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urhoneycombwitch · 11 days

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my baby puts his mouth on me

foreword: okay this is kind of written as a bonus scene for i know what they call you bc that version of reader deals with being quiet, too! (not necessary to read that one first but does provide a bit of context as far as interpersonal setting.) sort-of AU that ignores most s4 events. anon request can b found here 💖

wc: 2.2k

cw: discussions of college, shy!reader, oral + fingering (R receiving), R has breasts and a V, weed usage, softdom!Eddie, shifting POV a bit soz

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Somewhere between Eddie’s late nights at band rehearsal and your early morning diner shifts, you’ve both been too exhausted to properly fuck when you do see each other, barely time for a spare handjob in the past week. You’re crawling out of your skin by the weekend, missing and craving Eddie in equal measure.

So when your Saturday off happens to line up with his, Eddie makes an afternoon of it- picnic lunch on the shore of Lover’s Lake, lazing around in the August sun while your food settles, then stripping down to your underclothes (even though the spot Eddie scored was totally isolated, you’re still leery about skinny dipping) and cooling off with a quick dip in the lake.

You’re both sprawled out in the blanketed back of Eddie’s van, sun-warmed bodies pressed together, legs dangling out of the open rear door; smoke hangs hazy in the air from the joint being shared.

“Almost end of summer,” Eddie says, nestling his nose into your neck, arms wrapping around your middle. He can’t look at you, dread unfurling in his stomach but needing to ask, to clear the air, to prepare in case this is one of the last times he gets to touch you like this- “Thinkin’ of going to any colleges?”

”Maybe.” One of your hands slides into Eddie’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp while the other lifts the joint to your lips for a long drag. “They love me at the diner and I make good tips, so I’ll prob’ly keep doing that. Can’t afford anything fancy, anyways- I’ll likely just go to Hawkins Community.”

You still haven’t told him the full story of the mall fire, yet- or about the underground world simmering beneath the surface. He never pushes you to share more than you’re comfortable, which you’re grateful for, but he knows something happened: something that paints your sleep with dark night terrors, something that causes you to slip in the middle of conversations, mind spiraling where he can’t follow.

For reasons you can’t fully explain to Eddie, college is real low on your priority list- you’ve dedicated this summer to reconnecting with base instincts (weed and Pretty Boy being at the top of the list).

Meanwhile, Eddie tries to still the vibrant thrum of his heart at the news of you staying local, possibly for the next few years; he lifts his head to press his lips against your collarbone. “You should go to college. Jus’ try it out, at least. You’re certainly smart enough.”

“Mmm-” you hum around the joint, another inhale-exhale of smoke before murmuring, “So are you. For the record. We could apply to be nerds together, if you want-”

With a sharp gasp, your sentence drops out of midair when Eddie kisses over your nipple, already peaking through the thin material of your bra. In his hair, your grip tightens, and Eddie groans.

In one fluid movement, he props himself into his elbows on either side of your torso, bottom half of his weight pinning you in place, plucking the smoldering joint from your grasp to dampen it into a nearby ashtray.

“Gonna be my little student,” Eddie says, wet kisses trailing down your neck, flash of teeth making you squirm. “Get you some academic… skirts. The ones with the pleats. Maybe some stockings…”

“You’re so- oh, fuck- dirty…” It’s hard to keep the admonishment in your voice as Eddie noses between your thighs, bumping at your clit through the thin cover of high-cut cotton.

“Mm-hmm.” He seems pleased with the already-visible wet patch, your core leaking steadily as he burrows deeper, until all his senses are blacked-out with nothing but the sharp tang of your honeyed arousal- who needs weed. He could get high off your smell alone.

Eddie suckles at your throbbing clit, purring encouragement low in his throat when your hips jolt forward. “And you love it.”

He’s one deep inhale from being completely pussy-drunk, mouthing sloppily at the junction where thigh meets pelvis, nibble fingers toying at the band of your underwear. He slides them down and off your legs, and you let him, wiggling in anticipation against the pressure he’s keeping you pinned with.

“Could take an electrician course.” Well aware of how close to the wire this conversation is sliding, you let the crown of your head tip back, staring at the van’s ceiling, handfuls of the flannel floor blanket squeezed into fists as you try getting one last word in- “You’re good with your h- hands.”

Said hand is cupping your bare sex, warm and wide between the V of your legs, other hand pushing your thigh back to spread you wide, obscene and on display how Eddie likes; embarrassment blooms hot in your chest as he runs a finger through your folds, slick practically loud against the far-off backdrop of forest sounds.

“What was that about my hands?” He’s teasing now, can hear it in his voice even though you can’t see the lazy grin it’s paired with; a long middle finger breaches your entrance, wet warmth swallowing the length greedily.

Your eyes flutter shut, sighing. There will be a time for arguments again but right now, with a second finger addition and Eddie’s mouth working you up, there’s no room for speech.

On your end, at least- Eddie’s proven on multiple occasions to be a master at multitasking, talking you through it while managing your pleasure, and this afternoon is no exception. His fingers curl expertly into the gummy front wall of your cunt, mouth running every second it’s not latched on to your pulsing button, dirty talk smooth and easy in his low timbre.

“Yeah, honey, that’s it. Fuck, you’re so hot. Can feel you squeezin’ around my fingers, y’so tight, angel, shit… like that- there you go…”

Etcetera. Until he’s bullied his way completely into the cradle of your legs, lying flat on his stomach to get as close as possible; until your cunt is spasming around the push and pull of his fingers, wet dripping and pooling into his palm and down your ass to the blanket below.

There’s a familiar tightness coiling in your stomach, thighs bracing around Eddie’s ears in anticipation of the unraveling. A pleasure-soaked sob gets caught in your throat, dull whine escaping instead through clenched teeth, grip on the flannel doubling until your knuckles creak in protest.

“Hey.”

There’s a confusing lack of authority or command in Eddie’s voice; you sift through the brain fog of arousal, propping your weight up into your elbows to look down at him.

Eddie looks crazy. Debauched. Lips pink and spit-soaked, chin shimmering, pupils blown out with lust as he presses a chaste kiss to the wiry curls at your mound. “Kinda quiet up there. Everything okay?”

His thumb sweeps a comforting path up the soft skin of your thigh, the abrupt switch from animal to gentleness making your head swim. He’s still looking at you with those puppy-brown eyes, fingers still buried to the hilt but unmoving; you stammer out an excuse.

“Um- yeah. M’sorry. It’s just been awhile, since you’ve had me… like this.”

It’s the truth; over the last busy week in your lives, time has eroded some of what Eddie’s been working on building with you, bravery at making noise faded with the lessened practice time.

“No one else out here, ‘cept you and me, sweetheart.” Eddie’s coaxing his fingers back into steady rhythm, watching your face carefully for any signs of withholding. “Can make as much noise as you want. Lemme hear. Please?”

Usually, Eddie’s not so soft- a sharp crack of palm to ass, flesh jiggling as he draws all the noises he wants from you- but here, in the back of the van, heady weed and warm sun an intoxicating mixture as he asks you to melt for him.

You obey. Let the floor take your upper body’s weight again as you fuck yourself on his fingers, hips lifted and seeking release. His mouth seals over your clit again, tip of his tongue lashing quick and precise against it, frizz of his curls tickling the insides of your legs as he shakes his head.

The weed is certainly a help as trapped noises heave from your chest, mouth falling open, lax and pliant with moans. “Oh, my god, Eddie. Fuck. Holy shit. Hah- right there, please, don’t stop-”

As if he would. Eddie moans in tandem with you, his own hips chasing the maddening pressure of the floorboards against the hard jut of his cock, leaking through the front of his boxers as he adds a third finger, spurred on by the fountain of breathy words this pulls from you-

“Oh god, oh god- f-fuck- Eddie, Eddie Eddie Eddie-”

Your speech devolves into a mindless, babbling chant of his name. That coil pulls taut, has you crunching forward in a half sit-up, hands fisting at the roots of Eddie’s hair to hold him in place (perhaps harsher than you intend but based on the way his hips stutter and grind, you can safely hazard a guess that he’s into it).

The pattern breaks when he grazes his teeth against the pulsing nub in his mouth; you have just enough time to gasp out, “I- I’m coming, Eddie, shit, m’gonna come-” before the orgasm hits you full-force.

There isn’t room in your brain to hide all the noise that threatens to suffocate, so you let them all out, muscles tightening and flexing around every bright point of pleasure that he fucks you through. High-pitched whines, panting that wracks your lungs, a moan to top it all off that feels like it comes from your toes.

“Jesus christ.” Eddie swipes the back of his hand over his mouth, sounding wrecked himself as he climbs back over your body, silver chain necklace and dark curls swinging in front of your blissed-out face. “Fuck, princess. That was so hot.”

“Yeah?” Bashfulness hasn’t fully settled in yet, you’re still loopy from the force of your pleasure, arms slipping over the boy’s freckled shoulders as he leans down to kiss you.

His tongue has a bright tang of you, as you lick into his mouth, one hand leaving his shoulder to trail down his chest. Dark ink whorls beneath your fingertips as you reach the scratchy trail of hair just before his boxers-

“Shit.” Eddie hisses, forehead thunking into yours when you palm the hard length of him, precum soaking through the fabric, softness of your palm contrasting with the damp and rough drag of cotton. His long lashes tickle your cheek, eyes fluttering closed, soft exhale magnified by close proximity as he slowly pushes into your hand.

You’re mildly surprised he hasn’t come, yet- usually Eddie gets off on getting you off, then uses the rest of his energy to make you both come again, together.

What Eddie hasn’t told you yet is that he’s done some prep of his own, this week: every night you haven’t spent in his bed, his own spit-slicked fist has taken him right to the edge, stopping just short of coming with a choking grip at the base. The idea was to build up his stamina a bit, to take advantage of lonely evenings in service to a future you.

A very noble cause that is quickly being forgotten as your hand moves with more intent and pressure against his aching cock- the drug haze is almost enough to have him completely at your mercy, to tuck his nose into the curve of your neck and find sweet release by way of your pretty palm.

But he recovers. Get just enough distance from the warmth of you to clear his mind and snake his own hand down between your bodies to capture your twisting wrist.

The protest dies on your lips when Eddie brings your hand to his mouth, sucking your middle and index finger against the pad of his tongue, saturating your digits in spit.

“Here’s what you’re gonna do.” His eyes stay locked on yours, even as he guides your newly-wet fingers back down your bodies to rest atop your cunt. “You’re gonna touch yourself until you come. Again. And if I feel like you’re holding out on me with your noises, I’m gonna make it real difficult for you to make any noise. At all.”

