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flowercrowngods · 2 months

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based on an idea i had about steve getting a bad migraine from the sudden bloodloss after kas feeds from him

post-canon, steddie don't like each other, hermit kas, depressed brain injury steve, kinda gloomy, anxiety & compulsions

Steve cuts the engine with a sigh, feeling heavy and alien, like a lone survivor in a ghost town. He’s not a lone survivor, and Hawkins isn’t technically a ghost town because there’s still enough of them here to build it back up or to watch it crumble and cave in on itself, front row seats to the fourth wave of destruction.

Maybe the real ghost is Steve, actually, floating through his days just waiting for his brain to decide it’s had enough. Just waiting for the perpetual ringing in his ears to rise in pitch and frequency and for his skull to fucking crack open from the never ending waves of the never ending buzz.

Robin asks him about it a lot, notices how he will stop and listen to his body on every inhale that feels slightly wrong, or every movement that’s just a little too fast or just a little too sudden, the blood rushing into his head or out of it, the doctor’s words ringing in tune with the tinnitus: You watch that head of yours, young man, and do not hesitate to call emergency services when the headache won’t stop after a few hours, or when anything feels off, you hear me?

The truth is, he barely heard him then. Blood was roaring in his ears, the tinnitus still quiet, but his hearing still dull from impact and screams and shock wave after shock wave of the world sewing itself back together.

He sighs again, drumming his fingers along the steering wheel and trying to catch his breath. Taking stock of his head, the heartbeat he can only feel in his hands right now and nowhere near his temples, and the quiet little tap tap tap of his finger nails hitting the leather, wanting to make sure he can hear it. Wanting to make sure he doesn’t imagine the sound.

Always fucking needing to make sure.

Soon, he breathes a little steadier, convincing himself that getting out of the car won’t be the last thing he’ll ever do. It’s so stupid, too, that fear, all that anxiety living inside him just waiting to boil and spill over until he does something stupid just to spite it.

The cool breeze hits his face, working in tandem with his calming breaths to alleviate his obsessive thought spirals, and he stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket as he does nothing but breathe for a minute there.

He’s up. He’s standing. He can walk through the forest to the vamp’s hiding place, it’s fine. It’s fine. Although standing so suddenly makes him aware that he hasn’t eaten much today, too busy hating everything about this town and helping to rebuild it anyway.

Forgetting to eat and drink is another thing that’s new to him. There’s quite a few things he forgets a lot, but those are the worst. Robin is always on his ass about that, but at some point he stopped telling her. It feels like he’s stopped telling her a lot of things. Maybe that’s something else that comes with severe brain injury, young man.

He feels plenty guilty about it at least — but not enough to tell her about all the horrible things that are happening to him, or the horrible things he thinks are happening to him. The Upside Down is gone, Vecna is dead. These bad thoughts, they’re all him. But knowing that doesn’t fucking help.

Pushing away from the car and turning around to lock it, Steve decides to wallow in self pity no longer and to just get on with it. As much as he hates it. As much as part of him wants to just go home and claim that he forgot about that, too.

It’s no secret that Steve never liked Eddie. The boy’s a hypocrite, he’s loud, he’s annoying, and he just likes to shame people as publicly as possible, spitting proclamations of conformity and sticking it to the Man while at the same time turning anarchy into despotism under the guise of rebellion — and he’s the dictator.

Or, he was. And Steve never cared about him or his larger than life attitude that was worse than any of the smiles Steve ever wore to fit in in high school. Steve mostly ever just wanted Munson to shut up and eat his lunch, stop pretending he’s better than any of them just because he liked different things.

Although it wasn’t even about liking other things, it was only ever about disliking. And shaming and denouncing. Steve always wondered what kind of a miserable life that dude must have lived, shaping himself not from what he liked but from what he hated. Creating an identity that left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth because it was so fragile and contradictory and, frankly, so fucking annoying.

Still, he’d never wished for Munson to get involved in all of this. He’d never wished for the man to die. And then to come back only to be turned into some kind of vampire, doomed to live an even worse existence than he did as a human, hidden away in some shabby cabin.

Steve feels a little bad for him now. For Eddie. Or Kas, as the kids like to call him because he never reacts to his name anymore, more monster than human these days, although Dustin is sure they can domesticate him into becoming his old self again.

“Like Dart, remember?”

“Dude, don’t compare our friend to your sick little creature.” That was Lucas, affronted and annoyed. Steve could relate, although…

“You gotta admit, he’s kind of a sick little creature himself now.”

“Steve!” they’d both yelled, and Steve just playfully shoved their heads back before going to grab a coke from the fridge.

And Kas, because vampires are apparently a thing even after the end of the world, needs blood to survive. The forests are void of animals most of the time, like nature has decided to give Hawkins an ultimatum before returning and the day hasn’t come yet. Maybe it’s something to do with electromagnetic fields, or maybe it was something else entirely leading them all to safety while Hawkins was turned into a war zone. Either way, there is nothing for him to feed here.

Kas can’t just stalk around the woods at night and drink up a deer or two. Nor can he go rob the blood bank at the hospital, they’re running low as it is anyway. That left them all with only one option that Mike so disgustedly pointed out back then: Kas needs their blood. And Steve feels just bad enough for him to play along.

So now he is out here playing blood bank for the monstrous version of a guy he never even liked, and his hometown is in shambles, and his head might actually sign the fuck off at any moment now, apparently.

Things are going great.

Saving the world is just… really fucking isolating.

Still he has no choice but to announce his presence with a firm knock on the door, the pattern easy but memorable.

“This is Steve,” he adds as his hand falls to his side, waiting.

Kas always takes a while to come out and open the door, hiding away from any noise like a feral cat. Steve can kind of relate — he and Kas don’t have the best relationship either. He has no idea how sudden vampirism works, but just like feral cats will be able to tell when someone wants to hurt them and when instincts should be kicking in, Kas seems to realise how little Steve wants to be here and help him. How little he wants to have his blood sucked out of his body leaving his limbs to feel numb and uncomfortably tingly.

Eventually, though, the door opens with a creek, just enough for a pair of eyes — too large, too wide, too wild — blink back at him. Steve just lifts his eyebrows, really kind of not in the mood to deal with this barely human vampire and his absolute lack of learning curve about this situation.

When he’s sure Kas has blinked at him for long enough now, he pushes open the door and shoves inside rather roughly, immediately feeling bad when he hears the slight whimper.

“Sorry,” he mutters, stuffing his hands into his pockets again and trying not to grimace at the stale, disgusting air in the cabin. “Jeez, you really gotta open a window every once in a while. Thought vamps were supposed to have heightened senses or some shit.”

Kas growls at him, mirroring Steve’s move and shoving past him this time, his shoulder slamming into Steve’s with painful strength. Glowering at the stupid vampire, he rubs at his shoulder before crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Listen, buddy, I can just leave and have you deal with your hunger, okay? No big deal for me, I even get to keep my blood.”

Kas snaps at him, showing his fangs and crossing his arms, too; a laughable copy of Steve’s own stance.

“Or you could just cut the crap and get on with it so I actually can leave again without taking shit from the peanut gallery. Your choice.”

The huff that follows is so indignant, Steve wonders if that could be what gets Kas out of Munson’s body and let the human win over the monster. Maybe indignation and annoyance is what will break the spell eventually, lift the curse just enough for Munson to get back into his old habit of monologising and spouting nonsense out of that big mouth of his.

Steve is half tempted to try, but he really does want to just go home and lie on his large couch with no sensory input whatsoever, tuning out the world and his anxieties that might be about to turn into compulsions just for him to gain a little control over everything again. So he squares his shoulders and takes off his jacket before tilting his head to the side, allowing Kas full access to his neck.

It’s always a little scary but still oddly fascinating, filling him with that same rush that came with witnessing all the supernatural shit over the past few years. Kas is the last remnant of all that, and somehow, buried beneath piles of rubble and trauma and the teenager he had to give up on being, Steve feels weirdly protective of that.

Not of Eddie. Of Kas. Of the monster that lies dormant. Of the last bit of danger in his life, because he doesn’t know how to live without it anymore — so much so that he has to make it up.

Maybe it’s a symptom of his self destructive tendencies, as Robin would call it. But Steve might be as fascinated with the vampire as Robin is with fire; so she doesn’t get to have a say in this.

There is always a strange intimacy in the way Kas approaches him. Slowly, carefully. Like a hunter his prey. Steve doesn’t feel like prey, not really, but a part of him wants to. A part of him needs to be prey again, if only for those instincts that manifest with a perpetual tremor and a restless feeling in his chest to be of use again. If only so he can have a point again. Something to fight that’s outside oh his own head.

Now, his point is standing still entirely and feeling those chapped but warm lips trail up and down his throat a little before Kas finds the right spot that won’t really hurt Steve, the right spot that will make it all go by quickly and without any hiccups.

Still he shivers, like always, and Kas holds him close when he finally bites down. Like always.

He stands motionless as he feels his blood flow alternating, rushing in his ears and his head, his heart thump-thump-thumping, putting up a fight against the strange intrusion. He hardly even breathes at all, focusing instead on his body and burying his finger nails in his palm for five seconds before releasing his hands and repeating the process three times before he gets it right.

But then his head is pulsing, his heartbeat slowing down as his vision briefly blacks out in the same way it does when he gets up too quickly, and his heart falls. It’s too much. Too sudden.

“Kas,” he says, but the vampire doesn’t hear him, drinking more and more of the blood that must be so thick with how little he’s had to drink today — something he only just remembered. “Kas,” he says again, more urgently this time; but still the vampire drinks.

And where before Steve had a clear vision of the door in the dark room — the light of day streaming in through the cracks and framing it almost mystically —, it’s spotty now. Just slightly off. Like something is missing but his brain is working overtime to complete the picture anyway, reducing the blind spot to merely an illusion. But Steve knows what’s happening. He knows what the sudden pulsating of his head means, especially when it’s followed by his vision just going AWOL on him.

No, he thinks as the situation really settles in, and he begins to push Kas away. Not like it matters anyway now; the damage is done. No, no, no, no, fuck!

He frantically shoves at the vampire now, blinking against the blind spot even though he’s painfully aware it won’t help. Kas breaks away from him, wiping his mouth and smearing his face and the back of his hand with Steve’s blood. If he looks just right, he can’t even fucking see it.

Heart falling further, Steve buries his hands in his hair and pulls, hoping that by some kind of miracle he can just pull the migraine out of his head before it can really settle. It’s his only chance. He can’t drive like this, he shouldn’t walk like this, and soon he won’t be able to do anything at all.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” be hisses, hearing the edge of desperation in his own voice and caring very little about that right now.

Kas is on him again in a second, and Steve waves him off, tries to shove him away but the vampire is stronger and persistent.

A high keening sound builds in Kas’s chest, and Steve knows he doesn’t really speak, doesn’t really use his words, ever — maybe he doesn’t know how. But the keening sounds more like a whine, and the way he pulls at Steve to look at him is as much an indicator of worry as he’s going to get.

But Steve doesn’t want Kas’s hands on him, wants to just get out and away before the pain comes. So he takes another step back and holds up his hands, hoping that the vampire will just fucking take a hint.

A little too quickly and a little too frantic, Steve shakes his head, his eyes flitting about the room to see if there’s still pieces of it missing or if phase two is about to start. He has about twenty minutes left before his body will be composed of nothing but skull-splitting pain that is only equal to someone ramming actual nails into his head — and even that would be preferable right noe, because at least that pain he wouldn’t need to explain. Or justify.

Another keening sound interrupts Steve's burgeoning spiral, and his eyes land on Kas, who really looks like a kicked puppy right now.

"I gotta go," he says, voice a little unsteady with apprehension and panic, but just as he's about to rush out of the cabin, Kas crosses his path and won't let him move.

A strong hand lands on his chest, and Steve really, really doesn't want to deal with that right now. He tries again, tries with more force to sidestep and push past him, but Kas won't let him budge.

"Let me go." But Kas doesn't let up. "Kas. Please. You gotta let me go, I gotta get home, I—“

The first flash of white in his peripheral vision catches him off guard, moving his focus away from the clawed hand on his chest and toward the flickering line that cuts through the left side of his vision right now.

Curious or worried or maybe just really fucking stupefied at having Steve act so weirdly, Kas inclines his head and ducks to catch Steve's eyes.

"Move," Steve says again, as assertive as he can manage with his brain and body scattered between following the flickering lights that are invisible to everyone else and the pain that is about to consume him, leaving him incapacitated for several hours at least.

Instead of moving out of Steve's space and allowing him to leave, Kas shoves him backwards with that superhuman strength he has now, forcing Steve to stumble back helplessly. Fear rises in him again, and it's a different flavour this time that mixes horribly well with the anxiety and apprehension and all the waves and waves of blinding panic he feels out of nowhere almost all the time now.

His knees buckle when they hit something rather violently, and then he's falling, landing on the worn couch with a breathless gasp, his instincts running wild. He needs to fight, he needs to run, he needs to get home and be safe and get the fuck away from this monster who won't let him go now. Steve doesn't know Kas as someone who will just take what he wants, but, well, he is Munson, in a way. So that tracks.

But instead of attacking him, instead of going for his neck again and sucking the rest of his blood, instead of beating Steve to a pulp to keep him pliant and unmoving and turn him into some sort of personal livestock, Kas just... sits down next to him. Hands in his lap. Worried look trained on Steve, who needs to catch his breath and calm down.

"Hurt."

It startles Steve. Kas has never spoken to him. But what’s more, Steve shouldn't be that obvious. He doesn't want to be that obvious, especially about hurting and being hurt.

So he shakes his head, his hands coming up to press into his eyes, hoping to get rid of the flickering lights even though he knows that once they stop, the pain will come; and it will come badly.

"'M not hurt," he says, lying through his teeth and the heel of his hand. "I just gotta go home."

"Hurt," Kas says again, and it's more assertive this time, less of a question. Like he's telling Steve rather than asking. Like he's making him understand.

He reminds Steve a little of Robin in that regard, and he almost has to smile. He would, too, if he wasn't so aware that it would become a horrible grimace, wavering and pale even by vampire hermit standards.

So he sighs instead, letting his hands fall into his lap and wringing his fingers. There are about ten, maybe fifteen minutes left. Not enough to get anywhere safe on foot, and he sure as hell ain't driving when his vision is halfway through its rendition of a TV without signal, zig-zagging in white and red and green, flickering and flaring and leaving him a little disoriented even when all he's doing is sitting on that dusty old couch.

"Hurt," Kas repeats for the third time, and Steve tenses, ready to snap at him to shut up, that he's not hurt yet but will be any minute now and that Kas should really just shut the fuck up and leave himself if he won't let Steve go anywhere.

