#oh i guess i forgot to sleep while drawing this

[ignitingthesky]

Valentine's Day Bonus

Long text post + accompanying art.

Alternative ending to the umbrella comic.

The sky darkens with rain but the streets are bright. Today, shop fronts like the one behind you are the same everywhere — pink or red, in hearts or lungs, and light that glows warm through the glitter.

Even though you bought the sunflower umbrella just this morning, drawn to it by a feeling beyond explanation... You think about the heart patterned umbrella you found just now, waiting for you in the empty trash can. You look around you and experience something like déjà vu. What is it? What's with the hearts? What's different about today?

Kim is looking out into the rain from where you both stand beneath the shelter. No, he's looking at you now. Did you say something?

-> "You didn't happen to bring an umbrella, did you?"

"I don't know, did I?"

You see something like a twitch in the corner of his mouth. He didn't. He doesn't. He's walked in the rain with you so many times, in that thin, stylish jacket of his. He doesn't bring umbrellas, not in any weather. If he does, you wouldn't be bringing any.

"Give me a sec..."

"...Take your time."

You consider your choices.

-> Offer to share the umbrella covered in hearts.

"...No," you hear after a pause. Though you can hear the hesitation in his voice, it is a no that brokers no compromise.

That familiar, sinking feeling is back again. Something about today... What's today? Why today?

Encyclopedia [Trivial: Success] Valentine's Day is a holiday celebrated on the 14th of February each year. A Dolorian celebration of martyrdom in origin, the festival has long since evolved in the secular world into a celebration of love, romance and passion. Though many celebrate Valentine's Day platonically, your offer to share a heart patterned umbrella could be read by Kim and the public gaze as undisguisably romantic.

You pull the umbrella back to yourself and sink a little to the ground.

Authority [Medium: Success] He is still in uniform. Look at how he stands: spine straightened, feet apart, hands behind his back. This is Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi. These are his defenses against the world.

Esprit de Corps [Challenging: Success] To walk down the streets of Jamrock sharing a heart patterned umbrella with you on Valentine's day would make him vulnerable. The world is safer for the Lieutenant than it would ever be for Kim, or for Kim and Harry. You're asking much more of him than you realise.

Empathy [Easy: Failure] Why would he walk with you? Why would he ever follow you into the rain? You should've given him another umbrella. He hates you now. Valentine's Day was never for you. It's never been for someone like you. It's a consumeristic holiday for the middle class.

[Damaged Morale -1]

True love isn't possible after all.

"Detective. Detective— Harry, can you hear me?"

Your heart patterned heartbreak umbrella, cold metal resting against your neck, pink nylon covering your face, is lifted from where it slumps. Kim is pulling at it. You keep it lifted to look at Kim.

"...Come on. I know you have other umbrellas," he says. You can't make out the tone of his voice but he seems almost frustrated.

Empathy [Medium: Success] No, he's embarrassed. He's embarrassed to admit that he'd known about your other umbrellas from the start. Don't point this out.

Suggestion [Medium: Success] Trust me on this one — choose the smallest umbrella.

-> "I have Froggy."

You close the heartbreak umbrella and retrieve the frog umbrella, opening it up to barely cover one of you. It's in the brightest, cheapest plastic green.

"One frog, two frogs... are they all 'Froggy'? No, don't answer that— Froggy's fine. Let's move." Out into the rain, under the tiniest, worst umbrella for sharing, he doesn't say.

You turn your gaze to the shifting colours of light on his orange jacket.

"Kim... do you still like green?"

Congratulations if you've reached the end! I've never written anything nice about Valentine's Day but this can be a little break from cynicism, okay? Happy Valentine's to you 🫰💕

#disco elysium #harrykim #harry dubois #kim kitsuragi #de fanart #harrier du bois #disco elysium fanart #oh i guess i forgot to sleep while drawing this #ignitedart

[gimmeurtmi]

kinktober day five — hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader

tags: friends to lovers (kinda), kinktober series, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, nude drawings, fingering, masturbation, use of “pretty”, lmk if i forgot anything!

inspo: uni student hyunjin but make it art

kink: exhibitionism

{ wc: 2522 }

It was a strange thing to be offered, but it was also flattering to be seen as a suitable candidate. The art department had reached out to a number of students to act as models for their sketch class—and you were one of them. It probably helped that your best friend, Hyunjin, was taking that class and you were sure he was the one to mention your name first.

He had asked you a few times to model for him and the only time you said yes was when you found a thrilling show to watch while you modelled; it was easier to stay still with your mind so occupied.

So you said yes.

And only then did the teacher tell you there was a catch.

“Nude?” You all but screamed.

“I know you and Mr. Hwang are close so I can pair you two together—but if you’re more comfortable modelling for a female student that’s fine too. Either way, you won’t be able to participate until you sign the forms.”

You looked at the consent forms in your hand, mulling it over for a few moments still. Modelling for a girl would be more comfortable, but you didn’t know anyone that took Art and being naked in front of a stranger was far more nerve wracking to you.

You called Hyunjin right away. He assured you he’d make sure you’re comfortable and that you didn’t have to agree at all and that he would buy you lunch for a week. He needed a good score on this assignment and he, too, didn’t feel all that comfortable sketching a stranger under those circumstances.

So you signed the forms.

*

You decided to use your room for the assignment, for privacy reasons and to help you feel more at ease. Nothing could be too scary with your supportive plushies in the same room as you.

Hyunjin walked in with his iced Americano (a second one for you, too) and started setting up his station.

He put all his pens and pencils in order, three huge erasers, two sharpeners, and his giant sketchbook. It was so big you guessed the sketch would end up being life sized.

As he set everything up, you fiddled nervously with the string of your robe. It was just your bathrobe, nothing too special, but the whole situation made your heart race and there was sweat gathering on your forehead.

You weren’t so sure if you could do this after all.

“Hyune,” you start, “does it have to be completely nude?”

He looked up at you from where he was straightening his pencils, eyes boring into you. You swallowed.

“Those are the requirements,” he caught his bottom lip between his teeth before he adds, “do you wanna put on some underwear as a warm-up?”

“Do you need sketches of me in my underwear?” You purse your lips.

“Not really,” he says, bashfully, “but if it’ll be an easier start for you?”

You inhale deeply. Untie your bathrobe. Exhale.

You let the fabric fall off your shoulders, pooling at your feet, before you settle on your bed.

Hyunjin nods at you with a small smile, encouraging.

“You got this,” he tries, putting a fist up in the air in solidarity.

“Can I put on a podcast so I don’t get bored?” You say, conscious to not move your legs too far apart.

“Sure, it’ll probably take me a while,” he chuckles, “I need to do like five.”

“Oh, dear god,” you roll your eyes and Hyunjin laughs at you. The nerves you were feeling have all disappeared already—it actually isn’t too weird being naked in front of him.

He’s your closest friend, has seen you being sick after drinking too much, has seen all your embarrassing childhood photos, has seen you with bed head and delirious from no sleep. He’s seen it all—so it shouldn’t be too weird for him to see your tits, too.

Hyunjin directs your poses, the first one casual as you lay on your back. He’s only sketching your upper body, he says, from the neck to your bellybutton, so he lets you cover up your bottom half with a blanket so you aren’t too cold. The first pose is fun since you don’t have to do anything too strenuous.

Once he flips the page on his sketchbook to a new one he changes your pose. This time your profile is facing him, the leg closer to him bent to hide most of your body. You don’t get the privilege of warmth this time, and your butt starts hurting after ten minutes in this position. But you focus on the podcast that’s still playing in the background instead, trying to be a good model for Hyunjin.

For the third pose he gets up and moves the table to the very edge of your bed. You look at him questioningly as he does so, before you let out a small, “why?”

“It’s just that, well, I need a close up,” he whispered the last part, eyes focused on rearranging his pencils neatly.

“Of….?” You think you know the answer.

“Of you,” he says, pointedly, and so you understand.

You can’t help but think he was going too easy on you until now, that this was the real assignment and he didn’t want to scare you away. And perhaps it worked, because the thought of Hyunjin staring at your pussy with that amount of concentration doesn’t scare you as much as it would’ve twenty minutes ago.

It actually… excites you. You feel a tingle all around your stomach, and your heartbeat feels louder all of a sudden.

It was one thing to just be naked in front of Hyunjin, but having him look right at you, with his face frowned in concentration made your core flutter.

You nod timidly at Hyunjin’s questioning look before he smiles. He sits back down on his chair, grabbing his pencil, and getting to the task at hand.

You feel yourself getting wet at the amount of attention he’s giving your body—even if it’s just with his eyes—and you hope he doesn’t notice it. But you do, and with your legs spread the way he asked them to be, you can even smell your own arousal. You hope he isn’t close enough to notice it as well, but you have a feeling that hope is futile. He can definitely tell.

“I read a lot about this once we were given the assignment,” he starts, focusing solely on his sketchbook as he talks, “and sometimes models feel.. you know. So don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m…” you wanted to defend yourself, because you weren’t even that embarrassed. Just surprisingly turned on. “Okay.”

“It would be more embarrassing for you if you were a guy, guys can’t hide it,” he says, as if to make you feel better.

“I don’t think I can hide anything from you right now,” you scoff at him. Hyunjin giggles in response.

He lets another five minutes or so go by before he takes a look at his drawing. You can’t be too sure because you’ve never seen yourself so close before but it looks like a good sketch. A really good one. You’re flattered at the attention to detail and it doesn’t make you feel shy anymore. You’re almost proud.

“When I was reading,” he coughs, “there was someone who said it’s nicer to sketch those body parts after.. a.. well,”

“You’ve just stared at my vagina for twenty minutes straight, Hyune, surely you can get some words out.”

He looks up at you, eyes round and glossy. His plush bottom lip is slightly red from where he’s been sucking on it as he draws.

“Female genitalia is a beautiful subject to draw after the model has experienced sexual gratification.”

You burst out laughing. “Who talks like that?”

“That’s a direct quote from the article!” He defends.

“So you want me to sexually gratify myself?”

He blushes deeply at that, shaking his hands quickly. “Not if that’s weird! Just if you wanted to. I have enough to probably pass I was just curious if she was right about it and—“

The words die on his tongue when you bring your hand between your legs. Your actions are fuelled by a strange bravery you aren’t familiar with, and the insane amount of arousel that’s coursing through you.

He quickly gets up, turning his eyes away from you.

“Wait, I can leave and you can call me back in when you’re d—“

“—don’t,” you say, running your fingers up and down your wetness, “maybe you can draw the process, too?”

His eyes go wide, so wide he almost looks like a cartoon, before he’s fumbling around to find the chair again. He sits down, quickly grabbing his pencils but they all fall onto the floor in his clumsy urge to get drawing right away.

He recovers them quickly, setting them aside but not at all bothering to arrange them in his neat order like before.

“Yeah, good idea,” he finally says, trying his best to look and draw and breathe at the same time.

He doesn’t have time to draw you teasing yourself before you slip two of your fingers inside you.

The sight is so pretty, so beautiful, and Hyunjin freezes for a moment. He blinks once then twice before he quickly starts putting pencil to paper and sketching out the sight before him.

He knows he won’t be able to do any of it justice but he has to try.

“Can you, move a little less?” He asks after a moment or two.

“I won’t reach sexual gratification if I don’t move,” you explain with a chuckle. If you’re honest, having Hyunjin watching you touch yourself might be enough to get you to cum without much movement at all—but you aren’t sure he should know about all that.

“Yeah, but it’s fucking beautiful and I want to get the details right,” he says.

You exhale lightly at that, trying not to react too much to what he just said. You aren’t sure if he can see you clench around your own fingers or not, but you nod in agreement.

“Pull them out a little bit, just so I can see better,” he directs, so simply, as if he isn’t talking about your fingers deep inside your cunt.

You follow his directions dutifully, as you’ve done all afternoon.

It’s just half of your fingers now, which isn’t much, but you can still feel the stretch. Still, with no friction available to you it makes you needy. So needy.

You want to move your fingers more, you want Hyunjin to watch you do more.

“Hyune,” you say, softly.

“Yeah?” He asks, still concentrating on his task.

“Wanna move now,”

“Just a few final details, okay?” He adds in a whisper, “you’re so beautiful,”

“Hyunjin, please,” you let out, because his compliment isn’t helping your patience at all.

“Would it help if you moved for a bit and then went back to the same pose?” He offers, eyes swimming in sympathy.

“It would, yes,” you nod quickly.

“Go on, then, just for a bit,” he smiles, supportive, before his gaze goes back to his sketch. He takes an eraser, fixing up a few details in an attempt to give you some privacy. But you don’t want that at all.

“Hyunie,” you whine out, and his head snaps up in a second. “It’s no fun if you look away.”

“I, I’m trying not to,” his eyes jump between your face and your exposed pussy, then back to the page. “You should have some privacy.”

“Don’t want it,” you say quickly, fingers moving slowly in and out as he gives you a bit more attention, “want you to see this.”

“I wanna see it too,” he says quietly, “it’s so beautiful.”

“Then look at me,” your fingers move quicker now, your palm resting against your clit and applying just the right amount of pressure, “watch me fuck myself.”

“Fuck,” Hyunjin all but moans, head falling backwards before he quickly zeros in on your cunt.

You let your eyes scan down to his crotch, see the bulge he’s so clearly been trying to hide.

“Come here,” you ask him, patting the space next to you, “want you to really see me.”

Hyunjin almost flips the table over and runs to you, but instead he just trips over one of the legs, letting all the pencils fall again, before he’s climbing onto the bed.

He settles right in front of you, his knee touching your ankle, and lets himself fully gape at the sight in front of him.

“I looked through a lot of portraits you know,” he starts softly, his voice lower than usual, “and I think your pussy is the prettiest one.”

“Maybe it has something to do with the artist,” you smirk at him, mostly to try and hide how much you like him complimenting you.

“Not my sketch,” he’s quick to correct you, “the one here.”

As he says it, he brings his big hand on top of yours, pushing against your hand until your fingers go as deep as they can.

