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junekicks · 8 months
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steve sneaking up to reader room because he misses her & she’s been quiet all day.
i changed this up just a little, hope that’s okay <3 (shy/anxious!reader) (588 words)
mush little mouse ♱ steve harrington
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Steve’s house is jumbo.
You could easily get lost if you’ve never been here before. Though, it seems everyone’s been here before. It’s Steve Harrington.
It’s summer, and summer means parties.
You hadn’t really wanted to come. Parties, big parties, at least, aren’t necessarily your thing. You’d also woken up this morning with an awful feeling in your chest. Like a boulder’s been sitting on your chest all day just rambling about nothing important. And mister boulder won’t seem to move till he’s done talking, and he won’t stop talking.
You’d come to the party anyway. For Steve. Because you like Steve. And Robin says Steve likes you too. But you highly doubt that.
You’re not sure, but around twenty minutes ago, before you disappeared upstairs, a crowd of them were doing shots off bodies. It might’ve been Eddie on the counter with Nancy’s lips against his tattooed skin. You aren’t really sure. Your head is still spinning.
You’ve been in Steve’s home before. You find his door quicker than you mean too. It’s quiet up here.
Your back pushes against the wood once you’re in, taking a deep breath. Your eyes screw shut as you push the ends of your palms into them. You smudge your mascara.
Your eyes ghost along Steve’s room. You’ve been in here briefly a couple of times before. Your palm glides over his made comforter before you take a gentle seat. You stare at his wood floors for a little before letting your body fall back into his bed with huff. You aren’t sure what’s wrong with you now. You hug yourself. It’s quiet for about six minutes before the door opens.
“Knew I’d find you here, cupcake.” Oh.
Your eyes peel open at the all too familiar voice. You sit up on your elbows as the door closes. Steve looks awfully pretty. Hair highlighted and a bit messy, like his fingers have tugged on it endlessly. He looks like he’s glowing. Plain black shirt. Jeans that sit low on his waist. He’s got his gold chain on, he always has it on. There’s a red solo cup in his hand, but he doesn’t seem drunk. He seems very far from it. He seems to catch your eye as he stands before you.
He smiles small. “Fruit punch. The normal kind. You want any?” You smile small up at him, you shake your head as in no. He places the cup in your hand anyways. He’s like that.
He takes a seat next to you and gently squeezes your bare knee. You’ve got a cute little, short flowy white skirt on. It complements you nicely. “Thank you for coming,” he says gently. You sip the drink gently. He carries on, staring at your scuffed high tops. “I know you hate these things. It means a lot to me.”
Your gaze flickers to his now. He seems to feel it, he looks over at you too. He smiles. Warm. Sweet. Honeyed. Your cheeks fade pink. “It’s no biggie, Stevie.”
A whimper almost crawls up his throat and slams past his lips to break his teeth. He smiles more. Skin a little hot. “S’okay if I hang out with you up here?” He’s doing it again. Making sure you’re all good.
You raise a brow and place the drink back in his hand gently. “It’s your room?”
Steve can’t stop smiling. “Yeah. True, but you’re more fun to be with than the mess downstairs.” You aren’t sure you believe him, but you decide to take his word for it. “Okay.”
He laughs a little and presses a soft, wet kiss to the highest point of your cheek. You laugh gently, nose scrunching up. He squeezes your knee again.
Guess his parties aren’t that bad.
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I’ve been playing around with omegaverse ZS lovechild concept for a while and now here she is! Her name is Minori, she was born sometime during the Strawhats’ voyage so she was practically raised in the Sunny. She exists in an omegaverse canon-divergent AU where the plotline is basically the same as canon, diverging post-Wano and post-Strawhat Jinbe (similar to Film Red situation). 
Ramblings below: 
I created her with the idea of a lovechild who is different from Aoi, the first ZS lovechild that I created. Aoi is an exuberant, happy-go-lucky person, with a tomboyish appearance and a more “unkempt” look that she imprinted from Zoro. Minori is reserved and quiet, if not somewhat shy, with a more feminine, neater appearance and overall looks that is inspired by Sanji, and by extension, Reiju and Sora. Minori is also set in the canon universe and raised on a pirate ship, in contrast to Aoi who is set in a modern AU One Piece and grew up in a family home. 
I originally planned her to use rapier as her main weapon at first, but then I thought it would be a little weird for Zoro’s kid to choose a different type of sword, so I decided to scrap it. The name and the general color palette of the sword remains the same, though.
Additionally, her name was originally supposed to be “Marisol” since it can mean “sea and sun” in Spanish and also because I want to try giving her a more European-sounding name. I decided to scrap it since it won’t fit with the rest of the Strawhats’ naming custom; most of the Strawhats have easy-sounding names that are easy to pronounce both in English and Japanese (Luffy/Ru-fi, Na-mi, Zo-ro, etc), and most of them only consist of 2-3 syllables. Marisol is 4 syllables long when pronounced in Japanese (Marisoru), so I decided to change it to a simpler name.
My Japanese VA headcanon for Minori is Yui Ishikawa. She has the type of voice that gives off “elegant and sophisticated lady who can kill you” energy especially when voicing Mikasa from Attack on Titan and 2B from Nier:Automata. 
She spends most of her childhood in Thousand Sunny, and then her early teen years to the rest of her life in Sanji’s floating restaurant in All Blue together with her parents, Zeff, and the rest of the Baratie crew. She would then travel to other islands by herself from time to time, sometimes saving people and getting into fights on the way, and send letters back to her parents that tell of her adventures.
Personality-wise, Minori is a calm, collected person. She tends to keep her emotions at bay and rarely overreacts to anything, and likes to solve problems in an analytical way. Deep down, Minori is also a kind and considerate person, and is especially very compassionate towards those who are in need. She has a strong sense of justice, and believes in the notion that the strong must protect the weak. She is also a bit socially awkward, having trouble befriending people normally as they would usually get scared of her first. 
Minori is very inquisitive as a child, often questioning many things and finding solace in reading books. Because of this, she looks up a lot to Robin, whom she thinks is very intelligent and “all-knowing”.  
Because she grows up in Sunny, aside from Zoro and Sanji themselves, she is practically raised by everyone in the crew and so has imprinted some of them as well. She appreciates Robin’s morbid humor, has a slightly extensive knowledge in first aid from Chopper, can differentiate between a good and a bad lie thanks to Usopp, and comes to love music from Brook. 
People would often call her the “Miracle Child” due to the exceptional circumstances during which she was born. She is a child born into a pirate crew, with that pirate crew being the Strawhat Pirates and her parents being two of their strongest members nonetheless, and she is born when Sanji is being held hostage. (I’ll delve into that soon. Later. One day.) 
As a result of spending most of her childhood on a pirate ship, Minori has a much more hardened outlook in life, having learned how to fight and defend herself against enemies. She can be downright vicious when circumstances warrant it, especially when dealing with cruel and powerful enemies. 
She trains swordsmanship under Zoro, and as she grows stronger and more skillful in it, she begins to develop her own fighting style utilizing her enhanced speed, agility, and dexterity, of which she inherits from Sanji. 
Her sword’s tsuba (hand guard) is circular-shaped and has a wave pattern that looks something like this: 
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Her epithet “Sword Princess” comes from her exceptional swordsmanship, her fighting style that’s been described as being “elegant”, and her overall wardrobe aesthetic that heavily resembles a princess. 
She is noted to have exceptional beauty, and many people have praised her for it. Sanji has been notable for furiously beating people up if he catches them ogling or talking to her inappropriately. 
Her name written in kanji would be 美緑, consisting of 美 which means “beauty, beautiful” and 緑 which means “green, greenery (the colors of trees and grasses)”. I think it’s an amusingly fitting name for Zoro and Sanji’s child. 
Since she technically exists in an A/B/O universe, she does have a secondary gender as well, which is Beta.
