type, frustrating to deal with for his ignorance and lack of focus. But he'd never been threatening.

Eddie shook his head and regretted it immediately as a wave of nausea hit him. "Steve, it's fine, I can...I will just..."

Steve's hand squeezed his shoulders, his eyes never leaving the shorter woman still standing in the classroom. "No, it's not fine! You're in pain, I can see that, and this hag can just assume it's drugs? I'm pretty sure I did way more of that in my sophomore year, but I never got held back, never got denied fucking medical attention when I was hurting! So why, pray tell me," he turned towards the elderly woman, his voice drenched in venom, "why are you so certain that Eddie can't be in actual pain? Because it doesn't fit your narrative? Because then you'd have to admit how horribly, disgustingly unfair you've all been to him?"

She was shaking now, pale as a ghost. "Just go," she muttered. "Take...take Mr. Munson with you, I must have misjudged his condition. And please, call us if he needs to stay home to...to rest."

Steve huffed out a bitter chuckle, the anger lines in his face not disappearing, not yet. "I will do exactly that. And I will be back tomorrow to get the work he missed, because he's graduating this year. This will be his year. So be so kind," and if that didn't sound bitingly ironic, "and ensure that it's ready. I'll be here in the morning."

She weakly nodded.

Steve didn't waste a single second, as soon as he finished talking he flung Eddie's arm over his shoulder and carefully led him to the bench in the school corridor, kneeling in front of him. "Shit, Eddie. I'm so, so sorry baby. I could feel something really bad was about to happen, there were some signs for me too and I just wanted to make sure you're fine. I wish I never made you go to school today, I'm going to murder that hag, I swear I am," he babbled and stroked Eddie's cheeks, brushing away the cold sweaty strands of hair.

Eddie had to laugh at that, even though his sides felt like they were splitting open. "I'm pretty sure you saved my grade, Steve. And my dignity, I was about to faint there."

Carrying Eddie wasn't an option, Steve's phantom pains were still present and Eddie hissed in agony at every touch, every movement, so Steve just supported him back to the car. He drove slow, not making any sudden turns, anything to avoid causing Eddie more suffering. When they finally made it to the trailer, Steve just held Eddie in his arms as they tried to wait it out, the burning pain in their bodies growing stronger, more insistent.

"Tell me," Eddie muttered into Steve's shoulder, "what is your favorite fruit and why. I need to focus on something. So please bear with my stupid questions."

Steve slowly blinked. As sun was slowly setting, the pain around his throat was becoming more and more unbearable. But anything was better than thinking why Eddie was in such a bad shape, his body twisting and stiffening with agony more and more often. "Um. I like bananas, I think," he said and stroked Eddie's hair. "Not really because of the flavor, the shape is...well. Suggestive. But they remind me of when me and Robin became friends, back in Scoops. We always had some lying around for ice cream decoration or whatever. So when they weren't that good looking anymore, went a bit brown, we could eat them. When we...uh. Remembered, you know. We had to quit that place, but sometimes we still buy a bunch of bananas as a snack." He smiled against Eddie's forehead, the memory comforting. He knew Robin was hurting too, her throat sore along with her wrists and ankles, but they promised each other to call if things got worse. If they remembered. She was with Nancy, Jonathan and Argyle, the kids were also together. It was terrifying - they already had a routine to keep when they knew another horrendous memory was on the horizon. And it felt like this one was going to be the worst one so far.

Eddie chuckled, pained but still present. "Don't think I've ever seen you eat a banana. Has to be a sight to die for," he joked and something in Steve's chest went ice cold. No, please no.

He tried to maintain his light tone. "I'll make sure to get one the second you get better. And if you want, I can even eat it in my old uniform, to give you the full Scoops Ahoy experience, the dumb hat included," he promised.

"I'd like that," Eddie whispered back. "It's a good motivation to go through this crap and not jump under the nearest truck because I can't lie, Stevie, it's...not ideal. So fucking far from ideal." He grasped at Steve's t-shirt, pulling himself closer. "Do you think...do you think we'll keep the memories when the gate is closed?"

