#Maybe Eddie goes home to face his demons but while he's there he is going to learn that either Helena or Ramon is sick and/or dying

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 49

part 1 | part 48 | ao3

cw: angst, canon-typical violence

It's a totally normal Tuesday the day it all starts going to shit.

Eddie's got a show at The Hideout, and Wayne's got a rare night off, so Steve's at his boyfriend's place without him catching a basketball game with Wayne and Ernie. He did try to go to the show, to be fair; wanted to, but Eddie took one look at the way he was cradling the side of his head and winked at him to "sit this one out, big boy," so here he is: drinking beer with two old men and watching the most frustrating game he's seen all season.

"Oh, what the hell was that?" he begs the tiny screen, jumping out of his seat to pace a tight circle and rake his hands over his scalp hard enough to pluck a few strands. Beside him, Ernie shakes his head and mutters "goddamn disgraceful, that's what" and in the kitchen Wayne munches happily on a fresh plate of nachos, taps his bald head with a half-eaten chip and warns, "Quit tuggin' at your hair 'fore you wind up lookin' like this."

"Whatever, old man." Steve rolls his eyes, but he loosens his grip. Drags his hands down his face instead. "Don't act like you're not loving this."

Wayne laughs, a broad, smug smile that's pure Munson mischief. "Never claimed otherwise," he says, then he pops a cigarette in his mouth and tells them to get their wallets ready.

Bastard. His team's doing fine tonight. (And sure, the bet was only five dollars, but it's a point of pride, damn it.)

Steve turns his attention back to the game, where the ref is making yet another call that's so laughably bad Steve's not sure how he isn't getting decked for it. A stray elbow to the face, at least. Fucking something.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbles; still pacing, arms crossed. "If they don't fire this idiot, I swear..."

He turns to Ernie for back up; remembers that Ernie's got a lapful of Misty the cat right now and quickly looks away. Creepy little thing still freaks Steve out (even if Ernie's stroking her fur like she's a harmless stress toy and not the razor-clawed, rat-chomping demon she really is.) He still can't look at her. Gets queasy just thinking about all the "presents" she's left him since he moved in.

Ernie catches the way his shoulders tense. "Didn't think you'd be afraid of a little pussy," he teases, scratching the cat behind her ears.

Misty gives a low rumble of approval.

Steve's stomach flips. "Whatever," he scoffs, looking anywhere but at them. "That thing's bad luck. No wonder we're losing."

He settles back into his seat, and the game goes on — and on, and on, until the score gets so embarrassing that Steve considers just getting up and yanking the TV plug out of the wall, or maybe storming out of the place in protest — and he's about to beg Wayne for mercy, ask him to change the station to anything else, when the front door opens so softly it sets off alarm bells in his head.

Steve whips around at the lack of sound. Knows immediately that something is wrong, because Eddie Munson doesn't do quiet. Eddie Munson comes home like fireworks going off: Crack! Whizz! Bang! He's always a burst of noise and energy; he's a fucking racket; Wayne's said so a million times — muttered it angrily when Eddie's music keeps him up, grumbled it fondly over breakfast while he tries to stop himself from falling asleep face-first in a plate of eggs.

Tonight Eddie comes home quiet as a thief. A mouse trying to evade the clutch of Misty's claws. His head's hung low as he shucks off his boots, his face obscured by frizzy hair.

Steve's across the room in a heartbeat.

"Baby?" he whispers, trying to peak behind the curtain. Eddie won't look at him, but his breathing sounds off; labored and whistling, and his hair is matted with something dark. "You okay?"

"Fine," Eddie croaks.

They both know it's a lie.

Steve lifts a hand to gently tip his chin up, but the moment his fingers graze skin Eddie winces and tugs away. "Okay," he says, pulling his hand back. "Okay, I'm sorry, just— can you look at me? Please?" He softens his voice, tries to coax Eddie out. You're safe here; you can trust me.

When Eddie finally looks up, Steve's heart lodges in his throat.

His face is ruined. Caked in dried blood, the skin below his left eye like an overripe eggplant: deep purple and threatening to split down the middle, to spill rotten juices all over the floor. There's a cut above his brow, another nick between his eyes, and— fuck.

His nose is broken.

Steve's gonna kill someone.

"Who did this to you?" he asks, deadly quiet. Whoever it is, they're not living to the morning. Steve's got a car and a nail bat and a boy with a broken nose, and he's going to kill whoever did this to him. "Eddie." He grips his biceps; shakes him a little. Insists. "Eddie, tell me who did this!"

Eddie hiccups a weak sob. Lips shiny with blood and tears, and Steve lets go; feels horrible for making it worse, for letting his anger get the best of him. He wraps Eddie up a gentle hug, cradles him against his chest and doesn't care if Ernie sees. He doesn't give a damn.

"Fucking—" Eddie grunts against Steve's shirt, his teeth chattering around the word. His throat clicks when he swallows. Sticky with blood and phlegm.

Hospital, Steve thinks. Blood loss; sepsis; shock.

Eddie gulps a ragged breath and tries again. "Fucking assholes," he gets out, "they took our- t-took our—" The words cut off with a pained whimper, and he breaks down and just cries. Cries and cries until the heaving subsides, until it lessens to muted trembling in Steve's arms. There's fresh blood on his shirt.

Eddie's blood is on his shirt.

He looks up, eyes wet and wide, and then Wayne's there; two strong, weathered hands firm on Eddie's shaking shoulders. "Is it bad?" he asks Steve. No nonsense; demanding answers. Decorated veteran.

Steve nods without a word.

"C'mon, kid," Wayne soothes. "Let's get you cleaned up."

—

part 50

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[alchemistc]

Eddie's been a perpetual DM his whole life so when Dustin offers to run a one-shot over the first Thanksgiving break everyone actually gets time off for, Eddie leaps at the chance to play as a PC, and begs Steve to play. Steve hasn't seen all the kids (they're in their mid twenties but to Steve they'll always be The Kids) together in years and he's been subjected to enough lectures about it that he's half convinced he knows his way around a campaign and he's hopelessly in love with his best friend anyway. ("No, Robin, it's different alright, I can have two best friends." "Uh, no, dingus, you can't.")

So they all huddle into the Byers-Hopper living room and to no one's real surprise Eddie's PC is just breathtakingly detailed, backstory fleshed out and built into Dustin's storyline and he goes absolutely HAM with the character voice and has a blast with it.

The shock comes from Steve's character - because Steve is determined to make this the last year he moons at Eddie Munson from afar and he's recruited Dustin's help to weave in some memory loss for Eddie's character and spent hours upon hours working out his own character with Eddie because "I'm hopeless, man, you gotta help me."



(And Eddie does, bc Steve is his best buddy in the whole world and no one is immune to his puppy eyes except maybe the Wheelers.)

Steve goes for it, because he's nearly thirty gd years old and what does he care if sometimes he's a little silly - and sometimes things come out a little awkward and sometimes Eddie has to redo Steve's math from over his shoulder (he swears he's not being an idiot on purpose, honestly, but he doesn't actually mind the way Eddie eventually just drags Steve's chair closer to his and slings an arm around the back of it so he can press into Steve's space and do the mental math every time Steve has more to count than one die and a stat add-on). The party gets used to it all quickly enough even though the first hour or so is spent laughing incredulously every time Steve affects a Voice of his own.

The campaign takes seven hours and it isn't until halfway into hour five that anyone except Steve pieces together the threads of Eddie's characters mysterious memory loss and Steve's PC's cryptic history. Mike gets a funny look on his face ten minutes before they break for snacks and drags Steve into a bathroom.

"What are you doing?" he asks with a grimace and Steve pretends to be confused. "I swear to God, Steve, if you're using this campaign to finally get into Munson's increasingly tight pants I'm going to punch you in the dick."

Steve shrugs and shields his junk, and Mike maybe has an aneurysm but that's his own problem.

The thing is, Dustin is a little shit and when Eddie'd finally convinced Steve to play he'd gone to Dustin with a plan of his own because "I'm a goddamn coward, man, I'm never gonna muster up the courage to do this on my own I need something to force me into a corner." so, like, Eddie knows there's a big reveal coming too and when Dustin drops the lore that Eddie's PC once saved an entire village, died about it, and was brought back to life when Steve's PC made a deal with a literal demon (the same demon they've been chasing across the countryside for the whole campaign, only Steve's PC has been playing it off like he doesn't have a clue who this fucker is) Eddie really leans into the story - presses into Steve's space while Steve gives a lofty speech about how he'd agreed to let the demon take only the memories of his own character because not being known by the love of his life was so much worse than him being gone and maybe it all hits a little too close to home and maybe Eddie only realizes right as Steve's throwing a second failed death save that Steve and Dustin must have planned this and maybe Will is a little too knowledgeable about the intricacies of these disaster gays intricate mating rituals, because he could totally heal Steve's character but the moment is fraught and this shit is fascinating so he lets Steve give a death speech while Eddie - actual Eddie, not his character - has tears in his eyes and thank fuck he doesn't throw a third failure because Eddie looks about ready to upturn the whole table when Will saves a reaction.

And, hey, when Steve's finally up Eddie's hand sort of just doesn't leave it's spot clenched around Steve's knee and they get through the rest of the fight and Dustin builds out a nice little happy ending for them all, Lucas doesn't pretend not to cry about it, and Mike begrudgingly admits it was a cool way to frame the story, and Will stares at Eddie and Steve like he's trying to read their minds.

(It's possible he can read minds? Steve doesn't know for sure except sometimes he's convinced Will has some left over shit from all the Upside Down crap and sometimes Will Knows Things.)

They don't, like, talk about it right away, because that was exhausting and they're all hungry as hell but like, they're sharing a room, sharing the tiny bed tucked up against the window, and it's not the first time they've ever done that but Eddie doesn't really let them get that far because halfway through brushing their teeth together, scrunched up together in the tiny bathroom across the hall, Eddie spits out toothpaste and tucks his face into Steve's neck and Steve hums around his toothbrush and curls a hand in Eddie's hair and it's super fucking inconvenient because now is the perfect time to actually Tell Eddie like he's supposed to but he has a mouthful of toothpaste and an armful of Eddie and -

"I'm gonna kill Dustin," Eddie murmurs into Steve's neck and Steve manages to maneuver his body at an alarming angle so he can clear his mouth without letting go of Eddie. "Gonna kill you too, what the hell, Steve?"

And maybe the whole dying to save the village thing was a little on the nose and maybe Steve's speeches were a little purple prosy and maybe Eddie's never been more charmed by such an absolute dork of a man in his entire life so when Steve gets to eye level and ticks up a brow in question Eddie thinks about how he's always felt like a coward but sometimes The Kids make him brave and he just lays one on Steve, toothpaste lingering in both of their mouths and Mike loudly banging on the bathroom door before Eddie's even managed to get his tongue involved and -

"Holy shit, dude, you're such a dickhead, I'm trying to stick my tongue down Steve's throat, man," Eddie says when he yanks the door open and drags Steve past a beleaguered Mike and a thrilled Will and shoves Steve none too gently back through the bedroom door. "You got earplugs?" he asks, and Mike grimaces.

"No."

"Cool, no worries, if you hear any noises for the next few hours no you didn't."

Eddie actually manages to keep it fairly quiet but Steve is a whiner and Dustin never lives down giving Mike the, like, third most traumatizing evening of his life.

#steddie headcanon #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #i will never stop thinking up new ways for steve to use dnd as a mating ritual #you can pry that headcanon from my cold dead hands #also re: eddie going absolutely ham playing a pc #you can't tell me that man would not have the most charmingly unhinged pcs #(me watching brennan lee mulligan slay every pc he plays: it eddie)

[rainbow-nerdss]

In the summer of '86, Steve looks around at his friends, his kids, his hometown, all beaten to a pulp and barely recovered.

Nothing is open in Hawkins anymore, so he packs them in between his car and Nancy's and drives them all out to the next town over.

There's a new movie out, called Ferris Bueller's Day Off -- no monsters or demons or anything of the sort, he'd checked. He's going to give them a day of being normal kids for once in their damn lives. He buys the popcorn, Robin and Nancy go halves on the tickets, Eddie gets the drinks while Jonathan and Argyle are treating everyone to pizza afterwards.

The kids make a beeline for the best seats in the back row, while Steve files in next to the older kids about halfway back. He's between Robin and Eddie, Nancy on Robin's other side, Jonathan and Argyle next to Eddie.

The lights dim, the movie starts to play, and Steve feels Eddie's hand slip into his.

This is still new, only a few weeks since Steve had done the same while Eddie was still in hospital, not realising Eddie was awake until he squeezed back.

Steve doesn't know where they stand, but he knows he likes Eddie. He knows he likes this.

The movie is fun for the most part, but when Cameron comes on the screen, Steve feels... A familiarity which isn't exactly comfortable. Something about him digs at a soft patch in Steve's chest that he usually keeps shuttered away.

"The place is like a museum." Ferris says about Cameron's home. "It's very beautiful and very cold and you're not allowed to touch anything. Can you appreciate what it must have been like for Cameron to be in that joint as a baby?"

