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"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 15

Chapter 13

ALRIGHT GUYS, this is it.

This is the last chapter before Part 2. And I've already changed the ending. Lulz.

I said this in another post, i really don't know what's gonna happen over the weekend.

If Eddie dies [god forbid] in Vol 2, i don't know how i'll react. It might fuel me to make this the best damn fix-it-fic of all time, or it might throw me in a spiral of despair, unable to finish this.

No no, i'm kidding. Mostly. I will finish this no matter what, but if he does it might take me a few days to recover.

SO I posted this today because either way, it will probably be about a week before you get the next chapter. I'm sorry, please don't leave me in that time!

I'm also sorry this chapter isn't super long, but I was running out of plot leading up to the ending of Vol 1 , and I didn't wanna just start writing bullshit to fill up pages. That's not fair to anyone.

SO, here we are. I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of the ending, even though I flipped who gets stuck in the UD.

Which honestly shouldn't be that different because all the trailers we've seen she's been FINE, so obviously she gets out of the UD pretty fast.

Oh PS-- Per usual, i highly recommend listening to this song before/after/during your reading. I cannot believe I didn't use this song earlier, it's so fucking accurate.

But better late than never, right?

PPS--- Okay like 3 or 4 screen names don't work in my tag list. If they are yours, please tell me what I did wrong. Otherwise i'll give the spots to other people.

Alright here we go!

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You and Eddie had decided to head off towards the direction of his trailer, whether or not you’d make it. At least you had each other.

“....You find it weird Vecna hasn’t said anything to us lately?” you asked him.

“What are you doing?!” Eddie hissed as his eyes darted around frantically. “He could hear you!”

“Baby,” you gave him a look. “He can hear us no matter what, and he hasn’t said shit, like I said!”

“Still,” he took your hands and continued to walk with you down the streets of Upside Down Hawkins.

“But seriously!” “What else has got his attention?!” You asked again, looking up to the sky.

“Can we maybe not, think about the monster that’s going to kill us all right now? Focus on us?”

“Us?” You gave him a surprised smile. “There’s an ‘us’?”

“Are you for real right now, Princess?” he laughed sarcastically.

“Well, you never exactly asked me to be your girlfriend, Munson,” you teased him with a tongued smile.

“I proposed!” He reminded you.

“Almost proposed,” you clarified.

“I gave you a fuckin’ ring, Y/N,” He held up your hand, but the ring was gone. “What the--?”

“Oh my god,” You gasped, immediately looking around. “Oh my god, no--”

“Babe I’m pretty sure it’s long gone by now,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “Think about all the shit we’ve been through in the last two days,”

“Oh god,” you whimpered, realizing he was right. You stopped looking around and looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry Eddie,”

“Hey, don’t be,” he pulled you into a tight hug, your head up against his chest. “It’s not your fault,”

“It was your favorite though!” you cried upseteddly.

“Nahhhh, it definitely wasn’t,” he shook his head with a smile, holding out his right hand. “THIS is my favorite,”

You recognized it immediately.

“Eddie…” you bit your lip. “Y-You still have that?”

“Are you kiddin’?” He laughs, kissing the top of your forehead. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten,”

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Eddie’s 14th Birthday

“....Happy birthday dear Eddie, happy birthday to you!”

“And many mooooreee,” you added with a giant flourish.

“God be more lame, please,” Eddie blushes as he looks around the diner, making sure no one heard your god-awful singing.

“Shut up and blow out your candles before you get wax on those pancakes!” you hit him softly.

Two candles on a stack of pancakes wasn’t ideal for a birthday cake, but Eddie appreciated any effort you gave him. God knows no one else did. Eddie sighed and blew out the candles, to which you promptly started loudly cheering and clapping.

“Yaaaay!!!” you giggle as Eddie shoots daggers at you for making such a show of yourself.

“I hate you,” he grumbled.

“You love me,” you teased, but both of you stopped as soon as the words left your lips. You just stared at each other while Eddie tried to suss out how serious you were being, and you were mentally kicking yourself for even joking about it.

“...Anyway,” he coughed awkwardly as he cut himself a bite of pancake. “You really didn’t have to do this, Y/N,”

“Well of course I did Eddie,” you began cutting yourself your own piece. “It’s the last birthday I’ll have a chance to,”

“You act like I’m going off to war, Princess,” He chuckled as he stuffed his face with pancakes.

“High school is war Eddie,” you held out your fork making a point. “Everyone knows that,”

“Right,” he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up and open your present,” you took a small box from your purse and placed it on the table, sliding it towards him.

“...I thought this was the present,” He gestures arounds the booth that had been decked out with balloons and streamers, and the Pan “Birthday” Cake.

“Uh no, this is the party doofus,” you shook your head.

“Some party Princess,” he gestures around the empty booth.

“Well I can’t help it that people find you weird,” You pulled

“US weird,”

“Oh people like me fine,” you teased. “It’s just you,”

“...Right,” he nodded with a small, soft laugh. “Well, I guess you’ll have a hell of a good time next year without me then, huh?”

“Eddie,” you held out your hand, realizing you had stuck your foot in your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like--”

“Yeah I know,” he shrugged it off as he took the box from you. “So, what’s this? It’s pretty small. Spend too much money on the party--??”

He stops teasing you when he pulls out the ring. It shines brightly, reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights of the diner. He looks at it for several seconds before speaking, just admiring it.

“....You don’t like it,” You said softly.

“W-What?” He’s knocked from his trance. “No, I-I love it,”

“Oh don’t patronize me Eddie--” You started to take it back.

“No,” he grabs both of your hands, making you look at him. He looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him; he even looks like he might cry.

“I love it, Y/N, It’s…it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” he could barely whisper, refusing to cry in public.

“Really?” you bit your lip, doing your absolute damndest not to look at his lips at that moment. His hands holding yours with that look on his face, it felt like the most intimate situation you two had ever been in since you’d known him.

“Really,” he rubs the tops of your hands with his thumbs, the ring already on his finger. “It’s like an elvish ring,”

“Um….okay,” you smiled nervously, not understanding what he was saying, but not caring as long as your hands were in his.

You two just sat there in that booth, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.

“Eddie, I um--” This was it, you were going to tell him how you really felt. How you’d always felt.

“Yeah…?” His eyes widened a bit, hoping you were going to make this the most perfect birthday by saying the words he’d waited to hear his whole life.

“I--”

“Y/N!!!” All of a sudden your little brother was calling your name. Eddie instantly dropped your hands and stuffed them back under the table.

“Shit,” you muttered as a ten year old Dustin came running up to the table.

“Did you forget you were supposed to take me to the arcade or what?” Dustin whined. “I’m tired of sitting over there by myself,”

“Dammit Dustin!!” you snapped at him. His eyes instantly went to those huge puppy dog size, big crocodile tears forming in his eyes.

“....I’m sorry,” you sighed, ruffling his hair before giving Eddie an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Eds. I need to--”

“Yeah, yeah sure I get it,” he nodded in understanding, nodding at your brother. “Sup Dust?”

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded back at him awkwardly. They didn’t really know each other yet.

“Alright you, let’s go,”

You scooted out of the booth and took your brother’s hand, giving one last longing look at Eddie

who was now admiring his ring with a huge smile.

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“I should’ve said something then,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” Eddie asked you seriously.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why are you forcing these trips down memory lane, when you know they all lead to the same place?” he elaborated.

“What are you--”

“You realize what all your little ‘memories’ have in common?” He snapped. “They’re all moments where we came ‘this’ close to being together, but inevitably one of us chickens out, or gets interrupted, or something else!”

“Well yeah but--”

“I don’t wanna look back at that!” He kicked a rock angrily. “I don’t wanna focus on the fact that we could’ve been together so much longer, that we wasted all this time,”

“Eddie--”

“No!” He shakes his head as he grabs your face. “What matters is that we know now. That we’re together now. That I love you, now,”

“Oh just now?” you half laugh, trying to ease the tension.

“You know what i mean, Y/N” he gave you a look.

“Yeah, I know…” you looked down as you played with your fingers.

“So what are you doing, huh?” he asked again.

“I don’t--” you looked up at him, confused.

“You wanna know what I think?” He answered his own question.

“I know you’re gonna tell me--”

“I think you wanna bring these up so you can ‘atone’,” he accused. “You think that one of us or both of us is gonna die, and you wanna apologize and get everything off your chest before we do,”

“Eddie…”

“And I’m not accepting that, do you hear me?” He moved his hands to your face. “I’m not letting you give up on me, not now. We’re not rolling over and accepting death. We’re gonna go make it to this portal and get the fuck out of here,”

“Baby…”

“No!” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Knock it the fuck off,”

“Okay okay,” you put your hands on his face now, trying to calm him down.

“Good,” he sighed as you moved your hands to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.

“So, what now?” you asked into his t-shirt.

“Whaddya mean ‘what now’?” He rolled his eyes at the question, stroking your hair while your face remained on his chest.

“Well what are we gonna talk about now, goof?” You shook your head with a laugh as you started to pull him along, resuming your journey.

“Hmmmm, well--” He pretended to think. “Let’s talk about the future, y’know when we get out of here, which we will,”

“Oh?” You smiled in amusement. “Thought you didn’t wanna talk about our imaginary kids,”

“Okay we don’t have to go that far,”he blushed. “ Just like…y’know, after all of this,”

“You mean, next week?” you clarified warily.

“....Maybe…” his voice sank, the reality of your situation sinking in. Even if you did both survive this, Vecna, the world ending; you still had to deal with the fact that technically you lived almost 200 miles away from each other.

“I don’t…” you played with his fingers interlaced with yours as you walked. “I don’t know…”

“Yes you do,” he nodded his head sadly. “You have to go back to school,”

“Well, yeah obviously,” you half laughed.

“And you’ll just forget about me again, and I’ll see you when you graduate,” he added in a mopey tone.

“Seriously, Eddie?” You dropped his hand and stopped walking. “You really think--”

“Well what else are you gonna do, huh Y/N?” he was suddenly getting very defensive, suddenly feeling as if walls were closing in on him.

“Okay first you don’t want me to start ‘atoning’ for mistakes, and now you’re accusing me of making more before they even happen?!” you had to laugh at the situation, it was ridiculous.

“No, but--”

“For fuck’s sake Eddie, I almost died for you! You really think I’m just gonna go home next week and forget the love of my life?” you gestured to your leg for emphasis.

“I just--”

“I love you, Eddie Munso,” you pulled him close to you, stepping on a curb to be taller. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go again, do you hear me?”

“Yeah…” he nodded softly.

“It’s me and you, okay?” You tugged on his shirt. “This is it,”

“Alright so what do you think is gonna happen?” he challenged you, not fully accepting your cookie cutter solution.

“Well,” you pulled him on the curb as you started to walk again. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“To Chicago?” he laughed. “How am I gonna do that, if I’m in my millionth senior year?”

“You realize there are things called GED’s, right babe?” you asked.

“Yeah, you think I don't know that?” he grumbled. “But I don’t wanna just give up,”

“Seriously?” You half laughed. “You’d rather sit here in Hawkins for another three months to prove something to people? You?”

“Well, why not?!” he argued. “You don’t think I deserve to walk across that stage and flip off the principal?”

“Eddie,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on,”

“Come on what?!” he threw his hands up.

“Why do you need to--”

“Because everyone in this town thinks that I can’t do this, and I wanna prove them wrong!” He gestured wildly.

“Just now, all of a sudden?” you didn’t mean to laugh, but the thought was idiotic to you.

“Excuse me?” he looked at you seriously offended.a

“Eddie you’ve been there three years longer than you��re supposed to be,” You half laughed. “Why now all of a sudden is it so--”

“Wow,” he scoffed with a hurt laugh. “Wow, okay,”

“Eddie come on--” you reached for him but he jerked away.

“NO,” He shouted. “I just want--”

“Why does it matter what anyone else thinks about you but me?” you exclaimed in distress.

“Because you weren't around, Y/N!” he barked back.

“Wha--”

“I spent years trying to not care about what you thought of me, d’ya get that?” He laughed tearfully. “I spent years trying to downplay the shit you and your sheeple friends would say about me, do to me,” His blood began to boil just thinking about it.

“So excuse me if your opinion isn’t going to be the ‘only one that matters’!” he sputters angrily.

“Eddie, I--”

“Y’know, honestly at this point your brother’s opinion should matter to me more than yours does!” he cut you off. “He’s been nothing but nice to me, hell he admires the shit out of me! Shouldn’t you want me to impress him? Set a good example to him by walking across that stage, not giving up?”

“Oh yeah, Eddie,” you laughed. “I really think you flipping off the principal after a lifetime of senior years is a great example--”

“SHUT UP!!!” He screamed, causing you to flinch.

“Eddie--”

All Eddie could focus on in that moment was how condescending you were being. Telling him he was wrong, like you always did. Like how you always had. Like you always would be, until the day he died.

“No, this is always what it comes down to, Princess,” he wasn’t backing down this time. “You think you’re better than me. You will always think you’re better than me. No matter what I do, or say, or how much you claim to love me, that will be always be true,”

“No it won’t!” you protested.

“Yes it will!” He started to walk away from you. “We’re never gonna be on equal ground in your mind, ever,”

“This isn’t you,” you trailed after him. “You know I’m not like that, not really,”

“Maybe I do, and I’ve just been pretending you’re not because I was so idiotically happy that you finally seemed to feel the way that I have,”

“That is so ridiculous--” you dismissed his thought.

“SEE?” He raised his voice again. “You’re still doing it!”

“Eddie you’re ridiculous,” he mocked you. “Eddie that’s stupid. Eddie you’re a fucking moron!”

“I’m not saying that,” You jogged quickly to catch up to him and stopped him. “I’m saying listen to yourself: Two minutes ago you got pissed that I kept dragging up memories that I felt bad about. You got mad for me trying to-- atone, or whatever,”

Eddie looked away, trying not to accept what you were saying.

“And now I think I'm better than you? Th-That all of this has been some kind of sick prank? Like I have been risking my life for the past two days to just-- what, make you feel like a moron?”