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sunshinesteviee · 10 months
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hi!! from the meet cute list, can I request sitting next to each other on a long bus/train ride with steve? thank you!!
hehe i loved this one! hope you like it too <3 fem!reader, wc: 950ish
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Steve hates the bus. It’s usually too crowded, and is almost never as quiet as he wishes it was. Plus, he’s always bored out of his mind. He already struggles to focus reading books normally, but it becomes exponentially harder on a bumpy, loud bus. But money has been tight since moving to Chicago for college, and taking the bus back home to Hawkins is cheaper than driving.
Of course, Steve was running late, and by the time he boards the bus, there are only a few seats left. He doesn’t particularly like most of his options — an older woman who will totally talk his ear off the entire time is a definite no, and so is the middle aged man who reminds him a bit too much of his dad, though he can’t imagine his dad ever taking the bus. The last option seems most promising — a girl who looks about his age with her nose buried in a book. He doesn’t want to bother her, but he also doesn’t want to take his chances.
He stops in the aisle and clears his throat, grabbing at the straps of his backpack, “Hey, uh, sorry to bother you…”
You’d been too engrossed in your book to notice him, and his voice scares you, breaking your concentration. Your head snaps up, eyes wide, and fuck Steve thinks, you’re so pretty. You don’t say anything, though, and Steve realizes you’re waiting for him to continue. He shakes his head to clear it and finally asks, “Sorry, um, is it okay if I sit here?”
“Oh,” some of the concern on your face melts, and you nod, moving your stuff even closer to you, “Yeah, that’s fine.”
Shit. Even your voice is pretty.
“Thanks so much,” Steve smiles, dropping his bag onto the floor as he falls into the seat next to you. You’ve picked up your book again and are about to start reading when Steve begins rambling, “I was going to be early for once, but then my best friend asked for help with the girl she likes, and I didn’t think it would take very long, but I should’ve known. I love Robin, but holy shit she does not know when to stop talking—“
The amused look on your face stops Steve in his tracks, and he realizes the irony of what he’s saying. His face flushes a dark pink and he lifts one hand to scratch at the back of his neck, “Kinda like what I’m doing right now… Shit, I’m sorry. I’ll shut up so you can read.”
Your giggle, while slightly humiliating for Steve, sends his heart racing. He knows he needs to make you laugh again, whatever it takes. That is, if you’re even willing to talk to him again. Luckily for him, you close your fingers in your book to save your place and turn towards him slightly, “It’s okay, I don’t mind. Where are you going?”
“Hawkins. It’s my brother’s birthday, so I’m heading home for the weekend to celebrate with him.”
“That’s so sweet. I’m headed there, too. Visiting family for the weekend.”
Steve is absolutely positive that he’d remember you if you’d gone to high school together, but then again, he was a different person back then. Still, he feels bad as he asks, “Are you from Hawkins? I don’t recognize you…”
You shake your head immediately, “Oh, no — my parents moved there after I left for college. Haven’t been there much, but it’s home now, I guess.”
“Oh thank god,” Steve huffs, “I was worried I’d be an asshole for not remembering you, but I’m not really sure I could forget your face.”
“Yeah?” you ask, a bashful smile tugging at your lips at his implication.
There’s an air of confidence about him— despite the blush once again blooming on his cheeks — that you find insanely attractive as he nods in response, “Yeah, definitely. It’d be hard to forget such a pretty face.” Another laugh from you makes Steve grin, and even though he knows he should let you get back to reading, he asks another question, something about school; anything to keep you talking to him.
By the time the bus pulls into Hawkins, you’ve been talking on and off — mostly on — for most of the trip, and if Steve wasn’t smitten with you before, he definitely is now. Not only are you pretty, but you’re smart and funny, and you’re attending the same school as him. As Steve stands and collects his things to get off the bus, he grows nervous again and gives you a tentative smile, “So, is there any chance I’ll see you again?”
After collecting your own things, you follow Steve down the aisle of the bus, pretending to mull over your answer, “Hmm…” The nervous look on Steve’s face cuts your teasing short, though, and you grin at him, “I’d like that, Steve. I’m guessing we’ll be on the same bus back, but I’ll give you my number, just in case.”
“Okay, great! Hold on, I see my brother’s car, I’ll see if he has a pen,” Steve replies, jogging over to Dustin’s car, hoping desperately that Dustin does, in fact, have something to write with.
And when Steve finally jumps in Dustin’s car with a phone number scribbled on his hand and a grin on his face, Dustin is slightly baffled, “No way you got a number on the bus ride here.”
Steve laughs, shrugging nonchalantly as he punches Dustin’s shoulder gently, “So glad I came home for your birthday, dude.”
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Hey 👋 Of you are in the mood for some headcanons, how about the sdv villagers reacting to a farmer that's constantly with at least 3 Junimos? The idea came to me after seeing the Easter egg in the menu. Maybe the Farmer telling them that the Junimos were the ones who fixed the community center and everything else? Thank you! Have a nice day! :D
Heya 👋 sorry for a long reply. Hope you like it and thanka fo asking ❤️
This post is long, be aware:
The trip to visit Mullner was unusual at the very least in that Junimos stealthily got into Farmer's backpack himself. All Farmer wanted to do was wish Alex a happy birthday, but the confused athlete doesn't understand why apples are rolling from his room into the living room. No loud surprised voice in the living room either, as George didn't even pay attention to Junimos, engrossed in watching his TV program. And only Grandma Evelyn almost dropped the bag of flour in the kitchen, whispering to herself, "So Farmer's Grandpa was telling her the truth..." She'd thought her childhood friend was joking about these tales, but now... Oh, dear.
Elliott saw some apples fall from the Farmer's basket, which they were holding in their hands, and he kindly wanted to offer to help the Farmer pick them up. But no sooner had the red-haired writer opened his mouth than he saw those very apples Rolling toward the forest. And if there was a slope, he would understand, but this? "Oh, that's Junimos." Pardon, who?
"Heh, funny creatures" If the Farmer thinks that after meeting with merpeople, mermaids, and giant sea monsters that almost destroyed Willy's boat and himself, he will be surprised by the harmless and cheerful forest creatures, then think again. For old sailor it's another story that you can tell the youth!
Pierre was unable to utter anything when he was buying whole cases of apples from the Farmer to resell, and from one case 5 apples with blinking eyes rolled out and disappeared from the store. Well, at least he didn't need to pay for those apples. What?
Caroline show a more emotional reaction than her husband, when she saw Junimo. What are these magical creatures? Magic? Was she supposed to go to him again to find out if these creatures were dangerous or not? To whom? Ah nothing, it doesn't matter.
Wow! What smooth movements these robots have! They look like normal cute toys. M? Not toys? Don't say that, Maru recognizes a well-made robot everywhere. What interesting models, she already wants to ask who designed them, and- ?????? Did she get it right, they disappeared? "Told ya they weren't robots." Maru was speechless.
In the carpentry shop, coughing and smoke is everywhere. Of course there is! Robin is once again berating Demetrius for almost burning down the lab again because of her beloved husband's experiments. It's all smoke and smells like burning! What if Sabby and Maru were in danger of suffocating? She told them to be careful! Oh, hey Farmer, now's not a good tim- are those apples with eyes on their shoulders?... Yep, looks like they've both had smoke inhalation, so the first hallucinations are showing up. Ok, everybody outside, now!
Like a noble dog, which courageously endures loud and pulling the tail capricious children, Marlon stands and also endures "children" in the form of forest spirits, who jump on his head, pull his cloak or play around him. And he will look at the Farmer judgmentally with that look of "go and quiet your children". Marlon has seen a lot of monsters and wonders in his life, so he's not too surprised by Junimos.
Gil is not bothered by apple-like spirits, because like his one-eyed friend, he has seen a lot. So he will go on sleeping, ignoring the noise and clamor. Seriously, even if a storm formed within the Guild, Gil wouldn't be woken up by it.