You moan loudly at that, jaw hanging open.

“That’s what you wanted, deep,” he confirmed to himself, looking at your knuckles disappearing into you. “Looks so nice like this, too.”

He grabs your wrist, lifting and pushing your hand in an impossible pace. Your fingers are sore from it after only a few seconds, but Hyunjin’s beautiful face is looking right at you and so you don’t do anything but moan.

“So pretty like this, too,” he says, slightly strained.

You grip his bicep, needing something to ground you as the pleasure starts building and building. It’s much more solid than he lets on, his arms big and strong and his grip on your hand tightening as your whines grow higher and higher until— “I’m gonna…”

“Want me to see it? Should I watch as you cum all over your fingers, pretty?”

And that’s all it takes for it to hit you at full force, your eyes shutting tightly as the pleasure takes over.

Hyunjin giggles at you, small dimples appearing by his cheeks as he averts his gaze away from you. He’s so beautiful even with his head turned away, looking for something.

He quickly finds it and grabs the tissues by your bed to hand you one. You quickly clean off your fingers as you giggle.

“Should you get back to drawing now?” You ask, breathless.

“Yes,” he nods, getting up with a very obvious tent in his pants. He adjusts himself as discreetly as he can, but a sense of pride takes over you knowing you’ve made him hard in the first place.

He gathers the pencils off the floor.

“Next I think I wanna draw your face when you cum, it’s really fucking gorgeous,” he says offhanded as he sketched out the outline of your cunt.

“I’ll have to cum again, no?” You mumble.

“That can be arranged,” he doesn’t even look up.

Your breathe catches in your throat.

#hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x you #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin smut #skz smut #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids x reader #hwang hyunjin fic #hyunjin x y/n #hwang hyunjin x you #stray kids smut #kinktober #kpop x reader #kpop smut #kpop imagines #stray kids kinktober #kinktober23 #all.works

[bedoballoons]

Is your requests still open i just got back on and stuff and i kinda forgot your username did you change it i feel like my memory is getting worser everyday🫠aside from that if you are still doing requests can i maybe request like a reader that has animals following them around because of the calming presence they have around them that they use to comfort the characters at times maybe with a dendro or cryo vision (tighnari, wanderer,lyney,xiao,nuevelle bro what is this mans name and maybe cyno for the last) oh and they are a healer

It did change! My older username was much longer and a randomly generated one so I decided to go with something more personal! Also so happy to see you again! Sorry this took forever to write, but I hope you enjoy!

─⊰⁠��ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~Calm like a soft breeze~༺}

CW: Super sweet and fluffy!

(Includes: Lyney, Tighnari, Xiao, Wanderer, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

"Oh my" Lyney gasped as he caught sight of the fish in the ocean, the lot of them swirling at the bottom of your feet while you searched for shells against the setting sun...the crabs had even started to follow you. You just had that affect on everything, anything that could see your sweet smile...feel the calm collected words that left your lips...they'd be entranced. He himself often got himself watching you with lovestruck eyes, hoping to catch glimpses of just what made you a walking safe place.

"Mon amour, you're one of the most beautiful mysteries of this world, I hope you realize just how many times you leave me in awe..."

"L-lyney...I'm just collecting shel-"

"I know and yet you've even caught the attention of the sea itself...incredible. Absolutely incredible."

𑁍༄Tighnari:

Tighnaris tail swayed slightly as he watched you, he couldn't help but be amazed...more animals gathering around to watch along with him as you intertwined small sticks into a crown. Your soft presence drawing him and every other living thing closer so they could see the culprit behind their newfound peace of mind. He had no clue how you managed to turn even his most stressed days into easy evenings. You truly had to be magical, and not like using a vision type of magic. A magic entirely your own, a spell you cast on anyone who met you.

"You're pretty incredible. I thought today was going terribly and then you turned it around like it had never been bad to begin with...how do you do it?"

"I just go with the flow and comfort you all the ways I can, you're the incredible one and I want to help you feel that way."

"There's no doubt you do."

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao sighed, watching as more birds gathered around you...your being radiating a calming aura that even had him feeling like he could lull off into a sweet sleep. "How do you always manage to draw the attention of the birds? You're just humming and yet it feels like you slow the world down so all can feel at peace...even me with my Karmic debt. How?"

"I'm not sure, I just humm the melody in my heart and hope that the birds and you enjoy it. As for being calming...I guess I find it easier to comfort people when I'm like this. Does this help?"

"Yes...I appreciate it. I might actually rest for awhile...if that's alright."

"Of course it is. Rest as long as you can my dear, you deserve it."

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer set his hat beside you, laying his head on your lap so he could look up at you while more animals gathered around the both of you. Normally so much attention from the wildlife would leave him annoyed...but you calmed his angry soul so easily. Reading aloud to the creatures of the forest and him while the clouds slowly swayed in the sky...you just left everything feeling safe and cozy.

"I don't know how you do it...but thanks I guess, for making me feel better. Even if you didn't really do anything but read. It helps.."

"If reading to you is what helps then consider it my pleasure."

"...you, are what helps."

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

Neuvillette opened the window slightly, allowing the many birds that had been sitting on the sill of it to get a better look at the source of the most wonderful lullaby they'd ever heard. Your voice was like the calming waves of a ocean, the perfect sound washing over him and wrapping him in a comforting warmth he'd needed so badly after his long day at work. He could listen to you for hours and never find your voice dull.

"You're a work of art my dear."

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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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[gyuvision]

goodnight ricky

wc ; 1k - pairing ; ricky shen x fem reader

summary ; before your roommate left she promised she’d find you a replacement. 3 years later she never did, until now, leaving you as confused as ever while you looked at the 6ft male sitting in your room.

contains -> fluff/slight angst

you came back late, having class at a top (and painfully competitive) med school plus the late shift at the local coffee shop. you were tired especially during exams. all you wanted was to stay in your bed and read a book, or sleep for the rest of the night. however you pleased.

so naturally being that exhausted you were absolutely not expecting the man sitting in your desk, drawing towards the conclusion that you were hallucinating and that maybe sleep sounded like a better idea than a book.

“someone told me to wait for you here”

“what?”

“you know, your roommate?”

oh. right.

your roommate was your best friend. you were inseparable, shared the same dreams, got into the same college together.

but everything changed. she got a boyfriend, and suddenly your future wasn’t as intertwined as you originally planned it to be.

they broke up and she realized she wasn’t sure what she wanted. everything about her had changed and your schedule almost never lined up because of how many times she changed it for her ex.

so, she cut ties, peacefully. she explained she no longer wanted the same thing as you and left but promised to visit soon and that she’d find someone to take her place because she knew how much you hated being on your own.

guess that explained why the man (who you later knew as shen quanrui) was waiting for you, in the same spot she always waited for you to come home.

“its been.. 2 years since she left. how could you have found me when she couldn’t even shoot a text?”

“unbeknownst you, you mean a great deal to her more than you seem to think you do. i was her partner in art school before we had graduated, and she sent me here. she knows how you are, with your life plan laid out in front of you, for you. she knows you’d still live here even after almost 3 years. she knows you’d end up getting into med school after college. you’re not that unpredictable jung y/n.”

“so i’ve been prepared all my life, and what about it? i don’t march towards things without a plan. and how could you address me by my full name when i don’t even know yours?”

“shen quanrui.”

“shim what?” “shen. quan. rui. shen quanrui. its not that hard.”

“so you’re not korean?” “obviously not. i’m chinese.”

“can you say your name one more time?”

“my god. you can just call me ricky.”

“lovelicky.” “what?” “nothing.”

“i brought back food. it was supposed to be a snack for me but i guess you can have it now that i know i’ll be accommodating for two from this point on.”

“thanks. but uh- can we just go to sleep?” ricky asked, moving from your desk to sit on your twin bed.

“what? this is a two person flat. go sleep in her old room.”

“uh- i would, assuming she left behind her bed. but you kind of boarded up her room and i’m not looking to take it down at midnight on a thursday.”

“oh. i guess you’re right. i forgot about that. i just never assumed she’d actually send someone to me so i didn’t want to look at everything she left behind.”

ricky shrugged and laid down on one side of your bed, while he let you climb into the side touching the wall. since when was he wearing pajamas?..

“isnt this weird?” you muttered.

“not really.”

“i just met you.”

“your couch looks stiff as fuck and i’m not sleeping on the floor.”

right. you had a couch.. maybe med school is taking a toll on your memory. you feel like your frontal lobe is deteriorating.

ricky watched as you reached for a book, before he quickly grabbed your hand and set it back down on the shelf above the bed.

“no. sleep. you have school then the night shift at the cafe.”

“how did you-” “you leave your schedule framed on your fridge.” “right..”

“goodnight y/n.”

“okay. goodnight ricky.”

#gyuvision #gyuvision - zb1 #zb1 x reader #zb1 smut #zerobaseone x reader #ricky x reader #ricky smut #shen quanrui x reader #zb1 fluff #zb1 ricky #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone smut #zerobaseone

[ghosttotheparty]

love me softly p3

@acitytokeepyoursecrets tags on this post she gets it god bless

@urmomification @legitcookie @deleataecount :)

Eddie doesn’t like that he’s into Steve Harrington, so he does what he does best: acts like a dick and annoys Steve into hating him even more than he already did.

But it’s doesn’t even seem to be working. Even when he stands on cafeteria tables and shouts about pompous rich kids and their shiny cars.

Steve just looks up at him, while the others sneer and throw insults and fries at him. He almost smiles a lot of the time, his expression light. Amused. He just watches, eating quietly while Eddie shouts and yells and cackles when Tommy H throws something at him and misses. (Steve covers his mouth. Eddie thinks he’s laughing too.)

When Eddie sits again, Gareth is almost glaring at him, his elbow on the table, his fingers to his forehead, like he’s watching a house fire. He tells Eddie it’s a bad idea. The others don’t know what they’re talking about but they don’t really care.

Eddie knows it’s a bad idea to taunt Steve and his friends. That he’s just painting a bright red target on his own back. But he can’t really help it.

Especially not when Steve starts responding, flipping Eddie the bird while Eddie’s up on a table, tilting his head adorably when Eddie comments that he looks like a Christian summer camp counsellor.

Tommy just comments that at least Steve can buy new clothes. Eddie just fires back that money can’t buy better taste, bitch. Steve snorts even though it’s a dig on him.

It goes on for a while. The teasing. The stares. The suppressed smiles and laughter.

But it actually starts on a Friday.

Eddie has detention. (Shocker.) The only reason he actually goes is because Mr Peterson isn’t an asshole. He’s friendly, even to Eddie.

Greets him as “Mr Munson,” looks at the pink detention slip before raising a single eyebrow at Eddie and tells him to sit with a soft shake of his head and a smile.

And Eddie turns to find Steve sitting in the back, watching him. Eddie’s grin falters and then widens, his head tilting as he raises his eyebrows, and Steve’s face turns red. He looks away. Eddie goes to sit with him, still grinning.

The room is quiet. There aren’t many others here, a few of them doodling on tables or sleeping. Peterson doesn’t care. (Another reason Eddie likes him.)

“What’d you do?” Eddie asks quietly, sitting too close to him.

Steve just looks down at his notebook. It’s closed, a pen laying on top of it. Eddie wants to flip through it.

“Nothing.”

“Steve Harrington is in detention,” Eddie says dryly. “You did something.”

“Nuh-uh.”

Eddie snorts. Steve glances at him. He’s smiling, and his cheeks are still flushed, and Eddie might die.

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Ste-e-e-eve, what’d you do?”

“Oh, we’re on a first name basis now?”

Eddie blinks. He’s only called him Harrington. Steve’s never called him anything.

“Yeah, I guess. Tell me what you did.”

“…Called Collins a jackass. In front of him.”

Eddie drops his head to the table.

“Incredible.”

“What did you do?”

“Forgot my homework.” He lifts his head. “Seven times.”

Steve snorts.

“Of course.”

They’re not allowed to talk during detention. It’s too quiet for them to even whisper with Peterson hearing, the room silent except the scratching of someone’s pencil and the occasional cough or sigh.

Eddie lowers his head to the table, ready to take a nap or zone out or something, but Steve opens the notebook. Eddie turns his head to look, his cheek pressing against the cold surface, and Steve doesn’t notice.

Eddie sits up to watch. Steve flips through the pages, and Eddie catches a glimpse of a drawing, so he reaches out and take the notebook wordlessly. Steve makes a small indignant ugh. Eddie shushes him.

Eddie flips through the pages slowly, looking at Steve’s handwriting. It’s pretty. Almost girly. Every page has random, half-understandable notes, without any kind of indicating header that might include the subject or date.

He thinks he’s getting closer to the drawing, because Steve reaches out to take the notebook again. Eddie swats his hand away, and Steve drops his head to the table with soft groan.

Eddie grins.

He finds the drawing. It’s a messy pencil sketch, scratchy snd scribbled and smudged and shitty, but easily recognisable.

His grins falters, and he blinks, his eyes tracing the lines of his own curls, the angle of his own nose, the curve of his eyelashes.

He turns to look at Steve, who’s now hiding his face in his shirt, looking away from Eddie.

Eddie lays back on the table, his chin propped on his arms as he gazes at the drawing again.

Steve lets him keep the notebook until the end of detention.

part four

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[neowinestainedress]

Hey love ur writings! Could you write a shot with Mark the way u wrote for doyoung pls? The needy doyoung and wife trying to find privacy to do it lol

w!: aged up mark (28yo) but only if you care enough to do the math, outdoor teasing, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected s*x, romantic (i guess?)

a/n: dad!nct is making me feel things ngl. anyway, thanks, and hope you’ll like this!

You and Mark have a long story. You had been dating for five years when he decided to pop the question. And now, five years of marriage and two kids later, you’re still as in love as you were when you first met.