Steve's brow furrows. It isn't all that bad, is it? It sounds a lot like Steve's house, and Steve is--- well he's not fine, but he always figures the uosode down is the main culprit for that. His folks are dicks, but they haven't had that much of an effect on him, right?

The first tear falls when Cameron looks at that painting in the gallery. The face of the child in the painting grows less and less distinct the longer he looks until it's just a mess of colour, with no substance. The image burns itself onto Steve's retinas and he squeezes Eddie's hand so tight, Eddie looks away from the screen, face falling at the sight of Steve crying silently in the theatre.

"Are you okay?" He leans over and whispers it in Steve's ear so as not to bother anyone. Steve just blinks away the tears and nods. It's a comedy movie. Just a movie.

And Steve enjoys it, he really does. He thinks it might be a new favourite actually, Ferris is funny and kind of an asshole in a lovable way, the way Steve always aimed for in high school but never quite achieved. Ferris hijacks a fucking parade to cheer up his friend, Ferris is what Steve always wanted to be, but Cameron is who he is.

Steve wonders if Eddie would hijack a parade for him. He thinks maybe he would.

Steve watches as Cameron loses it, goes into shock, and later when he kicks his asshole of a dad's car into the trees, Steve feels a sort of secondhand catharsis.

"You gonna tell me what's up?" Eddie asks, idling in the car outside of Steve's house after the kids are all dropped home.

"I think I wanna fuck up my dad's car?" Steve says, aiming a sheepish look over at Eddie.

Eddie grins, leans across the console and kisses Steve for the first time.

"Fuck, yeah. You still got that bat?"

#steddie hcs #steddie fic #steve Harrington #eddie munson #my fic #ficlets and headcanons #watched ferris bueller a few weeks back and couldn't stop thinking of how steve wants so bad to be a ferris but is a cameron deep down

[steddieonmywaywardson]

Haunted

Here’s my first ever Stranger Things fic! It’s for @thefreakandthehair ‘s Spicy Six Fanworks Challenge and was inspired by @strangersteddierthings idea of a haunted Steve. Hope everyone enjoys! 

Steve is haunted. 

It all started back in 1983 with Barb’s death. 

He hasn’t used the pool since that fateful night. He’d glanced out of the window back then, when he’d been upstairs with Nancy, to see Barb sitting out there all alone. He remembers closing the curtains on her and not giving her a second thought.

 If only he had. 

Since his parents are never home these days, the pool has been sitting unused until the water has mostly evaporated. The tiles are cracked and there’s a layer of green scum sitting on the bottom of it. The ugly brown water stains around the sides look like weeping wounds. If his parents had taken the time to go out into the backyard and check on it, they would’ve had it fixed. 

Steve kind of likes the way it looks. Something even uglier happened to Barb there. He sees her at the pool all the time even though he never goes down there. He sees her face from the window. Smiling at her latest report card, shaking her head fondly at him, shyly trying not to stare at that kid from the school band she had a crush on, or teasing Nancy. All of those Barbs are down there and Steve thinks that’s where she’ll be forever. 

There’s no relief for him in the house. It’s haunted by a different type of memory entirely. Everywhere he goes he sees his parents. His father adjusting one of his silk ties in the mirror above the fireplace, his mother’s expensive heels clacking on the polished parquet flooring. He smells his Dad’s cologne in the bathroom, his Mom’s face cream in their bedroom. They’re here, they’re always here and yet they’re never here.

Chicago. New York. Paris. Italy. Japan. He loses track. 

People expect him to hate his parents. To resent how much they’ve been away. But he doesn’t. Not all of the ghosts are bad. No, there are different ghosts that float around the Harrington house. Sometimes a smell or a sound will bring them back. Sometimes unexpectedly. 

Dustin chews on a peppermint when Steve hosts Hellfire. It’s Christmas and Steve’s Dad is dressed in a full Santa outfit although the graying beard hangs loose. He’s giving a hearty ‘ho-ho-ho’ as he hands over a sackfull of toys while his grandmother’s candy cane cookies bake in the oven and his Mom hums her favorite Christmas Carols. 

Eleven’s party poppers to celebrate her birthday.  They’re his party poppers as his Mom arranges paper plates printed with dinosaurs on the massive dining room table. His father wobbles on a ladder as he hangs balloons and streamers. His grandfather picks him up so he can touch the ceiling and pretend he’s flying like Peter Pan. 

Sometimes, Steve haunts himself. When he applies for the job at Family Video or goes to the library to sneak a look at college brochures. He looks up and sees King Steve staring at him in his reflection. Sneering at him. Perfect King Steve in his preppy polo shirts and immaculately ironed chinos. Not a single hair out of place. Underneath those clothes Steve knows his body is perfect too. No scars or blemishes. He doesn’t have to hide in sweaters or layers. 

He looks away when King Steve starts to laugh at him. 

Steve grabs his jacket, suddenly unable to bear being in the house alone any longer. His ghosts try to follow him but he slams the front door on them all. He hurries down the path and out into the street. Shoving his hands deep into the pockets of the thin jacket he strides down the streets. 

For a while, as usual, he feels safe. They can’t get to him here. Not Barb. Not his parents. Not even King Steve who only ever shows up, ironically, in reflections. 

Maybe the ghosts can’t get him. But the demon can. 

Because even in the darkened streets of Hawkins, he’s haunted. And it’s the worst of them all. He would take all of his ghosts combined forever if it could vanish the demon. 

Eddie Munson.

He’s everywhere. His voice. His image. The smell of his body odor as he’s forced to hide from the people who want him dead. He walks beside Steve, but this isn’t the carefree theatrical Eddie who stands on cafeteria tables. 

This Eddie is haunted too.

His Hellfire t-shirt is stained, saturated with the sickly reddish-brown of his spilt blood. Through the tears in his jeans, he can see open wounds. The demon smiles and a cut across his cheek splits open, fresh blood spilling over into his mouth. He grimaces and Steve can smell the acrid stench of vomit. 

Steve runs.

And runs.

 He doesn’t know where he’s going until he almost goes over the edge. He skids in the mud, realizing he’s standing atop the large hill that overlooks the Hawkins Salvage Yard. His heart is pounding wildly in his chest and his limbs feel shaky as he tries to level out his breathing. 

He’s not sure exactly how long he stays there. But it’s long enough that the sun starts to rise. It casts a soothing glow over the piles of discarded cars. The sky lights up with soft pinks and oranges. 

“Huh. I don’t think I knew this part of town existed. It’s beautiful.”

Steve turns around and he’s there. Not King Steve. Not the demon Eddie. The real one. He’s wrapped up in a leather jacket against the early morning breeze. He smiles at Steve and it’s just like the sunrise. It stretches the pink scar across his cheek. 

“Bad night?” Eddie continues as he stands beside Steve and admires the lit up salvage yard below them. 

“Something like that,” Steve answers. He doesn’t talk about the hauntings. Everyone he knows, Eddie included, has their own ghosts to deal with. 

“Yeah, I know about that,” is Eddie’s quiet reply. Steve feels a motion to his left, he looks down and Eddie’s hand is reaching out. He’s wearing all of his favorite silver rings and his black nail polish is chipped. 

Steve takes his hand and the two of them watch the sunrise together. 

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Steve Harrington finally enjoys a birthday and hopes for a little more than a fun night of drinking games with his friends.

Gilded Tombs Do Enfold. 1.3k. (oneshot)

Eddie realizes life is precious, all the way down to the lives of worms.

One Ring To Rule Them All. 2.5k. (oneshot)

Steve wears Eddie's rings while he recovers and has some realizations.

Scar-Crossed Lovers. 3.5k (oneshot)

Eddie's van is left to rot in the woods and Eddie finds himself bound to it. As years pass, Steve never stops visiting.

Make No Plans And None Can Be Broken. 6.8k. (oneshot)

5 Times Steve Harrington Makes No Plans + One Time He Does.

the answers are all inside of this. (15.2k. 3/3 chapters)

Eddie Munson shirks convention to become a wildlife rehabilitation expert. When Steve Harrington takes his kindergarten class on a field trip to the Indiana Wildlife Conservatory, he gets a little more than just a lesson on bats and fingerpainting.

why are you tattooing an orange? (2.2k, oneshot)

The origin story of Steve's notes in Over The Hills and Far Away and Eddie's first tattoo machine.

ice is made to melt (so is my heart). (1.5k. oneshot)

Eddie Munson loves hockey, and Steve Harrington loves Eddie Munson.

you filling my cup, the sun coming up. (1.8k. oneshot)

Eddie sets off the fire alarm in his new apartment building and earns more than just a lesson on opening a window to smoke.

and icarus' life, it has only just begun. (3.3k. 1/2 chapters)

Eddie gets stood up and he's going to be grateful for it for the rest of his life. Eventually.

no better version I could pretend to be tonight. (3.4k. oneshot)

Eddie can't sleep after the events in the Upside Down. Steve happens to have a solution.

never been afraid of any deviation. (1.4k. oneshot)

In 1985, Eddie finds Steve in a high school bathroom.

what's mine is yours (to leave or take). (8.2k. oneshot)

Eddie's an amateur baker who desperately needs a healthy dose of hope. He finds it in the bottom of a pie dish and the hands of Steve Harrington.

been on fire, dreaming of you. 8.6k. (oneshot)

Eddie's been writing love letters he never intends to send. When he's interrupted by Steve for an impromptu fake date, he receives much more than the promised promotional free dessert.

cassette tapes and ticket stubs. 5.2k. (oneshot)

Eddie and Steve are set up on blind dates by Robin and Chrissy. They both get stood up. Or, do they?

butter, sugar, and northern mockingbirds. 17.1k. (3/3 chapters)

Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, and Eddie Munson open Steve's secret dream bakery after surviving the Vecnapocalypse. Eddie can't seem to stop getting flour in his hair, Steve can't stop touching him, and Robin might lose her mind.

blue hour. 3.3k. (oneshot)

Eddie Munson smokes and thinks beneath the light of the chilly moon, the heat of Steve's thigh pressed comfortably against his own.

sugar, we’re goin’ down. 22.2k. (5/5 chapters)

Eddie Munson lets Steve Harrington take care of him in ways he'd never dared to imagine.

#steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #steve harrington #eddie munson #masterlist #myfic

[therealnightcity]

For Hiro: Demons of War, Lt. Mower, Where the Bodies Hit the Floor

Ares: Bloody Ritual, Discount Doc, House on a Hill

Avi: Letter of the Law, Lex Talionis, On Deaf Ears

:3

Character asks for @depyotee 😊💕

Hiro:

Demons of War: Is there a job that has left a permanent mark on your OC?

As much as he'd like to say that he's seen the worst Night City has to offer, that nothing ruffles him anymore, it still manages to surprise him. It's less of one gig that's so standout, than a parade of them, that showcase how cruel people can be, and how easily greed triumphs over the well-being of others. It wasn't the worst danger he'd ever faced, or the most terrible crimes but the gig of retrieving stolen medicine from Corporal William Hare, suspected cyberpsycho lingered long after he'd gotten his eddies. There's the feeling that maybe if he'd been there sooner, if someone else had been, the man could've gotten treatment, or in touch with Regina. But then again maybe he couldn't have, that it would have always ended the way it did, and at least he'd skirted a larger tragedy. He knows the feeling of having to make a go of it alone, feeling like you've been abandoned, but he was lucky enough to find someone who cared, who was willing to help. It makes him feel powerless, in the face of the corporate machine, and even if he can make a single person feel like it's not just them against the world, than maybe it'll all be worth it.

Lt. Mower: What is the worst betrayal your OC has faced?

Hiro isn't a stranger towards how self-serving people can be, but by far the worst was Wakako. He grew up thinking he didn't have any family aside from a brother he was estranged from, didn't know that she was his grandmother or that his dad had been her son, estranged from the family, or that he has a half-sister. She kept an eye on him growing up, but always held him at arm's length. She said it was because she didn't want him to turn out like his father, that it was for his own good but he wishes she just would've told him, been more involved. She let him make his own mistakes, firm iin her belief that if he was determined enough he would dig himself out of them, and while that held true, he's always resented her for it. He put his trust in the wrong people and she simply watched.

Where the bodies hit the floor: Is your OC vengeful? If not, what would it take for them to seek revenge?

Hiro is vengeful not when he is wronged, but his loved ones. In terms of himself, he's likely to just brush things off, especially if retaliation will simply bring more trouble. In the case of a continued threat, he will deal with it accordingly, and ensure his safety, but he's not going to go on a wild hunt in the name of revenge. If a loved one is wronged, it's a complete reversal, and he won't stop until he feels the debt has been paid--whether it's as simple as petty revenge, or making them disappear more permanently, it's unwise to provoke him.

Ares:

Bloody Ritual: Does your OC have any pre or post mission rituals or superstitions?

Ares always shoots a message to Dakota, or Iris before doing a particularly risky gig. She has the fear of something happening to her on a job, and nobody being there to take care of her dogs, and give them a home, or thinking they've been abandoned. They're like her children, and the idea of them alone and scared is enough to keep her up at night, so having a fail safe in place gives her a lot of peace of mind. She also double checks to make sure she's locked everything up before leaving, and it isn't uncommon for her to turn around and go back to check--the last thing she needs is coming home to her garage raided.

