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stylesparker · 7 months

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together again

PAIRING: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: ex-bestfriend!steve, bullying, panic attack, anxiety, mentioned parent death, angst, hurt/comfort, "i've got you"

A/N: sorry this request took so long, but I hope you enjoy anon! Thank you for checking with me first, and I hope this can offer you a little more comfort! <33

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh?" You knock yourself out of your stupor and look at Steve, his eyes gazing gravely at you. His arms are crossed, his hair is all styled up to perfection like always, and you think to yourself- how is it that you've been paired up with Steve Harrington, again, for another stupid project? Why you, of all people?

You definitely have to be cursed.

"You heard me, right?" He confirms. "My house after school?"

You nod, almost rolling your eyes a bit. "Yeah, totally." You huff before you ask, "since when have you been one to get a head start on school work?"

He chuckles, but it sounds more sarcastic than genuine, "Since I needed a good grade in this class to graduate, L/N. I'll see you later." He pushes off the wall, sauntering away in those stupid ass jeans that actually kind of make his ass look good. You shake your head, looking away from the boy and turn to face your locker once more.

As soon as you close it with your backpack over your shoulder, you hear familiar whistles coming towards you down the hallway.

Shit.

You start walking, hoping within an inch of your life these shitheads aren't coming to you, but you know better. A hand clamps over your shoulder, squeezing a little too hard for you to know exactly who it is.

Justin Andrews, the biggest dick in Hawkins.

"Heya, sweetheart, you miss me?" He laughs right into your ear.

"Not exactly."

"Oh, I know you did. Where ya' been? Haven't seen you around all week, was sorta starting to miss this pretty ass." His friends laugh beside him as his hand drifts down your shoulder and smacks your ass, catching you off guard and making you flinch farther from his hold.

"Been sick." That's all you answer, thinking maybe putting him off with short responses will get him to find somebody else, but again, you know better than to think this will be different than any other time before.

"Damn, that's a shame. I'm sure those kids of yours got a nice break from ya' then huh?" You glare at him as he offers a wide-grinned smile, winking at you before leaving you with another smack to the ass as a parting gift. As Justin and his pack of friends depart, you hurry away as fast as you can down the hall and out the doors before they can even think of coming back.

Once you finally get to your car and get inside, you throw your stuff to the passenger seat and take a deep breath to try and calm yourself down. There was no way you were going to last period after that, and besides, your youngest little brother needed to be picked up from daycare today anyway. Luckily your other four siblings are a bit older and take the bus now, otherwise you probably would have dropped out at this point. You take another deep breath and drive off in hopes of getting your brother quickly, and home on time so you don't show up late to Steve's.

You do not want to deal with an angry Steve.

...

As the universe would have it, everything was against you today.

First, you almost got hit by some drunk pulling out of the bar halfway to the daycare. Once you got to the daycare, you had to wait half an hour since your brother had a tantrum and didn't want to leave in the middle of snack time. By the time you got him out of there, and into your car in his blue booster seat, it had been another 20 minutes. Usually it's about a 15 minute drive home from the daycare, but it ended up being a half hour due to traffic. After you finally made it home, you got a call from your boss asking you to come in again later tonight to take another extra shift since your shitty co-worker hasn't been showing up for two weeks.

At that point, you were about to lose it. You'd just gotten home and now you had to miss another family dinner tonight, much to your brother's disappointment. You wish you had just a moment to breathe, but everything has been so... chaotic lately, it's like you've been running a marathon for a month straight.

You opened the cabinet to see what food was in there, but it was only half a bag of stale potato chips, and a couple boxes of your sisters' favorite cereal. You sighed, holding your empty stomach. Leftovers tonight would have to suffice.

You took a quick glance at the clock at the wall, but did the world's fastest double take when you saw the time 4:30.

SHIT. You think. Steve is going to murder me.

Thankfully, you hear your mom pull in the driveway so at least you're not leaving your brother home alone. You grab your backpack and bolt out the door with your keys in your hand. You scream a quick goodbye to your mom while she watches you pull out of the driveway like a madman, and take off in a rush.

Fifteen minutes later, you're pulling into Steve's huge driveway, slamming the door behind you, and running up to the door with big huffs to try and catch your breath. You knock on the door three times, and pull your hand back down when you see the door already opening in front of you. When the door is opened, you're confronted by the boy you were dreading to see.

"I'm sorry-" you begin to apologize, but Steve immediately cuts you off.

"Are you serious? I asked you if after school worked and you told me it was fine, and now you're an hour and a half late!"

"Steve-" you try again, but he continues. You stand there, taking in his anger and frustration, and all you can do is blankly stare and nod, not even knowing what you're agreeing with. You shut your eyes and look at the ground, willing the tears to stay back while you twist your fingers in your hands. You don't even know when his voice lost its edge or when it even stopped at all, or when you'd been pulled inside and asked if you were alright. Your eyes are still closed, but your head feels like it's going to explode and you can't hear what he's saying. The tears are streaming down your face before you can help it, and your hands start shaking from how hard you're trying to hold back.

Steve's so taken aback, he can't even speak. He hasn't seen you like this in a long time, not since your dad died and you practically became a parent to your siblings. His heart breaks a little bit at the sight of you, and he feels a part of his old self coming back, wanting to comfort you and protect you just like he did growing up. Just like he's done his whole life, apart from the entirety of this year. He doesn't even care he's supposed to hate you and you're supposed to hate him in this moment, all he knows is that he's the only person that can help you right now, and he's going to do just that.

Steve's face loses its concern and he jumps into protective mode, bringing his hands up to hold either side of your face to get you to look at him.

"Sweetheart, I need you to calm down for me, yeah? What's going on, talk to me."

You stubbornly shake your head and refuse to look up at him. Your chest is still heaving rapidly, and he can tell you can't catch your breath.

"Don't be stubborn right now, I can't help you if you don't let me and you need to let me help you. I can't have you passing out on my floor now can I?" He tries to joke, but you don't get distracted, you keep your eyes down even though they've opened. He sighs, dropping one of his hands to grab yours and place them over his chest. "Slow down, take a deep breath, love."

"I-I can't-" you sputter out to the best of your ability, letting your hand ball his shirt up into a fist.

"Yes, you can. Take a good deep breath," you listen to him momentarily, following what he's doing, and when you do he nods and gives you a nice, soft smile, "there ya go, love, you got it. Do it again."

Seeing him be like this for you again brings you back to all those times you've needed him before, the memories almost came flooding back when you heard his loud voice turn soothing in an instant, just for you. His touch had always been grounding, always took off the pressure and allowed you to come back down, and you hadn't expected it to be the same after so much time apart, but now, it's like nothing changed. He's still Steve- he's still your Steve.

That thought alone comforts you more than anything else.

"Steve-" you whisper softly, "I'm so- sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Sweetheart, don't-"

"No, I have to. I've been horrible to you, and now you're helping me- I just-" you drop your head on his chest, and finally tell him everything. "I feel like I've just been going and going non-stop, and today was it, it was my absolute breaking point. After you, and Justin-"

"Justin? Are you- Are you serious? Is he still giving you shit?"

You gulp, "yeah," but you shake your head quickly, "but he's not even the worst thing, I just... ugh," you stop yourself before you start crying again but Steve feels like he knows.

"When's the last time you got some sleep?"

"I don't know.. a couple days ago?"

"Oh my god," he drops his head back and groans, which actually makes you laugh a bit. He immediately looks down at you, realizing the talking stopped you from panicking, or at least distracted you from it. "Hey," he nudged you a bit, getting you to look up at him, "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't of yelled at you, and I definitely shouldn't have left you that night-"

"That's not your fault, Steve. I pushed you away."

"Yeah, and I shouldn't have let you."

You look at each other for a moment, like, really look at each other. It's been so long since you've been able to hold each other like this, it almost doesn't feel real.

"C'mon, let's get you something to eat."

"It's fine-" you start, before he cuts you off again.

"No, shut up. If you haven't been sleeping, you definitely haven't been eating either, so let's go." He left no room for debate, so you just took his hand and followed him, letting him lead you through his house.

He gives you a couple of your favorite snacks, since he didn't have any sort of meals yet, but you seemed very content, so he thought it was better than nothing. He let you take your time, rubbed your back while you told him about the rest of your shitty day, and grabbed your hand again when he started up the stairs to his room.

"What about the project?" You asked.

"That can wait. You need some sleep first."

"Steve-"

He shook his head, "Nope. Not happening."

At last, you gave up and followed his lead again, which, as much as you'd hate to admit it, it felt nice letting someone else lead you around for a change instead of the other way around. For so long, it's been you taking charge and always bossing your siblings around, but it feels relieving to have Steve with you again to remind you it didn't always have to be that way.

You pulled back the covers in his bed and laid down, not even having to ask for Steve to join you, him already doing the same on the other side. Almost as if no time had passed, you curled up against one another, resting your head on his chest, and his arms wrapping around you to pull you close.

"Go to sleep. I've got you."

His hands rub gentle circles on your back, soothing you and releasing the tension from your body as you slowly relax enough to fall asleep. You fight to keep your eyes open as long as you can, savoring this moment with him, almost as if he won't be here when you wake up.

"Don't worry, I'll be here."

Those words pull at your heartstrings, making you hold him tighter and bury yourself into him deeper, if you even can. Knowing that you're together again has you finally closing your eyes, and falling into a peaceful sleep.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #stranger things

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 5 months

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Guys I just saw this video regarding a chef with mad knife skills making a paper-thin sandwich and all I could think of was

Zeff telling kid!Sanji to make a sandwich and Sanji being a sarcastic lil shithead about it and just—

And Zeff can't even be properly angry about it because of the precision of the cuts, he's actually pretty impressed, has to begrudgingly eat the stupid thing while the little Eggplant sits there smirking about it.

Kid!Sanji: So? *smirk* How is it?

Zeff: *annoyed af* Could use some oregano

Kid!Sanji:.........

Kid!Sanji: *glaring* *grumbling* ...savage....