But looking at those wide eyes, he doesn't snap. He deflates. His shoulders fall and his eyes close, which only makes the flickers worse, he feels.

“I’m… I’m gonna have a migraine," he sighs, letting that hang in the air between them, letting the words take up the whole room and suffocate him while he knows that they won't touch Kas. That he won't understand. Nobody does.

It's just a headache, Steve, get over it.

They leave a bitter taste in his mouth, and he's just waiting for the huff to come.

But it doesn't come. Instead, Kas just keeps looking at him; same worried expression, same unobtrusive posture, same everything. Right. He probably doesn't know jackshit about what that's supposed to mean.

So Steve explains. “I, well. I kinda can't really see right now, but that'll pass. That's when the pain comes. I won't want to move. No light. No noise. No nothing. And all I can do about it is wait it out, which is why I need you to let me leave..."

It's one of those moments where he hates that he's the only one of their group with a license; that he can't just radio with a code red and have someone come get him no questions asked.

"I just wanna go home, man," he sighs, hating his voice for the weak whine around the edges.

A beat passes between them, and Steve pretends like he's not counting the seconds. Like he doesn't notice that the flickering zigzag line is getting smaller and dimmer, and that agony is imminent.

"Here," Kas says then, and somehow it's both an offer and a command. "You. Here."

Steve blinks, the words not really translating through the tired fog of his brain.

"Huh? Sorry, uh, what?"

"You," Kas says, shuffling closer to him, like that sort of helps him translate what it is he wants to say.

"Me."

Kas nods, then motions around the room and pats the couch cushion, releasing a cloud of dust from it. "Here."

“You—“ Steve frowns. "You want me to stay here?"

The nod is decisive and in another world Steve would have called it eager, with the way Kas is shuffling on the spot.

"Kas," Steve sighs, rubbing his face, not quite sure how to make the vampire explain that it's gonna be bad. Really, really bad. The flickering shimmer is already waning, and phantom pains are already setting in, settling along his skull like little pinpricks of warning.

A clawed hand reaches for his wrist, making Steve flinch away, but Kas doesn't hurt him. He pulls Steve’s hand away from his face almost gently, slowly, and makes sure Steve looks at him.

"Safe." And he looks so genuine about it. He looks like he knows what that word means. "Safe."

With a sigh, Steve accepts his fate. Kas isn't gonna let him go anytime soon, and at this point Steve really doesn't want to face the gloomy weather outside, stuck as it is somewhere between drizzle and downpour and so endlessly grey for days.

Still he feels pathetic about it. Vulnerable. Exposed. Like a last bastion falling, the castle walls crumbling, the fragile house of cards finally falling, because suddenly this agony isn't something he keeps only to himself.

Even if it's only Kas who witnesses it. Kas, who’s endured worse than that, Steve knows. Brainwashing, manipulation, the agony of shaping human into vampire so excruciating his mind has gone into hiding still.

"Okay," Steve breathes at last, pretending that his voice didn't break on that single word. "Okay."

Kas hums, the sound resembling more a gurgle than anything else, and before Steve knows what's happening, cold hands are pulling him up and off the couch.

"Jesus," he mumbles, barely catching his footing and pulling away from Kas's grasp, but following nonetheless, not even thinking about fleeing now. "I'm coming, I'm coming, man, don't touch me."

Miraculously, Kas does stay away, walking just one step ahead of Steve, turning towards him every two steps to make sure he's still following. It reminds Steve of a mama duck herding her ducklings across the street and making sure they're all still there. It's weirdly endearing.

"Why do you even care?"

He doesn't get an answer, but that's no surprise, and he doesn't really mind either. It was more about wondering, about putting that question out there and letting it take up space for future contemplation.

Kas leads him to an adjoining room, the north-facing windows all barred shut, ripped and moth-eaten curtains drawn to block out the last of the light. Right. Fitting, for a vampire's lair.

The bed in the middle of the far wall is surprisingly large, though, and looks surprisingly soft. It's unmade, but that's just as well. There are no belongings in the room otherwis that Steve can make out, the framed pictures on the wall look as dusty as the rest of the cabin, so they can't belong to Kas. Or maybe he likes them enough to keep them, to claim them as his own now.

It’s a heartbreaking thought.

Stupidly and out of nowhere, Steve wonders if he could take care of this cabin. Dust it and clean it and only fill it with things Kas likes. Maybe things Munson used to like — surely the kids would know how to go about that. Or Wayne.

He's about to ask; about the pictures, about the stuff, about Wayne — if he's been around lately, if he's still telling stories to bring back the dormant Eddie parts of his modified and manipulated mind.

But just as he's about to turn to the vampire and ask, the blinding flickers disappear from his field of vision in the dark room, and within seconds something inside his skull bursts, leaving his body awash with pain that nearly has his knees buckling. A whimper escapes him that he tries to steer into a groan, but then his hands are flying to his head and he stops caring about how he expresses this immediate agony to the world.

Kas is on him again with a whimper, suddenly just as fucking tactile as his once-human form.

“Don’t touch me,” Steve rasps, wrenching himself free from the gasp once more. He really wishes Kas would stop touching him. "You want me to lie down here, yeah? Take your bed?"

Kas nods again, looking at Steve with those wide eyes that seem to glow in the dark — or maybe that's his migraine-addled mind seeing things where they aren't, making up for the blind spot and the flickering.

Steve looks away, the motion hurting his entire face, and he closes his eyes as pins and needles are moving along the inside of his face, pricking up against the skin but never breaking through.

"Right then," he whispers, his voice barely audible and still too loud, making his ears click and pressure collect around them, making him wonder if they're going to burst. "'M gonna lie down."

Struggling with the heavy blanket, Steve is close to giving up and just lying on top of it, but Kas is quick to help him once he realises that Steve needs it. He pulls back the blanket, still looking so damn stricken about everything, like he's genuinely worried about Steve. It doesn't make sense.

He doesn't have the strength for a Thanks or even a smile, but he nods just once, just barely, before sluggishly falling onto the bed and fumbling with the blanket once more. Every movement hurts. Every twitch of a muscle is too much, and just moving his pinkie is enough to douse his body in never-ending pain that travels from his skull all the way down.

Something Steve has always wondered is why migraines make his body shut down like that, leaving him in a state where all he can do is lie down and fall into a near-catatonic limbo until the pain has lifted enough to face the rest of the world again. Fighting inter-dimensional monsters and posing as a feast to demonic, modified monster bats was also agony. It also made him lose his footing and almost pass out from blood loss and pain, his back scratched open completely where the bats dragged him across rough stone.

Migraine pains don't really compare to those, though, and it scares him. Because he knows that's all up in his brain. His fucked up, mangled, thrice-concussed fucking brain he never got cared for because the government goons never took them seriously. Never took him seriously.

And now here he is, lying in a stranger's bed in a pitch-black room that's still somehow too bright, unmoving, too weak to even pull up the blanket, and hoping to pass out from it all. Hoping he won't hallucinate again this time. Hoping that he won't throw up this time, his body convulsing because it knows it shouldn't be feeling like this.

Throwing up from pain. There's really nothing more fucked up than that. Or, there is. Throwing up from pain and begging an invisible man to make it stop, only to realise hours later that the most painful migraines can also make you hallucinate.

He doesn't want that. He doesn't want any of that ever again, and certainly not in a strange, dark cabin with a vampire forged from a human he never even liked.

Tears spring to his eyes, but they're not the kind that'll fall and bring relief. They just stay in the corners of his eyes, his only way to express the waves and flares of pain washing over him, wishing he could just pass out now.

Kas tucks him in. Steve didn’t know he could do that. It strikes him as extremely non-vampiric even in this state he’s in. Steve doesn’t react, doesn’t so much as blink his eyes open as the pain travels up to his hairline and settles there, flaring over his forehead to his eyes and down to his cheekbones and then up again, a never-ending motion that he never stands a chance to get used to.

“Safe,” Kas says again, and it zings through Steve’s body with violent force that doesn’t match at all with the gentle tone he’s using.

Scrunching his forehead to stave off more words, Steve hopes that Kas will take the hint and know to shut up.

But he has no such luck.

“Here.”

“Shhh.” He shakes his head minutely, shushing the vampire with a barely there noise, keeping the damage to a minimal amount. “You can go,” he slurs, trying not to speak at all. “Please.”

A beat of blessed, blissful silence, before there’s shuffling again. Kas does walk to the door, but then stops in the doorway. Steve doesn’t want to look.

“No.” Kas sounds surprised about it. Mystified. Like he wants to leave but can’t.

What?

“Stay. Here.”

Whatever you do, just please be quiet about it, Steve thinks desperately. Instead of saying any of that, he shushes him again, hoping that the thump he hears means that Kas is sitting on the floor now. Though he doesn’t understand why.

Why do you even care?

“Safe,” Kas says again, whispering the word into the room, and it doesn’t zing through Steve this time.

With Kas refusing to leave and his pathetic state of existence so blatantly on display, and with waves and waves as his nerves fire signals to his overworked and tired brain, more tears sprint to his eyes. And this time they fall. Silently, and without a sob, without even a sniffle of acknowledgment. But they fall.

And Steve just wants to go home.

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sailing-through-hawkins · 6 months

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not a specific prompt im just a whore for kas!eddie being utterly obsessed w Regular Guy steve harrington & i think it'd be funny if they tried to just have a normal hangout w the party & eddie absolutely cannot be normal & just like gargoyles around or something

sorry about the wait, writer's block hit me pretty hard again but i did it!!! i hope it's to your tastes and that you have a very happy birthday!!!

So here's the thing.

Eddie could have been a vegetarian.

It was a whole thing when he was like thirteen years old and had just watched a very, very terrible movie that involved a lot of gore and too many metaphors about chickens. It fucked him up so bad that he refused any of Wayne's meat-infested meals, from pies to hot dogs to fucking sandwiches.

He did end up caving after one too many weeks of hiding in his room when the smell of delicious, juicy steak (it wasn't really a steak but fuck if he knew the difference) wafted around the trailer. He cried the entire time while he ate but Wayne pat him on the head and said he was still proud of him for making it that far.

Anyway, the point is Eddie could have sworn to look at nothing but vegetables and grass his whole life.

He's never been so glad that he didn't.

Not when Steve, the absolute fucking dork that he is, is eating his burger in the messiest way possible just to prove to Robin that he could do worse.

Eddie can't tear his eyes away.

The way the dark, twilight blue of that Henley somehow makes his skin look that much warmer, the way his smile is riddled with sauce and lettuce, the way his eyes squeeze shut when -

"You can't eat Steve."

Eddie blinks, and turns his head to find Dustin with his arms crossed, his face squished into a grim expression.

Eddie tilts his head.

"I'm serious, you promised you wouldn't eat anybody -"

"I don't want to eat Steve," Eddie rasps out, his tail flicking against the wall. It's cold, the surfaces of everything in this house is too cold. He's almost desperate enough to burrow his way into the couch, just so he can soak up the warmth of Steve and Robin, even if their eating habits are disgusting.

Dustin glances at Steve, who's already got a tissue and is jamming into Robin's cheek with a laugh, and frowns at Eddie. "You're sure? Because you've been staring at him like, all day."

Sighing, Eddie resettles himself on the island counter so he's sitting cross-legged and continues to watch Steve. "I know."

There's a pause.

"That's it?" Dustin says incredulously. "That's all you have to say?"

"Have you ever seen someone so intrinsically against everything you've ever believed in that's somehow also the exact poster child for what you should aim to achieve?"

He hears Dustin blink. "What -"

"He's just so -" Eddie flails a hand, his tail mirroring the motion. "Benign! And yet, he possess the strength, the fearlessness of a man on the battlefield -"

"Why are you using your DM voice -"

"And yet again, he will sit there, with a perfect swoop to his hair, an innocence to his eyes and a delicate sweetness to his tongue and he will ask that you believe him to be harmless."

Another pause.

"Okay, that was a little weird -"

"And you will!" Eddie leaps onto his feet, standing above Dustin with power raging through his veins as the head rush of a monologue captures him. "You will believe that fine, gracious man to be harmless! As long as you don't - look - back."

"Eddie, get down from the counter."

With a laugh, Eddie spins and his tail wiggles a hello to Steve, who looks up at him with his exasperated, innocent eyes. "My liege," Eddie says, hopping down only to slink into Steve's space and wrap his tail around his bicep. "How goes the competition?"

"Robin won -"

"As usual!" said-bird calls out from the living room.

"Yeah, as usual," Steve repeats with a lovingly snarky tone. Eddie's tail tightens. "What have I said about standing on tables, Eddie?"

"Oh but sire," Eddie murmurs as he circles Steve, ducking down just to pout up at him. Yeah, he knows the power of his big brown eyes, he knows how to use 'em. "I was simply delivering an informative, nay, crucial declaration of your -"

"Eddie."

He switches tactics. "I won't do it again?"

"You fucking better not," Steve mock-glares down at him and oh, that's a look to think about later. Hooking a finger under Eddie's tail, where it's curled around his skin, Steve gently pulls it off and walks to the sink, the warmth of his finger sending shivers down Eddie's neck.

There is a moment of silence.