Discount Doc: Is your OC good at improvising? Would they survive a mission underprepared?

Ares thrives on improvising. She goes in with a loose plan, but with the expectation that it'll go to shit, and to be prepared for it. She doesn't necessarily have an entire backup plan, but it keeps her from being frozen in the middle of a crisis, for the most part. She has survived missions under prepared, particularly around the city, where she didn't know what to plan for in the first place. However, she's very, very careful in the Badlands, in terms of the hazards it contains (natural or otherwise), and it's something she's familiar with, unlike the city. Underprepared in the Badlands often means 'dead', and she doesn't plan on that happening anytime soon. She usually carries extra ammo, supplies in her car, and an extra gun or two, along with her tools, a tent, and sleeping roll, and of course an extra mask, goggles and more water than she thinks she'll need. She might find herself out of her depth in Night City, but a sandstorm or raid will never catch her unprepared.

House on a Hill: Is your OC easy to trust or are they paranoid? How vigilant are they?

Ares is too trusting, if anything. While she has a good scope of life in the badlands, and the challenges/specifics that come with it, Ares is less informed about the goings on in Night City, and this can lead her to come off as a little naive about how it works. She gives people the benefit of the doubt, occasionally to her disadvantage, and it's left it's lasting marks on her (in a very physical sense, her missing arm, and replacement cybernetic is a grim reminder). That being said, if someone has proven themselves untrustworthy, she's reluctant to extend the same trust again--she cares deeply and having that betrayed lingers terribly.

Avi:

Letter of the Law: How does your OC feel about Corps? Hatred? Necessary evil? Ect..

As a Corpo himself, he sees them as a necessary evil. He's self-aware enough to know they're not altruistic, but they were a means to an end for him, rather than a 'noble cause' and he saw siding with the Corps as his ticket out of the slums and into a more comfortable life. Although he'd like to pretend it doesn't impact him, his growing disillusionment with Arasaka let to him cutting ties with the company for good, in search of something with more personal freedom. He was simply a dog on a leash to them, even if his kennel was made of gold, and he didn't want to become the next Adam Smasher for them, their tool and completely at their beck and call. Not that his new ally is much less sinister, but his agency is much greater.

Lex Talionis: If your OC is a netrunner, or if they were a netrunner, what would their handle be?

Avi''s would be C3r83rU5 (Cerberus). He's referred to as 'Arasaka's Guard Dog' while working for the corporation, out of earshot of course, and the handle stuck.

On Deaf Ears: What does your OC think about human experimentation? Would they participate in a trial if they were hard up for eddies?

Avi's view of human experiementation is very dim, given his personal experience with it. It's part of the reason he cut ties with Arasaka. Although he condoned his mantis blades and lynx paws, he was filled with experimental cyberware that he hadn't agreed upon, and was missing chunks of his memory. He still doesn't know the full extent of what Arasaka did with him, and most of his records are dead-ends and redacted text. He's had enough of involuntary trials, that he'd rather do literally anything else for money, and Night City always needs another Solo. In his opinion, it's one of the worst things you can do to someone--hide the parts of themself, and leave them wondering what's really them--who is he really, and did Avi ever exist in the first place, or are they simply an Arasaka construct too?

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk ocs #oc: hiro oda #oc: ares tanner #oc: avi kaiba #cyberpunk headcanons #character asks

[thirsty-hoes-central]

While You Were Gone

Steve Harrington x reader

Warnings: discussions of starting a family and spoilers for the end of season 4. I think that’s it.

So to preface this, reader is the same age as Steve and they’ve been dating for awhile, let’s say since summer. She goes to school somewhere that isn’t close to Hawkins, but isn’t so far that you have to drive more than say, three maybe four hours. Also reader knows everything with the Upside Down and knows the gang.

Steve heard a knock while he was mindlessly watching the news to see if anything new happened. Everyone who was unharmed was safely at home with their respective family, but Steve was stuck in that empty house that held nothing but bad memories, all alone. He couldn’t dwell on that for long. He opened the door to find you standing there.

“What the hell happened?” you demanded immediately after the door started swinging open.

“Y/n, why are you here? Shouldn’t you be at Disneyland?”

“Yeah, I should be, but my parents called my hotel to let me know that a massive earthquake hit Hawkins and asked me to come home, so I’ll repeat, what the hell happened?”

Steve opened the door more to let you in. Once you were inside, he said “You might want to sit down for this; it’s a long story.”

So you sat down on the couch as Steve turned off the TV and started explaining everything. Vecna, the murders, the Upside Down merging with the regular world.

Once Steve’s done explaining, you immediately ask “Is everyone okay?”

Steve sighs before he tells you “Max is currently in a coma. She technically died, but they were able to revive her, but they don’t know if she’ll ever wake up.”

“No, not Max,” you reply with melancholy. Although you would never say, Max was your favorite of the kids because she reminded yourself of a younger you. You were her surrogate sister.

“And also Eddie Munson died fighting off a hoard of demobats. He joined our team when he was used as a scapegoat for Chrissy Cunningham’s death.”

You nodded your head solemnly. You barely knew Eddie, only hearing about him and seeing him in passing during your senior year. You knew that Lucas, Dustin and Mike adored him from what you heard when you came back for Thanksgiving and Christmas break. You couldn’t imagine how heartbroken they must be right now.

You broke out of your revery to take your boyfriend’s face in your hands. You brush his hair back and ask “Are you okay?”

He holds your wrists while you tilt his face, inspecting for even the slightest of injuries. “I’m fine,” he responds. You look him in the eyes with the most tender look possible before looking at his lips. He leans into the gentlest kiss possible. There’s so much emotion in it, but all your worry fades away now that he’s here in your arms.

“I don’t think I can go back to college after this,” you explain after you break away from Steve’s lips.

“What?” Steve asks, confused.

“What if something happens while I’m away? What if I’m not here to protect the kids?”

“It’ll all be okay. I’ll be here to protect them. Nancy and Robin are also here to protect them. I know how much your education means to you. You can’t give it because of some inter-dimensional demon is trying to take over the world.”

“You do know dumb that sounds, right?”

“Look, the point is, college is your one chance to get out of this deadbeat town; your one shot at escaping. You know you can’t give it up. Think of our future together. You want to get a job in some city, so we can get an apartment together and maybe have a couple kids. I don’t want you to feel like you’re forced to give it up. And say something does happen? I’ll personally drive up and pick you up from college so you can help out. Is that a deal?”

“Okay,” you respond. You go in for another soft kiss, expressing all the emotions you can’t put to words. You pull back, resting your forehead against his and say “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he responds.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot

[unicyclehippo]

one word prompt: childcare

when eddie and nancy go toe-to-toe, robin and steve make themselves scarce.

ordinarily, robin would put every cent she has on nancy but playing this game as they have every weekend for a few weeks now has shown her a new side to eddie. rumour made it out that he was this, like, barely scraping-by dude: drug-addled, rude, tattooed, long-haired freak. but as it happens, he also has a stubborn streak a mile wide. immovable object, meet unstoppable force: nancy wheeler. the impact of which is catastrophic for anyone in the room.

steve snags robin's collar—because one man's catastrophe is another woman's weekend entertainment—and drags her out to make hot dogs.

'pass. i've cooked enough for a lifetime.'

'when have you ever cooked?' he demands, slinging a teatowel over his shoulder.

'uh, hello? scoops a-hoy? maybe you don't remember because you literally never did your job but i worked there every day the whole summer long.'

steve pulls a face. 'that's not cooking, though.'

'yes it is.'

'no it's not. it's icecream.'

'it - it's - it's cooking adjacent. and it's nothing i ever want to do again. plus - plus - pb and j's. for hours, steve. hours.'

'again, not cooking. but hey - there's a silver lining for you,' he says with a forced smile, eyes so fucking sad that she's already mentally flailing for something to distract him, 'with the mall burned down and a giant demon cross cutting through the main road, you'll probably never have to work fast food again. yay.'

she fake cheers with the same enthusiasm she does for the basketball games she's required to attend (that is, not much) and starts to back away to the kitchen door.

'hey - wait! you're really not going to help?'

'sorry steve. hot dogs freak me out. whatever you're thinking of saying,' she says, holding up a hand to stop him and his stupid smirk, 'do not. it's the smell. and also i read this article recently that said that store-bought sausages are made from all the left over waste and processed with chemicals before being stuffed into a weird skin tube and the article said that each sausage—each one, steve, not one in a dozen or one in a unit, each one—has an average of four human body parts in it.'

steve gags. 'like, fingers?'

'what? no, steve.'

'you said body parts!'

'like hair or nails. not fingers.'

'still. gross.' he frowns down at the sausages in his hand. while he's distracted, robin steps backwards out the door and wanders off. behind her, she hears, 'i got these from the butcher, though? does that make a difference? robin?'

//

the henderson mum had a brief flirtation with the idea of a home gym, which is why robin finds a stationary bike crammed into the corner of a little study. actually, it might have been a semi-serious relationship with those late-night infomercials because she's also got a stack of workout videos, a pastel selection of sweatbands (unopened), a do-it-yourself home perm kit, a huge container of off-brand lollipops, and a stack of encyclopedia's from A through G.

'well, well, well. don't mind if i do.'

she's idly peddling on the bike, mismatched sweatbands on her head and wrists and ankles, sucking on a lollipop that tastes a little like lemon and a lot like soap, and part-way through the history of braces—which goes into some interesting further reading on the fluoridation of water in the states—when steve's kid storms into the house like he owns the place. and sure, it's his house, but he doesn't have to be so loud about it, all slamming doors and stampeding down the hall, past the study and deeper into the house. probably his room, but soon he is back and flings open the study door with a loud,

'STEVE?'

robin glances up from the encyclopedia she has balanced on the bike handles to see him drop to the ground—like steve would be hiding under the desk?—and scramble up with a (loud) huff. he slams the door behind him without even a hello or how are you.

she's gonna have to have words with steve about that. she's not the expert on polite conversation—that's steve's realm of expertise, which is precisely her point. what the heck is he teaching this kid?

a second later, he throws the door open again and comes to stand in front of her, hands on hips.

'robin!'

'steve's kid,' she acknowledges without looking up. the pedals squeak as she slowly pedals.

'i have a name.'

'good for you.'

he waits a few seconds, presumably to give her time to use it; when she doesn't he rolls his eyes so forcefully his head rolls too. dropping his chin to his chest, he groans, like talking to her is the hardest thing ever.

'do you know,' the kid says, nice and slow, 'where steve is?'

'nope.'

'do you know where he was?'

robin drags out the seconds before she answers. she flicks the page, even though she wasn't quite finished. the kid takes to pacing in the five seconds she delays and she has to scratch her nose to hide her grin. it's her right to irritate him—a right hard-earned through nothing more than the chaotic universe spitting her out years before him—and it's a right that she wouldn't give up for anything.

'did you check the bathroom?'

the kid scoffs. 'what do you think i am? stupid? don't answer that. the bathroom was the first place i checked.'

'hm.'

'robin, please. enough misdirection.' he stops his pacing directly in front of the bike and grabs the handles, yanks himself forward so that his face is right in front of hers. 'let's be frank with each other,' he says like he's a particularly condescending businessman instead of a twelve (maybe?) year old kid. 'you and i both know that steve is here, somewhere. just tell me where.'

she pulls the lollipop from her mouth and points it at him, accusatory. 'has anyone told you that you need to work on your attitude?'

steve's kid closes his eyes, weary. with her specifically. 'yes.'

'hm. did you try the kitchen?'

'what? no. why would i?'

'um, because he's a teen guy and needs to eat, like, all the time? and because ever since he's started babysitting you guys,' she reaches out, ruffles his hair, 'he's really stepped into the roll of nanny, which includes,' she spreads her hands dramatically, 'food preparation.'

steve's kid scowls. reaches up to fix his hair. she watches him fondly; when he panics just so about his precious curls, it makes him look so much like steve.

'i'm going to tell him you called him that.'

robin just arches a brow and salutes him lazily, lollipop held between two fingers like a cigarette.

he leaves and he does not close the door. little shit.

his friend—the one that got lost, or kidnapped, or - and it's wild that it's only just now occurring to her - got sucked into the upside down—is left standing alone in the front room like a scarecrow, all gangly height and stock-still.

before she can think better of it, robin is abandoning her sweet set-up and sidling over to him and then she's halfway there and he's seen her approach, is turning toward her with a confused look, which means she can't divert even if she is thinking better of it now. she stops in front of him and digs into her jacket pocket, offers him one of the handful of lollipops she snagged from the stash.

'lemon soap candy?'

'uh. thanks.' he takes it but doesn't unwrap it, just fiddles with the foil, which makes a quiet rustling sound. his eyes dart left and right but there's no one else around—eddie and nancy took their fight to the basement, steve in the kitchen—so he resettles.

'robin.'