#mini headcanon #one piece #opla #zeff #sanji #shitpost

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m-writes-stories · 5 months

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I’m Always Here - Part 1

Travis Kelce x Reader

Use of Y/N

Warnings: alcohol, language, arguing, Travis being a little shithead ( I think that’s it)

Word Count: 1088

A/N: this is a co-author story. My co-author doesn’t have a tumblr so she can’t be tagged but she is amazing. This is part of a series I have no clue how long the series will be but here is part one.

We are currently working on part five so i’ll try to get parts 2-4 posted as well. Hopefully I will be able to post a new part once a day (hopefully).

So enjoy part one of I’m Always Here

It was around one am when Y/N heard the garage door open and close. She put down the glass of wine on the coffee table. She had just put her three year old daughter, Avery, to bed. She saw Travis come stumbling in.

“Have a good time?” she asked sarcastically. He stopped knowing he was caught red handed.

“I know where you were Travis,” she took a sip from the glass.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Travis said.

“Don’t fucking lie to me Travis.”

“I was just out with the guys celebrating the win.”

“Travis, I am not even gonna argue with you and cause a fight.”

“I’m not trying to start anything.”

“Yeah sure you are, by coming home drunk! It’s all you ever are anymore.”

“No it’s not. I didn’t last night.”

“I didn’t even see you last night. So how do I know you weren’t?” she said, starting to yell.

“Y/N”

“No! Travis! You're not doing this to me! I’ve defended you many times! Every damn time people say I’m naive or stupid!”

Travis looked at her. “I never fucking asked you to defend me.”

“Do not yell at me. You will wake up your daughter and I just got her back to sleep.”

“I am getting tired of you telling me when I can go out with my friends and teammates and when I can’t”

“Travis, we are not in college anymore. We have a three year old daughter. I need you. She needs you. We need you in our lives. I don’t want to be with someone who clearly doesn’t want to man up.”

“Tomorrow morning pack your shit and leave with Avery.”

“You can’t be serious Travis.”

“If you are gonna say that I don’t want to be Avery’s dad, then I don’t need to be.”

“Travis, that is not what I’m fucking saying. I just need you to be there. I can’t do this on my own.”

“Well now you are on your own. I never asked to have a child. I never asked to do this.”

“You made the decision to be a father when we slept together.”

“I’ll sleep downstairs on the couch. I don't want to be in the same room as you.”

“Travis, please come upstairs.”

“Why Y/N? You and I are over. I can’t keep being harassed by you to stay home and to raise a child I didn’t ask for.”

“I didn’t ask for her either. But here I am. I stepped up. I am having to be two parents because you won’t step up.”

That next morning Y/N woke up and grabbed hers and Avery’s bags. She put them in the suv she got herself. Y/N got Avery sleeping in the car seat. She got in the driver's seat and started the car heading to her parents. Y/N didn’t even know what to think. She was shocked about the effect of the night. All she wanted was for Travis to take responsibility not for her to be driving to her parents to be a single parent. She pulled into her parents driveway an hour later.

“Y/N?” her mom said from the front porch.

Y/N parked her car and got Avery out of the car. “Grammy,” Avery said as she ran towards her grandma.

“Hi, mom,” Y/N said.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Travis and I are not together anymore.” She told her mom.

“What?”

“We got in an argument last night. I asked him to step up and be a father and he said he didn’t want her and told me to leave. So I did.”

“Honey.”

“Mom, I don’t want sympathy.”

“Honey, he hurt you.”

“I don’t need him.”

“Baby,”

“Mom I’m gonna just get Avery down to nap and think about everything.”

“I can get her down. You figure out what you are gonna do.”

“Ok.”

It had been a couple hours of Y/N mindlessly scrolling trying to find an apartment. She actually found a house within a budget that she could afford. Y/n owned a business and it was paying off. Y/n put an offer on the house and it was accepted almost immediately. Y/n headed to the kitchen, in her parents house, she immediately saw her father sitting at the kitchen table.

“Hey dad, you still have Travis’ phone number right?” she asked. “I’m, I believe so. Why what’s up sweetie?”

“I need you to call him and ask if I can come by and get the test of my stuff.”

“Oh yeah I’ll give him a call.”

“Thanks dad.”

Y/n walked up stairs to her bedroom and got ready to go to sleep.

1 Month Later

Travis saw a newer car pull in and didn’t know who it was. Until Y/n got out. She looked good and began walking up the driveway.

“Hey Y/N how are you? Where’s Avery?”

“I’m fine Kelce. She’s with my parents. Can you just unlock the door so I can get my stuff and leave?” He opened the door and she walked in.

“Where’s my stuff? You said you had it all ready by the door for me.”“It’s over there.”

“Thanks” she grabbed the boxes and walked out the door.

“I’m signing my rights over to you. I don’t want to see her. I don’t need to see her. Good luck, I'll send you money each month for her.” Y/n started to tear up, but quickly got in her car where Travis couldn’t see her. She starts the car and Sam's name pops up on the screen. She answered.

“Hey.” She tried to sound cheery.

“What’s wrong baby?” Sam said.

“I’m just glad that I'm leaving Travis. He is just rude to me and he doesn’t want to be a dad. He said he is going to sign his rights over.”

“That’s just…”

“Sam, can you meet me at the house?”

“Yeah I’ll be there as soon as possible.”Y/n drives back to her apartment already seeing Sam and Avery playing outside at the playground. Y/n walks over to them.

“Thanks for getting Avery. You didn’t have to,” y/n said, eyes still red and puffy from crying. She sniffled, causing Avery to look at her.

“What’s wrong Mama?” Avery asked as she ran over and gave her mom a hug.

“I’m fine honey.”

“Then why are you crying mama?”

“I was just upset, baby girl. But I’m ok now.”

#m-writes-stories #travis kelce #travis kelce x reader #travis kelce fanfic

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theodorecanaryhood · 20 days

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The coffee shop guy & the Red Hood: part X

Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Arkhamverse Jason Todd

Warning: some language and sexual references.

Marriage was far from Jason’s mind when he first reached adulthood, marriage was never something Jason was aware of the would get.

Alas, here he is sitting with a silver band around his left ring finger. You smiling slightly opposite him as you saw the waiter coming with your food.

‘Babe, foods here’ you announced as Jason snapped out of his day dream.

Jason was day dreaming a lot lately, mostly about you. Jason never admitted that you were constantly on his mind, but he knew that you are aware.

Truth be told, Jason is on your mind all the time too.

‘Gosh, you remember my ex boyfriend Zach?’ You asked, Jason feeling venom in his eyes.

The shithead that was too worried about his pretty face getting ruined when you were held at gunpoint, Red Hood saved your life and changed it that night.

‘Y/n, his name is like nails on a chalk board’ Jason remarked, sarcastically.

You chuckled as Jason grabbed his fork, tucking into his dinner.

‘Well, he has a new boyfriend apparently. Both as snobby as each other’ you revealed, Jason shot an eyebrow up.

‘Surprised he could get his dick hard if I’m honest’ Jason whipped back, his words were quite harsh at times.

You never said anything as you knew it wasn’t directed at you, Jason spoke poorly of people he didn’t like. Jason is stubborn like that, if he doesn’t like you, no changing his mind.

There was a lot about Jason you grew to love over time, Jason was never vicious toward or about you. He just didn’t sugarcoat stuff and always spoke his mind.

The grocery trip was busy, you put it down to school holidays. Jason was his usual on this trip, disappearing down aisles from getting distracted.

‘Sir, please stop putting stuff in my cart’ Jason remarked to you, jokingly making out you didn’t know each other.

‘Is that a joke? This is my cart’ you replied as the older woman in the aisle watched.

‘You’re harassing me’ Jason joked again, you laughed as you nudged your glasses up your face.

Jason leant over and kissed you as the woman looked confused, you chuckled.

‘We’re married, Jason just likes to play pretend’ you commented.

It was usual Friday tasks as the night turned late, you slept deeply next to Jason as he snored away.

It was the dim early morning light when Jason woke up, it was a slight chill as Jason stirred awake. No reasoning behind it, but he smiled sleepily as he saw you.

Your bare back toward Jason as he moved closer to you, pecking the back of your neck as he ran his hand down your back.

The warmth of your skin made Jason tingle as he wrapped his arm around your waist, burying his face into your hair.

‘What time is it?’ You asked groggy as you barely opened your eyes.

‘Early, go back to sleep babe’ Jason whispered back, not sure if you were actually awake or not.

Dreams filled your sleeping head as you lay next to Jason, your breathing stayed relaxed, Jason fell back into a sweet sleep.

The shower filled your skin as you rubbed your face, your damp hair dripped water down your face and neck, Jason stood at the sink with his razor in his hand.

‘You ever thought of growing a beard?’ You asked Jason through the shower curtain.

Jason laughed a little, shedding his skin of stubble, thinking for a second about his answer.

‘Nope, maybe when I’ve got some grey hair to show off’ Jason replied.

You swung the shower curtain open as your towel tied around your waist. Your bare body on show as Jason almost dropped at the sight of you.

‘You look great without clothes you know’ Jason stared at you through the mirror.

‘So do you’ you winked as you kissed Jason’s back.

The day was filled with usual chaos of a Saturday, Jason had a few nights off to spend with his husband, so patrol was overdue.

Red Hood bombed down the streets of Gotham as he fought the criminals roaming the streets.

Usual ending for the night as Jason greeted the GCPD officers, standing at the cars with the lights flashing.

‘Nice upgrade’ an officer complimented as Red Hood thanked him.

Red Hood had a new helmet and an upgrade to his gear, a suggestion from you as you’d had your few brushes with criminals. You wanted to ensure that Jason was safe.

The days seemed a blur but as long as Jason was with you, he didn’t care much.

Jason held your hand with pride as the two of you walked through the City, your skin like Velcro to Jason’s, he couldn’t help but stick to it.

‘Shall we try here next date night?’ You asked as you pointed to the new Japanese restaurant that had opened.

‘Sure thing baby’ Jason agreed as he swung his arm a little, holding your hand in his.

The two of you ventured to the movie theatre, taking the escalator up to your floor, Jason barcoding you with his arms and body. Never failing to make you feel safe.

Seated next to each other for your movie screening, Jason wanted to see it in 3D but figured it wouldn’t be nice to make you watch something in a glasses over glasses situation.