"You can't fuck Steve either, by the way, it'd be like - weird. For a lot of reasons. Not because you're guys -"

"For fuck's sake, Henderson -"

#i restarted this request so many times but eventually went back to this iteration #and i think i did alright? not as much description of steve being Regular as i think you wanted sorry about that apple #wishing you a great day tho!!!#sailor✧writes #sailor✧replies #steddie #writing #ficlet #au content: kas!eddie #kas eddie munson

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like-a-diamondinthesky · 6 months

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love songs | skz

pairing... bf!skz x gn!reader (separately) tags... headcanons, fluff, super soft, song recs!, incredibly self-indulgent 😊

stray kids members as my favorite filipino love songs

wc... 1.3k words a/n... hi sorry i'm super obsessed with romantic filipino songs and i wanted to share them with you!!! i translated the titles but i heavily recommend looking at the translated lyrics if you plan on listening to the songs bcs theyre so good i melt every time i swear! i hope you're able to enjoy and share my appreciation for my native language 🫂🫂🫂 (let me know if you're interested in a f2l version cos i've got some ideas brewing haha)

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ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° CHAN → when i met you - apo

this song is from the 80s and it’s a classic! the whole song is in english and it’s about how one’s lover opened their eyes to a beautiful romance

i once saw a tiktok saying chan is so “first love trope” coded and i AGREE. he gives first and forever vibes. your love is just so pure and overflowing with meaning yk?

i feel like he’s so used to taking care of others and when he meets you the tables are turned cos all of a sudden you’re the one smothering him with love and care and he’s like 😮

you redefined what love means for chan and that’s what made him fall so deeply in love with you

he has a newfound appreciation for life and he’s always looking forward to tomorrow because another day alive is another day with you. also, each day he finds himself loving you even more than the day before

♡ you gave me a reason for my being and i love what i’m feeling

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° MINHO → tahanan - adie

tahanan is tagalog for the word home, and this song fits minho because you are his home

this song is about one’s lover being the brightest aspect of their life and i definitely believe that’s how minho would feel about you

everyday he looks forward to going home, not to the literal physical structure, but to you. he feels safe and so so so loved when you’re right by his side

minho is a big softie on the inside, and he shows it to the public sometimes, but it’s 100% out on display when he’s with you. like he’s so smiley and giggly and lovey-dovey when it’s just the two of you it’s insane

he’s actually sooooo clingy like he’s attached to your hip pls. he’s constantly pulling you into hugs honestly. and he loves them so much it makes his heart feel so fuzzy and warm

labis ang ngiti kapag ika’y ka-harap ♡ i smile the most when you’re in front of me

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° CHANGBIN → paraluman - adie

the word paraluman refers to someone with indescribable, god-like beauty

this song is about love at first sight and being completely engulfed in one's beauty

and you can see that from changbin through how he looks at you with literal heart-eyes 😍 no matter what you’re doing. you could quite literally be doing your skincare and in the reflection of the mirror you see him smiling at you with admiration painted all over his face.

changbin holds you above everything and everyone. you are the sole reason for his existence like every fiber of his being belongs to you.

he literally praises the ground you walk on. he’s so drunk on your love like he will do anything and everything for you. you are his muse, his inspiration, his god.

namumukadkad ang aking ligaya sa tuwing ika’y papalapit na ♡ my happiness blooms whenever you’re near me

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° HYUNJIN → mabagal - daniel padilla, moira dela torre

mabagal means slowly, and this song is purely about one wanting to slow dance and cherish every moment with their lover

hyunjin wants to cherish every single millisecond with you. and dancing happens to be one of his favorite ways to do so.

he will randomly pull you from wherever you're sitting and lead you in a slow, loving, passionate dance

he's such a hopeless romantic, he's a goner. he falls in love with you all over again whenever you have your hands on his neck and his hands on your waist. you’re just gazing into each other’s eyes and talking in hushed tones.

your conversations while dancing hold so much meaning for the both of you. you could talk about something lighthearted or deep, either way it always ends with you expressing your deep love for each other once again

hawak kamay, pikit mata, sumasabay sa musika ♡ holding hands, closed eyes, in sync with the music

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° JISUNG → uhaw - dilaw

directly translated, uhaw means thirsty

and lord this boy is THIRSTY for your attention (but it in the best way possible!) he hopes that you think about him as much as he thinks about you

this song is about being head over heels in love, and that's how jisung feels about you. the way you talk, the way you smile, the way you show kiss him. he’s obsessed with every single part

he wants to know everything about you, he wants to be around you 24/7, he wants to be the one you rely on. honestly, he just wants you

the chorus is like i’m so in love with you but i don’t really understand why. that’s jisung. he isn't exactly sure why his heart yearns for you to the point it sometimes hurts, but he doesn't care as long he gets to spend his whole life with you

bakit uhaw sa’yong sayaw, bakit ikaw? ♡ why do i thirst for your dance, why for you?

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° FELIX → unang sayaw - nobita

in english, unang sayaw means first dance and this song is about the happy memories of falling in love

felix gets so giddy from everything you do and this song captures that perfectly. his heart does cartwheels every time you look at him and he smiles so wide when you’re with him that his cheeks ache

sometimes the feeling of love overwhelms him so much he just needs to let out a little scream HAHAHA like he needs to let everyone that he’s yours and you’re his 💞

usually, he would tell you that the sun reminds him of you. but one time, he told you that you shine so brightly that it surpasses any star in the whole multiverse and he melts every time he’s with you

he doesn’t mention it, but every time he recalls the journey you’ve gone on together, it ensures him more and more that he wants to marry you one day.

sa ilalim ng kalawakan, pangalan mong isisigaw ♡ under the galaxy sky, i will scream your name

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° SEUNGMIN → mundo - iv of spades

the song mundo emphasizes the importance of pure, committed love. mundo means world and it has two uses in this song

for one, it’s used in a way to call one’s lover their whole world. i fully believe that that’s how seungmin sees you. you are his whole world, his everything

and for two, it expresses forgetting everything else except each other; forgetting the whole world around you because what matters is the love that you share

seungmin wants to be your shield. he will protect you and listen to all the problems you have, making sure that you know that he’s by your side every step of the way. you'll never be alone as long as he's alive

he’s not very big on words so he shows his love through actions, and i think that’s very fitting to the meaning of this song

limutin na ang mundo nang magkasama tayo ♡ forget the whole world when it’s just the two of us

ɞ° ‧₊˚ ◡̈° JEONGIN → come inside of my heart - iv of spades

idk if many people know, but this song is in fact by a filipino band! come inside of my heart is about reassuring one’s lover that they are the love of their life, even if they don’t always express or show it very well

jeongin is big on quality time and subtle acts of love and he doesn’t really use his words to tell you how much he loves you. because of this, he sometimes worries that you think he doesn’t love you when that’s not at all true

instead of “i love you,” he prefers to send you playlists of songs that remind him of you. or maybe he’ll leave some of his hoodies at your place so that you can wear them without asking him.

there are times when jeongin wishes you could see inside his mind and his heart so that you would understand how much he loves you (a LOT)

you’re constantly plaguing his thoughts and his heart. he genuinely believes that his life revolves around you because you’re just that significant to him

♡ come save me ‘cause you’re the only one for me

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gojos-fr-bae · 3 months

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Liar pt.5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: Angsty Angst, Fluffy Fluff (tee hee), Cussing (lemme know if i missesd anything

Word Count: 977

A/N: heyy, I said i would release this ike two days ago and yet here we are. Also, this one is pretty small but I think It works, Yk? Hope you Enjoy tho! (p.s i'm workin on re-writing What lovers do so watch out for that.) This was a tad bit too happy for my liking so you best bet pt.6 is goin to be depressing as HECK.

(Requests open)

Y/N

You were sitting on your bed, looking at your son resting in his crib, deep in dreamland. You were trying so hard to force yourself to get up and face the man waiting outside the threshold of your room but you seemingly couldn’t get your legs to move no matter how hard you tried.

You knew he was outside because you could still sense his cursed energy and knew that no matter how hard you tried to hide.

You slowly trudged towards the door, shaky hand going up towards the handle, and pulling the door open.

You stepped out and turned, your gaze falling on Satoru who was sitting on the floor with his knees brought up to his chest, his hands holding them tightly.

He looks up at you, eyes widening before he quickly pushes himself to his feet. You don't miss how his body sways back and forth, stumbling slightly, but you chose to rule it off as the product of him jumping to his feet so quickly.

“Gojo…hi,” you gently breathed out.

“H-Hi, Lov- Y/N’ You don’t miss the hesitation in his voice. “Do you wanna maybe, g-go for a walk?

His head was downcast and he was only gazing up at you for a few seconds before shooting them back to the ground.

“Sure,” You responded before turning around and slowly walking down the hallway

You walked out into the field you spent days lying around, sitting down while leaning against the large sakura tree at its center. You watched as Satoru leaned against the tree before slumping down roughly, his eyes permanently locked on the ground.

“So, how ar-”

“Why did you leave,” his voice cracked, interrupting you mid-sentence.

“Gojo, please,”

“I’m sorry, i-i’m s-s-so, so, s-o fucking sorry I-,” he croaked, you turned to face him, noticing the tears that were steadily cascading down his face, reflecting in the moonlight.

He was trying so, so hard to hold everything in because to him, he didn't deserve to be sad. He was the one who forced you to deal with so much shit to the extent that you no longer. In his mind, he was the most disgusting thing to have ever existed and the fact that he was feeling even remotely sad was absolutely blasphemous.

And you could tell.

“Gojo…”

“P-please, don’t call me that.’

“Satoru,” you sighed, “You don’t have to be sorry, you did absolutely nothing wrong, it’s not your fault I left,”

“But If I was strong enough not to be sealed then this would’ve never happened-”

“Because you are human! You can’t always be perfect and that’s okay. What happened probably happened for a reason, I mean I’ve been doing pretty well and Kaito…” you stopped yourself because you weren’t ready to dive into the conversation of your son, karma’s a bitch tho so…

“You named him Kaito?!” he said with a sad but slightly excited tone.

While you were pregnant, you and Satoru had been mulling around what you would name your child.

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“How about we make a bet,” you said softly as he snuggled his face into your neck while you laid together all snug in bed, “If it’s a boy, we HAAVE to name him Kaito.”

“And why is that?”he chuckled before fluttering kisses against your neck, jaw and cheek.

“Because you know, the sky is blue.. Your eyes are blue.. Oh my days it would be the most adorable thing in the world Satoru pleeeaase!”

“You know, If I knew you were this obsessed with me I would’ve gotten you pregnant ages ago,”

“SATORU!” you squeaked as he laughed at your flustered state, Gosh he loves you so much.

***

He couldn’t believe that you genuinely went through with naming your son Kaito considering he thought you hated his guts.

“Well, I mean, I said I would love to name him after you in some way, and your matching eyes are just the best bonus ever.

For the first time since he left for the mission, the faintest smile spread across his face for the slightest fraction of a second, and if he knew any better, he would say he actually felt happy.

“What’s he like?”

“He is the sweetest baby boy on earth,” you said, smiling at the thought of your precious angel, “He’s really shy tho so I guess he didn’t take after you much in that sense, then again he looks like an absolute carbon copy of you so you win some you lose some,”

Gojo could only imagine what the boy was like, and it pained him to no ends to know that he wasn’t there to watch the small boy go through his first two years of life but there was really nothing he could do about it.

“Satoru, he’s going to need his father as he grows up, and it's only a matter of time before he starts to wonder why he doesn’t have one. I’m not saying we should get back together,” You could literally hear his already broken heart put itself together just so it could break again, “But he’s still extremely young so it’s not too late. I have only ever wanted the best for Kaito and that includes having his father in his life, so as long as you are willing to co-parent I’m sure we could find a way to work this out.”

He for the first time since the conversation began looked deep into your eyes and could no longer hold his emotions in, a sob ripping from his chest.

“I-I wou- would like that a l-l-l-ot, please-”he said through soft sobs and sniffles, wiping his tears away as quickly as possible.

For the first time in two years, he didn’t cry himself to sleep. He, for the first time in two years, went to sleep sober.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Yeah, wayy to happy, mentally prepare for pt.6 ( watch me say this and find that pt.6 isn't even all that😭

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usedtobecooler · 2 years

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last updated 12/12/22 (+) indicates smut, (&) indicates fluff, (=) indicates angst, (!!) indicates dubious content - please click on fic links to see the full list of warnings before choosing to continue reading. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. *

STRANGER THINGS

『 e d d i e m u n s o n x r e a d e r 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [i get off] 1.4k

summary: from the headcanon that eddie loves to be touched until he can't take it anymore.

warning(s): sexual content // edging // oral sex // crying

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summary: reader buys def leppard's '87 hit album hysteria, and has her pour some sugar on me awakening.

warning(s): sexual content // lap dancing // dirty talk // fluff

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summary: eddie is obsessed with his plus sized girlfriend and needs to remind her how hot she is.

warning(s): sexual content // fluff // words of affirmation // insecurity // mentions of fat bodies

↠ [living dead girl] 3.7k

summary: reader runs into eddie at steve's halloween party, and something is different about him that she can't quite put her finger on.

warning(s): kas!eddie // sexual content // dubious content // dark themes // monster fucking // degradation // dirty talk // spanking // pussy slapping // face slapping // blood play // blood kink // no aftercare

↠ [knocking on heavens door] 1.7k

summary: eddie loves railing you from behind, the submissive and pliant way you melted under his touch.

warning(s): sexual content // bdsm undertones // safe word mentions // unprotected sex // spanking // dirty talk // overstimulation // subspace // fluff // aftercare

↠ [lay your hands on me] 3.9k

summary: eddie's twentieth birthday is right around the corner and he's still a virgin, his reader best friend offers to change that.

warning(s): sexual content // virginity loss // fluff // soft sex // cunnilingus // praise kink // bullying/mocking // angst // mention of eddie's parents

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

↠ [virgin!eddie series] 12.4 k total

part(s): part one // part two // part three // part four

side fic(s): virgin!eddie tries dirty talk // virgin!eddie learns how to make you squirt

warning(s): sexual content // corruption kink // losing of virginity // angst // confusion // praise kink // dumbification // mocking // gentle bullying // period sex

- b l u r b s -

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'i never thought you would hurt me like this' [630 words] (=)

- d r a b b l e s -

save a horse, ride a cowboy (+)

face sitting/getting off on eddie's nose (+)

modern day!eddie loves reddit (=)

『 e d d i e m u n s o n x s t e v e h a r r i n g t o n x r e a d e r 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

↠ [like a virgin] 2.8k

summary: eddie and steve had always had an odd relationship, that reader had caught onto from the get go. a chance encounter between the three when they finally end up on their own turns to sexual chemistry and chaos.

warning(s): sexual content // virgin!reader // virgin!eddie // experienced!steve // bullying // mutual pining // awkward boners.

↠ [two for the price of one] 1.3k

summary: you and eddie have an agreement on wanting steve to join you both in the bedroom. what comes from that agreement is all out filth.

warning(s): sexual content // dirty talk // rough sex // aftercare // tenderness

↠ ['you wanna get cucked by steve harrington?'] 2.2k

summary: your boyfriend eddie and his best friend steve are oddly close, you make a flippant comment about wanting to watch them fuck. it results in a filthy cucking scenario.

warning(s): sexual content // anal sex // cuckholding // dirty talk // rough sex

C.B. STRIKE

『 b i l l y k n i g h t 』

- 𝚜 𝚎 𝚛 𝚒 𝚎 𝚜 -

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summary: reader is a long-term friend of the knights' who visits billy to check in on him often. a simple question unravels a plethora of hidden feelings.

warning(s): sexual content // possible dubious content // mentions of mental health symptoms // mentions of medication // mentions of physical ticks // health facility setting // fluff // angst // touch starved character.