'oh. will.'

she nods like she doesn't know he's been kidnapped and traumatised by otherworldly monsters. 'yeah, the other one, he's mentioned you. you used to run these games. for the other,' she wriggles her fingers in the direction of the kitchen, where steve's kid just thundered toward, 'children.'

will doesn't take offence at the moniker; rather, his face lights up and there's not enough baby fat left on it for the expression to look cherubic, as she's sure it once did. now, it makes him look so damn vulnerable, moved that she knows who he is and robin gets it. in that moment, she gets why steve stole a kid. because this one is taller than she is but she's having to actively fight the urge to tuck him under her arm and throw a molotov at anything that so much as looks at him wrong. it's hard, being different in this world, and something about him screams out that he's like her; it's like at some point in their youth everyone decided, everyone knew it about them—stamped WEIRD across their forehead, metaphorically speaking, or slapped a sticker on their back that is the social equivalent of KICK ME—and when the town is as small as hawkins, you can't run far enough to start anew.

something swells in her at the thought of this kid getting treated the same, something sharp and hot and fierce. she's felt it before; it usually leads to her saying things she shouldn't to people who are more important than her, or just. ignoring it. running it off. but something about will—maybe his awkward sway, maybe his oh-so-neatly tucked in shirt, maybe everything—makes her grind her teeth and her knuckles pop in her hands. she swallows hard; shoves the feeling aside to focus on what he's saying to her.

'yeah! um - mike and lucas and dustin. sometimes max, but she didn't like it as much. i think she mostly came to hang out with lucas,' he says softly, like he's telling her a secret and not something that's abundantly obvious to everyone who has ever seen max and lucas ever. 'are you, um, familiar?'

she blinks. 'i'm learning. eddie gave me the rulebook a few weeks ago—he taped the second half of it shut? apparently i'm not supposed to see -'

'it's the adventure, the second half. you can't see that.'

'that's what he said but he didn't explain.'

'oh. oh, okay!' will doesn't jump up and down with excitement, but there's as much visceral delight in the way he smiles and straightens up, just a little, that he might as well have. 'so the adventure is all the information about the story as well as the monsters you're going to fight and the - the dungeon, which is the environment. so if you read it, you'll know everything about what is coming which, it's just not going to be as much fun because you won't be surprised. but also, um, eddie? he might not be running one of those adventures.'

'what do you mean?'

'he might, you know. make up his own. but those adventures, they're a good back up if he's busy and doesn't have time to prepare something.'

she nods.

he nods. folds his arms across his chest, tucking his hands under his pits. unfolds himself because he forgot about the lollipop in his hands and he shoves that into his back pocket before folding himself up again. it's the kind of stance you develop after shooting up six inches over a summer but gaining exactly zero friends, so the height only makes you a target and you learn quickly to keep it down.

'do you - have a character?' he asks when the silence stretches on uncomfortably.

'guinevere. she's a ranger.'

'oh cool. rangers are cool. um.' another quick glance for a friend but, seeing that no one is around, or needs him, he offers, 'do you want me to get some of the extra books for you? they're in dustin's attic - he stored them when i- when we left.'

robin grins. it must come off a little maniacal because he rocks back on his heels but he doesn't get far. she sets her hand on his shoulder and looks him square in the eyes.

'yes, william, i do. i need rules. i need to learn them and commit them to memory and crush steve with them.'

he looks a little shocked at being touched but then her words hit him and he laughs, loud, and uncurls. presses up into her hand like a cat. eyes bright, smile lingering, he asks,

'have you played yet at all? or is this all set-up still?' gesturing to the messy table in the dining room.

'we've played two sessions so far. but the set-up, the set-up took forever. does it always take that long? and i'm still trying to remember all my abilities.'

'no. i mean, it depends. the remembering is hard, especially later when you get more stuff, that's why the sheet is good - and so important to write everything down so you don't overlook it - but the - the set up, yeah. it depends. since it's your first time,' he explains as they wander through the house to the attic hatch, where he grabs the rope without needing a chair or foot stool or anything, 'you have to learn all the main rules first so that can be hard. especially if you're coming into it without reading a lot of fantasy or playing other games like that. but when you start playing, it's more fun. still takes ages, but fun.'

robin nods. they hadn't left the town where eddie had them start, and steve had accidentally insulted some random person on the street which meant that they had to run away or start a brawl, and nancy was surprisingly fixated on plants, but she could see how it would be fun.

'you're really selling me on it, kid,' she says, and quirks a smile when he looks nervous, like he might have scared her away. 'what's it like in california?'

will grunts, yanks down the hatch and the ladder. 'sunny,' he says, and climbs up.

that startles a laugh from her. 'sounds nice.' he pauses at the top of the ladder. 'something wrong?'

'no. it's just,' he hesitates.

robin peers up past him and sees the problem. from the inside of her jacket, she pulls a small, powerful torch and knocks it gently against his ankle, passing it up wordlessly. he clicks it on and sighs with relief before scuttling up into the space. after a moment, there's a dragging sound and then he calls down,

'watch out!'

he drops a box to the floor; it kicks up a cloud of dust and robin sneezes, backing up. eyes watering, she sneezes again. will hurried down the ladder and crouches next to the box, pulling through the neatly arranged contents. when he stands, he has four books in his hands and he looks almost apologetic as he holds them out.

'i know it looks like a lot, but -'

'you're a miracle child.' she grabs them eagerly. 'which one first? is there an order, or is it all -'

will, who gets the honour of her remembering his name because she's gonna keep him, huddles into her side so he can take one of the books and hold it open for her. he flips eagerly through what he calls "the beginner's handbook" even though it clocks in at a hundred plus pages. he's a fount of information and, she notes with interest, doesn't stumble over his words or hesitate while he's talking about the game. robin settles in to listen, slings an arm over his shoulder.

'and you said you're a ranger?'

'yeah. beast master.'

'oh that's sick,' he enthuses. 'have you chosen your beast? because there's some really cool options—here, check out this one, this is the monster manual. it has to be a beast type, obviously, but it's cool to look at the monsters too. they don't have many aberrations,' he says with an apologetic tilt, 'so i tend to design those myself—'

'wait, you can do that?'

'yeah. i like drawing and dungeons and dragons so...' he ruffles his bangs, ducks his head.

'that's really cool, will.'

even with his head dropped to hide his face, he's tall enough that she can just make out a pleased smile anyway. 'thanks. i didn't do it heaps. mostly i drew our characters.' he peeks up at her. 'i can - draw your character. if you want?'

'really?'

'yeah, totally.'

'that would be awesome, yeah!'

'okay!' he gathers the books and shoves the crate to the side of the hall, for steve to hoist into the attic again later. they head to the table where will helps himself to her character sheet and flips through it with a keen eye, nodding occasionally. 'this is nicely balanced for a first character,' he says when he's done.

'well, nancy and eddie helped.'

'oh nancy is playing?' will smiles. 'she played with us once.' he bites his lip, glances about.

'she's not here,' robin assures him, grinning. 'she's scary, huh?'

he nods enthusiastically. his eyes are bright, delighted. 'brutal.' then, 'um. is it okay if i draw in your notebook?'

'go for it.' robin pops up to sit on the table, facing him, and kicks her feet as she flips through the beast book he gave her. she's finally settled on a hyena when he puts down his pencil and hands back the page, which has a female archer sketched out on it. she looks more handsome than pretty, with short hair and a cap like robin hood, and for something that only took him a few minutes, the sketch is really, really good. she tells him as much and he turns away, turns his big smile to the wall.

'WILL!' steve's kid bellows from the door. 'WE'RE LEAVING!'

'oh, uh.' will jumps up, starts toward his friend. after a second, he rushes back, wraps his hands around the back of the chair he had been sitting in. drums his fingers against the wood. 'it was, uh, nice to meet you,' he says, and sticks out a hand.

she takes it. shakes firmly, once. 'see you round, william.'

he pulls away, hurries to the door. turns at the last second to wave, a tiny awkward wave low to his hip, and runs out to join his friends. it's a half second later that steve sidles over and drops an elbow hard on her shoulder, props himself up at her side.

'well, well, well. look who went and adopted a kid.'

'shut up, steve.'

'if it isn't miss your-dumb-kids-are-here who now has a dumb kid of her own.'

'my kid is an artist.'

'yeah, well, mine is a genius!'

'mine doesn't yell.'

steve concedes that point with a grimace. 'my kid trained a demodog.'

'the thing that nearly killed you?'

'that's so not the point, robin. geez. it was totally cool, obviously.'

'right. well my kid - okay, so i don't know that much about him,' she admits, forfeiting the bragging match. 'but i like him. he's cool.'

steve looks at the slammed door (courtesy of his kid) with a thoughtful look on his face. 'do you think...' he glances around to make sure there's no one near enough to hear them. even so, he lowers his voice. 'obviously, this is just a rumour but...people thought that he was kind of...'

robin waits, brows raised. he pauses.

'well. that he might be, you know.'

'and?'

'i'm not saying it's a bad thing,' he says, sounding exasperated. 'come on, give me some credit here. i'm just wondering if that's, like, why you like him.'

robin considers the question seriously, leans her weight against him until he swears and has to adjust his footing to hold her up. 'maybe,' she admits. 'it's like that movie we watched.'

'blade runner?'

'no. but i knew you liked that one.'

'it was fine,' he denies. 'E.T.?'

'no, steve,'

'we work in a video store, robin, we have watched a lot of movies. rocky. rocky two. rocky three.'

'you made me watch those.'

'and you're welcome.'

'i was going to say breakfast club. how they were all, woo, we're a group now.'

steve laughs. 'now i'm not sure you even watched it.'

'i did, i was just focused on the important parts. the chick who looked worse after her makeover,' she elaborates.

'oh interesting. not claire?'

she shrugs. 'anyway, it doesn't matter. my point is that people like us have to stick together—'

'people like -' he lifts his brows meaningfully. 'or people like...what?'

'weird people, steve. people who - who fight monsters and can't tell anyone. or who talk too much, or don't fit in for whatever reason. and yes, people like,' she lifts her brows right back at him. 'you've never had to deal with being weird but it sucks. especially in high school. i found marching band and that was literally my haven because kids aren't nice to anyone who is different.' she jumps down off the table, that sharp hot fierce angry feeling boiling in her again, and starts to pace. 'and life is hard, steve, it's really hard, when you have to avoid people who want to enforce the status quo when you can't do it, when you've tried to be normal because you'd really like to stop being bullied but it's no use because no matter what you do, it doesn't work. but you can have a place where that doesn't happen and it's so much more important because of what's going on outside and these kids had hellfire and now they don't even have that officially so they have to have each other and we have to have them!'

when she stops, panting, and swivels to look at him, steve is looking at her with that wide-eyed, dopey, totally fond look he gets when she's been rambling about something he already agreed with but didn't feel like stopping her. he pulls her into a hug and she collapses into it, grips the back of his shirt tight and buries her face into his shoulder. a few deep breaths gets the rest of the prickly anger out of her system.

he pats her back and says, voice warm and low, rumbling in his chest, 'yeah. we've got them.'

'good.' she sniffles. 'get off me.'

'make m—' he gets out before doubling over, wheezing, as she jabs two knuckles into his solar plexus. 'ouch, robin.'

#tagging my stories #prompt fill #st tag #3blts #sometimes a dnd table is three bisexuals and a lesbian & that’s valid #i will have more nancy robin at some point n eddie steve but i just wanted to write this thing first

[apomaro-mellow]

Life Goes On

El stopped Vecna. For now. But she didn't stop the agents or the government. Now Hawkins in surrounded on all sides. No one goes in, and absolutely no one goes out. Except for one agent. Who has come to Hawkins undercover to investigate but this town might be more than she bargained for.

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consider this a primer. I just wanted to show little snapshots before getting into the real thing, which will be a separate fic. This was honestly inspired by me re-listening to old Night Vale episodes in honor of spooky month so this universe will essentially be Hawkins slowly turning into a town similar to that.

Eventual steddie, ronance, and maybe even jargyle (in the main fic)

Mike made a face of disgust while Lucas covered his nose. Erica was just looking on with wide eyes as the mass of dead pigeons within the circle made of blood.

With a groan, Mike took out a match just before Erica took a picture with her camera.

"That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit", Lucas said.

"Does this one even count though?", Erica's nose scrunched. "They just used a bunch of pigeons."

Mike lit the match and set the dead birds on fire. "Either way, we gotta tell the others and get the word out."

"My question is why", Lucas went from pinching his nose to fanning the rancid smoke away. "Why the hell would people think the devil is gonna help them now?"

Mike just shrugged but as always, Erica had an idea. "Maybe they think if they become devil worshippers, they'll get mercy."

But the three of them knew very well that nothing that was happening was the work of Satan. While the evil had many names, it didn't come from Hell. It was much colder.

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Many citizens of Hawkins turned their radios on that evening to one of the few stations still available. The voice of a teenager came on.

"Wassup Hawkins! Iiiiit's Gareth!"

"And Robin!"

"Coming to you live from my mother's basement!"

"That's a lie, we're actually in his father's basement."

"Yeah, you know the story, mom skips out, raised by single dad, live forever in single dad's basement. Anyway, let's get right to it, shall we Bucks?"

"We shall because it seems that people STILL think that sacrificing animals on top of a pentagram will grant them perdition."

"This is your daily reminder to NOT DO THAT", Gareth said.