‘Fuck, that was violent’ Jason commented once the credits rolled.

‘That main guy was hot though’ you replied, walking down the steps with Jason tailing behind you.

‘Nah, he isn’t my type, that Morgan guy was hot though’ Jason said as you gave him a weird look.

‘Really?’ You questioned as Jason smiled and nodded.

‘Not as hot as you y/n, you’re fucking gorgeous’ Jason sleazed as he slapped your butt.

‘All right stud’ you side smiled as Jason pulled you in for a kiss.

It was a deep, passionate kiss as Jason’s hands roamed. Yours did too as Jason slipped his tongue in your mouth.

‘Let’s get home first’ you panted as Jason sunk his teeth into your neck.

‘Shit, I’m gonna bust right here darling’ Jason whispered into your ear.

It was a nice journey home, Jason carried you in his back most of the way home. Playing the patient game, you knew Jason would destroy you the second the two of you got inside.

You were correct in thinking that, Jason didn’t give you a chance. He liked the door and threw you on the bed.

Candles lit the room dimly as the light music played in the background, a playlist Jason had for your bedroom activities.

Your hole was filled generously as Jason never stopped for a second to make the two of you feel good. Your hole filled with either Jason’s tongue, finger or manhood.

It was a night of love and raw passion, Jason make you feel things a man had never made you feel before.

Jason let you spill your seed that night plenty of times too, as well as fill you with his.

Jason’s heartbeat was soothing as you lay your head on his chest, Jason’s muscles held you in place. Your eyes drifting to a close as Jason continued listening to the light music in the background.

It was calming as Jason felt so happy to have you in his arms. All those times he stared at you in the coffee shop and now, you’re his. And he’s yours.

The room went dark as Jason blew the candles out, silence soon followed as he turned the music off. Sliding back into bed as he held you all night, a sleep well needed as Jason hummed slightly.

Satisfied from being emptied so many times as Jason kissed the top of your head, and you tucked your head a little more into Jason’s chest.

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #Blake Steven

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beetlebug-bii · 11 months

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Feral Child MC Arrives

Part one? Let me know if you want more feral child MC with their older brothers. Felt bored so have this funky little crack prompt.

Notes: Gender Neutral MC, slight cussing, written for fun, enjoy!

okay so moving to the Devildom was a whole choice you made

Like yeah you were an orphan

and like maybe- MAYBE YOU WERE A LITTLE UPSET WITH MISS VELA THE HEADMASTER OF THE ORPHANAGE OKAY

MAYBE SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE LET THE OTHER BRATTY KIDS COME AND JUST STEAL YOUR ONLY PAIR OF SHOES LIKE WHO DOES THAT??? YOU ONLY GOT ONE PAIR??? THAT WAS A TARGETED CRIME.

so maybe in response you didn't tell anyone that you- yes YOU got accepted into a ROYAL ACADEMY.

Steal my shoes? fine whatever, guess who gets to go to ROYAL SCHOOL

NOT YOU LOSERS

your face is probably already on milk cartons...

Rest in peace MC you can already hear those shoe stealers saying while wearing YOUR FUCKIN SHOES

But then like you actually showed up

And you aren't sure if you were met with like

Instant Karma for being petty or-

Anyways you're kind of sort of in hell

Whoopsies

It's okay though because you absolutely won over the highest demons in the Devildom

...wait actually thinking about it that really doesn't sound like a good thing-

Whatever

You're here, they love you!

You have been slaying since you arrived.

You walked into the student council room day one, a pair of sunglasses and a mocha latte from Starbucks in hand

You stole that latte too, like you were in the hall and just snatched it from this loser with white hair-

oh shit

Heyyyyyy

You were quick to find out

The demon you stole from was actually Mammon, the avatar of greed and your babysitter.

Let's just say Mammon wasn't especially happy about being a little thiefs babysitter

Which may or may not have received the MOST bombastic side eye from his five other brothers.

Aside from that though, how did your arrival go you may be wondering?

Lucifer just sat with his head in his hands, so upset that they have two children in this program- but damn at least one of them was an angel, then there was you- only comparable to a small glass rodent

Levi was sitting dreading having to move all his collectibles and games and- you know what?? maybe he will just invest in a security system...he so doesn't want to be a babysitter...whatever its Mammon's job..........fuck he was gonna have to be the babysitter!!! Mammon never does his job!!!

Satan could have cared less if you were three or eighty-seven, you're just some human and he was so ready to ask so many questions (unfortunately for him you're kind of a little sarcastic shithead / affectionate. he ain't getting any reasonable answers but he doesn't know that yet shhh let him be happy for like three minutes before he realizes.

Asmo? Asmodeus. My dude. Was so. Fucking. Excited. He was immediately squeezing you and pinching your cheeks and taking pictures of you in your little sunglasses. It's been FOREVER since Asmo has had the chance to absolutely coddle a little sibling. He was the first to just accept that yeah, this human is ours, we aren't giving it back. He was already planning to take you shopping for new clothes, and new furniture, you are going to be the most spoiled kid in the universe...and all you have to give in return is like any sense of privacy. Now smile for the camera!

Beel. Sweet sweet beel. Was also so quick to accept you. Not quite as part of the family, but as a new little friend. He was a bit worried to get close because you're just so tiny, but he quickly found out you were feral when he went in for a handshake and you just...bit him. For why? Why would you do this? Like he's fine, he barely felt it, but like...does he taste good? Did you want to be picked up? You were like a smaller Belphie with more energy...that thought made him smile

Your first day with the brothers was quite flabbergasting for everyone involved

You stole from Mammon, bit Beel, scampered around the floor, chewed on Diavolo's jacket, escaped for a while

By the end of the day the brothers were exhausted from chasing you

Its been too long since a kid has been around

They are far too out of practice

Mega L for them, while they're sleeping you're gonna make pancakes

Do you know how to use the stove?

Nah

Are you confident regardless

Unfortunately yeah

Good luck to the brothers

They're gonna need it...

...both for technically kidnapping you and because they have to deal with you-

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swans-chirping-in-the-distance · 20 days

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hi.... so you like keefe, and that's the general concensus

could you maybe help explain his virtues and stuff more? it's hard to see his appeal

(hope this isn't rude)

Ofc I will!! I want to dissect him <33

I would like to start out by saying that while I think that his flaws make sense and I'll defend that he's a traumatized teen, I don't think he's flawless. I don't think he actually does nothing wrong. I LOVE that he has flaws.

Keefe is my favorite "using jokes to cover sadness" character because I love the depth he has. He comes across as silly and joking but if you dig just a little bit you see that he's angry, and even further, that he's sad.

Keefe is angry that he's been hurt so many times, that those he loves have been hurt so many times, and that the people that should be his home made him like this. Because Keefe has this disgustingly warped perspective of himself, and whether or not he realizes it, it's all their fault. If his family had been there for him he wouldn't have become how he did. He put up walls and cracked jokes and avoided everything because that's all he could do. He was so young when he was being abused that he didn't know how to deal with things. His parents literally formed his brain, in a way.

And that's why he's so reckless. He's so desperate to be different from them; so desperate to be better. And he makes these rash decisions out of love. Because he never got love from his family. And he wanted it so damn bad. So he gives it out to people, but never the right amount. He trusted his mom. He trusted Alvar. He trusted all of them, and look where that got him.

He's just so jealous. Jealous of perfect Fitz Vacker who is always chosen in his eyes. Jealous of perfect Sophie Foster who's wrongs are nowhere near Keefe's in his eyes. Jealous of every parent relationship that's good, that he should've had.

And through all of it, he's just…sad. While Fitz is built on this uncontrollable backbone of anger and Tam is built on this unwavering support of trauma-induced love, Keefe is built on this dark void in his heart made up of sadness. This empty hole from spending so much time in a toxic place, and the stark contrast between that and the "perfect" Vackers. All he was really shown in his formative years was what not to do. And he knows it. And he feels it every single day when he wakes up and distracts himself with little things so he doesn't have to face the big ones. Because facing them means facing him, and Keefe fears nothing more than that.

And although he can be mean and insensitive and screw up, he can really get people. He just doesn't always know how to deal with it. But he's learning. He's teaching himself to be kind by displaying the gentleness he wished he had. He doesn't want people to hurt like he has.

Throughout all of his flaws, Keefe Sencen cares. He cares about everything and nothing and all in between. And that is truly what makes Keefe an interesting character to me. The depth of his suffering and the way he naturally expresses it.

Also he's a little sarcastic shithead

#this is the closest i could get to dissecting him hope i did good #im so sorry you did NOT consent to a multiparagraph essay but yk #i might be seeing things that arent there but i dont think i am #anyhoo #hope this helped lmao #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #kotlc keefe #twilomiwb

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Summary: Sturniolo. Your rival once you take a step on the ice ring. You and Chris are both very good players of opposite teams and schools. But the college, you both look forward on getting a sport scholarship, only takes 1 person pro year. The only thing you want to focus on is hockey. But that isn’t as easy as it first seemed when you met Nick - the triplet brother of your rival

Warnings: cursing, sad

-g3z0

Nick’s POV

Chris pushes our front door open as he rushes inside. Me and Matt follow behind him.

„Chris, what the actually fuck?“ Matt snaps at him, throwing his arms up.

Chris clenches his jaw as he sits down on our coach, resting his elbows on his knees and laying his hands into his face.

„You could‘ve killed him.“ Matt states, staring a hole into Chris’s head.

„Don’t you think I know that?“ Chris snaps back, looking up at Matt and me. „What the fuck was I supposed to do?“ he yells.

„Just stand there and do nothing while this fucker calls Nick a fag?“ he spats.

My heart sinks into my stomach. I bite my lip and rub my arm awkwardly.

He didn’t get the scholarship because of me.

„It doesn’t matter anymore.“ Chris sighs, leaning his hands back into his face „fucking Woolfaar got the scholarship.“ he mumbles.

Y/n.

A small part in me hoped that he didn’t get it so we could stay togethe - Even if it’s selfish.

„Fuck.“ Chris sighs, rubbing his eyes.

Matt lets out a sigh and sits down next to Chris. „Hey. It’s okay.“ Matt says softly.