TIMEWASTERS

『 r a l p h p e n b u r y 』

- 𝚘 𝚗 𝚎 𝚜 𝚑 𝚘 𝚝 𝚜 -

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summary: ralph is asked to chaperone reader on a lengthy train journey north on a particularly hot summers day. what begins as a stressful trip turns into one much more satisfying.

warning(s): sexual content // rude reader // possible foot fetish (if you squint) // pet names

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multifandomqueen01 · 2 years

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I Just Wanna Feel Again

Vamp!Eddie×Fem!Reader

Summary: After watching your boyfriend die, you're surprised when he returns, but he's no longer the man that you once knew. Can you help him feel again or is it too late?

Warnings (There's two separate sex scenes so there's alot): Dark!Eddie. (but not all the way through, we do get our sweet boy back at the end) Death. Grief. Violence. Angst. Rough Sex. Blood. Pain. Biting. Crying. Cock Warming. Not knife play, but a knife is involved for a moment. Very fluffy and cheesy at the end.

A/N: I was planning on posting a softer/sweeter fix it fic before this, but I'm currently obsessed with the Kas theory and the idea of Vamp!Eddie. This is pretty dark compared to anything else I've written and could be triggering. Please excuse any mistakes you find as there was little to no proof reading done.

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You rested your ear against Eddie's chest, as you had so many times before, only to be met with silence. The absence of his heart beat, sent reality crashing down on top of you. Eddie was dead. He had sacrificed himself and there was nothing you could do to save him.

"No! Wait! We can't leave him here!" , you screamed hysterically as the others lifted you to your feet and began dragging you away from Eddie's lifeless body. "Stop! Please!"

"I'm sorry. He's gone.", Steve apologized, refusing to loosen his hold on you, no matter how much you struggled. Eventually, you stop fighting, your mind going blank, as the love of your life disappeared from view.

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The days that followed were a blur, one bleeding into the next. While Hawkins fell apart, you remained unphased, your capacity for giving a shit having died along with Eddie. The truth was that you welcomed the end of the world, if it meant that you'd be reunited.

The others would take turns checking on you, but the visits never lasted long and always ended in a fight. Dustin seemed to be the only one grieving, and who agreed that you should go back to retrieve Eddie's body, while everyone else insisted that it was too dangerous.

After having lost yet another argument with Steve, you stormed into your bedroom and slammed the door, falling down onto what had once been Eddie's side of the bed. The pillow still smelled of his shampoo, as you buried your face into the fabric, soaking it with your tears.

"Rough day, Sweetheart?", the sound of a familiar voice carried from the far side of the room, making your blood run cold. Cautiously, you lifted yourself up and turned your head to find a tall figure standing in the shadows.

"Oh my god! How is this possible? I watched you...die.", your words came out jumbled as Eddie stepped into the light, his brown eyes appearing almost black in color and his skin pale. "Are you really here?", you asked, attempting to stand, despite both your legs threatening to buckle.

"Mhm. No thanks to you.", he spit out, his cold and unforgiving tone catching you off guard.

"You're angry.", you realized, swallowing hard as he moved towards you, his eyes locked on yours. He had always towered over you, but somehow this was different. You suddenly felt small and insignificant, like he could swallow you whole.

"Angry? No, Y/N. I'm fucking dead!", Eddie snapped, causing you to fall back onto the bed. "Or undead? I'm not really sure how this whole resurrection thing works, all I know is I'm far from alive.", he added, coming to stand in front of you.

"Are you in any pain?", your gaze wandered over his body, noticing that he was no longer wearing the clothes that he had died in. His new outfit offered full coverage, making it impossible to see the extent of his wounds, or if they still existed for that matter.

"I can't feel a damn thing."

"I'm so sorry.", you sobbed, leaning into Eddie's touch as he wiped away your tears with his thumb.

"Why? Because you let me go up against those bats by myself, or because you left me in that hell hole to rot?", his entire demeanor shifted as he grabbed you by the face, his fingers digging into the hollows of your cheeks.

"I didn't have a choice."

"There's always a choice. For example, I could've kept rotting, but instead I let Henry bring me back and all I had to do was join him."

"Vecna? Eddie, you can't-", you refused to accept what he was saying.

"I already have, otherwise I wouldn't be here, would I?", he scoffed, belittling you with a condescending laugh.

"And why are you here?"

"To pass on a message.", Eddie answered calmly, sitting next to you on the bed. "And to take something for myself while I'm at it.", he added, placing his hand on your upper thigh.

Your lips parted in protest, but he quickly placed his index finger against them. The menacing look on his face, warned you to keep quiet, and you gave a small nod of understanding. Without warning, he moved his finger aside and slammed his mouth into yours.

You and Eddie had shared hundreds of kisses before, but this was different. There was no sharing. No give or take. It was just him, taking what he wanted and leaving you with nothing. In an attempt to match his intensity, you pushed back against him, breathing heavily.

"Ow! What the hell?", you pulled away, following a sharp and sudden pain. "Did you just bite me?", you brought your hand up to your bottom lip, your eyes widening at the red on your finger tips.

Eddie remained unphased by what he had done, aside from the insatiable hunger in his eyes. His gaze wandered down to the side of your neck and he licked his lips in anticipation, the predatory nature of his behavior filling you with dread.

Your body went rigid as he grabbed you by the arms and began placing sloppy, wet kisses along your jaw, quickly moving downward. His mouth came to rest at your throat, a low growl rising from somewhere deep inside him.

A silent scream left your lips, as two sharp teeth punctured the skin. Your head titled back and you stared up at the ceiling in disbelief, feeling the warmth of your own blood running down your neck. Eddie was quick to lap it up, making sure that none of it went to waste.

"Eddie!", you screamed his name, struggling to break free from the hold that he had on you. Ignoring your pleas, he grabbed the front of your shirt with both hands and tore through the fabric with minimal effort. "You don't have to do this."

"I know.", Eddie whispered in your ear, before shoving you back onto the bed. "But maybe I want to.", he added, kissing and nibbling his way down your body.

His full lips left a trail of warm blood in their wake, moving along your collarbone, between your breasts, and onto your stomach. He snaked his fingers under the waistband of your pants and pulled them down around your ankles, followed by your panties.

Eddie forced your legs apart and plunged his tongue in between your folds, flicking the small bundle of nerves until your back began to arch. All of the fear and pain faded away as he picked up the pace, prompting you to grab a fistful of his hair.

"Oh, Eddie.", you moaned, grinding against his face. "Don't stop!", you begged, reaching out for him as he began to pull away.

"Don't get me wrong, I've always loved the taste of your pussy, but I think I've found something I like even better.", he sneered, pining down one of your legs.

"Wait...no...no!",you panicked, bracing yourself for the inevitable. A blood curdling scream pierced the air as Eddie's razor sharp teeth ripped into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. "Stop! Please!"

"I hate to break it to you, but this is who I am now. So either take it or leave it!", he snapped, hastily climbing to his feet, his mouth coated in fresh blood.

"I'll take it!", you cried, terrified of losing him again. Your vision blurred with tears, making it impossible to see, as you listened to the sound of his pants unzipping.

"Good choice.", Eddie sneered, drawing his partial erection out into the open. He stroked his cock a couple of times and crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself above you, with his hands pressed firmly against the mattress.

His gaze locked onto yours and he buried himself inside of you, coaxing a high pitched squeal from your lips as he slammed up against your cervix. Eddie's mouth dropped open and he furrowed his brow, overcome with a sense of familiarity that only you could give him.

Your warmth surrounded every inch of his cock, and he was reminded of how perfectly your bodies fit together. It was as if you had been made just for him, which is why he needed to come back. He couldn't stay dead, knowing that a long line of douche bags were waiting to have a turn with what was his.

"Is everything okay?", you inquired softly, noticing the subtle expression change.

Instead of answering your question, he withdrew slightly from inside you, before slamming back into your heat with as much force as he could muster. Despite your cries of pain, he continued to pound into you mercilessly, using your aching cunt to work out his frustrations.

"Aw, poor baby. Is this cock too much for you?", Eddie's condescending tone only made you cry harder. You squirmed as he dragged his tongue up the side of your face, licking away your tears. "Oh, fuck.", he cursed under his breath, his shaft twitching inside you.

"Oh? You like that don't you?", you whispered shakily, watching his face contort into a look of pleasure with a slight hint of alarm, as if he hadn't been expecting to feel anything.

"Shut up."

"Come on, Baby. I know that you feel something."

"I said, shut up!", Eddie growled, slapping his hand over your mouth as he slammed his hips down into your pelvic bone.

Your gentle, attentive boyfriend was nowhere to be seen as the creature inhabiting his body paid no regard to your needs and desires. His cock ripped its way through you. Filling you. Stretching you. The pain becoming almost unbearable, until a warmth began to pool in your lower abdomen.

Eddie removed his hand from your mouth, relishing in the sounds that you made. Small frightened whimpers, slowly drowned out by satisfied moans. Afraid of what he might do if you touched him, you placed your hands on either side of you, grabbing fistfuls of the comforter.

"You're so fucking tight.", Eddie huffed as your walls began to contract around him. He watched you bite down hard on your bottom lip as he pushed you over the edge. "Look at you. You're such a mess. What would you do without me?", his taunts went unnoticed as you rode out your high, quickly drawing him closer to his own. "Holy shit.", suddenly the patronizing tone was gone, replaced with one of surprise.

He began to pulse within you and you forced your eyes open, watching the expression on his face transform into one of pure, unbridled pleasure. Eddie's movements became sloppy as he shot his seed deep inside your pussy, grunting with each thrust, until he stilled, looking down at you, his face hovering inches above yours.

"Eddie?", you panted, caressing the side of his face as you caught a glimpse of the man you once knew. He squeezed his eyes shut, but not before a single tear could escape, and roll down his cheek. "Eddie, I love you-"

With a loud huff, he withdrew from inside you and leapt to his feet, facing the other direction as he did up his pants. Feeling exposed and vulnerable you pulled the blankets up around you, watching his shoulders rise and fall with each breath. He seemed angry, and you didn't know what you had done wrong.

"You're not leaving already, are you?", you cringed, hating how weak and desperate you sounded.

"I've gotten what I came here for, so I have no reason to stay.", Eddie's words stung, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of your tears. "I'm gonna need you to tell the others that Henry is done playing games, and it'll be better for everyone if you stay out of the way this time.",he warned, reaching for the doorknob. "Oh, and one more thing! Tell Henderson I say, hi.", he added with a smirk, flashing you his fangs before disapearing down the hall.

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Several days had passed since the encounter with Eddie, and you found yourself standing in the empty kitchen, chopping up ingredients for a meal that you'd inevitably eat all alone. The sun was low in the sky, and you wondered if the undead version of your boyfriend was somewhere out there, prowling for a meal of his own.

Then right on cue, a sudden chill filled the room, despite all of the windows and doors being previously closed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, as you felt a pair of eyes burning into you from behind. You immediately knew that it was Eddie by the smell of his cologne and the sound of his footsteps.

"What do you want now?", your voice was thick with annoyance as you continued with the task at hand, never once turning to look at him.

"Does your boyfriend need a reason to visit?", he inquired with a laugh.

"You aren't my boyfriend! My Eddie died in that place, and I don't know who or what you are, but you aren't him! Now cut the crap, and tell me why you're really here!", you demanded, spinning on your heel to hold the blade of the knife against his throat.

"Vecna sent me to kill you. He wants me to prove my loyalty.", he answered, hiding the pain that your words had caused. In one fluid motion, he grabbed the knife and turned it on you, pressing you back against the counter.

"Then what are you waiting for?", you croaked, daring him to continue.

"I don't want to hurt you.", he released his grip on the knife, allowing it to clatter to the floor.

"Oh, really? Then explain this!", you screamed, pulling aside the collar of your shirt to show him the bite mark on your neck. "Or this!", you pulled your pants down and kicked them aside, exposing the deep purple wound on your inner thigh.

Eddie averted his gaze, repulsed by what he had done. He could feel your gaze burning into him and his hands clenched into fists, his finger nails digging into his palms. As you demanded that he look at you, he slowly turned his head, his bottom lip quivering slightly.

"What's the matter? You can't stand the sight of your own handy work?", you hissed, refusing to show him an ounce of fear.

"I...I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm sorry.", he stammered out an apology, the sincerity of his words pulling at your heartstrings. "The only way I can feel is when I'm with you, and I don't wanna lose that."

Perhaps it was the heartfelt confession or the pitiful look in his big brown, doe eyes, but you found yourself holding out your arms, inviting him into your embrace. After a moments hesitation he accepted your offer, his large frame melting into yours.

"Would you like me to help you feel something again?",you whispered, pulling back until his gaze met yours. Unsure of what you meant, he nodded slowly, hoping that you would elaborate. "You'll have to earn it-"

"I'll be good. I promise.", he whined, his sudden desperation causing a dull ache to form between your legs.

"I'd better not regret this. Take a seat.", you instructed, gesturing to one of the chairs tucked in underneath the kitchen table.

Without tearing his eyes away, Eddie walked over to grab the chair, dragging it into the middle of the floor and turning it towards you. He sat down, his legs spread wide open as you approached, positioning yourself between them. As you caressed the side of his face, he looked up at you through his lashes.

He let out an audible gulp as you lowered yourself down to straddle his lap, leaning in to place a gentle, forgiving kiss on his lips. You palmed him through the fabric of his jeans, feeling him grow hard beneath your hand, practically begging to be released from its confines.

Feeling generous you undid the button of his pants and reached inside his underwear, wrapping your hand around the shaft of his needy cock. You carefully pulled it out into the open, revealing the red and swollen tip, glistening with precum under the bright kitchen lights.

Giving Eddie what he craved, you lifted yourself up on your knees and pulled aside the fabric of your panties. He groaned as you lined him up with your enterance, sinking down on top of him. You winced at the sudden fullness, the inside of your pussy still sore from the beating it had taken several days prior.

"I'm sorry.", he apologized, knowing that he was to blame.

"You'll just have to make it up to me...", you trailed off, reaching for the bottom of his shirt.

"Don't!", he snapped, grabbing you firmly by the wrist, before you could lift it more than an inch. "You don't wanna see what's under there."

"I think I'll be the judge of that. Now let go of me.", your demands were quickly met as he released his hold on your wrist.

Eddie slowly raised his arms into the air, allowing you to pull his shirt up over his head. You tossed it aside and he averted his gaze, fearing your reaction to the fatal wounds covering the majority of his torso. He tensed up as you glided your hands over the purple scar tissue, tears welling in your eyes.

"You're perfect.", you whispered, your heart breaking as he shot you a strong look of skepticism.

"I don't need your goddamn pity and I definitely don't need your lies!", Eddie growled, his eyes growing dark. "There's no way that you're attracted to all of this-", he fell silent as you began to roll your hips, hoping that your actions would prove what words couldn't.