And if love is still in the air, the same thing can be said about passion. Mark is still as clingy as he was ten years ago. He will never help you cook (for the safety of the family, he washes and dries the dishes) but he will always make sure to tease you, wrapping his hands around your waist and kissing your neck while he whispers things to your ear, at times innocent, at times things that would make you want to have him right there and then. And you’d do it if only it weren’t for the little ones running around the house. 

He even dares to tease you when you’re outside, busy taking care of the garden. “You used to be braver when we were younger,” he pouts when you slap his hand away, looking around fearing the neighbours might see. “Exactly, we were younger.” 

“Oh, so the rumours are true,” Mark chuckles, “you can’t take me anymore?” 

“Oh, please, shut up, Lee,” you say, playfully kicking him with a swing of the hips. 

“You sure you can?” He teases, kissing your neck while his hands wander on your body, this time cupping your right boob with no impediment. 

Your breath falters as you try to keep your focus on the plants, and you hum in reply. 

“The neighbours are out,” he whispers, dibbling your neck after moving your hair to the side. “We can have a bit of fun.”

You let out a low moan, head rolling back while the hold on the watering can loosens. “Mark,” you whimper when his other hand reaches down, moving on your clit through the fabric of the long dress you’re wearing. 

“Mommy! Daddy! Minjun is drawing on the wall!” Minseo’s scream immediately makes Mark pull away and you drop the can from your hands, splashing it all on your clothes. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” you sigh exhausted, looking at your husband in disbelief. 

Mark chuckles, kissing you briefly. “Get changed, I’ll take care of the modern Pollock,” he says before running inside with your oldest daughter.  

You wish this wasn’t a constant, but it is. Every time you two have some moments alone, something happens. You don’t get mad, after all, Minjun is only two years old and wants to explore the world, especially now that he learned how to walk. But you miss those old days when he would spend most of the time sleeping or playing in the playpen. 

“Mommy!” It’s a Friday afternoon when you think you might finally have the opportunity for something to happen, after Minseo comes back from school with your husband with a big smile on her face. 

“Hi, honey. How was school?” 

“Great! A friend invited me to her place tonight. Can I go?” She asks, swinging her body side by side as she waits for your answer. 

“Of course, you can,” you reply, smiling back. “Come on, let’s go prepare the bag.” 

Getting Minjun to sleep is harder than usual, and you fear that night won’t go as you exactly planned. But you still succeed to make him fall asleep before Mark comes back from dropping Minseo, and have time to get ready. 

You forgot how it felt to slip into lingerie and admire yourself in the mirror, and you can’t wait for Mark to see it. 

“Fuck,” it’s the first thing Mark says when he sees you as soon as he enters the place. “You look — shit — you look perfect.” 

You giggle, finding endearing how his reaction is still as awkward as always. 

“Where’s — uhm — where’s the baby?” He asks, looking around. 

“The baby’s asleep,” you smile, walking toward him in your high heels, studying his face, and watching him gulp with each step closer. “We have all night to ourselves.” 

“If he doesn’t wake up,” Mark whispers, but his eyes are running on your body, stopping on your chest that’s pressed up by the bra and then moving down where the lace lingerie is basically see-through before falling on your legs. “I — I’m speechless.” 

“I forgot it takes nothing to impress you,” you chuckle before pulling him in for a heated kiss. 

“Nothing?” He asks through the kiss, struggling to catch his breath as you hurry to get him out of his clothes. “It’s you,” he says before lifting you up and walking upstairs. 

Once you’re in your bedroom, he lays you on the bed, swiftly getting out of his pants and underwear to be on top of you and kiss you again. You both needed this like air, and it’s clear in the way you are both so harsh and greedy with your hands and lips. 

“You’re so wet,” he whispers when his fingers reach between your legs and he starts moving them in circles on your clit. You don’t reply, not like he needs your verbal confirmation, and not like you’d be able to give it to him anyway. You feel on fire, and so close already. Probably it’s because Mark is really good at this, pushing his fingers in and out, curling them right where it makes you tremble, and sucking your clit until he leaves you breathless, or probably because your body has been left starved for so long, too long. Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter, and you don’t care you come so easily. 

“Fuck, babe,” he murmurs, trailing up to kiss you while he keeps pumping his fingers to ride your orgasm. “Missed me much.” 

“So fucking much,” you mumble, pulling him down by his nape. “Need you inside me, Mark,” you whisper, but when he doesn’t obey, you feel your patience wear thin. “Now, Mark. I need you, now!” 

“Damn, alright, darling,” he giggles, pulling out of you before positioning between your legs. “Keep quiet if you want this to last.” 

“He won’t wake up, just fuck me alright.” 

Mark doesn’t say a word, just grabs the base of his dick to push into you slowly, whimpering as he sinks into you and your wet, warm pussy wraps around him. “Fuck,” he breathes out, voice shaky, “it’s been ages.” His hold on your hips tightening as he starts moving, rubbing on your soft skin. 

“Come here,” you beg, wrapping your arms around his neck as soon as he leans closer before doing the same with your legs on his waist. “Needed you so much,” you whisper, running your hand on his back, enjoying the sensation of his soft, bare skin. 

“Me too, honey,” he moans, throwing his head back as he starts picking up a rhythm. 

“More,” you cry out. “Please, Mark. Faster,” you plead, fingers running in his blonde hair, pulling at it until a louder, deeper moan rolls from his lips. 

He utters a curse before his hips start moving faster against you. “You feel so fucking good, shit,” he breathes out. “Won’t last long.” 

“Don’t,” you reply breathlessly, “fill me up, please.” 

Mark would love to make this last more, but he can’t resist you. The way your pussy is gripping him and dripping is making him go insane, not to mention how beautiful you look with your head thrown back, overwhelmed with pleasure while your parted lips let out the prettiest moans he has ever heard. He should remind you to keep it quieter, but he’s too lost in those sounds to care. 

“Mark, please,” you cry out, pushing him closer again. And in that messy, needy kiss, you both lose it, the orgasm hitting you hard, leaving you trapped in a panting mess. 

He stays on top of you for a while, leaving small kisses all over your face and whispering how lucky he is to have you, making your heart burst with joy. But when his arms don’t hold his body up anymore, he’s out of you, rolling to the side, with his arm resting on his forehead as he tries to take deep breaths again.

“Wait,” Mark says, watching you climb on top of him, “what are you doing?” 

You smile smugly. “Minjun didn’t wake up,” you say, grabbing his dick and aligning to your entrance, slowly sinking on it. “I told you we were going to have all night to ourselves.” 

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A Pretty Damn Good Solution

Egon Spengler x Reader

Prompt: When Egon finds out you’ve been having nightmares all week, he decides to find a way to help you by conducting a sleep study.

Warnings: Nightmares, panic attacks, sleep deprivation, and insomnia.

A/N: This is GN!Reader with no pronouns specified. The Egon brainrot is so real so please enjoy this incredibly self-indulgent fic I wrote to the cope with my work stress induced nightmares. Crossposted on my AO3 adriansglasses.

You woke up breathing heavy, in a cold sweat. You hear quick, clumsy footsteps running through the hallway of the firehouse. At first you’re confused. You’re still out of it and you’re scared. Suddenly Egon is busting through your doorway. His glasses are crooked, his pj shirt is buttoned incorrectly, the buttons not matching the holes. He has a proton pack slung over his back. He must have been in a hurry to get to you.

“Are you okay?! I heard you scream.” He looks at you with confusion. “I thought one of the ghosts had breached the containment unit.”

“I’m sorry. I just had a nightmare.” You apologize, still trying to collect yourself. You’re shaking like a leaf.

“Oh.” He looks at you sadly, taking off his proton pack. He sits on the bed, straightening out his glasses. The bed dips, shifting you towards him.

“I apologize for my appearance and demeanor. I was under the impression you were in danger.” He looks down at his shirt, fixing his buttons.

“I’m sorry I worried you.” You say, sheepishly.

“No, don’t be.” He draws out the o on the no, speaking softly, inflecting his tone upwards to try to bring you comfort. He gives you a soft smile, to match his tone.

You sit in silence for a few minutes. Egon isn’t quite sure what to say, but you don’t mind. Despite his awkwardness, he was still deeply comforting.

“I forgot to ask. Are you okay?” He breaks the silence.

“Not really. I’ve been having nightmares all week.” You begin to fidget with a string on your blanket.

“(Y/N), why didn’t you say something?” He asks.

“I didn’t wanna bother anyone.” You shrug your shoulders.

“You’re living in a building with several scientists who care about your well being. I assure you that you wouldn’t be bothering us. We could have helped you. You should have at the very least spoken to Peter. His concentration is psychology.” Egon tried not to lecture you, but he was confused as to why you were suffering alone instead of asking for help. He didn’t like to see you in pain.

“I guess I thought I should be able to deal with it on my own.” You avoid eye contact. Egon finally puts the pieces together. It wasn’t always easy for him to read social que’s, but he could read his friends easily enough.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed. Everyone has nightmares. They could be caused by a number of reasons. Typically mine are caused by stress, but I’ve since figured out how to get a handle on them through scientific means. Where they used to be constant, they’re now more rare for me.” He sympathizes.

“I didn’t know you had nightmares like that. I’m sorry.” You respond.

“They’re handled.” He pauses for a moment, thinking. “I believe it would be beneficial for me to conduct a sleep study on you starting tomorrow night, with your consent of course.”

“Do you really think it’ll help?” You look at him, desperate for an answer to your problem.

“Yes. I’ll have everything ready tomorrow night, but do you need anything before I go?” He asks.

“Can I please have a hug?” You request. Usually you’d be embarrassed, but right now you didn’t care. Egon had been the greatest comfort you’d had in the last several nights.

“Of course.” He smiles, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks. The hug is awkward at first, but you both relax into it. He’s warm and his pajama shirt is soft. While Egon’s presence is always calming, his steady breathing and heartbeat do wonders to bring you back to a more relaxed state. He begins to rub your back. “We’ll get to the bottom of this and just remember you’re not alone.”

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The next night you’d shown up to Egon’s lab as requested. You’re surprised to see he’s set up a cot with your favorite blankets and pillows. He was nothing if not observant.

“I gathered some things from your room in an effort to make you more comfortable.” He speaks, walking around the room, pressing buttons and moving things around.

“Thank you.” You smile. You sit down on the bed and Egon begins to fit wires to your forhead.

“May I?” He asks, gesturing to your chest.

“Um yes- yeah uh that’s okay.” You blush. Egon moves your shirt over and attaches wires over your heart. “I really appreciate you doing this.”

“Of course. It’s no problem, really. Do you need anything before you go to sleep? Can I get you a glass of water?” He asks.

“No, but can you explain how it’s gonna work again?” You lay down, attempting to get comfortable.

“While you’re asleep I should be able to see any changes in heart rate, breathing patterns, or brainwave activity. I can collect all the data I need and all you have to do is sleep.” He explains.

“Seems simple enough.” You give him a smile, despite your nerves.

Egon leaves the observation area and the lights dim. You close your eyes and fall asleep.

About 2 hours into the study Egon starts to notice a rapid elevation in heart rate and your breathing becomes heavier and inconsistent. He scribbled down notes, watching your brainwave patterns until you shoot up gasping. You start to pull at the wires attached to you, not remembering why they’re there. Egon enters the room with his journal and pen in hand. He approaches your bed.

“You’re okay. You’re in my lab, remember? I have to say that was quite interesting. How long did it feel like you were stuck in that nightmare?” He asks.

“Uh I- I don’t know, like hours?” You debate, trying to catch your breath.

“You were asleep for about 2 hours, but you only entered REM state about 15 minutes ago, which is when you started dreaming.” He takes down more notes.

“Only 15 minutes?” You ask, your voice and body shakey. Egon pulls a chair up to sit next to you. He lays his journal on your bed and takes your hand in his. He begins to feel your pulse. You instantly start to calm by his touch. He’s observant of this. He decides to keep holding your hand even after he’s done checking your pulse in an effort to keep you calm. He writes with one hand and holds your hand with the other.

“Can you tell me a bit about the dream?” He asks.

“I was alone in the firehouse and the containment unit broke and I was being chased by a demon. I woke myself up before it caught me.” He gives you a look. On one hand he feels bad that you were so scared, but on the other hand he’s intrigued.

“How did you wake yourself up?” He asks.

“I have like this thing I do if I need to escape a dream. I feel like I’m pushing and pulling and clawing my way out of reality, like I’m trying to swim through molasses until I wake up.” You tell him.

“That’s amazing. From my end your adrenaline spiked enormously. I didn’t realize you were doing that on purpose.” He scribbles down some more notes.

“Yeah. I guess that’s a thing I do.” You say awkwardly. “Did you get anything useful?” You ask.

“Yes, but I’ll have to run more tests throughout the week.” He closes his journal, turning to you. He realizes he’s still holding your hand. He doesn’t let go. He was so excited by the scientific aspects of the experiment he forgot why he was doing this in the first place. “We’re going to figure this out, but until then I’m here.” He smiles at you, giving you a look of sympathy.

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The next two nights went similarly to the first one. You would have nightmare and Egon would remind you everything was okay before sitting down next to you to take notes as you recounted the dream. Your dreams were often about being chased or not being able to save someone. You would usually use your emergency escape out of your dreams. Talking about your dreams helped. It gave you an outlet and it aided Egon’s studies. The two of you had fallen into a routine and it was starting to help.

Tonight was different. Egon watched as your heart rate spiked and your breathing patterns began to change. Your brain activity was off the charts. He knew you’d be up soon. He watched as you tried and failed to pull the emergency break. You begin to thrash in bed. He wonders why you haven’t woken up. He enters the room just in time for you to shoot up screaming and covered in sweat. You begin to hyperventilate, crying out. “Egon!” You cry for him. Tears start to stream down your face. He runs to your bed.

“It was just a dream. You’re okay. You’re safe. I’m here. Everything is okay, (Y/N).” Egon tries to keep his voice calm, but he speaks with urgency. He places his hands on your shoulders, trying to ground you. You can’t get your breathing under control.

