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steviewashere · 1 month

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Leaving is Hard, But Loving You is Easy

Rating: General CW: None Apply Tags: Post-Canon, Post Season 4, Future Fic, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst With a Happy Ending, Eddie Munson is Leaving Town, Saying Goodbye, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Kisses, Making Out, Love Confessions, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington

💕—————💕 He watches Eddie Munson leave in the middle of a Wednesday evening, 1991. It’s just turned 6:10PM and the sunlight is dipping low. There’s a chill in the air. Though he’s wearing a sweater, the breeze is felt more with the expected absence that will be left. Maybe he shouldn’t have befriended the guy over the last several years. If it meant he’d be standing and staring at the guy’s back. Watching him lug boxes into a van that’s probably older than the both of them. Toying with the collar of his sweater like the soothed over fabric will warrant him to not be so lonely. Maybe it doesn’t help that it smells like cigarettes. Steve doesn’t smoke anymore.

“That’s everything, I think. Well, I’m hoping,” Eddie’s saying, turning around. His voice is low and raspy tonight. Like it is when it’s been overused. Makes sense, considering he’d been talking through goodbyes and big plans and sincere farewells. Steve’s the last on his list. He’s not sure whether to feel heartbroken or…Who is he kidding? Of course he’s heartbroken.

One doesn’t become friends with somebody like Eddie Munson and then not be overcome with emotion when he leaves. But also. He doesn’t want to just be friends. Steve holds to himself, tight around the elbows, hunching inwards. Maybe if he’s small, the leaving will hurt less. He also doesn’t allow himself to look. Instead focused on a spot of rust on the van’s bumper. At the brand new DMV sticker on his license plate; it won’t expire for a while now. When he’s not even in Hawkins anymore. When he’s long gone elsewhere.

Eddie sits down right where Steve’s looking. Legs extended in front of him. A cigarette dangling between his chapped lips. Not even lit up. He doesn’t have a lighter right now anyway. Steve should know, Eddie’d been complaining about it for the last three days. He mumbles around the stick, “I’m not going to miss this place.”

“Really?” Steve finds himself asking. Though, he realizes it comes out more as a sigh. A breath. A certain type of mourning. He zeroes in on the knee hole of Eddie’s jeans. Large and manmade. Rippling on the edges and cinched oddly from strings of taut denim that Eddie has since plucked away. Probably from toying with the hole too much. From being restless on Steve’s couch during movie nights or birthed from slow lulls in Dungeons & Dragons campaigns or simply made from being shoved over in games of tag at Hopper’s barbecues.

“Well, yeah, Stevie,” Eddie says. As if it should be obvious. “People don’t like me ‘round here. I’ve felt that way for years. Now it’s my chance to leave.” He sighs through his nose. Like he’s actually smoking the cigarette in his mouth. Then, he continues quietly, “The only good thing to come out of…That hellhole and everything…Was the money to keep me silent. Put it away safely. Now, I’m gonna use it to find myself in a place where I’ll just be a speck. Nobody knows me, that kind of shit.”

Steve nods slowly. Agreeing minutely. If only because Eddie wants him to. “There’s not going to be anything you’ll miss about Hawkins?” Why does a part of him want to hear Eddie say his name?

He shrugs. “I mean I’ll miss having band practice with my buddies. And the Hellfire Club because I started it, y’know? I’ll always have an ache in my heart towards Wayne and the trailer, the first place that ever felt like home.” Eddie plucks the cigarette from his mouth and rolls it back and forth between his index finger and thumb. Both ends are practically dry. He’s staring at it. Contemplating. Then, he sighs mournfully. “I’ll miss the first day I came here. How everything was small yet meaningful. How after a week of walking around town, the folks at all the stores knew my name and my favorite things. Benny…Back at Benny’s Diner, you know the place, he had my favorite order down. I’ll miss the people nobody knows anymore.”

But then he looks dead on at Steve. And Steve burns with how intense everything has come to be. In the space of reconstruction after what such disaster he’s experienced, Eddie’s eyes and his bared soul are enough to nearly knock him down. Take the wind out of him for the moment.

“I will always miss the people here, Steve,” he rasps. “The ones that mattered.”

Steve swallows. “Makes sense,” he musters. Then, he does something he knows will destroy him, he sits down next to Eddie. Shoulder, hip, the outside of their opposite feet connecting in a warm line. His clothed elbow scratches roughly on Eddie’s bare one. He looks out at the space in front of him. The dirt road that gives the idea of a driveway to Forest Hills. At the dead grass that has since wilted from the winter weather. He notices the imprint of their shoes. Dangerously close together. He sighs.

Eddie’s quiet next to him. No longer fiddling with the cigarette. Still where he sits. Stoic in thought. “You’re the best of them,” he whispers.

Steve hums questioningly.

“You,” Eddie says, again like it should be obvious. “Steve, you’re one of my favorite people. Did you know that?”

“No,” he murmurs. “No, I didn’t know that.”

Gently, Eddie nudges his shoulder. Knocking them loose, but settling back warmly. Like he can’t get enough of them touching. Simply sitting there. Doing nothing. Saying goodbye. “Well, you are. You changed my whole worldview. Taught me how to be a better friend. To rid of a lot of my stupid high school bullshit. You’ve—“ He takes a moment to himself. A silence. Contemplating again. Searching. “—You’ve been there. For me. For everybody. A guiding hand. A voice in the darkness of a nightmare. A fixture. You’re wonderful. An experience that I don’t think I’ll ever—“ His next word is muffled.

Muted by Steve’s mouth on his. A hand to Eddie’s cheek, cupping him. Another to the back of his head, tangling hair around his fingers, pushing them together. He moves his lips slowly. Savoring. How Eddie’s lips are slightly cracked, yet plush soft. The breath that puffs onto the corner of his mouth from Eddie’s nose, apparent in the way their heads are angled to meet each other. He doesn’t explore with his tongue. Not at all. Leaving this to the simple movements of one another, the carnivorous way he tastes Eddie. Placating this goodbye with years worth of emotion and yearning, bottled up in his ribcage, and overflowing like a rolling boil.

Though when he takes a breath, he’s forced instead to gasp. To hiccup. To sob. Eddie carefully grasps him by the cheeks. Pulling him back enough to take a deep, swallowing, consuming breath. His thumbs tickle under Steve’s eyes. Patting at the warm skin. The edges of his fingernails gently press into the soft give of his bottom eyelids.

“Stevie?” He questions lowly. “Sweetheart, you’re…You’re crying.”

He sniffles noisily. His hand crumples in Eddie’s hair, probably tugging at the strands, but it’s not shown on Eddie’s face. Instead of answering, he dives back in. Pressing more firmly. Squishing the tip of his nose in Eddie’s left cheek. Slicking their chins with his spit. Stuttering through gasps, sobbing on his lips, squinting with every soft cry. He can’t even fully see Eddie’s face. Not his eyes, which he fell in love with first. Or the way his cheeks are lighting up red, given by the warmth radiating onto Steve’s own skin. He can’t see and he can’t breathe, but he’d be damned if he stopped right now. His other hand moves down to the side of Eddie’s neck, squeezing as if attempting to choke him out. The rapid thrum of Eddie’s pulse under his thumb. He thinks if he were to die in this kiss, he could be resuscitated by Eddie’s beating heart alone.

While Eddie is enthusiastic to respond, his eyes don’t close in bliss. And he doesn’t move further into Steve’s space. If anything, he’s inching away. Pulling again at Steve’s head. Forcing them apart. “Steve, you don’t want to—“

“You’re everything,” Steve is sobbing out. “Everything to me.” He swallows harshly. His tongue is heavy with saliva and emotion. “You stayed here with me after…After all the bullshit. When Robin left for school. And everybody graduated. When they moved on,” he’s rambling. He should stop. Get himself in line. Try to make sense of every word falling from between his lips. But he can’t grasp them. They flow. They spill. He’s boiling.

“Baby, I’m going, too,” Eddie cooed sadly. “I’m not staying here.”

“I know. I know, Eds, I know,” Steve mutters. He gasps through a hiccup, reigning in his tears, at least slightly. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Tell me what, Steve?”

He bounces his eyes back and forth between Eddie’s. Their roundness. And the dark encompassing color to them. How they pull him in like black holes. He could probably destroy Steve, especially with what is said next.

“I’m in love with you,” Steve confesses. “I’ve been in love with you,” he reiterates, voice cracking and wet and too thick. “For years, Eds.”

The hands on his cheeks slither down to his shoulders. For a moment, his head is heavy enough to careen him to the side. His head resting on the closed back door. He looks on with half-lidded eyes and a shiver against his spine. Eddie’s looking low at Steve’s chest, where his heart is. He squeezes the sweater material under his hands.

He swallows heavily in the stilled silence. Whispers, “I’m flattered, Steve—“ And Steve straightens back up, flailing a little to get out of this hold. To make his escape. To just leave when he isn’t wanted. But Eddie holds to him harshly. Keeping him still. “—I really am. But what you said doesn’t change my mind. I’m leaving.”

“Tell me, then,” Steve shoots. His voice flat. Lifeless.

“Tell you…”

“That you love me, too. Please tell me that.”

Eddie sighs again. His hands pressing harder on Steve’s shoulders. If it’s not his eyes, then Steve will gladly be ruined by Eddie’s hands. “Steve. That’s not a good idea.” He states it like it’s factual.

To hell with that.

“Then lie to me,” Steve pleads. “You don’t have to mean it. Just tell me—“

“I don’t want to lie to you, Steve. And besides, I’d only be lying to myself if I said it like that,” Eddie says. He moves his left palm up to Steve’s hair, pushing it back from his forehead. Tickling it down to where it touches the tops of his shoulders. Moves back up and dully scratches at his scalp. “I do love you, Steve. I do. I love you with every muscle in my body and every freckle on my skin. But…Sweetheart, you’re staying here. I’ll be elsewhere. And I know how you are in relationships. You like being near. You like being able to touch and cherish and hold. You like waking up next to them. You like having a person with you.”