Chris shakes his head and drops his hands „this was my fucking dream.“ he scoffs. I lick my lips and sit down next to him.

He strokes his thumb over the palm of his hand as he stares down at them. „I don’t know what to do..“ he whispers.

Guilt fills my whole body.

I lean my head against his shoulder and close my eyes „Im sorry..“ I whisper.

„We‘ll figure something out.“ Matt mumbles as he lays his arm around me and Chris.

Y/n‘s POV

I quickly walk upstairs as I yell a short „home!“ through the house. I walk into my room and rifle through my desk, trying to find my notebook.

I took notes after every game me and Chris played against each other.

I wrote down his weaknesses and strengths and who won after each game.

I did it to improve of myself.

But now I don’t need it for me.

I quickly put the Notesbook into my backpack and run the stairs down again. „Bye!“ I yell through the house as I push the door handle of my front door down.

I freeze as I hear the voice of a man.

I hesitate a little before I let go off the door handle and walk into the living room.

The voices of the man and my mom stops as I walk into the living room.

„grandpa.�� I breathe, blinking at him.

He turns around to me, his arms crossed over his chest.

„what- what are you doing here?“ I swallow.

He shakes his head a little „you act like you seen a ghost.“ he says sarcastically before he walks over to me and wraps his arms around me.

I stare at the ground as his arms come up around me and my heart clenches a little as he does.

When i was little, me and Ethan used to spend the summers at my grandpa‘s.

My grandpa isn’t like my dad. Grandpa was more than a father to me than he ever was.

He’s a good man who likes classic music and lives on a farm.

I breathe his scent in as my arms come around him „I missed you.“ I breathe.

He chuckles softly and lets go off me, looking me up and down „Jesus, how big you got.“ he smiles.

„What are you doing here?“ I question, blinking at him.

He pats my arm before he lets go off me „I need to take care of my kid, hm?“ he smiles looking back at my mom.

He sighs before he looks back to me „your mom called me and told me about the shithead of your dad.“

„Dad.“ my mom warns. „what?“ my grandpa throws his arms up and turns to face my mom „it‘s true. I told you from the beginning he’s an fucking loser.“ he spats.

My mother sighs and looks down. Grandpa looks back to me and smiles softly „hockey clothes? Still playing?“ he asks.

I look down at myself before looking back at him „yeah- no-" I close my eyes for a moment and let out a sigh „it’s.. complicated.“ I breathe.

He purses his lips and nods a little.

„Grandpa- I’m sorry but I gotta go.“ I take a few steps back. He nods at me and waves me off „yeah, yeah, you go.“ he smiles before he sits down next to me mom.

I give him a quick smile before I walk out of the living room.

„What is that?“ Ethan blinks up at me as he’s sitting on his bed.

„Notes.“ i state. He licks his lips and looks down on the notebook I just threw on his lap. „Yeah, I can see that.“ he mumbles.

I roll my eyes and let out a sigh „notes about Chris. The way he plays, the games he won against us-"

„Y/n.“ Ethan says sternly, making me stop talking. He looks up at me with a frown „what is all this? What’s your fucking plan?“ he questions.

I let out a breathe and tilt my head to the side. „I don’t want the scholarship..“ I mumble.

Ethan groans and lays his hand on his face, rubbing it. „Wolfie.“ he mumbles through gritted teeth.

I shaky me head „I know what you’re thinking but I really don’t want it.“ I sigh.

„You don’t want it?“ he asks, glaring at me „you don’t want the one thing you‘ve been wanting since you‘re ten years old?“

I close my eyes for a moment and run my hand through my hair „I don’t-" I bite my lip and let out a breathe „I don’t.“ I repeat, this time more confident in my voice.

Ethan raises his eyebrows before he scoffs, shaking his head „is this about Nick?“ he asks.

I frown at him. „What? No-" I shake my head. „Y/n, if this is about Sturniolo you‘re-"

„It’s not about fucking Nick! Or chris!“ I snap at him, making him blink at me. I take a deep breathe and run my hand over my face.

„It’s about me.“ I breathe „once in my fucking life it’s about me.“ I let out a laugh, shaking my head.

„I like hockey, Ethan. But I don’t like it that much. I don’t-" I sigh a little „I don’t want it to be my whole life.“ I whisper, looking down at him.

He just stares at me. I bite my inner cheek and swallow the lump in my throat.

„I just wanted to make my dad proud..“ I mumble, playing with the hem of my shirt „that’s why I did it. That’s why I trained so hard-" my voice breaks slightly and I close my eyes for a moment, trying not to break down in front of my best friend - again.

I take a deep breathe. „But it doesn’t matter anymore..“ I whisper, shaking my head. I open my eyes again and look down at Ethan.

„Because no matter what I do..“ I shrug with my shoulders a little „he‘ll always hate me.“ I breathe.

„so why should I chase after his dream?“ I mumble, more to myself than to Ethan.

Ethan lets out a sigh and runs his hand through his hair „you‘re fucking with my head, Wolfie.“ Ethan breathes.

I let out a small chuckle before I sit down next to him on the bed.

Ethan grabs a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it, leaning his elbows on his thighs as he leans a little forward and looks through my notebook.

„Chris is good.“ Ethan states after he exhaled the smoke in his lungs. He tilts his head to look over at me and smiles „you‘re better, tho.“

The corner of my lips curl up into a weak smile and I let out a breathe „I would say we’re on the same page..“ I whisper.

He scoffs and looks down at the notebook again. „You‘re a good person, you know that, Wolfie?“ he whispers.

I shrug with my shoulders. „Maybe..“

„no, like- seriously.“ Ethan says, looking back at me. „I wouldn’t do that for Chris. Hell, I think I wouldn’t even do it for Jacob.“ he scoffs.

I let out a small laugh „I wouldn’t do that for Jacob either.“ I mumble sarcastically, making him roll his eyes.

„Yeah, yeah.“ he smiles. „Im not a fan of your choice.“ he says. I let out a sigh. „But-" he continues „you know i‘ll have your back, no matter what.“

I smile at him. „Thank you..“ I whisper. „You’re a good person, you know that, Ethan?“ I chuckle.

„oh, fuck off.“ he laughs, shaking his head „you make me sound corny as shit.“

I let out a chuckle and nudge him with my elbow „it was kinda corny.“ I tease him.

He takes another drag from his cigarette and flips me off with his middle finger.

I look down at my mom who’s sleeping on the sofa. I smile to myself as I put a blanket softly over her, letting her sleep.

She needs it. She almost didn’t have any sleep the last few nights. Not like I hadn’t the same problem.

I look out of the big glass doors as I see my grandpa sitting on the porch. I let out a breathe and step outside, quietly closing the door behind me.

„Hey.“ I smile a little. He looks up from the book he’s holding in his hand and returns my smile „hey.“

I slowly sit down on the chair that’s placed next to his „how’s mom doing?“ I ask.

He closes his book „she‘ll be okay.“ he sighs „im gonna help her with the divorce. I‘ll take care of it so you and her can keep the house.“

I swallow a little looking down at my hands. Divorce.

That one thing my mom and dad should‘ve gotten a loooong time ago.

„Why does it hurt so much to love someone..?“ I whisper, almost so quietly that he can’t even hear.

He blinks at me before he takes a deep breathe, giving me a soft smile „Love hurts so much because.. it feels like it's all-encompassing - like it's the only thing that matters.“

I bring my hand up to my face and rub my eyes.

Grandpa stares at me for a few seconds before he continues „When that love isn't returned, it feels like the entire world has been taken away from you. And when that love ends, it feels like it's been ripped from your grasp.“

„It's a pain that lingers, that can't be escaped from, that comes back to haunt you in your memories, in your thoughts, and in your dreams.“ he pats my arm softly and smiles at me „or it makes you stay awake.“

He lets out a sigh „It's a pain that's all-encompassing, and it hurts more than anything else." He whispers softly.

Does he have an answer to everything?

I blink at him and shake my head a little „feels like it’s not even worth to try..“ I mumble.

He chuckles softly and lets go off my arm „trust me, y/n. When you find the right person you would go through that pain again and again for them.“

I feel how my throat thightens up and it starts to hurt when I swallow.

„You have someone in mind?“ he asks softly.

I press my lips together and shift in my seat a little „yeah-“ I breathe, trying to blink the tears in my eyes back.

I lay my hand over my eyes and let out a breathe „doesn’t matter anymore.. I fucked up.“ I mumble.

Grandpa lets out a laugh, making me look at him „what..?“ I ask. He chuckles and leans back in his seat „you know how many times I fucked up with your grandma?“

My lips turn into a slight smile as he mentions her. He stares at the ground with a wide smile across his face, shaking his head „I fucked up, again and again.. and she forgave me every single time..“ he sighs softly.

„Not because I deserved it-" he chuckles, tilting his head „because I tried to better myself. I worked on myself - for her.“

I stare at him for a few seconds before I hesitantly start his speak again „do you miss her?“

He clenches his jaw a little as he stares at the ground. He purses his lips and looks up in the sky, looking at the stars.

„Everyday.“ he breathes, seeming like he didn’t answered me. I smile a little as I look down at my hands again.

„It hurts.“ he continues „everyday..“ he sighs. I look back at him, his gaze meeting mine.

„But it‘s worth it..“ he smiles „it‘s worth every fucking day I got to hold her, love her and call her mine..“

Wow.

„You shouldn’t be scared to love, y/n.“ he shakes his head a little „you shouldn’t be scared of who you love.“

My heart skips a beat and my eyes widen a little. Did mom told him? Did he saw the video.

He chuckles a little and rolls his eyes playfully „come on, y/n. Don’t you think I saw it?“

Oh god. This is bad. Really bad.

He saw it.

I dig my fingernails into my palms as I clench my fists together. Don’t panic. Don’t panic.

Don’t panic.

„I saw how you and Ethan always looked at each other“

I freeze. I frown and look at him before I bursts out in laughter. His eyebrows furrow together „what?“ he asks, seemingly confused by my reaction.

„Oh god-" I laugh, shaking my head „oh god, no.“

„What?“ he repeats as his lips turn into a smile, laughing a little with me.