You placed a hand on his shoulder to give yourself leverage, allowing his length to slip in and out of you with ease. His head tilted slightly to the side as he watched you, the slow steadiness of your movements driving him mad. It took every ounce of self control to not take over and pound the hell out of you again.

"What's wrong, baby? You want me to go faster?", you cooed, receiving a small nod in response. "Then you'll have to earn it."

"Fuck sakes. And how the hell am I suppose to do that?", he huffed, becoming impatient.

"Tell me exactly how I make you feel."

"Well, you know, really good.", he shrugged, grabbing hold of your hips.

"You can do better than that.", you insisted stubbornly, threatening to come to a stop as you folded your arms over your chest.

"Fine! When I'm with you, it feels like it might be enough to bring me back to life, and I'm not sure that I deserve it.", he confessed abruptly, tears pooling in his eyes. "I mean, you said it yourself, right? Your Eddie died in that place, and I came back as something else."

"Maybe I was wrong! Maybe I was hurting, and I said things that I didn't mean!", you cried out, your breath hitching as he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you down into a deep kiss. "Eddie...",you moaned into his mouth, quickening the pace of your hips.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. That's the last thing I wanted- oh fuck. Sweetheart, you feel unreal.", he breathed, his hands wandering aimlessly along your body. "It's just ever since I woke up in that place, I find myself craving everything about you, and it's driving me crazy."

His eyes widened as you calmly brushed your hair aside and titled your head, putting the untouched side of your neck on display. He could see your pulse beating beneath the skin and he felt a indescribable thirst radiating from the back of his throat, one that only your blood would be able to quench.

"Stop.", he croaked, turning his face away, his hands gripping the edge of the chair until his knuckles turned white.

"Why? This is what you want, isn't it?", you whispered, taking his chin between your thumb and forefinger to turn him back towards you.

"You don't get it. It's not a want. It's a need. Like I'll die without it. And I'm trying so fucking hard.", he whined, licking his lips as the hunger took over.

"Then stop fighting it.", you insisted, dragging your finger nail along the side of your neck, causing the blood to rush to the surface. "It's okay, I trust you.", you assured him, leaning in closer.

He brought one hand up to support your head, while he softly kissed his way along the side of your neck. You froze for a moment as his teeth grazed the skin, puncturing it delicately, only going deep enough to draw blood. The sharp pain soon disapated and transformed into a warm tingling sensation.

Without disturbing Eddie, you began to move up and down on his cock, isolating all of your movement to below the waist. You couldn't remember if he had ever been as hard as he was in that moment, but it left you in awe, feeling every ridge and vein, rubbing against your inner walls.

His tip was swollen from the way you squeezed around him, making it sensitive to any kind of stimulation. As you began to move faster, he struggled to stay latched to your throat, breaking it to catch his breath. You looked down at him through heavy lids, feeling lightly buzzed.

"You okay?", Eddie checked in, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Mhm...feels good...keep going.", you slurred your words, quickly approaching your high. Wanting to give you everything that you wanted, his mouth returned to the side of your neck, gently lapping at the wounds he had made.

"Oh, Baby! I'm so close!", you screamed, digging your nails into his shoulder as you began to bounce up and down on his cock, the wooden chair creaking loudly in protest.

"Me too, Sweetheart. Don't you dare fucking stop!", Eddie growled, grabbing onto your ass with both hands. "Good girl, come nice and hard for me.", the sound of his voice, combined with his hot breath against your neck, caused the knot inside you to snap.

"Eddie! I'm...oh!", you tried to speak, but the fire within you was all consuming, stealing the breath from your lungs.

"Fuck, just like that. Jesus Christ!", he exclaimed, as he thrusted upwards, filling you with thick ropes of cum. "Take it all, baby. It's yours...I'm yours. I love you so fucking much!" he rambled incoherently, drunk on your pussy and how it eagerly took everything that he had to offer.

Spent, you collapsed against Eddie, gasping for air, while he whimpered into the crook of your neck. Not wanting the moment to be over, you clung to eachother, allowing the rush of endorphins to work their way through your bodies. Eddie was the first to speak, his voice thick with emotion.

"Y/N, you need to get out of Hawkins."

"Are you crazy? I can't just leave the others to go up against Vecna alone-", you began to protest, only to be interrupted by an insistent Eddie.

"I'll deal with him! Just promise me that you'll go somewhere safe. Somewhere far away from here.", he pleaded, knowing that he couldn't force you to do anything that you didn't want to do.

"Only if you promise to come find me when it's all over.", you whispered, fighting back tears.

"Sweetheart, even death couldn't keep me from you. We'll be together again.", Eddie promised, cupping your face between his hands, his brown eyes locked on yours. Your heart fluttered wildly as he drew you in for a kiss, sealing the vow between you.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson vampire #vampire eddie x reader

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ladyzirkonia · 9 months

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Shattered Minds - Part 1 - The note

Doc, an idealistic GAR doctor, becomes obsessed with helping Jenot - known as Commander Ghoul - a severely traumatised clone trooper suffering from severe survivor's guilt after losing his entire battalion. As Doc tries to mend the broken pieces of Jenot's mind, she struggles with her growing feelings for him, believing he hates her for forcing him into this life.

Tags and warnings for the whole work: This story is written for an adult audience so MINORS DNI, violence, death, medical procedures, mental disorder, mention of prosthetics, drug abuse

Commander Ghoul belongs to @cloned-eyes (here and here), Doc belongs to me. (here and here)

note: First part is a little short because it was never intended to be a longer story. I don't know how regularly I will post a chapter, but the first three are already written so have fun. tags: @staycalmandhugaclone

Part 2

Part 1 - The note

word count: 870

A woman, dressed in a GAR medical uniform and wearing goggles, hurried down a long corridor, visibly agitated. She glanced intently around the corner, apparently trying to go unnoticed. When she came to a certain door, she seemed to hesitate for a moment, then readjusted her goggles and quickly and somewhat frantically slipped a message under the door, cursing softly to herself. After that, she moved on quickly, as if she regretted what she had done, but was also relieved to have done it, and then hurried away as fast as she had come.

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Can you tell me where you've been this time? You know very well that these check ups have to be done. Do you think it's fun for me to wait for you to turn up each time and worry about it? I swear, next time I'll report you to your general. I'm sick ot this!

It was at this point that she seemed to pause. The writing suddenly changed, her handwriting became very neat, as if every word had been chosen very carefully, as if she had briefly regained her emotions and her analytical side had resurfaced. And no one was better at getting her to break out of her analytical safety net than Jenot.

I know you're hiding, and I know you don't want any of this. Be angry. Be mad at me if you want. I know you're blocking my datapad messages. I don't care, but I can't let you harm yourself, not like this.

She stopped writing again. What the hell was that all about? She wasn't good with words; she was good at her job, with her hands, but definitely not a psychologist. But she would never forget the day she saw him for the first time. It had not been easy for her; the first time in the GAR was hard. At first she had been over-motivated and full of idealism, thinking she could do something, help off the battlefield, but that had changed quickly after the first badly injured clones had been brought in. She had come to expect a lot from her job, but the experience had traumatised her, as she had been unable to help most of the men beyond holding their hands for a moment. And when she could, many of them were so traumatised that they were eliminated after a short time. Dealing with the clones and seeing how they were treated had been a shock to her, and the fact that there was little she could do about it still tortured her, as it went against everything she had sworn an oath to.

The day CT-1313 was brought in was particularly bad. Nearly the entire 331st Battalion had been wiped out, and those who had managed to get there had either died at her hands or been banned from taking further action. Jenot had been doubly lucky, firstly because the Jedi General Uros Ka had saved him instead of leaving him to die, and secondly because he had known where to take him. The sight that awaited her had been horrible, but the months before had made her so numb that it hardly shocked her anymore. He was missing a forearm, but the bigger problem was clearly his face, which looked terrible. It was not uncommon for her to have to replace injured eyes, a technique she had mastered to perfection and was very proud of. Amongst others, she had fitted Commander Wolffe with a new eye, which had been one of her first operations of this kind. That was the reason why she was still very fond of the clone commander, who was otherwise rather known for his rough and grumpy manner. Jenot's face, however, was barely there; she had to reconstruct both eyes and almost the entire lower jaw.

But she had known immediately that she could save HIM, it was possible, even if she had to bypass GAR protocols. But ambition had gotten the better of her; she could finally do something. It had taken long and difficult procedures to save his life, and when the work was done, she had been so proud of her achievement that she had almost forgotten the cost.

Jenot had been so traumatised and filled with such hatred that she feared she would never be able to allow him to return to duty. His guilt tore him apart, and every day since she had wondered if she had done the right thing, if it had been right to save him and force this life on him. There hadn't been a day since when she hadn't tried everything to make him better, to find his old self again. She became attached to him in a way she had never allowed any of the clones before, and she took his hostility and anger towards her without any resistance because she felt responsible for his fate. For that very reason, she could not allow him to give up after the long and hard road they had already been down.

Please, just a quick check-up, it doesn't have to be in the medbay. I would never report you, I hope you know that. I was just so angry. That should sound familiar. Doc

#oc x oc #oc doc x oc commander ghoul #commander ghoul #clone wars fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #clone wars #oc: doc #star wars oc #clone wars oc #oc: jurij vega #oc: commander ghoul

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BNHA Observations, speculations and assorted info: Pre-marriage Todoroki Enji (Part 1)

So, in order to write my fic, I spend much time observing canon scenes, comparing the manga and the anime version, take note of details, translations and info in them as well as finding out how are some things called.

Since what I noticed/speculated/found out can be of use for other fic authors I thought to share as well.

Resources:

Chap. 356 "Regarding the Enemy" (敵について Teki ni Tsuite) Chap. 93 "One For All's Ember" (残り火ワンフォーオール Nokoribi One for All) Chap. 165 "Win Those Kids' Hearts" (掴めガキ心) Tsukame Gaki Gokoro) Chap. 189 "Why He Gets Back Up" (彼は何故立ち続けたか Kare wa Naze Tachi Tsudzuketa ka) Chap 192 "The Todoroki Family" (轟家 Todoroki-ke)

Ep. 49 "One For All" (ワン・フォー・オール) Ep. 79 "Win Those Kids' Hearts" (掴めガキ心 Tsukame Gaki Gokoro)

School Briefs I "Epilogue" School Briefs III "Dramatic Makeover!"

Team-Up Missions: Mission 33

To this date the chapter that shows the youngest Todoroki Enji is 356, which include some sort of dream/hallucination in which Enji faces his past self and his 'origin' so first let's look at...

THE FULL SEQUENCE AS IT IS IN THE MANGA

There are two core scenes, one depicting Enji's father's death preceded by a speech of young Enji:

'Sara ni yowaku natta' 「更に弱くなった」 “You became beyond weak.”

'Tachiba to tsugunai to ayamachi to sekinin ga' 「立場と償いと過ちと責任が」 “Position, atonement, mistakes and responsibility.”

'Omae no seirai no yowasa wo abaki dashi miru ni taenai guzu e to hikizuri oroshita' 「おまえの生来の弱さを曝き出し見るに堪えない愚図へと引きずり下ろした」 “Your innate weaknesses was exposed and I can't bear to see how you were dragged down into an indecisive person.”

'Chōjin ni wa narenainda yo Enji (omae) wa' 「超人にはなれないんだよ炎司（おまえ）は」 “Enji, you can’t become a superhuman.”

'Genten wo omoi dase' 「原点を思い出せ」 “Remember your origin.”

While fighting the Nomu Enji said he hated U.A. School motto, Plus Ultra or, in Japanese 'Sarani mukō e' (更に向こうへ "Beyond the other side" or, better "Further beyond"). Now his past self seems to taunt him saying 'Sara ni yowaku natta' (更に弱くなった “You became beyond weak.”)

'Seirai no yowasa' (生来の弱さ) is translated as 'weakness that was always there' in the English version but 'seirai' (生来) actually make clear the weakness is innate, by nature. In short Enji was born weak and tried to hid it. 'Guzu' (愚図), more than a loser is a 'foolish figure', a 'dullard' or also an 'indecisive person'. Enji project an air of arrogance and security but Enji's younger self is implying he's basically not capable.

The official translation uses "Superhero" to translate 'Chōjin' (超人), but there's no 'hero' in the word, someone can be a 'Chōjin' (超人) and be a villain. Ironically we could also translate it as 'superman', and considering later Enji uses laser eyes like Superman I wonder if this was planned.

'Teki ga nan datta no ka wo' 「敵が何だったのかを」 "What was the enemy?"

'Akkan kara shoujo wo sukuou to shi kekka shoujo moro tomo nikukai to ka shita chichi wo' 「悪漢から少女を救おうとし結果少女もろとも肉塊と化した父を」 "Your father tries to save a girl from a scroundel and, as a result, he and the girl were turned into a lump of meat."

The way the sentence is put, it seems to imply that the girl and Enji's father both died because the man tried to save her.

Enji is witnessing the scene, a schoolbag on his back. His school uniform misses the shoulder insigna and the necktie which are part of U.A. summer uniform, so it's possible this took place before Enji joined U.A.

The whole implication of the sentence and the dialogue seems to be that since his father was weak, he caused his own death as well as the one of the girl, and this should have started Enji's obsession for strength.

Young Enji goes on speaking about other things Enji should remember:

’Shin no choujin he no senbou to higami wo’ 「真の超人への羨望と僻みを」 “Your envy and inferiority complex toward a true superhuman…”

Again, the official translation uses plural but there's the image of All Might and in My Hero Academia Ultra Archive is made clear Enji previously viewed everyone else but All Might as weak, so the 'true superhuman' is solely All Might back in his past (then he also added Deku).

We can't see Enji's father's face but he's likely the man on the picture hung on the wall in the room with the Butsudan as in that room Enji would place the photo of his deceased family members.

Going on.

'"Doryoku (‘Endeavor’)” to nanoru hikutsu na shoune wo' 「“努力" （エンデヴァー）と名乗る卑屈な性根を」 “You called yourself ‘effort’ (read 'Endeavor’) due to your menial nature.”

This bit confirms Enji chose his Hero name while at U.A. and picked it up because (compared to All Might) he believed he lacked in skill but, probably, he thought he could compensate with effort/hard work.

From other chapters we know Enji and Recovery Girl know each other from his time at U.A.

‘OB no Yoshimi de kite ageta yo’ 「OBのよしみで来てあげたよ」 “I came for you since you were an alumnus”

'Soreni ima wa mō No.1 hīrōda mono ne' 「それに今はもうNo.1ヒーローだものね」 "Besides, you're also the No. 1 hero now.'