Steve carefully spread his fingers over Eddie's back, cradled him. "This is going to make me sound like a selfish jerk, but I fucking hope so," he admitted to the merciful darkness. "I can't...I can't even imagine not having this. You and me. Robin's friendship, Dustin, all the guys. I don't want to be the guy I was before all of this. Before you."

Eddie didn't say anything, just stroked Steve's chest. His breathing was getting faster and faster and Steve could hear the jarring sound of ground teeth. "Oh fuck, I think...this is-!"

And throughout Eddie's pained screams and Steve's stifled breaths, they remembered. They remembered the plan that went wrong, the swarms of man-eating bats surging towards Eddie and Dustin. Eddie recalled the agony of his body, Steve the one of his soul when he found Dustin curled over Eddie's lifeless body. Steve distantly wondered what this meant, the ground shaking and splitting, the spot where Vecna's body landed bloody but empty, if Max was suffering too, the rest of the Creel House team, and he prayed not, but the heavy feeling in his stomach said otherwise. He cradled Eddie through the spasms, the wails that gradually turned into quiet sobbing. "You're okay, love," he whispered to him, wiped away his tears again, like so many times this week. "You're okay, I swear you are, you are here with me." Maybe he was also trying to persuade himself that it was all over, that he could finally forget the image of Eddie's empty, unblinking eyes.

They must have eventually fallen asleep because when Steve came to, the dawn was breaking over the roofs of the trailer park. The shadows were blue and grey in Eddie's room and he hoped he could just hang out here one day, in all of the clutter that made Eddie himself. Maybe instead of fighting off pain and memories of the world ending, they could cook together, watch movies, talk about music, bananas and what else. He reached out to stroke Eddie's cheek, gently remove the hair that had fallen over his face during the night. His breathing still seemed ragged and Steve wondered if he was still in pain, but when he moved the curls behind his ear, he met Eddie's eyes, glassy and brimming with tears. "What's wrong, baby?" Steve whispered and moved closer to him. "Does it still hurt that bad? Can I...can I do anything for you?"

Eddie choked out a sob and tried to pull away but Steve held him to his chest. "I died, Steve. I died a week after we started talking."

"I know." The memory was still fresh in Steve's mind, all the blood, Dustin's cries. Having to leave Eddie behind because the gates were closing and no matter how they tried, they could not carry him into the trailer gate in their condition. Steve remembered swearing he'd go back, he'd bring Eddie home, but the gates closed, erupted in fiery lines. He squeezed Eddie's back. "I know you did, baby, and I'm so fucking sorry. But it's okay now. It's over for you, you don't need to worry-"

"Steve." The word was so tired, so broken that Steve had to pull back, look into Eddie's eyes. His tears weren't stopping and he was clenching his fists against Steve's chest. "Don't you get it? What that means?" When Steve shook his head, Eddie almost whimpered and buried his head in the pillow, inching away from Steve. "If I died that night, Steve. And I did, I'm pretty sure I did...when did we get together? Because from what I remember, we were barely friends before those fuckers tore me apart."

Steve took a deep breath. "Oh. That's...okay, good point, but-"

Eddie sat up, groaning in pain, and buried his face in his hands. "Yeah, good point indeed," he chuckled, but there was nothing humorous in it. "I knew it was too good to be true. The best thing in my life? It was just a giant misunderstanding. We never had anything, it was all guilt, just fucking guilt." He was speaking quickly, hands muffling his words, and he wouldn't meet Steve's gaze. "Maybe there were unvoiced wishes from my side, but we weren't even friends, not to mention lovers. I just assumed, I wanted to-I needed to believe that it was true and I'm so fucking sorry, Steve."

A calloused hand found its way onto Eddie's covered back and ran comforting circles there, as if Eddie just hadn't uncovered that the entirety of their relationship was based on a giant lie. "What on earth are you sorry for?" asked Steve. He didn't even sound angry, just concerned.

Eddie froze and finally shifted sideways, staring at Steve with wet, puffy eyes. "Huh?"