I rub my eyes and chuckle „you have terrible reading skills.“

He lets out a small laugh „oh.. are you not..?“

I run through my hair and smile a little „no- I am. But, Jesus, not with Ethan.“ I laugh again.

„Right..“ he softly laughs. „But I’m sure the boy is very lucky to have you.. even if you fucked up.“ he smiles.

I nod a little as my smile slowly fades, looking back at the ground. „Maybe..“ I breathe.

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sserpente · 2 years

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A/N: Request from @simp-for-slasher. Ohhh, let me tell you, I have so many more ideas for Billy. 😉 But for now, enjoy this request, everyone!

Words: 1768 Warnings: break up

Tires screeched behind you in the parking lot but you had no mind to turn around to possibly avoid getting run over by a careless driver. Disappointment, anger and grief turned you both blind and deaf when you stormed out of the Arcade. Your eyes were burning up with tears as you slid down one of the pillars and hugged your knees.

It hurt. It fucking hurt. The fact that your so-called boyfriend had been cheating on you repeatedly all the while you had worked your arse off to afford the deposit for what was going to be your shared house had you seething and, more importantly… broken.

And according to him, you should just “fucking accept it” because you were “the woman in the relationship” and you “ought to respect he had to act on his primal urges while you took care of the rest”. At this point, you might as well become a lesbian. Men were all arseholes—just a bunch of sexist, ignorant and narrow-minded…

“You alright there?” Wiping your face, you looked up to find another one of their species standing right in front of you. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes and his presumably expensive Denim outfit complimented his blonde hair. A three-day beard completed his appearance. He was handsome. Ironically, the most handsome men were often arseholes too.

Oh, just perfect. You recognised him. It was Billy Hargrove. He’d moved here from California with his step-sister Max. Rumour had it he was quite the cavalier among the women here in Hawkins, and that was despite how he treated Max and the fact he appeared to have rather racist tendencies.

“Yes. I’m fine,” you snapped. “Leave me alone, Billy.”

“You don’t look fine.” Surprisingly, he didn’t sound as aggressive as usual. Quite on the contrary. Billy took off his sunglasses to reveal what resembled actual concern.

“What happened? Was it your boyfriend? I saw him leave the Arcade through the back door with a sluttily dressed bitch.”

“Ex-boyfriend,” was all you said in response.

“About time. That shithead wasn’t treating you right. Fucked another girl every night.” You failed to suppress the sob that tore through you upon hearing those words. But of course, Billy Hargrove would know. He was in the first line whenever one of the teens threw a party here to fuck, drink and get high.

“Yeah, thanks,” you remarked sarcastically.

“You want me to beat him up for you? I’ll beat him up.”

You paused, flabbergasted. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me the first time,” Billy replied and pressed his lips together to a thin line. Then, much to your surprise, he bent down to look you directly in the eye.

“No! No. Don’t beat him up. No violence. He’s not worth it. I won’t even waste another breath on him.”

Billy stared at you for a moment. “Okay. Do you have a ride home?”

You didn’t. You’d come here with your boyfriend and spent all of your change on the Arcade machines before your fight. You’d have to walk home at this point unless you managed to bribe the bus driver.

“I’ll figure something out, just leave me alone.”

“I’ll drive you. Get in my car. I have two hours before I have to pick up my redhead pest again.”

You scoffed. “Aren’t you a nice big brother?”

“I’m not really her brother. Get up, I’ll drive you,” he repeated. He didn’t even expect you to protest so it appeared. So you rolled your eyes, ignoring the hand he offered to help you get up.

“Fine,” you mumbled. It was probably better than walking for thirty minutes. At least in the flip-flops you were currently wearing.

You got into Billy’s car, albeit reluctantly, ignoring the looks of two young girls when they spotted you with him. It was more than likely they thought you were his latest conquest. You scoffed once more. Hooking up with Billy Hargrove was most certainly the last thing on your mind right now, his good looks be damned.

Billy spat the chewing gum he’d had in his mouth on the asphalt and then got into the driver’s seat. The engine roared to life when he twisted the key and pulled out of the parking lot. You fastened your seatbelt just in case. He wasn’t exactly known for reasonable speeds.

“You know where I live, right?” You asked after a few moments of silence. Relaxed, Billy stirred the car with his head slightly tilted.

“Yeah,” he said—and then, he took a turn to the right, further away from the street you lived in.

“Then where the hell are you driving?!” Your heart skipped a beat. For just a split second, your mind jumped to a horrific scenario in which Billy abducted you and locked you up in an abandoned building but then again… those two girls had surely not been the only ones seeing you climbing into Billy Hargrove’s car with your face still wet from tears.

“I know. I thought you might be hungry, I’m taking you someplace to eat.” Blinking, you stared at him, unbelieving. “Surfer Boy Pizza okay? There aren’t a lot of good restaurants in this shithole.”

“You’re old enough now to leave if you hate it so much here…” You sighed.

“You didn’t answer my question,” he pressed. You sighed once more.

“Yeah. It’s fine.” And I can’t believe I’m doing this, you added silently.

Your tears had dried up a little by now at least. Billy had successfully managed to distract you, you had to give him that—even though you were unsure what his end goal was here.

Once he had his car all parked up and beckoned you towards the restaurant with a quick movement of his head, the question mark in your head grew bigger and bigger.

He sat you both down in a quiet corner and shoved the menu towards you before choosing something for yourself.

“Pick something, I’m paying.” Your eyebrows shot up. You weren’t quite sure how to respond to that so you remained silent until a waitress approached you to take your orders. You went for a corndog and a coke, Billy ordered a large portion of fries and a beer for himself. He wasn’t wrong—your anger towards your now ex-boyfriend had made you hungry.

“I’m not such an asshole, you know,” he suddenly said.

“Then why do you always act like one?” You raised an eyebrow but Billy remained unfazed.

“I offered to drive you home after I found you crying outside of the Arcade and now I’m buying you lunch. How am I acting like an asshole right now? Because I don’t like certain people here? I have a right to.” He ignored the waitress who returned with your drinks at that moment.

“Well, for starters, you could’ve said ‘thank you’ to the person kind enough to serve you something just now. And what do you mean by ‘you have a right to dislike certain people’?” You tilted your head. “I know what you said about the Sinclairs, you know, I’m not stupid.”

“So what?”

“It’s ridiculous. You judge people based on a biological phenomenon where their cells produce more melanin than ours to protect itself from the sun in hot climate.”

“Alright, thank you,” he stressed once the waitress put your food on your table. She scurried away irritated. “Listen, doll, if I had wanted a science lesson I would have asked. I was wrong about the Sinclair boy, is that what you wanna hear? You could just say ‘thank you’ as well instead of complaining.”

“What’s your plan, Billy?” You asked. He shrugged in response and snatched up a fry to eat.

“I told you. I’m not a complete asshole.”

“No. You barely know me. And now you bought me lunch. I appreciate that, Billy, but this day is not going to end with me in your bed.”

“Why do you think that’s what I’m planning?”

“Your reputation precedes you.”

You shifted on your seat when he smirked. Despite everything, he certainly did not fail to make an impact on you.

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t exactly make a great first impression when I came to Hawkins.”

“Am I sensing humbleness? Or is that an allergic reaction to your fries?” With a sly grin, you finally bit into your corndog. Oh, you really had been hungry.

“Listen…” You shivered when Billy spoke your name. “I may not be the gentleman you expect but I think you’re beautiful. I’ve been watching you for a while… in a…” He paused, smiling to himself. “…not at all creepy way, I mean. I saw you at the pool a lot in summer and… around here. Always with that douchebag of a boyfriend. I might as well shoot my shot now. My usual flattery doesn’t work on you either. I kinda like that.”

“So… you’re saying that…”

“I like you. Believe it or not, seeing you cry on the ground because of that prick did something to me and that feels fucking strange. So how about you let me call this a date and I distract you from your ex-boyfriend for a while and then maybe I’ll call you tomorrow after I brought you back home safely?” Billy sounded so confident it felt like it was already decided. He’d made the first step, admitted his crush on you and now, demandingly and in a very Billy-way, he asked for your permission to take you out. Which he was doing already right now anyway.

You took a deep breath. This was a really bad idea. What did they always say? When it rains it pours? You had a feeling that if you were not careful with this flame, it would burn you and break what was left of your heart at this point. And yet, you found yourself nodding.

“Alright, Hargrove. You get this one night. No sex. You bring me home before midnight. Until then… go right ahead, distract me.” You leaned back and took another bite of your corndog.

“And…” You swallowed. “I should… probably apologise to you for drawing conclusions too early.”

Billy smirked. “I deserved it. I guess I’m sorry for being an asshole.”

“You’re not really sorry though, are you?”

“Not yet… but I got a feeling I will be if I do end up calling you tomorrow.” You grinned. He’d certainly have to put in a lot of work to convince you. But something told you that underneath all of that arrogance, he could, potentially, be a nice guy. Maybe you’d bring it to the surface eventually.

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goldenlevi · 2 years

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Loving you is fun

A/N: so you guys know how much I fuckin love Eddie, I actually made a moodboard someone shoot me down 😔😔🫣🫣 I tried to make this light and just fun really I hope I did a decent job hehe Please enjoy and let me know if you liked it! Let’s all enjoy ST and Eddie together muah ; you can check my other works here

🎧 no warnings: contains fluff, some swear words, suggestive dialogue? 🎧 reblogs, likes, and just feedback are much appreciated 🖤 🎧 summary: You and Eddie are in an established relationship for a few years now. The kids ask you to join them as a sub on a D&D session not knowing that you and him were together.

Part two Part three

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“Do you guys wanna do something tonight?” You asked your friends while going through a stack of movies. You, Robin, and Steve worked together in your local Family Video store.

Steve and you were friends for a long time, having gone to high school together, you always got along fine even though you were not friends with the basketball team whatsoever. The last couple of years however, you got much closer thanks to another dimension deciding to make itself known in Hawkins. Robin was a welcome addition to your group. She calls you guys the 3 musketeers that occasionally spied on Russians and battle monsters.