Eddie knew you were right, deep down he knew that. But for some reason all he could think about was how cruel you had been to him in High School, how you had always been too good for him. That none of this was real.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore--” He shoved past you and kept walking.

You knew what you had to do-- you knew this wasn’t Eddie This was Vecna, finally getting to him. It made sense since he had connected with him earlier, now he had a hold on him. But what were you going to do? You didn’t exactly have a band, or a record player. And you wondered if the same song would work on two people.

Then you had an idea.

“I can’t fight this feeling any longer…” you started to softly sing, making Eddie stop in his tracks.

“And yet I’m still afraid to let it show.” You kept singing, tears choking your throat as you mentally willed him to turn and look at you.

“What started out as friendship has grown stronger…” you started walking towards him. “I only wish I had the strength to let it show,”

The lyrics were so hauntingly accurate, you knew this could probably be your song. It was your song. And it was the song that was going to bring him back to you.

“I tell myself that i can’t hold out forever,” you walked closer, he still refused to look at you. “I said there is no reason for my fear,”

“Yeah right,” Eddie mumbled with a sad laugh, Vecna’s voice still in his ears.

“Because I feel so secure when we’re together,” you were approaching him closely now, taking his hand softly as you stepped in front of him.

“You give my life direction, you make everything so clear…”

Eddie felt his anger shifting as he saw the sincerity in your eyes and truth in your words.

“And even as I wander, I’m keeping you in sight,” he felt himself singing softly back to you, thinking about all the years you had lost. The years you were so close yet so far from each other. And deep down he knew he had never given up on you, not for one second.

“You’re a candle in the window, on a cold dark winter’s night,” you took both hands in his now, sincerely meaning the words you were singing.

He had always been a beacon to you, even when you had tried to deny it. He had always been there in the back of your mind, keeping you from ever being truly as awful as the rest of your ‘sheeple’ friends.

“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might…” you both sang together, holding tightly to each other’s hands now.

God this song would’ve been so perfect to actually admit your feelings to one another before all of this bullshit had gone down. You could have stood up at your graduation and sang it to him. Hell, you could have stood up at any dance or school function and sang this to him. You could have announced to the world that you, Y/N, captain of the cheer squad, valedictorian, all american girl, were in love with Eddie Munson, the ‘freak’.

“And I can't fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for,”

You couldn’t believe how stupid you had been, trying to fight your feelings for him. For not fighting for him, for you, for the two of you. Why you hadn’t just said what you were really feeling, telling them to go to hell. But you were saying it now, and you were saying it to fight for him. Fighting for him against something far more nefarious than a bunch of white-bread Americana sheeple.

You took his face in your hands, looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes as you sang the last line of the chorus, needing him to hear you more than ever.

“And if I have to crawl across your floor, come crashing through your door. Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore,”

WIth those words, Vecna’s hold on Eddie was relinquished. He grabbed your face in his hands now and pulled you into a long, luxurious, kiss. You both stood there for a while just exploring each other’s mouths, being taken back to the moment you had kissed for the first time.

When you both had been so relieved to see the other alive, knowing how you felt about each other. When your lips had finally cascaded against one another after almost a decade of wanting, waiting, yearning.

And now here you were again, all of those feelings coming back at once. It was as if you started again, feeling like you had almost lost him in those five minutes Vecna had a hold on him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours as tears dripped down his cheeks, his mind clear of any bad thoughts.

“No, I'm sorry,” you shook your head with your own tears falling down. “If I hadn’t made you feel that way Vecna wouldn’t have anything to hold onto,”

“You do whatever you feel you need to do, Eddie,” you went on.

“I just-- I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here again, not for any reason or any amount of time. I just want-- need, us to be together as much as we possibly can, because I lost so much time with you and I don’t wanna lose any amount of time with you, ever, ever again,”

“I know, i know,” he pulled you closer as you cried into his chest.

“And I want to stay here with you, I do. I just--” You cried.

“No,” he pulled you back to face him.

“No, don’t you think for one second of just-- dropping out, to stay here with me. That is the absolute one thing I have dreaded about us being together, me holding you back,”

“You don’t--” you put a hand to his face.

“Maybe not now, but if you do that it will actually be true, yeah?” He gave you a sad smile. “So you-- you do what you have to do, and I’ll do the same. And we’ll--”

“I’ll come back for you, Eddie,” You cut him off, knowing he was having his doubts. “I swear to God, as soon as school ends I will be right back here,”

“Hopefully not here,” he joked, gesturing around you.

“You know what i mean,” you hit him lightly.

“Yeah, I do, Princess,” he smiled, kissing you again. “And who knows, maybe this summer I might just come to you, being a free man and all,”

“I love you, Eddie,”

“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, kissing you once again. “Now let’s get the hell out of here,”

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Eddie’s Trailer

Dustin, Max, and Lucas all paced around Eddie’s living room, the gaping portal hole in the middle of all of them.

“Where are they?” Dustin worried out loud.

“I mean, they were walking on foot Dustin,”

“But still,” he paced unnervingly. “I just want them--”

Suddenly sounds of running and chattering interrupted his thought. All three of them looked down to see Nancy, Steve and Robin running to the opening in the ceiling.

“Where is Y/N and Eddie?” Dustin immediately noticed his sister was missing.

The three of them looked at each other awkwardly, trying to figure out what exactly to say to him, and who would say it.

“Dust…” Steve stepped up, knowing him the best out of the three of them.

“No,” Dustin shook his head, refusing to hear whatever he was about to say. “No, don’t say it,”

“She didn’t…” Steve tried again.

“Shut up,” Dustin spoke over him.

“She didn’t make it,” He finished.

“Yeah I think that was obvious, Steve,” Robin hit him lightly.

“But what about Eddie?” Lucas asked.

“He uh,” Steve looked at the two girls. “He wanted to stay with her--”

“Stay with her?!” Max gasped out of nowhere. “He wanted to stay with a dead body?!”

“MAX!!!!” Lucas hit her violently, gesturing to Dustin who was silently imploding, trying to take everything everyone was saying in.

“So you’re telling me I’ve lost my sister, and my best friend--?” Dustin stammered.

“I’m not your best friend?” Steve blurted out.

“REALLY, Steve?” Max scoffed.

“...It just came out,” He muttered, embarrassed.

“NOT the point!” Dustin yelled.

“You just let him stay there with-- with Y/N?” He couldn’t bear to refer to you as just a body.

He was dying inside, trying like hell to keep it together. You were more of a best friend to anyone in the vicinity at that moment. You had been his first friend, his big sister. You taught him everything. His ABC’s, how to count, what made the perfect burger and pizza, which ice creams were good and which were downright toxic.

He had waited for what seemed like forever for you to come home from Chicago, wanting to ask you about girls. He knew you’d be reluctant, but he wanted to tell you all about Suzy. You had been the first person he wanted to tell in the first place. But when he called your dorm the person who answered said you were out, and then never gave you the message.

He had felt the two of you growing apart since you had left, and it would have killed him if he hadn’t been so busy with the literal apocalypse happening every other minute of the day. He wanted to keep you from it, from all of this. For this exact reason. He didn’t want you involved because he couldn’t lose you, and now his worst nightmare had happened.

“We tried to--” Robin tried to explain to Dustin how they had pleaded with Eddie to come with them while he lay there sobbing, holding your ‘dead’ body. His anguished cries were forever burned into her brain as they tried dragging him away from you.

He was bigger than all of them, even an inch or two on Steve, so he had easily ripped away from their grasp and ran back to your side, cradling you in his arms. She had finally been the one to beg Nancy and Steve to just let him be. She couldn’t take hearing him cry anymore, it was too tortuous.

“Dustin we really tried to--” Robin tried telling him.

“No,” he stopped them, moving away from the hole. “No I don’t wanna hear anymore, do you hear me?!”

“Okay can we just focus on getting the rest of us out of here, please?” Nancy had enough of all of the drama. She just wanted to be back in the real world.

“Jesus Nancy, way to be empathetic,” Robin scoffed under her breath.

“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands up. “I’m sorry I’m tired of being in this god-forsaken place. I’m sorry if I'm a tad anxious when I’m literally steps away from freedom!”

“Alright alright,” Steve put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Okay, we’re getting out okay?”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, rubbing his hands on her shoulder.

“Do you have something to get us out guys?” Steve asked the kids.

“Yeah,” Lucas grabbed the ‘rope’’ Dustin had made since Dustin was busy having a crisis over you and Eddie.

He threw it up into the ceiling, and to their shock and amazement it stuck. In the Upside Down, he had thrown it ‘down’ to the group for them to climb.

“That is so trippy!” Robin gasped. “Okay who’s first?”

“Ladies first,”

“Nance,” Robin pointed at her.

“Thank you,” She smiled gratefully as she pulled herself up the rope and into Eddie’s living room, crashing onto the mattress they had put in front of the hole.

“Alright Robin, c’mere,” Steve nodded to her as she followed Nancy.

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Meanwhile

You and Eddie were reaching the entrance to the Trailer Park, when you saw the portal and the group starting to go through it.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. He didn’t waste any time grabbing your hand and sprinting towards the portal. “Let’s go baby, let’s go!”

You were practically howling in pain as Eddie pulled you through the park, your leg throbbing in pain. BUt you did your best to keep up with him, lest he drop you and leave you there. Though you knew he’d never actually do that.

“HEY! GUYS! WAIT UP!” Eddie screamed across the park, hoping to get their attention.

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At The Portal

Steve was about to head up the rope when they all heard Eddie screaming. Even Dustin could hear it from across the trailer. He leaped up off the couch and ran to the portal.

“Steve!” He yelled. “Steve who was that?!”

“It’s Eddie,” Steve answered in disbelief, staring at the two of you racing towards them. “...And Y/N!”

“She’s alive?!” Dustin began to cry happy tears, he didn't care who saw them. You were alive.

“She’s alive!” Steve smiled up at him. “And they’re coming! They’re gonna make it!”

“Thank God,” Dustin breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his tears away.

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You and Eddie were still almost to the portal where Steve was yelling encouraging words to you both.

“Come on guys, you can do it!” He called.

You could hear your brother yelling for you, tears in his voice. “Y/N!! Y/N I’m here!!!!”

You began to smile at Eddie, who was thinking the same thing: You were gonna make it out of here. Together.

You were so elated in thinking about getting out of there you didn’t notice a rock in your path. You tripped on it just before reaching Steve, sending you sailing on top of it, banging your head against it. It knocked you out cold.

Eddie had the inertia of still running when you toppled over the rock, releasing your hand from his grapes unintentionally as he stoped a few feet away from you.

“Shit!” He began to panic, about to run to your side. But something stopped him.

Before he could make a move, Vecna appeared in front of him, blocking your unconscious body from his view.

“I don’t think so,” He wagged a finger.

Everyone gasped and gaped in horror as they watched Vecna physically pick up your body and throw it over his veiny shoulder.

“You tell Eleven if any of you want to see your friend alive, she’ll come to me,” He smirked.

“What the--” Eddie began to panic, looking at Steve and up at his friends, then back to Vecna.

“We don’t know how to find her!!!” Dustin screamed down to Vecna.

“Well, you’d better pray you figure out a way,” He chuckled darkly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Y/N and I need to get better acquainted,”

He ran a gray finger down your thigh, smelling you with a perverted smirk.

“You SON OF A---” Eddie started to make a run at him, but Steve held him back as hard as he could.

“Don’t you fucking TOCH HER!!!” He screamed, angry tears stinging his eyes.

His cries fell on deaf ears, as Vecna began to float back up into the sky with a mighty evil laugh, disappearing into the red horizon.

‘What just--” Dustin looked down at Steve and Eddie. “What just happened?”

How were they going to save you now?

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x you angst #protect eddie munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things 4 #stranger things #spring break 86 #Spotify

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With all this food discourse happening I’d like to remind everyone that Indiana’s state pie is the Sugar Cream Pie and even people WHO LIVE IN INDIANA don’t know what it is and I think that’s hilarious as hell. Anyway, here’s a poll.

(Chess pie is not the same, it has butter, eggs, & an acid in it, plus you guys have the wherewithal to put vanilla and other flavorings in it. Sugar cream pie is literally that: sugar, milk, heavy cream depending on the recipe, a little bit of flour for thickening. THATS IT. No salt, no vanilla, no cinnamon, nothing. It’s BORING AS SHIT but it is SO FUCKING GOOD)

Recipe under the cut if you’d like to try making this in your own home! (And its MY recipe, not the boring official one that tastes like sugary milk. You will have vanilla & cinnamon & nutmeg. But leave those out for the Real Hoosier Experience™️)

Ingredience:

One pie crust, or enough pie crust dough for one shell (if you’re a masochist, feel free to make your own! But I will not shame you if you just buy frozen shells from the grocery store.)

1 cup sugar

1/2 cup AP flour (preferably unbleached, but whatever you have will work)

1 cup half-and-half*

1 cup heavy cream*

A pinch of salt

1 tsp vanilla extract (do yourself a favor and get the real stuff, not the imitation garbage. trust me.)

2 tsp (or whatever your soul tells you) ground cinnamon

1 tsp nutmeg for in the filling, some more to dust the top (another Pro Tip from Ya Boy: get whole nutmeg and a zester or spice grinder. Fresh nutmeg is MUCH better than the pre-ground stuff.)

*Here's a hot tip with this: half and half is half heavy cream, half milk. So, you can use 1.5 cups heavy cream and a half cup of milk (I Am Begging You To Use Whole Milk)

Now, here's what you do WITH all of those Ingredients™️

Step 1: Blind bake your pie crust based on the instructions on the package, or the instructions for your favorite recipe. Chances are you'll prick the bottom of the pie crust a whole bunch, then if this is fresh/homemade dough you'll chill it for about a half an hour. You'll probably preheat your oven to 375°F, line your pie crust with a sheet of parchment paper (or foil if you're in a pinch, but do NOT use wax paper), then fill the crust with pie weights, dried beans, or uncooked rice you do not intend to cook. You'll bake it until the crust starts to get brown around the edges, probably about 15 minutes. Once that's GBD, take it out of the oven, put it on a rack, and remove the parchment paper and weights.