A thrilling shiver races up your spine, goosebumps prickling in response to the shift in Eddie’s tone. His eyes flick to your lower lip, which he bites, unable to help himself, before following the path of your hand south.

There will be time for unwinding the past, for dreaming about the future. For now, there’s a boy between your legs and the feverish glow of summer calling your name.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you

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teambyler · 25 days

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Stranger Things has made the General Audience care too much for Will to deny a Byler ending

In Season 1, Will is kidnapped, survives a week without food or shelter in a nightmare dimension, and is implanted by a demon. He's been abused by his dad and bullied his whole life. Yet once he orients himself the FIRST thing he does is see Jonathan's hand and ask if he's okay:

In Season 2, he avoids telling everyone what's tormenting him because he doesn't want to worry them and he thinks he'd be misunderstood and babied. (He only tells Mike.) He gets possessed, has the guilt of causing people's deaths, and multiple times feels the pain of being burnt alive:

In Season 3, his friends aren't interested in D&D. Mike tells him something homophobic and cruel. Will realizes he's gay and closeted and has had his innocence stolen from him forever. He destroys Castle Byers full of sorrow and self-hate:

In Season 4, he's in love with his best friend and lives with the pain that Mike is dating his sister. STILL, he unconditionally helps Mike in the relationship, even if it denies himself a chance to be with him. He gives El the credit for the painting HE made for HIM:

For 4 seasons, the show has made people care for Will as he suffers alone. What logically happens in Season 5 is that he stops suffering and is no longer alone.

In Season 5, the Duffer Brothers have left an open plot point where MIke's love confession to El was based on a lie. He felt romantic love for the first time because WILL confessed his love for HIM. (See my blog for more on that!)

The seeds for a "Byler twist" are all there. The main factor against a Byler endgame is a need to cater to the General Audience who might not be ready for a gay relationship between two main characters.

But not only would denying Byler be (by far) the worst instance of queerbaiting in media history, where Will's love for Mike is simply a device to prop up a straight relationship...

... It also would feel particularly CRUEL to Will. For 4 seasons, the Duffer Brothers have made sure the GENERAL AUDIENCE wants him to have a happy ending. And they have made clear that Will wants to be with Mike so much.

Nearly every other main character in ST has had their love interest. There is no main cast addition to s5, so there is no "other boy." If Byler happens, then the people who'd complain would not only want the gay boy, but WILL of all people (how dare you!), to be the only main character to end up alone. He is America's Gay Adopted Son. The anti-Bylers would be isolated.

The Duffer brothers have set up the GA to cheer for Will pairing with the boy he loves. It would be a home run against homophobia.

Will told Mike he is the heart of the party. But for the GA, Will has been the heart of the show since the beginning. (And if Mike leads the party in s5, it's because Will's heart is on his shield.)

"Will really takes center stage again in [season] 5," Ross Duffer told Variety. "This emotional arc for him is what we feel is going to hopefully tie the whole series together."

The Duffers have said s4 was their Empire Strikes Back ending. Which makes s5 the show's triumphant Return of the Jedi.

Will will get his happy ending. It's all there!

P.S. Follow me and read my blog! I have so much to say!

#byler #stranger things #st5 #speculation #byler theory #leave will alone #happy ending

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niiine · 1 year

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𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

Character(s). Misfit Class + Kalego Sensei, Balam Sensei, Opera, and Sullyvan

Synopsis. How I see the reader being treated in Babyls and in the netherworld in general as you’re Iruma’s younger sibling

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Younger! sister reader

-Finished s3 of Mairuma last night so I’ve reread the music festival arc. I just wish s4 will come faster becauseee I’ve been LSS-struck by Lilith’s Red Carpet and the music isn’t even out yet 🥺

Iruma is a BABY. Everyone around him wants to protect and cherish and love all of him. But you? Oh, hell you enter the room and they’re all either kneeling or cooing because how can you be such a cutie?

Sullyvan treats you and Iruma like toddlers. You want those dresses? Here buy ten each. Oh, you love that dessert? Opera, please bring more. You wanna go shopping? Take his wallet, his bank details, take his whole life if you must. Sully-sama just wants the best for you and your Nii-chan.

But unlike your brother, you’re not allowed to have a sleepover or stay outside way too late. Either Opera will come hunting you down once it’s past seven pm or your whole class will be the searching party.

Opera is much, much stricter to you than to your brother. They make sure that you are above prim and proper most of time. “You’re a lady in the household, (y/n)-sama”, or so. But they’re still as gentle as they could be and always prioritize what makes you comfortable.

No man. And I mean NO MAN, is allowed to come near you aside Asmodeous Alice (and somehow the other misfits as well). Pray that no one would dare to walk you home because,

“Apologies, (y/n)-sama. I thought you’re being kidnapped” “OPERA-SAN WE’RE LITERALLY GOING HOME” you’re freaking out at how bloody the nose of your friend is.

At class, you’re seated between Alice and Lead because Azzazz thinks that he should be in the middle of you and your brother so he can protect both of you in case somethings happens. And Lead insists that he must be beside you because you’re his “Baby sister.”

Ofc you’re part of the Iruma gang but you spend time with the other circle from time to time as well. One of your favorites is Nee-san and Krocell because you’ve never had a big sis and these two are doing good at the job. Sometimes they dress you up like a doll with Clarin just bringing out the most random (but cute) clothing from her pockets.

Jazzy and Garp spoils you rotten. You’re their princess and they call you as such. Jazzy loves to bring you shiny gems and jewelries that he bought because “You’re special” and then he’ll ruffle your hair. He will also let you play with his familiar.

Garp would cook for you. You’re tired of the foods from the cafeteria? Open up the kitchen of the royal one! You want sweets? He always keeps sweets. Garp also blows wind at you if you feel hot due to the weather.

When you’re tired, or if you just need it—like in the harvest festival, Agares is assigned to make you comfortable. Yes, the misfits have talked about it. They have no doubt about your strength and ability, you’re Iruma’s sister after all, but “What if the bugs and other insects bite her? We can’t have that!” Cue, Agares building a whole castle for you (As well as for him and Garp). When other students took shelter in the said place, he made sure you still have the Luxury of space and as comfortable as you can be. Even though you argue that no, you can fight, and a cramped space is fine for you.

Babe, you should have seen the way the other girls look at you with playful jealousy as Agares dotes on you.

Allocer and Sabnock helps with your study. It’s a great help when you feel a bit pressured at Azzazz’s teachings. Besides, you can’t add to his luggage anymore (a.k.a Iruma and Clarin). Sabnock mostly teaches you about the Demon king, but he’s also pretty good when it comes to other subjects. He’s gentle and caring, being the big brother that he is.

Aloocer, on the other hand, is a much stricter tutor. He gave you assignments and pointers. But his work certainly help you pass every exam, most of the time even sharing it to your brother when you two study at home.

Camui is also one of your favorite classmates. He’s not allowed of course to hog you, as the other twelve will go after his head, and he wouldn’t do that as well to the class’s baby! Because of him you can pet animals and beasts (With the help of Krocell) without getting hurt.

Sometimes you will hang out with Iruma and Lead and it’s so cute because it looks like two babies trying to protect a smaller baby. The two of them will spoil you as well and you’ll be the one to decide what to eat, what to play, or what to do for the day or for that specific time.

Purson Soi also gives you a special treatment. If he vanishes and the class can’t find him, one call from you and puff! He’s there. You don’t want to talk to that schoolmate who keeps asking you out? Big brother Soi will make sure your presence is gone in a moment.

It’s very subtle and he still treats just like the whole class, but Kalego-sensei just seems to “miss” if you’ve done something wrong. Or he would just let it slide “very unnoticeable” if it’s about you.

And Balam-sensei? You remembered how scared he was the first time Iruma told him that he’s a human? That’s he’s reaction to you up until now. The professor wouldn’t even touch without thinking that he’ll break your soft body. Tell him that it’s fine though because the man wouldn’t even breathe the same air as you in fear of intoxicating you.

BONUS

BigBro!Iruma in Evil Cycle is the cream of the crop. All hands off of you. All eyes off of you. “You want something now, Princess?” Say you want the whole netherworld and it’ll be at your feet. He wouldn’t barricade you or anything, but his eyes will be watching you and anyone around you.

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michaelmilligan · 2 months

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Rotating Midam in my mind.

You have Michael, who is the biggest baddest bitch Heaven's got. A literal archangel, someone who killed his own sibling without flinching, someone who was ready to kill one of his once closest brothers, even though he still loved him. The guy who said that free will was an illusion, and that fate was inevitable.

And then you have Adam, who is... some guy. Sure, he's Sam and Dean's brother, and they're the main characters, but ultimately, Adam was never meant to be important. He was introduced in S4 as a gimmick, as a way to cause the brothers man pain. He's a Midwestern teenager, raised by a single mom, his lofty goal was becoming a doctor, but he was never fated to be anyone important, anything big.

And then Michael - the guy who said that there was no other way but for Dean to become his vessel - took Adam. He was under time pressure, sure. Dean just wasn't saying yes. But this archangel, who believed so much in his father's commands that he was going to kill his baby brother for him, chose to use Adam, the clammy scrap of bait, instead of his fated vessel.

And we don't really see them interact in S5. We don't know if Michael pressured Adam into this, if he scared him into compliance. We do know that Adam looked at the bright light descending onto the room, presumably Michael's true form - which had previously burned out people's eyes, in that bar Zachariah sat in - and he didn't look scared. If anything, he looked awed.

We don't know what they talked about. How much they talked. If Adam was conscious for that fight in Stull cemetery. We are led to believe that he is not, because Michael tells Dean that Adam isn't in right now, but he might as well just mean that Adam isn't in control, that he's Michael right now.

So we really don't know anything about their dynamic in S5, but we are led to assume from what we know about Michael that it isn't a good dynamic, we are made to see Adam being possessed as an unfortunate tragic. This poor bastard just won't stop being used by angels.

And then, ten years later, Michael and Adam come out of the cage, and we are once again led to assume the worst, because Lucifer said that Michael was insane, and everyone is scared of Michael, everyone still remembers the other Michael who brought so much death and terror upon the world - and when we see this world's Michael for the first time in ten years, when he's out of Hell and could have been anywhere in the world, or outside of the world really - he's sitting in a diner, smiling fondly at the just some guy, who is eating a burger.

This archangel, who would have killed indiscriminately for the sake of the plan, to fulfill his duty - he's chilling with this guy from Minnesota, who came out of the cage with more chill than when he went in, and whose first instinct on returning to the world was... greasy diner food.