Steve's hand didn't let up, he only moved closer, enveloping Eddie in a hug that had to hurt his back, the weird angle and everything. "So we never got together in the other timeline. So fucking what," he laughed and Eddie thought for a moment Steve must have injured his head during their fight with Vecna because how didn't he see he'd basically scammed his way into his heart? But Steve knew, Steve knew and didn't care, and what a fucking emotional roller coaster. "You were so worried about just repeating everything, that we had no free will in whatever would happen. Isn't this exactly what we hoped for?"

He decided to be selfish for a moment. Closing his eyes, Eddie leaned into Steve's warmth. "I don't see how in any version of the past, present or future you'd hope for ending up with me, Steve," he whispered, still waiting for Steve to come to his senses.

But he didn't, god, Steve was still with him and Eddie prayed he'd never change his mind. "You should," he smiled and mouthed at Eddie's jaw, kissing his ear until the stiff muscles in Eddie's shoulders relaxed. "Shit, Eddie. This is not us repeating what we went through. This," he said and grabbed Eddie's hand, held it to his chest, "is what I've been praying for since you died. I don't know if I survived, if I lived through the rest of it, not yet. But knowing you died, I...I feel so happy I didn't wait this time, Eddie. This is everything to me. A second chance. To know you, to understand myself, to see if I was deluding myself when I thought there was something..."

Eddie shook his head and turned to Steve, covered the tanned hand with his own. "You weren't," he croaked out, squeezing Steve like a lifeline. "There was something, like...a massive something. I tried to push you towards Wheeler because you seemed so miserable, but I...I wasn't lying I was fucking jealous, Steve. But not of you. Of her. Of the way you looked at her, I guess I only then realized how much I wanted that for myself and when I remembered all that, it made me feel like I cheated somehow. Like I got you when I wasn't supposed to." The words were leaving his mouth at a breakneck speed, unfiltered and raw, but he was past caring. Steve was here, Eddie was alive and it all seemed like a giant fucking miracle.

Steve tugged on his arm to lie back down and snuggled next to him, peppering Eddie's face with tiny kisses. "There were so many things that weren't supposed to happen. Trust me, I have a list. But this...this feels like the only thing that was supposed to happen. The only thing that makes going through all that worth it, and I never thought anything would be, but I...I would gladly go through it again, those hellish years, if it meant I'll get to have this. Have us."

Eddie was laughing now, the tears on his face drying, but not really, because there were new ones. Tears of joy. "I feel like I should be yelling at you right now. How can you just ...just say that you'd go through the ugliest, most gruesome thing ever, just to have...me? But I can't, I fucking can't yell at you, because I get it, I would too. Die again, get eaten, whatever. Stupid, so goddamn stupid. Both of us."

They were giggling, grasping at each other in the comfortable silence of the dawn. "Maybe that's why we're a good fit," mumbled Steve against Eddie's lips. "Maybe that's why whatever we have just works. And I want to keep it, keep you, if you let me."

Eddie batted his lashes at him, attempting to look shy but failing. "I think I can squeeze you into my schedule."

They met with the rest of the group of the other 1986 that day, after Steve stopped by the high school and collected Eddie's missed work. As soon as they entered the Wheelers' basement, Dustin crushed Eddie into a hug, sobbing and babbling nonsense, and Steve went immediately for Max, pale and exhausted, embracing her like the small miracle that she was. "Shit, Red, if I'd known I'd never have agreed to the plan," he muttered against her vibrant hair while she sobbed quietly into his chest. "You're the bravest person I know and I'm not letting anything happen to you this time around, you hear me?" They were still shaken, some of them in pain that might never fade, but they were alive, they were together and that would have to do. Hospitals were full again, Jason Carver collapsed in pain that he described as his insides melting, and Steve couldn't help but feel a little vindictive. More "mass hysteria", more phantom pains of all injured and dead in the earthquake of 1986 that never happened.