Step 2: the filling! In a bowl (hot tip: get a bowl bigger than you think you'll need. You always need a bigger bowl) you want to combine the flour, sugar, salt, cinnamon, and nutmeg first, then add in the half-and-half, cream, and vanilla. Once that's combined and nice n smooth, pour that bad boy right into your pie crust.

Step 3: Cook the thing! Yeah, already. Bake it in that same 375°F oven until the filling is juuuuuuust set, but still jiggles when you tap it on the side. This will probably take about 1 hour and 30 minutes, but keep an eye on things! Take it out and put it on a cooling rack. I personally recommend sprinkling some more nutmeg on top while it's still a little bit jiggly and hot so it'll stick, but you can also wait until it's cool and sprinkle it on right before you eat it. Or you can skip the nutmeg entirely, it’s up to you, I’m not the nutmeg cops.

Let that cool completely before you cut into it, then enjoy! I recommend keeping it in the fridge, but while you're cooling it, leave it on the counter or the filling'II get weird. You don't want it to cool TOO fast.

#tori says things #max says things #reblog for bigger sample size etc etc etc

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gokkyfanboy · 2 years

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3 5 8 9 10 11 12 13 17 20 ^_^!!

ty ty!! Ill do leon czolgosz (which was probably expected)

I already answered #3 on Nat’s ask, so Ill skip to #5

“What is the most ridiculous statement on them you have ever read?”

An official statement? Probably the people who go “yeah, the whole family’s mentally ill because they’re emotional”, like dude ?? what?? Or the time he met Emma Goldman and walked her to a train and she showed him some of her anarchist friends and was like “what the fuck does this guy want?” to her friend. First one is ridiculous because it’s just dumb, the second one I find funny

“When did you hear of them for the first time and what was your first impression?”

Hhhhh okay this is gonna sound weird: but Assassins the Musical. It was in my youtube recommendations, and I was like “huh! This guy’s got a point, some men do have everything and some have none and that is by design! Absolutely based, who is this man I need to learn more?” And I started to learn about him

“What is your favourite depiction of them (e.g. in painting, sculpture etc.)?”

I don’t really have one.

“What is your favourite quote by/about them?”

Hmmmm probably “I didn’t believe one man should have so much service and another man should have none”, it’s stuck with me for years

“What is your favourite portrayal of them in fiction (e.g. movies, novels etc.)?”

Reaper’s version of Leon. He’s just doing his own little thing, and is kinda funny. He’s the exact opposite of irl!Czolgosz, but I think he’s cool. I plan on reading some historical fictions on him later in the year (Once I’m done with Manhunt & some bookclub things)

“Let us know the three best books about your favourite historical figure!”

I only really read Manner of Man That Kills on archive.org </3, sorry

“If you had the chance to meet them, what is the first thing you would ask them?”

“How do you pronounce your last name?” I think all of us would ask that. But after that I’d become insufferable and ask a million of questions and such

“Is there a song that reminds you of them?”

I don’t think any of them remind me of him. I also have a bad memory and might’ve just forgotten haha

“What is your favourite possession that refers to your favourite historical figure (e.g. statue, book etc.)?”

I HAVE NOTHING 😭😭😭😭

#leon czolgosz #history #asks

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Ok so I’m into the dreamer trilogy and haven’t read the Raven cycle...what is Declan’s characterisation/journey there?

THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST ASK I’VE EVER RECEIVED. IMAGINE I’M STANDING WITH MY ARMS SPREAD USING DIFFERENT VOICES AND HAND GESTURES TO REENACT THIS STORY FOR A RESENTFUL CAPTIVE AUDIENCE

also declan’s TRC storyline is like. equal parts horribly fucking sad and unbelievably fucking hilarious so. i will try to strike a Balance

FIRST OFF. there is exactly one (1) declan POV chapter in the entire series. it happens toward the end of the last book. up until then, everything we know about him comes from the observations and narration of others.

he is also a very minor character. his importance grows throughout the series, but almost all of his actions happen offscreen. it’s not until the last book that we know exactly how much he’s been dealing with the whole time.

when he’s introduced in the first book, he appears as a plot device. here is a two-dimensional horrible controlling hardass who doesn’t give a shit about anything but his future political career. look at his fake, smug fucking grin. how did someone like ronan end up with a brother like him?? doesn’t matter. it’s a convenient excuse for ronan to live with his best friend in a drafty warehouse, which means more room for YA hijinks!

declan’s introduction scene is Embroiled in Capital-D Douchebaggery. according to the narration (from gansey and adam), he loves to fuck women and then never call them back, cozy up to powerful people, and bitch about how ronan’s ruining his life by being sad about their dead parents. SOME people can just get over their dead parents, ronan!

this intro scene is also Extremely Funny i 100% recommend reading it even if u don’t read the actual series. ronan makes a nasty comment, declan goes “why are you the way that you are” and tries to salvage his date, gansey utters the phrase “man whore”

then later that night things go like. actually bad.

declan shows up at the same pizza place where ronan is with his friends. this scene is gansey pov. gansey runs out to the parking lot to find the two of them Very Literally Trying To Kill Each Other. you don’t see that violence in cdth - there’s only the TINIEST shadow of it when declan confronts ronan over matthew - so i Cannot Express Enough that someone is going to end up hospitalized at BEST. ronan’s already slammed declan’s head on the car, declan’s already grabbed ronan and beaten the shit out of his face, like.

you do not get good old-fashioned Declan Lynch At His Actual Worst in cdth. u might be thinking, THAT guy???? doing THIS????

oh yeah. things are real bad between declan and ronan.

after gansey breaks up the fight (and gets punched in the face for his trouble, albeit accidentally), declan tells ronan that their dad would be fucking ashamed to see him now & that he’s washing his hands of it & basically if ronan wants to go off and fucking die, he can.

this is like. just a couple months after the magical suicide attempt referenced in cdth

in the aftermath of that scene it becomes clear that ronan absolutely unequivocally 100% will kill himself if he has to live with declan. hence. why he’s living with gansey instead. gansey spends that whole night petrified that the declan altercation will lead to another attempt, and for Good Reason

so like, that’s how we first meet declan. he’s an uncaring wannabe corporate asshole who does not give a fuck and who only exists to exacerbate ronan’s mental health issues.

but then the opening of book 2 gets real interesting.

book 2 is where we start learning more about the lynch family. we learn that ronan’s father was a dreamer who sold his creations on the black market, we learn that that’s why he was murdered. we learn that ronan’s a dreamer too. we learn that there are very powerful people looking for the greywaren, an artifact that takes objects from dreams. those powerful people just don’t realize it’s a person, yet.

so here’s the assassin who killed niall lynch.

he goes to declan’s dorm.

with everything we know about declan, the kid should be completely unprepared. he can box, but the assassin knows that, so there’s no real advantage. he’s alone, and he doesn’t have an escape route.

declan pulls out a gun.

this is an unexpected turn of events.

unfortunately he ends up getting beaten half to death with the butt of said gun, because he loses the ensuing physical struggle for the weapon. the assassin is like, i need the greywaren. declan is like, i know it exists but i don’t know what it is. i’ll find it for you. i’ll get it to you. then you’ll leave me the fuck alone

now with everything we know of declan at this point - his attitude toward ronan, his general demeanor, and this new knowledge that he knew about the black market - there’s one obvious question.

will declan sell ronan out if he finds out about the dreaming.

and like, okay. their relationship is antagonistic in cdth but it is NOT what it is in trc. believe me when i tell you that at that point, when you’re reading, you can pretty reasonably go, “oh, god. oh god. oh god please no one ever tell declan what the greywaren is. oh god.”

declan has some other interactions with ronan and the gang throughout the book, mostly where he’s just a hardass who tells ronan to stop causing trouble. adam’s the only one who notices that declan is scared. like bone-deep shaking to the core petrified. about Something.

probably getting beaten to within an inch of his life by the man who murdered his father. that’s the reasonable reader conclusion.

so imagine how everything changes when you find out that declan already knows. that declan’s known about ronan’s dreaming for longer than ronan has. that declan knew exactly what and who the greywaren was, and he lied to a man who was ready to torture him for information, and he got away with it.

suddenly a lot of things recontextualize.

“keep your head down and stop making trouble”? people are gonna NOTICE your magic bullshit, ronan, we do not have time for this!

“stop hanging with that loser druggie friend of yours”? you mean the loser druggie friend who sells on the magic black market and doesn’t care about protecting himself or anyone else?

“i got super weird for no reason about ronan sleeping close to adam”? i don’t have fucking TIME to be homophobic i’m busy with your POTENTIAL TO MANIFEST NIGHT TERRORS IN FRONT OF WITNESSES IN BROAD DAYLIGHT

“i’ll find out what the greywaren is and bring it to you”? i’ll die. i’m making a bargain to die. i’m never giving you the greywaren and i know you’re going to kill me about it and that’s fine as long as my brothers are safe

ronan doesn’t know that he dreamed matthew. declan knows. he’s known the whole time. declan tells ronan in book 3. and then things recontextualize even further, because ronan’s death is also matthew’s, and matthew IS close to declan in trc.

but declan never tells the goddamn truth unless it’s his last option. he doesn’t tell ronan that he knows about the dreaming and he doesn’t tell ronan what specifically wants to hurt him and the lack of communication fucking destroys both of them.

in the last book, ronan realizes declan loves him.

more than that, he realizes declan’s loved him the whole time.

this is when declan finally tells the truth. things are getting bad, plot-wise, and declan is scared, so he comes clean. he tells ronan that niall specifically tasked declan with protecting ronan from the market. he begs ronan to run from the danger. “let’s pour gasoline on everything dad left and start over.”

this is also when ronan realizes that declan’s childhood was very different from ronan’s own. and that niall and aurora lynch were not the same people to declan that they were to ronan. and that their father’s decisions are what’s driven the wedge between him and declan all this time

(he’s still struggling with the cognitive dissonance of this in cdth. i don’t think he knows how to adjust his perception of declan to fit this new information.)

aaaaand the final scene with declan makes me cry every time i read it so instead of summarizing, here’s the important part:

Ronan delivered a sharp tap to the object, and a small cloud of fiery orbs sprayed up with a sparkling hiss.

“Jesus, Ronan!” Declan jerked his chin away.

“Please. Did you think I’d blow your face off?”

He demonstrated it again, that quick tap, that burst of brilliant orbs. He tipped it into Declan’s hand, and before Declan could say anything, jabbed it to activate it once more.

Orbs gasped up into the air. For a moment, he saw how his brother was caught inside them, watching them soar furiously around his face, each gold sun firing gold and white, and when he saw the spacious longing in Declan’s face, he realized how much Declan had missed by growing up neither dreamer nor dreamt. This had never been his home. The Lynches had never tried to make it Declan’s home.

“Declan?” Ronan asked.

Declan’s face cleared. “This is the most useful thing you’ve ever dreamt. You should name it.”

“I have. ORBMASTER. All caps.”

“Technically you’re the orbmaster though, right? And that’s just an orb.”

“Anyone who holds it becomes an ORBMASTER. You’re an ORBMASTER right now. There, keep it, put it in your pocket. D.C. ORBMASTER.”

Declan reached out and scuffed Ronan’s shaved head. “You’re such a little asshole.”

The last time they’d stood on this roof together, their parents had both been alive, and the cattle in these fields had been slowly grazing, and the world had been a smaller place. That time was gone, but for once, it was all right.

The brothers both looked back over the place that had made them, and then they climbed down from the roof together.

#long post #REALLY long post #i haven't reread this so excuse any incoherence #trc #trc meta #not really but??#suicide /#declan lynch #i love my idiot son #replies #Anonymous

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notesofaninsignificantmusician · 2 years

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My Chemical Romance—Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge: Album Review

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Ranking: 7/10

A huge thanks to @myminddefiesreality for the recommendation

Overview:

To be totally honest, I have never listened to My Chemical Romance until I reviewed this album. I had a biased prejudice towards the group, based on my false beliefs that they were just another douchy, Coldplay sound-alike. And boy was I wrong…

The band in itself gives me major Green Day vibes, as well as many others. All their songs sound like an angsty teenager wrote them, which is probably true (which is not a bad thing, if done right, as it was here) there was one song off this album that gave me weird Chris Cornell feels, which was really cool as well.

Gerard Way definitely knows his way around a mic. I could tell straight away that his voice is the signature of the band, and leads the way through it all. I love it.

Song-by-Song Review:

#1: Helena (So Long & Goodnight)

Beginning started off rough on the ears. Idk what it was about it, (probably the fact that I’ve never listened to a single song of their’s before) but it didn’t connect with me. But 0:30 into it, I found my stride, and then the chorus smacked me in the face, hoh boy. Amazing chorus, and everything that followed afterwards

#2: Give ‘Em Hell, Kid

Only song off the album I gave a perfect score. Just a really great song. Started out giving me Nirvana vibes, then did a 180 on me and turned into a Garbage song. The Chorus, on the other hand, sounds like a Manchester Orchestra song

#3: To The End

A slight downfall, this song didn’t do much for me, but was good all the same. The chorus was cool

#4: You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison?

Ngl once this one began, I burst out laughing. The way Gerard sings, and the fact that only a piano accompanied him at the start of the song, it sounds like something Daniel Thrasher would write. After finishing it, this song is one of my favs from this album

#5: Im Not Okay (I Promise)

It’s okay, I guess. Idk what I have against it, it just felt like a cliche (exactly the kind of song I would expect from My Chemical Romance before I got into them) the chorus is really good tho, plus the guitar solo slams

#6: The Ghost of You

Idk but just how Gerard sings this one, I pick up major Chris Cornell vibes, it’s weird. Great song

#7: The Jetset Life is Gonna Kill You

A nice little song. Nothing special to me, except for the chorus. I looove this chorus

#8: Interlude

I LOVE interludes!! Very nice song, I could listen to this on repeat for hours. Gerard’s voice sounds creepily close to Tom York’s in this

#9: Thank You For the Venom/Hang ‘Em High/It’s Not A Fashion Statement It’s A Deathwish/Cemetery Drive/I Never Told You What I Do For A Living

Ngl, after the interlude, the album lost some of its momentum, it seemed to me that My Chemical Romance decided to aggressively switch rails with their music. The last few songs on the album are much more anger-based I can tell, which I’m all for, but wasn’t expecting. I have no bad things to say about any of the remaining songs, only that they are all the same in my eyes, so I’ll save time and space in this already-long post to say, they’re all very cool

Ive already listened to this album three times to its entirety since reviewing it this morning. I can’t thank you enough @myminddefiesreality for giving me a reason to finally break the ice and fall in love with My Chemical Romance

Based on your recommendation:

Manchester Orchestra—Mean Everything To Nothing

Dirty Pretty Things—Waterloo To Anywhere

Garbage

Green Day

Three Days Grace

Tell me what you think! I’d love to hear your thoughts on these

#my chemical romance #three cheers for sweet revenge #album review #song review #music review #thanks for the recommendation #music #music blog #make music great again #musicians #music is my religion

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sweetery-ko · 3 years

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this blog is the definition of ✨best boys zone✨ can i request for Hajime and Izuru with a s/o who loves attention and physical affection but is too afraid to ask for it?