This archangel - this eerie, dangerous entity, is smiling fondly at the guy he just spend over a thousand years (local) time with in Hell. And they talk openly, like friends, about their plans for the future. Michael mentions that he has nothing, and so does Adam, and they decide to stay together, and to maybe get a little job.

The biggest baddest bitch that Heaven had. And he doesn't even go back to Heaven. His closest brothers are dead, the apocalypse can't happen anymore with Lucifer already gone, and Michael just... doesn't care anymore. He seems a little melancholy, but ultimately he is content. Content to stay with Adam, content to sit with him in some random diner in a random American town, and content to stay with him, and let Adam show him what it's like to be human.

This archangel, who has never cared about humanity, or any human. This archangel looks at the gimmick character, the forgotten brother, and he is content. Adam is enough for him.

The guy who was dead before we even met him. And he's enough for the archangel who wanted to end the world.

Adam is everything he has, actually. And Michael is content.

#Midam #Crying screaming throwing up #This is probably so disjointed but just. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH.

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quitealotofsodapop · 5 months

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was thinking about SWK JTTW stone egged au and had some kinda angsty shadowpeach ideas! sorry for the long ask in advance, love you're ideas <3<3<3 no one in heaven realized that 5 phases could trigger the stone egg process, and neither did the monkeys, but Macaque coming around and giving Wukong company and food kept it from triggering. but then their falling out happens. without Macaque to keep the isolation+lack of food+being in the ground from triggering the stone egg creation process Wukong starts cooking up a kid.

when the time comes for the JTTW Wukong has only had an egg cooking for roughly 450 hundred years so the egg isn't done. Wukong knew his body was doing something but he didn't know what, he gets released to find himself with a slight baby bump and he and his new master are very confused. he ends up spending his journey pregnant, and is not the most happy with it at first but grows far too attached to his potential infant to risk losing the egg. this actually has the affect of making Wukong more determined to change, for the sake of giving his infant a better life. he also ends up keeping his stone egg as much a secret as possible due to the enemies he has that may try to take advantage of this.

his encounter with Macaque goes much the same as it does in the og JTTW/canon LMK, but in this version Wukong doesn't get the chance to tell him he's with child. Macaque unknowingly does/tries to do something that would ultimately harm if not kill the egg, Wukong panicks and unable to dodge in time attacks and hits Macaque just a little too hard in the side of the head. wukong is torn between feeling horrid for killing his best friend/mate, but knows that if he had let anything happen to his egg he'd never forgive himself for it. even if Macaque didn't know he's not sure he'd be able forgive him either if something happened to the egg.

due to being brought out of the ground early the remaining development for the stone egg happens slower over the next couple of centuries, meaning the pregnancy lasts well after the end of his journey. (when the samahdi fire splitting happens he's the only one wearing armor despite being the most immortal person present not to protect himself but in hopes it would protect the egg). this leads to time passing in a way that means he's on the verge of popping during the canon s1-s3 of lmk. the others find out pretty quickly why exactly Wukong was "retired", and much like his brothers from his journey keep him from doing anything too dangerous. there was much fussing over him after the spider queen's attack due to his power being drained like that. Wukong also has a lot of mixed emotions about Macaque returning in s1.

Wukong ends up finally having his egg between s3-s4, leaving his infant in MK's hands during the s4 debacle.

but Macaque only ends up finding out Wukong was in the process of having a kid during/after the s3 special. I'm currently thinking if it would be good for him to find out because MK warned him to be careful when fighting a possessed Wukong, not just for his own sake, but to be weary of hurting the stone egg so close to term. and macaque's just like, "the what" but doesn't have the chance to ask questions before the fight, and he has a lot of questions

oooo

Guess this makes the infant in the Stone Egg somehow bith older and younger than the main cast. Guess this makes it the "slow boiled stone egg au" XD

Macaque accidentally delaying the process by feeding and interacting with Wukong before their official breakup.

Wukong spending the Journey getting hit by all the symptoms of pregnancy during those 9-14 years. Many foes back off just by the tired firey glare in the King's eyes.

Wukong wanting to tell Macaque whats happening, but the current conflict being too dangerous. Macaque dying, whether by Wukong's hand or other, and being dragged away into Diyu by eerie blue chains...

Wukong never managed to tell Macaque about the Egg in that lifetime.

Wukong spending the next hundreds of years in isolation while his egg *slow-bakes*. He's convinced that the Egg's presence at the Samadhi Fire was what caused the Rings to Split and hit Ao Lie. He blames himself for centuries believing that his body subconciously draining life force of others is what ultimately killed his friends, even if the actual cause was from something like old age or battle.

By isolating himself, he accidentally causes his body to *turn down the heat* and extend the process even longer.

And ofc the whole debacle with MK getting created. The little Monkey Kid was super inconvienent for the king to care for - he geniunely believed that keeping MK whilst the Stone Egg was still draining life force could kill the cub. So SWK is forced to give the little toddler up to save his life.

When him and MK finally reunite, its a little awkward but MK immediately understands the reason for the Monkey King's retirement.

MK, meets SWK: "Whoa! The Monkey King!!! Why did you-" Wukong: *looks ready to pop. fur is a mess, is wearing pyjamas.* MK: "...OH!" Wukong: "Yeah." MK: "Um... congrats? Who's the other parent?" Wukong: "There isn't any. I'm making it on my own." MK, thinking its a bad breakup situation: "oh ok. I guess you're owed some long-overdue paternity leave, huh?" Wukong, gritted smile: "You have no idea."

MK only asks about the schematics on the Egg after Wukong makes a comment about being "like this longer than even Lao Tzu's mother". He returns to Pigsy's that evening silent with a horrifed look on his face.

New Years does not go smoothly. The Spider Queen can sense that theres a new life within the King, but she decides its an issue for after the takeover.

DBK frees himself, not only from the fear of losing his wife and his son, but also out of fury that Wukong had been hiding his condition for so long!! Any resentment surrounding the Bull's imprisonment is forgiven due to a certain offer...

DBK: "Don't be so relieved simian. The only reason you still breathe is because of your condition-" Wukong: "Hey, wanna be their godfather?" DBK: "I WOULD BE HONORED, DEAR XIANDI!"

PIF demands a proper baby shower when she hears about it from her excited husband later.

Macaque has... suspicions when he and Wukong finally meet again in S1. He makes a comment about the king being "out of shape", but becomes concerned when his Sun refuses to fight in any way that leaves his stomach exposed.

"The Shadow Play" becomes more a plan to trap the Monkie Kid gang for answers. MK spills the beans. Macaque stares blankly for a minute before yelling in frustration. It's too much emotional baggage to process right now! Then ofc he gets kidnapped by the Mayor and is forced to work for LBD - now with the additional threat that she will harm the Stone Egg if Macaque fails her again...

Wukong still falls to LBD's possession. She tries to offer protection for the Stone Egg in exchange for the world - but Wukong refuses to answer and gets the drop on him.

Macaque breaks the King from his possession by casually placing a curious hand on his swollen stomach, smiling in a way Wukong hadn't seen in centuries. "I know," is all that is said as the two monkeys allow their foreheads to touch.

LBD is unexpectedly destroyed by the Stone Egg itself. She did not count upon the Egg recognising her as a yummy source of spirtual energy as she was possessing it's parent. LBD soul is literally devoured as the Stone Egg responds to Wukong and Macaque's reconcillation. MK is a little disturbed, but glad that the demoness is gone-gone.

Until the newly unpossessed Monkey King doubles over in pain and cries for the Bodhisattva to help him. Guanyin is on the scene in seconds, glaring at her little brother angrily. Half the gang stare jaws dropped at what is happening while the rest are panicking.

After many hours of painful labor with Macaque clutching his hand for support, Wukong *finally* greets his baby for the first time.

Her dark fur is hard to ignore. As well as the ice-blue eyes that stare between the two monkeys with wonder. And the little excited chirps she makes that sing the tune of Wukong's favorite songs. Everyone in the Monkie Kid gang, the Demon Bull family, and any present celestials are crying with joy.

Yuebei Xing is celebrated across the many Realms as the first Stone Monkey to be born from a Stone Egg in milennia. Gold Star comes down from Heaven in person to bless her arrival.

Then S4 happens and puts some speed bumps in shadowpeach's makeup in raising the little newborn chaos monkey. Her eye lazers come in a little later than expected... singeing Azure Lion's fur as he goes to take the Jade Emperor's throne. All present, including members of the Brotherhood, laugh at the coincidence.

Yuebei's whole family are willing to *destroy* the divine animals if even dare touch a single hair on her little head.

The retrieve Yuebei after they enter the palace and see the three usurpers beaten to a pulp. The infant monkey rolling around on her butt as she giggles. Azure begs the crew to "please take her back".

Wukong and Macaque are so proud of their super-delayed baby girl. :3

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lymoncat · 7 months

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Aot bf scenarios: what clothing item you steal of his MODERN AU

why I’m writing this? I have absolutely no clue but you know what? That’s okay

Eren

His uniform cape

okay don’t get me wrong he wears that thing on most expeditions and you were doing his laundry… you saw it… you snatched it (I would too) you put it on and it was warm (mainly cuz it just got out of the dryer BUT EITHER WAY and I may know that this is modern AU but just shhhh) you tried to jump from the couch impersonating him and failed… miserably. You failed to land and hit your face on the counter and then he walked through the door, he sighed “really y/n, again?” (This isn’t the first time or the second, or third, you do this all the time) “yeah…” he takes you to the bathroom to clean up the bloody nose you got (f u counter) then he sat on the couch and ya’ll cuddled till you fell asleep

Armin

He has these really soft fluffy gloves-

your hands were cold cuz of eating an otter pop from frickin Walmart and you finished the food and saw the gloves. On. The. Table. (Pretend that the vision zooms in with each each of those three words) you grabbed them and put them on, later he came back from the library (typical Armin) and he saw them on you when you were petting the cat (yes you have a cat) and he blushed and smiled because it was adorable (yes reader you are adorable and perfect just the way you are)

Levi

his cravat. bro wears that thing 24/7 and he was taking a shower sooooo you pranced your happy ass on in there and snatched it and put it on in the mirror. Unfortunately he takes short showers so he noticed that it was gone and saw you wearing it… he thought it was cute and thus let you wear it on one condition, you had to make him tea.