“I- I couldn’t get out! I couldn’t get out! I was stuck and I couldn’t get out!” You’re speaking a mile a minute.

“(Y/N), look at me. You’re awake now. You’re safe. I won’t let anything hurt you. I need you to try to breathe with me. (Y/N), what’s three things that you can see?” He asks, trying to bring your focus back to reality.

“I can’t” You sob, unable to focus.

“Yes, you can. What’s three things you can see?” He repeats.

“I see your journal. It’s in the chair.” You try.

“Good that’s two things.” He smiles.

“Your pen is on the floor.” You continue.

“I dropped it when I rushed in to check on you. What’s two things you can hear?” He asks.

“The clock is ticking really loudly and- and I can hear… the heater is on.” You tell him, listening closely.

“Good. What’s one thing you can touch?” He asks.

“Can I touch you?” You ask, hesitantly.

“Yes, thank you for asking.” He smiles. You grab his hand, beginning to trace all the lines and wrinkles on it. You learn every detail of his fingerprints. Tracing the indents and following the patterns comforts you.

“Are you feeling a bit better?” He asks.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m just having one of those moments where it’s hard to tell what’s real and what‘s fake. I woke up from a nightmare, but it was just another nightmare. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a dream inside of a dream before. I thought that was just in movies.” You keep tracing his hand.

“No, it’s real unfortunately, but so am I and so are you. This is real.” He gestures between you. Part of himself means that the two of you are real and your interaction is real, but another part of him meant something different. The care you have for each other is real too, very real.

“I hate that I’m still tired. I don’t wanna go back to sleep, but I know I have to.” You sigh.

“Would it make you feel better if I stayed in here with you?” He asks. While he’d usually be too awkward to ask this, his solution is based in science. All of his research points to his presence being a comfort. This gave him more confidence.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” You hope you’re not being an inconvenience.

“If I minded I wouldn’t have offered. I want you to feel like you’re not alone.” He gives your hand a squeeze.

“I think that would help me a lot actually.” You start to shift, laying back down in bed. Egon gets up to turn the light back off, kicking off his shoes and lab coat before getting back into bed with you.

“I figured it might.” He smiles. He always loved when his scientific theories were proven right, especially one that benefited both of you so much. It brought both of you comfort to be in each other’s arms. Egon’s presence was enough for you to sleep soundly for the rest of the night and he was happy to know that you felt safe and calm. Even if it was only a temporary solution to your problems, it was still a pretty damn good solution.

“Goodnight, Egon.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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[thisismyname43]

New Story Alert!

Learning to love you (and myself)

After SMG3 and SMG4 decided to try out a relationship, SMG3 finds himself struggling to not only love his new partner, but love himself too.

(Cover art and concept credits to @minerpore)

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SMG3's Coffee and Bombs, the once popular now more or less dead coffee and bomb shop that didn't really leave a lasting impression to the public.

Deep down inside the cafe a man in purple was sleeping soundly, hugging his SMG4 and SMG3 marketable plushies while his precious Eggdog slept near. However this temporary peace was about to be disturbed when a quite famous man in blue decided to pay a visit.

Poke poke

SMG3 stirred in his sleep, tensing up when he felt an unfamiliar presence near his bed. He blinked himself awake and upon opening his eyes he found his boyfriend gently poking his arm.

"Hey babe!", SMG4 said as he gave 3 a light kiss on his right cheek. SMG3 felt himself smiling faintly at the display of affection. Despite not being too used to actions of love and adoration, he couldn't help but appreciate the intentions. It never failed to draw him closer to his newfound lover.

SMG4 took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest, "I woke you up because you wouldn't answer my calls", he said with a huff. SMG3 sat up on his bed and took a quick glance at his phone laying beside him. Indeed he had missed several calls and messages, plus one alarm he somehow slept thought.

"And here I thought I was the only one who would oversleep here", SMG4 said in a joking tone. His words were true, SMG3 had been staying up late at night, sometimes crying but always dreading the next morning. Lately he had grown accustomed to feeling quite...down. 'I guess that's what a failing cafe does to someone', he thought tiredly.

However SMG4 wasn't done speaking yet, "But, I made sure to get up extra early today!", he said with a bright and triumphant smile on his face. SMG3 quickly recognized that look from years of knowing the man and put a hand up to his pounding head, trying to recall what exactly was so special about today.

And that's when it hit him.

"Oh crap our date...", SMG3 softly groaned. After the TV adware/Puzzlevision fiasco, the pair had decided to try out an actual relationship. You may be asking how this started. Well SMG3 may or may not have blurted out his feelings last minute when he thought he was going to die... Yes it's still embarrassing to admit.

SMG3 shook his head and tried to get his thoughts in order. "Sorry 4, I completely forgot...I put my phone on silent and everything has just been such a blur lately and-"

SMG4 stopped him by placing a comforting hand on 3's shoulder. "Hey dude I understand! I'm not mad at you or anything, we'll just go whenever you feel ready", SMG4 reassured.

'What an amazing boyfriend I have', SMG3 observed. 'Not that I can let him know that'.

"Of course I'm ready", 3 said in a defensive tone and a mock offended look on his face. "Get out and I'll meet up with you at the park..baka!"

4 looked a bit surprised by this sudden change in attitude but ultimately chuckled. "Alright, but don't keep me waiting too long", SMG4 said with a playful wink as he walked away and disappeared up the elevator.

SMG3 blushed and got out of bed, heading for the bathroom. He took a small look at Eggdog and Eggpup sleeping peacefully and sighed in relief. He walked up to his sink and squeezed a generous amount of toothpaste on his purple and black toothbrush.

However he found himself getting lost in thought, something that had been frequently happening lately. Now without his 'faithful' customers to distract him, 3 was slowly being consumed by self hatred and jealously. Yes he was grateful for SMG4 and everything he had done for him, but SMG3 still held a small grudge against the man. After all, he did achieve all his dreams while the one thing SMG3 put all his heart into didn't even last a year...

SMG3 wiped his eyes, still faintly stinging from crying earlier that night. Eggdog usually comforts him but that doesn't stop the painful feeling nagging at 3's heart, as if small knifes were digging deep into his chest.

He closed his eyes briefly and opened them again, trying to refocus at the task at hand. SMG3 tightened his hold on the toothbrush and lifted it up to his lips.

But when 3 opened his mouth to brush his teeth, he felt a burning sensation making its way to his throat.

This wasn't really too unusual these days, this had been happening to SMG3 for awhile now. He shrugged and dismissed it as him being sick and having a sore throat as he brought the toothbrush inside his mouth. But the second it breached past his lips, SMG3 started gagging horribly.

Thankfully he was in the bathroom so he shuffled to the side and crouched down above the toilet. 3 opened his mouth wide and braced himself, expecting vomit to spill out. But all that came out was a singular purple flower petal.

SMG3 stared down at the petal in pure confusion, reaching up to gently touch his lips. 'What the hell?', he found himself thinking. SMG3 didn't dare to speak or open his mouth once again. He didn't know what to feel as he kept staring down at the one petal floating gently in the water. His throat not burning but still feeling extremely sore.

It was small and purple with a blueish hue, dark red blood painting little spots on the petal. SMG3 felt disgusted and looked away, actively reminding himself of the date. He opted to just not open his mouth until he figured out what was going on, taking a quick shower while a million thoughts circled through his head.

He stepped out of his dirty clothes which he had been wearing for two days straight, rather than changing SMG3 has just been rotting in bed, showing just how pathetic he was. As he felt the warm water cascade down his body, SMG3 felt strangely comforted, the pleasant feeling downing out the pain in his throat.

When he got out of the shower SMG3 dried himself off and rummaged through his drawers, eventually finding his spy rizz outfit from WOTFI 2023. 'I guess this'll do', SMG3 thought as he carefully put the nicely clean suit on his tired body.

When 3 was done he suddenly heard a buzz on his bed, checking it out he picked up his phone and turned it on. The screen showed a text from his beloved boyfriend.

"Meet u in 30 mins 😘😘", the text read.

SMG3 rolled his eyes and smiled despite himself at SMG4's ridiculousness. 'What a dork', 3 thought. His smile dropped as quickly as it came though when he suddenly remembered the incident from earlier. 'Should I tell him? No...he has other things to worry about. Yeah..more important things'.

Just when that thought came to his mind the burning sensation came back. SMG3 clamped his gloved hand back over his mouth and coughed hard. The pain felt excruciating and 3 felt tears well up in his eyes from the raw sensation. This startled Eggdog who woke up with a small jolt and ran up to SMG3, feeling concern for his father as he nuzzled his dad's pant leg. Eggpup who was sleeping next to his dad stumbled over to the two of them, confused as to what's happening.

3 didn't acknowledge them, being distracted by the terrible feeling in his windpipe. When he finally felt like he was done, SMG3 pulled his hand away from his face to see his usually white glove covered in red, with four small flower petals decorating his palm.

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Aaaaand end! Sorry for the cliffhanger but I promise there will be more to come. Thank you minerpore for helping me start off this story and thank you for reading! Let me know if you'd like us to write more on this silly little story, bye bye!

#smg34 #smg3 #smg4 #smg4 smg3 #smg43 #tell us if you want more!

[keketopia]

𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜

pairing. izuku midoriya x gn!reader

synopsis. you drew a picture of the perfect guy for you. little did you know that drawing came to life.

word count. 1.9k!

cw. just some fluff and wholesomeness! :3

It was dark out in the city of Japan. Almost everybody is asleep. Conversely, you are just sitting in bed reading a book about a beautiful couple.

You closed the book as you were done reading it. You held the book close to your chest and sighed dream-ishly.

"Deep voice, cute smile, enchanting eyes, pure heart...why are people like that so hard to find?"

Just then, an idea struck you like a lightning bolt. So you got up, grabbed your pencils, pens, and colors, and decided to draw the man of your dreams.

"Let's see what I can do."

A few hours later, you came up with a beautiful portrait of a man with fluffy green hair, wide doe eyes that matches his hair, four symmetrical freckles on each side of his cheeks, and of course, his pure smile.

"Phew, finally done." So you said as you began to stretch. You look at it with admiring eyes and begin to grow tired after a while. You rubbed your eyes and gently set your drawing on your nightstand. You turn off your lamp and cover yourself in warm, soft blankets as you drift off to sleep.

A mysterious light shone in your bedroom as you had your sweet dreams. The light shone from the portrait, and the man from your drawing appeared.

The man looked around the room as if everything was new to him. He spots a mirror behind him and sees himself there. He took a moment to admire his appearance; he was astonished.

"Wow, they drew me really well." He looked at you as you were sleeping peacefully. Then, he sat in front of you and admired your angelic face.

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It was now morning, and you were interrupted by the sun shining in your eyes. You woke up to see a strange man right in front of you.

"Oh, wow. What a beautiful dream I'm having. It looks so real, though," You said sheepishly.

"I know I'm too handsome to be real, but I can confirm you're not dreaming."

"Oh my god, I could listen to his voice my whole life."

'Okay, I guess I have to do this" He reaches his hand to you and pinches you in the arm.

"Oww! Wait! I'm not dreaming!" You looked at him in shock. You got off the bed and ran towards the corner of your room.

"Who are you?! How did you get into my apartment?!"

"Hey! Calm down!"

"Calm down?! How am I going to calm down when there is a literal stranger in my house!!"

"Well- That's a good point, but-"

"I'm going to ask again! Who are you and how did you get into my apartment?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"What do you mean do I-" You took a closer look at the guy and realized that he did look familiar, almost straight out of a picture.

"Wait... you're-you're that man I drew last night!"

"Yeah! That's what I've been trying to tell you! Kinda weird that I'm alive, don't cha think?"

You were at a loss for words. How in the universe that the man you so beautifully drew come to life? What kind of hocus pocus is this?

"I'm kind of hungry, do you have any food I can eat?"

Still a little bit freaked out by your come-to-life drawing. You scooted your way out the bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen with Izuku following behind.

"What would you like to eat?"

"Hmm, perhaps Katsudon!"

After about 30 minutes, Izuku is sitting on your kitchen table, stuffing his face in that sweet and savory sauce.

"Wow, this is really good! I could eat this every day!" You chuckled at his compliment. He was really cute, guess you really are a good artist.

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"So you don't remember anything about your life in the book?"

"I came from a drawing, not a book"

"Wow, you forgot the love of your life" You teased.

"I-I don't love a-anyone!" He stammered. His face was as red as a strawberry.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," You introduced. "What's your name?"

"I don't have one" He replied. Right, he came from a drawing, of course, he doesn't have a name. "Oh, well then. Your name shall be...Izuku!"

"Izuku...I think that's a fitting name" He smiled.

"So, Izuku, do you want to explore my world?"

"Maybe later, I want to watch a movie"

"Okay, let's see what we got" You grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and put it on Netflix.

"Let's see...we got Red Notice, Level 16, Ava..."

"How about The School for Good and Evil? That seems like an interesting movie?"

"Sure is, considering that this movie is based on an actual book series. I've never read it but I'm sure it's a good book. Let's watch!"

You hit the play button and the remote and watched the movie. After some time, you turned to look at Izuku, who was watching the movie with adorable exciting puppy eyes. You smiled at him, admiring his attractiveness.

"I kinda feel bad for Sophie. All she ever wanted was to escape the horrible mistreatment of her townspeople and be who she wants to be" Izuku explains. You felt warm and happy hearing him say that.

"Yeah, Sophie just wanted Tedros to be her true love, and when he broke it off, that made my heart ache"

You both kept watching until you both fell asleep.

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You wake up to the sound of Izuku's happy-go-lucky voice.

"Wakey wakey! Time for brekky!" Izuku was standing beside your bed, holding a tray with pancakes and a glass of milk.

"Wow! You made me breakfast?"

"Yes! Now eat! You must be starving"

"Smells amazing! I didn't know you could cook considering I'm the one who made you Katsudon"

"I just follow the recipe I found online. Now hurry up and eat! I want to explore your world" He set the tray on your bed and went out of the room.