“Shit, I can’t. I have band. Pep rally and all” She smiled, probably thinking about her crush. “You should come” Robin added, despite already knowing the answer.

You made a face at that. Sitting behind band during a game for a school you no longer attended to, wasn’t exactly your ideal way of spending a Friday evening. Although you could tolerate it to support Lucas.

Blowing your gum, you turned to Steve. “What about you doofus?”

As a response, Steve threw a random pen at your head. “I can’t either shithead. I’m going too with a date” He smirked at you both.

“Ew” You scoffed. “I can’t believe I’m being ditched by my two best friends” Steve rolled his eyes watching you sigh entirely for dramatic effect.

“Oh please! Don’t act like you’re not asking because Eddie’s probably busy” He retorted much to your dismay, an exaggerated gasp left your mouth making Robin laugh.

“How dare you, Steve Harrington! You know damn well I enjoy all you guys’ company just the same” You faked hurt, a hand gripping your chest. The short-haired girl shook her head smiling as she thought you and Eddie looked the same when being dramatic.

“Yeah, yeah we know” He smiled reassuringly.

“I do wish you guys liked him more” you stated, turning to a more serious tone.

“Hey! I like Eddie! Steve here is the one who can’t get over high school” Robin argued.

You guessed that was true. Robin, even though she could be sarcastic she was always nice and gave people a chance. “It’s true that even him has trouble believing me when I say Steve changed a lot” You admitted.

The boy clapped his hands excitedly. “Ah see! It’s not just me. Eddie doesn’t like me either!” Steve exclaimed, as if that helped his case. Robin and you chuckled at his outburst.

Come to think of it, amongst your group of friends, the kids were the only ones that had no knowledge of your relationship with Eddie. You were a private person and didn’t really flaunt it around town. You and Eddie enjoyed your privacy, and being away from the preconceptions that came along with small minded people.

The phone rang, interrupting your conversation. The three of you exchanged looks, silently challenging each other to see who would break first. You narrowed your eyes, sighing knowing the two idiots weren't gonna do it anytime soon.

You picked up the phone, greeting what you thought was a customer. “You reached Family video, how can I help you?”

“Y/N! Hi, I'm glad you picked up!” You smiled recognising the young voice.

“Mike, how many times have we told you not to call here unless it's an emergency?”

“Well how do you know it's not one?” The young boy challenged.

“Is it?”

He paused before answering. “....no. Kind of” he sighed, deciding to go straight to the point. “we need a favor”

That intrigued you, as long as it had nothing to do with the supernatural you were fine with whatever. “Okay, what's up?”

“Can you give me and Dustin a ride tonight?”

“Uh sure,” you agreed easily, a tad confused why he would be stalling if they just wanted a simple ride. “I'm free so it's fine”

“Great! And...maybe you could also, you know be our sub for tonight’s D&D session?”

Okay that made more sense. “Mike, why do you want a ride to your own house? Don’t you guys usually play in your basement?” You frowned, this was probably a trick to dress you up in a characters of their choice’s clothing. Again.

He coughed, suddenly speaking fast. “Oh no, we do that sometimes yes. But tonight it’s with our club, in school you know? We’re one short, and Eddie didn’t want to postpone so -”

“Eddie?” You interrupted him, eyebrows raising. Oh. Hellfire. Right, you completely forgot that they were apart of it. You usually didn’t sit through whatever they did there and admittedly, you absolutely had no idea how to play the beloved game. Eddie had tried numerous times to explain it to you, however each time, you found him so incredibly cute that you couldn’t help yourself. He quickly forgot about it as well as soon as he felt your mouth on his.

“Yes. Eddie Munson. You probably heard of him right? He’s cool, I promise! People say stuff about him but it’s not true!” Well you knew that. You found it sweet the way Mike defended Eddie so quickly.

“Yes, I know him. Don’t worry, you know I don’t listen to what people say. It’s okay, I’ll help you guys out. But be warned, I don’t know anything about Dungeons and Dragons”

You heard Dustin yelling in the background repeatedly thanking you, making you laugh. You reassured them it was no problem and that you would follow their every lead. Whatever that might be. You turned around going back to your tapes, when you saw Robin and Steve looking at you.

“What?”

{ 👾 }

It made you sincerely happy seeing the glee on the boy's faces. Dustin was practically buzzing out of his seat in the back of your car throughout the entire ride. You briefly saw Steve helping a girl get out of his car, he winked at you making a scoring gesture when his date came to view. You rolled your eyes slightly amused at his antics.

“C'mon boys are you ready to kill these ogres or what?”You put on your best enthusiastic voice.

Mike and Dustin looked at each other for a moment then straight at you. “We appreciate the enthusiasm” Dustin said. The two boys tried to explain the rules as much as they could as you three made the short walk. Their voices seemed to get louder as you reached the room. Eddie looked up and upon seeing you, surprise filled his face, raising an eyebrow as if asking you what you were doing there. You quickly and discreetly shook your head, placing a finger to your lips telling him not to say anything just yet.

“Eddie! Hey, we got a sub! This is y/n, she's our friend and agreed to fill for Lucas!” Dustin and Mike spoke practically at once. You found adorable how excited they were. Letting them take the lead, you suppressed your laughter realizing that Eddie was going to play along the second he pretended to turn serious.

“Y/N uh? And does she even play? Is she even good at it?” He fired up questions at the duo, as if he didn’t know the answers. “Or did you guys just ask your friend and called it a day?”

Mike and Dustin gulped, sharing a nervous look between them, when they didn’t seem to come up with anything you decided to take the heat off them. “I happen to think I'm a fast learner” You walked towards your boyfriend smirking with a glint in your eyes.

Your right hand grabbed the collar of his vest, leaning towards him as you spoke softly. “Plus you can just go easy on me, can't you?” You almost got lost in his dark eyes and the way he nibbled on his bottom lip after hearing you speak. The sounds of coughs brought you back, and you looked over your shoulder finding the two boys looking downright distraught.

“What the fuck Y/N? Do you know him?”

“No Mike, I just throw myself at every guy I meet” You joked, making Eddie laugh behind you. You felt his hand on your hip, caressing your skin there. “He's my boyfriend guys” You explained.

“I missed you” He said quietly, just for you to hear. Your lips stretched into a small smile, feeling the familiar butterflies on your stomach. With hands now settled on his neck, you kissed him finally greeting him properly. He sighed into your mouth, satisfied. “I missed you too” You replied. He smiled that beautiful smile of his, both of you ignoring the loud 'ews' and various sounds of disgust coming from the near table.

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writerwhowritesao3 · 2 months

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I'm sooooo close to finishing the final chapter of What Is And What Should Never Be!!

It's a long chapter. It's also heavy on trauma.

Hope people are excited to get, like, super bummed out lmaoo

Excerpt:

Jim sighed and wiped the rain off his face with his sleeve. He radioed in to the station that his last call of the night was completed and that he was clocking out. Powell had the night shift that night. Thank Christ, too, because Jim was fucking done.

Wayne Munson had called the station about an hour or so ago, reporting a domestic disturbance in the trailer next to his. Again. Said that his neighbors, Buddy and Mildred Wilcox, were screaming at each other and that he had heard several loud thuds and crashes. Again.

By the time Jim got to the Forest Hills Trailer Park, the Wilcox's fight had mostly died down. He had taken their statements separately. Under the vinyl awning right outside the front door, Buddy, with the collar of his shirt ripped halfway off, had waved off the whole thing, saying that yeah, he and his wife argued sometimes, just like everyone else, but it was hardly anything to involve the cops in. In the kitchen, Mildred, her hair a mess, her makeup smudged, and her lip bloodied, had rolled her glassy eyes, mixed a generous shot of vodka into a cup of Sprite, and gave Jim a similar line.

She declined to press charges. Again.

Jim shoved the key into the ignition. As soon as the windshield wipers swiped away the rain, he saw Wayne Munson's shithead nephew sprawled out on the couch on the covered porch of their trailer. The kid locked eyes with him, smirked, and gave a sarcastic two-finger salute before lighting up what Jim was choosing to believe was a cigarette.

Jim ignored him and started to drive off. He didn't want to give the kid a warning. Again.

He drove carefully, keeping the radio playing at a low volume. He was exhausted. He just wanted to get home, have a beer, and hang out with his daughter. He and El had a new nightly routine where they would read one of her books together, taking turns reading pages out loud. Her reading had been steadily improving. So had her communication skills. Jim wondered if maybe she would be able to actually attend school in a few years. Maybe earn a high school diploma so she could have some kind of life and job prospects when she grew up.

The sky was dark and there were only a few street lamps, and Jim was so lost in his thoughts about El and what kind of future was in reach for her that he almost didn't see the person walking along the side of the road, maybe a dozen yards away from him.

What the hell?

Jim slowed his car as he got closer to whoever was foolish enough to be walking around in this rain in the middle of the night in a poorly lit area. He was officially off-duty, but damn, he was still a human being.

His jaw dropped when he saw that it was Billy Hargrove. The kid was hunched over with his arms crossed tightly against his body. He didn't have an umbrella. He wasn't even wearing a raincoat; just jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers.

What the fuck?

#billy hargrove #jim hopper #billy hargrove and jim hopper #harringrove #(for the tag)#stranger things fanfiction #harringrove fanfic

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Hargrove-Mayfield-Hopper-Scott Siblings AU (Part 2/2)

Just kidding about the last moodboard guys! Haha they were just being silly, they’re actually all fine!

And speaking of, here’s a preview of an upcoming domestic family fluff fic under the cut!

Vance told them all to be in the car by 7:20 am. They’re pushing it by six minutes already. The school gets pissed when they’re even a minute late though, like it’s his fault he’s raising four of them at 23 goddamn years old.

At least the youngest is nice to him. She’s already buckled in the back middle seat, waiting for Max and Jason Lee to take their respective places on her right and left. Her waist-length mousy brown hair is in two braids, done by Billy since he’s the only one that can ever get them to stay.

If only Billy could get ready as fast as he’d done those twin long braids.

“Pearlie girl, why are you the only shithead here that listens to me?” Vance had turned all the way in his seat to sign to Pearl, a little clumsy with sign language since he only just met her a few years ago.