Sometimes knowing Eddie Munson means being known back. And Steve should’ve realized that. He’s been privy to it thousands of times over the last five years. He’s been pulled from his darkest thoughts because of Eddie’s perceptive nature. He’s been taken care of in a lot of aspects. Distracted when he’s bored. Cherished when he’s lack luster.

He moves his own hands down to his lap. Folding them together so he doesn’t do something more stupid than what he’s already done. Something like hold on and never let go. Because Eddie isn’t his. And sure. Maybe they do love each other. Madly. Deeply. Infatuated practically. But Eddie’s right. He’s right and Steve hates that.

“You’re everything to me,” Steve murmurs. “I can’t just let you leave.”

Eddie sighs. A grievance. “Then we’re at a stalemate, baby. I can’t stay.”

“Then take me with you,” Steve says back. Quick as a bullet. Even his words surprise him. He startles back slightly. But his eyes remain on Eddie’s.

For a moment, they just stare at each other. Before Eddie blinks. Harshly. Tilting his head to the side. “Are you…You’re not just saying that, right? Do you actually want to leave? Because you didn’t want to before.”

Steve nods. “What’s left for me here anyway, right? I can just go to my house, pack my clothes, the few actual things I have, and we can go.”

This time, it’s Eddie who devours. Swooping in. Sucking on Steve’s lips. Nibbling. Holding onto him as to never let him go again. He barely moves to breathe. But when he does, it’s to whisper, “I would’ve loved you still anyway.”

“Hm?”

“If you didn’t want to come with. I still would’ve loved you. I would wait forever.”

“Well. I don’t want to keep you waiting. Help me pack?”

Eddie’s hands drift to his. He holds. Their fingers tangled. “As long as you won’t regret doing this.” His thumb is warm on the back of Steve’s left hand. It’s kind of funny. How big and moving Eddie seems to always be. Though, in this moment, every ounce of him is dedicated to devotion. To soft caresses and softer words.

Steve gives him a small smile. “The only thing I regret is not telling you that I love you sooner. Come on, Eds.” He tugs on their conjoined hands. “My life starts with you.”

💕—————💕 I thought about them not getting together. I thought about writing it so that Steve's love was unrequited. But I spared you. For today. Maybe not next time. We'll see.

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfiction #angst and hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending

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madamdionysia · 9 months

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ateez MTL likely to masturbate to their s/o's cologne/perfume? (i'm 19)

A/N: i can nOT help myself here. Also not in the requested format because I felt a huge need to elaborate, so it's more a reaction of them getting turned on.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: dacryphilia, masturbation, goofy romantic down bad teezers, they miss you :(, gn!reader, yeosang steals your underwear for a good cause, oral, pillow humping, slight possession/jealousy,

Hongjoong: It wouldn’t matter what scent so much to him as long as the fragrance was something uniquely yours. He wouldn’t want to smell it on anyone else except yourself and him. He definitely holds your scent as something very precious and uniquely you, like he would be heartbroken without it but if its on anyone else?? Hes going to commit crimes. If he’s ever getting off to it, he’s probably crying and missing you really bad. Probably just wants to be held, to have his head in your lap and fingers in his hair. It just feels like home to him.

Seonghwa: The two of you would either use the same scent, one that matches the two of you as a pair, or he carries a sample/travel spray to have a reminder of you on tour. Gets teased for being down bad when the whole group wishes they had that idea first. Your scent would be a comfort to him, one when he is desperate for you to hold. Would shiver and moan, imagining your lips around his cock instead of his fingers. Also the type to know which scents would suit your tastes best. Lowkey a candle guy too, that soft romantic vibe is a favorite of his. Not necessarily even for fucking, just seems like the kind of guy to like the vibes.

Yunho: It wasn’t even a spray, it was hardly a soap. For once, you are away instead of him and there’s this ache in his heart. And in his pants. So he ruts against your pillow, grinding his weepy cock against the fabric and eventually resorts to his hand to get himself off. His hair falling into his face as he spurts onto his chest. Sweet baby just misses you so much. Lets you pick a scent out for him :( Don’t get him started on your lotion.

Yeosang: Probably steals your underwear too. Would get you a fragrance sampler and let you punish him if he guessed wrong. Super particular, also would find you fragrances and such on tour. You might have a collection. Yeosang swears he doesn’t have a problem. Really really likes when you only wear a fragrance. Another one down bad on tour like help him please. Happily gets off to any of your smells, anytime, anywhere. Sounds and feels perverted, but Yeosang is just so sweet about it that you can’t find room to argue. Especially if he gives you oral. He’s just so desperate for you, like legitimately drunk on your scent.

San: So I’m in love with back muscles?? My brain consumed by post shower San, towel around waist, and wet hair plastered to his face. That towel tented as he raised yours to his nose. He buried his face in it, his body still dripping from his shower. High pitched moan, you know the one. Definitely not the type to sob when he misses you on tour, but definitely the type to jack off three times a day. Just wants to spoon you when he returns.

Mingi: Wouldn’t even realize how much he missed your scent when he was away. Discovers this one day when a publicist or reporter or interviewer or some other person he passively encounters that smells like you but is definitely not you and it throws him off. Not overly obsessed with it but no one else is allowed to smell like you. Not in the possessive way like hongjoong, more in a “help this is not my babe” kind of way. Lost puppy honestly. Probably buys you like eighty new ones each tour.

Wooyoung: Literally the weakest of the bunch, someone help him. Really really just wants to hold you close, skin on skin, etc. Either a big goofy romantic soft boy about it or grinding you into the mattress. Moans at the way your lips practically burn his skin. Wants to feel your warmth, denies he is missing you on tour. Smells your scent once and cries that night. Or facetimes you for some phone sex. Either or.

Jongho: He would catch a whiff of it and not think much of it at first sniff. Then he catches it on you again. And again. Soon the scent becomes associated with you and his mind grows dizzy if he smells it. Might also like smelling his cologne on you too. It’s his comfort, it’s what he smells when his lips are connected to your neck and he trembles under your touch. Less tied to his personal identity, it’s more like a blanket of warmth when he needs it most. Doesn’t seem the type to get off while on tour, but if he’s really desperate. Loves it most when he finally returns home and it’s stronger than ever.

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egotisticalmachine · 6 months

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one thing ive had to learn with my flavor of low empathy is that often, ill THINK im experiencing empathy, but its actually just me projecting my own assumptions about someones emotions onto them.

often its me projecting how i would feel in their situation, but it isnt actually accurate, because i as a pwNPD tend to have much different emotional reactions to things than other people do. so i end up assuming someone must be devastated over whats actually a small, inconsequential situation to them. most people arent that bothered by one small offhanded joke going unacknowledged in a group chat where theyre generally paid attention to and acknowledged, for example, but it does tend to bother me when that happens, so its hard to realize that others feel differently than i would.

or, i do that thing where i overestimate my effect on people - i assume that others are heartbroken if they dont have my full enthusiastic attention and approval, when really, really, its probably not a huge deal. but its extremely difficult for me to process that im not a focal point of other peoples emotions, so it takes a lot of conscious effort to REALLY consider their perspective, even though to me, assuming they need my approval FEELS like i AM considering their perspective.

or, often, what i first think is empathy is a trauma response. in my case, ive been made to actually be responsible for someone elses emotional well being, and made to feel like it was my fault if their mental health plummeted. so i overcompensate and panic and assume that people are having big emotional reactions to things, because a part of me is afraid of being responsible for someone elses self destruction, and my impulse is to go into damage control mode and coddle them. but its not even necessary because once again, im projecting assumptions onto them.

all of these go hand in hand, of course. and in all these scenarios, im not actually picking up on cues from the other person that would prompt me to feel what they feel. its not affective empathy at all. sure, maybe someone is actually upset and im able to use a degree of cognitive empathy to understand that theyre upset, but the more i examine my thought processes, the more i realize its not even cognitive empathy a lot of the time. its just projection. its like, my own existence is so large to me that i really struggle to look past myself and my own emotions and self importance. and its been very helpful to recognize all this, and stop mislabeling it as empathy, because doing so allows me to look at situations more rationally and acknowledge what i dont know, so i can instead focus on communicating with someone to figure out how they ACTUALLY feel.

#low empathy #no empathy #actually npd #actually narcissistic #npd safe #this is fine for people without NPD to rb i just dont know if i should crosstag lol

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secretdestinypainter · 23 days

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Healing up with my broken heart:

“This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.” ~Elizabeth Gilbert

A long long time ago one of my closest friends Emily, went through a very terrible life experiencing a relationship, I Emily, went through my last breakup a few years ago. I thought I had paid my dues, cried my share of tears, and dealt with some deep wounds. I thought I was done. I was happy and in love, and talking about moving in with my friend.

One day we took a little vacation. We laughed and explored the desert excitedly talking about our dreams. Three days later I found myself sobbing on the floor of my tub, hot steam clouding around me.

Our breakup was quite beautiful aside from the shock and confusion. We looked into each other’s eyes. We smiled. We cried. We held each other. We said goodbye.

It might sound like we handled this well, and in many ways we did. We always respected one another. We never said anything hurtful or manipulative. I think that shows how much we loved and cared for one another.

But I was still a mess, deeply heartbroken and deeply depressed. It was the deepest depression I’d ever been in. I could do little more than cry and stare at the ceiling. Nothing in me wanted to stay in bed and nothing in me wanted to get out. It felt like torturous limbo with a crushing weight on my chest.

My mind couldn’t comprehend a day when I wouldn’t feel like this. Each night I fell asleep I prayed the morning would be different. But each day I woke up with a pang in my stomach and a heaviness in my heart.

Until one day I didn’t.

It wasn’t a miracle. My pain didn’t disappear in my sleep. But I started to feel better. The first day I was able to eat a little more. The next day I found myself laughing with a friend. I slowly started to be able to sleep longer hours and function more clearly. It was a snail’s pace, but it was progress.

If you’re going through a breakup right now the truth is that it will get better.