Well, Rasmodius is glad that the Farmer was able to forge such a strong connection with the forest spirits (even better than himself, unbelievable). He is still studying Junimo, so the wizard can ask the Farmer to bring the spirits here so he can ask Junimos some questions (better than forcibly teleport them to his tower).
Yeah yeah, of course... The tiny magic people did it all. And the next day, they'll clean up Pam's trailer and leave her a full can of cold beer. Kiddo, the hell are you telling her this crap? What, you think she was born yesterday to believe in these stupid fairy tales?
Nothing unusual, just Kent coming home with Jodi after grocery shopping at Pierre's. Nothing unusual, just a Farmer walking towards them who greeted them in a friendly manner. Nothing unusual, just 5 strange apples with eyes, arms and legs following the Farmer in formation. Nothing unusual... Even the fact that Jodi fainted and now Kent is bringing his dearest wife to her senses, he is no longer surprised by anything. Just 🗿 face.
Oh, what's that? The Farmer has something to show her? Okay, Penny will take her mind off the book for a minute. Is that an apple? For her? Thank you so much Farmer ❤️ They're so kind to the young teacher, she just got hungry and... Wait, why are there eyes glued on the apple?... They're blinked!? *Gasp!* Well done Farmer, the poor teacher is now lying passed out on the grass.
Harvey.exe stopped working. When Farmer told him about Junimo, the doctor first thought that Farmer had a sunstroke and was about to give them first aid. But when the apple-like creatures came out of Farmer's backpack and began to study Harvey with curiosity, the stroke had already hit him. Where are his sedatives?
It seems that Shane had gotten so used to Farmer's oddities all along that he wasn't confused at all about them squatting outside Marnie's Ranch and talking to.... apples. It's just another Tuesday for him now.
No one believed Jas and Vincent when they told the adults that they had seen the Farmer in company with moving magic apples. They, like little detectives, will now follow the unusual Farmer until they learn their secret (or until kid's parents call them home because it's dinner time!).
But the one who gets to investigate late into the night is Abigail, who believed the kids' stories and took Sam and Sebastian along as partners on a scouting mission. What will be their surprise when they follow the Farmer to the woods and see small creatures emerge from the thick foliage of a bush. Gnomes, dwarfs? What are they? Abigail will scare the Junimos away with her excitement and they will hide in the same bush. The Farmer, too, almost dies of fright and will want to climb into the bush themselves, but Abby, Sam and Sebby won't let them. Now begins the interrogation and initiation of the famous A.S.S. trio into the secrets of the no less famous Farmer.
Lewis was sincerely grateful that the Farmer, the hero of Stardew Valley, was able to restore the Community Center and return Pelican Town to its former glory. But he still doesn't understand why the Farmer doesn't want to say how they were able to restore the center, always hiding behind the fact that "some keepers of the forest helped them." Making up some fairy tales, just like their Grandpa ...
One summer morning, Leah met Farmer when she return from the lake to her home. They were carrying a woven basket of nature's gifts: mushrooms, berries, and... Oh, apples! Leah thought that the fruit of the wild forest apple trees would not ripen until early fall. Can the Farmer tell where they picked the apples? Oh, not apples? Then what are-? Huh, little eyes and little hands... Strange, she thought she was processing mushrooms when she ate them at breakfast, why would she start hallucinating... She'll be shocked when Farmer tells her she's not imagining it. Indeed, the Valley is truly full of secrets.....
Marnie warned the Farmer not to go to that strange tower. She warned, but what do we have now? Farmer with small creatures. She hope they are at least kind???? Maybe Because if they're not kind, and if they hurt Jas, then oh boy, Farmer is screwed.
Clint nearly nailed the poor Junimos with a hammer, mistaking them for rats in his blacksmith's shop. Couldn't you tell they were strange woodland creatures and not rats?! What? No, he's not surprised by the apple-like keepers of the forest, but he won't tolerate rats in his house. Clint isn't afraid of them, he just can't stand rodents.
Ah, dear friend, and in the company of Junimo! That's perfect. Linus was just telling Leo about the various spirits of the worlds, and the conversation turned to the keepers of the forest, Junimos. And now he can even introduce them to Leo. Although, Leo forgot about his mentor's lecture and started playing with Junimo together with the parrots. Linus sighed and decided that his student really needed some break from studying.
"Ewww! Rats!" Haley screamed at the whole house and cowardly climbed onto the sofa, mistaking the frightened Junimos for a horde of rodents. Haley dear, rodents can't be green, red, and apple-shaped. Her sister Emily, to be honest, would rather have rats than...what is this exactly? She, not realizing that what was near the feet of the Farmer, took her sign of Yoba, and said something (drive away evil spirits). Emily, not you too... They are harmless creatures!
Gus's heart almost jumped out of his chest when he took a knife and wanted to cut an apple for dessert in the Saloon, and the apple.... squeaked and rolled across the bar towards the Farmer. So... what do toy expect from Gus? Serve customers, even apple-like customers? What do they eat?
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h4rring1on · 2 years
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request; steve finding out eddie has a younger sister and trying to ask her out but eddie’s a helicopter brother trying to keep steve away from you,, eventually you do get time alone with steve and go out with him ect,, anything along those lines yk up to you!! :)
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warnings: none! maybe some swearing but other than that i don’t think there’s anything else but please tell me if i missed something!
pairing: steve harrington x munson!reader
a/n: FINALLY A STEVE ONE!! i’ve been craving it for so long i love him sm!
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you were never really an open person, very quiet and observant. which was pretty ironic considering your brother was extremely loud and had no problem sharing thoughts with others even if they weren’t tasteful
you always kept to yourself, even from eddie, and he knew that. ever since you moved with your uncle, everything’s changed. you hated living with your parents so it was slightly better, but wayne was basically never home, so it wasn’t exactly great either
eddie knew how you were, and always tried to get you to talk to him. because well, it was just you and him. and to him, you were his only family. so he tried his best with you
but you never opened up. not until steve came around.
you walked into family video, wearing your headphones and listening to tears for tears while looking around, until you felt a tap on your shoulder
you looked to your side and steve’s face just froze, you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. you weren’t exactly normal either, you had heard about the infamous ladies man, but never really got to see him until just now
“need some help?” he said and you were hesitant for a second, before sliding your headphones down to your shoulders and nodding
as he was talking to you, asking what movies you liked watching, so he could help you pick something, and you finally spoke up.
god, your voice was as sweet as honey.
eddie was kind of acquaintances with robin and steve, so he would come in sometimes to hang out with them, and his eyes widened when he saw you talk to him
“what’s going on here?” he asked, startling you
“oh, hey eddie. what are you doing here?” steve asked
“the real question here, harrington. is what are you doing here with my sister?” eddie sternly asked
“uh sister?—wha—dude i work here” he said and you just chuckled, steve’s serious face quickly softened at the sound of your laugh, what was going on with him?