After breakfast, you showered, dressed, and headed out with Izuku. You brought him to a small building where you could see bright lights shining through the window. You both headed inside to see the arcade machines.

"Welcome to the arcade!"

"Arcade?" He gives you a puzzled look.

"It's a place with many electric games. You play it and can earn tickets and use those tickets to get prizes. Ooh! Let's go on this one, come on I'll teach you!" You dragged him with you. It was a motorcycle racing game, fit for only 2 players. Izuku surprisingly learned fast.

"I'm going to win this, you'll see"

"Oh, keep dreaming honey" Izuku was taking this too seriously. After a few minutes, he ended up winning.

"Yay! I won!"

"Argh! Let's try another game"

"You wanna lose again?"

"We'll see about that"

"Let's try this one! Come on!" He ran to another game like an excited little baby. You chuckled and followed him"

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After visiting the arcade, you took Izuku to the library.

"Wow, so many books"

"A lot of characters like you are in each book"

"Wow"

"I'll get some books then we'll go back home to our comfy bed to read"

"My favorite thing to do"

"Same, honestly"

You brought the books and you both went home.

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You both covered yourselves in comfy, warm, blankets. Izuku wrapped his arms around your waist as he stared at the book you brought.

"Y/N, can I read for you?"

"Sure" you smiled.

Izuku reached over to the coffee table and grabbed the book. You placed your head on his shoulder and listened to him as he read the book word by word, his deep voice was a whole other level of tranquility. You closed your eyes and slept peacefully on his shoulder. Izuku noticed you and smiled, he placed the book on the nightstand and slept too.

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"Your food is the best" Izuku said while eating another bowl of Katsudon you made for him.

"I'll gladly cook for you everything" You smiled.

"Wow, I love you" You knew he didn't mean it like that but your heart started beating fast after hearing it from him.

A bit of time passed and you guys are both laying in bed again, reading another book. "Slow dancing in the living room, warm lighting, music in the background... I wish I could live like the main character's in this book"

"Allow me to help you" You looked at him, a bit confused about what he is doing.

Izuku went over to your speaker and played some music, he made sure the lights were dim, and then...

"May I have then dance, my love?" He says as he extended his hand to you. You were a bit taken aback by his action and flustered, but you gladly accepted his hand and you two started slow dancing.

Izuku's hold on you was gentle as if you were a fragile glass, afraid that he might break it. As if you were the most precious gemstone ever. You got lost in each other's eyes, your mouths may have been shut but those eyes were speaking for themselves. Everything was perfect, you didn't want this to end.

"So this is what love feels like..."

Days passed you and Izuku had gotten even closer and your feelings for each other got deeper and deeper every day. Everything was perfect in a way that made you fear that this was just a beautiful dream, but reality isn't always so bad as people say. Reality can show you each and every color of happiness...

"The weather is amazing," You said.

"This moment is amazing" Izuku added.

"Yes...yes indeed" You looked at the view in front of you, admiring it.

"The city lights are so beautiful" Izuku looked at you deeply and said...

"Oh, darling, out of all the city lights, none of them shines brighter than you"

Surprised, you turned to look at him.

"I found everything I wanted in those eyes of yours. I found a friend. A home. Pure love...and I can't help but fall even more for them. I love you...my heart chooses to beat just for you"

Eyes tearing up from the heartfelt confession, you grabbed him by his collar and kissed him. He kissed you back, gently pulling you closer.

"Reality can show you each and every color of happiness"

#izuku midoriya #izuku midoria x reader #deku imagine #izuku x reader #izuku fluff #mha izuku #bnha deku #mha imagines #oneshot #fluff #bnha midoriya #bnha izuku #deku x you #deku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku x you #deku x y/n #izuku midoryia x you #deku fluff #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #mha fluff #mha x reader #mha x you #boku no hero acadamia #my hero acadamia #deku midoriya #deku #izuku #mha oneshot

[eyeofthechasm]

Hi so

Ive got more writing ! More Renzo loop AU bc that’s all I’ve really got saved rn BUT. There’s Loop. Surprise

This ones from kinda a while ago & got retouched a little today so. Maybe not the greatest in the world? It’s pretty long too so get ready

Act 3(???) spoilers post the whole “say its name” thingy. And incredibly vague act 6 spoilers but like. Only if you squint really really hard.

You jolt in place, cough after cough ripping through your lungs.

You looped. You’re back; back in Dormont, back by the fences overlooking the surrounding forestry. You’re back, but you still feel it.

Your Country’s name mangled your throat. You can’t breathe. You’re struggling. Everything burns. Everything burns and you can’t b-

People are looking. They’re looking, staring, all at you. You’re making a scene, you’re drawing attention, stop it, stop stop stop stop stop s

You wave your hand, dismissing the concerns of the others, and hold the drink in your other hand up into view. The message delivers flawlessly. The onlookers relax. The eyes are off you.

Good.

…

Your throat burns. Your head hurts. Everything aches. You need to lie down, probably, but there’s no time.

You need to talk to Loop.

Once you recover a little, you very casually make your way over to the favor tree, careful to not draw any attention to yourself. Along the way, you catch sight of Siffrin sleeping in the field; peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

Good. You were sure he’d be fine, but…still.

You rush your interactions with Mira and Isabeau, despite their prying about your wellbeing. After all of that, you can’t get caught in a conversation with them without risking some slip-up.

Plus, your being is completely well. They don’t need to worry about anything.

It’s not like they’re gonna remember it, anyway.

———

———

You collapse on the tree stump. Loop’s already there. Their eyes are narrowed in…what is that, worry? Curiosity? Mockery, maybe? You can’t tell.

Silence stretches between you. It’s never been so quiet here. Loop isn’t even looking at you anymore, only the ground, like you. Thinking. Hard.

….

It kinda reminds you of-

“So,” they pick their head up. You jump at the break in silence. They’re..serious, despite the upbeat tone. Scarily serious. “You’re…uh…”

[“From the Country,”] you finish for them, the effort clawing at your throat. [“I…guess, yeah. Siffrin, and…and the King are, too.”]

“Yeah, yeah, I had a feeling about Siffrin, but you...”

They narrow their eyes, studying you. Particularly, they focus on your face: eyes, lips, nose; all of your distinctive features

Your throat tightens.

“…you were…unexpected.”

…

Ok. That’s totally not ominous. Not at all.

[“…what -“]

“Soooo~, wasn’t that fun?”

They change the subject before you can even blink, which just makes your head spin. Right back to usual, too, as if they weren’t just staring into your blinding soul.

“I told you that’d be a bad idea.”

You can practically smell the smirk they’d have if they had a mouth.

You sigh. [“…I’d..assume you already know-“]

“I do~.”

[“…yeeaaaaahhhh.”]

You sip your drink. It’s…lukewarm coffee, at this point. You nearly forgot what it was. You never bother to drink it anymore.

It tastes terrible, but still, it helps.

[“And…what does that-“]

“That’s for you to figure out!”

Could they stop with that?!

“No can do, stardust~.”

Right. Good gods. You’re never getting used to that.

You clear your throat. [“What did all of that even give me, anyway? Like what-what was the point? Besides…y’know. The obvious.”]

Loop ponders for a moment, a star-studded finger tapping their chin like a cartoon character would.

“Well…it gave you insight to your oh-so mysterious Traveler and your enemy, and…”

Silence, once again. They give exaggerated taps to their chin area.

This is getting irritating...

“…oh! Of course, how could I forget?”

They sit up, crossing their legs. Their voice rings through your skull once again…

[You’ve unlocked MEMORY OF HERITAGE! You’ll never forget this!]

[This memory grants you and your Traveler the ability to read your country’s language again! Have fun~!]

Ow. That…hurt.

“Sorry, sorry~!”

They’re not.

#this was actually rlly fun #like not my absolute top tier work probably BUT. it was fun #Lorenzo ISAT #in stars and time #isat #in stars and time spoilers #isat spoilers #isat AU #In stars and time AU #in stars and time writing #isat writing #Isat OC #isat loop #technically

[blackstarchanx3new]

FSR Rambles 10 fingers in the aaaaa-

I don't let up on the fucking Vidow. The entire fandom has to just cope with the fact I'm a disastrous weirdo stinking up their perfect pure fandom, they cry themselves to sleep at the cryptid that stalks at the edges their fandom.

Weep you disgusting filthy bastards.

I bet you salivate at the idea of Vio's breast milk in your slutty coffee.

Lol I guess he fell asleep reading.

Shadow makes a very sinister face considering the goofy ass thing he decides to do with the sleeping Vio.

Hah. Vio screaming his lungs out got a kick out of me while drawing.

Shadow forgot Hylian's sleep for a reason.

He's just waiting for Vio to call him a moron, which we know again is because of Vaati and Gannon abusing this poor man.

Shadow's utterly shocked Vio doesn't have a single thing to berate him over hah.

Vio's so tired he just wants to sleep.

Shadow's feeling nervous to actually like, get cozy with Vio in this context.

Despite his seeming confidence the dude is insecure.

He is HESITANT to trust Vio to some degree, he's having second thoughts about his actions.

Vio didn't even SAY anything about the kiss lmfao. I'd be worried too.

This page is so sad to me.

Vio's feeling some regret while Shadow gets comfortable next to him.

HAHAHAHA.

Transition from being next to someone to being completely alone agh-

Shadow Link is in MISSERY-

Oof. Shit hurts.

The sword blast compiled with his emotional pain is just too much for this dude to handle rn.

Reflecting on his time with his "friend"

Guess that kiss in the library wasn't the last one...Vio seems reluctant to keep going back for more, pushing shadow off. We can assume why he shouldn't be doing that oops.

Shadow's not satisfied with that though and keeps giving our man kisses. Vio's really shitty attempts to bat him away aren't working.

It's safe to say: Vio lost the plot at some point.

It's obvious they're drunk as fuck, but the exact timing of this scene is up for interpretation as far as I'm concerned.

I do find it funny Shadow whines Vio is "So mean to him" just cause he won't let him shower him with kisses lmfao. Like Shadow he's about to do smth to you that's way meaner let's be real-

Shadow Link brings up the all to important LORE of the golden goddesses.

Okay but everything about this becomes ironic later lmfao I will not say how.

Cause the Triforce is like, non existent in FS I can do whatever the hell I want sooo I'mma cook. I like where I took it a lot.

Shadow's desires to touch the Triforce are uh...VERY EXPLAINED LATER to say the least.

Art wise in this page: Oh it was so fun.

1st panel: Shadow continuing to kiss Vio's cheeks as he talks. It's sweet in it's own weird way that he clearly cares about Vio a lot

2nd panel: Obviously comparing Vio with a goddess and the Triforce shows how much Shadow values this man in his life, cupping his cheeks while doing so.

3rd panel: They both just look cute. XD

4rth panel: Vio's visibly hesitant to return the kiss that time. and in the last panel we don't see his face, but rather get Shadow hugging him deeply.

Vio's still grappling with his actions are gonna catch up to both of them pretty soon.

Vio's utter heartlessness in the words he spoke to Shadow in the Fire temple must have HURT.

Shadow knows that he bold faced lied to everyone in that room.

Also to note: They CLEARLY spent some TIME together, as there's the scene of Vio and Shadow laughing together on some grass somewhere...

Shadow KNOWS Vio at least a little and he can't comprehend why he acted the way he did.

The last panel was so much fun I love how it turned out.

Okay but like: THIS LTIERALLY ALWAYS BOTHERED ME.

The idea Shadow betrayed Vaati being a fault of SHADOW'S character is such bullshit which just adds to the "Vio pulled this out of his ass" nature of his speech.

In every way: SHADOW BETRAYING VAATI IS A GOOD THING.

In WHAT WORLD is him turning his back on the EVIL GUY a bad thing???

His motives were 100% selfish but HOLY BALLS HE WAS WILLING TO GO NUCULAR ON GANON AND VATTI AND SAVE ZELDA FOR SOME VIUSSY. THAT'S DEDICATION.

Also, literally everyone's motivations for everything they do is selfish in nature, so the idea Shadow's the dick here is just, hysterical.

Vio was 100% projecting his own insecurities onto Shadow not trusting and being apart of his own team cause Vio's awful, cause let's be real: their situations are just NOT COMPARABLE.

Shadow's misstep no matter how you look at it, was trusting VIO. NOT betraying Vaati. HIS LITERAL POSITIVE CHARACTER ARC WAS STILL BETRAYING VAATI BY SHATTERING THE DARK MIRROR.

...SO WTF IS VIO'S SPEECH ABOUT EXACTLY??? IT LITERALLY MAKES NO SENSE PROBEBLY BECAUSE HE'S LYING HIS ASS OFF AND PROJECTING LMFAO.

Because his point wasn't "Find a team you CAN and DO trust and work with them." it was "You betrayed Vaati and you suck for that."

IT WAS PURE PROJECTION.

Idk if this is a translation oopsie or what. It was never brought UP so idk if it was even intentional or a genuine attempt at a moral going to shit and getting botched. X'DDDD (If it was intentional, that's funny but it was never expanded upon in any meaningful way so...IDK)

It gives weird as fuck mixed messages about what Shadow was MEANT to do here and what he ACTUALLY did wrong from Vio's chastising. Cause the reason Vio gives for his downfall is REALLY BULLSHIT. (In FSR, Intentionally so.)

Because

"Your downfall was that you were selfish and still wanted to rule the world and were willing to use used people like me and Zelda to do it, you just repeated the mistakes of Vaati" or smth would even be more accurate.

STILL HYPOCRITCAL ON VIO'S END CAUSE HE USED SHADOW BUT WOULD MAKE MORE FUCKING SENSE.

Giving massive rebound AU vibes here lmfao.

Audience is intentionally left in the dark about wtf Vio and Green were talking about...For no reason I'm sure. Authors don't think that hard about stuff-

Also left out on why they're sharing a bed. Bet that will NEVER get touched on. In ANY meaningful way.