You get it, anon!! These three are my top favorites of all! Even though 2/3 of these boys are literally the same person, I still love them as an individual (Twin au gang rise up) also I may or may not have a little too much fun on Izuru's part hehe.

Wonderful sprite edit by u/MidDinos by Reddit

CW: Hajime Hinata, Izuru Kamukura, mentions of Ch/aki N/nami, F/yuhiko K/zuryu, a little bit of swearing (classic baby gangsta), very ambigious spoiler(?) for Hajime’s talent, mentions of non-despair!au J/nko En/shima being Izuru’s bestie

Hajime and Izuru with a affection starved S/O that's afraid to ask them for love

Oh no, this is bad. Like, really really bad.

This guy is as dense- scratch that, even more denser than a rock, no matter how much you try your best to not be as subtle, he won’t get it.

That one time you actually got courage to tug at his shirt and hold his forearm, he’ll give you a confused look and used his other hand to hold you back. It was a very awkward few hours and the uncomfortable position is not helping either.

Sometimes, in the most rarest occurrences, Hajime, will begin to think that you often brushing your words off and you never initiate any type of affection unless he does it first is quite odd.

When he asks for cuddle (in his own tsundere way), you put so much effort and dedication to it like it’s your job or something but you never ask for it yourself? very weird.

He decided that it is weird for you to act like that, y’know? So he decided to talk to his friend, Chiaki. Maybe she’ll agree with him too? well, he did got his answer but not in a way he expected.

“You only realize now?” “Huh?”

Was it that obvious? was his other peers talking about him being oblivious actually true..? or.. could Chiaki could be lying about you being a shy cutiepie to cheer him up because of your talent/because you not having a talent will just embarrass you both? probably.

*Insert Chiaki facepalming here*

Maybe if he goes to his other best friend, Fuyuhiko will say something different? they know each other like the back of their hand so maybe he will spit the real deal?

“Hajime, are you fucking stupid or something? Of course they’re too shy to ask you. They’re not even good at hiding it.” ok fine, he’ll admit defeat.

Hajime gulped a little in nervousness before telling that he doesn’t mind at all if you want to be affectionate and even (subtly) tells you that he’s looking forward to holding hands with you too and etc. Though, I recommend you please do show your affection to him so he would not regret this.

He fortunately got to realize your change your behavior. You’re still a little shy but at least you finally got to finally say what you wanted to say for so long.

Lucky for you, he already knew. He has the ultimate mind reader, ultimate facial expression reader and whatever the hell he has to help him recognize your little struggle.

Izuru wanted to tell you immediately because not only is this a hassle for you but also a hassle for him. He rarely initiates any sort of affection other than mediocre comfort because he's not really knowledgeable on what to do and he's never ever seen couple related activities going on here so... He's clueless despite having vast knowledge.

Also, he's also a very affection starved person as well. Either he doesn't know about it or he's in denial is all up for you to find out, good luck on that.

As soon as he was about to get up from his seat, his quote on quote ‘friend’, Junko Enoshima objected to such ideas, how did she knew his idea? Not sure as well.

She's most definitely was or still is a gyaru, and to be a stereotypical gyaru, she writes corny love stories on her cell phone. She would definitely want to experience or at least view one of her garbage love stories come to life so she commence.. "operation tease a pretend you didn't do anything so s/o will be desperate!!"

"...No."

Welp, there goes Junko's plan gone into useless ashes. He just decided to say the word by calling you to get into his dorm and have a cuddle session while talking about cuddling or general affection.

Man's fully prepared with the blankets, pillows, plushies he got from the gacha machine due to pure luck and the television on just for you, he will never focused for such thing.

As soon as you step foot into his dorm, he immediately pushed you into his bed very softly before plopping himself onto your chest, his hair being an extra blanket for both of you.

"S/O, if you want to touch or want my attention, just ask. There's no one else in the world other than you that I would be giving all my love to as you never bore me. And.. Likewise, I crave for your love." He confessed, not possessing his own words the more he spoke.

Izuru would still prefer it if you asked permission first. Sure, he fully expects your presence and needs but still, he would appreciate it if you asked first.

Hope your luck is high, because even if it's everytime, he would blush a little and sometimes even smile when you talk or touch him, as he loves you dearly.

#danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa sdr2 #danganronpa x reader #hajime hinata #hajime hinata x reader #izuru kamukura #izuru kamukura x reader #chiaki nanami #tw chiaki #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #tw fuyuhiko #junko enoshima #non despair junko #tw junko

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sweetberrysmooch · 3 years

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HC: And There Was Only One Bed (Affectionate) [pt. 2]

(Zzzzzzz…..)

(Alright, second part done :V Not much to say here for now, but I hope you’re excited for the upcoming part to come out next ^^ And my ask box is always open, so feel free to drop in and chat any time! I’ll be seeing you :D)

Basic sleeping hcs with ya boys, and for a part two, outside home life? You’ll see what I mean lol

Characters: Quackity, George, Badboyhalo.

Warnings: Nightmares in Quackity’s part, but besides that we’re clean <3

Song Recommendation: Metamodernity- Vansire

Up Next- Sapnap, Philza, Fundy, Schlatt.

Enjoy your day guys! I do hope it be rockin :]

Quackity:

Quackity is one floppy motherfucker. You fall asleep with him spooning you, head nestled between your shoulder blades, hands holding yours in front of your middle, legs entangled, the whole shi-bang, but wake up with him starfishing half on the mattress at a weird angle that makes his neck sore for the rest of the day.

Each day is a new position for you to add to your ammunition of teasing against him, but he takes it in stride. He totally doesn’t wake you up halfway through the night by flinging himself over your middle, ‘asleep’ and snoring like a freight train. When you give up halfway through trying to stop him breathing and just fall asleep lying on his chest, he turns to mush and gets distracted playing with your hair. You don’t know why he seems so exhausted the next morning, and he only giggles dreamily at you when you ask.

While he’ll be the big spoon for as long as you want him to, there’s a special soft place in his heart for being the little spoon. Hold him, please. Pull him to your chest and gently run your fingers through his hair, rub his back and kiss every inch of his face until he’s down for the count. The easiest way to make him feel better after a bad day or an argument is to let him know you want him and love him. Just holding him at night guarantees that he’ll bring you a present the next day (like the inner stardew valley house husband he sometimes longs to be lmao).

It’s a 50/50 chance of waking up with Quackity or after him, seeing as he prefers to get up early to enjoy the quiet mornings before the rest of the smp wakes up. He gets ready, makes the both of you coffee (or tea, something to help wake you up), and watches the sky change color while he waits for you to come sit with him in the kitchen. The two of you try your best to assure a moment together before you go about your separate ways, sitting together and talking about what you have planned or what you might have for dinner later. It’s his favorite part of the day, aside from coming back home to your awaiting arms.

Another citrus-y smelling fellow. More orange than lemon, he bathes in the morning after he wakes up. You typically wake up right after he gets finished washing up, walking into the bathroom to hear him quietly humming while drying off his hair and wings. He’ll give you a small guilty grin and a good smooch on your forehead as an apology.

Another poor fellow with nightmares;; They’re a lot less frequent than they used to be now that you’ve gotten together (having someone to talk to and work through each others issues does WONDERS apparently) but when they hit, they hit him hard. You wake up from him twisting and turning right before he wakes up in tears. He doesn’t like to be touched afterwards, drawn in on himself and facing away from you, hiding his crying. When you leave to get him a glass of water and come back, he’s more grounded, crawling into your arms and accepting the drink gratefully. With his forehead pressed to your throat, taking small sips from his cup, he’ll tell you what his dream was about. Sometimes it’s Technoblade, sometimes Dream, mostly Schlatt though. His ex lingers on his mind more than he likes to admit, a deep sense of abandonment showing through his nightmares. Quackity struggles with sleeping for a few days after, afraid of what he might see when he closes his eyes again.

(You’ve fallen back asleep by now, hand paused in its ministrations and resting snugly in his hair. Things are warm and quiet and soft, and he feels safe again.

The nightmare still hovers fuzzily in the back of his mind, but for now he can ignore it, focusing on your slow breathing as it lulls him back to sleep.

His last thought before finally letting himself rest is how much he loves you, giving you one last squeeze in his tight embrace before relaxing into a much more stable slumber. ‘Gracias por todo mi amor.’)

George:

Impeccable skill of just falling asleep wherever and whenever. Before the two of you got close and started sharing a bed together, he really left his sleep schedule up to fate. He’d find a comfy spot and crash there for a few hours till he was awoken and would just repeat that a few hours later. Now that he has you, he makes more of an effort to stay awake during the day so he can sleep through the night next to your side. It more or less works, but occasionally he’ll have slept during the day and he wakes up in the middle of the night. As “punishment”, he sentences himself to waiting it out instead of getting up to do something because he truly wants to keep going to bed with you.

Not big on contact, likes having his space when he’s sleeping. Cuddling is nice every once in a while, but he prefers being able to breathe a little bit when falling asleep. He does, however, actively make the choice to hold your hand while he slips into slumberville. His grip isn’t too strong, nor is it very light, but a gentle mix between the two to try and remind you how much he loves you. You’ll wake up before him and his hand will still be holding yours, pulled to his chin as he sleeps. His breath fans your knuckles slowly, face eased of any stress, absolutely content.

George bathes…… probably. I’m just kidding, he fluctuates between bathing at night or in the morning because he just goes through phases of forgetting to when the time comes. His little mushroom home doesn’t come with a bathroom, seeing as its wholly empty (please if anyone has housing information on George or like. Any character at all please inform me please i beg-), so he’s limited to getting clean at a friend’s or your house. Typically yours. He keeps all of his valuables at your place once you start letting him sleep over there, tucking his clothes into your closet or in your dresser when he thinks you aren’t looking, leaving a toothbrush and his soap in your bathroom, hanging his armor up on an empty armor stand you have tucked away, all due to his inability to straight out ask if he can live with you.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to live with you, he practically does anyways, but there’s something in him that worries that you won’t like him if you’re forced to live with him permanently. He knows it can become… a bit much when you have to be around someone 24/7, but doesn’t realize that you pretty much already are around each other 24/7 lmao.

It takes a while but eventually he settles down and over dinner suggest that maybe you two should take it to the next level. His face is flushed pink and he keeps switching which leg he has crossed, but he takes your hand and quietly asks if he could start living with you. It’s a surprisingly sweet moment, even with your confusion (thinking you already DID live together), and of course you say yes.

He looks so relieved when you accept, and is kinda like, “I know this will be a difficult process but I’m very excited to become closer with you.” and then nothing changes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(It’s on the walk home when George finally processes that he now lives with you. It feels heavy on his heart, a mix of nervousness and excitement that makes him swallow hard and tighten his fingers around yours.

This isn’t the first time he’s spent the night at your place, nor is it the first time he’s crawled into bed with you and slept next to just because you let him, but it is his first night actually living with you. The moment feels brand new, as if it’s his first time visiting your house all over again.

He begins to wonder if maybe this was a mistake, maybe he’s moved too fast and maybe your regretting letting him live with you already and- He takes a hurried look at your face. You look… unbothered. Happy, even.

There’s this half hidden smile on your face that soothes his anxieties, drawing out his own fragile smile. He can’t wait to live with you.)

Bad:

Mmmmm, big man warm. A natural heat machine, no need for lots of blankets or heavier pajamas, Bad will take care of all your cold problems. Every night after you finish your shared nightly routine, you curl up in his arms, immediately becoming over come with his toasty embrace. It like when you get clothes out of the drier and just hug them to your chest, the warm, clean, smell good experience that Bad also delivers.

He’s got a pretty ingrained nightly schedule that he sticks to, and he always invites you to join him after you finish up dinner. It starts by cleaning up the house a little, washing the dishes, setting aside clothes for the next day, taking a quick bath, brushing his teeth, reading a few chapters from a new book he’s picked up, and then settling down to go to bed. He won’t push you to do it with him, but he does try to incorporate you into his routine when he can. Usually it’s just by doing something small, like reading together or massaging your shoulders, but sometimes he’ll ask you to join him when he bathes.

Bad bathes pretty often, always at night, and using a nice smelling soap that he makes himself. Like what was said above, he’ll sometimes ask you to join him when bathing. It’s not ever for any naughty means, but because he sees bathing as a very intimate and vulnerable activity for you to share. He won’t push it, understanding that it can be overwhelming to be so open, but if you do choose to join him, he’s so gentle with you. His hands are worked and calloused, but they’re soft when they run soap through your hair, his nails lightly scratching your scalp and running down the back of your neck. He practically purrs when you return the favor, giggling as your hands brush sensitive spots around his sides. Afterwards he becomes so cuddly and attached to your side, you fall asleep with him curled up on YOUR chest, trapped under him.

That being said, most nights he takes to being the big spoon. It’s more for convenience sake, seeing as he’s a good few feet taller than you are, but he also can appreciate being held and loved on after harsher days. He’s a lot like a weighted blanket, a nice heavy weight that keeps you warm and makes you feel loved <3 love this guy.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), you sometimes have.... Visitors. Bad is a hub for the homeless, bored, and nutty members of the smp. They flock to him like birds to the elderly, which means you have “children” to take care of for a day or two at a time :/. Dream and George aren’t regulars, per say, but Bad has a room set aside for either of them when they come over. To their credit, they do try to be polite when they come over, and will help in cooking dinner or cleaning up. Skeppy, however, is unlike Dream or George, in that he’s more of a third partner in your and Bad’s relationship.