That’s a long story. Something, something- his mom ran away with Jason Lee, had a baby in secret, hid from them and never called, not even when Vance was missing for ten months, then dumped said kids back on their equally as shitty dad once the twins turned 16.

That was the last straw for Vance. He’d fought for custody of the kids right then before Neil could fuck them up any more than he already had, and now here they are, in the shitty middle of the woods, five of them packed into one trailer because it’s the only place Vance’s wages at the arcade can afford them.

Pearls oblivious to all that though. She’s only nine, and yeah, she’s got a bit of a sharp attitude like Billy, but she’s not really in the loop about the hardships. They all agree it’s best to keep her out of it.

She is witty as hell though, and in response to Vance’s sarcastic question, declares in sign, “I can’t even hear to listen.”

“That’s why your my favorite.” Vance signs quickly, just because it makes his little sister giggle when he says that kind of shit. But that makes him seem like too much of a sweet big brother, and that’s just not him. He insists.

So he blares the horn since Pearl can’t hear it anyways to be disturbed by it, though his siblings still in the trialer, now nine minutes late, clearly need the reminder. He rolls the passenger side window down too, “Shitbirds 1, 2, and 3, get your sorry asses out here now!”

He’ll apologize to Mr. Munson later for all the noise.

Max shows her face first in response to his calling, rolling her eyes to make it known just how inconveniencing having to be on time is for her. Ever the ray of sunshine, she probably learned that from her brothers. Not Jason Lee though. He’s the actual, unironic embodiment of cheeriness, no matter what.

Though Max makes an example of just how not cheery she is with her sarcasm, “Geez, you can stop your tantrum now, you big grouch.”

After two years of this- of crying his eyes out in this very car because he thought he was doing a shitty job of being the adult, of getting in fights and sitting them all down at their three legged, wobbly ass dining table to apologize, of sleeping with a crook in his back because the hard floor is the only place for him with Max and Pearl sharing a room, and the twins taking the couch and the chair- Vance can handle Max’s morning bad moods.

“Yeah, well not until your asshole brothers make their grand appearance for the day.”

Conveniently just then, Pearl taps the back of Vance’s headrest to get his attention, signing to him with enthusiasm, “Here comes Jason!”

He looks sheepish, from the tiniest red tint to his face and the awkward shape of his shoulders. Despite being just as stubborn as the rest of them, he’s more calm and more concerned with order. So that look only means bad things, and bad things, right now, translate into getting another call from the school about the Hargrove-Scott and Mayfield kids never making it on time.

Vance doesn’t like to be a stern guardian, really he doesn’t give two shits what his siblings are up to, but the last damn thing he needs is them getting taken away from their family over a couple of missed alarms. He’s gotta get to the bottom of that look, as Jason buckles in, “Where’s your idiot brother?”

Jason meets his brothers eye, but looks ever guilty, forcing an exhausted sounding chuckle, “About that… He said he doesn’t want to go today.”

#billy hargrove #billy & max #hargrove mayfield siblings #(plus some)#pearlie girl #jay jay #vanny boy #yes Pearl (Jason lees little sis) is in this au even tho she isn’t in the moodboard #there just aren’t enough photos of her #but there will be plenty of info in the final fic! this is just the teaser!#moodboards #my writing #ej writer

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wasdaya · 2 years

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BEST IDIOTS | eddie munson

+ eddie munson x henderson!reader

summary: your boyfriend and dustin are the biggest idiots you know. and obviously you have to put up with the two of them together pissing you off

warnings: a lot of swearing, fluff and dustin being the cutie he always is

word count: 1.6k

a/n: i wish we could have seen more scenes of eddie and dustin… im crying rn; gif it’s from @mcbride | masterlist here.

EDDIE THE FREAK MUNSON is a born comedian and Dustin Henderson is without a doubt the most sarcastic person you'll ever get.

The only thing that never crossed his mind was how the two of them would behave together.

Today you know very well how they behave.

Before you and Eddie started dating, you dropped your little brother off at your D&D club, - The Hellfire Club, - there was the first time you saw Eddie.

"Henderson, who is the girl who brought you in?"

"My sister?"

"Shit! Is that your sister?”

"No! No way, Eddie. That's my older sister.”

"So?"

"So? You're a crazy junkie who doesn't study and just makes shit jokes. You're literally the opposite of my sister."

"Exactly! Opposites attract, Henderson.”

“Our argument is over, Eddie. You and my sister will not happen. Never"

“Let me talk to her, Dustin. Come on, she needs to meet the leader of the club you frequent.” He asks with his famous puppy dog eyes.

"Ok. But only five minutes.”

“Yes sir.”

Eddie quickly runs out of the school hoping you'll be there, and to his relief, you were there. Beautifully sitting on the school bench waiting for Dustin.

"Sooo, you must be Dustin Henderson's sister.”

“Yes, Y/N? And you are...?"

“Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“Oh, hi. Dustin talked a lot about you.”

“Is that so? Good things or bad?” he asks with a smile.

“Well.... I can say that they were reasonable things.”

"Good to know, because if he had bullshit me i would have killed him-" When he realizes that maybe you didn't understand the joke he immediately tries to take it back. “No- not like that. I mean-"

“I know what you mean, Eddie. It's fine.” You say smiling at him. “Um, it was great talking to you. But I really think the one who's going to end up dead is going to be you if you don't go back there.”

"Certainly. See you around, Y/N!”

That was the first time you knew that Eddie and Dustin are idiots when they're together.

The second time you knew Eddie and Dustin were two idiots together was when Eddie suddenly showed up at your house.

“Y/N honey, can you open the door?” Your mother yells from the living room.

“Ask Dustin, mom!”

"He's taking a bath."

“Shit.” You huff as you get up from your bed towards the door.

When you open the door you are faced with a familiar male figure.

“Oh, hi Eddie. If you're looking for Dustin he's-"

'No, no, no. I actually wanted to talk to you.”

"Oh-"

“Honey, who is it?” Your mother yells once more from the living room.

“No one, mom! I'll be back in a minute!” You scream back.

“Is that Mrs. Henderson? I would love to talk to her-“

“No, we are talking here.” You say closing the door behind you.

“Okay, so i was wondering… You know, do you want to go out? Like, just you and me, without the shithead.”

“Like a date?”

"It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want to."

“Yeah, sure. Come by at 8pm and i'll be ready.”

“Actually, i don’t have a car-“

“Find your way, Munson!” You say giving Eddie a wink as you closes the door and goes back to your house again.

"Who was?" Dustin asks as you enter.

“No one.”

"It was Eddie, wasn't it?"

"No." You say walking towards your room.

“Y/N!” He huffs and yells, "He asked you out on a date, didn't he?" And he huffs when he hears your bedroom door slam. "I'm going to kill that asshole."

The third time you knew it was the same day, the night Eddie came to pick you up for the date.

The doorbell rang and you ran to answer it. You were in your best dress. Beautiful, you were beautiful.

When you got to the door Dustin was already there. Obvious.

"So, you're going to tell me who's back there or im going to have to open it?"

"It's just Robin, Dustin."

"Oh, so you're going on a date with Robin?"

"No, i-"

“Okay, opening the door and- I KNEW! ASSHOLES!” He says when he opens the door and is faced with Eddie.

"Oh, hi little Henderson, and hey big-" He stops talking when he finally looks at you. And his chin is definitely on the floor. “Shit- Hi.”

“Hey.” You answer from behind Dustin with a smile.

“This is the most disgusting thing i’ve ever seen in my life. I need to vomit now.”

"Okay, throw up Dusty, see you later." You say slipping through the door and coming face to face with Eddie. “Hello again.” You say with a smile and Eddie smiles back at you. And it was certainly the biggest smile he's ever given in his life.

“You look- hot- No, i mean- Hot is a low-level word, so let's just say… extremely incredibly perfect. Yeah, that sounds good.”

You laugh. "Thanks, you're not that bad either."

“I can hear you through the open window!” Dustin yells from inside the house.

The fourth time you knew it was when you and Eddie had been dating for 2 months. This would be Eddie's first time at your house for a movie night - with Dustin.

“Okay, so, we have two options: Star Wars and Ghostbusters.” Dustin says.

“Actually, we have four options: Star Wars, Ghostbusters, Top Gun and The Goonies, but you narrowed it down to two so Eddie could choose one of the ones you wanted, Dusty.”

“Shut up.” Dustin says elbowing you in the shoulder.

“Okay, so i guess i choose.” He looks at you and speaks only with his lips, no voices coming out. “Which one do you want?” You just laugh and whisper back. "You know, Edd."

And you end up watching Star Wars.

It was almost an hour into the movie and you and Eddie were cuddling on the couch. The fuzzy blankets covering both of you. Legs entwined and your head resting on his shoulder.

For a brief moment he lifts your chin with his rough fingers - Eddie's hands were beautiful but unkempt. They had calluses from the guitar and their fingers were sore from the strings. You always made a point of putting cream on his hands every day. - He looks at you with affection and pulls you in for a quick kiss on your lips. When you walk away he steals one more, and two, and three, and-

"If you two are going to making out,better go to one room because i don't want to end up seeing the scene."

You and Eddie instantly start laughing together.

“What's so funny?”

"You're always jealous, Dustin!" You say with a laugh.

"He needs a little tickle to learn, don't you think, Y/N?"

“Ohhh, tickle would be great.” You say.

"No! No tickles! No-"

But Eddie was already on top of Dustin. Attacking his sides with his fingers.

“EDDIE, STOP! NOW!” Dustin screams between breathless laughs as he squirms on the couch.

You can't help but smile at the scene and thank them for getting along so well. You soon whisper softly, but to yourself, “Idiots.”

And this time, it was the one you didn't know, you were sure they were idiots together, but the best idiots you've ever met.

You were in the Upside Down following Dustin and the party's near-suicidal plan. You obviously chose to be with Dustin and Eddie. You were scared to death but you wanted to be tough on the boys.

“Ready?” Eddie asks as he looks at you.

“Of course.You are?"

“Are you really asking me if i'm ready for the best guitar solo in the world? Obviously i am, babe.”

“So lets fucking do this.”