"Dead animals will only attract the kind of demon you don't want. Plus, come on, pigeons?"

"If you're gonna worship a devil, get him something nice. The Hawkins petting zoo still has a couple of good goats."

"And in the absence of goats, sacrifice your least favorite child", Robin teased. "Coming up next, How to Avoid Being Ritually Sacrificed by Your Parents."

"If my named rhymed with Bike, Mucus, or Breve, I'd listen in for the next report. But before that, shake your devil worshipping ass to the newest by my band, Corroded Coffin."

A single guitar lick was heard before the radio was shut off.

"Hey! Don't turn off a hit!", Eddie protested.

"I need to focus. And don't you have something to do?"

Eddie's first instinct was to turn to Steve and so he did the complete opposite and instead turned to face the wall, looking just as aimless as Dustin expected him to be.

"Let me give you a hint, it starts with 'camp' and ends in 'aign'", Dustin helped.

"Right, yeah, that."

"'Right, yeah, that'", Dustin mocked. "You'd think it'd be important to you, now more than ever."

Steve and Eddie shared a look, fortunately, Dustin was too engrossed in his typing to see it. The barricades and guards went all around the town, and they were probably monitoring all phone calls, but there was still Suzie.

"The campaign is important, but I'm hungry now", Eddie said, turning towards the door. "Harrington?"

Steve got up from the couch and was about to follow Eddie out of the Henderson home when Dustin spoke up.

"You sure he doesn't have vampiric compulsion? You sure do what he says a lot lately."

Steve watched as Eddie opened up an umbrella before going outside. "Not a lot of room for conflict in Hawkins these days."

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"Oh you're the new guy, huh? Welcome. I'm Argyle. I was once a new guy like yourself. But in the time I've lived here in Hawkins, Indiana, I've learned a lot about myself and the world."

"How many years have you been living here?"

"Years?"

"Don't forget to give them their kit, Argyle", Nancy said, walking by them with a clipboard but barely giving a glance otherwise.

"Right. So here's your newcomer kit."

Meredith, a new resident, opens up the box. There were matches, a lighter, a gun, a blank cassette tape, a pamphlet titled "Beginner's Guide to Dungeons and Dragons", and another pamphlet with depictions of different types of monsters.

"People need all this to live in Hawkins?", Meredith asked.

"They sure do", Argyle answered.

"So you give out guns and lighters to everyone who moves in?"

"Actually, you're the first person to move in since the fences went up. But Big Wheel thinks of everything. Oh!" Argyle then got in real close to whisper. "Just don't let her hear you call her that. She hates it." He then leaned back out and continued in his normal volume. "But you can call her brother Mini Wheels. He hates it too but dude kinda needs to get over himself, you know?"

Meredith did a slow nod but really, she didn't know.

"Great! Well you're all set! And like we say here in Hawkins, don't turn upside down!"

Meredith, who had been smiling at finally being released from this odd conversation, faltered. "Don't turn upside down? You mean my smile?"

"No man, nothing. Don't turn anything upside down."

His voice was serious and it was such a mismatch with his bright clothing and Meredith was wondering what she had gotten herself into. But that was exactly why she was here.

To solve the mysteries of this town.

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El stopped Vecna. For now. But she didn't stop the agents or the government. Now Hawkins in surrounded on all sides. No one goes in, and absolutely no one goes out. It sucks for sure, but hey, life goes on. At least they still get signals and supply drops. And also Eddie's back! But Upside Down stuff is still new to most of the citizens. So it's up to the party to catch them up to speed, prepare them for any coming attack, and school them in the finer points of dealing with the supernatural.

#apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #gonna try posting even more things here

[buckttommy]

Soooo. Which one of Eddie's parents is dying/will die, huh?

#Go with me here: #this episode was very Oldest Sibling Eddie coded. Again I am a youngest sibling Eddie truther #but this is the first time we have seen Eddie interact with May or ANYONE younger than him in the capacity which he did tonight #Usually when Eddie interacts with someone younger than him they are MUCH younger than him (i.e. Christopher/Charlie) or only #a few years younger (i.e. Buck/Ravi) so that the age difference doesn't matter. #May is an adult in her own right but she's also significantly younger than him and he immediately assumed a Big Brotherly role #like it was natural to him. #Keeping that in mind and also looking at the call with the mother who died #Maybe I'm reading too much into it but Oldest Daughter/Eddie seemed to have stories that follow the same/similar trajectory #both with a parent who is there but not #who goes through life thinking Everything Is OK not even noticing that their child has pulled away from them #I said it before but an episode that so heavily centers around choices (sometimes bad ones) having parents making choices for #their children that they think are for the best but only end up hurting them #and placing enormous burden of responsibility on their eldest (even unintentionally).... #Maybe Eddie goes home to face his demons but while he's there he is going to learn that either Helena or Ramon is sick and/or dying #and he's going to be the first one of his siblings to catch it. And whatever death comes next is... probably not going to fix everything #between them. But it's going to clear the air enough that Eddie can heal in his own way #just like the Oldest Daughter whose mom technically died before they got any real emotional closure but whose last words were enough #to buoy and anchor her so that she could be there for her younger siblings #End of Season 5 and beginning of Season 6 is not going to fuck around #Let's talk about healing when the parent who fucked you up is too dead to even fully understand the grasp of what they've done #to you and how you rebuild when - for all you said - there is still so much you did not get the chance to say to them #Holy shit. If this is how they take this story.... bye <3 #tv: 911 #911: 05 x 15 #911 spoilers #jack.txt

[thewidowsghost]

Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 1

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(Y/n) stands in the kitchen of her mother and step-father's apartment, making the bean dip Smelly Gabe liked so much.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on the counter but then she lets out a yelp as something hits her in between her shoulder blades.

"Hurry it up, girl!" Smelly Gabe snarls.

"Yes sir," (Y/n) murmurs.

A few minutes later, Gabe stalks into the kitchen, takes the dip without so much of a thank you.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on the shoe on the ground before she moves to her room. She climbs into her bed, getting under her covers. (Y/n) turns, facing the wall.

She closes her eyes, falling to an uneasy sleep.

(Y/n) watches, disconnected from the others in the dream, as one of her brother's teachers turns into something that reminded her of a demon, or something similar that she'd read books about. The woman had bat wings, claws, and a mouth of yellow fangs.

Then (Y/n) looks around, her eyes widening in shock as she sees her brother holding a bronze sword.

Percy swings the sword, the demon exploding into yellow powder, vaporizing on the spot.

A hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder has (Y/n) jolting awake. "Honey? Are you okay?" Sally Jackson asks.

Catching the wide-eyed look of horror on (Y/n)'s face, Sally wraps her daughter in a hug.

(Y/n)'s breathing steadies, and she breathes in her mother's familiar scent - chocolate, licorice, and all the other things she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central Station.

"Did you get all your work done?" Sally asks softly, her thumb brushing over a slightly visible bruise that had appeared at the base of the back of her neck.

(Y/n) hums in reply.

. . .

The next day, (Y/n) is once again lying in her bed, not wanting to have to deal with Gabe throwing more shoes or glass bottles at / near her.

. . .

Percy walks into the apartment, dragging his suitcase behind him, hoping his mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe is in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blares ESPN; chips and beer cans are strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking up, he says around his cigar, "So, you're home."

"Where's my mom? (Y/n)?"

"Mom's working," Gabe says. "The girl's in her room. You got any cash?"

"That's it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been the last six months?

Gabe had put on weight since the last time Percy had seen him. Gabe looked like a tuskless walrus in thrift-store clothes. He has about three hairs on his head, all combed over his bald scalp.

"I don't have any cash," Percy replies.

Gabe raises a greasy eyebrow. Gabe could sniff out money like a bloodhound, which is surprising, since his own smell should've covered up everything else.

"You took a taxi from the bus station," he says. "Probably paid with a twenty. Got six, seven bucks in change. Somebody expects to live under this roof, he ought to carry his own weight. Am I right, Eddie?"

Eddie, the super of the apartment building, looks at Percy with a twinge of sympathy. "Come on, Gabe," he says. The guy just got here."

"Am I right?" Gabe repeats.

Eddie scowls into his bowl of pretzels. The two other guys pass gas in harmony.

"Fine," Percy says. He digs a wad of dollars out of his pocket and throws the money on the table. "I hope you lose."

"Your report card came, brain boy!" He shouts back at Percy. "I wouldn't act so snooty!"

Percy slams the door to his room, which isn't really his room. During school months, it is Gabe's 'study.' He doesn't study anything in there except old car magazines, but he loves shoving his stuff in Percy's closet, leaving his muddy boots on the windowsill, and doing his best to make the place smell like his nasty cologne, cigars, and stale beer.

Percy drops his suitcase on the bed. Home sweet home he thinks.

Gabe's smell is almost worse than the nightmares about Mrs. Dodds, or the sound of that old fruit lady's shears snipping the yarn.

Percy sits, lost in his thoughts.

Then he hears his mom's voice, "Percy?" She opens the bedroom door, and his fears melt. "Oh, Percy," she hugs him tight. "I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas."

Sally had brought Percy a bag of 'free samples' the way she always did whenever he'd come home.

The two sit together on the bed. While Percy attacks the blueberry sour strings, she runs her hands through his hair, demanding to know everything that he hadn't put in his letters. She doesn't mention his getting expelled. She doesn't seem to care about that.

Percy tells his mother that she is smothering him, but secretly, Percy is really, really glad to see her.

From the other room, Gabe yells, "Hey, Sally - how about some bean dip, huh?"

Percy grits his teeth. My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should be married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.

(Y/n) pads into Percy's room, and the dark haired boy brightens at the sight of his younger twin.

"I've got the dip, Mom," (Y/n) says softly. Sally gazes at her daughter for a moment, her gaze sad.

"Wait, (Y/n)," Sally says, and (Y/n) turns back to face her mother. "I've got a surprise for the two of you," she says. "We're going to the beach."

Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin," Sally replies.

"When?" (Y/n) asks, looking excited.

She smiles, "As soon as I get changed."

(Y/n) can't believe it. Mom, Percy, and I hadn't been to Montauk in the last two summers because Gabe had said that there wasn't enough money.

Gabe appears in the doorway behind (Y/n) and growls, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"

Percy wants to punch him, but he meets his mother's eyes, and understands that she is offering him a deal: Be nice to Gabe for a little while; just until she's ready to leave for Montauk.

"I've got it, Gabe," (Y/n) says.

"Sorry, honey," Sally says, looking at her husband. "We were just talking about the trip."

Gabe's eyes get small. "The trip? You mean you were serious about that?"

"I knew it," Percy mutters. "He won't let us go."

"Of course he will," Sally says evenly. "Your stepfather is just worried about money."

(Y/n) turns to face Gabe, smiling as kindly as she could. "What if I make a seven-layer dip that'll last the whole weekend?" she asks. "Guacamole. Sour cream. The works."

Gabe softens a bit, then turns back to face Sally. "So, this money for your trip . . . it comes out of your clothes budget, right?"

"Yes, honey," Sally replies.

"And you won't take my car anywhere but there and back."

"We'll be very careful."

Gabe scratches his double chin. "Maybe if the girl hurries up with the seven-layer dip . . . and if the boy apologizes for interrupting my poker game."

Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, Percy thinks. And make you sing soprano for a week.

"I'm sorry," Percy mutters. "I'm really sorry I interrupted your incredibly important power game. Please go back to it right now."

Gabe's eyes narrow. His tiny brain is probably trying to detect the sarcasm in my statement, Percy thinks.

"Yeah, whatever," Gabe decides; he goes back to his game.

"Thank you, Percy," Sally says. "Once we get to Montauk, we'll talk more about...whatever you've forgotten to tell me, okay?"

For a moment, (Y/n) can see anxiety in her mother's eyes, but then her smile returns, and (Y/n) figures that she must've been mistaken.

. . .

An hour later, the three are ready to leave.

Gabe takes a break from his poker game long enough to watch (Y/n) and Percy lug the bags to his car. He keeps griping and groaning about losing her and (Y/n)'s cooking - and more important, his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch on this car, brain boy," Gabe warns Percy as he loads the last bag into the car. "Not one little scratch."

Like I'd be the one driving. I'm fourteen, Percy thinks.

Watching Gabe lumbers back towards the apartment building, Percy gets so mad that he does something he can't explain. As Gabe reaches the door, Percy makes the hand gesture he'd seen Grover made on the bus, a soft of warding-off-evil gesture, a clawed hand over his heart, then a shoving movement towards Gabe. The screen door slams so hard it whacks him the the butt and sends him flying up the staircase as if he'd been shot from a cannon.

. . .

(Y/n)'s POV

Our rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of Long Island. It is a little pastel box with faded curtains, half sunken into the dunes. There's always sand in the sheets, spiders in the cabinets, and most of the time the sea is too cold to swim in.

I loved the place.

Mom, Percy, and I had been going ever since Percy and I'd been a baby. Mom had been coming even longer. She'd never exactly said, but I know why the beach was special to her.

It's the place where she'd met my Dad.

As we get closer to Montauk, Mom seems to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turn the color of the sea.

We get there around sunset, open all the cabin's windows, and go through the usual cleaning routine.