Skeppy up and appears at random, no announcement, and makes himself comfortable any place where Bad is. Be it at your home or his, Skeppy eats your food, lounges on your furniture, hell, he even sleeps with you and Bad at night. You two share Bad’s chest whenever Skeppy is over. It’s so jarring at first, having to deal with having another boyfriend (because Skeppy will consider you to be apart of the thrupple after introductions), but he usually only stays for like 3 days before leaving to do whatever else he has planned. You don’t know if you should be worried or upset or what, but after a while it becomes kinda nice to have him around.

All in all Bad is great to sleep with <3

(Bad blows the lantern out on his bedside counter, shuffling under the cover beside you once the room was fully dark. You slung an arm over his chest instinctively, cuddling up into his side when his arm pulled up around your back and held you even closer.

You shivered pleasantly when he gently pressed a kiss into your hair, becoming sleepier and sleepier with each rise and fall of his wide chest. He sighs quietly and squeezes you, murmuring softly to you as you both fell asleep. “Goodnight, sweetheart. Sleep well.”)

Have a good evening! Do something nice for yourself tonight. You deserve it.

#mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #c: george #c: quackity #c: badboyhalo #georgenotfound x reader #quackity x reader #badboyhalo x reader #hc: and there was only one bed (affectionate)#woof #sorry this took so long to get out guys ^^;#lets hope pt.3 won't take as long!

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"Spring Break 86" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 15

Chapter 13

ALRIGHT GUYS, this is it.

This is the last chapter before Part 2. And I’ve already changed the ending. Lulz.

I said this in another post, i really don’t know what’s gonna happen over the weekend.

If Eddie dies [god forbid] in Vol 2, i don’t know how i’ll react. It might fuel me to make this the best damn fix-it-fic of all time, or it might throw me in a spiral of despair, unable to finish this.

No no, i’m kidding. Mostly. I will finish this no matter what, but if he does it might take me a few days to recover.

SO I posted this today because either way, it will probably be about a week before you get the next chapter. I’m sorry, please don’t leave me in that time!

I’m also sorry this chapter isn’t super long, but I was running out of plot leading up to the ending of Vol 1 , and I didn’t wanna just start writing bullshit to fill up pages. That’s not fair to anyone.

SO, here we are. I hope you all enjoy my interpretation of the ending, even though I flipped who gets stuck in the UD.

Which honestly shouldn’t be that different because all the trailers we’ve seen she’s been FINE, so obviously she gets out of the UD pretty fast.

Oh PS– Per usual, i highly recommend listening to this song before/after/during your reading. I cannot believe I didn’t use this song earlier, it’s so fucking accurate.

But better late than never, right?

PPS— Okay like 3 or 4 screen names don’t work in my tag list. If they are yours, please tell me what I did wrong. Otherwise i’ll give the spots to other people.

Alright here we go!

——-

You and Eddie had decided to head off towards the direction of his trailer, whether or not you’d make it. At least you had each other.

“….You find it weird Vecna hasn’t said anything to us lately?” you asked him.

“What are you doing?!” Eddie hissed as his eyes darted around frantically. “He could hear you!”

“Baby,” you gave him a look. “He can hear us no matter what, and he hasn’t said shit, like I said!”

“Still,” he took your hands and continued to walk with you down the streets of Upside Down Hawkins.

“But seriously!” “What else has got his attention?!” You asked again, looking up to the sky.

“Can we maybe not, think about the monster that’s going to kill us all right now? Focus on us?”

“Us?” You gave him a surprised smile. “There’s an ‘us’?”

“Are you for real right now, Princess?” he laughed sarcastically.

“Well, you never exactly asked me to be your girlfriend, Munson,” you teased him with a tongued smile.

“I proposed!” He reminded you.

“Almost proposed,” you clarified.

“I gave you a fuckin’ ring, Y/N,” He held up your hand, but the ring was gone. “What the–?”

“Oh my god,” You gasped, immediately looking around. “Oh my god, no–”

“Babe I’m pretty sure it’s long gone by now,” He put a hand on your shoulder. “Think about all the shit we’ve been through in the last two days,”

“Oh god,” you whimpered, realizing he was right. You stopped looking around and looked at him apologetically. “I’m so sorry Eddie,”

“Hey, don’t be,” he pulled you into a tight hug, your head up against his chest. “It’s not your fault,”

“It was your favorite though!” you cried upseteddly.

“Nahhhh, it definitely wasn’t,” he shook his head with a smile, holding out his right hand. “THIS is my favorite,”

You recognized it immediately.

“Eddie…” you bit your lip. “Y-You still have that?”

“Are you kiddin’?” He laughs, kissing the top of your forehead. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten,”

————-

Eddie’s 14th Birthday

“….Happy birthday dear Eddie, happy birthday to you!”

“And many mooooreee,” you added with a giant flourish.

“God be more lame, please,” Eddie blushes as he looks around the diner, making sure no one heard your god-awful singing.

“Shut up and blow out your candles before you get wax on those pancakes!” you hit him softly.

“Yaaaay!!!” you giggle as Eddie shoots daggers at you for making such a show of yourself.

“I hate you,” he grumbled.

“…Anyway,” he coughed awkwardly as he cut himself a bite of pancake. “You really didn’t have to do this, Y/N,”

“Well of course I did Eddie,” you began cutting yourself your own piece. “It’s the last birthday I’ll have a chance to,”

“You act like I’m going off to war, Princess,” He chuckled as he stuffed his face with pancakes.

“High school is war Eddie,” you held out your fork making a point. “Everyone knows that,”

“Right,” he rolled his eyes.

“Shut up and open your present,” you took a small box from your purse and placed it on the table, sliding it towards him.

“…I thought this was the present,” He gestures arounds the booth that had been decked out with balloons and streamers, and the Pan “Birthday” Cake.

“Uh no, this is the party doofus,” you shook your head.

“Some party Princess,” he gestures around the empty booth.

“Well I can’t help it that people find you weird,” You pulled

“US weird,”

“Oh people like me fine,” you teased. “It’s just you,”

“…Right,” he nodded with a small, soft laugh. “Well, I guess you’ll have a hell of a good time next year without me then, huh?”

“Eddie,” you held out your hand, realizing you had stuck your foot in your mouth. “I didn’t mean it like–”

“Yeah I know,” he shrugged it off as he took the box from you. “So, what’s this? It’s pretty small. Spend too much money on the party–??”

He stops teasing you when he pulls out the ring. It shines brightly, reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights of the diner. He looks at it for several seconds before speaking, just admiring it.

“….You don’t like it,” You said softly.

“W-What?” He’s knocked from his trance. “No, I-I love it,”

“Oh don’t patronize me Eddie–” You started to take it back.

“No,” he grabs both of your hands, making you look at him. He looks more serious than you’ve ever seen him; he even looks like he might cry.

“I love it, Y/N, It’s…it’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” he could barely whisper, refusing to cry in public.

“Really,” he rubs the tops of your hands with his thumbs, the ring already on his finger. “It’s like an elvish ring,”

“Um….okay,” you smiled nervously, not understanding what he was saying, but not caring as long as your hands were in his.

You two just sat there in that booth, holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes.

“Eddie, I um–” This was it, you were going to tell him how you really felt. How you’d always felt.

“Yeah…?” His eyes widened a bit, hoping you were going to make this the most perfect birthday by saying the words he’d waited to hear his whole life.

“I–”

“Y/N!!!” All of a sudden your little brother was calling your name. Eddie instantly dropped your hands and stuffed them back under the table.

“Shit,” you muttered as a ten year old Dustin came running up to the table.

“Did you forget you were supposed to take me to the arcade or what?” Dustin whined. “I’m tired of sitting over there by myself,”

“Dammit Dustin!!” you snapped at him. His eyes instantly went to those huge puppy dog size, big crocodile tears forming in his eyes.

“….I’m sorry,” you sighed, ruffling his hair before giving Eddie an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, Eds. I need to–”

“Yeah, yeah sure I get it,” he nodded in understanding, nodding at your brother. “Sup Dust?”

“Yeah,” Dustin nodded back at him awkwardly. They didn’t really know each other yet.

“Alright you, let’s go,”

You scooted out of the booth and took your brother’s hand, giving one last longing look at Eddie

who was now admiring his ring with a huge smile.

————

“I should’ve said something then,” you sighed, running your hands through your hair.

“Why are you doing this, Y/N?” Eddie asked you seriously.

“What?” Your eyebrows furrowed.

“Why are you forcing these trips down memory lane, when you know they all lead to the same place?” he elaborated.

“What are you–”

“Well yeah but–”

“I don’t wanna look back at that!” He kicked a rock angrily. “I don’t wanna focus on the fact that we could’ve been together so much longer, that we wasted all this time,”

“Eddie–”

“No!” He shakes his head as he grabs your face. “What matters is that we know now. That we’re together now. That I love you, now,”

“Oh just now?” you half laugh, trying to ease the tension.

“You know what i mean, Y/N” he gave you a look.

“Yeah, I know…” you looked down as you played with your fingers.

“So what are you doing, huh?” he asked again.

“I don’t–” you looked up at him, confused.

“You wanna know what I think?” He answered his own question.

“I know you’re gonna tell me–”

“Eddie…”

“Baby…”

“No!” He pressed his forehead against yours. “Knock it the fuck off,”

“Okay okay,” you put your hands on his face now, trying to calm him down.

“Good,” he sighed as you moved your hands to his neck, burying your face in his shoulder.

“So, what now?” you asked into his t-shirt.

“Whaddya mean ‘what now’?” He rolled his eyes at the question, stroking your hair while your face remained on his chest.

“Well what are we gonna talk about now, goof?” You shook your head with a laugh as you started to pull him along, resuming your journey.

“Hmmmm, well–” He pretended to think. “Let’s talk about the future, y’know when we get out of here, which we will,”

“Oh?” You smiled in amusement. “Thought you didn’t wanna talk about our imaginary kids,”

“Okay we don’t have to go that far,”he blushed. “ Just like…y’know, after all of this,”

“You mean, next week?” you clarified warily.

“….Maybe…” his voice sank, the reality of your situation sinking in. Even if you did both survive this, Vecna, the world ending; you still had to deal with the fact that technically you lived almost 200 miles away from each other.

“I don’t…” you played with his fingers interlaced with yours as you walked. “I don’t know…”

“Yes you do,” he nodded his head sadly. “You have to go back to school,”

“Well, yeah obviously,” you half laughed.

“And you’ll just forget about me again, and I’ll see you when you graduate,” he added in a mopey tone.

“Seriously, Eddie?” You dropped his hand and stopped walking. “You really think–”

“Well what else are you gonna do, huh Y/N?” he was suddenly getting very defensive, suddenly feeling as if walls were closing in on him.

“Okay first you don’t want me to start ‘atoning’ for mistakes, and now you’re accusing me of making more before they even happen?!” you had to laugh at the situation, it was ridiculous.

“No, but–”

“For fuck’s sake Eddie, I almost died for you! You really think I’m just gonna go home next week and forget the love of my life?” you gestured to your leg for emphasis.

“I just–”

“I love you, Eddie Munso,” you pulled him close to you, stepping on a curb to be taller. “I love you, and I’m never letting you go again, do you hear me?”

“Yeah…” he nodded softly.

“It’s me and you, okay?” You tugged on his shirt. “This is it,”

“Alright so what do you think is gonna happen?” he challenged you, not fully accepting your cookie cutter solution.

“Well,” you pulled him on the curb as you started to walk again. “Why don’t you come with me?”

“To Chicago?” he laughed. “How am I gonna do that, if I’m in my millionth senior year?”

“You realize there are things called GED’s, right babe?” you asked.

“Yeah, you think I don’t know that?” he grumbled. “But I don’t wanna just give up,”

“Seriously?” You half laughed. “You’d rather sit here in Hawkins for another three months to prove something to people? You?”

“Well, why not?!” he argued. “You don’t think I deserve to walk across that stage and flip off the principal?”

“Eddie,” you rolled your eyes. “Come on,”

“Come on what?!” he threw his hands up.

“Why do you need to–”

“Because everyone in this town thinks that I can’t do this, and I wanna prove them wrong!” He gestured wildly.

“Just now, all of a sudden?” you didn’t mean to laugh, but the thought was idiotic to you.

“Excuse me?” he looked at you seriously offended.a

“Eddie you’ve been there three years longer than you’re supposed to be,” You half laughed. “Why now all of a sudden is it so–”

“Wow,” he scoffed with a hurt laugh. “Wow, okay,”

“Eddie come on–” you reached for him but he jerked away.

“NO,” He shouted. “I just want–”

“Why does it matter what anyone else thinks about you but me?” you exclaimed in distress.

“Because you weren’t around, Y/N!” he barked back.

“Wha–”

“So excuse me if your opinion isn’t going to be the ‘only one that matters’!” he sputters angrily.

“Eddie, I–”

“Oh yeah, Eddie,” you laughed. “I really think you flipping off the principal after a lifetime of senior years is a great example–”

“SHUT UP!!!” He screamed, causing you to flinch.

“Eddie–”

All Eddie could focus on in that moment was how condescending you were being. Telling him he was wrong, like you always did. Like how you always had. Like you always would be, until the day he died.

“No it won’t!” you protested.

“Yes it will!” He started to walk away from you. “We’re never gonna be on equal ground in your mind, ever,”

“This isn’t you,” you trailed after him. “You know I’m not like that, not really,”

“Maybe I do, and I’ve just been pretending you’re not because I was so idiotically happy that you finally seemed to feel the way that I have,”

“That is so ridiculous–” you dismissed his thought.

“SEE?” He raised his voice again. “You’re still doing it!”

“Eddie you’re ridiculous,” he mocked you. “Eddie that’s stupid. Eddie you’re a fucking moron!”

Eddie looked away, trying not to accept what you were saying.