I needed to hear this over and over again from other people. When the pain is so intense it takes over everything. It’s very difficult to believe anything will change. I would call my mom in the mornings sobbing into the phone, “It still hurts. It’s not getting any better. Why does it still hurt?”

It’s supposed to hurt. Your heart is broken. You loved deeply, and now it’s over. One side of the coin is that endings are really sad. The other side is that endings are opportunities for new beginnings, and that’s really exciting, even if you can’t feel the excitement right now.

It was difficult for me to see that I was making any progress so I documented my days over those weeks. I found that there were five key things that helped me begin to heal:

I felt all the feelings.

I took advantage of my support system.

I gave myself love and compassion.

I took responsibility for my life.

I focused on me instead of him.

I can’t emphasize enough how important it is to allow yourself to grieve when your heart is broken.

Our bodies are intelligent. They can hold trauma for a lifetime. When we sob so deeply our chests heave and the tears fly out, our bodies are purging the pain. Allow this to happen. I was so tired of crying, but I would keep on doing it as I needed. I actually cried a little a few hours ago. It lessens. The pain lessens. I assure you this.

There were two or three people who were my everything during my lowest low. I used their support to get me through all of the times when I just wanted to give up on my life. I talked things through incessantly, something that can help us come to terms with the situation. Our minds need to process the change, especially if it was traumatic or sudden.

It’s really important that these are people who understand you, who are capable of being there for you in this way, and who are nonjudgmental. Someone who is going to say to you, “Honey, I am so sorry you feel like this. My heart breaks for you.” Not all of our friends and family are capable of taking on that role, and that’s okay. You just need one or two.

Through these first two steps I started to gain my own strength and identity back. I got to a point where I knew that only I could pull myself up out of it. I had enough moments of clarity through my pain that I was able to see what I needed to do for myself, and I gave myself so much love.

I honored myself and acknowledged that my heart was broken. I didn’t judge myself for being weak or stress out about being low functioning. I just let myself fall into my own arms.

I treated myself like my own daughter. I asked how I was feeling and listened to the response with compassion. I kept telling myself, “I am here for you. I am always here for you.” This type of love for myself helped the pain dissipate. It helped me to feel worthy of life again.

I am also someone, probably very similar to you, who is always looking to better myself. Nothing in life is isolated—we’re all connected and affected by one another, so I knew there were deep things about myself to look at.

Instead of focusing on my ex and why he left, I began to look at myself. I questioned what I was doing in my life that left me in relationships where men chronically abandoned me.

I didn’t put pressure on myself to figure it all out, but I allowed the question to be there. I invited the answers to come in as they needed to. I knew that whatever was most obvious was probably not the full picture — and it wasn’t.

Through a candid conversation with a very close friend, I began to discover some of my deepest fears. I realized that when I get very close to people I become afraid I will lose them, something that occurred repeatedly in my childhood.

When someone I was close to share a different perspective than mine, on some deep unconscious level I became threatened, and terrified this was the beginning of the end for us. Ironically, my fears of abandonment contributed to my relationship ending.

This kind of revelation is liberating when there is a lack of clarity in a breakup. I saw myself so much more clearly, and then I looked at the relationship from my ex’s perspective. I saw my newfound self through his eyes, and I understood how he felt. It all made sense.

One of the most important things I did that allowed me to heal was to focus on myself each time I thought of him.

This is especially true if you are not the one who wants to break up. I didn’t reach out to him at all. I gave us each space. I knew seeing him show up on social media would increase the pain so I used all my willpower to stay focused on myself. If I felt the urge to check up on him I reminded myself that I didn’t need to feel any more pain. This was enough.

I think now as a mature adult wouldn’t allow any wrong person to destroy my happiness, my success, and most importantly, my peace of mind. Loving somebody perfect is the best thing we can have and it is the best thing that could happen. But with someone who tried to ruin your abilities is not the right one. Girls you are the strongest creatures and the most valuable persons who exist, don’t let anyone bring you down or let your happiness be destroyed. Take a minute and think about who is the right one for you, more power to you guys.

#broken heart #heartbreak #back to life #no more sadness #women empowerment #relationship

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angelsanarchy · 8 months

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One Long Weekend: - Clyde/YN One-Shot Series CH 15

"How did you know I was here?" "Snow told me you thought I ghosted you. I couldn't let you think that."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @siriuslymooned @cc-luvr @crypticsewerslut @icarus-star @desert-springtime @shady-the-simp @izuoyarmin @mayathepsychic1999

MONDAY, 7:00PM

Clyde drove around the desert all morning. He considered going by her place one more time but he already felt stupid for going by the first time. He got desperate enough to call a few of the clubs but they were afraid he was some stalker ex boyfriend so they weren't giving him any details. Snow had asked him throughout the day if he had heard anything to the point he was now getting pissed about feeling like such a pathetic loser and decided to just turn his phone off.

If she didn't want him to find her, he would stop looking. He would rather be angry than heartbroken. Johnny and the guys stopped by and they ate together, making sure not to mention Y/n at all thanks to Johnny threatening them with bodily harm if they even thought about bringing her up. Clyde wasn't going to wallow. He refused to look like that much of a loser so when they decided that tonight they would get drunk and go to the skate park, he was on board.

Clyde knew that Johnny was keeping an eye on him because he kept checking in with him. He said Snow had tried to call but when he told him that he turned his phone off, he could faintly hear Snow yelling on Johnny's phone. He didn't want to engage with her so he pushed off the ground and rode away, cigarette in hanging from his lips. Once he had gotten decently buzzed, he popped the board up to lean against the fence while he scurried into one of the darker spots of the parking lot to take a piss. He tried not to think about how awkward it was going to be when they eventually run into each other at shows. He considered trying to talk the guys into a coastal tour but none of them had money like that.

"Yo! Clyde!" Johnny yelled out but Clyde didn't respond. He kept one hand on his cock and brought the other to the cigarette.

"Hang on man." He heard fast feet approaching assuming Beau was about to push him and make him piss on his shoes. Instead of a shove, he felt a sharp pinch of his ass cheek causing him to yelp.

"JESUS! What the fu-" Clyde was prepared to be pissed but a finger pushed his lips closed. Y/n was standing in front of him, freshly showered, hair down and wearing an outfit he hadn't seen before. He thought for a moment he was imagining it but she chuckled and cleared her throat.

"Can you holster that for a minute?" Y/n teased. Clyde quickly turned away to pocket his dick back into his jeans.

"What are you doing here?" Clyde asked wiping his hands on his pants.

"I've been looking for you." Y/n gave him a playful shove and Clyde nodded trying not to let his hopes grow.

"How did you know I was here?" Clyde started to walk around her and Y/n gripped his arm.

"Snow told me you thought I ghosted you. I couldn't let you think that." Y/n moved into Clyde's space carefully, hands in his pockets trying to remain calm.

"Before I explain myself, do you think maybe I could kiss you? I've been thinking about it since I left and I just-" Clyde allowed her to grip his face and kiss him. He sighed into her lips, unable to contain his excitement.

"I promise I didn't ghost you. Please know I've been trying to get back to you as soon as I could." Y/n pressed making Clyde smile.

"I look forward to hearing the brave story of triumph." Clyde tease gesturing to the hill for some privacy. The guys had taken random girls over there to make out but Y/n sat next to Clyde, body facing him, hand reaching to rest on his knee as he sat next to her.

"I didn't want to tell you why I was leaving so suddenly that other day because it's kind of hard for me to talk about things that are personal. I'm kind of stubborn when it comes to asking for help or letting people know that I actually have struggles." Y/n picked at the strings on Clyde's pants as he listened.

"I got a voicemail from the care center that my dad lives at. He had taken a spill but for some reason when I tried to call, my phone wasn't working. Which is why I used your phone." Clyde nodded his head.

"In the whirlwind of my roommate kicking me out and spending the long weekend with you, I forgot to pay my phone bill. I knew I had forgotten something on Friday but it wasn't until I tried to dial out that I realized they cut my phone off." Y/n's explanation was making Clyde exhausted from how stupid he felt. He dropped his face in his hands.

"I knew I wouldn't be able to call you until today because the payment wouldn't go through until this morning. Once it started working I had like 50 messages from Snow that started out with cute pictures of us and ended with cussing me out for being a bitch to you." Clyde shook his head.

"I'm...such an idiot." Y/n stopped him.

"No you aren't! If I was in your position, I would have thought the same thing which is why I couldn't wait. I didn't just want to call you. I wanted to find you, kiss your stupid cute face and tell you that I have zero plans of disappearing." Y/n put her hand on the back of Clyde's neck trying to get him closer to her.

"I was pouting all day yesterday to the point I actually went to my Dad's because I couldn't handle everyone asking me about you. I never seek comfort in my family." Clyde explained with a laugh.

"I'm so sorry Clyde. I hope I didn't screw everything up." Y/n apologized and Clyde put his hand on top of hers as it rested on his knee.

"You didn't mess anything up. I just...do you have any idea how crazy into you I am?" Clyde asked genuinely making Y/n smile sweetly.

"You made out with me after I puked on you so I could have guess. The feeling is pretty mutual in case you needed to hear it." Clyde swallowed a lump in his throat that he had been holding onto since he had started drowning his sorrows with the boys.

"I know you've had a few drinks and I'm sure you've made plans with the guys but I was kind of hoping that maybe you would come home with me tonight?" Y/n asked like she was nervous about him rejecting her.

"You want me to come to your place? What about your roommate?" Clyde asked confused.

"I told her to go stay with her new girlfriend for the night because I wanted to bring someone special home...she was happy to hear it was cute stoner boy with the creeper van." Y/n laughed. Clyde couldn't help but laugh as well.

"I mean, I kind of drove the guys here-" Clyde gestured over his shoulder and they both looked back at them standing, watching them talk. They tried to act like they weren't sitting there watching from afar but Beau shook his head.

"Hey can you guys speak up? We can't really hear you." Johnny jammed his elbow into Beau's stomach and shook his head.

"Don't mind us, we'll be over here." Johnny made them all turn away and Clyde shook his head.