While in the Japanese version Recovery Girl is more vague, saying she came because Enji was an alumnus, since she's in U.A. by basically forever she likely got to know him, which is confirmed in "School Briefs I Epilogue" and "School Briefs III Dramatic Makeover!".

In "School Briefs I Epilogue" is said that with her Enji manages his manners because she's someone he had known nearly all his life.

By the way the two of them call each other by their Hero names.

"School Briefs III Dramatic Makeover!" is more specific. It has Recovery Girl tell Shōto she's been in U.A. by a long time and knew his father from when he was a student at U.A. and how she was always threating him for scrapes, cuts and bruises back in those days as his father used to put himself through the wringer hoping to become Number 1 one day, implying he was impressively driven. Shōto will make clear he doesn't want to hear about his father so she'll later be more subtle, telling him every boy and girl at U.A. tend to do their darnest and that they always had, implying Enji did the same.

We also have a bit of info in "Team-Up Missions: Mission 33" about how Enji holds the U.A. record for no-quirks trash pick-up (as All Might was too busy chatting with everyone).

'Sorezore ga hirotta gomi no sōryō o kiroku!' 「それぞれが拾ったゴミの総量を記録！」 "Record the total amount of trash each person picked up!"

'Tadashi "kosei" shiyō-fuka!' 「ただし”個性”使用不可！」 "However, "Quirk" cannot be used!"

'Onore no junsuina tairyoku nomi de shin kiroku o mezasu nōsuji ibentona nda!' 「己の純粋な体力のみで新記録を目指す脳筋イベントなんだ！」 "It's a brain-muscle event where you aim for a new record using only your own physical strength!"

'Chinamini rekidai No. 1 kiroku hoji-sha Endeavor da 「ちなみに歴代No.1記録保持者エンデヴァーだ」 "By the way, Endeavor is the all-time No. 1 record holder."

There's something else in chap 356 that's interesting in the following bit.

'Kojishite inakereba tamotenu teido no minikui kokoro wo' 「誇示していなければ保てぬ程度の醜い心を」 “Unless you're putting on airs you can't sustain your ugly heart”

'Minikui' (醜い) means "ugly" in the sense of "unsightly/unattractive". 'Kokoro' (心) is a delicious word that can refer to "(emotional) heart" but also to "mind" and "soul".

So basically Young Enji is saying that to hide the fact Enji is weak and indecisive, not a real superhuman, he put on airs to hide it... but the interesting part is that the image focuses on Enji's fire beard.

This was said in his profile.

The rest we have on Enji's youth is from other chapter and it's mostly tiny info.

We've a young Enji, who's now an adult but who still feels the gap between himself and All Might is one he can't surpass.

'Kisama (All Might)..." 「貴様（オールマイト）…」 "All Might..."

'Kisama o koeyou to kensan o kasanete kita…!' 貴様を超えようと研鑽を重ねてきた…！ "I've been repeatedly training hard to surpass you…!"

'Kasaneru hodo ni tsūkan suru.' 重ねる程に痛感する。 "I realized the more I repeatedly did it, the more I feel the pain."

'Kisama to no sa ga… kisama no senaka ga…!!' 貴様との差が… 貴様の背中が…！！ "The difference between you and me is… your back…! !"

'Zetsubō ga! ! Ore o…' 絶望が！！俺を… "I despaired! ! I…"

'Nanda so nonnasakenai senaka wa!!' 「なんだそのっ情けない背中は！！」 “What’s with that pathetic back?!”

LOL, the sentence seems not to make sense but in Japan a large back is equated to strength. Hawks later, thinking about Endeavor will say Enji must do it because Hawks' back isn't large enough.

On another interesting bit... even if Enji says 'All Might' the kanji actually say 'kisama' (貴様) which is currently a very rude way to say 'you'.

We've another bit about Enji's past when he talks with All Might after the latter retired.

'Ore wa ase kō ni subete o takushita' 「俺は焦凍に全てを託した」 "I entrusted everything to Shoto"

'Hatachi no koro ni wa sudeni No. 2 e to noboritsumeta.' 「二十歳の頃には既にNo.2へと登りつめた」 "By the time I was 20 years old, I had already climbed to No. 2."

'Tō tte kitakara koso… rikai shite shimatta.' 「登ってきたからこそ…理解してしまった」 "Because I made that climb… I understands."

'Ore wa itadaki ni wa tadoritsukenai to' 「俺は頂きには辿り着けないと」 "I can't reach the top"

'katagaki ga hoshī dakenara kisama no yō ni herahera to' 「肩書きが欲しいだけなら貴様のようにヘラヘラと」 "If I just wanted a title, I'll be laughing like you."

'Aiso mo furimaitadarou sa.' 「愛想も振りまいただろうさ」 "I would have showed sociability as well."

'Ore wa dare yori tsuyoku naritakatta' 「俺は誰より強くなりたかった」 "I wanted to be stronger than anyone else"

Okay so this was meant to be solely about Enji's past but I can't skip this line. The English translation decided to translate 'takushita' (託した) with 'gave' but it's not like Enji gave Shouto everything Shouto wanted... it's that Enji entrusted his dream, his everything to Shouto. So he's not really depicting himself like a doting father but as a father who planned to have his kid fulfil his dream.

The relevant part in this little dialogue is that Enji became Number 2 at 20.

Considering he started U.A. at 15 and should have finished attending it at 19, it's quite a fast climbing.

The mountain is probably Sekoto Peak (瀬古杜岳 'Sekoto take'), where Enji said he used to train in the past and where Touya will 'die'. (Chap 291).

According to Hawks, Enji was the only one trying to surpass All Might.

Technically though, considering Hawks is one year younger than Touya and got interested in Endeavor after he was saved, he only witnessed him post marriage and it's hard to say if this applied also to when Enji was pretty young. Anyway the previous generation of Heroes come out pretty lame as now the kids at U.A. wants to surpass All Might while before only Enji considered doing it.

And so we get to Enji deciding he can't surpass All Might and therefore must produce a heir who will do so for him... but as that part was transposed in the anime, for a better comparison I'll put it in a part 2.

#boku no hero academia #Todoroki Enji #Yagi Toshinori #bnha observations

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snowangeldotmp3 · 1 year

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wip word search !!

tagged by the lovelies!! @figthefruitfaeth @fastcardotmp3 @cheatghost @judasofsuburbia & @gideoncharov !! thank u all for the tag <33

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

my words: morning, sun, close, turn, notice + balance, right, sky, sorry, color + run, stay, move, reach, close + mark, finger, take, time, world + haunt, path, concrete, build, admit

these are all from various au's because i can't ever focus on one thing for very long </3

morning:

(from the steddie chap of the ouat au :) )

It’s an oddly profound thing to say at eight in the morning, but he’s right. And Robin knows the feeling.

sun:

(from a supergirl robin au i wrote but never finished)

Pretty doesn’t describe Supergirl. Gorgeous, a little boyish, her short cropped shaggy hair, freckles, the way she looks radiant in the evening sun. Power.

close:

(from kas max)

Her eyes are completely white, her hands are now closer to claws.

turn:

(from spider-nance)

“Can you believe those assholes?” Max says, turning off the TV and making her way to their kitchenette. “What happened to the Spider-Woman? I’d like to see them get out there and do half of what Spider-Woman did. Asshats.”

notice:

(from werewolf nancy)

It hadn’t been long after Nancy’s first shift under the full moon that Robin noticed it.

How Nancy’s teeth are the teensiest bit sharper when she smiles. The way her eyes flash gold every now and again, blue and gold meshing together for a fraction of a second when she gets excited about something or when she’s got barely contained rage simmering inside.

balance:

(from supergirl robin)

Nancy nods. “Like you said, High school’s hell on earth. I thought I could balance being the perfect daughter and the perfect student and the perfect girlfriend. And I couldn’t. I was living a lie.”

She doesn’t give Supergirl the full story.

right:

(from spider-nance)

Robin follows the sound, walking through the kitchen and into what she assumes is Nancy’s room, only to find all of her furniture moved to one side of the room, her floor a mess of red string and push pins, and Nancy standing on the ceiling, mug of coffee upside down (right side up?) in her hand.

sky:

(from supergirl robin)

On her face, her freckles, which painted Supergirl’s face like stars in the sky.

sorry:

(supergirl robin)

Maybe that’s a secret power she has. She places a firm hand over Nancy’s, and whispers, “I’m sorry.”

color:

run:

(from mermaid nancy)

Robin doesn’t run the risk of burning to a crisp when she goes for a walk at 3AM.

stay:

(from ouat au)

Two, stay, if only for Max (her daughter, she reminds herself, even if the word feels too heavy right now), and her strange, and somewhat worrying, obsession with fairy tales.

move:

(from the rebel robin au)

A glimpse, brief, fleeting, of a figure moves between trees. Long arms, long clawed hands. No face.

reach:

(from ouat au)

Robin turns to give her a mock salute, watching as the door slams on 108 Maple Street, before reaching her car and driving downtown.

mark:

(haunted hawkins au)

What does catch Nancy’s eye is the mark on all the victims—a scar—one that looks eerily similar to a star, either carved or burned into the victim.

finger:

(from kas max)

Mostly human fingers that taper down into dark, sharp points.

take:

(from kas max)

Whatever it is, whatever he’s done, he’s taken Max. Again.

time:

(from kas max)

“I wish people would stop telling me that it’s gonna be okay. That we’ll win in the end, we always do. It doesn’t feel like it. Not this time.”

world:

(from the rebel robin au)

Her eyes are still adjusting to the eerie blue lighting of this…place? World? Dimension?

haunt:

(another surprise from the haunted hawkins au)

A shiver shoots down her spine. The voice is familiar, haunting, almost like…

“Do you hear that?” Nancy asks.

path:

concrete:

(from spider-nance)

Wounds that still bleed with the sounds of metal scraping and falling concrete and “Nancy!”

build:

(from kas max)

Downtown is in no better condition than it has been for the last month. Smoke still billows out of buildings, out of the ground.

admit:

(from the ouat au hehe)

(She knows what it is. Deep down. But she can’t admit it to herself because if she does, it would be like dangling happiness in front of her, and then ripping it away. She knows that’s not what she’s destined for.)

no pressure tags as always <3: @gothbat99 @flashyysins @kkpwnall @el-fandom-birb @lionydoorin @verymuchablog42 @netflixnormalthings @sneak-a-cat @fishwear @flowercrowngods @legitcookie & anyone else who wants to!

your words are: star, concentrate, shoot, wound, remember

#tag games #tried to do all the words 😤😤#anyway this was really fun and now i must go and write some more of these bc this was weirdly inspiring...#to the docs!

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hellfire-in-hawkins · 2 years

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Eddie Munson as Kas (stranger things 4 spoilers/stranger things 5 fan theory)

**At this point, NO ONE can convince me that Eddie isn't coming back in season 5!!**

At this point, with everything we know about D&D lore and how it relates to Stranger Things, so many things point to Eddie's return.

In D&D lore, the dark wizard Vecna has a second-in-command, his right hand man "Kas". Kas, is described as "a human with long, dark hair and little to no armor who often wields a sword and spiked shield." Sounds familiar, right?!

Going a bit further into Kas, he was a human who became a vampire, AFTER BEING BITTEN BY A BAT!!!! And how did the Hero of Hawkins, Eddie Munson die??? Yep, that's right!! BY BEING BITTEN BY BATS!!

So hear me out..in D&D lore, the only way a vampire can create another vampire is by "draining the life from a living creature" and we saw that happen with Eddie. He was drained of life after multiple bites from demobats. Which, if looking further into D&D, we find that Swarmform vampires exist, vampiric beings that have the ability to turn into & exist as a flock, swarm, group etc. of identical creatures.

So, what if the demobats that answered to Eddie's wicked guitar playing were actually parts of a Swarmform vampire that's in liege from Vecna and by attacking Eddie & Killing him, turn him into a vampire?!? If this happened, Eddie would awaken as "Kas" and be a thrall for Vecna, his mindless lieutenant who would do his bidding. IMAGINE THE REACTIONS IF THE HEROES OF HAWKINS FACED EDDIE WHEN THEY NEXT GO AFTER VECNA!!!

AND!!! To make it even better, in the backstory for Kas, we find out that in the last moments of battle against Vecna, he's able to overcome the mind control, regain control of his body, and DELIVER THE FINAL BLOW AGAINST VECNA!!

Imagine Eddie Munson, hated and villified and called a freak and murderer, sacrificing himself not once...but TWICE to save the town who hated him!!

Idk..I could be wrong and I'm very aware of that, but my D&D and Stranger Things obsessed heart just can't let this fan theory go. I connected with Eddie on sub a deep level and his death broke my heart. I'd love to see the Duffer Brothers go this route and let us see Eddie one more time, as the absolute bad ass he is 😍😍😍

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I Just Want to Admire Peacefully

Allette and Juliette had caught up with one another over a phone conversation about adjusting to life in Japan, their new teams, and the conversation got to the boys' teams at their school. Allette knew the double aces of the boys' team of Mugen Academy since they were classmates and acquainted with the regulars of the boys' team because Mugen Academy let the girls' and boys' team practice with each other at designated practice times.

Juliette was jealous because they didn't have going that have on at Kaijō High plus Kasamatsu Yukio had an unusual fear of girls and described how the fear affected him according to what her captain knew of his fear. Allette was surprised by this information because Kasamatsu was a manly third-year! But the fact that he was afraid of girls made him seem very cute...

Even though they were eventually going to face each other as rivals, Juliette wanted to spend time with Allette as friends before facing each other on the court. Allette agreed to meet Juliette at Kaijō High tomorrow after they talked about their practice times and they could watch the boys' team practice but Juliette warned her that if Kise was playing tomorrow, his fan girls would swarm the gym tomorrow. This made the white-haired girl exclaim "I won't allow Kise and his fan girls to get in the way of me meeting Kasamatsu tomorrow!" She promptly hung up her white cellphone.