“And now I think I’m better than you? Th-That all of this has been some kind of sick prank? Like I have been risking my life for the past two days to just– what, make you feel like a moron?”

“I don’t wanna do this anymore–” He shoved past you and kept walking.

You knew what you had to do– you knew this wasn’t Eddie This was Vecna, finally getting to him. It made sense since he had connected with him earlier, now he had a hold on him. But what were you going to do? You didn’t exactly have a band, or a record player. And you wondered if the same song would work on two people.

Then you had an idea.

“I can’t fight this feeling any longer…” you started to softly sing, making Eddie stop in his tracks.

“And yet I’m still afraid to let it show.” You kept singing, tears choking your throat as you mentally willed him to turn and look at you.

“What started out as friendship has grown stronger…” you started walking towards him. “I only wish I had the strength to let it show,”

The lyrics were so hauntingly accurate, you knew this could probably be your song. It was your song. And it was the song that was going to bring him back to you.

“I tell myself that i can’t hold out forever,” you walked closer, he still refused to look at you. “I said there is no reason for my fear,”

“Yeah right,” Eddie mumbled with a sad laugh, Vecna’s voice still in his ears.

“Because I feel so secure when we’re together,” you were approaching him closely now, taking his hand softly as you stepped in front of him.

“You give my life direction, you make everything so clear…”

Eddie felt his anger shifting as he saw the sincerity in your eyes and truth in your words.

“You’re a candle in the window, on a cold dark winter’s night,” you took both hands in his now, sincerely meaning the words you were singing.

“And I’m getting closer than I ever thought I might…” you both sang together, holding tightly to each other’s hands now.

“And I can’t fight this feeling anymore. I’ve forgotten what I started fighting for,”

You took his face in your hands, looking deep into his chocolate brown eyes as you sang the last line of the chorus, needing him to hear you more than ever.

“And if I have to crawl across your floor, come crashing through your door. Baby I can’t fight this feeling anymore,”

And now here you were again, all of those feelings coming back at once. It was as if you started again, feeling like you had almost lost him in those five minutes Vecna had a hold on him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he pressed his forehead against yours as tears dripped down his cheeks, his mind clear of any bad thoughts.

“No, I’m sorry,” you shook your head with your own tears falling down. “If I hadn’t made you feel that way Vecna wouldn’t have anything to hold onto,”

“You do whatever you feel you need to do, Eddie,” you went on.

“I just– I can’t stand the thought of leaving you here again, not for any reason or any amount of time. I just want– need, us to be together as much as we possibly can, because I lost so much time with you and I don’t wanna lose any amount of time with you, ever, ever again,”

“I know, i know,” he pulled you closer as you cried into his chest.

“And I want to stay here with you, I do. I just–” You cried.

“No,” he pulled you back to face him.

“No, don’t you think for one second of just– dropping out, to stay here with me. That is the absolute one thing I have dreaded about us being together, me holding you back,”

“You don’t–” you put a hand to his face.

“Maybe not now, but if you do that it will actually be true, yeah?” He gave you a sad smile. “So you– you do what you have to do, and I’ll do the same. And we’ll–”

“I’ll come back for you, Eddie,” You cut him off, knowing he was having his doubts. “I swear to God, as soon as school ends I will be right back here,”

“Hopefully not here,” he joked, gesturing around you.

“You know what i mean,” you hit him lightly.

“Yeah, I do, Princess,” he smiled, kissing you again. “And who knows, maybe this summer I might just come to you, being a free man and all,”

“I love you, Eddie,”

“I love you too, Y/N,” He smiled, kissing you once again. “Now let’s get the hell out of here,”

—–

Eddie’s Trailer

Dustin, Max, and Lucas all paced around Eddie’s living room, the gaping portal hole in the middle of all of them.

“Where are they?” Dustin worried out loud.

“I mean, they were walking on foot Dustin,”

“But still,” he paced unnervingly. “I just want them–”

Suddenly sounds of running and chattering interrupted his thought. All three of them looked down to see Nancy, Steve and Robin running to the opening in the ceiling.

“Where is Y/N and Eddie?” Dustin immediately noticed his sister was missing.

The three of them looked at each other awkwardly, trying to figure out what exactly to say to him, and who would say it.

“Dust…” Steve stepped up, knowing him the best out of the three of them.

“No,” Dustin shook his head, refusing to hear whatever he was about to say. “No, don’t say it,”

“She didn’t…” Steve tried again.

“Shut up,” Dustin spoke over him.

“She didn’t make it,” He finished.

“Yeah I think that was obvious, Steve,” Robin hit him lightly.

“But what about Eddie?” Lucas asked.

“He uh,” Steve looked at the two girls. “He wanted to stay with her–”

“Stay with her?!” Max gasped out of nowhere. “He wanted to stay with a dead body?!”

“MAX!!!!” Lucas hit her violently, gesturing to Dustin who was silently imploding, trying to take everything everyone was saying in.

“So you’re telling me I’ve lost my sister, and my best friend–?” Dustin stammered.

“I’m not your best friend?” Steve blurted out.

“REALLY, Steve?” Max scoffed.

“…It just came out,” He muttered, embarrassed.

“NOT the point!” Dustin yelled.

“You just let him stay there with– with Y/N?” He couldn’t bear to refer to you as just a body.

“We tried to–” Robin tried to explain to Dustin how they had pleaded with Eddie to come with them while he lay there sobbing, holding your ‘dead’ body. His anguished cries were forever burned into her brain as they tried dragging him away from you.

“Dustin we really tried to–” Robin tried telling him.

“No,” he stopped them, moving away from the hole. “No I don’t wanna hear anymore, do you hear me?!”

“Okay can we just focus on getting the rest of us out of here, please?” Nancy had enough of all of the drama. She just wanted to be back in the real world.

“Jesus Nancy, way to be empathetic,” Robin scoffed under her breath.

“I’m sorry!” She threw her hands up. “I’m sorry I’m tired of being in this god-forsaken place. I’m sorry if I’m a tad anxious when I’m literally steps away from freedom!”

“Alright alright,” Steve put his hands on her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Okay, we’re getting out okay?”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, rubbing his hands on her shoulder.

“Do you have something to get us out guys?” Steve asked the kids.

“Yeah,” Lucas grabbed the ‘rope’’ Dustin had made since Dustin was busy having a crisis over you and Eddie.

He threw it up into the ceiling, and to their shock and amazement it stuck. In the Upside Down, he had thrown it ‘down’ to the group for them to climb.

“That is so trippy!” Robin gasped. “Okay who’s first?”

“Ladies first,”

“Nance,” Robin pointed at her.

“Thank you,” She smiled gratefully as she pulled herself up the rope and into Eddie’s living room, crashing onto the mattress they had put in front of the hole.

“Alright Robin, c’mere,” Steve nodded to her as she followed Nancy.

——–

Meanwhile

You and Eddie were reaching the entrance to the Trailer Park, when you saw the portal and the group starting to go through it.

“Shit,” Eddie muttered. He didn’t waste any time grabbing your hand and sprinting towards the portal. “Let’s go baby, let’s go!”

“HEY! GUYS! WAIT UP!” Eddie screamed across the park, hoping to get their attention.

——-

At The Portal

Steve was about to head up the rope when they all heard Eddie screaming. Even Dustin could hear it from across the trailer. He leaped up off the couch and ran to the portal.

“Steve!” He yelled. “Steve who was that?!”

“It’s Eddie,” Steve answered in disbelief, staring at the two of you racing towards them. “…And Y/N!”

“She’s alive?!” Dustin began to cry happy tears, he didn’t care who saw them. You were alive.

“She’s alive!” Steve smiled up at him. “And they’re coming! They’re gonna make it!”

“Thank God,” Dustin breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his tears away.

———-

You and Eddie were still almost to the portal where Steve was yelling encouraging words to you both.

“Come on guys, you can do it!” He called.

You could hear your brother yelling for you, tears in his voice. “Y/N!! Y/N I’m here!!!!”

You began to smile at Eddie, who was thinking the same thing: You were gonna make it out of here. Together.

Eddie had the inertia of still running when you toppled over the rock, releasing your hand from his grapes unintentionally as he stoped a few feet away from you.

“Shit!” He began to panic, about to run to your side. But something stopped him.

Before he could make a move, Vecna appeared in front of him, blocking your unconscious body from his view.

“I don’t think so,” He wagged a finger.

Everyone gasped and gaped in horror as they watched Vecna physically pick up your body and throw it over his veiny shoulder.

“You tell Eleven if any of you want to see your friend alive, she’ll come to me,” He smirked.

“What the–” Eddie began to panic, looking at Steve and up at his friends, then back to Vecna.

“We don’t know how to find her!!!” Dustin screamed down to Vecna.

“Well, you’d better pray you figure out a way,” He chuckled darkly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Y/N and I need to get better acquainted,”

He ran a gray finger down your thigh, smelling you with a perverted smirk.

“You SON OF A—” Eddie started to make a run at him, but Steve held him back as hard as he could.

“Don’t you fucking TOCH HER!!!” He screamed, angry tears stinging his eyes.

His cries fell on deaf ears, as Vecna began to float back up into the sky with a mighty evil laugh, disappearing into the red horizon.

‘What just–” Dustin looked down at Steve and Eddie. “What just happened?”

How were they going to save you now?

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BnHA Chapter 304: The Council of OFA

Previously on BnHA: Hawks and Best Jeanist were all, “what up Todofam, we are here to apply for the positions of ‘son #4’ and ‘weird uncle’, respectively,” and then proceeded to insert themselves into the family drama without waiting for an answer. Hawks briefed Endeavor on the nation’s current status of “totally fucked”, promised to help him sort that out, and then asked him about OFA. Endeavor was all, “oh do you mean One For All, the mysterious thing that my intern Deku was apparently being targeted for?” and then we cut away, presumably before Endeavor could clarify that it never occurred to him to follow up on that, and Hawks was all “no of course not, why would it occur to anyone other than me to follow up on any of this super weird and ominously important shit.” Anyway so meanwhile Bakugou was all “LET ME SCREAM AT DEKU UNTIL HE WAKES UP” and the other kids were all “NO”, and then the chapter ended with All Might being all “I wonder what the vestige!me is currently chatting with Deku about.”

Today on BnHA: Deku drops in on the Vestiges, who are all “sup Deku, how do you like our fancy chairs.” OFA II and III are all “if you need us we’ll just be standing here silently in the corner pretending to be invisible and sparking endless discourse with our mere existence.” OFA IV is all “and now I will explain to you in a very convoluted way that you being quirkless was actually a good thing, since it means that you are probably not going to suddenly drop dead at the age of twenty. But also you’re probably going to be the last user of OFA for that very same reason.” Deku is all “that is wild. I’m just gonna stand here and stare at my hand.” Nana is all “so now that that’s settled could you please do me a small favor and kill my grandson for me”, because having just one topic to discourse about this week WASN’T ENOUGH, apparently. Thanks so much Horikoshi.

(ETA: okay so just a note before I start, this week’s RHA translation was a huge mess, so I followed up this chapter by reading a couple of other translations. the main one I’m using for reference is the one by @hanashimas, whose weekly posts I highly recommend. anyway so you’ll see a couple of ETAs in this post in places where the initial translation was off.)

how many layers of bandages did they wrap this poor kid’s fucking hand in omg

jesus Deku. are you holding onto a bouquet of flowers under that thing?? or a tennis racket??

omg yes, finally

is he reading these names off a teleprompter lol. and if so, what has Jeanist ever done to slight you, Deku? “god bless Kacchan and Aizawa-sensei and Todoroki-kun and everyone else in the whole wide world... except for Best Jeanist. fuck that guy.” actually this joke would be funnier if half of tumblr didn’t legit feel that way lol but anyway

OH MY GOD

I NEED TO HAVE A TALK TOO. ABOUT, OH, EVERYTHING

I got immediate KHR vibes from ALL OF THIS. this is seriously such a Vongola aesthetic. “let’s use the luxuriously cushioned chairs with the seat backs that are ten feet high, and arrange all of the handsome ghost people in a big circle” like come on

that said there are also some slight LoTR vibes as well. “bring forth the ring, Deku”

I like how Six is sitting there with his feet drawn up all casual, but with his arms inexplicably sticking STRAIGHT OUT IN FRONT OF HIM and dangling over his knees like he’s doing some sort of zombie walk

apparently the Fourth wasn’t a big fan of shoes huh

interesting that All Might is the only one who’s still faint/indistinct, and and that Two and Three are fully visible

(ETA: the rest of my speculation about Two and Three has been moved into a separate post, the better to focus on the shit that’s actually happening in this chapter lol.)

and lastly, interesting that all of them are talking now, except for All Might (and I guess the Second and Third as well). to the best of my knowledge Deku hasn’t unlocked the Sixth’s quirk yet, so I guess the quirks don’t really have anything to do with it

oh and it looks like Deku’s mouth is still covered. I guess that’s convenient for the vestiges since we all know it’s hard to stop Deku once he gets going. but on the other hand it’s very inconvenient for people like me who wanted to see some interaction. alas

so First says that OFA’s power has grown a lot in the last four months (i.e. since Deku unlocked Blackwhip), and now the vestiges can communicate with each other as well as Deku

so even when Deku’s not around they can all just chill with each other. this is such a weird thing to me lol. like it’s cool, don’t get me wrong, but it’s also strange as hell to know that you’ve got eight other people hanging out in your head spying on everything you do and having conversations with each other about it. it would be like if Dark Shadow had someone to hang out with other than Tokoyami. good thing you weren’t triplets, Tokoyami

First says that it’s become easier for the vestiges to interact with Deku ever since TomurAFO barged into the OFA Domain back at Jakku. huh

(ETA: apparently this is because AFO forcibly pulled out OFA’s power when he was trying to steal the quirk, so I guess that makes sense.)

okay thank you Banjou for addressing this concern which I initially brought up as a joke, but which was apparently real enough for you to reassure Deku about

“don’t worry, even though we’re awake and hanging out inside of you at all times, we’re definitely not secretly watching and making fun of every single thing you do” hmmmmm

(ETA: “not that you could do anything about it even if we were, since you’re probably going to be the last OFA holder ever!” I don’t trust anything this asshole says lmao.)