"If you aren't comfortable with coming back to my place, that's fine-" Clyde cut her off, jumping up from the ground and extending his hand to her. She took it letting him pull her from the grass so they could walk over to the guys, holding hands.

They scrambled trying to look natural but Clyde cleared his throat.

"Hey, I'm going to go with Y/n for the night. Think you could drive the van home?" Clyde tossed the keys to Johnny who looked surprised.

"Y-yeah man. That's...yeah of course." Johnny was pleasantly surprised pocketing the keys. Clyde didn't know what the rest of the night would hold but he didn't care as long as he was with Y/n.

#Electrick Children #Clyde #Clyde x YN #YN Reader #One Shot Series #One Long Weekend #One Long Weekend Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #I can't believe this series is almost over!#15/18

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My mind does this lovely little thing where instead of allowing myself to be heartbroken over someone it makes me hate them instead because the suffering is too much to bear.

#bpd thoughts #actually bpd #missing #emo girl #goth girl #girls with tattoos #cute girl #emo aesthetic #alternative #emo girls with peircings #heartbreak #i hate you #borderline personality disorder #aesthetic

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captain039 · 9 months

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PART 8 Playing with fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, slow burn, eventual smut, anger issues, swearing, harassment, needle usage, drug usage, dark themes

Previous part <-

Drawing update xD

It was the fourth day now, you suppressants were lessening by the hour it seemed. Your body really was rejecting them. You visited the healer who gave you a check over saying you were ok, just to expect some nausea and head aches still. You sat at home for most of the day finding yourself sleeping a lot too. You’d wake up with a blanket over you and some snacks and drink on the side table by the lounge. You don’t know why you were so tired, maybe because of everything that happened and the suppressants leaving your system. When you woke up a fourth time you forced yourself up and headed to see your grandma seeing as your sister had left for some school time. The healers the supreme leader sent worked magic on her apparently, she was smiling, her face had more colour in it and she was sitting up and doing some puzzles on a data pad. You played with her for a while, making little comments when either of you would win or loose.

“Are you going to go back?” She asked suddenly and you froze.

“I have too, they’ll kill me” you shuddered slightly.

“They won’t kill you” she huffed and you raised an eyebrow at her.

“Supreme leader Ren won’t allow it” she grinned and you felt heat go to your cheeks.

“Gran we don’t even know if he truely is my mate” you grumbled.

“The man came down to this planet with healers to help me because you said I was sick, he also knelt in front of me to receive my blessing, I don’t think it can get more obvious” she scoffed.

“Well-“ you went to argue but, she tsked you.

“No buts, or wells” she said end you silenced.

“Besides you’ll need someone to accompany your heat” she wiggled her eyebrows and your whole body went flush.

“Nan!” You snapped and she laughed.

“He will not help or accompany me with anything thank you, I’ll die a virgin” you crossed your arms in defiance.

“Dear I do know what it’s like to be young and defiant, but you can’t reject basic biology” she huffed and you deflated.

“I can and I will, he won’t care, the alpha has a galaxy to run, incase you forgot” you sassed and she raised an eyebrow at you.

“Hm, and you’ll be empress” she smiled and you froze, that thought had not crossed your mind.

“No I won’t, I don’t deal with people” you cringed.

“I’m sure your alpha will keep you at his side at all times” she waved you off and you huffed.

“He’s not my alpha” you grumbled getting a message, your sister was home.

“Go on, leave an old woman to rest” she shooed you out and you laughed and said your goodbyes before leaving. You went home and greeted your sister before lying on her bed with her.

“So how was school?” You asked and she shrugged.

“What you do?” You pried.

“Stuff” she shrugged and you huffed.

“What happened?” You asked and she looked annoyed.

“Just drop ok?” She said snapping and you were taken back.

“Sorry” she muttered and you nodded.

“It’s alright, I’ll be in my room if you need me ok?” You said and left. You laid down on your bed instead sending a message to Leo to confirm you weren’t dead, the beta was fretting, sending messages every too hours asking if you were in fact still alive. You frowned though seeing something change in your room before the supreme leader appeared.

“Didn’t scare you this time” he stated.

“I saw you this time” you sat up looking to him.

“Why’d you just leave?” You asked not meaning to sound so heartbroken over it.

“Because if wouldn’t have controlled myself” he said and you frowned.

“Were you going to kill someone?” You muttered.

“Do you truely think of me as a killing monster?” He asked and you didn’t answered. He smiled slightly shaking his head, long hair shaking in the process. You never truely noticed how nice his hair was until now.

“I wouldn’t harm your family, have I not provided for them?” He asked.

“I provided for them” you corrected.

“I work to provide” you added giving him a stern look.

“Of course” he didn’t argue.

“I would’ve taken you back to the ship with me, waited till you were truely off the suppressants and wait till you were begging for me” he said eyes staring right into your soul making you shiver.

“I won’t beg for you, nor do I need you when my suppressants run out” you defied and he smirked slightly.

“You know sometimes I could feel you through the force, your heats were hard” he said and you frowned.

“I’m not force sensitive” you stated.

“No, but I could feel you through our bond” he said.

“They were painful, I’d hear a cry sometimes in the middle of the night, wondering where you were” you felt your body go warmer by each of his words and you quickly looked down to your lap.

“You always needed me, you just didn’t know it” he whispered and you sucked in a breath. You went to look at him again, but he was gone. You felt hot in the face and fell back down on your bed, hands covering your face. Maker. The last day had arrived and you were dreading leaving your family, for some reason though you couldn’t wait any longer to return. Goodbyes were hard as your ship arrived, your mother begging you to stay, you promised to see her again and talk to her every night. It should’ve been more heart wrenching, but for some horrible reason you felt almost glad to go back. The officer who escorted you was giving you looks down their nose and scoffing quietly sometimes. You ignored them and sighed when you were finally back on the ship. Leo and your team were waiting and you realised they’d find out. You nervously walked to them, Leo hugging you tightly.

“I thought you were dead!” He said and you huffed. Brax hugged you not commenting about your rank and neither did the others.

“I warned them that something was different! I didn’t tell them anything else though” Leo bit his cheek, but you smiled.

“It’s ok” you assured and he nodded. You mingled a bit briefing them on what happened and them briefing you on what had happened here.

“Excuse me” you heard an officer say and you all turned.

“Would Miss Y/n please follow me” she said and you tensed, but nodded.

“I’ll take your stuff to your room” Leo said and you thanked him before following the officer. You walked through the long halls and up elevators till you were close to the supreme leaders floor. Your nerves ran high as you followed the officer to a new door. She knocked and opened it before gesturing for you to go in. You were trying to process the heavenly smell that hit your nose before you went inside and she left. The supreme leader was standing by the large window peering out to the galaxy. His cape almost looked silky and he held his posture high, always did it seemed. Maker his scent though, it was everywhere in this room, your knees were trembling.

“How was your trip?” He asked voice almost echoing off the walls.

“Good” you said quietly.

“Supreme leader” you added quickly watching him turn to face you.

“Thank you for sending healers for my grandma, she is much better now” you kept your eyes on the ground, hands fidgeting behind your back. You listened to his muffled steps come to you and gulped as black boots appeared in your vision. His leather covered finger went under your chin and lifted your head to look at him. You tensed before feeling a warmth around you. His eyes swirled with emotion despite his face being blank. You sensed it now, the tug was to him, your mate.

Next part ->

#alpha kylo x omega reader #x reader #aob #Starwars #alpha kylo #kylo ren #supreme leader kylo ren

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beepsalotl · 4 months

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crying ugh i love these characters so much and i hate the world so much except i dont and i just wish i could have what these characters had and be in a place that isnt like this one

im gonna cry ugh i dont know why i care so much, theyre not even real. but, like, in my head, they are, yknow? as in, they exist in the space i built for rhem as i read the series and learned about them and their world

fun fact, they were the first two characters whose books (each is the continuation of the story from a different third-person-limited perspective) had their names in the title. black hardcover w green embellishments for moonwatcher, a nightwing. white hardcover w blue for winter, an icewing. books six and seven, respectively. all the symbolism was there before you even open the goddamn books. yin and yang. AND YET.

and also they had two different histories and their tribes had a stale feud for thousands of years bc of some asshole jerkface. moon knew nothing about it bc she was raised in the rainforest practically by herself bc her mom had to sneak away from the shitty volcanic island the nightwings lived on to hide from the historic nightmare jerkface. winter knew all about it (or he THOUGHT he did bc he only knew the icewing side) bc he grew up surrounded by heirarchy and laws and rules and structure. moon didn’t grow up with the resentment at all, which allowed her a chance to see the truth.

she had to be self-sufficient. he had structure to lean on, even if it made him narrow-minded and nearly hard-hearted. he had to break through that, and she learned how to have patience. i feel like moon herself is sorely underdeveloped but i take the hints i can get and i feel that she learned how to forgive him by understanding who he was through his thoughts and, after skyfire, remembering that he was different inside than out and was still struggling.

when they were together, he was trying to be better and learn and he was kinder and softer even though he struggled to always be like that, and she was so patient with him.

heartbroken enraged screaming ensues, really.

like the rey and ben situation at the end of tros.

having him die in the end undermines everything the skywalker legacy stood for and all the development he had and it still breaks my heart bc he proved people can make bad, horrible choices and can survive abuse and break through it and change and be better and be loved. and then he DIED instead of getting his happy ending, which practically is what happened to winter bc the author basically said fuck you go live in the mountains doing work for peace and studying scavengers (which i know is his passion, but….) and your friends will hardly visit or write and they wont tell you the truth about how they defeated the bad guy WITHOUT ANY OF YOUR HELP EVEN THOUGH YOURE MORE THAN CAPABLE and they wont trust you and youll be alone forever.

my list of pairings and characters that i’m unreasonably heartbroken over:

ben and rey, winter and moon, catra and adora, draco and harry, zuko and katara.

catradora got together, ik, but their story still breaks my heart no matter how much hope it also gives me.