“oh…well, whatever! we’re going, y/n” eddie said, grabbing your arm and pulling you away with him as you waved steve off with a smile
“eddie has a sister?” robin and steve said at the same time the second you walked out
steve tried asking about you to eddie, but the second he heard your name eddie was quickly to stop him. wanting him that you weren’t the right girl for him, and he should just find some other girl to talk to
steve knew that eddie was probably just trying to be an annoying brother and explained to him that it wasn’t like that but eddie refused to even let him see you
and oh boy did he want to see you
something about you. it was—just, he didn’t know how to explain it. but he couldn’t get you off his mind. you were so pretty, so sweet, so…right for him
some days, instead of thinking happily about you, he’d be sad. wondering if he’d ever see you again, and thinking he lost his chance
until you just straight up casually walk in and look around like you’ve never seen him before
he’d basically run up to you, tripping and you’d just be startled, but when you see him, you laugh at how clumsy he is, and instead of being totally embarrassed, he’d grinning like the happiest man on earth, because he got to see you and hear that sweet sweet laugh of yours again
he’d talk to you and he’d be pretty nervous, since he’s around you and also because he’s frankly a little scared eddie will come back
“eddie isn’t here right now” you’d suddenly say and he’d just go like what
“yeah, he’s busy playing dnd, we got a few hours without his constant protectiveness
“oh, well uh…i don’t know why you’d say that”
you chuckle again, “yeah like you’re not gonna faint if he comes in again”
he’d laugh with you, and right there, he’d invite you to go take a little walk around town
you’d walk with him, and even though we’re talking about steve, this time, we’re talking about you. because even though you’re playing it cool, it’s freaking you out how normal you are with him
you haven’t talked this much with your own brother, but something about steve, it was just—it made you feel welcome and comfortable to say what you want
steve’s hearing you talk, and the sounds of the leaves that crunch every time you jump into them, and he just can’t help but feel so happy. even though you haven’t met for that long, he knew. you were perfect
you started to secretly hang out with steve more, and you two got so much closer. he’d take you home and eddie would be there, steve wanted the ground to swallow him up because eddie looked like he was about to cut steve’s head off
you told steve to stay in the car, and you casually walked in and eddje quickly followed, slamming the door behind him. steve couldn’t leave, not with eddie so angry
he could hear the two of you screaming at each other. this always happens, even though you two loved each other, you and eddie barely saw eye to eye.
and it always upset you. because of your past, the second you run into your room, you’d quietly sob into your pillow, regretting all the things you said. and feeling like the biggest disappointment in eddie’s eyes
steve could hear you sniffling, and lightly knocked on the window, you quickly wiped away your tears and let him in, without saying a word, he scooped you up in his arms and you broke down in front him
he’d keep praising you, saying stuff like “it’s okay, eddie still loves you. he won’t be angry for long. it’s alright”
steve would be feeling some immense guilt, because he’d the one who got you fighting in the first place.
you’d be laying in his arms, some light sniffles coming out of you every once in a while, and you knew right then and there just how much steve means to you
the next day, you’d wake up and find steve gone. not knowing that he was actually out with eddie, he wanted it make it right. steve couldn’t stand to see you so upset. he managed to convince eddie to come talk to him
steve told eddie just how much he loved you, and why you made him so happy. and even though eddie cared about you so much, and didn’t want steve to be with you. he saw how happy you were when you were with him. and he hadn’t seen that spark in so long.
he eventually said yes, and you were over the moon. you loved steve so much. and you told him about your past, which made him understand why eddie was so protective over you. that protectiveness grew on him too, and he was protective over just as much as your brother now
but you didn’t care. you were with steve now, and you loved him.
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theteasetwrites · 1 year
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The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning
Chapter 93: A Founder's Day to Remember
❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader ❧ Era: Season 11 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: mentions of weight gain, scary situation, violence, blood & gore, character death, spoilers for S11E18, ❧ Word Count: 4.6k
❧ In This Chapter: It's the day before you are scheduled to leave the Commonwealth and return to Alexandria, though an unexpected event, and death, might put a damper on those plans.
❧ A/N: A relatively short chapter, but it's packed with some cute stuff, and some plot stuff, and some scary stuff, so I think it's not too bad. Things are going to get interesting in the next chapter, though. That's for sure. Also I really like the dynamic between RJ and Robin! I think they're so fun together, even though canon RJ has zero personality. I am trying to work with what they gave us! Also I know Westley is just a little baby and he can't talk or anything but he's so stinking cute already (just like his daddy, I mean look at him).
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“Doctor’s orders,” he kept saying.
It was true, the doctor wanted you to rest as much as possible, and though you normally would take any excuse to lay around all day, you were rather anxious for the trip home.
Daryl had the ambitious idea to have everything packed by the end of the day and to head out to Alexandria tomorrow at first light, but you were torn. On one hand, you wanted to get back home as soon as possible, considering the shaky situation your group was in here at the Commonwealth. On the other, you were exhausted, and still hurting from labor. 
And yet, you still felt bad, watching Daryl empty the drawers of your shared dresser as you laid on your back in bed, with Westley curled up in a fetal position on your chest. His tiny thumb was nestled in his mouth as he slept soundly, while Daryl tried to be as quiet as a mouse. Unlike Robin, who was always a heavy sleeper, you quickly learned that Wes would stir awake at the slightest sound, much like Daryl.
“You sure you don’t need help, hon?” you asked quietly, almost in a whisper. “I can put him back in the crib and help you.” You eyed him closely as he opened your prized “delicates” drawer, consisting of all your favorite underwear, lingerie, and nighties. Though you trusted him with your prized collection, you couldn’t help but make sure he didn’t accidentally rip one of the vintage pieces. 
“Nah,” he replied, tucking the garments into your duffle bag with the rest of your clothing. “You just rest. Doctor’s orders.”
Biting your lip, you tilted your head to look past Daryl’s broad frame, hoping to get a glimpse of how he was packing your valuables. “Be careful with that, please,” you said quietly. “That’s my—”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s a French nightgown from the fifties, I know.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s a négligée, and it’s from the thirties, Daryl. It’s very important to me.” It wouldn’t be the first time Daryl had accidentally ripped some of your older clothing, so you were naturally a bit concerned. “The silk is delicate… And there’s already a tear—”
He huffed and turned to face you, interrupting your sentence. “I ain’t gonna hurt it,” he said softly. There was no anger in his voice, just reassurance. Sometimes, you wondered how he could be so patient with you. Then again, that was part of the whole marriage thing.
“I know,” you said with a smile. When Wes stirred a little, you gently rubbed his back, clothed in his brown bear onesie. On his head was the matching hat, with little round bear ears protruding from the top. 
Daryl’s heart melted a little, watching you lovingly gaze at the child. When he packed your last article of clothing, he crossed over to your bed and laid gently beside you, propped up on his side so he could admire the sleeping baby. “Hey, scout,” he whispered to him. Typical Daryl, already coming up with nicknames for him. “You ain’t even gonna remember this place… Maybe that’s a good thing.”
You felt his arm tuck underneath you, the other wrapping around your lower abdomen, carefully so as not to disturb the baby on your chest. With his chin on your shoulder, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh. This was his happy place, the last bastion of hope in this cruel world. 
You moved your head to snuggle against his. The smell of his freshly washed hair was heavenly.  “You still taking the kids to the Founder’s Day thing, baby?”
“Mhm… In a bit.”
“No rush,” you replied softly through a sigh. “I like when you lay around with me. I like when you’re lazy.”
“Got no time to be lazy,” he said. Ironic, since he was just closing his eyes and settling deeper into the plush softness of the mattress beneath him. “RJ wants to see that wrestlin’ match.”
Oh, yes, the wrestling match. Something everyone in the Commonwealth who’d informed you of the Founder’s Day festivities thoroughly looked forward to. Frankly, you didn’t get it. What’s the appeal of watching two half-naked men perform a staged fight when there’s so much violence in the world already? Hardly any need for that kind of entertainment, you thought, but then again, the citizens of the Commonwealth hadn’t seen as much violence as you, so maybe they were starved for it.
“I’ll never understand that,” you said. “Well, at least it’ll be something to take their mind off the move.”
The kids were not too thrilled to hear about the upcoming journey back home. RJ was mostly ambivalent, but Judith had serious qualms with it, and Robin was just sad to lose her routine, though she couldn’t entirely grasp the reasons for Judith’s anger. 
From what the eleven-year-old had told you, you garnered that she believed your group should stay and fight the Commonwealth, freeing its citizens from the oppression of the ruling class. Of course, you and Daryl had both tried to explain to her the infeasibility of that, and how your group was in no position to take on such an endeavor, but she didn’t understand. 
You didn’t expect her to. Judith was still young, even though she tried to carry herself like an adult. Perhaps your parenting style was different from Michonne’s, but you tended to treat Judith like an eleven-year-old child, which she was. Of course, children were raised differently now, but the truth of the matter remained: children were different from adults. 