The point of this scene is pretty obvious: Vio IS getting along with his team now. Which mega hurts Shadow to see ouch.

It's the equivalent of that Squidward meme of him in his house while Spongebob and Patrick run outside-

Green essentially has taken his place. Pain. We all know nothing but PAIN.

Shadow can't bare to watch Vio thrive without him cause he's selfish as fuck. X'D Just hurts too much. He wanted Vio to fill the gaps in his life and it just DIDN'T happen.

Haha you read the manga you recognize this. I don't gotta elaborate much.

I always just, am in love with Shadow turning into VIO of all people during this part in the story because, holy BALLS I can't even really describe the kind of itch that scratches in my brain but I will try.

So in FS, we KNOW Shadow can shapeshift into ANY of the Links, but he chose Vio. Dude has been Green/Link before so...WHY NOT GREEN? Uh simple: Bro adores Vio and looks up to him, that's the reasoning I came to anyway, as explained in these pages.

This is why in FSR in the library Shadow Link specifically describes Vio as "his hero". Vio's the one out of the four he looks up to most, because after reflecting Vio is the one that did the most "Heroic" things in his eyes.

He realized the betrayal wasn't out of malice or to hurt him, but to save Zelda.

The reasons Vio gives in the library for why he's utterly awful as a person are the same things that made Shadow respect his ass for what he put himself through lmfao.

This is also why in FSR dude isn't MAD at Vio for it anymore. He just wants to repair what they DID have there between them because bro adores Vio.

So if yall didn't know Shadow uses the mirror to see Vio.

Like, you can see him in the shattered mirror lmfao.

At least I THINK it's meant to be Vio. When I first read the manga I thought it was Shadow Link. XDDDD But now I'm fairly certain it is Vio. If we ever get a full color manga I'd love to know who it's actually meant to be.

Shadow's sad he won't know if Zelda's okay. Which is sad. And wishes he could see Vio, which is why the mirror SHOWS Vio. Lol.

Sad pathetic Vaati being hilarious aside, Vio being so distraught he drops his sword is kinda funny. And here's the retcon of "Vaati didn't die actually.

I already went on the rant in the actual thing that YES Shadow's death still meant smth despite Vaati living, because they wouldn't be able to beat Gannon without the gems Vaati gave up from this, so I won't repeat myself here.

Blue's "HOLD UR HORSES BITCH" is so funny to me because like, he HAS no emotional attachment to Shadow and the last they saw of HIM was him ya know, trying to kills their friend lmfao.

Vio pulling a very dying Shadow into his arms, because we deserved that. Green picks up Vio's sword cause he's cool like that.

Vio is OBVIOUSLY trying very hard to keep it together here, kept the dialogue MOSTLY the same from the OG because the dialogue wasn't the issue to me it was the freaking SHOT LAYOUTS AND THE ART. The art was well drawn but the actual like, things happening were kinda silly imo.

I particularly like the return of the "Shadow pets Vio's face/hair" motif.

It pops up in page 40

and page 77

And in terms of flashbacks in 169 Yes haha funny number He strokes Vio's cheek before going in for the kiss.

And many others but I'll avoid too many cause of image limits.

Shadow usually does this when Vio's upset which is funny. We know Shadow does stuff to others he wishes people did for him so maybe Shadow just wants his cheek stroked and to be told nice things lmfao.

Another thing: I mentioned it before but I don't really like when people make Vio cry too easily. Just not for me.

But Shadow dying makes sense for him to cry. Especially in FSR where we saw WAAAAY MORE of their relationship and how involved Vio really was with Shadow.

Vio, reluctantly did really like Shadow Link and is heart broken he is dead.

*I SUPER wanna show/talk about the "After they think they killed him in the fire temple" but there's a reason I did not show wtf Green and Vio were talking about when Shadow saw them in the dark mirror hehehehe. Vio's perspective on RIGHT after they blasted him with the sword is smth you can just speculate on for now.

He is obviously DISTRAUGHT Shadow is dying now.

So, its' implied Shadow saw some of the things Link was up to before he made himself known. So in my silly FSR comic he could see through Link's Shadow at what he was doing.

Art details:

Red crying at somebody dying just made sense to me it was actually WEIRD to me he didn't cry Shadow died. Not because he's emotionally attached, but dude's just an emotional person he cried at less hah.

Green STEPS UP and says his lines from the manga

I said in the OG post of the comic my thoughts on these particular panels but like

Green having just a TIIIIINY bit more agency in him holding Shadow's hand, a VERY simple gesture makes all the difference to me in this scene.

Shadow reasonably asks what we were ALL thinking: WHAT ABOUT ZELDA?!

Which OUCH, he didn't feel like he did enough-

To which Green comforts him they WILL save her.

I may ship Vidow to hell and back but Shadow's caring for Zelda and her affect on him is not ignored in this comic lmfao.

It's actually knowing Zelda's in safe hands that makes him comfortable enough to truly pass.

He knows Vio will be okay as he has his team but Zelda is someone he couldn't be sure about.

So panel 1

I just wanted to add the true level of "Yeah he dead".

Despite his hand passing through Shadow Link, Vio still tries to reach out to him. Which hehe reflects a scene from the very start of this comic huh?

He has unfinished business around Shadow.

He never got to truly say he was sorry.

If you've noticed, Vio STILL hasn't apologized yet.

Okay thumbnailing this scene genuinely gave me the big sad lmfao.

He missed him by a hair, Shadow's gone and Vio couldn't say all the things that were on his mind.

And since you totally asked:

Page 12 is put into a new perspective huh?

He reached him this time...

Green continues to be the goodest of good boys comforting his team mate.

There's an underlying sense of Green knowing more about Vio and Shadow's relationship than the other two...Which makes sense considering Green's the one Vio went to for comfort over the situation.

So some of the dialogue around Shadow's "good boy" status was changed because I just, straight disagree with some of the wording in the manga...

He did AWFUL things but he wasn't exactly a 100% bad person. Ironically, given a chance he could have been a great person. (The opposite of what he tried to do to Vio.)

His nature of being Link's Shadow, the HERO's shadow being on full display with his final moments (Or, what COULD have been his final moments...)

Blue's shocked Shadow would do anything to help them, reasonably so. His experiences with Shadow have been:

He tried to seduce their team mate to the dark side, almost KILLED said team mate, put them through hell and back and generally was awful to them.

Red sympathizes with BLUE (At least somewhat) so I imagine he's a lot more forgiving from this angle to Shadow. XD

Green's feelings about Shadow are a bit more OPEN to interpretation here but he did make an effort for the man to die without regrets. Later in FSR he seems to have a positive outlook on Shadow so whatever Vio told him might have made him more comfortable with him in these moments and the future.

I'mma cut it off here, which sucks because this transition is PERFECT into the next scene but I don't wanna hit image limits halfway through a rant.

Green continues to be a chad. What's new.

Him being in front of his team protectively is just...Yum. I love protective Green. XD

GANNON APEARS. Big piggy boy. I had no idea I could draw pig before drawing this and I'm happy with how he turned out.

His rant in the OG manga of speaking how Vaati and Shadow Link failed him leads directly into the next scene which was, delicious. But we'll pick this up later.

I'm sure you've noticed: As a time saving technique I only use shading when it SUPER matters in FSR. It helps save time and makes them have huge impacts. XD

The intense dark shading on Ganon makes him look threatening as HELL compared to what he'd look like without it.

For reference: This is what he'd look like without it.

He looks silly. XD

His color palette was based on the game btw. Because, what else did I have to go on? The intense shading also hides that he looks kinda out of place color wise haha.

#four swords returns rambles #fsr rambles

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Buttercup Lifts Couch & Mammon Becomes A Dad...? (2024)

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Credit for Steven Universe Series goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for Hazbin Hotel & Helluva Boss goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop” Medrano

Credit for Invader Zim goes to Jhonen Vasquez

Credit for Undertale & Deltarune goes to Toby Fox

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & TakaraTomy

Credit Transformers Animated Series goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for The Powerpuff Girls goes to Craig McCracken

Credit for Danny Phantom goes to Butch Hartman

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if anyone is wondering, Pink-Pearl is suppose to still look like her original gem humanoid but she is also suppose to be a Moth, and well if Lonely-Pearl was a Moth in her corrupted form, it would make sense that Pearls in a Crossover between Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel and Steven Universe, they would be Moths but still look a bit how they originally looked.

I want to call Pink-Pearl by the nickname "Vollie" but it's okay not everyone calls her that, and it would be interesting in a Crossover Fanon Timeline she forms a friendship with Verosika.

and yes I gave that Soundwave a bow on their head, it is suppose to be one of those Sound-Wave copies of the Original Sounwave.

I have had the idea for a while, that Lancer mistakes Mammon as his Dad, just in a different outfit...

I worked on this drawing around January and I'm just now posting it on February...it was not great a few days ago, I know during my trying to write a theory that has to do with Sari that of course has to do with a Crossover with Hazbin Hotel and TFA...

the connection kept going on and off, and yeah I ended up noticing a bit too late that I forgot to put the word "just" and well it is called "Hazformers Theory: What Sari Could Be Doing With Her Autobot Friends MIA" but even when I was trying to write it, the connection kept going off on me, and it was only making me more mad and feeling not so happy...so even when I got lucky and was finally able to post it, but when I wanted to log back on to fix and edit what I notice I forgot to put down on it...and yeah I had finally got around to it today...

but I was having some trouble logging back on, which I think it was because of the connection going off and on me again, and it might of possibly messed up my password, cause when I did try to use it again today......it didn't turn out too well, I still couldn't get on and at some point I had to make a new password just so I could post not only some new fan theories, but also this drawing and that

I seriously wasn't having a good day, I couldn't really get to sleep and well I do feel a little tired right now, it doesn't help that what happen was I guess a bit stressful...

and anyway Peridot is being Feral and is suppose to have Doe Ears and a Tail, like Peridots end up with Deer like appearance.

Alastor ending up adopting her and having her on that very thing that we see her have on her in one of the episodes of Steven Universe, well it can be one of the ways to keep her from running off when she gets all feral...like it only comes off if she calms down and doesn't act all feral.

and even when you make the drawing big, to read what is being said...

here is what Mammon is saying...

"when did I become a Dad…? I don't remember having a kid…unless Stella has been keeping it a secret from me. oh man, do I need to marry Stella?! I'm NOT ready yet!!! I need to call Stella and tell her to pick up our little acciden-…cough I mean Son."

also in this drawing, Buttercup Utonium is 22 years old, so this is the much older future self of Buttercup.

I think I will post one more thing, than I will be heading to bed to get some sleep...I rather post it now than wait until either tomorrow or in a few days...plus if I'm able to, I may talk more about that Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss Theory that has to do with Soul-Partnership Contract...

anyway hope some find it funny that Lancer thinks that Mammon is his Dad, and making Mammon very confused...also I like the Mamtella ship between Mammon and Stella.....their ship name still sounds like a type of food you put on toast, and I don't know if many will end up using that Mamtella ship name or not, so far I'm the first to call those two by that ship name. XD

#do not reblog without permission #crossover fanart #buttercup utonium #zim invader zim #vox hazbin hotel #ember mclain #verosika mayday helluva boss #pink pearl su #soundwave transformers #peridot su #alastor hazbin hotel #lancer deltarune #mammon helluva boss #sans undertale #january 2024 #february 2024

[jacksonleavesthe0nly138472]

POV fiddleford:

Been camping before but didn't exactly like camping, mostly because of the bugs, I really don't like bugs. They scare me to death with here little exoskeleton faces and the way they move fast with here skinny legs. I would always choose making my machines for people without making any money. But today I will be camping by my own choice because I want to make sure Stanford safe. It's not like I don't want to keep my family safe too but here's something about Stanford, I started to notice him more after the break up with my ex wife. Stanford is the most handsome and stunning man I ever seen, even when he's rushing me right now and complaining like a child.

"Fiddleford we don't need pack a life worth of food" he stated as if it was the truth while waving his hands at the front door even though all I was packing was marshmallows. Was about to let this go and be responsible but being me, I yelled in annoyance "Gosh Stanford it's not like the marshmallows are going to kill you" Stanford started laughing "But you are eventually" I rolled my eyes then smiled to myself. Finally packed up everything in seconds, which was oh sooo long for Stanford to wait for.

As we were going out the door I didn't know if I forgot or Stanford didn't tell me why we were going camping, just guessed that we were looking for some monster. Thought to myself why don't I just ask, so I did "Hay ya Stanford why are we going camping anyway" Stanford raised his finger and answered in such a matter of fact way "Because Moth Man of course, silly." The name Moth Man gave me a scare until Stanford held up his journal which had a page of writing and also had a very well drawing of a realistic shadow man with bat wings, which was still scary but at least it wasn't a bug. Then I read what the journal said, come on why did the monster had to into moth's when you get in contact with it.

He puts the journal in his coat when he realised that my face looks terrified beyond belief and starts walking to find a good camping place.

Me and Stanford were walking in complete silence for such a long time, that we started walking when it was sunrise now it's sunset. It's kinda weird that for the hole time walking I never looked round to notice the forest scenery. The only thing I was focused on was how beautiful the orange red light looked on Stanford's soft mouse dark brown hair and how his skin looked so smooth but not soft at the exact same time. I was getting really tired, Stanford for some reason didn't look tired at all even after walking for a hole day being in the woods.

Once Stanford notice that I was tired he stopped and started to set up camp.

We finished setting up camp, here wasn't a lot of mosquitoes tonight but for some reason I'm not scared of mosquitoes. Luckily we were in the tent before more of them could bite. The tent that Stanford brought was small, it was big enough to fit two people but still small that it was hard to not to bump into Stanford. Don't know why Stanford cannot just buy another tent, he has enough money to buy a two story house with an basement.

It doesn't matter, what matters is getting some sleep which is hard to do with all the forest noises and the facted that we were looking for a bug monster.