Mom, Percy, and I walk on the beach, feed blue corn-chips to the seagulls, and munch on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples Mom had brought home from work.

I guess maybe I should explain all the blue food.

Gabe had once told Mom that there was no such thing. They had had this fight, which had seemed like a really small think at the time, but ever since, Mom went out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes, mixed blueberry smoothies, bought blue-corn tortilla chips, and brought home blue candy from the shop. This - along with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano - is proof that she isn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, just like Percy.

When it gets dark, we make a fire. We roast hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom tells Percy and me stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents had died in the plane crash. She tells us about the books she wanted to write someday, when she had enough money to quit the candy shop.

Eventually, it seems that Percy gets the nerve to ask about what is always on our minds whenever we come to Montauk - our father. Mom's eyes go all misty. I figure she would tell us the same things she always did, but neither Percy or I ever got tired of hearing them.

"He was kind, Percy," Mom replies. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle too, like you, (Y/n)." Mom says and I soften. "You have his black hair, Percy, and you both share his green eyes.

Mom fishes a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you two. He would be so proud."

I wonder how she could say that when I'm the girl who cowers from her stepfather. The girl who hides in her room to get away from said stepfather.

"How old were we?" Percy asks, pulling me from my thoughts. "I mean . . . when he left?"

Mom watches the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But . . . he knew us as babies."

"No, honey," Mom replies. "He knew I was expecting twins, but he never met you. He had to leave before you were born."

I try to square that with the fact that I seem to remember . . . something about my father. A warm glow, maybe a smile.

Percy and I had always assumed that our father had known us as babies. Mom had never said it outright, but still, I'd felt that it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen us . . .

I feel angry at my father. Maybe it is stupid, but I resent him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry Mom.

"Are you going to send me away again?" Percy asks. "To another boarding school?"

Mom pulls a marshmallow from the fire.

"I don't know, honey," her voice is heavy. "I think . . . I think we'll have to do something."

"Because you don't want me around?" Percy says and I flinch, avoiding both his and Mom's gazes.

I glance up to see that Mom's eyes had welled up with tears. "Oh, Percy, no. I - I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away."

"But you never send her away," Percy says and I look up, eyes wide with surprise.

Mom looks at Percy, eyes wide with shock.

Finally she says, "I have to keep both of you away from each other as much as possible. I thought you'd finally be safe."

"I tried to keep you as close to me as I could," Mom says. "They told me it was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy, (Y/n) - the place your father wanted to send you two. And I just . . . I just can't stand to do it."

"Our father wanted us to go to a special school?" I ask.

"Not a school," Mom replies. "A summer camp."

My head spins. Why would my dad - who hadn't even stayed around to see me and Percy be born - talk to Mom about a summer camp?

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," Mom says, seeing the look in my eyes. "But I can't talk about it. I - I couldn't send you two to that place. It might mean saying goodbye to you for good."

"For good?" Percy asks. "But if it's only a summer camp . . ."

Mom turns towards the fire, and I know from her expression, that if we asked any more questions, she would start to cry.

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#annabeth chase x female reader #annabeth chase x fem reader #annabeth chase x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus

[trashcreatyre]

I'm gonna explain one of my TMA playlists bc I've been wanting to do that for several months, and how else am I supposed to procrastinate my animatic project at one in the morning?

(here's the link to the playlist bc I think its pretty slappin')

General:

Body Terror Song By AJJ-

I know that it could technically be a flesh song, but I feel like its a bit more vague than that? if that makes sense?

The Afternoon By Lemon Demon-

there's gonna be a lot of Lemon Demon songs in this lol- This one is also pretty vague, but for some reason it kinda reminds me of Michael specifically? I don't 100% know how to describe it.

thrifted youth By dalynn-

Most of the descriptions/reasonings in the general section are pretty simplistic and vague huh? I guess it just kinda fits the vibe? I might be saying that for a lot of the general ones-

Aurora Borealis By Lemon Demon-

this one reminds me of the season five, kinda feels like a jmart song. (also you'll probably notice that there's not much in the ship theme in this playlist. I like to keep my ship playlists separate from my more general ones, don't know why.)

Under My Skin By Jukebox The Ghost-

just kinda fits the vibe y'know? other than that I don't really know.

Turn the Lights Off By Tally Hall-

i can't actually remember why I put this one specifically- that's a bit unfortunate-

When He Died By Lemon Demon-

This one mostly just fits the vibe, makes me think about the really old Victorian era statements.

Ancient Aliens By Lemon Demon-

again, fits the vibe.

She Doesn't Sleep By Anthony Amorim-

Feels like a random statement tbh. also reminds me of Not!Sasha too.

Nightmare Fuel By Lemon Demon-

funky song- fits the vibe- I don't know what more I can say-

Everybody Loves Me by OneRepublic-

I don't remember actually???? I think It was an Elias one??? but thinking about it now that doesn't really make much sense???? I'm gonna keep it tho, fits the vibe, at least it does to me.

Bloody Nose By Jack Conte-

fits the vibe :)

Christmas Kids By Roar-

I think I saw an animatic to this one time? now I can only think of the season one archival staff,,,, my beloveds,,,,

La nuit en matin By OH MU-

imma be honest, I have no idea what this one's actually about, but It lowkey reminds me of the intro music during end of season three- y'know, the clown vibes :D

9 to 5 By Dolly Parton-

Archival staff moment

American Healthcare By Penelope Scott-

I guess it could technically be seen as an End themed one? but I put it on bc I felt like it fit the vibes (are you getting sick of reading vibes? i'm getting sick of typing it)

Butch 4 Butch By Rio Romeo-

mostly just the rat filled piano line,,,,,, and also it fits the vibes to me.

Oblivion By Grimes-

Kinda feels like a statement?? In a way?

Murders By Miracle Musical-

the vibes. hopefully thats the last time i type that for this-

oh yeah woo yeah, we're onto the specific Entities now B) lets start with the one that probably has the most, if not, it sure feels like it-

The Spiral:

Spiral Eyes By Rewenge-

yeahhhh,,,, I know it doesn't really fit the vibes all that well, But the title fits and I like it so-

The Distortionist By Ghost and Pals-

this one is SUPER obvious, but it fits REALLY well in my mind.

Out of Her Head (Outerlude) [From The Film Possibly in Michigan] By Korban Baxter-

I can literally picture this one- I lowkey wanna do an animatic of this one one day.

A Crow's Trial By Vane Lily-

OKAY- so this last one is because it's the song from an absolutely GORGEOUS animation/animatic by Akidachi on YouTube, I ADORE this animation. please watch it omg-

again, I'm like, 90% sure that The Spiral has the most songs on this playlist, definitely not a bias or anything. next up is the mf uhhhh-

The Corruption:

Spiral of Ants By Lemon Demon-

no explanation needed.

Maggot By Slutever-

Mostly just the name, but it's a good song too so-

Sick On Seventh Street By Sarah and the Safe Word-

fits the vibe title and actual song wise.

in retrospect under my skin probably could be here-

The Web:

Redesign Your Logo (Bonus Track) By Lemon Demon-

Feels like a very web song,,,

Boris The Spider By The Who-

Spider,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Spider Dance By Toby Fox-

Yes,,, like from undertale,,,,,,,

i think thats it for the web (i swore there were more,,,,)

The Lonely:

Nobody By Mitski-

C'mon, you didn't think I WOULDN'T put this one on, did you?

This December By Ricky Montgomery-

idk what it is exactly about this one, just,,,, feels correct?

Blue Jay Way By The Beatles-

MANNNNNNN- i love this song, my mom hates it- that's unrelated- but I always just feel like there's fog or like, an eerie sea, or something- while listening to it. it feels very lonely-

I'm a Member of the Midnight Crew (1909) By Eddie Morton-

I have no idea why spotify suggested this song to me, but I will never not find it funny. Anyway- reminds me of the crew on Peter's ship :)

The Stranger:

Rattlesnake By Kabaret Sybarit-

Idk, feels like smth Nikola would sing at jon- idk how else to explain it-

A Mask of My Own Face By Lemon Demon-

pretty self explanatory lolll

The Slaughter:

War Pigs By Black Sabbath-

war.

The Hunt:

The Hunter By Slaves-

maybe this one is because it's because it's litterally called the hunter, and that they say hunter a bunch, but it is fun to listen to-

Teeth By 8 Graves-

I cannot remember my reasoning at this current moment-

The Flesh:

Body By Mother Mother-

the lyrics do be fittin doe

The Dark:

Everything Goes Dark By The Hoosiers-

i mean- everything goes dark- what more do you want me to say-

Dr.Sunshine Is Dead By Will Wood and the Tapeworms-

i think its mostly the song's vibe and the title.

The End:

The Trick to life By The Hoosiers-

the trick to life is not to get too attached to it.

Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world By Will Wood-

remember death.

YOOO OKAY NOW WE'RE ON THE ONES THAT I HAVE ACTUAL THINGS TO SAY ABOUT NOW- at least for the most part-

Characters:

i think i'm gonna go from least to most for this- (spoilers, Jon has the most ones because I care him)

Cryptid Hunt- Demo By Averno, Sushi Soucy-

this one makes me think of the WTGFs,,,,,

You're at the Party (Bonus Track) By Lemon Demon-

makes me think about Micheal Shelley,,,,,,,

Saint Bernard By Lincoln-

Alice "daisy" Toner moment-

Mary By The Happy Fits-

mary keay,,,,,,

there used to be a gerry one too, but the more I heard it in the context of the playlist and him, It just didn't fit,,,,,

Ew it's Elias/jonah time-

The Fine Print By The Stupendium-

capitalism- jk- kinda- Idk, just feels like it fits because he really just kinda,,, doesn't care about his employees-

How Bad Can I Be? from the lorax-

I had to-

Boss 3 from the terraria soundtrack-

Listen- I don't know why- but- it has elias/jonah vibes- the vibes are fowl, but the song is good.

Ruler of Everything By Tally Hill-

Panopticon/eyepocolypes time-

Ayooo it's jon time- I really hope I can write out my thoughts in a way that makes any kind of sense- /foreshadowing

A Sadness Runs Through Him By The Hoosiers-

Goddddd,,,,, he's just kinda filled with sadness and survivors guilt, just like, all the time huh?

Home By Cavetown-

the lyrics are just- very him- like- I just gjbdjgsflkjns-

Broken Crown By Mumford & Sons-

frick- the foreshadowing was accurate- the best I can describe it is that the lyrics just???? y'know??? hhh why am I like this sometimes-

Sweet HIbiscus Tea By Penelope Scott-

i'm willing to bet that he never wanted to be the main character-

Honey I'm Home By Ghost and Pals-

I saw a Jon centric animatic to this one time- I can't for the life of me remember who by, But everytime I hear the moth lines, my brain goes ":0" Because I remember there was a time when people kept drawing moth jon- I don't know where that came from but I thought it was very cool.

Who Are You, Really? By Mikky Ekko-

I'm like- actually starting to get frustrated with how poorly im articulating my thoughts right now- this just isn't funny anymore-

Sleep By My Chemical Romance-

I'm not actually sure why for this one- I just remeber putting on my black parade CD, hearing this, and being like, "damn, that do kinda be jon tho-"

I hope you enjoyed my ramblings- tbh, all this sounded and read out better in my head. My words might not make sense, but I do like how the playlist is. also im very tired, maybe this would've been written better if I wasn't struggling to keep my eyes open lol. I'm gonna fall asleep now- or maybe i'll post a spiral themed doodle dump again, who knows. I don't know.

#tma #oh god im literally too tired to put so many tags #i just cant #the magnus archives #playlist #spotify #spotify playlist #my brain actually hurts #im so tired

[cirrius-akiyo]

HOLD ON (LET'S GO HOME)

"I kissed Ana." Eddie confessed.

Buck stopped arranging the pillows on the bed and shifted his body so he is facing Eddie. His face remains unreadable.

"Were you drunk?" Buck simply asked as if that will explain Eddie's behaviour.

Eddie tries not to scoff. Even during this moment Buck is still trying to find any loophole to excuse Eddie's behaviour.

"No, Evan. How can I get drunk at a parents-teachers meeting." There is no excuse for what he did. Ana leaned in and Eddie allowed her to. The kiss was chaste, more like a peck, but still a kiss nonetheless. A kiss that should not had happened because Eddie has a husband that is coming home tonight from a long shift. Although he literally ran away after admonishing Ana, he still can't help feeling like he had cheated on Buck. Maybe he already did.

"I wasn't thinking." Eddie takes a step towards Buck who is still remain completely stoic at the end corner of their bed. He pulls Buck's hands into his, intertwined their fingers together. "And I am so sorry. For my behaviour. For causing you pain. I don't know what got into me when she leaned in. I did not reciprocate but I did not stop her either. Not that excuse myself but I just..." His apologies fell short when he saw Buck's eyes are brimming with fresh tears.

At that moment Eddie resolute himself to make up to Buck for as long as he lives.