Daryl rested with you for a little while, but forced himself to rise from the bed when he felt himself drifting off on your shoulder. “Gonna check on the kids,” he said. “See if they need help packin’.” Your eyes fluttered closed as he kissed your forehead, then Westley’s. “You sure you’re gonna be all right on your own?”
You had insisted that Daryl take the kids to the Founder’s Day celebrations in Union Square. It was to be their last day in the Commonwealth, so it was the perfect opportunity to make it special. 
“Mhm,” you hummed. “We’ll be fine.” You gently patted Westley’s back, causing him to stir a little and turn his head to the other side. “Robin will help, too, I’m sure.” You didn’t expect her to, but the six-year-old was insistent upon staying home and helping you with the baby. That, and she didn’t much care to see the wrestling match, either. “Just make their last day here special. It’s what they deserve.”
“I will,” he assured you. He threw his angel wing vest over his shoulders, adjusting it to his body. You had made a few modifications to it recently, as Daryl had been gaining a bit of weight, both from living with a secure food supply and the physical demands of his job. Not that you minded at all, though. You yourself had gained weight, both from pregnancy and Daryl being sure that you were well-fed at all times. It was one of the few good things about the Commonwealth that you would miss, but perhaps the food situation at Alexandria would improve now that the place was fixed up. 
You admired him as he stood in front of the mirror, buttoning up his vest. He turned to face you again, with his broad figure stretching the buttons a bit, as there was little wiggle-room inside the garment for his wide chest and extra weight. “How do I look?”
You outstretched your arms to gesture for him to come closer. “Great. Let me fix your hair.”
He came closer, bending over to let your hands comb through those soft, clean locks. It was truly one of your favorite things to do. There was always at least one strand of hair that would fall in the center of his face, and though you found it very endearing, you much preferred his handsome face to be on full display. When you pinned those stray hairs behind his ears, he grunted, but he wouldn’t dare ruin your styling. Just knowing you touched his hair and manipulated it to your liking was a gift to him. Still, he had to pretend that he didn’t like it, if only to tease you.
“I love your face,” you said, letting your hands cup his warm, scruffy cheeks. He’d been keeping his beard especially clean lately, probably due to your recent off-handed mentions that you liked it that way. “Handsome… Strong…” Your hands melted down to his shoulders, where you massaged the worn leather surface. “Perfect.”
Your voice was honeyed and low, mesmerizing to him. It was dangerous to stay there for too long, lest you trick him into laying back down with you and holding you and his new baby for the rest of the day. Tempting as it was, he had a promise to keep, and the last people he’d break a promise to were his family, especially the little ones. 
He leaned forward to kiss your lips, his hands covering yours as they gripped to his vest, almost pulling him back down. “Let me go, crazy woman,” he laughed under his breath. “Get some rest.”
Your lips jutted in a half-hearted pout. “Have fun.”
He finished doing the last button on his vest as he came into the living room, where RJ sat reading comics on the armchair, and Robin diligently folded her clothing on the couch, preparing for it to be crammed into her duffle bag. “All right,” said Daryl, patting Robin’s head as he looked around the living room to find the missing third child. “Where’s Judith?”
Robin shrugged, saying, “I dunno,” as she looked down at her clothes, with tightened lips and jaw. RJ kept his face in his comic book, not bothering to look Daryl in the eye, either. 
“RJ,” he said, “where’s Judith?”
“We’re not supposed to say,” he replied.
Daryl huffed. Sometimes, he really didn’t think he was cut out for this parenting thing, especially when the children decided to misbehave. Mostly, though, he was surprised at Robin, who told her parents everything. Not only that, but she was worse at keeping a secret than you were, which was saying something. 
“She’s s’posed to be packin’,” he said, lifting her discarded backpack to find that it was empty. 
“Said we had to pack but she said she wasn’t coming,” he replied, eyes still glued to his comic book. That kid was never great with manners. 
Still, Daryl was persistent, leaning over to get down to his eye level. This time, he spoke deeper, more insistent. “Where’d she go?” he asked RJ.
Finally, the boy lifted his large brown eyes, but his stare was vacant. “I don’t know.”
Daryl stood to his full height, chewing his lip as he turned to confront Robin, who he probably should’ve tried first. “Hey,” he said through a wispy breath, taking a softer approach. She eyed RJ, who must’ve signaled something to her, possibly in sign language, since the children were becoming quite proficient in it. “You know where Judith went?”
She swallowed hard and raised her silvery blue eyes to look pleadingly at her father. Guilt washed over her. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, voice beginning to quiver as her nerves took over and her resolve crumbled. How could she lie to her own father? That wasn’t very Dixon-like behavior, after all. “I told her not to go, but she didn’t listen to me, and she’s older, so I couldn’t do anything, and she was sayin’ how she couldn’t go with us ‘cause she doesn’t wanna leave and that—”
She was talking so fast that by the time Daryl interrupted her, she was gasping for breath. He’d never seen her so anxious before. “Hey, hey,” he said, grabbing her shoulders as he kneeled on one knee to meet her gaze. “Calm down.” A strand of her shoulder-length hair had fallen in her face in the midst of her panic. He gently swept it back behind her ear, trying to contain his own worry as he did. “It’s okay, you ain’t in trouble, birdie. Just tell me where she went.”
“She didn’t tell us,” she replied. “Honest.”
Daryl lowered his head and sighed. “You got any idea where she mighta gone? Either of ya?”
“No,” both children said, more or less at the same time. 
“She just told us not to tell anyone that she left,” added Robin.
He knew she wasn’t lying. She was too calm now to be lying. “I’ll be back,” he huffed, heading towards the door with a quickness in his step. “You ain’t goin’ to the match.” he said sternly to RJ, with a point of his finger. “Start packin’.” Maybe it was the fact that he was a boy, or the fact that RJ could be, for lack of a better word, a little shit, but Daryl didn’t have a problem scolding him slightly more than the girls, though they didn’t give him a reason to, most of the time.
In your bedroom, you slept with Westley on your chest for an hour or so, until he stirred awake with a shrill cry, wriggling around. “Mm, oh…” you moaned as you awoke. “Shhh.”
His diaper was fine, so he must’ve been hungry. You carried him to the kitchen, passing RJ and Robin. As you prepared Westley’s bottle, you furrowed your brow. RJ wasn’t supposed to be here, he was supposed to be watching the wrestling match at the Founder’s Day celebration. Well, he was. He was watching it from the window, as Robin sat on the couch, still packing the last of her things. “What are you doing here?” you asked him. “I thought you wanted to watch it up close.”
He shrugged, still avoiding eye contact. Sometimes, you struggled to understand RJ and his… blank personality. “Uncle Daryl left to find Judith,” he said. “Hasn’t come back yet.”
Your eyes widened, then you looked to Robin, who was certainly going to be more informative than the boy. “Judith left?”
“When you and Dad were packing,” she said. “She told us not to say anything, but I couldn’t hide it.”
“Goody two-shoes,” you heard RJ mutter under his breath.
“RJ,” you said sternly, warning him not to break your no name-calling rule again. 
“Sorry.” He turned back to watch the wrestlers, standing on his tippy toes to try to see as far as he could. 
“Why don’t you go out on the balcony?” you said, feeding Westley his bottled breastmilk as he lay cradled in your arms. “Better view.”
“Can I?” he asked excitedly. It was the most emotion you’d seen him have in a while, and even now, he wasn’t too expressive. 
“Sure, I’ll go with you. Wes could use some fresh air, I think.”
Robin followed you outside, where the wrestlers were just in the middle of their final round. One of them had thrown the other over the ropes, right at the feet of Governor Pamela Milton. 
“Wow!” exclaimed RJ, him and Robin both leaning over the railing to watch from a distance. Though Robin looked a little disgusted, she simply couldn’t look away. Neither could you.