Stanford tried to get me to carm down by cuddling me it did work a bit, than a loud screeching noise which just my luck it didn't sound far. I saw Stanford face trun into horror when he checked what was outside. He got up very slowly and tried to look as carm as possible but obviously failed, out of no were he kissed me before I had time process that happened.

I don't know what else to write

#fiddleauthor #gay people are real #fiddleford mcgucket #stanford pines #cringe #i don't know #love #fanfic

[nygmobblepot-trash]

I rewatched the scene where Ed saves Martin and I have to talk about it.

So did Ed or Riddler have any knowledge of Martin before this? Or did Oswald come to him in a panic begging for help?

Oswald: "Ed! Ed! I need you! They took Martin and you need to get him back!"

Ed: "...Who the hell is Martin and why do you care about them?"

Oswald: "Oh I guess you never met him. He's a child I met at an orphanage and I'm teaching him... things."

Riddler: "Nice. Better to learn things at a young age"

Ed: "Oh good you're teaching children to become criminals now. Riddler is on board with it so now you know how awful that is."

Oswald: "Okay you can argue with me on how to raise our kid later!"

Ed: "...our?"

Oswald: "Semantics! Go!"

Ed walks out the door and Oswald quickly follows a moment late when he realizes he forgot some important information: "Ed he's doesn't speak... out loud. He uses a note book to write or draw."

Ed: "Mute, Oswald. The word you are looking for is mute."

Then we have the scene in question. How and when the hell did Ed get ahold of Martin's note book? If he could get to the notebook without being seen why couldn't he just take Martin away? Like the kid always has his notebook so even if Ed waited till the kid was alone to take it the kid would see him. Do you think he snuck in while everyone was sleeping that morning and he was about to take Martin with him but Riddler was like "no this isn't extra enough" and they bickered for a good 5 minutes until Ed was like "Fine! Just shut the hell up!" Writes the instructions in the journal and peaces out. Then goes back to Oswald and tells him not to ask questions and he needs a bazooka or whatever the hell. Oswald is like "what the fuck but okay. Just don't hurt Martin." Then this fucker waits all morning for Martin to flip the page and see his instructions. He waits with binoculars watching the kitchen window waiting for him to turn the gas on. Once Martin does he waits a couple of minutes and hopes Martin reads the final note. And boom.

Oh and why I say Ed is control here is there are 0 riddles or even a note of who pulled the stunt. The explosion is the only extreme part which I do believe was Riddler's idea. He took the time to tell the kid to plug his ears. That's good ol' eddie. Then we get the best fucking part ever...

So these two have never met. Ed knows he has to explain who he is and hopefully not scare the poor kid. So what does this mother fucker go with as his opening line?

Ed walks out of the smoke. "Uncle Penguin sent me to get you." Stretches out his hand to help Martin up and gestures to the door with his head. "Come on let's get icecream."

What was the line of thinking here?

"Hmm well Oswald seemed the adopt this kid. So maybe I could go with..."

'Daddy Oswald wanted me to come get you.'

"No no I can't go with that."

'I'm a friend of Oswald's. I'm here to save you.'

"Nope. That's just a plain lie."

'Uncle Oswald.'

"Too formal."

Riddler: "What about Penguin!"

"What if he's still scared?"

Riddler: "I could teach him some riddles and the proper way to shoot a gun."

"You and Oswald should have nothing to do with children. Now look you wasted too much time, he just turned on the gas!"

Then the whole time he is getting to Martin he's trying to think what children like. In the last second it comes to him.

"Come one let's get ice cream."

'You're so smart, Ed :)'

Also I have no clue what was going on with everyone else during this time but I want to believe Gordon and Bullock just happened to walk by the icecream shop.

Bullock freezes suddenly.

Jim: "Harv?"

Bullock: "I think I'm losing it Jim. I swear I just saw Nygma having icecream."

Jim: "Why would Nygma be eating icecream?"

Harvey going back to the window: "I know what I saw Jim!"

Jim following him: "Huh. Would you look at that? Isn't that the kid that Oswald has been taking care of for Ms. Falcone?"

Bullock: "Shouldn't we do something?"

Gordon: "And deal with Oswald? No thanks."

Bullock: "...yeah and I don't like the way Ed is looking at us."

#gotham #edward nygma #nygmobblepot #oswald cobblepot

[takemebackto-eden]

EM ‘Hey Stranger’ • Chapter Twenty Six - Euclid

Chapter summary: Here comes Vecna.

content warnings: mentions of mental health (depression), mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of parental abuse / PTSD.

A/N: this chapter might be a bit confusing as its in two different locations (regular Hawkins trailer park and the upside down version of the trailer park) so I hope it makes sense!!! Also, the song isn't from the 80's but fuck it fits perfectly with the scene, its also my favourite song atm and would 100% bring me back from the upside down if I heard it lmao.

I really recommend listening to the song at the same time when reading this chapter so you get a feel for the vibe I'm going for but its totally optional! Any excuse for me to talk about Sleep Token lol.

link to song: Youtube link to Sleep Token - Euclid / can also be found at the Hey Stranger Playlist (which contains all the songs used in this series! :)

Friday / 1pm / Eddie’s trailer / 4 days left 

Nina: “Can Ozzy and Garfield stay with Sheryl, Robin and I  for a while?” 

Eddie: [confused] “Sure, why?” 

Nina: [muttering quietly] “Vecna might get them if they stay here.” 

Eddie: [amused] “Don’t think Vecna feasts on kittens, sweetheart.” 

Nina: [blushing, cute] “Just to be on the safe side.” [she picks them up and puts them in their carrier] “Don’t want anything bad happening to the children.”

Eddie: [looking at Nina fondly, amused] “So it’s fine if Vecna takes your soul and snaps your bones like a twig, but kittens are where you draw the line?” 

Nina: [tickling Garfield’s chin] “They’re our boys!” [looking at Eddie, smiling] “I just want to make sure they’re safe.” [teasingly] “Glad to see you’ve got your sense of humour back, you had me worried for a while there.” 

Eddie: [rolling his eyes, voice soft] “They’re going to be fine, and you’re going to be fine.” 

Nina: [unsure] “I know. Just to be on the safe side.” 

Eddie: [sighing] “All packed?” 

Nina: [going through her draw in Eddie’s dresser] “Nearly, yeah. I’m sorry about this, Eddie.” 

Eddie: “Don’t apologise, I want you to feel safe. It’s not safe here for you at the moment.” 

Nina: [shy] “Funny, this is usually my safe place.” [cautiously] “You’re gonna stay with me, right?” 

Eddie: “Always.” 

Nina: [picking up a tape from the drawer] “What’s this?”

Eddie: [blushing] “Erm, that was meant to be a surprise. I was making you a mixed tape. It’s not finished yet.”

Nina: [grinning] “You always said you were going to make me one.” [teasing] “I can’t wait to hear it.” [joking] “If it’s finished before my bones get crumpled like a piece of paper.” 

Eddie: [grinning] “See, we’re both making jokes about it now.” [Nina smiles at him] “That means that we’re definitely going to beat Vecna.” 

Nina: [sarcastically, bitter] “Actually it means we both have really healthy coping mechanisms and good luck in our lives.” 

Eddie: [wrapping his arms around her waist from behind] “My luck has turned I’ll have you know, the day I met you.” 

Steve: “Ugh, get a room honestly, Hawkins is about to get blown to smithereens and Nina crinkled like a leaf and you’re both still groping each other.” 

Eddie: [grinning] “See, even Steve’s got a sense of humour about it.” [Nina rolls her eyes] 

Nancy: “You guys find anything?” 

Nina: “Nah, nothing. Just packing some stuff to take home.” 

Eddie: “I’ll take them to the car.” [he picks up Nina’s bags, kisses her cheek and leaves the room] 

Robin: “You okay, honey?” 

Nina: [solemn] “Yeah, I guess.” [frustrated] “Just wish we knew what we were up against.” 

Robin: “I know.” [wrapping an arm around her, resting her head on Nina’s shoulder] “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out.” 

Eddie: “Ready to go?” 

Nina: “Yup! Oh wait, I forgot to get something from the bathroom.” 

Eddie: “You can say condoms, Nina, we’re all adults here!” 

Nina: [appalled] “Eddie! What the hell!” [muttering to herself] “And why would anyone keep condoms in the bathroom? Dumbass.” 

Jonathan: “Why are you talking about condoms- Nina? Are you okay?” 

Nina is looking at the mirror in the bathroom. 

Nina: [cautiously, afraid] “Can- Can you guys see that?” 

Robin: [coming to Nina’s side] “See what?” [looking in the mirror] “There’s nothing there.” 

Nina: [pointing at the mirror] “There’s something in the mirror.” 

Nancy: “There’s nothing in the mirror, Nina.” 

The lights in the bathroom begin to flicker and the group gasps, the flickering lights now spreading to the whole trailer. The lightbulbs begin buzzing and the electronics turning on and off; the microwave pinging, television crackling static and Eddie’s amp whining. 

Nina: [going pale] “I can see it, he’s right there.” [turning to Eddie who is stood facing her] “Eddie, can you see-“ 

Eddie’s hand reaches out to touch Nina, and as his hand rests on her arm, Eddie’s body disappears in a puff of dark smoke, as does Robin’s, Steve’s, Nancy and Jonathan’s. The trailer begins to swirl and furniture evaporates into dusty black clouds, Nina falls backwards in fright. Where Eddie once stood now stands the black figure from the mirror, it’s long claws reaching out for her. 

Vecna: “Nina….” 

Nina screams and scrambles on the floor, desperately trying to skate away from the tall figure looming before her. 

Eddie: [worried] “Nina, what’s wrong?” [he goes to reach for her again and she shuffles back in fright, he looks around at everyone, scared] “Guys, what’s happening?” 

Steve: “It’s happening again, he’s here.” [looking around, frantic] “We need music!” 

Robin: “Nina, can you hear us? We’re here, don’t worry, we’ll get you out of there!” [She reaches to touch Nina and Nina screams, backing away on the floor, hitting her head off the wall as she presses herself against it] “Somebody find some god damn music!” 

Eddie: [rushing around the trailer] “Damn it Wayne, why yesterday of all days did you decide to tidy?!” 

Nina: [blinking furiously, shaking] “Stop, make it stop!” 

The figure transforms into Nina’s Mom and she walks slowly towards Nina, crouching down to her height. 

Nina’s Mom: “Going somewhere, Nina?” 

Nina: [frightened] “Oh god, please no!” 

Robin: [shaking Nina’s shoulders] “Nina! Wake up, wake up!” [she clicks her fingers in front of Nina’s face, Nina looks straight through her, staring at nothing in the middle of the living room] 

Nina’s Mom extends her hand to stroke Nina’s hair, Nina flinches with fright. 

Nina’s Mom: “No need to be scared, it’s just me, your mom, Nina.” 

Nina: [whimpering] “Leave me alone!” 

Eddie: [pained] “Nina, can you hear me? It’s me, it’s Eddie!”

Nina’s Mom’s hand leaves her hair to wrap around Nina’s throat, Nina panics. 

Nina: “Not again, please, no!” [Nina stands and runs, hurtling fiercely out of the trailer door, tripping over her feet and landing on the wet ground with a thump] “Please, not now!” 

Eddie runs after Nina as she sprints out the door. 

Eddie: “Nina! Nina, wait, it’s just us, Nina!” [he catches up with her as she is standing motionless on the grass outside the trailer, her back to Eddie] “Nina?” [he grabs her shoulder] “Nina?” [he moves to stand in front of her and he pales] “It's happening again. Oh fuck, it’s happening again! Guys!” 

Nina is standing completely still, her eyes white and bloodshot, her body and mind unresponsive. 

In Nina’s mind it is just her and Vecna; the trailer park she’s stood in now dark and cold, the only light shining from the moon. The trailer park is deserted, the howling of the wind the only noise in their encounter. 

Venca: “I’ve been waiting for you, Nina.” 

Nina: [in the upside down] “Let me out of here, please, I don’t want to be here!” 

Vecna: [approaching her] “You can’t run from me.” 

Nina: [muttering to herself] “I’m gonna fucking try.” [she begins to sprint in the other direction, carefully weaving in between the trailers] 

Vecna: “You’re good at running, aren’t you Nina?” [Nina continues to run, turning her head occasionally in fear to see Vecna creeping slowly behind her] “Running from your feelings like you did in the woods that day,” [Nina remembers running in the forest, when Eddie found her bloody and crying] “Running from your mom in California,” [Nina remembers sitting in the airport for hours, watching the minutes on the clock tick by] “Running from letting Eddie and Robin into your life.” [Nina stops in her tracks, stunned] “But you can’t outrun this.” 

Nina: “I’m not like that anymore.” [her bottom lip quivers] “I’m better, I’m fixed now. I’m not running anymore.”  

Vecna: [bitter, venomous] “Fixed? How could you be fixed?” [condescending] “Deep down you’re still that broken little girl who cries herself to sleep at night.” [walking towards her menacingly] “You think that I don’t see you? See your pain?” 

Nina: “Stop.” 

Eddie: [shouting back to the trailer] “Get me some fucking music, now!” [looking at Nina, terrified] “Please don’t go, Nina.” 

Vecna: “It could be so easy Nina, just take my hand and I’ll make it all go away.” [Nina begins to tear up] “You think I don’t see how you hid in your room, praying it all would end-“ 

Nina: “Stop, please!” 

Vecna: “-Praying that one day your mother would push you just that little bit harder, hurt you that little bit more-“ 

Nina: [desperate] “Please! I don’t want this!” 

Vecna: “-So that she’d put you out of your misery-“ 

Nina: [clutching her chest, squeezing her eyes closed] “Stop it, get out of my head!” 

Vecna: “- So that you wouldn’t have to do the inevitable-“ 

Nina: [panicking] “It wasn’t like that, I-“ 

Robin: “Something! Anything that plays music! Right fucking now!” 

Steve and Jonathan are rushing around the trailer looking for anything to play music on, a radio, Eddie’s record player, but their minds and hands are shaking with fear. Nancy stands next to Robin, both of them watching Nina as she hangs lifelessly in the air. 