Steve and Eddie remained inseparable. Wayne accepted that the Harrington boy lived with them now, too consumed by relief after remembering losing Eddie, and welcomed having someone around who cared about his nephew so much. It was coming to an end, slowly but surely, and it was Eddie's turn to comfort Steve now, hold him through new memories, new revelations, new pain.

"I think it's coming soon," whispered Steve when pangs of pain became worse and worse, his head and limbs feeling like they caught fire, and they both knew what it meant, knew but never said it, and when the moment arrived, Eddie was ready. The second he got the call from panicked Robin, he immediately shot outside and drove like crazy to the Family Video, to Steve who was twisting and turning on the ground, grasping at his head, his jaw, biting his lips enough to bleed to keep his screams down. "I'm here, Stevie," whispered Eddie and sat next to Steve, pulled him to his lap while Robin slumped next to them, mumbling that Vecna must have knocked her out at that point, grabbing Steve's hand and holding onto it, afraid to let go.

It was fortunately a quiet day, but Eddie still insisted on covering for them. "Let me be the dead man walking for a bit before you steal my shtick, baby," he smiled at Steve and kissed his sweaty forehead, moving him so he and Robin were next to each other. She was sobbing into her hands now, probably remembering how she woke up and Steve was gone, not just gone but disfigured, consumed by Vecna like everyone else.

"He jumped in front of El," she whispered and wiped at her tears, smearing her mascara everywhere. "He actually hit Vecna with that baseball bat, can you believe it? We were losing, losing so bad, and Vecna came after El and..."

"Of course he did," said Eddie and smiled fondly at Steve who was comforting Robin to the best of his ability. "Of course he was the one who saved the day."

It was ten in the evening when Eddie's phone rang for the second time that day. It was El, breathing heavily and probably still crying, but she laughed into the receiver and told Eddie: "I closed it. I closed it for good and that's where everything ended. I think that is when we returned back. There should be nothing else. No more pain, just..." She sniffled and there was a rustling of a tissue. "We can live again. We did it."

Eddie smiled into the receiver, his mouth hurt from the wide grin but he couldn't help it. "You are a star, little lady," he told her and meant every word. "Thank you, thank you so much."

"You too," she said and Eddie feels warmth in his chest, as if he actually belonged somewhere. And maybe he did. "What you did...what everyone did. We all did it together. I'm not a star. We are all stars." A muffled voice behind her interrupted Eddie's tearful answer and when she came back to the phone, she sounded even happier. "Dad says we will have that celebration tomorrow. Can you and Steve come over?"

"Wouldn't miss it, even for the second end of the world," he laughed and after a few assurances and agreeing who should call who, they end the conversation.

Eddie turned around and Steve was there, leaning against the door to his room. As if he'd always belonged there, as if there was no timeline when they were strangers. Eddie walked up to him and wrapped his arms around his middle, mindful of the memory of broken bones. "So," he whispered and perhaps there was a tinge of fear to his voice because Steve returned the embrace, firm and secure. "Do you...feel any different? Are you forgetting things? Do you..." The question burned on his tongue but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Steve just shook his head and kissed Eddie's temple. "Still crazy about you, Munson," he whispered and grasped Eddie's hand, kissing it too. "And if you're worried I'll ever forget I love you, I'll just have to tattoo it as a reminder. For both of us."

Eddie's mouth opened into a surprised O. "How are you even real, Stevie?" he asked, staring at Steve from underneath his bangs. "How the hell did I fall in love with such a sweet guy and have him feel the same? This goes so much against the Munson doctrine I'll have to rewrite the thing."

"Make it the Munson-Harrington doctrine," said Steve and that was it, Eddie was melting and floating and his heart was about to burst, all of that at once. "Because we're in it together, baby, and I have a few ideas."

Eddie winked at him, shyness be damned. "Is one of those ideas kissing me?"

Steve pulled him closer and grinned, inches from his face. "See, great minds think alike." And then they kissed, wrapped in each other for the first minute, hour, night of their new lives.

Their laughter rang into the night, as quiet and as safe as nights in Hawkins, Indiana could ever be.

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