"Loving and fighting

Accusing, denying

I can't imagine a world with you gone

The joy and the chaos, the demons we're made of

I'd be so lost if you left me alone"

///

The day after his confession flees without any major event. Buck had cried himself to sleep while curling into Eddie's side that night and Eddie had hold him through it all, showering Buck with endless apologies and sweet nothings. Not that Eddie got much sleep himself. Partly because of the guilt, and partly because he is afraid that Buck might leave while he was asleep.

When the morning comes, Eddie kissed Buck awake. Trying to rewrite the foreign imprint of Ana's lips with his husband's. Buck had smiled softly at him, and for a while, Eddie believed that everything will be okay.

They still work seamlessly that morning, falling between peaceful silence and hectic small calls. Buck is still a constant presence beside him, putting hope in their relationship. Buck is not pulling neither is he pushing Eddie away and Eddie take that as a good sign eventhough he is still berating himself for taking Buck's kindness and forgiving nature for granted.

It was short moment, but sometimes Eddie can see his husband scrunching his eyes shut as if in pain. Maybe the night-long crying finally catching up with Buck.

"Are you okay, Evan?" Eddie coaxed. Hand creeping up to the crook between Buck's shoulder and neck, feeling the stiff muscle there.

He can see Buck wills the pain away again. "I will be." Buck assures him.

It's funny to see how now Eddie seems to need the assurance when he knows Buck must have felt invalidated. That Buck must have thought that his inadequacy that prompted Eddie to kiss Ana. Or letting Ana kissed him, but that doesn't matter. He's guilty and that's the fact he needs to live with from now on.

But the pain doesn't seem to go away. Buck looks paler as the day goes by, stubbornly evading any prodding from Hen or Chimney.

It all come down when Buck all but running towards the toilet stall, retching whatever lunch Bobby has whisked up that afternoon. Eddie stood vigil beside him immediately, hand hasn't stop stroking Buck's back.

After a while, the retching stop and Eddie helps his husband to the sink.

"Maybe it's migraine." Buck supplies after rinsing his mouth. He is leaning sideway on the sink with Eddie's firm grip still tight on hips.

Eddie might had agreed for a moment there, until Buck's eyes rolled back into his skull as he slumped forward, falling into a heap while Eddie barely catching him.

Eddie knows he yells and scream for help as soon as they hit the floor. But it felt like eternity from when the help arrives and him straddling his unconscious husband in his lap.

"You locked yourself in the bathroom

Lying on the floor when I break through

I pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Can you hear me screaming "Please don't leave me"

///

Time feels like it was stretched to eternity during the ambulance ride to the hospital. Buck was in and out of consciousness, alternating between throwing up biles, haze unresponsiveness and sudden screaming in pain. His pulse is getting weaker but they still don't know what is wrong with him. With his history of medical scares, it could be anything.

"Evan, can you hear me, sweetheart?" Eddie has asked when he saw Buck's eyes were opened albeit in small slits, searching for any sign of recognition. It was futile.

"Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

I swear to love you all my life

Hold on, I still need you"

///

It was an aneurysm.

The MRI confirms it and in less than one hour, Eddie needs to sign the consent to surgery form.

Eddie knows fear. Eddie knows death. He had made peace with them even since he enlisted for the first time. It has been so long since Eddie feels this terrified. Terrified for his husband if something goes wrong, and if he survives, the complications that often warranted with this illness.

"A long endless highway, you're silent beside me

Drivin' a nightmare I can't escape from

Helplessly praying, the light isn't fadin'

Hiding the shock and the chill in my bones"

///

After four and half grueling hours, Buck is back in ICU. Now all they can do is to wait for him to wake up, and from there, Buck needs to reach a two weeks mark without any or minimal complication to be on the safe side. Even when they reach the point is still a no guarantee that his husband might come back scatheless from this.

Eddie tries to think to the moments that lead to this. Was he the breaking point of Buck's ruptured aneurysm? Had his confession literally killing his husband softly from the inside? Was it better to keep his mistake hidden?

Eddie slowly took sight of his husband still form. His sunken eyes. His pale skin. Had he caused that? If he thinks he feel enough remorse and guilt yesterday, he doesn't know what is he even feeling right now.

"Evan, I don't know if you'll hear me, but please, find your way back to me. Please don't leave me, darling." Eddie pleads and begs to every deity there is for his husband to come back home.

"They took you away on a table

I pace back and forth as you lay still

They pull you in to feel your heartbeat

Can you hear me screaming, "Please don't leave me"

///

Buck wakes up sometimes in the wee hours of the morning, screaming silently in pain while fighting against the tube in his throat.

Eddie continue to hold his hand afterwards, never letting it go. As if that would prevent Buck from slipping away because God knows he is not prepared. He'll never be.

Buck is still not lucid enough to hold a proper conversation. He is still high from the medications, but Eddie will take anything the universe throws at him as long as Buck's alive and awake.

"Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you

Let me take your hand, I'll make it right

I swear to love you all my life

Hold on, I still need you"

///

Buck had showed signs of recognition of his surroundings. He hums when his name is called. He smiles when Eddie calls for him. Leaning his face into Eddie's welcoming palm when Eddie is caressing his jaw and Eddie could cry. Hell. He is crying for God's sake.

These few days is a rollercoaster of emotions. Eddie was literally shown among many ways he could lose Buck, be it from his stupidity or to this terrifying sickness. Proving the point that tomorrow is never guaranteed to any of them.

But for now, he is not letting his husband go.

"I don't wanna let go

I know I'm not that strong

I just wanna hear you

Saying baby, let's go home

Let's go home

Yeah, I just wanna take you home

Hold on, I still want you

Come back, I still need you"

(Hold On - Chord Overstreet)

The Parallel is here: 

https://cirrius-akiyo.tumblr.com/post/622092568072798208/unpack-the-baggage-parallel-to-hold-on-lets-go

Sidenotes:- I was finishing drafting a client's divorce petition when this song came up in the mix. It is so sad to see how couples drift apart to the point that they hate the idea of the other exist in the same space with them. It is an accumulation of small things that either strengthen the bond or slowly chipped it away. Hence, small things do matter.

#songfic #cirrius akiyo's bunkdump #911 fics #buddie #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #grammar don't care #rambler not writer #sickfic #buck!whump

[humanmoodring-retired]

Bushwhack and Bodysnatch || Adam & Nadia(2x)

TIMING: October 4, evening  LOCATION: Lake houses near Dark Score Lake PARTIES: @walker-journal, @humanmoodring SUMMARY: Adam goes looking for Nadia to take her to experts on these ghostly shenanigans. Nadia is less than pleased.

Camping, Nadia was beginning to discover, was not really her jam. It kind of even sucked, actually. Squatting was better, breaking into some of the houses that people refused to stay in all year round, treating Motherfucking White Crest, Maine, like it was some sort of resort town. It wasn’t. It was fucking trash. But it gave her options to stay when the weather was bad. She hated staying at the shittier motels in the area, not wanting to get recognized by any of Nadia’s ragtag group of friends, and she didn’t want to buy a new apartment for the same fucking reason. So, squatting and camping it was. In Nadia’s Bronco parked in a little lot by the beach, as was the case of the night before.

She opened the door and shook her hair out, the curls limp and greasy. She needed a shower. Her back ached. Still, she felt more than a little self satisfied. She had a bit more cash on her, there was a cute and ironic ghost bobblehead now mounted to the dash, and she’d sent that nosy little exorcist a lovely gift. Maybe she’d finally back off. Nadia walked around to the trunk, opening it and pilfering through one of the bags inside. She needed to go to a house or a truck stop to take a shower, or she needed to give in and just go to a sleazy motel. She was wreaking havoc on her body.

Adam supposed one grim comfort of living in town where the barriers between dimensions were swiss cheese was that you never had to linger on one shitshow for too long. Adam was a guy who thrived on focus. As horrible as this thing with Nadia was, some tiny part of him was thankful for something to channel his thoughts towards other than the irrevocable fact that he'd just gunned down a friend in a mall parking lot.

To his end he’d tracked Nadia, or her body at least, across a series of break-ins through summer properties. Human crime wasn’t really Adam’s forte. But statistically most supposed incidents were actually just regular people being shitty to each other, so a Hunter had to learn how to survey and process a crime scene to at least see if the perp had any extra limbs.

The mist that inundated White Crest lately formed a knee-high tide of pale vapor, seeming to eddy around the lakeside trees. Adam cautiously waded through this ephemeral undertow, taking his time on closing the distance between himself and the hijacked Empath. Given that Nadia and himself had never met before, Adam decided to try to talk his way into bludgeoning range.

“Oh heya!” Adam walked into view, unarmed except for a roving gaze that left no ambiguity about what he appreciated most of Nadia's silhouette but found her eyes eventually. “You visiting the Coopers?” Adam made a meaningful nod towards the nearby lakehouse. “Didn’t know they were home. Anyway I’m Adam,” the Hunter beamed and offered his hand. “Sorry I was just curious if we had a new neighbor.”

“Want help carrying anything in?”

A bit startled by the sound of another person, Nadia did her best not to jump before quickly schooling her features into a soft smile. “Hi,” she said calmly. She looked to the house nearby, where she’d decided to break in, before she looked back to the young man in front of her. He… was horny. Of course. There was nothing to worry about here. “I’m Nadia. Nice to meet you, Adam.  

She shook his hand and turned back to her car. “No, no, not visiting. Mrs. Cooper just asked me to drop some things off. She’s throwing a party when they get back, and I’m just helping out.” She grabbed her duffle bag and closed the trunk. “Nah, no help needed. It’s just this bag. I appreciate the offer.” She gave him a bright smile.

“Cool,” Adam said in that absent tone and apathetically agreeable nod some men engage in when they are really enjoying talking to a woman but not the least bit interested in what they are actually saying. “Great to meet you Nadia, say uh...if you are into parties then…”

But while Adam was outwardly in a beach-flirt mode, his thoughts were gauging angles and movement to trying to find some way he could end this quickly without risking hurting Nadia by accident.. This wasn’t a vamp or wolf he was westling here. She was human and had a spirit inside of her that probably didn’t give a shit if their vessel was hurt. Adam needed Nadia to stand freeze for just a second to get her safely into a subdual hold.

“...oh shit! Wait!” Adam said excitedly, eyes widening as if some revelation had just struct him. “I think you know a buddy of mine. Joey Turner, works at a tourist trap on Amity?”

On the last syllable Adam lunged towards Nadia, hoping the name drop and surprise would be enough.

Eyes widening, Nadia felt that Adam was going to jump her just before he did. However in the split second that she was about to move away, panic seized her, and she couldn’t move. She wasn’t in control.

Nadia stopped moving as soon as the boy lunged at her. She even stopped breathing, her heart pounding in her chest rapidly. As he grabbed her, she just stood there, tears coming to her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she said, over and over again, her eyes shut tightly.

Struggling and snapping her eyes open, Nadia looked at the young man in front of her. Voice low and deadly, she said, “Let me go. Now. If you don’t want me to do to you what I did to Joey motherfucking Turner.”

Adam hauled the woman towards his own car, skin crawling as she seemed to switch rapidly between personalities. While Adam had faced down demons before, their bizarre alien forms honestly unsettled him less then a human being with ….something...inside of them. Trying to be both forceful enough to drag her while also not breaking human bones, the Hunter felt uncomfortably more serial killer then usual as he hefted Nadia into the trunk.

#chatzy: adam walker #not!nadia #bushwhack and bodysnatch #:------)

[gayedmundo]

a missing eddie scene from it chapter two

One moment Richie was right next to him, running through the tunnels and towards whatever the next horror this stupid clown had waiting for them, and the next moment he was alone.

His surroundings are new. When he looks behind him, he can still see the tunnels that they had been running through, but then it transitions into a room. It’s still dark and ominous, but significantly less cave-like. The only way out is to go back the way he came. He doesn’t see any separate path that Richie could’ve taken to explain his absence.

“Richie?” He yells out, hesitantly, “Richie, man, where did you go? This is so not the time to fuck around, asshole. If you’re planning to jump out at me, I will stab you with this fence post, I hope you know that.”

Suddenly a familiar voice comes from the dark behind him, making him jump.

“Oh, Eddie, there you are!”

It’s his wife. She’s shivering and drenched in water and dressed far too nicely for a walk through the sewers.

“Myra? What are you- what are you doing here?” He figures it must be a trap. This is what It does, he knows that. But still... she looks so real.

“I’m here to help you, Eddie. You just ran out on me without an explanation, I was so worried about you! This is too dangerous for you, we both know that. Come with me, Eddie-bear, please. We can go home and pretend like none of this happened. If you stay, you’ll get hurt.” She’s sobbing, predictably.

He shakes his head and backs away from her, “No, you can’t be here. I- You’re not real.”

“What? Of course I am. Honey, you’re not thinking straight.” She walks closer towards him and reaches her hand out to stroke his face but he flinches away from her touch. She sobs again and puts her hand over her mouth in horror. “What are these friends of your’s putting in your head? I mean look at you, you’re covered in sewer water! You’re hurt! Eddie, that’s gonna get infected! You’re so dirty!”

He’s shaking his head and looking away, trying to convince himself that she’s not real while she speaks but he notices a change in her voice when she says the last word. The tone goes from worried and panicked to accusatory and mocking. Slowly, he looks back at her.