She texted the Mugen Girls' Team group chat and it was decided that her manager, Kanaria Rozen, would come along to covertly study Kaijō's Girls' Team. As Allette lied in her bed, her mind replayed a certain image from the footage Mugen's recon team got from the Kaijō vs. Touou match. When Kasamatsu lifted Kise up to support him. She wasn't exactly sure why she was obsessed with that scene. Perhaps she was truly a monster as her mother had regarded her, finding delight off of someone's suffering? She spoke aloud to herself. "I'm sorry my muse (Kise) but I won't allow anyone to get in the way of me meeting Kasamatsu, not even you." She then closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After practice was done, Allette had dressed in a white couture dress with a white hat that complemented it and she went into Kanaria's limo. She thanked her manager for coming along with her and Kanaria was happy to oblige. They got some stares from Kaijō High students because they were short high schoolers that could be mistaken for little girls or life-size dolls. Allette would've normally worn heels but it would be better to deceive Kasamatsu using her true height, 153.67cm, and Kanaria was 137.16 cm. After showing their school id's and getting visitor passes, they went in the direction of Kaijō's gym where the girls' basketball team was hard at work practicing. She couldn't help but give a subtle smile at the sight. It seemed Juliette was adjusting well to her team. Allette then turned around and activated her eyes in 'Swan Eye' mode to be a look at while holding up the issue of Basketball Monthly that had an article of Kasamatsu while using her back to shield her manager so no one would suspect what they were doing here. "Don't get distracted by the beauty of Kaijō's regulars."

"I won't kashira!" Kanaria had her notebook out and was jotting down notes.

Just their luck, Kise Ryōta was heading their way and Allette shifted her position a bit to make sure Kanaria's body was fully covered. The blond was very beautiful in person and her heart was irritatingly beating fast but she still had to protect her manager as the taller one of the two of them!

"You are Kise Ryōta, correct? Don’t play at all today. I would like to appraise Ka- I mean the abilities of Team Kaijō in peace.”

[ @sportbaes for Ryōta Kise! ]

#sportbaes #ch: Kanaria #ch: Allette #Kuroko's Basketball #long post tw #( I'm sorry I know I should've replied to one of our old ones but I felt like taking it easy and throwing out a starter first lol. )#✨Stage Queue✨

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The geyser bursted into flames because of her, such people are so evil I’m not being paranoid… read it patiently till the very end. I was once at my fav coffee shop and I saw one of her college friends there, I recognised her because I had seen her in her group photos, she made everyone from the society boycott me, it was like total domination, she would intimidate them with her older brother who was 7-8 years older than me, I had/have no friends at all. I would see their pics for years and live through them vicariously because of loneliness, I tried socialising online but I realised how people target loners even there with their friends even guys do that on dating apps… anyway I recognised that friend of her’s but I ignored (I thought she didn’t know me) when I was looking for a table I saw her whispering something to the one sitting next to her about me and they were both mocking and giggling, at that point I understood that she had told her new friends also something and they’d stalked me, now she stalks me with her husband… obsessed psycho.

I know how we tackled the fire, I was 19-20 I still remember seeing the flames and their reflection even in the tiles while leaving the bathroom, I told my mother and we pulled the main switch to immediately shut down the whole geyser with a total power cut to avoid short circuit and then used the hand shower to douse the flames and then we called the building staff for help.

Okay so I wasn’t aware of this but this woman (my so called “best friend” who made my life hell in the previous society where we’d shifted when I was 10, she’s the reason I never had any friends it was because of her envious, competitive & materialistic nature, she turned everyone against me and asked all my other friends to boycott me during our teens with her older brother who was 8 years older than me) She didn’t even spare me after we shifted from there cuz she had internet to harass me and she did that EVEN DURING the PANDEMIC while I was getting convulsions, she constantly stalks me along with this man I wasn’t aware of that but she keeps stalking me, she never EVEN ASKED ME IF I WAS OKAY, she just kept reading everything sadistically so far… I’m glad they saw this post I thought they won’t DARE to stalk me again (they reacted on their profile) but she stalked me yet again and asked him to update his bio because of what I wrote yesterday for Harsh… Nasauti/Nazar maarna bandh nahi karengi? She has so much ill will in her nature she covets everything. Its been like this since childhood, she would keep getting jealous cuz I was a foodie and I would try out diff cuisines and stuff so she made sure I would stop going out & she started obsessively uploading restaurant images, no wonder she gained so much weight. Aur dusro ka cheen ke kha… she would get jealous of my inexpensive “fancy stuff” and keep competing in everything, my mother had to change my school because I scored higher than her and she ruined the whole day by throwing a racket in class, all my other friends started hating her and my mom saw me crying outside the school when no one was around… she was educated never thought she would marry someone like this, she has put a ridiculous ❤️‍🔥 burning heart in her profile FOR him eww which means passion like “Aag laga diya” her friends attented her wedding but they stopped associating with her after that because they too formed a similar opinion. If I knew how she was I wouldn’t have ever been friends with her no offence but I would’ve chosen someone with more class (not monetarily but in general) I wouldn’t have deprecated about her but she just doesn’t stop… like get a life! She saw what I wrote yesterday night and those hearts. I was told that she and another girl from there would literally go through my entire profiles, for hours they would sit and stalk me (when I was 17-19) I thought when we’ll grow older it’ll stop but she keeps stalking. The geyser once bursted into flames while I was taking a shower on the same day she accidentally hearted my pic while stalking and then unliked it (ill will/evil eye) and something tragic happened again, it didn’t stop there, the EXACT same day when she was stalking me with her friend (this time she had come with a part in crime) the pipe bursted on my face which had burning hot water.

Part 2:

What’s shocking or is still a “mystery” is that… it was impossible for the pipe to burst, the geyser bursted and next time even the pipe bursted (I’ve been in such accidents twice because of her)… the pipe which ran through the faucet wasn’t connected to the other line so the plumber said it wasn’t possible for it to have hot water but my mother told him the whole bathroom was full of steam and the water was boiling hot, I covered my face as a reflex action and only my hand was burnt, the plumber kept saying it was impossible for it to get filled with hot water but the fact that it bursted shows that something went wrong… I wasn’t in the shower, I was washing my face this time in the wash basin and the faucet spray bursted right onto my face with piping hot water, like I said thanks to my reflexes I covered my face with my hand and my hand was slightly burned (not much) cuz I was swift at opening the door which was right next to me with my left hand (maybe God saved me) I told my mother I don’t know what happened but it erupted like a volcano lol she went inside and the bathroom was filled with steam and the spray was so hot she couldn’t even touch it.

Part 3: Real life Ghost Story

Another “interesting” fact, remember I had said about being intuitive? So I’m not sure if this happened because of my fear after that horrible incident or because it was actually haunted, ill will or bad vibes/evil eyes can attract more such negative vibes and souls into your life/house, some astrologer (award winning, reputed one) had told my mom… long ago when I was 20 (I had NOT shared anything with her) “You should always keep at least the bathroom lights on because I can feel about her that she has this thing where she can sense them (as in spirits) and she has that power which they are aware of so they get attracted to her.” I had a dream which was really creepy, I saw myself in that bathroom, I was just done with a shower and I was looking in the mirror drying my hair when I felt like someone was staring at me, I saw a raffish looking Indian teenager in the corner of the bathroom, he was white and pale and he looked mortified like a corpse I saw in the mirror to see if his reflection was visible there and it was but he was looking equally scary… why do people believe ghosts can’t be seen in the mirror and if so why do we look in the mirror while chanting Bloody Mary then? I have personally never done that anyway the dream ended there and I had already stopped taking shower in that bathroom, I don’t have a geyser in my own because of that incident I have a different water heating system.

- Zara Sauleh

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justsimplelife · 2 years

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10 Things Only Medical Technology Students Can Relate To

"Whenever you would come across someone whose vein protrudes so visibly, your eyes would sparkle at the thought of how convenient that person would be as a patient."

The journey to becoming a Medical Technologist is inarguably challenging. In the midst of battling against bacteria, parasites, blood groups, cells, hand-outs, and most importantly, sleep, Medical Technology students find comfort in the truth that the same struggle is shared. Here are ten things that will make Medtech students nod their heads in approval.

"Uy, meron kang alcohol?" "Ha? Wala? Diba Medtech ka?"

Whenever there is a need for rubbing alcohol, people immediately turn to you with the assumption that you must always be carrying one since you are a Medical Technology student. This is fine at first but it usually becomes annoying at times. Not because you handle the most infectious specimens and body fluids, doesn't mean you have to be extra hygienic all the time. HRM students don't even bring ladles anywhere around, just saying.

Your friends think you're gross and dirty.

Unlike friends who come up to each other to ask for advice or food or stuff, you usually ask your friends for their blood, literally. Sometimes, you go way beyond just blood extraction and even ask for other body fluid samples such as urine, stool, and saliva. When you'd visit your friends with a disposable specimen cup on hand, most of them usually make a face in distaste. There is a consistent look of wonder in their faces, thinking how you handle the process of collecting and examining these specimen. Although we don't want to involve our friends in our *dirty* business, critical times call for drastic measures.

The struggle of the first blood extraction.

Although labeled as the modern day "blood-suckers," the struggle of the first ever blood extraction is undeniably real! With hands shaking, cold sweat dropping, and heart racing in your chest, you proceed with uncapping the syringe or ETS needle and inserting it in the skin with the hope that you've hit the vein. When the blood starts to flow into the tube, you let out an inaudible sigh of relief for a job well done—if you're lucky. When blood doesn't show no matter how much you swim the needle, well, you know there's always room for practice 'til you get it right.

Patient crisis.

Since the course deals with practical laboratory exams, you need patients. May it be only for a specimen sample or for an actual procedure demonstration, you will always need patients. Most often than not, there is a "patient-crisis" happening especially when Midterms or Final exams are in season. Though there is a shortage of patients in these times, you always end up having one. All the time, you are grateful for friends who show up as your patients and willingly give their blood and other body fluids to you.

Kit.

Going around the campus in white gala uniform with a kit on one hand and a book or notebook on the other is the usual get-up of Medical Technology students. The kit is almost an extension of your life as a student that whether you admit it or not, there is an undeclared need for this kit to be always filled with materials and equipment. Once you start to run out of cotton balls or glass slides, you make a mental note to buy one from the nearest drugstore as soon as classes are finished. You see to it that you always have what you need in that kit.

Low-key vein obsession.

After successfully mastering how to extract blood, you never looked at people's arms the same way again. Whenever you would come across someone whose vein protrudes so visibly, your eyes would sparkle at the thought of how convenient that person would be as a patient. You also find yourself unnoticeably and unintentionally palpating others' veins. You even share photos of people with noticeable dominant veins on social media. Lastly, you know that you secretly hope that everyone has palpable and detectible veins because that would be of great help to the success of your performance.

The hype over the uniforms.

There is a different sense of delight felt upon wearing the white gala uniform for the first time. Although it is hassle during the rainy season, you know wearing the uniform makes you feel like a legit Medical Technology student. This hype over the uniform intensifies as you trade your old white gala uniform for your internship scrub suit. Finally, it is time to face the actual laboratory outside of the walls of the school, and nothing makes you prouder than wearing the school in your uniform.

"Sorry, busy. Medtech student ako."

Learning to conduct laboratory examinations that will aid the diagnosis of the physicians is not something you learn overnight. You have to study it for years and you have to choose it between dates, hang-outs, gatherings, and other occasions. Dealing with major subjects with laboratory practical examinations (and not to mention research) is more than enough to consume your time. Sometimes, you might not even have enough. Which is why, you always find yourself declining casual invitations to party or stroll-out because exams arrive in multitudes, and of course, Medtech is *life*.

Medtech jokes.

Despite the demands of the course and the stress caused by it, somehow, you still find time to crack a joke in relation to the course that's driving you crazy. Most of the time, these jokes end up really corny especially to those who can't relate to it. For example:

"Sino ang nilalaman ng puso mo?"

"HEPARIN talaga. Huhu."

"Bakit ba ako nag-Medtech?"

In every language, this is the unending question that you ask yourself for every time the going gets tough. In the middle of cramming for an exam, you ask yourself this. After an exam you know you did so bad, you ask yourself this. Rushing around to find samples, equipment, and the like, you ask yourself this. Even when you're just in deep contemplation, you ask yourself this. But no matter how much you want to quit and give up what you started, you never do, because you know that despite all the frustrations, one day you will eventually finally get that Registered Medical Technologist title just after your surname.

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#medtech #college #medicine #love #organization #mental health #jokes #fun

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ewwgene-fitzherbert · 2 years

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l/rb

tumblr erasedf half of my fkin tasgs again :’( anyways i was saying p3 is neat and that i love ba/ran/ours postapocalyptic vibes and the mecha doggos and everything actually im gonna rb some syb/eria posts now thank you goodbye

#heres my gay little rant abt sy/beria bc AAAAHHHHHH #lrb is like '10yrs old game' BRO sy/ber/ia turns TWENTY in january #which makes the fact that im playing it now FUCKING WILD bc my mom used to play it when i was a baby????#my sister wasnt even born yet when the first 2 parts came out???? and now were obsessed with this gotdamn series its wild #we're at the 3rd game now and we're almost done i think. last time i went home we just sat and played it for 3 days in a row #anyways so far ive only known 1 other person who'd played it and it was in like 2017 when part 3 came out? or was about to come out?#idk i had this friend who used to do game reviews on her blog :'''''') n this is where i first heard abt the game #that might only be partially true bc we literally own the CDs for the 1st game (my mom's!!!!! fucking old) but they wouldnt work on my lap #top cuz theyre from fkin 2002/3 #ancient games that had to be on 2 separate CDs??? good lord #my mom claimed to have played the 1st game but TURNS OUT she meant the FIRST CD ONLY. SHES ONLY EVER PLAYED A HALF OF THE FUCKING GAME. MOM #THE FACT THAT SHE NEVER HELPED KA/TE FIND HA/NS THE FACT THAT ALL SHE DID WAS GET OS/CAR AND GET ON THE TRAIN #SHE DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE UNIVERSITY WITH THE MENAGERIE. M O M ! ! !#in p3 in the amusement park in ba/ranour the puzzle with the cart took us FORTY FUCKING MINUTES because we never looked around the goddamn #cart??? and then we did???? and there was the other fucking rod that we didnt know we needed for the puzzle???#anyways. the game is actually rly good lmao. SUUUPER SLOW. like ka/te's run is so slow i want to claw my face off and its frustrating how #you have to do things in the right order to progress. its dumb bc my brain doesnt work in the 2002/4 standards #i like to fuck around on my own and i dont need to spend 20 minutes getting k/ate to get her ass to os/car to just tell him one thing #so that he responds and unlocks the next stage of the puzzle. its SO dumb imo. but its an old ppl game its alright #also!! controversial opinion but p3 is cool actually. maybe its cuz im a console player and the changed controls and having to choose #dialogue is what i like in games. also its fricking hilarious when ka/te gets pissed. go off babe #ALSO wow there are women in the game now. REVOLUTIONARY #p1 and 2 only had 1) kat/es annoying mother 2) FUCKING o/l/ivia #3) hel/ena roma/nsky (icon) (wouldnt stop cursing @us cuz we couldnt figure out her fucking drink)#??? thaste it #now we have kat/erina (my beloved) ol/ga (my dispised but also iconic) dun/yasha.... sA/RA ST/EINER.... aya/waska....#no fucking olivia or ka/tes mother thank GOD #okay anyways. i would be lying if i said i didnt like ka/te & os/car 's dynamic in p3 #he was p annoying in the first games but hes actually kinda cool now. death improved his personality #my post