“Is this s’posed to be fun?” she asked. “It’s… bad. Fighting is bad.” In a way, you were proud of her judgment. It made you happy to know that unnecessary violence was so repulsive to her. Her cousin, however, was unimpressed.
“It is fun. You wouldn’t know fun if it hit you in the face.”
Robin’s eyes widened as she turned to look at you. “Mom!”
You stepped forward, Westley wrapped in his knitted blanket as you bounced him. “RJ,” you said, “you need to say sorry, and mean it. Think about how you’d feel if someone said that to you.” Empathy was the key word for yours and Daryl’s parenting style. After hours of workshopping together when you were first pregnant with Robin, it had been set in stone—always teach empathy. 
“Sorry,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. 
“I’m right anyway,” replied Robin with a shrug. “It’s stupid. Fighting people is stupid, we should only fight walkers.”
You sighed, hoisting up the baby as you bounced him. You had been trying to erase that word from RJ and Robin’s vocabularies, replacing it with the nicer word “silly,” but it was hard to break that habit. “What did we say about that word, huh?”
“It’s not nice,” she huffed. “But ain’t I right?”
“Well, sometimes we have to fight other people, if those people are bad.”
RJ nodded. “Like the Whisperers.”
“Yes, exactly.”
She looked up at you with a squint and her hand blocking the afternoon sunshine from her eyes. “But wrestling is stu—I mean, silly fighting.”
“You know, it’s all fake.” Both children furrowed their brows at you. “It’s rigged. They decide who’s going to win beforehand, and the fighters know not to hurt each other, but to make it look like they’re hurting each other. It’s all just entertainment.”
Well, you didn’t find it particularly entertaining, but the crowd certainly did. By the time you were done talking with the children, the last tapout had finished, and the crowd was cheering wildly, with the winner parading triumphantly around the ring, raising his arms and yelling back at the audience. 
It was then you noticed two familiar dark-haired figures in the crowd—Daryl and Judith. “Hey!” you exclaimed, touching the children’s shoulders to get their attention. “There’s Daddy and Judith. He found her.”
You called out to him from the balcony, but he didn’t seem to hear you over the uproarious applause of the crowd. “Commonwealth! Commonwealth!” the winning wrestler chanted, with the crowd chanting along. 
When the crowd died down, Pamela Milton stepped onto the ring, microphone in hand. “Let’s extend a hearty thank you to our combatants!” she said, to which the crowd burst into another applause. “And now to continue with this wonderful day, my son Sebastian has prepared a few words.”
Oh, lovely, you thought. 
She handed the microphone to her son, as the crowd mustered a lackadaisical clap for the maligned young man. “Thank you, it is, uh, it is an honor and a privilege to be here with you today to celebrate the uh…” 
Though you couldn’t suss out the details too clearly from the distance you were at, you could tell that he was struggling to come up with the words. A part of you even felt ever so slightly bad for him. Choking up in front of an audience was always difficult, and you’d done it a few times during library conferences back in the day. Still, you mostly held him in contempt. He was rude to you, and a vicious little snake to Daryl. He had sent dozens of Commonwealth citizens to their deaths just to get him money to fund his “lifestyle,” and he deserved much worse than what he had gotten, which was just resentment.
But just when you were about to take the kids and retreat back inside, weary of the second-hand embarrassment, he began to speak again, this time closing the folder that he had been reading from. “I, uh… I know that a lot of you don’t think very well of me. I know that I probably deserve that.” 
That’s a good start. 
“Now it is gonna take a long, long road for me to earn your trust, and live up to my legacy. I don’t have the words to describe what this place means to me, but my grandfather did. So, humbly, if you would join me in listening to the wise words of President Milton, founder of the Commonwealth.”
The audience clapped more fervently this time, seemingly impressed with Sebastian’s extemporaneous speech. In fact, you were even just a little surprised, but ultimately, you knew that politicians, which was what Sebastian was in training to be, were in the business of saying what people wanted to hear, so you tried not to let it sway you too much. 
The clapping began to die down when a voice was heard through the speakers, but it was the voice of Sebastian himself, though his lips weren’t moving, and his face betrayed both confusion and fear. 
“Please,” the recorded voice spoke over the loudspeakers, “the Commonwealth is built on buying into bullshit.”
Your eyes widened. That wasn’t supposed to happen. Robin and RJ turned to look at you, equally as confused. All they knew was that was a very bad word, and that something wasn’t right. 
“The desperate need to believe that the ole American dream is still real. You know, ‘anything is possible, we can rise above our station.’ It’s a freakin’ joke. The reality is that the poor stay poor so that the rich can do whatever the hell we want.” The audience became rowdy, listening to Sebastian’s clandestinely recorded words with disgust, anger, and a sense of betrayal. You only stood frozen, watching a house of cards tumble right in front of you. “The game is rigged. There are no bootstraps to pull up. Christ, my mom hand-picks the lottery winners. And none of it matters, and nothing will ever change.”
“Mommy,” said Robin, “what’s happening?”
“I—I don’t…” You trailed off as Westley broke out into a crying fit, flailing his arms and legs as the crowd became more unruly, pushing against the guards to get closer to Pamela, and even throwing glass bottles at the governor’s feet. As you quickly pulled the children away from the edge of the balcony, you scanned the crowd for Daryl and Judith, but they were nowhere to be seen now, lost in the swarm. 
“Auntie!” cried RJ, tugging on your hand. “I’m scared!”
The last you had seen of Sebastian was him running off into the crowd, looking like he was about to kill someone, while the tape recording spoke, “They’re just too stupid to see it,” presumably in reference to the Commonwealth citizens that were now lunging towards the governor. You saw a guard use the stock of his gun to hit a man in the face, and more glass was thrown into the ring. 
“Please, everyone, remain calm!” Pamela said into the microphone, though it was much too late for that. 
Another glass was thrown into the ring, this time hitting a Commonwealth soldier in the head. He raised his gun towards the crowd, but Mercer was quick to lower it. “Stand down!” he yelled a few times. 
Westley cried louder now, and as you tried to bounce him until he’d stop, you searched through the crowd, trying to spot Daryl and Judith, but it was no good. 
The only thing you did spot was a dozen or so walkers stumbling into Union Square. They looked freshly dead, so whatever had happened, they were killed inside the walls just within a few hours. 
“Rotters!” you heard people yell, and now the pandemonium really began, with the citizens scattering and running in all different directions, bumping into each other and into walkers, who didn’t hesitate to rip out a man’s jugular with their teeth. 
“Get inside!” you yelled to Robin and RJ, turning to push them in. “Now!”
Inside the apartment, you bounced Westley in one hand while latching the door shut with the other, pulling the curtains and hurrying to the front door to lock the deadbolt and the chain. The children stood wide-eyed and terrified, but you pulled them into your bedroom, setting Westley in the bassinet by your bed before you ran to lock the door and move your now empty dresser to block it. 
Robin didn’t hesitate to tend to the baby, shushing him as she rocked him back and forth. “Shhh… Don’t cry.”
 RJ peered through the blinds to look out the window, but you quickly ran to him to pull him away. “Stay away from the windows,” you said. “Just in case.”
“What about Judith?” asked RJ. 
All this panic and running was a little too much on your rather weak body. You took a moment to catch your breath, panting all the while. “She’s going to be fine, sweetie,” you said. “She’s with Daryl… He’ll keep her safe.”
“Mommy,” said Robin in a panic, now holding Westley as she tried to bounce him. He cried even louder now, as gunshots began to ring out in the street. “Wes won’t stop cryin’.”
You palmed your forehead as you crossed over to them, taking Westley in your arms and soothing him as you rubbed his back and bounced him some more. If walkers were attacking now, a crying baby was the worst thing to have around. You sat yourself on the bed, holding him close to your chest. Robin and RJ soon joined you, each child clinging to your arms. 
“Daddy will get rid of them,” whispered Robin, and you assumed she was talking to the baby, as she held his tiny hand in hers. “He’s braver than any soldier.”