anyway, there’s no way for me to end this bc i dont even know what im feeling. it’s been years but winterwatcher’s fate still tears me up inside with the way it dashed my dreams of seeing a character like winter learn to let himself be loved.

i want to learn to let myself be loved, but i dont know how.

these characters are my attempts at finding myself out in the world and seeing if it’s possible. i dont attach my self-worth to them, but it hurts to see them fail to find romantic love where i saw it. idk

— a quick journal entry i wrote in my notes app years ago, as an emotional 16 year old with identity issues and way too much alone time on my hands

#wings of fire #wof #winterwatcher #winterwatcher wof #moonwatcher #moon wof #moon #star wars #reylo #catradora #queer #journal #journal entry #romance #thoughts

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The first three episodes I found Ed's struggle extremely relatable, hard to watch, and upsetting, but with a little time I was eventually able to process it, and analyze what happened, and the trauma he's gone through. But, you know who i can barely allow myself to think about right now? Izzy. I acknowledge i am biased, but i cant even imagine the amount of pain he is in by the end of episode 3. Ed and Stede knew each other for a fraction of the time that Izzy and Ed knew each other. He's dedicated most of his life to this man who ended up abusing him, belittling him, and essentially tried to kill him, but despite that, Izzy was not able to end Eds life, it wasn't until the crews lives were in danger that he finally allowed Ed to be "put down" without intervening. Even though he didn't kill Ed himself, the amount of guilt he must feel for letting the love of his life be killed right before his eyes, unable to protect him, for having been unable to stop Eds erratic moods in the first place, having been unable to make him happy, and in general, was not enough for Ed, when Ed was all that Izzy ever needed. He's a failure in every way that matters to him. Now, imagine the amount of agony he must be in, loyalty to Ed has been such a big part of Izzy's character, and probably even a measure of his self worth is found in his ability to stick by the greatest pirate ever known, and having the mental fortitude to wade through all the hardship that comes with that. i fully believe that without Edward, Izzy isn't certain of who he is. (Stede is Ed's lighthouse, and Ed is Izzy's anchor) He's an unmoored ship at this point. I've always felt like Izzy's real job is less about being a pirate and more about being Ed's protector specifically. And if Ed's dead, then he doesn't have a job anymore and for someone like Izzy, who is always focused on work and doing it properly, if he has no job, he has no purpose; his life is already over. We saw him attempt to end his life, whether it was because of the emotional or physical pain, its clear that he is dealing with suicidal thoughts, and that breaks my heart.

But the real part I'm struggling with is the way that Ed and Izzy differ in how their suicidal thoughts are exemplified. Ed was showing everyone just how bad it was, he was abusing and scaring everyone, until of course it all manifests in that final ride into the storm, where its clear he's serious, its very loud, and ostentatious, and he's begging for an end, or even help, if possible. But Izzy, Izzy keeps it to himself, he drinks alone, he cries silent tears, and when the others do see him cry, he tries to brush it off as if its not happening at all. He doesn't seek comfort from others or from warm soup, he doesn't attempt to hurt others, he curls up in on himself, and tells Stede "Go on Bonnet, give me your worst" fully expecting to be further abused, rather than empathized with. on top of it all, he's also a heartbroken man, who now fully understands that Stede and Ed are actually in love, and all these years, he never had a chance. Despite all that turmoil inside, he doesn't make a show of his trauma, or how broken he is, he doesn't make it as plainly clear as Ed did, that he actually does need help, he does need love, he doesn't even try because he doesn't think he would receive any, nor does he think he deserves it. To me there's nothing sadder than someone suffering in silence while surrounded by people that could and would help if asked. Izzy has instead put himself in a box away from others, and all I want is for him to get to a place where he can accept the love that is exactly what he needs, rather than being loved as best as one can.

#izzy hands #israel hands #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd spoilers #meta #i hope this doesnt come across as hate for ed or something cuz thats not it at all! his pain and the crews is very real #i just have a soft spot for characters like Izzy <3 i havent been looking through his tags yet cuz i cant see him. it hurts too much Q.Q

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld

Prologue . . . Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chrissy woke before Nancy the next day, much earlier than she usually did. It allowed her to call Karen and then call Robin, who was still over at Steve's. Robin was relieved that her sister was okay and rambled on for quite a bit about what they could do to help. Neither one of them had any answers. She made sure to tell Robin that Argyle and Jonathan would be picking them up today instead of Steve. Robin quickly handed the phone off to Eddie.

"Hey, sweetheart," Eddie said.

"Hey, how is he?" Chrissy asked softly.

"Heartbroken," Eddie sighed. "How is she?"

"Still asleep, but she didn't throw up in her sleep, so that's good," Chrissy said. "How are you?"

"Would you think less of me if I said I was scared?" Eddie asked.

"I would think more of you, actually. I'm a little scared myself," Chrissy admitted.

"It's a little selfish, but what's this going to do to our family? I like our little family," Eddie said.

Chrissy smiled at hearing Eddie calling their friends' family.

"We'll help them get through this, and by helping them, we help ourselves," Chrissy said.

"I highly recommend you never see Steve Harrington cry. He looks like a kicked puppy," Eddie said, breathing heavily. "Well, hey, if Nancy doesn't want him, can we keep him?"

"He's not an actual puppy, Eddie!" Chrissy laughed and paused. "Besides, I definitely think Nancy still wants him."

"Are you sure?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Chrissy said. "I don't think she would be struggling so much if she didn't. . .but then again, what do I know?"

"I think you know a lot more than I do, Henderson," Eddie said.

"I think I hear her waking up. I have to go. I love you," Chrissy said.

"I love you, too," Eddie said.

"I love you more," Chrissy replied.

"Scientifically not possible," he laughed.

"Freak."

"Witch."

Chrissy made it back to her room to find Nancy sitting up and looking around in complete confusion. She crawled onto the bed and set next to her.

"How are you feeling?" Chrissy asked.

"Head is killing me," Nancy groaned.

Chrissy grabbed some medicine from her bedside table and handed her the glass of water.

"Drink all the water too," Chrissy said.

"Yes, Dr. Henderson," Nancy said, and Chrissy giggled. "I didn't do anything embarrassing, did I?"

The smile fell from Chrissy's face, and she bit her lip as she stared at Nancy.

"Well, um. . ." Chrissy trailed off.

"What did I do?" Nancy asked.

"Well, it's not what you did. . .it's more like what you said, really," Chrissy said.

"What did I say?" She asked as she continued to drink her water.

"Well, I'm not sure. . . Well, maybe we should wait until your headache goes away," Chrissy said.

"Chris, just tell me," Nancy said.

"Well, Eddie and I got stuck in the bathroom with you guys when you burst in. We were hiding in the tub. Steve was trying to get the punch that was spilled on you off, and then you started going on about partying and like you guys were in love, like you guys didn't kill Barb. Steve said, "Like we're in love," and then he asked, "You don't love me?" You said it was bullshit. It was all bullshit," Chrissy said and paused for a moment.

Nancy looked like she had been punched. Tears welled up in her blue eyes. Chrissy bit her lip again.

"Who brought me here?" Nancy asked.

"I had Jonathan and Argyle bring you here," Chrissy said.

"What happened to Steve?" She asked.

"Well, according to Robin. . .he ran out of the party crying, but not before he made sure you were okay," Chrissy said. "He asked Jonathan and Argyle to look after you."

"I didn't mean it," Nancy sniffled. "At least I don't think I did."

"Of course, you didn't, babe. You weren't exactly articulate, bullshit could have meant anything," Chrissy said.

"I just can't pretend like I'm okay anymore. I can't keep going to dinner with Barb's parents with Steve and knowing that we know what really happened with Barb. They still think it was a bear attack!" Nancy exclaimed. "They're moving, you know! Probably won't see them again."

"You've been having dinner with Barb's parents?" Chrissy asked.

"Uh, yeah. Steve offered to go with me, but I think he's getting tired of going," Nancy said. "And I'm tired of those bastards just sitting up there, getting away with murdering Barb!"

"Well, maybe it's finally time you sit down and talk with Steve about how you feel," Chrissy said. "Tell him what need from him."

"I don't know what that is, though," Nancy sighed as she laid back on the bed.

"Then tell him that. Tell him something. In your own way, you've both been putting this off for a very long time. I think it's because you were both afraid to hear the person you love tell you that it's your fault. You were afraid to hear those words from Steve, so you said them first, projecting your own guilt about Barb onto him. You both have been afraid that it might be true, but it's not. You need to tell each other that, and I guarantee that if you ask Steve, he'll tell you the same thing. It's not your fault what happened to me and Barb that night. You and Steve did nothing wrong. It was the asshole scientist who decided to play God, and who opened a door that he never should have," Chrissy said. "You need to be angry together, not angry at each other."

Nancy really needed to hear that because she broke down in sobs, collapsing in Chrissy's lap. Chrissy held her tightly as she cried, running her fingers through Nancy's hair. After a while, her sobs subsided, and she sat up, wiping her eyes. She hugged Chrissy tightly, clutching her as if her life depended on it.

"Are we always going to be fucked up?" Nancy whispered.

"Probably, but we can be fucked up together," Chrissy said.

"I love you," Nancy whispered.

"Love you, too, always," Chrissy said and pressed a hard kiss to her cheek.

She knew that Nancy wasn't a very affectionate person, but when the girl needed it, Chrissy was willing to give it as much as she wanted to. So, she let Nancy cling to her as long as possible before finally getting ready for school. She let Nancy borrow her clothes again and her products before making sure she ate plenty of breakfast as well as drank some more water. Dustin didn't question Nancy's presence. His mind was elsewhere, and every so often, he kept looking towards his bedroom.

"I think Dusty might have brought home another stray animal again," Chrissy whispered to Nancy.

"Again?" Nancy asked.

"I'll tell you later about the raccoon incident," Chrissy giggled.

It was Argyle and Jonathan who picked them up that morning. Robin surprised them by jumping out of the back of the van and hugging her sister tightly. Again, none of the Wheelers were very physically affectionate, but in moments like these, they held each other close. Chrissy smiled. They always found other ways to show each other they cared. Chrissy didn't miss the rock that Robin slipped into Nancy's pocket. Chrissy's smile grew.