Except his wife is no longer there. Standing in her place is his mother, the way she looked before she got sick. Despite the fact that by the time he stopped growing, he was slightly taller than her, she seems to tower over him. He realizes that the dark room they’re standing in has taken the shape of the living room in his childhood home.

“Dirty. That’s what you are. That’s what you’ve always been. You’re friends just make it worse. Especially that Tozier boy. He’s the dirtiest of them all and I think he’s been a bad influence on you. Made you sick like him.”

“That’s not true, don’t talk about him like that that’s not true!” He’s starting to wish he hadn’t burned his inhaler.

She’s sneering at him. His mother would get like this sometimes when she was in particularly bad moods, but it was rare. She usually preferred for her methods of manipulation to be more subtle. Guilt-tripping was her favorite. But as a teenager, he started to grow used to the way she would use her tears as a weapon and some days he refused to let them work on him. That’s when she got mean. He learned that maybe the tears were the better option.

“Yes, it is, Eddie-bear! You just can’t see what he’s done to you.” She switches to her worried voice, as she so often would after she got mean. It was all because she was worried, she didn’t mean it, she always promised. He was foolish enough to believe her more times than he’s proud of.

“That’s why you need your mother to protect you, to keep you from getting sicker than you already are. You think any of those friends of yours will want to touch you when they know what sickness you actually have?”

“Shut up!” He yells out, louder than he was expecting. His heart is pounding harder than before. He wants to curl up into himself and close his eyes until she goes away, but something makes him stay strong. 

You’re braver than you think.

“Eddie... how could you talk to your mother like that? I love you and this is how you treat me? I always said you would leave me and I was right! You don’t deserve all I do for you!”

A part of him wants to apologize. He knows she’s not real but there’s still a reflex in him to stop and comfort her, assure her that he loves her too and tell her that he appreciates everything she’s done for him. And god, if that isn’t the most fucked up, backwards feeling. 

“You’re right! I don’t deserve it. I never did.” She flinches back. The sight makes him gain more confidence.

“You manipulated me, you lied to me, and I.... I didn’t deserve it! You told me I was sick, dirty, tainted, made me feel weak, and the worst thing about it is that I believed you! But the truth is, I’m not. I know I’m capable of being brave.”

With every word, he feels like a weight he didn’t even know existed was being lifted off of his chest. He never got to say all of this to her before she died, he never even let himself think it most days, and he felt guilty when he did. But getting to say it now felt freeing, whether she was real or not.

“Eddie, please-“

“No, you’ve said enough. I loved you, Ma, I did. In your weird, fucked up way, I know you loved me too and maybe you genuinely did think you were doing what was right for me. But I’m so, so tired of your voice controlling how I think of myself. I’m tired of hearing your voice in my wife’s mouth! I’m tired of feeling like who I am, who I really am, is wrong because of the shit you told me as a kid. I’m tired of the look you would give me every time I would hang out with Richie. I’m tired of my skin crawling when I stare at him for too long. I’m tired of feeling like I need to take a shower after touching his skin. I’m tired of the guilt I feel when I realize I want to touch him again anyway. So I’m not gonna let you control me from the grave and I’m not gonna run from myself anymore, I’m gay!”

He pauses for a moment, taking in what he just admitted. What he had barely been able to admit to himself before.

“Holy shit. I’m gay. Yeah.” And then he laughs. It’s a little hysterical, but more than anything he feels relieved. He said it. He’s gay, and that doesn’t make him sick.

But then his mother’s frown turns into a wicked smile, and when she bares her teeth, they’re sharp. Her features slowly become more horrific, and he watches in terror until she, or It, lunges at him.

His body reacts before his mind and the next thing he knows, he’s yanking the fence post out of the chest of the nightmare version of his mother. The room changes back to the damp tunnel walls. It stumbles back and then vanishes down one of the other tunnels.

He stands there alone for another moment to process what just happened. Despite everything, he smiles to himself. What does it say about you if facing off with a shape-shifting demon could be one of the most cathartic moments of your life?

Snapping back to himself, he grips onto the fence post again and heads in the other direction to find Richie again. Which reminds him, he still has one other important thing he needs to get off his chest. But first, it’s time to kill that fucking clown once and for all.

#eddie kaspbrak #reddie #it chapter two #it films #reddie fic #i mean kinda its mostly eddie idk how else to tag it tho lol #my writing #long post #if the read more doesnt work i guess #reblogs are much appreciated

[my-belladonna]

The Abditory - Teaser

Hello! Okay! So this is kinda the teaser/ introduction to the series I am writing. Sorry it took a while to post but I wanted to make sure I got a whole bunch of details about the series were done before really starting to write it. But let me include a couple details about what to expect from this series and this blog before you can really get into reading: Not only will you be getting the parts/chapters posted to this blog but I will also be posting character descriptions and pictures of what some characters would look like using inspirations from famous actors who I think would best fit said character. I can also answer questions about the series making sure to exclude spoilers along with explaining some of my inspirations for the personalities of characters from other people I personally know and or characters from tv shows, movies, books, etc. that I have enjoyed or really related to in a way. I am extremely excited about writing this series and I hope that the people who follow me on this journey will enjoy it as much as I know I will. (All characters in this series are OC’s created by me)

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Summary: Xiomara Garcia has always led a seemingly normal life for as long as she can remember. Living with her widowed father in a boring small town,  going to a boring normal High school, being messed with by the popular girls, and having her friends Christian and Veronica around. Pretty normal until she finds out the other stuff about her mothers side of the family being a family of witches and wizards. That and a hidden place in the forest where there are creatures that have only existed in fairytales and fiction in the real world. But other than that pretty normal, right?

(Warnings: None)

Abditory - (rare) A concealed location used for storage or to hide items. [mid 17th century]

~

(Xiomara’s POV)

Shit shit shit shit shit! I mentally curse myself in my head, my heart starts beating fast and my feet take control of my body as I start to sprint in the opposite direction of where I was going. Here comes Rebecca with Felicia, Marissa, and Jennifer, her own little army of perfect Barbie doll friends trying to kick my ass…. Again.  It’s a good thing that Veronica and Christian weren’t there for that whole exchange I had with them earlier or they would be just as screwed as I am right now. I swear I’m always fucking something up, I just wonder why I can’t just be like my parents they were perfect when they were my age. Dad was always such a popular and respected guy and mom, well mom was just perfect. She was pretty, kind, and  friends with literally everyone, even when she got older everyone still loved her, so you bet they were devastated when she died. I guess I’m overthinking though because there goes Rebecca trying to grab my shirt. Gotta keep running.

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(Christian and Veronicas POV)

“Dude I swear to God Mrs. Brown is gonna catch these hands if she doesn’t stop keeping us 20 minutes after the damn bell rings.” Veronica groans dragging her feet out of her 7th-period English class.

“Are you really gonna fight a teacher though Ronnie?” Her friend Christian asks slinging his backpack over his front.

“Maybe if she keeps it up!”

“Oh, there goes Mrs. Brown right there.”

“Fuck!” Veronica ducks behind Christian and he burst out into a fit of laughter. 

“I’m messing with you stupid.” Veronica punches him in the shoulder leaving him wincing in pain.

“Damn Ronnie that shit hurted.”

“Yeah shut up,” She opens the school’s front door for him, “Ladies first!”

“You’re so funny you know that?”

“Yup!”

They both walk outside letting the cold fall air hit their faces bringing a slight tinge of pink to both their cheeks as a shiver falls done their spines. Christian shudders setting down his backpack and pulling out his sweater.

“Damn it’s cold.” Christian says between chattering teeth slipping his sweater on over his head. 

“Where do you think Xio is?” Veronica asks, but just as the words left her mouth a small figure bolts past both of them sending them almost stumbling back. “That was Xio wasn’t it?” She groans, looking at Christian with an annoyed look secretly hoping that it really wasn’t her.

“Get back here Xiomara you freak!” Rebecca screamed, herself, and her friends running past in pursuit of their prey.

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely our girl.” Christian chuckles and pats Veronica on the shoulder, she rolls her eyes, “You wanna follow them?’

“And risk getting out asses kicked?” She shrugs his hand off her shoulder, “No thanks, well meet up with her later she might be going to the forest anyway.” 

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(Edwards POV)

“Damn it!” I wipe the sweat off my forehead before grabbing the soccer ball out of the goal, kicking it out into the field in frustration.

“Alright, Eddie why don’t you take a bit of a break you’ve worked hard enough. Go get some water and sit with Teddy.” Coach Bronson says giving me a firm pat on the back. I nod and head over to Ted whose sitting on the bleachers with a broken arm from a past game we played, I’ve known that kid for as long as I can remember.

“You seem, tense dude, what’s the deal?” He nudges me and I let out a sigh catching my breath again.

“I don’t know man I’ve just been feeling kinda weird lately. Nothing too crazy though I’m fine.” I assure my friend tapping his cast a couple of times. “How’s the arm doing today man?”

“Bro it hurts but its great because Maddy writes notes for me now in math so you bet I’m feeling alive with this cast on.” He winks at me and I laugh.

“Your horrible man.”

“Well, I do write with my right hand so-” He squints and looks behind us, “Goddamn!”

“What?” I ask, “What are you looking at?” I try to spot what exactly he’s looking at.

“Is that Xiomara man she’s booking it look at her go!” 

“Xiomara Garcia?” I ask finally spotting her being chased by a group of people.

“Yeah man, looks like she pissed off Rebecca again cause there she goes with her girls behind Xio.” I smile to myself as I watch her running off the school grounds there’s always been something about that girl I just don’t know what. She’s so strange but in a good way and she doesn’t really ever seem to care about what anyone thinks. She’s confident and pretty self-assured it seems, it’s cute.

“Yo?” I snap out of my thoughts and look back at Ted whose waving his hand in front of my face, “I said what do you think she did this time?” I look back to where I last spotted her running. She’s gone.

“I don’t know man.” I lean back against the bleachers, “I don’t know.”

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(Xiomara POV)

My legs are getting tired, my breathing is heavy, and I feel like I’m gonna pass out. But I’m not going to give Rebecca the satisfaction of catching me, I’m almost there just a little bit more. I can see the stream that connects this world to my own little one. Come on I can make it. I turn my head for a split second to see them still behind me yelling for me to stop running spitting profanities at me. I pick up speed, its right there, and I let my feet lift off the ground. It feels almost as if time just stopped for just a split second. Like everything just ceased until my feet hit the ground again and I continue sprinting for a couple of feet before ducking behind a large rock.

“No way Rebecca!” I hear Jennifer squeal, “She's crazy, and you’re crazy if you think I’m jumping over this stupid river and going after her in those freaky woods!”

“Its a stream you idiot!” Rebecca barks back, I peek from behind the rock to see her throwing her hands up in frustration.

“I don’t care!”

“Yeah Becca come on plus she went into the Windy Woods and I’ve heard a lot of creepy things about that place.” Marissa agrees eyeing the forest, fiddling with her hand in an attempt to calm her anxiety.

“Come on Rebecca lets sit this one out.” Felicia tries to pull Rebecca away from the stream getting her arm smacked by Rebecca in return.

“You guys better hope that little freak gets lost in those woods, lets go.” She turns and stomps away her friends following like lost puppies. I exhale and close my eyes leveling myself between the ground and the rock, my body aching as if my heart is beating in every limb I have. I stand up and walk deeper into the forest, funny how everyone thinks this place is so scary and evil, it’s beautiful. Then again I’m sort of fine with everyone being afraid of it, means I don’t have to worry about other people being here too. But it’s weird how bad or scary things happen to everyone else in this town in these woods but me, I’m not complaining though but it’s strange I don’t know what it is but it feels like I’ve been coming here forever. Like I belong here. I’m ripped away from my thoughts when I hear a twig snapping behind me. Fuck did they follow me? I whip my head around and catch a glimpse of a head of dark purple hair peering out from behind a tree. What? None of Rebecca’s friends had purple hair.

“Hey!” I call out jogging over to the tree I saw the mysterious figure pop-out from. Thinking I was going to catch the stalker I round the tree ready to confront them. “Who are y-” I stop dead in my tracks, no one is there. That’s not possible I didn’t even see them leave the spot behind the tree no sound, no running, nothing. I looked up to see if they maybe climbed up but nothing was there, no signs of a person anywhere. I pull my phone out of my pocket and look at the time, “Shit…” I mutter under my breath. It’s getting late I gotta grab my backpack from school and get home before my dad has a fit. I slowly tread back to the edge of the forest where the stream is, this time deciding to take the bridge that was a little ways down from where I jumped in order to escape Rebecca and her demons. I took one last look behind me at the forest chuckling softly before heading back towards the school. Guess I spoke too soon about weird things happening in that forest.

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Yay you made it! Okay now for a bit of extra clarification the main character in this series is Xiomara Garcia and this first little part is more of an introduction to some of the big main characters Xiomara, Edward, Christian, and Veronica. There are of course going to be more characters to be introduced but they will be introduced later in the future. I will be posting character descriptions and what actors kind of resemble them for Xiomara, Edward, Christian, and Veronica later! So if you have any questions about the series or characters please feel free to ask my inbox is always open! Thank you!

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