More gunshots rang out, and then a series of blood curdling screams resounded in the streets, much louder than any of the others. You panicked for just a moment, terrified it was someone you loved. Could it be Daryl, or Judith? Or Carol, or Rosita? Maybe Ezekiel, or Gabriel? No, it wasn’t anyone you loved, but it was someone you knew. 
Sebastian’s voice cried out a shrill, pathetic, “help me!” with the snarl of a walker echoing his words. 
You left the kids and the baby, who had finally calmed down a little, on the bed to cross over to the window, where you peeked through the blinds. Just outside on the street, several stories down, Sebastian lay down, with a walker’s bloodied mouth latched onto his neck. His screams seemed louder now that you could see him, his mouth wide open and a gush of dark, viscous blood pouring like a waterfall. He was encircled by a terrified crowd, all of whom watched in combined horror and fascination, and perhaps a bit of approval, at the display, but in the corner of your eye, a small figure approached, holding a familiar Colt Python in both her trembling hands.
Behind her was Daryl, looking down at the wailing man. When Judith pulled the trigger, the walker’s lifeless body fell to the ground, along with Sebastian, whose last gasps of bloody breaths were choked out in front of the people he cared so little for. In the distance, his recorded voice could still be heard on the speakers, spewing his hatred over and over and over again.
You kept the children away from the window for as long as possible, trying to keep them from seeing the carnage outside. When you heard incessant knocking at the front door, you flinched and instinctively began shoving Robin and RJ into the walk-in closet, until Daryl’s voice called out your name, and you bolted to the front door, unlocking the deadbolt and the chain.
He was out of breath, holding Judith’s hand as he stumbled inside. “Everythin’ all right?” he panted as he hugged you, and you just stared over his shoulder, bewildered.
“I—I… Are you all right?”
That hadn’t even occurred to him. “M’fine.”
Robin and RJ burst out the bedroom in a hurry, welcoming the two previously missing members of their household. “We saw the walkers,” said Robin. “Are they gone?”
“Yeah,” he replied. “They’re gone, but…”
“But what?”
You pulled back to look at him, and from his expression, you knew that what had happened down in the streets was somehow going to change your plans of returning home, to some extent. 
Whatever extent that was, you were sure of one thing: not everyone was going to get out of here alive. 
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asylumdwellermoved · 1 year
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obligatory dol voice hc post with all named npcs except ones im not very confident on
(some of these will be a little vague, so my bad. will be embarrassed about how obvious my preference for high/light voices will be too lmao)
robin: noticably... soft. like, rarely gets much louder than normal talking voice too. i picture f!robin having an almost whispery quality to her voice in a subtle relaxing kind of way.
whitney: bastard (gn) edgelord energy through and through. f!whitney's voice is low and m!whitney's voice has an almost forced-sounding constant growl to it.
eden: might be the only one besides bailey that i picture to have such a deep voice tbh. not very expressive, but can get very growly in bed sometimes and you will get a bit of a rise out of them if you catch them off guard or make them smile.
kylar: f!kylar's voice is kind of light and m!kylar's voice is VERY light. someone mentioned kylar slightly trying to sound like an anime character with their voice and i wholeheartedly agree lmao. their voice gets very quivery at times under stress rather than much louder until they reach a breaking point. the only thing that is able to make them significantly loud on no special occasion outside of mental breakdowns is.................. well.
sydney: tired sounding, but strangely calming. i picture m!syd with a kind of androgynous voice and f! with a slightly more cheerful airy sounding voice. really doesn't change from pure to corrupt, corrupt may have a habit of slipping into a bit more vocal fry maybe but it's barely noticable.
avery: standard middle aged person voice, m!avery sounding a bit older maybe. laughing a lot and usually sounding like they have a grin on their face, with a hint of hollow fakeness.
great hawk: not actual bird in my playthroughs so they sound like just a weird human that squawks every now and then lol. mid-range with a pleasant and smooth voice, and when they get excited their voice raises but they sometimes sound weirdly neutral, as if their instincts don't always trigger them to emote like a human would.
alex: mid-low with the expected southern drawl. will get a bit on the louder side sometimes without realizing it. how much this has to do with my adhd hc for them im unsure.
bailey: very low and deep. will get suddenly very loud when they snap. not a hint of a smile in their voice outside of when they're teasing someone or saying something particularly dark.
harper: usually high-ish and interested sounding, like they're trying to bring your mood up or get you out of your shell by listening to them, if that makes sense. very relaxed sounding though, has a calming effect. gets a bit breathy sounding when something gets them particularly flustered/horny, and anything past that that gets their facade to slip makes their voice quiver. when the mask is completely off and they're being a full on creep there are rare moments where their voice will drop very low for a moment, sometimes mid sentence. honestly a little scary.
jordan: very airy and pretty. a bit awkward-sounding in tone sometimes though. it seems like they don't get out much.
briar: also bastard energy. a bit of a husky voice, but still too attractive-sounding for how scummy they are.
leighton: not sure what to say tbh. just an occasionally sleazy sounding older person. i know theres a lot of old man fuckers but nothing quite stands out to me about leighton.
sirris: maybe it's because theyre the only one known to be an actual parent but mid-range with dorky dad/mom energy. very friendly sounding!
doren: low and kinda deep. strikes me as being a little brief and quiet in one on one interactions outside of teaching.
mason: a strong voice, especially when teaching. really has that hustle motivation kind of vibe.
morgan: mid-high register and constantly shaky, maybe a little hoarse at times. growly when they're pissed off.
niki: mid range, fast talking and a little cold sounding but unintentionally.
remy: low and projected loud a good amount of the time, like they're reading off orders.
wren: mid-deep and a bit raspy. noticable when you can hear a smirk on their lips.
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spacerangersam · 8 months
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I got carried away with thoughts on a good omens au, whoops-
Pat is an angel who's job is to look over humans. He's not the biggest fan of God on account of her continually allowing things to happen which harm the very humans he's supposed to look over, but keeps it quiet, lest he loose his powers and be unable to help anyone. He owns a library in Surrey and runs a scouts group where he tries to teach the local kids good behaviours. Just a nice, friendly angel who's occasionally consumed by an apocalyptic rage and has to be dragged away from a fight by a demon. You know how it is.
Julian is his demonic friend who's been bothering him since the beginning of time, a initial wildcard who was all about inflicting lust and tempting people. He's mellowed over time, though still a troublemaker, and would very much like it if Hell would back off and just let him enjoy eternity. He occasionally joins in the scout sessions to cause havoc and teach the kids lessons they probably shouldn't be taught, but Pat allows it. Sometimes. He does have a very expensive flat, but somehow always ends up at the library. He does, of course, have a very expensive car.
Daley is the cheery antichrist who's been misplaced for a number of years (funnily enough, Pat visits Yorkshire quite often and knows him quite well, but doesn't know he was one of the two babies involved in the switcharoo), while Rachel is the grumpy daughter of a politician who's mistaken as the antichrist for a number of years. She's not happy about her nanny and gardener disappearing after her birthday, managing to find her way to Yorkshire to be a part of the fuss. Her and Daley learn the truth, become friends, and she's only a bit disappointed that she doesn't have the cool powers. She does insist Pat and Julian visit occasionally, and they do.
I know the obvious choice would be to make Alison the witch since her actress voiced Anathema in the radio show, but I want it to be Mike. Mike, the only one out of his immediate family who has any aptitude for magic and is constantly worried about messing up and ruining his family legacy.
Alison is the clumsy descendant of a witch hunters who just wants a job she won't muck up and also for this weird witch hunter guy called Barclay to leave her alone.
Captain is a high-ranking angel who's never left heaven and still hasn't gotten over his second in command leaving him for earth (whether that be Havers, Pat or someone else is up to you). He's not fond of any angels stationed in earth because of it, and would prefer if no angels went to earth, actually.
Fanny is his replacement secondhand who's a very traditional angel and not a big fan of how human all these earth angels are. She and the Captain are bad guys, per se, they just have some stuff to work through.