"Thank you for being there for Steve," Nancy said.

"It wasn't a problem," Robin replied softly.

When they pulled up into the school parking lot, Eddie was parked a few feet away. Steve was leaning against his van, his arms crossed as Eddie talked softly with him. Chrissy motioned for them to stay with Argyle before walking over to Steve and Eddie.

"Hey, Steve," Chrissy said softly.

"How is she?" Steve asked.

"She's got a killer hangover," Chrissy said. "But I don't think that's what you meant. She's confused. She doesn't remember what happened last night, but I did tell her. We had a long talk this morning. I won't tell you exactly what she said, but she's getting ready to talk about Barb with you. She knows now that she needs to despite the fact she might not ever really be ready, but she can't keep it in either. Just don't give up. There's hope for you two. You should probably give each a couple of days to breathe, though. Let her get her thoughts together. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Steve said and paused. "I just didn't know how to help her, you know?"

"Letting her know that you feel lost too is the first step. The rest will hopefully fall into place," Chrissy said and hugged him tightly.

"How do you know so much?" Steve asked as he pulled back.

"By feeling mostly and a hell of a lot of therapy after I got removed from the Cunninghams," Chrissy said and sighed. "I'm not even sure what I'm doing or if it's even helping. . ."

"It is! Helping, that is," Steve said and paused. "Hey, do you have a clue why your boyfriend decided to measure my neck this morning?"

"Don't ask," Chrissy laughed as Eddie cackled.

"Yeah, I was afraid of that," Steve frowned as he walked ahead of them.

"You're amazing. You know that?" Eddie asked as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Hm, tell me more about how amazing I am," Chrissy beamed.

"There's so many things. . .where to start. . .where to start. . .I fucking love the way you snore, it's the cutest goddamn thing in the world," Eddie grinned.

"I don't snore!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"You do!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Freak!"

"Witch!"

The rest of the day was pretty awkward, especially around lunchtime when the group was separated. Argyle, Jonathan, Robin, and Nancy went off to eat at another table while the others remained where they were.

"What the fuck happened at that party?" Jeff asked.

"Let's just say Nancy and Steve had a fight. Let's leave it at that, shall we?" Chrissy asked.

Gareth, Frankie, and Jeff shared a look, but when they saw the look on Steve’s face, they didn't say anything. The day seemed to drag on, and before they knew it, they were leaving school again. This time, Chrissy was driven home by Eddie. Nancy and Robin were brought home by Argyle. It was strange coming home and getting ready for work, knowing what her friends were going through, but there wasn't much else she could do for them. They had to sort this out on their own. Chrissy had just put on her uniform when she and Eddie heard a curious noise from her brother's room. Frowning, she went to investigate. Chrissy rapped her knuckles on her brother's door. He slid the door open a couple of inches.

"Hey, Chrissy, Eddie, how's it going?" Dustin asked cheerfully.

"Well, you're definitely up to something," Eddie said.

"What makes you say that?" Dustin asked.

"Because nothing about your tone of voice sounds innocent," Eddie said, narrowing his eyes at him. "I doubt your mother knows what you're keeping in your room."

"Shut up! You're not my real dad!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Okay," Eddie said and turned to Chrissy. "I love your brother, but I feel like if I want to keep loving your brother, I'm going to have to wait in the van."

Eddie sighed, kissed Chrissy, and gave Dustin a look before leaving.

"Well, he's going to be helpful when you guys have kids," Dustin quipped.

"Dustin! You better not be keeping another raccoon in there! You know Mews is afraid of them!" Chrissy exclaimed.

"Chrissy. . .I can tell you with absolute certainty that I am not keeping a raccoon in my room," Dustin said seriously.

Chrissy sighed and narrowed her eyes at him before leaving. She hopped into Eddie's van and shared a look with him.

"We're never having kids," they said in unison.

"Who knows what kind of things my spawn would hide in their room? Probably weird lizard creatures that look like they come from a different plane of existence," Eddie said, and Chrissy laughed. "We would never be able to have cats because then the weird lizard creatures would eat them. Baby, we have to have cats."

"Noted. . .that's oddly descriptive, though. What's with the lizard creatures eating cats?" Chrissy asked.

"I don't know. It just popped into my head," Eddie said, shrugged.

Usually, her time at Surfer Boy perked her up, but not today. She couldn't get Nancy and Steve out of her head. She also felt Argyle's absence. He was always there whenever she worked, but he never showed up. Maybe he decided to help Nancy. The next day was even more strange. Nancy, Argyle, and Jonathan didn't show up to school. According to Robin, Nancy had decided to sleep over at Ally's but then never came home.

"I just don't get it. Why wouldn't she invite me?" Robin asked as she leaned against Chrissy's locker.

"Doesn't Ally not like you?" Chrissy asked.

"That's not the point. Nancy is my sister," Robin said. "And where the hell are the other two?"

"Well, I did say Nancy needed to a couple of days to breathe," Chrissy said. "Maybe they decided to skip."

"And they didn't invite me?" Robin whined.

"Relax, Robin," Chrissy laughed.

"You relax!"

She held onto the hope that Nancy really decided to take a day for herself. If anyone needed it, it was Nancy. She held onto it until lunchtime. Chrissy had long since gotten her food when her boyfriend and Steve sat down in front of her and Robin.

"Thanks for helping me out in the shower, man," Steve said.

"No, problem, I'll gladly help you anytime you have trouble with that asshole," Eddie said.

Chrissy froze, her spoon halfway to her mouth. Gareth and Jeff leaned forward with interest, their conversation long forgotten. Meanwhile, images were filling Chrissy's head.

"Okay, Chrissy's eyes are glazing over, we're going to need to some context before she goes somewhere else completely," Robin said.

"Uh, what?! Oh!" Eddie exclaimed. "Tommy and Billy were teasing Steve in the showers. I scared them off. . .and Chrissy, like I said, if I were to leave you for a man, it would be Jeff."

Chrissy huffed and rolled her eyes. She was a little disappointed but she could live.

"Chrissy, babe, you're worse than a man sometimes," Robin said.

"Well, I am livid. Now that the image is in my head, it is not leaving," Jeff said.

"Tell me about it," Chrissy said, and high fived Jeff.

"Stop proving my point, Jeff," Robin said.

"But just so you know, if you and Steve ever need 'help' in the shower, you have my full permission," Chrissy said.

"And mine!" Jeff chimed in.

"I don't need yours, man!" Eddie laughed.

"Seriously?" Robin asked.

"What? We're only young once. Besides, if you can't cross the boundaries of intimacy with your friends every once in a while, who can you cross them with?" Chrissy and ran her foot up his leg.

"Chrissy! That's my leg!" Steve exclaimed.

"Are you saying that we have an open relationship?" Eddie asked.

"I'm saying there's wiggle room to negotiate, especially for Steve. Isn't that right, big boy?" Chrissy winked at him, and he coughed on his chocolate milk. "Sorry, just trying to flirt with you to cheer you up. Is it working?"

"Yeah," Steve laughed. "Assholes."

"Well, if you can't beat 'em, eat 'em," Eddie said casually.

The table burst into laughter. Steve laughed as he shoved Eddie.

"Stupidest thing I ever heard, man," Steve said. "Doesn't even make sense."

It really was the stupidest thing Eddie ever uttered, but for some reason, it made them all laugh. The tension that had been slowly hanging over the air over the last day or so slowly started to fade. Chrissy really didn't want to ruin the moment, but she was curious about what Billy and Tommy said to Steve. She mostly just wanted to shake the image of a wet naked Eddie and Steve out of her head. Bad girl, Chrissy.

"So, what were they teasing you about?" Chrissy said.

"Oh, just about how someone saw Nancy take off with Jonathan and how they left town together," Steve scowled.

"Well, I think Argyle went with them. All three of them are gone," Robin said.

"Wait, she seriously left?" Eddie asked.

"Well, Nancy needed to clear her head. Jonathan and Argyle probably went to help her," Chrissy said.

"They'll probably be back by this afternoon," Robin shrugged.

"Right," Steve sighed as he played with his food, causing Robin to kick him. "Ow! Robin!"

"Steve!"

"Why?!"

"Turn that frown upside down, popeye."

The rest of the day went by a little easier, even with Hargrove's eyes on her. Eddie took both Chrissy and Dustin home that afternoon. He was going to take Chrissy to work again before heading over to Thatcher's Tire. Dustin was out of the van before Eddie could come to a complete stop.

"Wait, until I stop, butthead!" Eddie yelled and turned to Chrissy. "He's going to make my hair go gray."

"Aw, do you want Mommy to fix Daddy a martini?" Chrissy asked. "Hard day at work, did you? The kids driving you up the wall?"

"Ha, fucking, ha, Henderson," Eddie scoffed.

Chrissy laughed as she got out of the van and followed her brother. She unlocked the door, letting the three of them into the house. Their mother wasn't home from work yet, so it was just them. Chrissy was in desperate need of a cat cuddle, though.

"Mews! Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!" Chrissy said and made kissing noises. "Where is he?"

"Mews? Here, boy!" Eddie called.

"Dusty? Did you leave a window open again?" Chrissy asked.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Dustin exclaimed and ran towards his room.

The two of them followed Dustin to his bedroom. He opened the door, leaving it open for the other two to follow. There was a strange chewing and growling sound coming from behind his chair. They moved closer to the chair, and Chrissy froze. A rather familiar looking creature, smaller than usual, was behind the chair and chowing down on what was left of Mews. Chrissy gasped. The creature popped its head up and turned to them, opening its face up like a flower.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Eddie screamed.

The baby demogorgon ran at them, and Dustin hurried to push them out of the room before slamming the door. Chrissy stared at her little brother with wide eyes. That's what he had been keeping in his room? She was about to say something to him when Eddie screamed again. Chrissy turned to him and grabbed his arms.

"Eddie, baby, I'm so sorry," Chrissy said softly.