Dustin and you had already prepared the speakers. They were all turned up to full volume and strategically positioned to hit the demobats ears.

"When I get to 3, Eddie." Your little brother says as he looks into the binoculars. “1...2...and...3!”

And at the same time Eddie starts playing the guitar your heart started to beat madly. You were totally in love with watching Eddie play guitar. You can't say exactly what makes your heart flutter so much when it's playing. Maybe it's the fact that he looks extremely hot when he plays or maybe it's because you can feel that he actually loves it.

And there he were. In the fucking Upside Down doing what he loves most with the people he loves most.

Master of Puppets was playing on the roof top of Eddie's uncle's trailer. Eddie, meanwhile, was putting on a great show, hitting all the notes perfectly, - you wish you had a camera to photograph the moment, - the bats were getting closer and closer to you as you and Dustin moved your heads in time to the music. . Anxiety had already taken over your body when Dustin yelled, “Ten seconds!”

And that's when Eddie played even harder. The sound getting louder and stronger. The chorus had arrived and he was playing as hard as he could. His unruly hair swayed as he kicked his leg in time to the music.

“Inside now!” Dustin yells as you and Eddie start to descend to enter the trailer.

As you entered the trailer and a wave of relief you, Dustin began to speak:

“MOST-METAL- EVER!!!” And he and Eddie started jumping and screaming like crazy inside the trailer. Eddie stops his jumps as he turns to you, catching you around the waist and placing a quick kiss on your reddened lips.

"Did you see that?'

"Yes! Most metal ever with the best idiots.”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie munson imagine #steveharrington #dustin henderson #imagine #joseph quinn #stranger things 4 #i love eddie munson #i love eddie sm

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match-up for @imjustabeanie

your match in jjk is... toji fushiguro!

i think you two would have a really fun dynamic tbh. lots of teasing and bordering a love-hate dynamic, yet somehow a sense of understanding between the two of you that would just draw you close.

he'd appreciate you for being so chill because he honestly cannot stand someone clinging to him and begging him for his attention 24/7 and you being secure in this sense definitely works out perfectly for him.

he personally wouldnt mind you being 'morally questionable' (you are both about to be really chaotic because youre both competitive and do not back down from doing the most questionable shit ever but hey!! yolo!!)

toji can honestly be pretty asshole-y but one thing he'll never be is whiny, or cowardly. it would take a while for you guys to develop a more serious relationship, but that's alright because neither of you were in the rush/looking for one.

i hc he's an early bird because of the training he received growing up. since hes a bit of a shithead he'd probably be super amused by how ill-tempered you are in the mornings and unfortunately will not hold back from poking fun at you until you're really mad. won't apologize for riling you up either since for him it was quite entertaining.

in general, he actually doesnt sleep all that much, so if you wanna get back at him by pulling a prank or two when he's asleep, youre gonna have to wait until he takes that 2-3 hour long rest. sadly, very little fazes him so you will have to wait and observe him to figure out his pet peeves and such.

toji is oddly observant. he may seem like a meathead but even the slightest change in your demeanour doesnt go amiss by him. youre really private about your personal matters though and he picked up on it quite early on so he never says anything. instead, he chooses to show his consideration through actions and gestures. he'll let up on his teasing and taunting, he'll do a bothersome chore on your behalf, take out the time of his day to run your errands, gruffly pat your head and tell you to take some time off.

one thing you'll probably pick up on fairly early on in your friendship/relationship with toji is that he loves it when you challenge him. *loves* it when you debate with him. youre constantly coming up with such interesting stuff and he finds it really amusing how youre so invested in your hobbies yet somehow have a short attention span at the same time. he may come off as borderline condescending sometimes but really, he actually secretly admires you. he loves that youre so sarcastic and humorous,

date ideas: while he'd be up for doing pretty much when youre hanging out together, somehow when it comes to the idea of a 'date' he'd actually want to do something like a dinner in a 'romantic' setting just because that seems proper. either that or something out of pocket and adventurous like bungee jumping if youre up for it.

instead of getting you flowers, he'd actually rather get you a gift (unless you really like flowers or something) and it'd be something surprisingly thoughtful- something that would show just how observant he is. would actually be pretty pleased to learn that you like receiving gifts and would probably say that flowers are dumb because they die so soon, have no functionality and all that.

songs: meddle about by chase atlantic, killshot by magdalena bay, superman by eminem, crybaby by the neighborhood

note: okay so your other two matchups are on my pc which i don't have on me rn so here's the first one!! �� tumblr app deleted half my draft like twice but we move 😀 n e wayz, will either edit those in later/post separately, lmk whatever you prefer :))

also i can finally spill the beans— the other character i was considering for you was actually nanami!! i thought i should pair you up w him to even things out/opposites attract type of scene but the more i thought abt it, i felt like it won't work in the long run. i think you'd enjoy being with someone a bit adventurous more than someone with such strong ideals and morals, because while nanami would be able to provide you the stability and nurturing, i think you might end up feeling a little stifled later on.

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worldformula · 7 months

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Ok you mentioned utushama having a complicated relationship with aymeric and now im curious. Also how does he feel about characters like fraye (how did the whole drk questline affect him), or emet-selch/venat?

Aymeric answer here!

I often draw Utushama as a dark knight in Shadowbringers related works but truthfully it’s more for function than “canon” to me. During ShB, he was some unique job mashup that might’ve been distracting from the theme of things I was trying to convey, so I defaulted to drawing him as DRK. He never actually learns it in his canon (though he’d benefit GREATLY from it) — Inanna is the one who mains DRK, his main tank job is PLD. So he doesn’t actually go through that story or meet Fray, which is a shame because it’s got the best job quests for a reason :( I fear he might be allergic to things that are good for him; he’s attracted to things that make him look good like the PLD’s knight-in-shining armor visual. It’s a fun bit of meta though, that his sister has the strongest shield of all the tanks (one that’s invoked with the power of love, no less) but he’d rather Cover and take damage on someone else’s behalf.

And as for the others…

Spoilers for Shadowbringers and Endwalker, as per usual!

As for Emet-Selch, I really love his character, but he served a greater function in the overall theme/narrative/whatever you’d call it rather than having any particularly unique one-on-one relationship with Utushama, often as a sort of foil or stand-in for the father who Utushama resented. He’d never really known said father but he had an image of him based on Echoes he experienced from dragons who remembered him, and said Echoes often recalled him as a two-faced, manipulative, sarcastic, and deeply cruel person who would justify any act for his own gains. And Emet-Selch in Shadowbringers came across this way to him, which is why it was so alarming and disorienting for him whenever Emet praised him or spoke with sympathy / understanding. Utushama had had most of his black-and-white moral worldviews validated thus far by unrepentantly evil people and he did not like that the new villain in his story kept comparing himself to him or being genuinely vulnerable with him. Utushama himself isn’t fully conscious of the way Emet-Selch reminds him of his father and Emet-Selch doesn’t consider that to be any more important to him than what Utushama already represents to him (Azem’s mangled form, a pesky Warrior of Light, etc). There was also an extra bit where Emet mocks Utushama for ending up in the same position as said father (as in, a naive hero tricked by an Ascian into becoming something that would destroy the Shard). And Emet-Selch was one of many stepping stones that eventually lead to Utushama sympathizing with the dad he was really intent on making out to be a pure villain, so he’s a heavyweight as a symbol but not much more on a personal level beyond what the WoL has with him in the text. They have that layer, but I don’t think it’s more interesting than what canon already gives me so it doesn’t change or enhance it in any way, thereby making it just a fun lenses for me to read the characters’ relationship. In Endwalker, Utushama is almost baffled by how strangely “normal wife guy with a desk job” he is and it’s brilliant and hilarious to me because Emet-Selch and Hythlodaeus are so much like his parents but he has no way of knowing that and neither do Hyth/Hades.

Venat is also a fascinating character and I revel in gazing upon her from different angles. Which is why it’s so funny to me that Emet-Selch was Utushama’s shithead dad stand-in on a meta level because Venat is his very nice other parental figure stand-in. So again, there’s nothing that changes the canon relationship between Venat and the WoL despite this extra layer, but it’s just a fun fact for me. That being said, they meet just as Utushama’s starting to realize that his well-meaning parent is someone he actually resents more on a personal level (he was in denial about this this entire time). It’s difficult for him to differentiate between her and Hydaelyn and the Elpis arc comes right on the heels of the lowest of his lows. So he’s feeling very frustrated and miserable and pained and he’s also coming to realize that the parent he had idolized had actually disappointed him greatly in his unintentional absence and now here comes the woman who would become Hydaelyn, who despite choosing him as Her champion, appears to never come to his aid in his hour of need. And she makes it even more difficult by making it hard to be mad at her! She’s considerate and kindly and genuinely wants to know about his journey, just as his parent would ask if he could be there. Overall he has very mixed feelings because he is slightly projecting and doesn’t realize, but he’s able to let it go by the Aitiascope dungeon. And on Venat’s end, she regards him like a child of her own because Azem was someone she had a very complicated but deeply personal relationship with, and therefore sees him (both on Elpis as a “familiar” and on Etheirys as a “shard”) as something like a child / product of Azem to be cherished.

I think overall within the canon, we get very few opportunities to interact with these characters so I’ve got a limited set of time and subject matter for the three of them to be dealing with. Which is a shame because I fully believe Emet-Selch is like an old queen who is very unimpressed by this fresh new young gay man but in my perfect sitcom universe he’d be disgusted and entranced by the sort of absurd shenanigans Utushama gets up to, if not for the fact that, y’know, the First is about to explode and take the Source out with it. And y’know, he and Venat have to deal with the Song of Oblivion or whatever instead of getting into a cartoonish argument about fatherless behavior. But ultimately he just accepts them entirely in the end and regards their memories with a strange fondness/somberness despite them (inadvertently or purposefully) psychologically pulling him apart like a twizzler for the last two expansions.

#ask #anonymous #ffxiv #the ancients in general I feel are a very powerful ingredient #and Utushama is a strong flavor in his own right outside of them so I have trouble mixing them without ruining the soup #but tldr they’re like his parents (derogatory)#YIPPEE!!!!!!!! hooray!!!!!!!

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