Jean

his little cowboy hat from s4

you took it off his head and pretended to be Michael Jackson lol it’s that simple that is literary what happened

Connie

I feel like it would be his shoes

you had to go get something from the store and were in a hurry, y’all have matching pairs of shoes and the same size feet, you accidentally took his and left. You only realized when you looked down to pick something up that you dropped, you saw his name on the shoelace…. (Don’t ask but I just feel like that’s what Connie would do…)

Reiner

His shirt

You had finished your shower and realized that you forgot your shirt, you went to y’all’s room and decided to wear his shirt then you went out to the living room where he was watching tv you sat next to him and he saw it on you he smirked at the sight, he thought you looked so damn sexy in his shirt, let’s just say that you couldn’t walk the next day…

Bertholdt (go onto google translate and listen to how it’s pronounced, it’s weird af)

his hoodie

you were cold and went to his room to get your sweater and couldn’t find it, so you took his. When sweet baby saw you he was blushing you looked so cute and adorable and he just wanted to hold you. It was wholesome and adorable, you guys cuddled all night.

Now when they say you are adorable, believe it, you are beautiful/handsome/good looking I dont know your pronouns… but anyways, everyone has their flaws but that’s what makes you, you. Don’t ever believe anyone who tells you otherwise there are people who care about you. love u! <3

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hello! Could u write a steve harrington x fem reader where it’s of that scene in season 4 episode 2 where Eddie is holding a knife to Steve’s throat and reader immediately rushes to his side after Eddie releases him to make sure he’s okay? (Cuz in the background u can see him struggling :(

ahhh i rewatched the scene and he looked so scared poor bby :(

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You felt like an idiot, how could they be so sure Eddie didn’t kill her? What if he ends up being some psycho and tries to hurt everyone?

But as Steve kept on reminding you, you trusted Dustin and Max, with everything you’d been through, it’d be stupid not to.

Even then, following a murder suspect to a drug dealers house was not something you wanted to do. You sat in the car, picking at your fingernails anxiously while looking out the window.

Steve notices, wrapping his hands around your own. You turn to him, and he smiles, mouthing “it’s okay,” as Robin turns into the driveway.

After looking around the house and Dustin screaming some- inappropriate phrases for the situation. The group decides to check the back house, hoping Eddie got spooked and ran in there to hide.

While you check under cabinets for any sign of the boy, Steve grabs an oar and starts to stab a piece of tarp.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing?” You hiss, waving your arms in the air.

He shrugs, “He might be in here.”

Dustin rolls his eyes, “So take the tarp off.”

Steve reciprocates the eye roll as he stabs at the tarp, “If you’re so brave, you take the tarp off.” He says.

“Hey, look over here.” Max says, gesturing at robin to come look at the desk, “Someone was here.” She says, lifting up food wrappers.

Robin picks up the wrappers “Maybe he heard us, got spooked and ran.”

“Don’t worry, Steve will get him with his oar.” Dustin jokes.

Steve rolls his eyes, continuing to poke the tarp with his oar, “I know you think you're being funny, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-”

Before he can finish, Eddie jumps out of the tarp, pushing him against the wall, knife in hand.

Everything happens so fast you don’t even understand what’s going on, all you can do is shout at Eddie to get off Steve. But your voice is clouded by all the others.

Eventually, Dustin is able to calm the boy down, and he lets Steve go. You rush to him, immediately pulling him behind you to keep him away from Eddie. You know he let him go, but you can help but be cautious.

“You okay baby?” You whisper, holding him up as he collapses, “holy shit… you’re fine, just breathe okay?” You say, trying to calm him down.

He nods, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You can feel him shaking where you hold him, but all you can do is stroke his back, whisper calming phrases and leave absent minded kisses while you wait for the group to sort everything out.

He slowly relaxes in your touch, pressing a kiss to your collarbone before lifting his head up, “thanks, baby,” he whispers, gripping your hand and moving back to the group, ready to help Eddie.

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Ghostin' (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader): Chapter 7

Summary: It's finally time for the attack on Vecna, with some help from an unlikely source, but the battle may be too much for Reader to handle.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), language, S4 is canon, pregnancy, blood, violence

WC: 6k

A/N: Only one chapter left after this! I hope y'all enjoy :)

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Late November in Hawkins is typically cold and dreary, but today is unseasonably warm. You wake up and stretch, grimacing as you feel the ache in your lower back. Steve always reminds you that you’re glowing, that you’re beautiful, but his kind words still can’t take away from the pregnancy pains that seem to multiply overnight.

“Mornin’, baby,” he yawns, propping himself up on one elbow and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “And mornin’, Little Bean.” He places his hand on your belly and smiles. “Did you let your mommy sleep last night?”

You stick out your tongue in displeasure, making Steve laugh. “I’m gonna take that as a ‘no’?” he says.

“Every time I started to get comfortable, I’d feel a kick,” you mutter. “But then when Little Bean went too long without kicking, I’d get nervous and think about everything that could be wrong.”

Steve pouts teasingly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My poor girl,” he coos. “Will breakfast help?”

“Won’t hurt.”

You watch as your boyfriend swings his legs over the bed, stretching with an exaggerated groan and padding out into the kitchen. He returns a few minutes later, holding two bowls filled with Cheerios and milk.

“These aren’t pancakes,” you say, lifting the spoon from the bowl and frowning. “I’m going to put in a complaint with the kitchen.”

“Sorry, toots,” Steve chuckles through a mouthful of cereal. “We’ve got a busy day today. Henderson wants us all to meet up for a last-minute run-through of tomorrow’s plan.”

Tomorrow. The attack on Vecna is tomorrow. The day you could possibly lose Steve is tomorrow. The mere thought of it makes you lose your appetite, and you quietly place the untouched food on your bedside table.

Steve notices your movements and puts his own bowl down, lacing his fingers with yours. “Look at me, baby,” he all but begs, but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. “Please?” When you still don’t look him in his eyes, he just sighs. “Everything’s gonna be okay. It’s not gonna be like…like last time.” When Eddie died, is what he doesn’t say. He doesn’t have to.

“Could I sit this one out?” you ask, voice a notch above a whisper. “You can fill me in when you get home or something.” You already know your role: wait with Steve with Black Dog in the Walkman, locked and ready to go.

But Steve shakes his head. “Trust me,” he says, giving your hand a small squeeze, “you’ll wanna be there. Now, can you please eat something? Little Bean needs nutrients to be strong like Mom.”

Reluctantly, you start to eat, but each bite is harder to swallow than the last. The cereal turns mushy in the bowl, and if it seemed unappetizing before, the new consistency certainly doesn’t help.

Next to you, Steve lets out a sigh. “Tell ya what,” he says, taking the bowl from your hand, “go put on something nice, and I’ll take you out to breakfast. Wherever you wanna go.”

“What? You mean this isn’t doing it for you?” You gesture to the oversized T-shirt you’re wearing, though it seems to be more snug around your belly every day.

Steve laughs, cupping your cheek with his hand. “Baby, you have no idea how badly that does it for me,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing them. He guides you down so you’re laying back on the bed, his thighs straddling yours. He only breaks away when he catches a glimpse of the alarm clock, the red numbers telling him that he doesn’t have enough time to do what he really wants to do. “Shit, we gotta go, especially if we’re gonna get breakfast.” You start to protest, hoping to get him to stay in bed a little longer, but he just shakes his head and helps you back up.

“You’re a tease,” you whine, pulling your pajama shirt over your head. You watch as Steve’s gaze is immediately drawn to the swell of your breasts, much larger than they used to be. “Two can play at this game, Harrington.”

If you didn’t have somewhere important to be, Steve knows he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He adjusts himself as you turn to find a bra, thinking about how pissed off everyone will be if he casually strolls in late. The thought of a death glare from Chief Hopper is enough to get him soft again.

You decide on a burnt orange sweater and a basic pair of maternity jeans, and you’re fixing your hair when you hear the phone ring.

Steve picks it up almost immediately, and you crane your neck to hear what he’s saying.

“Yup, we’re leaving now. Should be there soon. Okay, Henderson, I got it. Sheesh, give us a little grace, would ya?”

You walk out to the living room and pick up your boots. “Dustin giving you a hard time again?”

“Yeah,” he groans, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know if we’ll have time for breakfast, but I’m sure Joyce will have something you can eat. Everyone knows better than to deny a pregnant lady her food.”

As he talks, you try to put on your shoes, with no success. You can’t even see your feet. Your eyes well up with tears, and you can feel the frustration building in your chest. You don’t realize you’re actually crying until Steve kneels down in front of you, sliding your boot over your left foot and moving to the right.

“I got you,” he says softly, helping you up and out the door. When you’d first started spending time with Steve, you’d assumed that he was treating you with kid gloves. That he was gentle and sweet out of pity. But now you know that this is just Steve, and it’s how he expresses his love.

When you arrive at the Byers’ house, you expect the room to be filled with people and excited chatter. What you don’t expect is the cascade of streamers, the pile of gifts, and the homemade sign that reads ‘Welcome, Little Bean!’.

“Wh-what is this?” you ask, feeling a smile tug at the corners of your mouth. Everyone is beaming at you, and Joyce has tears in her eyes as she envelops you in a hug.

“Every mom-to-be deserves a baby shower,” she murmurs into your hair, “but no one more so than you.”

“We were gonna yell surprise, but we didn’t wanna risk sending you into early labor,” Erica says with a laugh, handing you a glass of orange juice.

You accept it gratefully, looking at your boyfriend. “Did you know about this?” you playfully accuse.

He shrugs. “Don’t say I can’t keep a surprise.”

You start to fill your plate with the assortment of breakfast food on Joyce’s kitchen table, little muffins and fresh fruit and a bagel slathered in cream cheese. Hopper pulls out a chair for you, and you take a seat between Steve and your mom.

“This is the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me,” you say, spearing a strawberry with your plastic fork. “Little Bean and I are the luckiest people in the world.” As if agreeing with you, the baby kicks at your ribs, making you wince.

“Everything okay?” Will asks through a bite of his bagel, noticing the grimace on your face.

You nod. “Someone’s just awake and ready to party.” The rest of the group laughs, continuing to dig into their breakfast.

“Do you have any name ideas yet?” Dustin calls out to you, spraying muffin crumbs as he speaks. “Because I was thinking…Dustin.”

Erica rolls her eyes. “And what if it’s a girl, Toothless?”

“Dustina, obviously.”

Their bickering is interrupted by a knock on the door. Joyce stands up with a knowing smile and opens it. “So glad you made it!” she exclaims, holding the door so the mystery guest can maneuver himself and a large wrapped box into the room.

“Wayne!” you shout, practically flinging your plate into Steve’s lap as you make your way over to him, throwing your arms around him in a giant hug. He pulls you as close as he can, and you can smell his signature scent of stale Camel cigarettes as he presses a scratchy kiss to your cheek.

“Hope I didn’t miss too much,” he says with a chuckle. “Had to get some shut-eye after my shift.” He gives a grateful grin to Hopper, who takes the box and places it among the pile of gifts in the corner of the room.