"Sorry?" He gasped as his eyes widened in confusion.

"I haven't been entirely truthful with you. . ."

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xthe-writing-vampirex · 1 year

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In The Walls Part 6

I know it's been a minute loves and I apologize for that. I've been stressed and busy lately and finally got back into writing recently. Anyway I hope you enjoy.

TW: Fear, mentions of being hurt

Pairing: Glamrock Freddy x Borrower! Reader

Part 1

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The next time you come to you're greeted with the face of a very stressed Freddy above you. His voice is filled with concern but you can't completely hear what hes saying at first. You begin to cough, your lungs gasping for the air that was almost crushed out of you. The hand you remembered being around you just moments ago was now out flat once again. You sit up, backing up to the edge of the bear's hand as the memories of the night's events come back to you. He could have killed you!

"Y/N? Y/N whats wrong? What happened?" He asks, voice filled with worry. At first you don't believe him, the burning of your lungs reminding you of how close you came to death. Then you look at his features, worry and confusion filling them. When he grabbed you he showed no emotion. Something must be up. With another few coughs and a hoarse voice you reply.

"You really don't remember?" You manage, earning a no from the confused bear. You couldn't believe it. Then again it makes sense that if something is controlling the others it may be able to control him too. "You blacked out…..it was like you weren't even there. Then you closed your fist around me. It almost suffocated me….." You explain, eyeing the star nervously.

"I…..I do not know what to say. I am truly sorry superstar." The bear states, distraught at the very idea of having harmed you. Staring up at him timidly you chose your next words wisely.

"Can….Can you please put me down?" You state, voice trembling. The bear nods before going over to the first aid booth the two of you were in originally. He puts his hand down on the seat, allowing you to jump off of his hand and quickly run to the other side of the seat. With what just happened fresh in your paranoid mind you can't help not wanting to be anywhere near his hands. He watches you, understanding but still heartbroken. He'd made so much progress with you and something completely out of control had ruined it for him.

"Y/N…..I would never intentionally harm you…..I do not know what happened but I can see how afraid you are so I know it was bad. Your respiratory rate is also odd…."Freddy states, bright glowing eyes scanning you to check for any damage. Pulling together any amount of bravery you have you manage to speak again.

"Y-You we're just…..gone……you had no expression…..no reaction….you were just….blank. When I called out to you…..you tightened your hand around me and I couldn't breathe…." You state, avoiding his gaze to keep yourself from crying. You know it wasn't him but it still hurts. Freddy pauses, unsure of how to take what you've just suggested. It sounds to him like he was hacked and he doesn't like the idea of that. Now that he thinks about it he had been malfunctioning a lot more than usual lately.

"Is there anything I can do to calm you down Superstar?" Freddy asks, concern in his voice. You glance over at him, then at his hand that you were standing in not too long ago. You want trust him but almost being killed like that was just too much. So you ignore the question, instead deciding to ask one of your own.

"Why……Why do you think that happened?" You ask looking up at the rather puzzled bear. He thinks for a moment, trying to come up with multiple solutions along with scanning himself for any abnormalities. He does find a mild glitch in his system but doesn't think much of it.

"It's possible someone hacked the others and myself. I am unsure why or how that would happen however." The bot explains, looking down at you once again. You think for a moment before asking your next question.

"Is there any abnormality in your system? Anything that could cause an issue?" You ask glancing him over absentmindedly while also listening for any of the others around you. The bear seems to process the question before responding.

"I am unsure. My scanners are showing a glitch in my system though I can't seem to find the source." He explains, scanning again for good measure, causing the whirr of fans inside him to start.

"Is there…..is there a way to check?" You ask timidly, assuming you'd unfortunately have to be the one doing the checking. The idea of getting that close to him again causes a new wave of fear. The bear in question nods in response.

"I have an access port in my stomach where you can see my endoskeleton. The mechanics use it to check my systems and to carry pinatas and oversized birthday cakes." He explains before opening the hatch in question. You flinch, backing away a bit as you glance into the dark internal workings of the animatronic. You can see the occasional blinking of lights as well as a steady orange colored one up towards Freddy's throat hatch. Seeing your obvious hesitation, the bear is quick to add. "I don't mean to imply you have to be the one to check….we can try to find a mechanic."

"No. If they see me I'm done for….." You state quickly, remembering that the mechanics he means are probably human. Having him see you is one thing, having a human see you would be a nightmare. Freddy looks at you with an expression full of empathy and concern. He understands your hesitation but doesn't want you to feel like you have to do something you're clearly not comfortable doing. Despite your clear terror however, you slowly start to approach him, getting closer and closer to the open hatch. "W-What exactly am I looking for?" You ask, voice trembling a bit.

"Anything that seems out of place. If what happened before happens again…..stay hidden, if I can't feel you in there I won't harm you and you won't be out in the open in front of the others." Freddy explains, opening up a new avenue for your anxiety. The idea of being closed up inside there makes your heart skip a beat. "Please tell me if this is too much for you little one. I value your safety above all else." You hear, though your brain disagrees with him given past events. Despite your better judgment you carefully step into the darkness inside the animatronic, starting to hear the whirring of electronic parts all around you. Things blink and move as your friend stays as still as possible, terrified that if he moves the wrong way he may hurt you. For him the experience is odd, he can feel every move you make and every time you touch him he has to ignore the chills that run through his systems at the sensation.

For your part, you're completely terrified, trudging through the inner workings of someone who could easily kill you without trying. Could he even feel where you are? You hoped not, if he doesn't that means you won't be grabbed again. Walking through the darkness and touching things ever so gently you eventually notice an odd light, purple in color and not matching the color scheme of everything else in him at all. Reaching up you try to touch it, causing the animatronic to jump and you to flinch.

"Sorry little one. Whatever you just touched caused a pain transmission on my endoskeleton." The bear states, looking towards his abdomen and scanning himself again to see what it is she's touched, not recognizing the part. "I am unsure of what that is…..it is not in my database." He states, concerned.

"Maybe it's causing the problem?" You state, but before you can actually pull it off Monty rushed into the booth, calling out for Freddy who closes his stomach hatch to quickly conceal you, causing you to panic. This couldn't be good.

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princecharmingtobe · 2 months

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While taking a long sick nap today I found myself thinking about how I would go about making an Animal Crossing-like game.

First of all we're going full furry, no humans in this game. During character creation the player will get to choose to be any of the available species in the game (maybe even go so far as letting them pick and choose characteristics to make hybrids?).

The premise would be a pretty familiar one: The player moves to a new village after receiving an offer for cheap/free housing, but it is scarcely populated and very rundown. They learn that the person who runs the village is actually a dragon, a very rare and powerful being even in this world. However, dragons are known to go into deep slumbers every several hundred years, from which pretty much nothing can wake them. While this dragon was in their extended slumber the village sort of fell apart. Now having awoken, they are trying to rebuild, hence the offering of cheap/free housing. As more people move in, the village can grow and flourish, and the player can help guide that growth.

Instead of stores being run by specific designated NPCs, they would instead be run by the villagers that move in, based on the villagers' hobbies/interests. Villagers' personalities would be made up of about three factors: 1. General personality type. This is akin to AC's personality types. 2. Primary Hobby. This is something the villager does for fun, and will determine what sort of activities they partake in around the village, what they like to talk about, and what kind of shop they may help run. A particular villager will always have the same primary hobby. 3. Passing interest. This is a secondary hobby which changes over time. It has mostly the same affect as the primary hobby, except they will not take over a business based on it. They may however work part time at a related business if they don't already run one.

Hobbies would include things like fishing, gardening, fashion, decoration, cooking, bug catching, excavation (archeology/paleontology), etc. With most of those having a shop or building related to them. The only buildings with designated NPCs that are always available would be the town hall, general store, and museum. The general store would be available from the start and would offer a wide variety of items, but with a small daily selection. As you help create new shops for new residents to take over, you will unlock a wider variety of daily items. Specialty shops will also pay more for items related to their specialty, so a garden store will pay more for flowers than the general store, a bait shop will pay more for fish, etc.

The first villager with a particular hobby to move in will take over the related store and be its primary owner for the time they live there. If a second villager moves in with the same hobby, or a passing interest, and no shop to take over themself, they may work part time at the store, allowing the owner to take time off. Otherwise the owner will always be in the store during work hours, and the store may be closed on certain days or if the owner is sick. If the owner moves away, an available villager with the same hobby will take over the store. Otherwise the store will close until a new suitable owner moves in. Newly arriving villagers may be weighted toward those who can take over empty stores, and there will be more available housing than there are stores, so a fully populated village should rarely struggle with empty stores.

Villagers will have plenty to say, not only about themselves but each other as well. They will be able to develop friendships, rivalries, and even romantic relationships with each other. The player may see them doing activities together, sharing in each other's hobbies, attending festivals together, etc. if one moves away the other may be heartbroken, and may even decide to move as well to be with them. The player can also have different types of relationships. All villagers will start with a neutral disposition toward the player, and how the player interacts with them will change it. Villagers won't necessarily always be friendly, you can end up with your own rivals. Debating if the player should be able to engage in romantic relationships or not... if so, it may weigh against the villager in question wanting to move away, or they may ask the player's opinion about it before deciding?

Villagers may also be able to influence the villager in some ways based on their hobbies and such. For example, a gardener may plant flowers and even trees around town, a decorator may place outdoor furniture, etc. These can of course be picked up by the player if they don't like them or they're in the way, and it may be limited to like once per day per character so the village doesn't get spammed with junk.

The player may also be able to place things similar to public works in the village that villagers can interact with. For example, a villager with the excavation hobby may request a dig site, where they can go and, well... dig! And maybe the player could also use it once per day to get an extra item as well. Fishers might request a dock where you're more likely to catch rare fish, gardeners may request a community garden, etc.

There would be material gathering and crafting. Even from certain catchable creatures. Keeping certain types of fish may allow you to collect roe, certain bugs may let you collect silk, or honey, etc.