Steve pulls the stereo off the wall in the living room, chipping the wallpaper and breaking the power socket in the process, and plugs the stereo in in the nearest plug socket by the open front door. He turns the volume up full but no sound comes out. 

Back in regular Hawkins, Nina’s feet lift off the ground; her body now at least twenty feet in the air, arms spread out. 

Eddie: [pained, reaching for Nina; fingertips only inches away from her foot as she levitates above him] “Nina! Nina, please! Come back to me!” 

Steve: [slapping the stereo angrily] “Why isn’t it fucking working?” 

Nancy: “Give it here!” [She fiddles with the buttons, with the switch, no sound comes out] 

Steve: [sarcastically] “Oh yeah Nance, I forgot about your ability to manipulate electricity!” 

Eddie: “Hurry up guys!” [to himself, watching Nina] “Holy shit.” 

Nancy: [thinking out loud] “The electricity… he’s manipulating the electricity.” 

Vecna: “Nobody knows how long you lay there on your surfboard, praying nobody would find you, hoping you’d float out to sea and be done with it.” 

Nina: [screaming, distressed] “it wasn’t like that! I can’t do this! Get out, get out!” 

Vecna: “I could make it so easy for you Nina, it’d be like floating right up to heaven. We both know you’ve thought about it.” 

Nina: [screaming] “Get out of my head!” 

Robin: [watching helplessly as Nina floats in the air, her helplessness turning into determination] “Oh, fuck this!” [Robin storms into the trailer, rummaging through the clutter on the sides, finding a mixtape on Eddie’s desk] 

Robin runs back to the living room and puts the mixtape in the wireless battery radio from the kitchen and turns the volume up to the max. 

Eddie: “Robin! That’s not finished yet! I-“ 

Robin: [shouting] “I don’t care! We need music!” [Robin pushes play on the player] 

Dreams by Fleetwood Mac begins playing on the speaker. 

Eddie: [running to Robin’s side] “Wait, not that one!”  

Robin: [stressed, exasperated] “Eddie! I don’t think which song matters right now! I’m trying to save my best friend's life!” 

Eddie: “That song makes her sad, not that one!” [Eddie takes the player and skips a few songs] “This one, trust me!” [to himself] “This will bring her back.” 

Euclid by Sleep Token begins playing on the speaker, Eddie holds it in his hands like a boombox and raises it in the air. 

Nina crouches on the floor, hands over her ears and eyes closed tightly shut when she begins to hear music. 

Just run it back, give me five more minutes, 

I am thick tar on the inside burning. 

Nina: [softly] “Eddie.” [she opens her eyes] “Eddie? Robin?” [peering around] “Guys?” 

Robin: [shouting in the distance] “Nina! Come back to us! Follow the music!” 

I got a ghost in the hallway grinning and a heavy head that won’t stop turning. 

Nina: [standing up, looking around desperately] “Where are you guys? I can’t see you!” 

Vecna: [approaching her] “You won’t get away Nina-“ [Nina begins to run] “Nina!” 

If my fate is a bad collision and my mind is an open highway, 

Give me the twilight two-way vision, 

Give me one last ride on a sunset skylane. 

Nina: [sprinting, out of breath] “I’m coming! I’m coming guys! Where are you? Wait for me!” 

Call me when you get the chance, 

I can feel the walls around me closing in. 

As Nina runs through the trailer park, ghostly figures of people from her past stand in her way. 

Nina’s Mom: “You can’t run away forever, Nina.” 

Nina: [pushing the figure out the way, it dissolves in her hands] “Go away!” 

Carly: “You were a terrible friend, Nina.” 

Jessie: “I only stayed with you because I felt bad for you.” 

Nina: [annoyed, still searching for the gateway] “Oh, fuck off!” 

Just running forward, a life like wires, 

I see the past on the empty ceiling. 

Robin: [faintly] “Nina! We’re right here!” 

Steve: “Come on Nina!” 

Eddie: [pleading] “Baby, please, I love you, don’t leave me now.” 

I play along with the life signs anyway, 

But hope to god you don’t know this feeling. 

Nina’s Mom: “You were a mistake, a constant disappointment.” 

Jessie: “You are unlovable, Nina. Who would want you?” 

Yet in reverse you were all my symmetry, 

A parallel I would lay my life on, 

So if your wings won’t find you heaven, 

I will bring it down like an ancient bygone. 

Nina whimpers as she runs, running in circles at this point, running away from Vecna. She stops to catch her breath. 

Vecna: “You can’t leave us Nina, we’re a part of you now.” 

Nina turns around startled, seeing Vecna’s tall figure stand before her. 

Vecna: [raising his hand to her face, making her squirm and fight] “Join us Nina, we’ll make you whole.” 

Call me when you get the time, 

I just need to leave this part of me behind. 

Nina: [crying, desperate] “This isn’t how it’s supposed to end, please! Let me go!” 

Eddie: [faintly] “Nina! Nina please, I’m right here!” 

Nina: [finally seeing the gateway behind Vecna, eyelids fluttering with emotion, whispered] “I tried, Eddie, I’m so sorry.” 

Do you remember me, when the rain gathers? 

And do you still believe that nothing else matters?

Nina remembers lying on the couch with Eddie on the stormy night after his gig at the Hideout, how safe and peaceful she felt. 

She remembers playing in her welly boots in overflowing puddles with Robin in the summer. 

Vecna: “They’re better off without you Nina, give in to me.” 

Nina: [softly] “It’s not enough.” [looking at Vecna] “It’s not enough.” 

Vecna: [proudly] “That’s it Nina, join us, and soon you’ll be free.” 

For me, it’s still the autumn leaves, 

These ancient canopies we used to lay beneath. 

Nina is reminded of the gang carving pumpkins before Halloween, of her and Eddie watching Ozzy and Garfield play in the piles of orange leaves in the trailer park, of cosying on the couch with Eddie and the gang on their weekly movie nights. 

Nina: [being raised from the ground, tears flowing down her cheeks]  “Just a glimpse of them is not enough.” 

By now, the night belongs to you, 

This bough has broken through, 

And I must be someone new. 

Nina is reminded of the night in the caravan with Eddie, the song they danced to, the flicker of the fairy lights and the twinkle of the stars and meteors above, the way he looked at her with so much love and devotion. 

Vecna: [claw-like fingers only inches from her face] “You’re mine now.” 

Nina: [looking at the gateway] “It’s not enough.” [determined, kicking back against Vecna] “Fuck this!” [Vecna tumbled backwards, dropping Nina to the floor] “I’m coming!” 

No, for me, (just run it back give me five whole minutes, I am thick tar on the inside burning) 

Vecna: “No!”

Nina: [scrambling to her feet] “I’m coming!” 

It’s still the autumn leaves (I’ve got a ghost in the hallway grinning and a heavy head that won’t stop turning) 

Eddie: “Nina! I’m right here baby!” 

These ancient canopies (if my fate is a bad collision and my mind is an open highway) 

Robin: “Nina! We’re waiting for you! We’re right here!” 

We used to lay beneath (give me the twilight two-way vision, give me one last ride on a sunset skylane) 

Nina: [hurtling towards the gateway] “I’m coming, Robin!” 

(Just running forward, a life like wires, 

As I see the past on an empty ceiling) 

Jonathan: “You can do it Nina!” 

Nancy: “Come back to us!” 

The night belongs to you, 

Eddie: “Please baby, please. Come home.”  

(I play along with the lies and anyway, 

But hope to god you don’t know this feeling) 

Nina: “I’m coming!” 

This bough has broken through, 

Vecna watches Nina as she races through the dark trailer park.

Yet I’m reverse you were all my symmetry, a parallel I would lay my life on, 

Nina crashes through the gateway. 

I must be someone new, 

Nina’s body lets out a loud gasp as she drops from the sky to the floor. 

So if your wings won’t find you heaven, 

I will bring it down like an ancient bygone. 

Eddie: [pulling Nina’s weak, shaking body onto his lap] “Nina? Nina, can you hear me?” 

The whites of your eyes turn black in the low light, 

Nina: [softly] “Eddie…” 

In turning devine, we tangle endlessly, 

Eddie: [crying] “Oh, Nina!” [he pulls her tightly into him, his face in her neck] 

Like lovers entwined, 

Eddie: [choked] “I thought I lost you.” 

I know for the last time, 

Nina: [breathless, panting, pale] “Not getting rid of me that easily, Munson.” 

You will not be mine, 

Eddie: [clutching her desperately] “I hope not.” 

So give me the night, the night, the night.

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Harringrove Week - Day One (belated)

Prompt: Only one bed (with a twist)

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Well. This is just peachy.

Steve looks on mournfully at the space where his tent was once stood - now just a patch of flattened grass, while the tent itself billowed in tatters on a nearby tree.

Behind him, Tommy and Carol could barely contain their laughter while Billy looked on with an expression caught between amusement and fondness. From his fingers dangle a small pouch containing the pegs that would have kept Steve's tent grounded.

"Guess you're bunking with me tonight." Billy says. Honestly, he doesn't know why they just didn't share to begin with.

"My sleeping bag's ruined." Is Steve's defeated response. None of them had really expected a sudden downpour brought in by a weather front of gusts but besides Steve, they had been somewhat prepared.

Can't believe I forgot to peg it down, could have sworn I had...

Billy shrugs. "I'll open mine out and we'll share. I ain't walking back all that way just to go home. Unless you wanna sandwich yourself between those two?" He gestures to Tommy and Carol.

Share a sleeping bag? Steve feels heat creep up his neck at the thought. Tents are cramped at the best of times but what choice does he have?

After reluctantly accepting his fate, the group get a fire going for the evening and spend the rest of the night passing around joints and beer, sharing stories of past drunken shenanigans and embarrassing crushes. Tommy and Carol are the first to dip into their tent, giggling at the catcalls that trail behind them.

Now it's just Steve and Billy. In the haze of smoke and alcohol Steve had forgotten about the sleeping arrangements but as the campfire whittles down to embers, he begins to fidget and stare off into the darkness beyond.

It shouldn't be a big deal. Two friends (yes he can call Billy a friend now) sharing a tent with only one sleeping bag - this shit happens all the time right? Except Steve has recently been learning that perhaps he may have a little - or more like huge gargantuan crush on the boy who was once his enemy. So yeah, it is actually a big deal.

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Billy rising to his feet and Steve looks up in time to see his shirt ride up as he stretches his arms above his head and yawns. There is no way he is going to sleep tonight.

"Dunno about you but I'm turning in." Billy says, scratching at his stomach, seemingly unaware of Steve's gaze. "Night amigo."

"Oh," Steve swallows. "Me too."

Following Billy into the tent, Steve fumbles around in the dark for a bit, the only light coming from the torch that Billy now has in his mouth as he fiddles with the overhead lantern. Steve uses the opportunity to pull his shoes off, deciding it best to sleep in the shorts and shirt he is already wearing. Billy however, not only peels off his shirt but strips to his boxers and the warm glow of the lantern does wonders for his physique. Steve cannot pry his eyes away as Billy begins to unzip the sleeping bag so that it can be used like a blanket - every movement plays with the light and shadow, drawing Steve's gaze to every rippling muscle.

God have mercy.

"Right, done." Billy flashes a smirk, reaching up to dim the light before crawling under the cover. Steve follows suit and quickly realises that there is no escaping it - their bodies will be touching. He's almost too scared to breathe. What if Billy motives his increasing heart rate?

"Relax pretty boy."

Billy's rolled onto his side to look at Steve who is rigid and wide-eyed. "I won't bite."

Oh but please do.

Fuck.

Steve isn't sure exactly what gives him away but Billy seems to consider him a moment, eyes searching his own.

"I have a confession to make." Billy says. "I stole your tent pegs."

Steve blinks. Takes a moment to process Billy's revelation. Is suddenly pretty pissed off. "You sabotaged my tent? You asshole! What the fuck?"

Infuriatingly, Billy just laughs and Steve's about to get up and leave until a hand circles his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. "How else would I get you in my bed - well, sleeping bag."

Before Steve can react, Billy's moving, cool air hits Steve's skin momentarily and is replaced by the heat of Billy's body as he lowers himself down on top of him. Warm lips crush against his own, pressing and opening, swallowing any questions Steve has. He melts into the kiss, toes curling when Billy licks into his mouth, sucks on his tongue. It's better than any of Steve's fantasies could conjure. He can practically feel Billy burning through the fabric of his shirt, knee nudging between his thighs and god he's so hard. There's no way Billy wouldn't feel it.

Billy kisses him like a man starved of water, taking and taking every breath, whimper and sigh. His lips move across to his pulse point, wet and hungry, leaving Steve slack jawed and rasping for breath. He can't help but roll his hips upwards, not when Billy's mouth is relentless in it's assault on his neck. His body is on fire with want and it's all Steve can do not to moan when Tommy and Carol are yards away in their own tent.

Eventually, Billy pulls away and Steve marvels at how completely and utterly fucked he looks. Heavy lidded, smouldering eyes and swollen lips. Gorgeous.

"Wanted to do that for a while." Billy quietly confesses, tracing his finger over Steve's equally bruised lips. "Wanted you."

Steve shudders at the weight of the others words, breath leaving him in a burst of relief. "Took your time." He manages to croak, leaning up on his elbows to meet Billy's eyes.

Billy laughs. "Had to make sure I had at least a sliver of a chance you wouldn't freak out and reject me. Besides, now I can have fun making up for lost time... y'know? With interest."

"Promise?" Steve moves in, mumbling into Billy's lips.

"Abso-fuckin-lutely." Billy pulls away with a smirk. "But now, we sleep. The things I wanna do to you... the whole lake would hear."

Jesus Christ.

"Fine but I'm adding that your fees. For insurance purposes."

They share one last lingering kiss and then snuggle down back under the sleeping bag, Steve sighing happily as his eyes grow heavier and heavier, eventually drifting off to the sound of Billy's breathing.

-fin

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