“Nah, grab yourself something to eat, and we’ll open presents in a minute,” the chief tells him, and Wayne nods and takes a plate.

The chatter starts to die down as everyone finishes their food. Will looks at his mom with pleading eyes before asking, “Can I give her my gift now?” You notice his toes tapping against the hardwood floors, as though he can barely contain his excited energy.

Joyce laughs, glancing over to where you’ve sat back down. “You ready?” she asks, and you give a thumbs-up in response. She motions for Hopper to start passing down the beautifully wrapped boxes and bags as Will darts to his bedroom.

The first is from Robin, who appears to have robbed the baby clothes section of the local Gap. “Everything was just so cute and little!” she laments as you pull out yet another tiny shirt, this one that has I Love My Aunt stitched across the front.

The Hellfire kids, plus Erica, Max, and El, all chipped in part of their weekly allowances to buy a car seat. “My mom said you can’t leave the hospital without one, so…” Mike says with a shrug, a glimmer of a smile on his lips.

Will comes barreling back into the room, clutching a large canvas to his chest. “I didn’t wanna wrap it or put a bow on it or anything, but I made this for Little Bean.” He turns it around to reveal a hand-painted dragon, a collage of green and silver scales. Unlike the fierce, fiery dragon in his painting to Mike, this one looks friendly and gentle. Hanging from its mouth is a cloth holding a smiling, cherubic baby. “It’s supposed to be like the stork, but a dragon, y’know, because of D&D.” he explains, talking a mile a minute.

Your mom, Joyce, and Hopper pitched in to buy a crib, which Steve volunteers to put together once you get home. Jonathan and Nancy got a plethora of picture books, including Where the Wild Things Are, one of your own childhood favorites. Nancy hands you a smaller package and smiles. “It’s just a little something,” she says softly. You open it and gasp.

Inside is a teeny onesie with the Hellfire logo stretched across the front. Tears well up in your eyes, spilling over when she explains, “I got one of Eddie’s old shirts from Wayne and used it. Guess all those home ec classes actually paid off.”

“Nancy, this is…this is incredible.” It’s more than incredible, but you lack the ability to formulate any other words. “I feel bad that it’ll probably get covered in spit-up.”

She waves off your concern. “You know that Eddie had about a million of those shirts. I’ll just make more if it gets ruined.”

You carefully fold it back up and tuck it into the box. There’s one gift left: a long, thin box from Wayne. Peeling off the wrapping paper, you unearth a wooden baby gate.

“I know Little Bean won’t be crawling around for awhile,” he says sheepishly, “but if this baby is anything like Eddie was as a tyke, you’ll need it sooner rather than later.”

“Those Munson genes are 99 percent mischief,” you agree with a giggle, swiping at your eyes to brush away the last of your tears. Looking around at the group of people gathered to celebrate you and your baby has a fresh wave of emotions crashing over you. Between the unexpected pregnancy, losing Eddie, beginning a new relationship, and the impending threat of the Upside Down, the last eight months have been nothing short of overwhelming. But here you are, alive, surrounded by people who love you.

“I’m gonna start putting this stuff in the car, okay, babe?” Steve whispers in your ear, pressing his hands on his knees and standing up. Wayne follows him, grabbing a few boxes on his way out.

Steve’s never spent time alone with Wayne Munson, so he’s surprised when the older man calls out to him. “Steve Harrington, right?”

“Y-Yes sir,” Steve stammers, swallowing his nerves. He doesn’t have his headphones, and this feels too much like the Vecna vision he’d had a few months back. Was Wayne going to berate him for being with you?

But Wayne just sticks out his hand for Steve to shake. “Don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” he says, “and I figure we should, since you’re gonna be taking care of my grandbaby.”

Steve nods, trying to gather his courage. He used to be great at winning parents over, but those days were gone. “Yes, sir,” he says, more firmly this time, “but I promise you, I-I’m going to make sure Little Bean knows who Eddie was. I’m not trying to replace him or anything like that.”

Wayne pulls out a cigarette, offering one from the pack to Steve, who declines politely. “I know that, son,” he mumbles, voice muffled from the cigarette between his lips. “Y/N has told me what a good guy you are. That’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

“It’s not?”

He shakes his head. “Listen, kid,” he starts, using the name as a means of affection, rather than condescension, “I know what it’s like to raise someone else’s kid. Some days are gonna be hard. But you gotta remember that you’re not doing this alone.”

Steve smiles, feeling his body relax. “Yeah, Y/N told me how much you want to be involved when Little Bean arrives. And that’s what we want, too.” His gaze drops to the ground. “She was also telling me how much Eddie looked up to you. That he considered you to be his dad. Like, if you picked him up from school and someone said, ‘Eddie, your dad’s here,’ he wouldn’t even correct them.”

Wayne chuckles, taking a long drag and exhaling slowly. “He was my son. I would’ve done anything for him. If…if he was…here, and we had to fight those murder charges, I would’ve spent my last dime gettin’ him the most expensive lawyer in town.”

“My dad?” Steve says wryly before he can stop himself. “Sorry, I don’t…I don’t know why I said that.”

But Wayne raises his eyebrows. “Your dad is Greg Harrington?” When Steve nods, Wayne tenses up. “He’s, uh, he’s an interesting man,” he finishes lamely.

“He’s an asshole,” Steve blurts out. “He was barely a dad, and he never had any interest in being one. He wanted the title with none of the work. He’s everything I don’t wanna be for Little Bean.”

Wayne considers this as he ashes the cigarette and lights a new one. “If there’s one thing I learned from raising Eddie, it’s this: in the end, it don’t matter who’s blood they’ve got. What matters is who showed up to their school plays, or their concerts, or their parent-teacher meetings. The conversations you have at dinner, even when you ask how school was and they just say, ‘fine.’ The way you’re always in their corner, even if it feels like the world’s against you. That’s what matters.”

“Thanks, Mr. Munson,” Steve manages, absorbing the information as best as he can.

“Call me Wayne.”

You fall asleep as soon as you get home. The baby shower was amazing, but it drained you physically and emotionally. What you planned on being a thirty minute nap on the couch turned into two hours, and you only woke up to the sound of hammering coming from the bedroom.

“Steve, what are you doing?” you ask from the doorway, putting your hands on your hips as much as your bump will allow.

“Wanted to surprise you,” he murmurs from where he’s sitting on the ground, and you walk in to see the crib nearly completely assembled. His sweater sleeves are pushed up to his elbows, showing off his muscular forearms. “Just figured you had enough to do, and it actually came together pretty easily so…”

“Can you stand up?”

“Huh? Yeah, everything–oof!” Steve grunts as you let your lips crash against his. You let out a soft whine as his fingertips brush down your spine, lighting a fire in your core. “Baby, what’s got you all worked up?” He laughs. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Just you,” you reply simply. “How you take care of me, how you love me, and how sexy you look when you build things. All tough and rugged.”

Steve smirks, bringing his thumb to your chin and tilting it upwards so he can kiss you again. “Mmm, did I mention that I had to use a screwdriver? Very manly.”

“Tell me more,” you tease, hooking your finger into his belt loop.

“Had to make sure everything was nice and tight,” he murmurs, pulling you further into the bedroom and sitting you on the bed. He starts taking off his clothes before undressing you. “You know how I like it tight, don’t you, babe?”

“Fuck, Steve,” you whimper, feeling his hard length press against your hot, aching cunt. “You’re so hot; ‘s not even fair.”

He laughs, leaning down and kissing your neck. “If you’re turned on now, wait till you see me with my nail bat.” He lets his middle finger trail up along your wet folds, expertly finding your swollen bundle of nerves. It’s more difficult to get the right angles yourself these days, and Steve’s fingers are a welcome addition. You feel a slight stretch as he slips it inside you, pumping slowly and precisely.

“R-Right there,” you moan, fingernails digging crescents into his shoulder blades. “Make me feel s’good, Stevie.”

Shifting his weight to his knees, Steve reaches over for a pillow and tucks it under your lower back. “That okay?” he asks softly, tutting disapprovingly when you nod. “Words, angel. Gotta use your words.”

“It’s great,” you say breathlessly, writhing in pleasure as his fingers sink deeper into you. “Would be even better if you were inside me, though.”

That earns a kind laugh from him while he continues pumping. “Patience. You know I have to get you off first, yeah?” His fingers curl against your sweet spot, and you feel the coil in your belly start to unravel. “God, you’re stunning when you cum f’me. So goddamn perfect.”

The euphoria that has become synonymous with Steve’s touch floods your senses, and you chant his name like a beautiful prayer. He slows his pace, bringing you down from the high, before withdrawing his fingers and cleaning them off with a swipe of his tongue.

“Now–please, Stevie,” you manage, and he doesn’t ask you to elaborate further, breeching your hole with the tip of his cock. The two of you groan in tandem as he rolls his hips slowly. He brings his hand to your cheek, admiring your beauty fully on display. “Just a little faster, wh-when you can.”

“Course,” he nods, licking his lips and pressing them to yours. Sweat beads on his forehead as he thrusts harder, leaving you twisting the bed sheets beneath you. “Wish you could see yourself right now. Taking me like this–fuck.” He keeps the pace for another few minutes, praising you the whole time. You swear you’ll never get tired of hearing him call you sweet girl. “Gonna come–shit, come with me, baby–” His brown eyes scrunch shut as his pelvis connects with yours one last time, and your second orgasm hits as he spills into you with a groan of your name. He hesitates for just a moment before pulling out, grabbing a tissue and cleaning you up before crashing down next to you.

You bring your gaze to meet his, to say the words that have been on your lips all night but you’ve been too fearful to say. “No matter what happens tomorrow, I want you to know how much I love you.” Your voice catches at the end, and Steve takes your hand and squeezes it.

“Y/N, nothing’s going to–”

“It might,” you interrupt. “I’m not saying it will, but it might. And if it does, I don’t want you to…to…without knowing for sure, okay?”

Steve considers this, pressing a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder. “Okay. I love you, too.”

The next morning comes all too quickly. Neither you nor Steve had slept much; both of you were riddled with anxiety about the events about to unfold. When the alarm clock bleats at 7:30 AM, you wipe the crust from your eyes and nudge your boyfriend.

“‘M already awake,” he grunts, kicking off the covers grumpily, “just hoping that I’d blend in with the bed and you’d think I’d left.”

You giggle despite the dire circumstances surrounding the day. “C’mon, let’s get ready and head to the Byers’. If we’re late, you know Dustin will kill us before Vecna even gets a chance to.”