OH SHIT??

YESSS DEKU now you can hold them accountable for all of their bullshit! because I do not doubt that there will be bullshit lol but let’s see how that goes

oh damn

well okay then. you didn’t have to stand up and walk over to him and loom all threateningly like that but okay sir

this guy has kind of a Kimimaro vibe to him. remember? that bone-growing guy from Naruto? except I’m pretty sure he had eyebrows. and wasn’t twenty feet tall. speaking of which, that explains the chairs

why are you wearing only 3/5ths of a shirt

lol what

someone’s gonna have to explain this to me. is he just redundant or something lol, or is he strangely poetical or what

(ETA: apparently HE’S MAKING A PUN omg. I immediately gained +10 love for him lol. also it flows a lot better in Japanese. this is one of the things Caleb is usually good at, so we’ll see what he does with the wordplay.)

omg the hermit theory is true!!

“I’M NOT WEIRD, IT’S SOCIETY WHICH IS WEIRD.” lol whatever you say buddy. also love how Banjou tried to give him a big hearty slap on the back but Hermit Boy was not having it lmao

IS HE TRYING TO CAPTURE HIM WITH BLACKWHIP

AND ACTUALLY, NO, SIR, AS A MATTER OF FACT, WE ARE NOT AWARE. SO SPILL!!

?!!?

okay my first response was LOL ARE YOU SERIOUS, THAT’S THE BIG SECRET!? -- and then it hit me what the significance of “died from old age... AT AGE FORTY” meant. at which point it was like “!!!!!” and then “OH, SHIT”

(ETA: there’s also an Iida joke here somewhere but I’m just too tired to make it.)

oh my god oh my god

did he somehow get a copy of the coroner’s report or something? like how does he even know that he died from “old age” as opposed to any number of other natural causes? ??

but anyway. so this is the quirk singularity coming into play then I guess. but then how come All Might is still alive and ticking?

(ETA: so this is one example of where this week’s translation is a mess lol. apparently the Fourth explains here that he didn’t know what the fuck he died from until All Might researched it. and it turns out there actually was an autopsy lol so there you go.)

so Fourth says he held OFA for eighteen years, and since he knew he would never be strong enough to defeat AFO on his own he basically just spent all his time punching rocks in the woods and training to power the quirk up

oh shit

is he implying that his body literally fell apart?? like that’s how he got the scars on his face? -- IS THAT WHAT KEEPS HAPPENING TO TOMURA, THEN. oh shit

DUDE

so you’re telling me that this quirk actively shortens the lifespan of anyone who uses it?? and my little boy here has had it now for a year already?? fuck me, I have immediately have a TON of thoughts about all this but let me save it until he’s done with his explanation

THANK YOU, DEKU

right?? how come All Might didn’t die then. even after he got injured. please don’t tell me he actually is dying still and is just being slow about it because I SWEAR TO GOD

what does this mean??

so what you’re trying to say is you all have NO FUCKING IDEA how long Deku’s gonna be able to hold this quirk before he SUDDENLY DROPS DEAD?! five generations ago this dude was able to hold it for eighteen years, and then four generations later All Might was able to hold it for thirty-odd years or so, and now Deku has it and you all have no clue which way it’s gonna go? actually this makes it sound like it really wasn’t OFA that killed the Fourth at all and you guys are just really bad at forming hypotheses. but since you’re making a big plot point out of it I guess it must be true

and don’t think I didn’t notice the part where you said you didn’t have OFA very long and then “died while fighting”, Firsto. I want to hear more about that. specifically who you passed the quirk onto before your death

and yes, if we are agreeing that OFA was the cause of the Fourth’s death, then the conclusion on this next page is the natural one to draw

so that’s a bit of a relief then, because Deku is quirkless too. so it means he won’t be able to hold OFA forever (and will probably have to find another quirkless person to pass it on to), but at least he won’t be randomly dying out of the blue next Tuesday or something

oh my god now he’s talking about OFA and AFO and user consciousnesses and all sorts of good theory stuff but it’s so much exposition. you’re really gonna make me read all this lol

wait what. why would All Might being quirkless have anything to do with the presence of his vestige in OFA Outer Space Party Land

but Deku is also quirkless and he’s clearly visible and chatting with you guys. so what gives. like how much of this is verified fact and how much of it is you guys just shrugging and making stuff up lol

SERIOUSLY, GUYS

BUT DEKU IS ALSO -- you know what, never mind sob. none of this shit makes any sense but whatever

(ETA: seriously, this all seems like an awful lot of speculation on their part. for Deku’s sake I sure hope they’re right.)

FSSKDJFLSKLKJLKJL ALL MIGHT IS FIFTY-FIVE?!

lol that’s a full ten years past my closest estimate, wow. but this pretty much confirms his age now at last! or at least confirms it within a couple of years, because we know All Might and Nana met when he was in middle school, and he presumably had the quirk by the time he took the U.A. entrance exam. so yeah. gonna go with fifty-five

so they think that because All Might was quirkless, OFA was better able to adapt to his body and became his true quirk, as opposed to being an extra quirk that stacked on top of the one he already had and overwhelmed him. ties in back to the whole “AFO used to bend people to his will by forcing quirks on them” thing, as well as the “Noumus are all mindless because of the strain of having multiple quirks”

Two and Three are really ruining the serious vibe of this scene here lol

they look like they’re doing the counting for hide and seek

and is this Deku talking now? I was about to get mad at First for implying that quirkless people are somehow freaks, as opposed to “normal” people jdslk

so in other words, don’t go giving it to your best friend all casually for shits and giggles, Deku. even if it would make a really cool climax for a movie. well shit. maybe that’s why they were so quick to nope back into Deku’s body afterward

so First says that because quirkless people are becoming rarer and rarer, the fact that All Might just happened to stumble upon Deku is “nothing short of a miracle.” which, yeah, that was definitely a stroke of luck there. being quirkless saved his life. but being quirkless is also part of why he was chosen in the first place, and we’ve always known that much

“in other words, kiddo...”

looks like there was some hurried clone stamp usage going on here lol. but props to RHA as always for putting this scan out so fast, especially given how exposition-heavy this week’s chapter has been

“anyways, that was the main topic” ARE YOU SERIOUS. there are like ten other topics imma need you all to get to here, people

(ETA: seems like this is a mistranslation; the line should actually read something more along the lines of “and now for the main topic.”)

FFFFFFFFF

“ENJOY YOUR CLIFFHANGER THIS WEEK.” dskfalkjlkjwlgkjl you really went and dumped this discourse on us yet again. fucking...

(ETA: forgot to mention, but as several people mentioned, this seems to be another mistranslation -- rather than asking Deku to kill Tomura as though it’s doing her a personal favor, Nana is asking “will you be able to do it.” in other words more of an “are you capable of doing it” type of thing. which is a very reasonable question to ask given that Deku is, well, Deku.)

anyways, and the answer is obviously going to be “no” of course. this isn’t going to end any differently than when the previous Avatars all told Aang to kill Ozai. but I guess it means we’re in for a fun conversation next week

so Nana looks pretty grim here though (nothing at all like the person who once taught All Might the importance of saving people with a smile), and I’m wondering if this means she believes that her grandson is already beyond saving. as in killing him would be a mercy, as opposed to him continuing to live with AFO bending his mind and body to his will. except if that is the case, I think she’s underestimating Tomura’s own will. and definitely underestimating Deku’s will to save

and also, just... I’m so fucking sick of AFO screwing the Shimura family over, honestly. this is exactly what he wanted. well fuck you, guy. you don’t get to have what you want. go out there and save Tomura, Deku. for his sake and for Nana’s. give them some hope. do your thing, boy. can’t wait for your big speech all about it next chapter lol

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Sannin headcanons and thoughts

The last thing I would like to post for the sannin week. It is still 24.04 here! :D @sannin-central

This is long. Spoiler alert. Mostly Orochimaru, some Tsunade, a little of Jiraiya (because his story is pretty clear and spoken and idk what I can add). Also I recommend to read this meta about Orochimaru, it has influenced me a lot and has some good points. Sorry for any posible grammar mistakes. Also I really should put here a lot of references to the manga or anime but it was something that was piling up for a year and I'm soooooooo lazy. After all, those are just headcanons. Also: Im not excusing Oro's bad stuff here, Im trying to understand the reasons.

Ive already posted some hcs, here, here and here.

1. First if all, the chronology pic of sannin lifetime based on the info i found on naruto wiki and also some statements about wars from this post. It was tough considering what a mess naruto’s chronology is.

2. Sannin story shows what it cost to be a legend. They're like Team 7 but more realistic. Tsunade literally carried the war but left with nothing and developed a ptsd and have problems to just live on. Also anger control issues. I think she can be pretty bossy and stubborn which is not always nice. Jiraiya is the hero of the day but also very idealistic and can ignore some important details in the real word whether its the fight (he always injured during flashbacks maybe because each time he took too much to handle and on the one hand it's heroistic but on the other is a mistake that can lead your team to situations like in that Iwa cave) or your friends issues (I bet he saw what's going on but thought it's fine until Oro actually got red handed and left). He lives in his world and may have problems to get out to see it through someone else's shoes. As for Orochimaru, it seems like he was a normal guy for 20+ years (I mean, he didn't do crazy criminal shit and had something good in him and it was stated somewhere that it was his teammates influence. It is obvious they considered him as a friend, I don't thinks it was for nothing) but we mostly know his darkest side. Despite being a moster he is a human that have empathy and some ordinary human traits (man just decorates every bit of an environment he is in lol).

3. Tsunade was the leader of team Hiruzen.

4. Tsunade sometimes hit Jiraiya for some stupid things he did or said but never touches Orochimaru even if he did something same. Jiraiya complained about it once and almost got another hit.

5. Jiraiya had problematic parents that didn't care about him much and a lot of time he was wandering in the streets.

6. Judging by the look of Oro bangs and hair, he sometimes cut it off. A stress relief huh? And the fact that he doesn't do it now in Boruto..

7. It was shown that Tsunade and Orochimaru was acknowledged before they become a team. Maybe they did just before, or maybe some longer time before. I prefer the second option and hc that they met because both had no real friends - Orochimaru seemed weird and scary for everyone and Tsunade was Senju so everyone wanted to hang out with her but didn't really care. They weren't seen as what they were - people put the labels on them. But they didn't care about each other's labels and actually saw each other in true lights.

8. Tsunade knew it was an accident and it's not right but still she blamed Orochimaru for Nawaki's death for some time. It was something that seriously damaged their friendship and the team. Orochimaru was mad but also guilty, after all, he was responsible at least as a shinobi since Nawaki was under his watch. So he started to act cold and emotionless and was trying to distance himself from his teammates.

9. Jiraiya was in Ame while Dan died.

10. The whole his orphans mission was a bit irresponsible tbh. They already fought Hanzo and as he stated the conflict between Konoha and Ame is going to an end with Konoha's win. It's weird to stay here for three years in the middle of the war while there were other lands to fight. He left his teammates for some idea. Maybe that caused another crack in their team friendship.

11. If Tsunade would have find a way to live on with her trauma and follow the will of fire and stuff it would affect Orochimaru as well just as her grief affected him. It's like he would get an example that you can live on with this pain. So death isn't above human capability and we are not just the slaves of mortality (sounds stupid but i dont know how else to describe sorry). But as we know what he actually saw is that it broke her crucially to the point she couldnt be herself again. And so the death is above everything.

12. Oro wasn’t just acting as a cold pragmatic bitch in that cave but also tried to save Tsunade. Jiraiya knew it and that’s why he showed this sign to him like "I see what youre doing here" and that stunned Oro because he would prefer to look rather like a cold pragmatic bitch hehe

13. Just a thought. People in the village probably treated Oro as a foreigner or just wouldnt accept him because he looked so differently and had a weird attitude. That's why he sometimes didn't feel that Konoha is his home. After the wars where people were treated as means and tools, even the children, he himself developed this view on people - he dehumanized them and used as the means to his goals, just as his village did. Funny thing some people were straightly dehumanizing him too like Ibiki thought that he was a demon (tho he was a child). And he probably weren't the only one. Anyways the point is that it's logical that Orochimaru don't care about anybody but some few people, he's the product of his era. He's like Naruto that would chose the hatred way. But naruto had some good and understanding people around him and.. Orochimaru had them too, but match how Iruka treated Naruto and this Hiruzen's "I sAw tHe mAliCe in This cHiLd fRoM tHe BegGinNinG". And oro didn't even have a big ass evil fox in him. sry i hate hiruzen

ANYWAYS the moral of the story is not "go criminal if they hurt you" but always treat people like people. Waving my hand to Kant.

14. The reason why Orochimaru didn't pick some good morals to stick with through the hard times no matter what (like, idk, Jiraiya or Naruto) is because 1) I think he is/was pretty depending on people around him 2) the war fucked him and his friends up too much (Nawaki incident + Tsunade) 3) twisted addictions (though I don't think he's that sadistic, we never saw him torturing randoms just for fun, it was always some science experimental shit. He tends to get fun out of cruelty only when it's personal) that maybe developed as a way to sublimate anger and sadness caused by his parents loss (that's what they share with sasuke - unlicke naruto, they knew their parents and it's other kind of pain. Sasuke developed a revenge issue and Orochimaru - cruelty pleasure which... is kinda the same but less epic and more occasional lol).

15. Speaking of that, Orochimaru cared for Sasuke because he saw himself in him.

16. Oro hold grudges against Hiruzen for not choosing him to be Hokage not only because he was ambitious and/or egoistic, but also because Hiruzen was some kind of a father figure for him and his approval was important tho i doubt he was aware of that. He also probably could tell that Hiruzen was suspicios about him when he was a child and that led to many conflicts and was hurting as well.

17. Tsunade knew things weren't pretty with Orochimaru after the wars but she never expected them to be this bad. During the week that she was given in her arc she thought not only about how much she wants to see Nawaki and Dan again despite how wrong would it be but also was trying to bury all the good memories she had left of Orochimaru so it would be easier to kill him.