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qalma-e-azadi · 2 years

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TYPES OF INDIAN GIRLS

(p.s. this is again for prompts, besties and baes plis don't get offended, also im not specifying their gender orientations as such, so if you are someone not identifying as a girl or a woman you are totally, totally them and nobody can stop you from being them,

love, alima)

the umrao jaan ada: kareeb kareeb hyderabadi, poet but would much prefer shayira, your heart skips a beat when she lets her hair fall open, dark kajal, if Pakeezah was a person, jhumkas twice the weight of her ear, "would you like to see my tattoos?" kill yourself if you don't want to fr fr, kulhad coffee™, wrist watches with black straps, probably has a nose piercing, "jaanam", can count the number of kurtas you have off of her mind, makes the best seekh kebab in town, *puts her hands on your neck*, falls asleep on your chest in rickshaw rides, goes to sleep giggling about you, will murmur nazms under her breath while playing with your hair, when you kiss her out of nowhere and she goes all flustered: "ghazab karte ho yaar!!"

the ae ri sakhi: have you seen her writing in hindi? heere moti javaraat, takes pictures of you when you're not looking, shows you her tongue after eating gota mostly it's green, tells you to tighten her paayal, brown lipsticks, "would you like to meet my younger sibling?" please say yes, black mojdi, loose white embroidered pants, will beat your ass in gilli danda, will give you forehead swats if you stare too much, "gandakdo", bites down a grin whenever you make a horrible pj, probably trained in a classical dance, *munches bhakarwadi*, kaanch ki chudiya intensifies, she doesn't tolerate spice— spice tolerates her, thinks about while seeing bichhiya in jewellery shops

the aaj jaane ki zid na karo: pahadi, has hid you from her parents, *puts a rose behind your ear*, was the og abba nahi manenge, scarlet lipstick, her nose gets cold before anything else, payal on only one foot, "arey i don't how that white kurta turned out to be half translucent ;)", if you think she doesn't notice you wearing her favourite itr everytime you meet her you're wrong, don't remind her how blushy she gets when you kiss her cheek she will slap your arm, has a year long kharash, garam garam pakode, kalamkari shawls™, sings dukhi mann mere in such a heavenly voice, keeps you like a secret love letter, will send you full length pictures of her outfits, *lays on your chest*, calls you after a terrible fight with her family, "will you run away with me, someday?" "i will."

the reshami khwaab: that one girl who's always playing the guitar? that's her, sleek long fingers, short kurta and jeans, *bends her neck*, everything silk and cotton, can't tell her socks from yours, curses a LOT, puts oil in your hair and massages softly while you're literally dying, her favourite dosai place is the best i don't make the rules, *kisses both of your knuckles*, wide pants and palazzos, good at math, "will you stop staring im literally just putting my hair in a bun!" no you're obsessed with her, will link her pinky with yours in trams, will hide her face in her hands if your compliments get a little too dirty, small jhumkas, occasionally smokes, it calms her nerves, will latch on to you and not let go after a hard day,

the pronoyini: her deep-set eyes god help you now, *chokes on prasad*, blank diaries with hand-crafted textile covers, long hair braided 24×7, short hair always adorned with a hairband, loose and airy slippers, "shonaaaaaaa", theatre kid obviously, ruffles your hair mindlessly, long gazes across the room, smells like fresh aloe vera all the time, aloo bhujia worshipper, heavy razais, *bumps shoulder jaan karke*, kisses your cheek at any occasion, somehow the corner ka confectioner knows about you two???? and free roshogollas on your birthday?? she has done some serious bribing, will show off your gifts to her to her favourite cousins, kurtis with plunge necklines, small pencils scattered everywhere on her table, her cakes are amazing, black nails, back aches constantly, be prepared to listen to jodi tor daak shune keu every moment for the rest of your life spoiler alert: it's adorable

#hi hello kinda went off with the last ins fr fr #✨dil hai ke maanta nahi✨

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lath-ara-ara · 3 years

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Mga ka-tropa {Childe,Tohma + Scaramouche}

Synopsis: What your everyday life looks like with your Barkada (Squad)

- Head canon, Fluff, School AU, Based off of my experience I guess lol (I don't have many friends I just watch my classmates--), Mentions of NSFW jokes

- Filipino Reader, Taglish swearing dialogues

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- They're the worst, but also the best and ya'll just vibe

Childe

- The rich kid who insists on paying for the food you buy

- Every time in class, he'd tap on your shoulder from where he sat and act like he's paying attention to the teacher whenever you turn to glare at him. Gives subtle side glances and finds your pissed expression hilarious

- The type to place cold drinks against your cheek out of nowhere

"Yah!!? Gago, Ajax-- can you fucking stop!?" You hissed, earning a chuckle from the lad

"It's not that cold, ha-ha"

- You ignored him for the rest of the class which caused him to buy you one of your favorite snacks as he pleads for you to stop giving him the cold shoulder. He's still gonna do it again, but he won't mind buying more food for you (Win-win I suppose)

- His grades are fairly average, but still insists you tutor him. He'll drag Thoma in one of your study sessions to make you accept his request.

- You have a soft spot for Tohma and he takes advantage of it

- He calls you "Ate" as a joke, but it eventually became a natural thing for the both of you

"Ate, when's the deadline for the assignment that Ma'am gave us again?"

- Whether you're older than him or not, he has taken a liking to the Honorific

- You once fell asleep in class and was the only person inside the room, when he arrived, he immediately snapped a few pics of your drooling face before blasting "Never gonna give you up" from the Bluetooth speaker he owns

"D-did you just.. Fucking 'Rick roll' me awake..?"

"Yeah. Pretty hilarious in my opinion,"

- He has Tiktok and forces you all to join his shenanigans

- If he can't annoy you, then he'll annoy Scaramouche. You don't know how, but he got him to be accidentally sent to the elementary department's floor, which made a teacher think he's a 4th grade student.

- He got a lotta bumps in the head from the angry gremlin later on

Tohma

- The goodie two shoes friend and also the teacher's errand boy (next to Aether/Lumine)

- I feel like he has a collection of different bandana's/Headband's with all kinds of designs. He once got you a bear themed headband for your birthday

- Often gets in trouble with Childe (and the rest of you gets into trouble as well) so you all get to clean the classroom

- Kind of the mom friend but not really. Maybe it's the fact that he often notices small things about you and the others. Like the fact that he knows about your obsession with sweet/salty foods, The fact that he knows about Childe's soft spot for whales and that Scaramouche always puts aesthetic shades of eye shadow. He has fun with you all and always points out your small habits that he finds adorable.

- All his pencils are chewed and chucked, and you once thought a dog did that. He often bites into them when he's bored or just in a random trance, you had to stop him before he could finish the whole thing.

"Tohma snap out of it! You're gonna scarf the whole thing at this point!!"

"h-huh..!?" The moment he noticed the bite marks all over the wooden object he only laughed it off. Later on he didn't notice he was chewing it again, which caused it to snap. You let him borrow yours and he made sure not to bite into them this time.

- Though.. you later on find a few nibbles on the top part of the pen, making you sigh

-You bought him a set of Chewable pencil toppers and he was ecstatic to say the least.

- Whenever you guys go to the gym for P.E he always gets hit in the head with the ball, he doesn't know why. The next day he brought a helmet to school and that made Childe go into a fit of laughter

- When he got hit by a ball sometime in P.E, he actually got badly injured, so you both went into the infirmary to treat his injured forehead.

"Punyeta. Why can't those 4th grader brats just stay on their side of the Gym? this shit always happens to you" You scowled as you tend to his wound

"Ha-ha.. even if they were on their side, I doubt the ball won't hit me" He sighs with a sheepish smile

- Has Tiktok as well, but the reason is to like most of Childe's Videos (very supportive friend lol)

- The escort of your class (And Ayaka was the class muse)

- He often get's into those Class Pageant contests (and the UN themed ones as well). He has a wardrobe filled with all the costumes he used lol

"Hold still Tohma! That get up looks great beside the vending machine," Childe cackles as he takes pictures of the blonde

"LMAO-- He's literally in a sparkling suit- HA HAHA" you mirrored his actions, taking out your phone. He plays along, posing with each snap of the camera's, while Scaramouche just deadpans at you three's antics.

Scaramouche

- The Sassy Honor student

- He's cold and snappy to everyone, including you. But don't worry, he warmed up eventually, though he still acts a teensy bit cold towards you.

- You guys were seat buddies while he and Childe were on the same club

- He trusts you to do his eyeshadow so you often both do each other's makeup (It's not allowed in campus so you both have glasses to slightly hide your eye makeup, matching glasses of course.

- He has a small taser keychain in his school ID and bag, and once threatened Ajax with it (He kept calling him short)

- Whenever your group goes out to eat you both get Drinks (Boba) together while Childe and Tohma goes ahead and buy Fish balls (lol)

- He once got a bad grade for the first time and he kept brushing it off whenever people ask about it, but you know that's not how he actually feels

"Hey Scara.. You sure you're ok? " You asked, when the both of you were alone in the classroom.

That's all it took for him to sigh and lean against your shoulder, mumbling a small "No"

It shocked you, but proceeded to place your hand on top of his crown to comfort him, after a few seconds of the both of you sitting in comfortable silence, he speaks up again

"Not a word about this. Or else I'll tase you."

"Sheesh, sunget naman" You giggled

- He sometimes uses you as an arm stand, it doesn't matter if you're taller or shorter, He'll stand on top of a chair just to lay his elbow on your head and he smirks down at you whenever you tell him to get it off, you couldn't convince him to, so you just accepted your fate.

- You were both often the sarcastic duo of your group and would always retort mean insults to the ginger (As a joke though, you three insult each other as friend of course.)

- Intellectual insults, brought to you by our favorite sassy boi

What the squad is like

- Ajax and Scaramouche are your classic Volleyball players and LMAO- they're basically Kageyama and Hinata in reverse

"The fuck kinda serve was that?" The red head teases

"Shut up you orange tree"

"Well, at least no one ever assumes I'm a 4th grader~"

"THE FUCK YOU SAY YOU IMBECILE!?" He snaps, hitting the ball with a strong slap when it reached over the net. And because he was out of focus, that ball ended up landing into Tohma who was cheering in the sidelines with you

"T-Tohma!!!" you shrieked as his soul starts to leave his body

- Whenever Scaramouche is very fired up in a game,you and Tohma would cheer and chant at him with these specific words;

"Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the Fandango!? ~"

- He tells you to stop cause it's embarrassing, but you don't and he honestly secretly enjoys it

- Your squad would sometimes ask Tohma to buy some snacks in the cafeteria (With Childe paying lol) and at this point he's carrying a reusable bag as if he were going to the market

"Eh? Tohma, why do you have that bag with you?" A student asks "Are you going to the market?.. But School's still going.."

"Oh, this? Ha-ha nah! I'm just going to the cafeteria"

- The Cafeteria staff kinda got used to the same orders he'd often list out so they just dump them in the bag and Tohma gives them the cash with a simple thank you as if it was a routine (Hm, maybe it already is)

- When all of you would hang out, out of school you'd go to the arcade and it takes Childe a whole minute or two in the Claw machine. You almost got banned because kept cursing so loudly (there were little kids around)

- You and Scaramouche would play shooting games and holy shit he's good-

-You asked him if he ever had experiences in actual guns and he responded with;

"Oh, no. I just envision the targets as that Idiot who can't get anything from the Claw machine" He points at Childe

"HEY!"

- Childe and Tohma would battle through DDR and it either ends with a tie or you and Scara having to drag them out cause it was getting late.

-Lots of prizes earned and Childe swore he was close to buying the entire claw machine (Damn rich boi--)

- At the end of the day, all you three would get your preferred drinks as you all gaze at the nearest beach sunset. (You had the classic soda and straw in a bag of course)

- Whenever you plan, get together's like these, you always looked forward to them

- But let's say hypothetically that your parents are strict or didn't let you join them this time, well bestie, it's either they wont go and reschedule or kidnap you lmao

- Childe asked you to come outside of your house and the moment you did, you were met by a car and a laughing Childe and Tohma who carried you bridal style towards the vehicle

"Pukeng ina-- Mom's gonna kill me!!" you laughed into the gingers arms, hitting him playfully

"Quick Tohma!" He calls out to the boy, getting inside the car as he still holds onto you "Drive bitch! drive!!"

- By the time you got home you almost got banned from ever hanging out with them (You got grounded though LMAO)

- Your Group chat's are filled with chaos.

-Memes, Arguments (Scara and Childe) and Assignment answers were the contents of your chats

Tortang talong: [Bitch]

Fandak-go: [Bitcher]

Mama's boi: [Guys can someone send me today's assignments?]

Tortang talong: [*Sends a rick roll*]

Fandak-go: [That's like the 100th time you've sent the same joke as before.]

Fandak-go: [You're so fucking Un-original]

Tortang talong: [Please.]

Tortang talong: [ Compare my sense of humor to yours and you'll see how superior I'am to you]

Mama's boi: Guys, please :"D

Fandak-go: [Superior to me?]

Fandak-go: [Like that'll ever happen.]

Tortang talong: [My level is higher than yours, considering your height-]

Fandak-go: [I'll fucking strangle you.]

Tortang-talong: [I'd like to see you try and reach my head.]

Cult master: [Bitchest]

Cult master: [Awe- I'm too late XC]

Mama's boi: [Y/n help- please-]

Cult master: [Oki hun, what do u need?]

Cult master: [Holy shit wait- we have assignments!?]

- You're a group of chaotic idiots

- But at least you're all in it together and that's what matters<3

Translations

Gago = Stupid/Idiot

Ate = Older sister/ Can be also used as an honorific for women who are a bit older than you

Punyeta = Asshole

"sunget naman" = "so sassy"

Pukeng ina (Putang ina) = Putang ina translates to "You're mom's a whore" but can also be an expression of "Mother whore" leading to something like this "Mother whore! you scared me!!" and 'Puke' means; Pussy, so this dialogue translates to "Pussy Mother" or "Fucking pussy"

Tortang talong = Fried Eggplant omelette

Fandak-go = Fandango and Pandak mixed together. Pandak means short

#genshin impact #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #childe #tohma #scaramouche #school au #genshin impact school au #filipino reader #fluff #head canon

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