As you grab your bag off of the floor, you feel a slight twinge in your lower back. There’s that pregnancy sciatica Mom warned me about, you think irritably, massaging the ache while you check and make sure that the Walkman and Black Dog cassette are there. As soon as Steve helps you put your shoes on–it seems like that will be his new task until Little Bean is born–you’re both out the door.

The mood is somber at the Byers’ house as everyone gets ready to part, headed for their separate locations. The first group, lovingly nicknamed Team Upside Down, makes their way towards the various vehicles that will bring them into the woods. Chief Hopper takes the lead, wielding a bat and his Hawkins Sheriff Department shotgun. Jonathan follows Nancy, who heaves her rifle over her shoulder as Robin gingerly carries a bag filled with molotov cocktails. Dustin grasps his walkie talkie, and Mike walks with El and Will. Hopper presses a kiss to Joyce’s forehead before he leaves.

“We’ll let you guys know when El opens up a gate,” Dustin reminds your group, pointing towards the other half of the walkie set in Lucas’s hand. “Be ready to drive to wherever Vecna’s newest lair is.” Team Hawkins murmurs their acknowledgements, and you all sit down around the living room, awaiting your next moves.

“You have everything, right, Y/N?” Max pipes up, breaking the silence. You watch Lucas take her hand with his free one, caressing the back of it with his thumb.

“Yup, got it all in my bag.” You try to muster up some enthusiasm, but it falls flat. Another surge of sciatic pain hits you, and you grimace. Luckily, everyone is too distracted to notice.

After about twenty minutes, Lucas’s walkie begins to crackle. “Team Hawkins, do you copy?”

“This is Team Hawkins. We copy,” Lucas quickly replies. “What’s your status?”

“El opened the gate in a tree. We have successfully infiltrated the Upside Down, and El is resting while Will tries to find Vecna’s lair,” Dustin says. “We’ll let you know when we have a location.”

Lucas gives Team Hawkins a thumbs-up. “Affirmative. Godspeed, Team Upside Down.” With the gate now opened, there’s a nervous energy buzzing through the house. You’re all pulling on jackets and boots so that there’s no delay when Dustin’s next announcement comes through.

“How long do you think this’ll take?” Erica asks, biting her thumbnail anxiously. She turns to Murray and says, “you know everything. Is this gonna take awhile?”

Murray lets out a bitter chuckle. “As flattered as I am that you think I know everything–the closest you’ve ever come to giving me a compliment, by the way–I have no idea. It all depends on Will.”

Joyce has her lips pressed together in a thin line, absolutely petrified at the thought of her baby boy leading the group to Vecna. “Will’s been connected to him, or the Mind Flayer, or whoever, for a long time,” she says finally. “As long as he can keep that connection, it shouldn’t take too long at all.”

Sure enough, about fifteen minutes later, Dustin’s voice blares through the walkie talkie. “Team Hawkins, do you copy? We’ve located the lair; I repeat, we’ve located the lair!”

Joyce jumps up and grabs the walkie from Lucas. “Where is it?”

“The arachnid exhibit at the Hawkins Zoo,” Dustin tells her. “It’s in a red shed-like hut. Clear everyone out and have someone stand guard outside, got it?”

“Got it,” Team Hawkins echoes, You and Steve get into his car along with the kids, and Joyce and Murray take hers.

Max speaks first. “Once we get there, I should be able to track him. We just need to stay quiet so I can concentrate.”

“I feel bad for Team Upside Down,” Lucas mutters. “Imagine asking Dustin to be quiet.” Everyone laughs at that; the thought of Dustin having to stay silent for more than a minute seems like a more impossible task than bringing down Vecna.

Steve hits a pothole, jostling the whole car. “Careful,” you mutter, placing a hand over your stomach. Little Bean kicks in agreement.

The zoo is a short drive from the Byers’ house, and you get there just a few seconds before Murray and Joyce do. Everyone is raring to race towards the arachnid exhibit, and you feel awful that they’re slowing down their pace for you. The whole zoo is nearly devoid of people, with most of the town still reeling from the “earthquake,” and the hut is completely empty. Still, Murray volunteers to wait outside and tell people that the exhibit is temporarily closed.

“No karate,” Joyce warns, but the man doesn’t make any promises.

Lucas relays the message of your arrival to Team Upside Down, who give him the go-ahead to lure Vecna in. Everyone turns to Steve with sullen faces, ambivalent about what they know they have to do. Vecna isn’t stupid; he won’t fall for the same trick that Max pulled back in the Creel house. Instead of offering to sacrifice himself, Steve has to endure something much more emotionally painful.

“You guys can start, like, whenever,” he shrugs, taking a seat on the floor and pulling the headphones over his ears. “I’m ready when you are.”

Erica bites her lower lip. “It just feels…wrong, y’know?”

“I know,” Steve nods, “but you won’t mean it. Just pretend like you do.” He turns to Max. “Mayfield, y’good?”

“Yup,” she answers, shutting her eyes ritualistically and taking a seat next to him. “I can’t sense him yet, but I’ll tap three times on the floor when I do.”

Steve looks up at the Sinclair siblings expectantly. “It’s now or never.”

They begin just like they’d rehearsed. “Steve, I can’t believe you’d do this to Eddie!” Lucas says, anger ripping through his voice. “You watched him die, and then you stole his girlfriend. What kind of a friend are you?”

“Eddie trusted you,” Erica chimes in, looking at her brother for confirmation that she’s playing the part correctly. “He trusted you, and you betrayed him!”

“You’re pathetic, Steve! Couldn’t even get your own girl; had to wait until your friend died and then you took his.”

It goes on like this for a few minutes before Max opens her eyes. “Guys, I’m…I’m not getting anything,” she admits. “Maybe my connection isn’t strong enough anymore, or…” She trails off without finishing her sentence.

“Or what?” Joyce asks, fear rising in her voice.

Max sighs, blinking a few times. “Or maybe…the wrong person is talking.”

You feel everyone staring in your direction. “No, I-I’m just here to play the music,” you croak, holding up the Walkman lamely. “I can’t…”

“You have to, honey. I know you won’t mean it, but you have to say it like you do,” Steve says softly, reaching out and taking your hand. “This is bigger than us. I can take a few measly insults if it means saving the world.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. Every part of you wants to shout no, wants to refuse to do what he’s asking. But Eddie didn’t run away, and neither will you.

“Okay,” you reluctantly agree, standing up slowly. A sour taste rests on your tongue, and your stomach is in knots just thinking about saying such awful things. “Okay, I’ll do it.” Taking a deep breath, you yell as loudly as you can.

“Steve Harrington, you’re a horrible friend! I can’t believe I fell for your bullshit,” you sputter. “You’re selfish, and you never loved me. How could you possibly love anyone, when you’re too infatuated with yourself? I know that the only reason you even want to be with me is because Nancy turned down your stupid ‘six little nuggets’ dream, and you jumped at the opportunity to be with me once you found out I was pregnant.” There’s one more part that’s so mean, you don’t even want to think it. But Max hasn’t signaled Vecna’s presence, so you blurt it out before you lose your nerve.

“I bet you wanted Eddie to die, just so you could take what was his!”

Tap

Max’s pointer finger hits the floor thrice, and just as she does, Steve’s eyelids start to flutter. You hear Lucas whisper into the walkie, informing Team Upside Down that the monster has been lured to his lair. Team Hawkins watches Steve in stunned silence, waiting for something to happen.

Suddenly, Steve starts to levitate, and Erica presses the Walkman’s play button. The music is loud, and you can hear the opening lyrics clearly. But Steve keeps floating higher.

“Why isn’t it working?” you cry out, grabbing Joyce’s hand. “It’s the right song! And I know it’s playing! So why isn’t it working?”

The opportunity to respond is cut short by a sickening crack. Steve’s left arm snaps clean in half, the right one shaking back-and-forth.

“STEVE!” you scream, and your throat feels raw as soon as the words leave your mouth. “Steve, fight! Please, Steve, we need you!” Your cries are punctuated by the sound of his leg breaking.

“Do you have any other music?” Erica asks, already digging through your bag. She pulls out another cassette. “What’s this?”

“Little Bean’s heartbeat,” you murmur. “Steve recorded it during the first ultrasound he went to. I…I forgot it was in there.” You take it from her and tug on the Walkman cord until the music player falls from Steve’s belt loop. You pop out Black Dog and quickly start playing the new tape. After the longest five seconds of your life, you see Steve start to slowly drop down, though he stays suspended in mid-air as he battles the vine-covered beast,

“Guys,” Dustin’s voice once again fills the room. “Eddie’s here.”

It takes a moment for his comment to register. You take the walkie to speak to him. “No,” you say, surprised by the firmness in your tone, “it’s not him. Not really. He’s just Vecna’s puppet. You can’t trust him, okay? Just stay focused!”

“Shut up, slut!” Eddie hisses into Dustin’s walkie. “Haven’t you done enough?”

You wince at his words; even though you know it’s not him, they still sting. A memory flits through your mind: when you and Steve had that joint Vecna vision, Eddie was able to temporarily snap out of the trance. Maybe you could do it again; you don’t have any other options at this point.

“Eddie, listen!” you tell him, holding the walkie as close to Steve’s headphones. “That’s your baby’s heartbeat!” You let it play for another five seconds before taking your hand off of the mic button.

There’s total quiet, and for a moment, you wonder if your plan failed. But then you hear his voice, surprised and soft. “My…my baby?”

“Yes!” Mike says now, “Y/N is pregnant; she’s due next month. Keep listening. Stay with us, okay?”

“I can’t…fight him off for long, H-Hurts…” The pain in Eddie’s voice is evident, and you want nothing more than to wrap him in a reassuring hug.

“I know, man, I know. But you gotta do this for her. And for your baby, okay?” Dustin pleads.

You force yourself to be strong, no matter how petrified you are. The building tension is a knife in your gut. “Please, Eddie. We need you.”

“Y/N?” It’s like he’s hearing you for the first time, like he’s just Eddie, rather than the grotesque manipulation. “Is that really you?

“Yes, it’s me! I love you, Eddie. I’ll always love you, no matter what happens.” You push past the tears, keeping an eye on Steve’s body. His right fist is clenched, and his left arm and leg remain broken, but nothing else has happened. “Just…please, help us fight him. Then you’ll finally be free.”

Dustin must be keeping the walkie on, because you hear everything that happens next. El screams at the top of her lungs, and you can hear Vecna choking. “She’s losing strength!” Mike yells. “She can’t keep this up for long.”