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smores100 · 5 months

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hey.

so. haven't been around for quite some time, mostly due to my health issues (the usual + muscle aches and joint pains, i'm having a great time), but also in part due to The Situation. it's hard to care about anything with everything that's been going on, it all seems so pointless and meaningless, i'm living in a completely different universe from everyone else here. wish i could be that privileged, but alas. it's also hard being around here, and on other social media platforms for that matter, and seeing the raging antisemitism and sheer hate everywhere. i haven't checked my dash in almost 2 months, haven't checked specific blogs like i used to either, and have no plans on doing so anytime soon. i know what i'll find, i don't want it.

i was gonna stay quiet like i ususally do, especially since i genuinely don't have energy for anything rn, but it's been 2 months and i've been biting my tongue and screaming and crying into my pillow daily and i just need to get some of it out before i implode. there's only so much ignorance and hate that one person can take before snapping, so. here i am.

i have so much i want to say, i've written a million posts in my mind in the past 2 months, but i'm too Tired to actually write them down, and it'll just be one big messy ramble anyway, so i'm just gonna reblog a couple of other people's posts and make do with that. just a couple, don't worry, i know these are issues most either want to avoid dealing with or the opinions shared in those posts are a complete 180 degrees from what's trendy to believe in today. but i have to share it anyway. for 2 months i've been terrified, frustrated, bitter, angry and absolutely heartbroken, but there's one thing i haven't been, and that is ashamed. i'm proud of who i am. i'm proud of my people and their spirit. you will never understand what it's been like for us, what it still is like for us, but let me just say this: they wanted to break us, they wanted to break our spirit. they failed. we've never been more united. they just made us stronger.

so i'm gonna reblog some stuff so i can get it out of my system and move on. at worst i hope you just ignore and scroll past it; at best i hope you keep an open mind and maybe for the first time read things from a different pov instead of just the one sided propaganda everyone is continuously exposed to. maybe you'll see it isn't all black and white, maybe you'll see there are nuances you're not even aware of, maybe you'll realize you've been fed a lot of misinformation, half truths and even lies over the years. maybe. if you have questions or want to have a mature and civil conversation about it, feel free to msg me and i'll try and reply when my health allows me to, i'm open to discussion. if you want to unfollow me after this, feel free to do so. i'm not gonna force my truth on anyone, but i'm also not gonna change who i am for anyone either.

and on a more personal note, i wanna say thank you again for the msgs i've received last time and haven't replied to (due to health, Situation etc), and for the ones i've gotten since (will get to those soon i hope). i do feel the need to say this tho - i did have a peek or two at my dash and on twitter earlier on and saw some things. i was in a super sensitive state at the time and it was pretty disheartening ngl. it's hard nowadays, with all the hate going on and public opinion being what it is, to know whether or not you're still welcome in these spaces, whether or not people still like you and care about you, or if you've officially become persona non grata. most days it feels like the latter tbh. i just don't know where i stand. i said i'm not gonna force myself on anyone and i'm not, so if you're still ok with me…i guess the ball's in your court? 🌻

thanks for reading. thanks for sticking around, to those who decide to do so. take care y'all. never again is now. am yisrael chai. 💙

#y'all are lucky i wrote this post and the tags on the following posts yesterday morning #bc after what was revealed yesterday and what happened this morning i'm a million times angrier and more bitter #i have never felt this magnitude of heartbreak and rage before #it was never like this before october 7 but with every day that passes i get angrier and angrier and cry more and more #every now and then i just want to set the world on fire #i cannot believe what has become of humanity. we don't deserve nice things.#and this is the mindset i have to live with in my condition??? i need positivity and light but there are barely any to be found anymore #fuck everything #anyway #it ended up being a bit more than a couple of posts bc i have a whole lot of feelings i had to get out #so if you don't wanna see anything about this you can blacklist the tag 'jumblr'#tbh i'll be lucky if i have any followers left after this lol but oh well it is what it is a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do etc etc #at least i will always have the pornbots to keep me company....<3 #jumblr #personal

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luna-is-lost · 7 months

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My AU (Underverse)

UnderWelcomed

The story occurs in a world where Asgore uses Frisk and the other souls to escape the underground, and the humans don’t like them at all. Part one of the story is below.

Asgore did it. He finally did it. Using the seven souls the underground had collected he broke the barrier. As the monsters emerged from the mountain they looked at the wide expance of the bright sunset. They were awe-struck. The monsters made their way down mountain and into a city. Inhabited by the same species that locked them in Mt. Ebbot. Then the shouts. The screams. “SANS! WHY ARE THE HUMANS MAKING THAT FACE AT US?“ Sans was busy looking at the weapons the humans in blue suits had. “i dunno, paps... but its lookin’ bone chilling tibia honest.“ Then they attacked. Monster civilians fled; like the Snowdin, Waterfall, Hotland, and New Home residents. The guards, healers, and the king stayed. Asgore tried to talk things out while defending his people and himself. “ Listen,” Asgore’s calm, but commanding voice rang out. “ Fighting will do us no good. Please, allow us to explain ourselv-“ He was struck in the leg with weapon that took 100 HP. With a sharp breath he finally allowed Undyne, Captain of the Royal Guard, to unleash attack. Only, if she promised to give the humans lenience. “Gahhhhh!” She yelled as she fought against the superior number. Successfully knocking a few out per Asgore’s request of MERCY. Though, as soon as she turned her back a tall man, part of the SWAT team came up behind her. Another officer was contacting government officials and agents to track down the fleeing monsters and take them for questioning if compliant. If not then the officer was to ‘take care of them’. The tall man closed in on her and fired his weapon.

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A shot rang through the air, the smell of dust followed suit. Turning my head quickly, I struggle to make out the white blur in front of me. A ringing sound fills my ears as I try to figure out who saved me. I blink hard till my vision returns. “P-Paps!” My voice tight. The rattling sound worried me. Papyrus doesn’t seem to notice me. Instead tears drip silently down his face. No words can describe this. This human… Hurt him… bad… Papyrus never cries. At least not the I’ve ever seen. I can feel the adrenaline, the rage. It engulfs my soul. I send spears -rows of them in every direction- and run over to Papyrus. “Papyrus!” He drops onto his knees, holding his shoulder, crying- no sobbing. Sans is there beside him…. Wait when did Sans get here? Never mind. “PAPYRUS! L-LOOK AT ME! C-COME ON!” I didn’t realize I was screaming. I glance to Sans. “Get Papyrus and yourself out of here.” I said sharply, surprising myself. He only nods, thought it’s stiff and pained, unlike his laid back, relaxed demeanor. In a burst of blue light, the skeleton brothers are gone to who knows where. I fight along side the king and realize, there’s a lot more dust than I thought… Lesser Dog and Doggo… are gone… Dogamy looks heartbroken. No sign of a civilian. A part of me hopes it’s all a nightmare, but the pain in my soul’s too real… I shed a tear before taking down a group of the humans… It feels like something is missing.

Part 2 tomorrow… :)

#undertale #skelebros #sans #papyrus #angst #underverse #UnderWelcome

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sleepymorphine · 1 year

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Please stay by me...

↬Warnings: There is no warnings! Just a really fluffy Xiao because I'm felling bad these days (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

↬I tried to keep a Gender Neutral!Reader, I think there is no references to the reader gender …⁠ᘛ⁠⁐̤⁠ᕐ⁠ᐷ

↬Author Note: English is not my first language, if there is any error please forgive me (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

I felt bad and wanted to run away, I didn't have the strength to continue, I wanted to end it all, but I resisted the urges and didn't, instead I went to the balcony of the Wangshu Inn to vent.

Being there I felt a strong desire to call Xiao, I wanted to see him, talk to him, have him by my side. However, I have never allowed myself to have those kinds of selfish thoughts, since I was little I had been told that it was bad to bother others and be inconsiderate, I had always had low self-esteem and had considered that I was a burden on everyone, in this case I didn't he was the exception so when I was about to call him I regretted it and decided better to continue crying in silence without bothering anyone.

I was secluded in a corner, hugging myself and hiding my face in my legs, I only realized that there was someone else when I heard the sound of footsteps, scared I looked at who was approaching me, only to find some beautiful golden eyes that stared at me.

—Why did not you call me? —Xiao asked, crouching down in front of me—.

Seeing him in front of me made me cry, I had been carrying so much for so long... but I couldn't anymore, I didn't have the strength to bear everything that was happening and I just wanted to die.

Although Xiao didn't understand humans very well, he had always tried hard to understand me, so I noticed some concern on his face when I saw that he was crying in such a heartbroken way.

I buried my head in my legs again, but this time I felt his hand on my head, he began to stroke my hair gently, slowly, comfortingly. Due to the shock I was petrified, the occasional sob escaped my lips from time to time, I also had some spasms from crying, but he continued there with me, caressing my head.

—It's okay, everything will be fine —he said after a while—.

I raised my head to look at him and was even more surprised when he began to dry my tears carefully, I tried to say something several times, however, I was choking on my own words and only his name and a few sobs and stammers came out of my mouth. .

—Come here —he said, standing up. He took my hand and helped me up, but I couldn't resist anymore and I clung to his body with need— Y/N?

—I-I'm sorry...

Xiao denied after a few seconds, he must have been surprised by my sudden closeness. —It's okay. Is there... Is there anything I can do for you?

—Stay like that... please.

—Well, I guess I can do that.

Xiao did not understand human emotions well, but he always tried so hard to understand me, I appreciated that, I needed it more than anyone in the world that day...

We were together for a while longer, but then it got really late and it was really cold out there, Xiao walked me to my room and made sure I was comfortable under my sheets.

—You must go —I said— I'm sure you have things to do and I'm just wasting your time... I'm very sorry.

He came over and lay down next to me. —No, I'll stay until you fall asleep or you won't sleep all night, you wouldn't call me either so I prefer to make sure.

I smiled and hugged him, then I leaned a little and kissed his forehead, the moonlight allowed me to see that she was surprised and his cheeks turned slightly pink, he hugged me too and closed his eyes. —Just- go to sleep, now.

—Okay okay, I will, good night... Xiao.

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