18. She poisoned Jiraiya exactly because she knew he would not let her do it. Jiraiya was always hesitant to kill and inclined to forgiveness, while Tsunade, as mentioned by Orochimaru, could be merciless (so much so that he was not surprised when Kabuto suggested that she wanted to use Jira for Edo Tensei).

19. That was one of her traits that scared Jiraiya and fascinated Orochimaru.

20. Remember how Oro grabbed Jiraiya's neck when the latter was trying to cover with hair jutsu? On the snake, in Tsnade's arc. Orochimaru could have easily kill Jiraiya by pulling the sword out of the mouth (arteries are right there) but he didn't. As well as he could kill Tsunade when she was still shaking - just aim for the neck or the heart. Instead, he just injured her lung and kicked her which is not a big deal for the kind of shinoby like her at all.. Also he helped Anko not accidentally kill herself but it would be way much profitable to let her do it. "Orochimaru has no feelings".

21. The reason he suddenly wanted to kill Tsunade instead of forcing her to heal his arms as it was planned (which is weird since it will not going to get him heals and he kinda said that he wouldn't want to kill her just minutes ago) is that not only she refused to help him (he thought he could work it out) but she also prefered the village over him (from his point of view). Out if everyone she was the closest to being able to understand him since the village caused her painful losses too but nevertheless she agreed to be on it's side.

22. He wasn't fighting her back in the end partly because he thought he deserved that. Somewhere deep inside hahah.

23. Tsunade got a fear to develop deep bonds so they probably weren't very close with Shizune (also the way she knocked her down in this hotel.. oh).

24. Orochimaru will be here when she'll die.

25. Orochimaru's eng dub to Tsunade: "I often wondered what it would be like to ring that pretty neck yours". No comments.

26. Orochimaru is either bi/pan or ace. Anything or nothing lmao

27. Hiruzen knew about at least some of the Oro’s illegal experiments and was okay just as he was okay with the Foundation all the time. Because it’s useful. Then he has discovered he went too far OR he knew everything and oro just became too inconvenient because of his methods. The way Orochimaru tells Sasuke about reasons they are well treated as the criminals is based on in his experience with Hiruzen.

28. As you may know the lyrics in Orochimaru’s music theme goes “don’t talk with the silence of the heart”. It was taken from one Indian song that also had lines like “don’t question life too much”, ”pain arose somewhere in the chest”, “don’t speak to the wounds of the heart”. Though I’m not sure 100% because I was translating it with some hindi dictionary with like zero knowledge of hindi

29. I like to think that this “silence of the heart” theme and the fact that he called his village a hidden sound village are somehow connected. The hidden sound is the possible explanation of all things waiting to be listened to but the truth is silent and you know it deep in your heart and it bothers you. The world is silent just like the life is meaningless but people can only hear. *Sigh* anyways

30. Orochimaru’s journey is the one about accepting death. When he saw Karin released her chains while was trying to get to Sasuke he understood that the death is a part of human’s strength.

Can’t wait to feel that everything I wrote is wrong or not enough or stupid and obvious lol. Anyways, it’s something that I wanted to share until I move to some other fandom.

#sannin week 2021 #orochimaru #tsunade #jiraiya #sannin #naruto #naruto headcanons

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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

#this is only like half of it #but at least you can get like a few answers #yanno fuck it #bataranswers #ask #asks #anon

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Bewitched, Body and Soul

So... this happened. Blame the Discord. Basically, the premise is receiving a note from a stranger about having similar tastes in books, and my first thought was Finn/Leo. And now, around 24 hours later, this showed up in my word document. Hope y’all like it!! And don’t worry, I’ve already got a sequel planned with Logan ;)

All characters, of course, belong to the wonderful @lumosinlove

And, if you’re so inclined, check out my Masterlist if you enjoy this story! <3

CW: food/drink

Leo loved this bookstore. There was a west-facing windowfront that allowed all sorts of afternoon light to shine through, creating a large, warm sunspot right in Leo’s favorite armchair. The shelves were always neatly organized by category, there was a featured book of the week, and there was a coffee shop sequestered to one corner of the building. What else did he need in life? He’d spent countless hours here, sitting with a new book and a cup of coffee or tea and getting lost in whatever world he’d been transported to within the crisp pages and black ink. Being new to the city, there were probably better ways to make friends, but there was something so soothing, so comfortingly familiar about shutting off the worry in his mind and just focusing on the story unfolding in his hands.

But when his stomach growled loudly in protest, he figured he needed to put reading on hold.

There was a wrinkled, jagged-edged scrap of paper sitting on top of Leo’s book when he returned to his table, café pastry in hand. It hadn’t been there a second ago. Curiously, Leo set his food down and inspected the foreign paper. Messy, inelegant scrawl slanted across the page in deep blue ink. The lines were uneven and chaotic; the i’s weren’t even dotted, almost as if it took too much effort to go back and add them in. Leo found it strangely endearing. It read:

Hi!

I don’t think we’ve met, but based on your choice of literature I think we would make great friends. :)

- Carrot Top

Leo smiled, read it again, and looked around for the person who sent it but no one acknowledged him, seemingly lost in stories of their own. So he sat there, a smile still on his face as he got back to his book, using the note as a bookmark.

~~~

Finn couldn’t help himself when, a few days later, he left another note after seeing the guy with good taste in books again at the bookstore. He was at what must have been his usual table, seemingly right where Finn had left him. The only difference besides the clothes he was wearing was the book he was reading. Finn let himself linger on his profile, just for a second – the gentle slope of his nose, the way his curls rested against his forehead, how bright blue eyes scanned the pages below him.

Finn wasn’t one for love at first sight; that was for romance novels only. But instant attraction? Oh yeah. He was definitely there.

He picked up a small flyer from the front desk, flipped it over, and began to write.

And maybe it wasn’t a good way of, as the kids said these days, “shooting his shot”. But it was a start. And it was fun – the thrill of trying not to get caught, the anonymity. Sure, one day he’d maybe get up the courage to talk to him in person, but he was happy with this for now.

Hmm… haven’t read that one. Might have to get myself a copy!

- The Walking Freckle

After dropping the note off while the blond walked off to take a phone call, Finn tried to act casual as he stared sightlessly down at his own book instead of over at the cute stranger like he desperately wanted to.

Don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious…

If he was being completely honest, he didn’t really know where to go from here. Did the blond think the notes were creepy? Or weird? He never seemed to mind much, but… well, a stranger was repeatedly leaving notes for him. What if it was making him uncomfortable? Would it make things better or worse if Finn introduced himself?

A snort came out, unbidden. Yeah. Right. That would go well. Finn could practically see it now: he would be clumsy and awkward, probably spilling coffee all over the guy’s book or – even worse – all over him. He’d scare him off for sure.

But at the same time, Finn wanted nothing more than to meet him. To sit down across the table from him and debate the points of the book he was reading, or give book recommendations, or just talk. About literally anything. Finn wasn’t a picky guy. He could sit there and let him speak for hours, absorbing any and all knowledge about him like a sponge. Did the corners of those bright, blue eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiled? Did his cheeks get all flushed when he was passionate about something, just like Finn’s? What was the story behind the soft-looking tuft of gray hair at his temple?

Who was he?

Finn was overflowing with questions, and desperate for the answers.

But he needed to go about this the right way, didn’t he? The last thing he wanted to do was screw this up. So he closed his book, propped his chin in his hand so that he could stare out the window, and started to plan.

~~~

The next note threw Leo for a bit of a loop. He’d saved his table with his coat thrown over one of the chairs and went up to the New Books section, surreptitiously keeping an eye on his table and hoping that he’d catch his note-sender red-handed.

Leo could’ve sworn that he’d looked away for half a second, but – well, he got distracted by a book, so it easily could’ve been five minutes for all he knew. This note was written on one of the café napkins, the ink bleeding through in some spots and a few small tears in the delicate material.

Nice choice! That book absolutely shattered my heart and then pieced it back together. The way she writes love lost just hurts so beautifully, doesn’t it?

I like your sweater by the way.

Fuck I hope that’s not creepy.

I’m not a stalker, I promise. I just think you’re really cute. And you have amazing taste in books. I’d like to learn more, if you’d let me. :)

But first, you have to figure out who I am! Good luck!

- Your Not-So-Secret Admirer in the Tortoiseshell Glasses

He smiled, wide and happy, and looked around for tortoiseshell glasses, red hair, and freckles. Those were the only three clues he had so far. So he quickly scanned the crowded café, looking for anyone who fit the description. The only one even close was a freckled, redheaded guy at the corner table, but no glasses.

That was a shame, too. He was stunning.

The mystery bibliophile must already be gone, then. Or hiding.

Looked like Leo had his work cut out for him. He did always like a challenge.

~~~

It probably wasn’t Finn’s best idea to take his glasses off. He couldn’t see a damn thing and was left squinting down at his book, trying to determine if what he was seeing was an F or a P.

That smile, though… he could’ve seen that dimpled smile from all the way across the street.

He never thought he’d be pining for a stranger like this, but then again – he wasn’t a complete stranger, was he? After all, you could learn a lot about a person by their book preferences. Finn wasn’t normally known for being a good judge of character – he was too optimistic, too unwilling to see the bad in people. But damn, did he hope he was right about this one.

~~~

Finn had probably been too bold with the note he’d just dropped off, but when he’d seen what book that his new maybe-friend was reading, he knew he couldn’t just pass up an opportunity like that.

He didn’t wait to see the reaction this time – he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He just left the short note on top of the book while the blond was at the café counter and booked it (pun definitely intended) out of there as fast as he could.

You have bewitched me, body and soul. <3

- Bambi

~~~

He should’ve waited. Leo’s reaction, all bashful smile and bright red face and pleased expression, would’ve been worth it.

~~~

Leo went back to the bookstore pretty much every day after that, intent on finding this person. Not only was this a fun little game they were playing, but it would be nice to finally have a friend in the city. He still didn’t know anyone besides his coworkers and… well, he was a little lonely. A friend would be nice, especially one who had a shared interest in books.

The only thing left to do was to find them.

Red hair, freckles, glasses, and big doe eyes.

Leo looked for the only four defining traits he had, methodically starting in the front of the store and weaving through isle after isle of bookshelves. When that proved unsuccessful he moved on to the café, gaze landing on the queue first before lurching to a stop at the glimpse of a shock of auburn hair in the far corner booth. Heart hammering in his chest, Leo used his height to his full advantage and peered over the line of people.

Freckles, Glasses, Big, doe eyes.

If he needed any more confirmation, the stranger – the very cute stranger – was reading the same book Leo had been reading a week ago. The one his anonymous friend said they hadn’t read yet.

It had to be him.

Leo didn’t let himself think about it too much – he knew he’d panic if he did. He just strode over and sat down across from him, setting his book down on the table with a quiet thud. The note-writer jumped a little, then lifted wide brown eyes to look up at him.

Oh, but he was gorgeous.

“So what part are you at?” Leo asked, eyes taking in everything they could now that he was close enough – that messy red hair that just barely curled at the ends, the hint of scruff on his jaw, brown eyes shifting from shade to shade in the afternoon light filtering through the window beside him. Soft, mesmerizing lips curved into the beginnings of a smile that Leo couldn’t help but be transfixed by. “Have you gotten to the part where Patroclus dies?”

Finn stared back, trying to look horrified but he knew he was smiling so much that they counteracted each other because, finally, he’d figured it out. “I can’t believe you’d break rule number one of having a reading buddy: don’t spoil the ending.”

Dimples.

“Oops.”

Finn was done for.

“I’m Finn,” he managed to stammer, aiming for his best smile and probably looking like he’d just tasted something awful instead.

“Leo,” his companion said with a warm smile. Then he frowned. “Wait, no. Go back. You can’t spoil the ending of a story that’s literally thousands of years old.” The blond leaned back in his chair, sipping his coffee and watching in amusement as Finn gaped at him in horror. He could feel his cheeks and ears getting red, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

“That’s so not the point!”

Leo laughed, then motioned for Finn to state his case. And then Finn was off, forgetting all about his nervousness and tendency to be awkward. He ranted about that topic for… well, he didn’t really know how long, but it was a while. Leo didn’t even bat an eye, keeping pace well and interjecting with his own points calmly and collectedly – the gentle breeze to Finn’s tornado. He was smiling, too, even though sometimes he tried to hide it behind the rim of his coffee cup. And he was smart, Finn learned as they jumped from one topic to the next and the minutes ticked by. He knew a lot about literature, like Finn, but he could also make these random connections to all kinds of different topics that Finn would’ve never thought of, all while keeping up with Finn’s fast-paced brain and tendency to jump down rabbit holes.

It was an instant connection, the likes of which Finn had never experienced before. It was intoxicating. Finn felt like he could never get enough.

During a lull in between one conversation and the next, Leo pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it over, looking suddenly and inexplicably shy. Finn cocked his head confusedly, then unfolded the paper and looked down.

Would you like to go on a date sometime?

PS: I’m free tonight if you are. :)

- The Guy Who’s Been Crushing on You for Weeks

Finn’s heart threatened to burst. “Absolutely.” He hesitated, just for a second, then decided to go for it. “Are you free now? I know a pretty great café nearby.” With a wiggle of his eyebrows, he jerked his thumb at the bookstore café and earned a laugh. He wondered what he could do to earn another.

“Sounds perfect.”

They walked over to the counter together, the backs of their hands just barely brushing – it was still enough to make Finn hyperaware of every miniscule movement and get his pulse hammering. Leo was teasing Finn for his terrible eyesight in a soft, southern drawl – something Finn definitely wasn’t expecting but sure as hell wasn’t complaining about, his fingers deliberately playing with Finn’s now, and Finn knew it was going to be a good night. It was already a good night; how could it possibly get any better?

“What can I get for you?”

Leo and Finn looked up at the barista and their eyes widened in tandem as they took in thick chestnut waves, long, dark lashes, and bottle-green eyes. He wasn’t smiling, not necessarily. His expression was fairly neutral, all things considered – except for those eyes. If you stared at then long enough, you could see just the faintest whisper of amusement.

They both looked down slightly, searching for a nametag. There, in bold black letters, read:

Logan.

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #o'knutzy #finn o'hara #leo knut #bookstore/coffee shop au #bewitched body and soul #cw: food #cw: drink

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