“Eddie, what are you–” Dustin starts, but he’s interrupted by a battle cry. All you want is to know exactly what’s going on, but Dustin won’t be able to hear you unless he turns off his mic. There’s a loud howl, followed by a thud. Gunshots permeate the atmosphere, and you hear Nancy shout out, “Now, Robin!” The molotov cocktails explode, and for a moment, you think the walkie talkie might combust from the volume. Steve’s body clatters to the ground, and Joyce scrambles to help him sit up.

There’s a yelp of pain on the other end of the walkie, and you immediately recognize that it’s coming from Eddie. “Eddie, you did it!” You hear Dustin saying. “You–you stabbed Vecna. You saved us.”

“H-Henderson,” Eddie’s mumbling, “‘m so tired…”

“I know,” the boy says, and the emotion in his voice transcends dimensions. “You can rest now, okay? Y/N is safe. Your baby is safe. You’re a hero.”

“T-Tell her I’m p-proud…”

And then he’s gone. Again.

“Eddie?” you sob, barely registering Erica rubbing your back. “Eddie, where are you?”

“Team Hawkins, do you copy?”

“Yes, Dustin, we copy!” you yell. “Where did Eddie go?”

There’s a pause. “He was too enmeshed with Vecna,” he says slowly. “And when Vecna died…I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You’ve lost him. For the second time in eight months, you lost Eddie Munson. When you heard him this time, a part of you thought that maybe he’d be fully free once the monster had been defeated. That his mind, body, and soul would belong to him again. That he’d be able to meet his baby.

Dustin clears his throat, snapping you from your thoughts. “We’re gonna climb back through the tree,” he tells you. “But, Y/N…he’s at peace now. Really, truly at peace.”

Your legs give out beneath you as you crumble, your chest violently heaving as you scream-sob on the floor of the arachnid exhibit.

Steve presses a kiss to your scalp. “We’ll get through this,” he says, and only when you look at him are you reminded of his broken limbs.

“Steve, we have to get you to a hospital,” you blurt out, just as a pressure builds against your pelvis. A rush of liquid runs down your leg, tinged light pink with blood. “What–”

“We need to get you both to the hospital,” Joyce leaps into action, taking Steve’s keys and rushing you both towards the cars.

“But I’m not due for another month,” you protest. “This can’t be–” A cramp, or, you now realize, a contraction, rolls through you. “Little Bean…” “Will be just fine,” Steve reassures you. “C’mon, let’s go have this baby.”

#ghostin #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington stranger things #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington fanfic #fanfic

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palesweetscherryblossom · 7 months

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Platonic Yandere Overhaul

This is simply an idea and something I came up with after rewatching S4.

Warning: Mentions of murder and child abandonment and neglect.

Let’s start off with your parents in this AU, who were rather poor. They basically were poorer than the LOV in season 5 and it certainly didn’t help that they had another mouth to feed. So, they reluctantly went to the Yakuza. Aka: Overhaul’s gang and all that jazz.

Considering how it’s canon that the Shie Hissasaki didn’t fuck with drugs, prostitution or gambling, I’m guessing they did money extortion or were loan sharks.

Your parents gave them their plight and pops was like: “Sure, just remember to pay us back or we’ll give you a first class ticket to see Nana Shimura.”(Get it? Cause she’s dead-) Your parents lived a relatively normal life and were pretty happy with themselves, until they realized: “Oh shit, we don’t have that kind of money to pay those guys back.” Needless to say, y’all fucking fled. (I would too, Overhaul fucking scares me-)

Y’all avoided them, for a while before they were like: “Hey, don’t those people owe us money and shit?”

And Overhaul, don’t take that shit. He’s finding yo ass, he’s getting his money. After many bloody and dangerous hijinks, they finally found your parents in a dirty house on the outskirts of the city.

Kai was rather disgusted and honestly “impressed” that people could actually live like this and be okay with it. (MF wanted to bathe in bleach afterwards.) They busted in, only to find that your parents had fled and left you behind.

You were a little baby and just laying there, crying and desperate for human attention.

Kai was more pissed that they fled but was like: Ew, I’m not taking that thing home. Fuck that noise.

He ended taking you home and had to keep you from trying to latch onto his fingers. He tolerates a lot of bullshit but this is too far.

Kai wanted to get rid of you or see if you had a quirk that he could maybe help his cause. Pops shut that shit down real quick, MF admonished Kai for that nonsense. You were just happy to be there, you got a bath and food? Fucking lit!

Pops straight up ruled out the human trafficking route and Kai playing god. Kai was pissed but he couldn’t really argue, he angrily held you while getting lectured. Pops said: “Kai, I didn’t have to take you in. I could’ve easily thrown you to the rats but no I didn’t. You really wanna subject that baby to the same kind of misery YOU went through?”

Kai couldn’t exactly argue with that, he grew up in a dirty and dangerous environment where filth and corruption was prominent. (We’re gonna ignore the orphanage shit as it’s dumb and I’m sick of AFO butting his wrinkly ballsack lookin ass into places in where it doesn’t belong.)

So, Kai reluctantly agreed and “raised” you. He was mostly hands off, he only agreed to feed you and maybe bathe. Diapers and vomit were a job he’d never take up, fuck that.

But he kinda got attached, albeit slowly. Kai didn’t really hold or touch you, more like silently observed you as you got used to your more clean environment.

He would occasionally pat your head before quickly stopping. It was until you were confirmed quirkless till the yandere syndrome started to kick in.

You were pure, you weren’t sick. Kai was honestly relieved and started to be more tending towards you.

Mostly tutoring you and showing you more affection, which was more head pats and the occasional pat on the shoulder.

You grew more accustomed to his group and knew the members really well. They were your “uncles” or “brothers” in a way.

Kai grew more and more devoted to his cause, hoping to create a more pure and sickles world for him, for you.

He’s rather controlling when it comes to things, like making sure you’re healthy, in good shape and HOLY FUCK IS HE DEVOTED TO YOUR HYGINE.

No cavities and sweaty ass smells in his compound, MF will fully inspect you and will send you back to the bathroom to bathe if he sees dirt on you.

Kai also makes sure that anything you’re allergic to is near you, he knows hives can be itchy so he carries epi pens around for you.

Also, no mentions of heroes or villains in his presence. Kai would straight up put an end to that, he hates hearing about it and will let you know.

He’s also really possessive and controlling, often keeping you away from new recruits, he doesn’t trust anyone new around his child. Being around you is sign saying: “Kai trusts this person!”

He’s also manipulative, like very manipulative. Kai just says he’s doing this cause he cares about you and doesn’t want you to get sick.

He doesn’t want you to be sick.

#platonic yandere #child reader #yandere mha #yandere overhaul x reader

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galvanizedfriend · 4 months

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S5 rewriting which season five? what are you re-writing? I have questions many questions

Hi! Thanks for your ask! 😊 Also, apologies beforehand because this is me right now:

I have a toxic trait and that's wanting to rewrite the show. 🫠 I was once talking to @definedareasofuncertainty and we started talking about what TVD would've been like if The Originals had never happened, and we started imagining what season 5 of TVD would've been like in that scenario. We unearthed an interview where Julie Plec 🤢 said that the baby plot was always going to be a part of the story anyway, they just didn't know whether they'd actually get greenlighted by the network to move forward with the spin off. So then we started thinking what TVD would've been like with the magical mystery baby in it, and the S5 rewriting was born. 😂

So it's not what dream S5 would've like for me, but rather a more realistic take on what the show could've been like. Because hear me out.

When you think about it, there are certain aspects of TVD S5 that suggest that Klaus was always meant to be a part of it, which explains why S5 is so bad tbh. Everything feels so very pointless. It's the most forgettable season of TVD, and that's saying a lot, considering how bad some of the other seasons were, because the entire thing is just fillers. If you consider the idea that the Travelers abhored vampires, thought they were abominations and wanted to free the earth from them, then it would make sense for them to want to get rid of the Originals instead of just going for a bunch of teenagers who are at the very base of the supernatural food chain. And if you add in someone pregnant with a mystical anti-Christ, then it makes even more sense that the Travelers would want to obliterate Mystic Falls and everyone in it to make sure the baby wouldn't be born. The whole 'we know what's coming, this child will be the end of magic as we know it' makes much more sense with Travelers than regular witches because how would they know that? The whole concept of Travelers just make more sense to me if we put them up against the Originals. Even the Augustine society plot makes more sense with Originals thrown in. I'm sure Wes knew exactly who Klaus was and would be dying to get an introduction, not to mention the idea that they would've probably had close relations to Mikael when trying to create the ripper virus.

And it also kinda justifies the choice of Hayley as the mother figure, something that never made any sense to me. It's because she was completely expendable. She was barely an extra on the show, so it would be very easy to get rid of her. And in my head, she would definitely be dead by the end of the season. Where the witches caused her death in TO, it would've been the Travelers, except in TVD she wouldn probably not come back as a hybrid, she would've just stayed dead. She wasn't that important to the plot throughout S1 of TO, just carrying the baby around, which to me means that she was never meant to be a central point, but suddenly she had way more screen time than they'd anticipated she would get (also because Claire Holt decided to leave the show), so then they had to figure out how to write her as a lead.

Anyway, the source of all of this are the voices in my head, so take it with a grain of salt. 😂 I just think there are CLUES about the fact they did mean to write those two storylines as one at some point.

And that leads me to the fact that everything pointed towards Klaus and Caroline being together in S5. That part wasn't even subtle, S4 was a huge build up to them becoming a thing. And I think it would start with them kissing in that last scene of S4, Klaus showing up to save the day and Caroline's ass and gifting her with allowing Tyler to come back to town (I'm sure that would've been a greater discussion between them if he had stayed on the show for the final episodes prior to that, plus it would be more meaningful if Klaus was actually in town 😂 What was he going to do to stop Tyler anyway?).

So in my rewrite they'd start the season by showing the two of them had spent a hot secret summer together. Then school starts and Caroline sort of expects things to go back to normal because it's conveniente to her and how she excused herself in her guilty head, by rationalizing it all as a summer fling. She's leaving for college, where she will be rooming with her two best friends, and Tyler is expected to join them at some point even though she hasn't had any responses from him all summer, and in her mind, Klaus doesn't fit into that. There's no way to reconcile a romance with the big baddie and still lead the normal-ish life she expects to have. Klaus is obviously pissed off because he knows Caroline is in denial, and there's also the fact he's way too proud to be someone's dirty secret. Meanwhile Caroline is miserable and faced with the harsh truth she'd been denying all summer which is that she likes Klaus a lot more than she expected to but she's terrified of what everyone would think of her (and I personally think the next step in Caroline's TVD development would really be to let go of how much she tried to please everyone all the time just so they would like her. She had been on this journey since S1, of 'trying to become a better person' by shaping herself to meet other people's expectations, and it was about time she realized that she shouldn't have to change who she is in order to be liked or accepted, she shouldn't have to beg to be anyone's priority, which then leads back to Klaus and the fact he always admired her big personality, flaws and all, and the fact she gets to be 100% herself around him is a huge part of why she feels so much more at ease with him than she did with Tyler, for instance, but I digress).

While they are caught in this crossfire of sorts, him sulking in MF and her pretending not to sulk in Whitmore and having to deal with the mysterious new roommate's death and all, Elijah shows up with someone he just rescued from the hands of an angry witch mob in New Orleans: pregnant Hayley. And that's where the two plots would come together.

Obviously the whole baby thing would've been a much smaller plot within the whole of S5 than it ever was in TO, for obvious reasons. But it would be a point of contention between Klaus and Caroline and it would tie in the several different running storylines of the season at the end. I'm thinking Caroline would probably be the one trying to save Hayley and the baby from the siege of Mystic Falls at the end. And obviously, by the time we get there, with Tyler having come back and tried to kill Hayley, and revealed the secret to the whole town, etc, etc, Caroline will have come to terms with how she feels for Klaus and the two of them will be unapologetically together.

In a broader sense I also think this would offer a good chance to explore Elijah's character and his relationship with Katherine and everything she meant to him. The fact he wasn't there when she dies (and Klaus was) was just baffling to me. We see him him giving up on her in a 1 minute scene and that's it. Bringing him back to MF under these circumstances would create a much broader opportunity to explore what is his character's eternal conflict of family duty x self satisfaction, where he would realize that in order to keep the whole home situation in control, and mantain Hayley hidden and as secret, he'd have to stay away from Katherine, and then eventually she would die, and he would realize he'd once again missed a chance of being happy for the sake of his family while Klaus gives fuck all to fatherhood and all that.

I ALSO think it would've been so much fun if Caroline would invite Klaus instead of Katherine to help cure Stefan's PTSD. Klaus would have the time of his life tbh. And this is 100% my wishful thinking, but Klefan is real in my heart and it was about time the show incorporated that into its canon (although I very much doubt they'd ever do it, the cowards).

I'm so sorry for how long and rambly this is. 🥲

#yokan answers #the-road-betwixt #so sorry for how long and rambly this got #and also for the baby plot mentions #tvd s5 #if i tell you i have 18 episodes of this fucking imaginary season all planned out istg #DESCANSA MILITANTE

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legends-of-apex · 1 year

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Gashes To Gashes | Robbie Reyes x Reader

Rating: T (for non-sexual intimacy, undressing, mentions of injury, tooth rotting fluff, mild spoilers for AoS S4)

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: Robbie comes home one night and finds you already asleep on the couch. He decides he can’t sleep without you and takes matters into his own hands. Reader is gender neutral, no use of y/n

A/N: I miss him so much okay 🤧 I know there’s not a big audience for him or anything but someone’s gotta feed the few that are here! Enjoy <3

When he found you sleeping on the couch, the clothes you were wearing that morning still draped over your form and crumpled, he knew you’d had a bad day. Usually you’d be changed into pyjamas or one of his shirts by now. Although it was well past midnight, you were usually still very much awake when he came through the front door. But here you were, fast asleep on the couch in your daytime clothes. It was an adorable sight.

Two empty plates cluttered the coffee table in front of you. He knew there would be a cellophane-covered plate for him sitting on the kitchen table too if he cared to look. But he couldn’t have cared less about food right now.

Robbie hadn’t been home yet that day. Instead he heeded the Rider’s demands and went out on the hunt from the moment he finished work. He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the hook by the door next to yours and Gabe’s. As the jacket slipped from his tired shoulders, the stress of the day did too.

Now, finally, he was home.

In the darkness, he relied on the deeply embedded memory of the house's layout to stop himself from bumping into anything. So many night sneaking out from beneath his uncle’s nose as a teen had prepared him for this. He knew each floorboard that creaked, each piece of furniture he might stub his toe on. All of this too avoid rousing you or his little brother from slumber.

He risked waking Gabe just to make sure he was alright. He twisted the bedroom door handle and let it open just a crack, there he saw his baby brother content and sleeping soundly. Golden street light streamed through the blinds and illuminated his soft face and the floppy hair that rustled in the breeze of his sleeping breath. His wheelchair sat at the bedside, piled high with school books he must’ve cleared from his bed in a rush of sudden drowsiness. Content, he closed the door behind him with a soft click and then turned his attention back to you.

He was glad you hadn’t waited up. He didn’t want you losing sleep over him. But the position and clothes you were in had to be uncomfortable. You’d definitely wake up cold and with a sore neck if he just left you there draped over the couch cushions. That’s what he told himself to justify gathering you into his arms and carrying you through to bed. In reality, he just couldn’t sleep without you - without knowing you were there beside him and safe.

Your very presence was a comfort and an anchor to him and he knew he’d miss you too much to sleep, even if you were just in the next room. He would never forget just how cold the sheets felt after the first night you’d spent there in his bed all wrapped up in his arms. It wasn’t just the company of another that he adored but also the way you snuggled into him like a stray cat to a rug beneath a roaring fire. Your soft touches were fresh air to him. The next night he spent alone, his bed suddenly felt too big, too empty and so painfully cold. Since then, he’s never been able to sleep well without you and despised the thought of even having to try.

“Robbie?” You croaked, feeling that distinct, unmistakable warmth radiating from him and seeping into your skin. “You okay?”

You stirred just as he pushed the bedroom door open - awakened by the hinge’s unoiled creak. After bringing a curled fist to rub your eyes, it was impossible to distinguish his features in the darkness but you knew him by his demeanour and touch alone. No one else you’d ever met smelled so distinctly like ash and motor oil or moved like he carried the weight of a thousand struggles on his back. No one else felt like home the way that Robbie did to you.

“Yeah, baby, I’m alright… better now I’m with you. Are you alright?” He answered softly with a press of his lips to your forehead followed by the gentle scrape of the hair on his upper lip. When you made a sound of disgruntlement at his question, he faltered, “Long day?”

“Longest I’ve had in a while. Can’t believe I fell asleep before you got home.” Usually your worry kept you up more than anything else. No matter how many times he came home in one piece you always worried.

“Lemme kiss it better then we’ll get you back to sleep, huh?” He set you down on the mattress and you yawned as soon as your back knew the plush mattress below.

You hummed. “I should probably get out of these clothes first.”

“I can help with that.”

He started with your shirt. Each undone plastic button exposed a fresh inch of your skin to the cool night air as he went. He let his eyes close as his warm lips pressed against your bare shoulder, the base of your neck, then the centre of your chest. His lips were void of all except appreciation and care. You laughed quietly as he undressed you so gently. Usually Robbie shimmying off your trousers meant an entirely different ordeal to this. But tonight he was just trying to get you comfortable enough to be able to rest with him.

He barely bothered kicking off his own trousers before getting into bed, much more concerned with wrapping his hoodie around your shoulders when he felt your slight shiver. He lay down beside you and in the dark you reached for him immediately, to feel his warm skin on yours. His arm wound around your waist then curled up your back to press you close to him. You found his cheek and he leaned into that precious, treasured touch. Being home with your hands on him after a night letting the Rider take over was the best medicine he could ever ask for. He thought it was more than he deserved.

“Mmhmm. I missed you.” You threw your arms around his shoulders and hugged his head close to your chest.

“I missed you too.” He replied, enjoying your embrace for a moment. You tried to enjoy it too but as you swiped your thumb over his cheek you felt the unmistakable raised and bumpy ridge of a gash entrenched into his skin.

“What’s this?” You questioned.

“It’s nothing, baby. Let’s just get you back to sleep.” His hand covered yours, turning your palm to press a single chaste kiss to it.

He needed so desperately to calm your worries but he should’ve known that wouldn’t work. Tiredness radiated off him in droves; It thickened his voice and weighed down his limbs. He just wanted to let the mattress swallow him whole, to rest here with you forever, but you had to know he was alright.

“Robbie…” your voice held a tinge of warning.

He sighed, knowing you wouldn’t let it slide and he couldn’t blame you for that. If you came home with so much as a scratch on you he’d want names and addresses - and that was even before he was possessed by a spirit of vengeance. His stomach knotted at the memory of Quake only a few hours ago. How she’d all but begged him to kill her but the Rider didn’t seem to think she deserved to pay her penance just yet. “Some powered chick was snooping around Canello’s looking for the charger. We had a uh…disagreement, and she punched me in the face.”

You broke out of his grasp and flicked the bedside lamp on to get a better look. Harsh light flooded the room and you both winced at the sudden brightness but the irritation at the bright light was soon replaced with worry. “She did that? With one punch?” You asked, examining his battered cheek.

It was just a small gash with some bruising surrounding it. Nothing to worry about, really. But the fact that it had yet to heal was strange and more than a little concerning. Robbie bleeds just like anybody else but the blood he came home covered in wasn’t ever usually his own thanks to how quickly the demon heals him. That woman must’ve packed one hell of a punch. It was nothing like you’d ever seen him recovering from before. You had yet to see a scratch on him that wouldn’t fade within an hour until now.

“Yeah, she was strong. But vida, you should go back to sleep. It’s late. You don’t ever gotta worry about me.” He's whispering so as not to startle you any more, thumb running over your chin as he looks up at you with his deep, endless brown eyes that almost pleaded with you to believe him.

"I always worry about you,” you replied honestly. Because of course you did, how couldn’t you? He might have been invulnerable by any reasonable standard but you dreaded the day he encountered something that the Rider couldn’t heal. “Are you sure you don’t need anything?"

Robbie swallowed thickly and shook his head before telling you something that almost made your eyes water.

"Nah. Just you."

All he wanted was you here in his arms and in his bed. With the softness and desperation in his eyes, you believed him. You flicked off the bedside lamp and settled back down in his arms. He thumbed your hip and tugged you closer with a touch so soft for such well-worked hands. You all but melted into him, into his chest, into the faint smell of burn and blood, and the comfort that he brought.

You let your hand rest on his chest as you often did. It was a sweet habit of yours, one which Robbie loved. But tonight things were a little different. You slid your hand down the soft burgundy cotton of his shirt before letting your fingers dive beneath the hem and graze just above his belly button. Your palm splayed out, rising with each slow breath he took. He wasn’t sure what comfort you derived from touching him like that but the touch grounded him, brought him back to Earth again from wherever he was floating that night, untethered. He needed your skin on his as tree roots needed soil and sunlight. That touch made him feel human again, like maybe the weight he carried wasn’t so heavy after all.

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