Mary is a low ranking angel who's initially very devout, but nevertheless ends up befriending a friendly but mischevious demon named Robin and falling for another called Annie (previously called Lilith). Humphrey is also a demon, a very polite one who didn't actually mean to fall, but he's a demon now regardless so tries to get on with life. Thomas is an angel who'd rather be a demon so he can 'suffer for his art' but somehow keeps failing at falling.
Kitty is a perfectly normal human who, because of a miracle gone wrong, is somehow immortal. No one bar Pat and Julian have clocked onto that yet, and they just sort of leave her be. She seems happy enough.
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hjcoolartnerd · 7 days
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Just A little Push Part 1
A Harringrove and Dylommy Fanfic
It was a very normal day in Hawkins, Dylan was just finishing his shift at the pool. He usually had shifts with Billy but this day he asked to get an early shift, Why? well he was going to hang out with his long time friend Steve. The two haven't talked since their friendship collapsed during middle school and last week the two saw each other since they graduated at Steve's work Family video. After talking for a long while the two agreed to hang out together along with Steve's Coworker Robin Buckley. As Dylan dried off he could see a very much angry Billy entering the pool's locker room "WHAT THE HELL WALKER!" He shouted at Dylan who didn't seem faced, on the contrary he knew this was coming "Calm down Hargrove" He said back as he took of his tank top uniform. "Don't tell me what to do shit head! I thought you promised we were going to have our shifts at the same time I barely know the little shits in town let alone our coworkers" He spat still angry. "Look, I had to take a early shift. I had plans today in the afternoon and i couldn't work our usual shift." He replied back calmly changing into a dry plain shirt. "So? I could have joined you in the morning shift" He continued to reply his anger not disappearing. "Give me a break Hargrove you aren't a morning person, so I took the morning shift with Adam. It was super quiet at that hour tho, no annoying kids and no hot sun to bother us. I could even get my break in peace.” He said taking off his red swimming trunks. “So who is taking the afternoon shift with me?” He was still mad “uh Heather Holloway. She agreed to switch shifts something about not being able to take the morning shift” Dylan said as he pulled on some fresh pair of shorts “ great so now I’m working with a completely random girl?” He grumbled as he leaned on the lockers “we studied with heather… besides I promised Steve I would hang out with him.” He said the mention of Steve’s making Billy straightened up “Harrington? You are meeting with Harrington or Farrah Fawcett?” Billy looked straight at Dylan’s eyes “Yes Harrington. Randall left Hawkins for New York.” Dylan said as he finished getting ready “lucky bastard” he muttered “so… Harrington you still like him?” Dylan laughs at Billy’s question “no I don’t still like Steve… I was so focused on his ass and his …. Attention that I might have lost sight of people who actually liked me like Eddie or Barb.” Dylan looked at him before smirking “why you like Steve?” Billy choked at Dylan’s suggestion “What?! I don’t like losers like Harrington… he just has nice hair and… well..” his voiced lowered as he looked away “awe that’s cute Hargrove, you like Steve” he chuckled “relax before you threaten me, I won’t tell anything to Steve but I’ll let you know if he mentions you” he chuckles as he grabs his bag “see ya tomorrow Hargrove.” Dylan slowly began walking out of the locker room and by extension the community pool. He walked past the front were he saw Adam who was also getting his things to leave, Dylan saw more people walk in like Mrs. Wheeler and the rest of the moms that usually came by to gawk at Billy's shirtless physiche. Dylan just kept walking until he reached his car a red 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS454, a Christmas gift from his mom's new boyfriend. He turned on the engine, and took one last glance at the community pool as he then began driving to his place. Dylan was lucky that his sister and Bruce were out of town for the weekend so he had invited Steve and Buckley to his place.
After a while of driving, he eventually arrived to the small two story house that he and his sister managed to get. He turned off the engine as he stayed in the car for a short while. He looked over at the Neighboring house as he noticed a familiar brown haired Jerk arriving to the house next door. He lived right next to Carol Perkins, and the guy he saw was his high school bully Thomas 'Tommy' Hagan. He took a deep breath as he got out of his car grabbing the key to his house, in the corner of his eyes Dylan noticed Tommy walking towards the fence as he leaned "Hey Walker! Good to see yah Pretty boy, Thought you left town" He said with his trademark smirk one that he was tired of seeing. "Hello Hagan.... I thought you were working in prison already." Dylan said as he stopped right in front of the door of the house. "You have a nice sense of humor Walker. You've always been kind of funny man" He said still leaning on the fence, "Since when are you living next door to Carol man?" Dylan took a deep breath, he knew he needed to go inside and get things ready to hang out with Steve and Buckley but he also couldn't be rude to his neighbor no matter how much he wanted. "Since we graduated from Hawkins high. My sister, Bruce and I took this place not long after...." He walked closer to Tommy who just smiled "That's nice! can't wait to see you almost every day Walker." Tommy had a genuine smile as he was going to extend his hand to shake Dylan's hand he was stopped "TOMMY! Are YOU COMMING FOR OUR MOVIE NIGHT OR NOT" It was Carol annoying voice, "Coming Babe!" He yelled back before smiling at me "Well i got to head inside, My girl is kind of an attention whore" He said as he walked into the house "An attention whore and a bed whore too..." Dylan mumbled to himself as he went to the door and unlocked it. He was greeted by his friendly dog Milo "Hey Buddy! Miss you too boy! let's go eat before going for a walk" He said feeding an excited Milo who just wagged his tail. Dylan was standing close to a window that had a full view to Carol's house, it was different that her parents house but they still had a pool. Dylan could see clearly to the Livingroom and to the kitchen, Carol was looking for beer for Tommy while tommy was sitting on the couch rambling about who knows. He shook his head as he looked back at Milo. It was going to be a long night wouldn't it.
Eventually, Steve and Buckley Arrived to Dylan's place, he let them enter as he led them towards the living room. "Welcome to my humble abode!" He said smiling as he sat on the couch "Wow this place looks awesome Dylan." Steve said sitting right next to him and Robin also sat down. "So Walker what's new? How is the community pool is treating you?" Robin asked him as Steve instantly looked at Dylan for his answer "Honestly, The pool is fine... not the first place i had in mind as a job but i still took it. Tho im planning of quitting once summer ends. Might try to get a job at KFC's newest rival, the Chicken Shack." He said stretching on the couch "Oh yeah the new place right across of were we work, I heard they have good food" Robin said as she smiled "how are you co workers treating you Dyl" Steve asked more interested on Dylan's co-workers than Dylan wanting to changed jobs. "Oh they are okay.... Heather Holloway usually works in the morning as well as the rest of my co workers, I usually work in the evenings with Hargrove." He said and that quickly peeked Steve's interest. "Hargrove.... Is he still a handsome Jerk?" Steve said trying to say it low but Dylan still heard "I don't know about handsome, Steve, but he is still a jerk... he was mad at me for not telling him about me working early, So I almost didn't make it out alive" He chuckled "But Hargrove and I are friend ish, so i guess we are fine...." Steve nodded as Dylan got up "Let me get the snacks from the kitchen." He walked away leaving Steve and Robin alone in the living room "Steve, if you talk like that about Billy, Dylan will find out that you like Billy" Robin said with a smirk "I know, But I can't help it... I haven't Seen him since graduation..." He hesitated "I wanted to swing by the pool but Dylan is always on shift with Billy" He sighed "Look i know that Dylan might have feelings for you but you like Billy, you can't help it. Dylan would understand it" She said patting his back "Besides I don't think Billy would reject the King" Steve laughed at Robin as Dylan returned with snack "Guess who i saw next door?" He said with a frown on his face. "OH Who? Barb?" Steve said " No she is in New York." Dylan replied fast "Copy cat Steve?" Robin asked and Dylan glare "No... I thank god or else id have to move. But no he is Also In new York." He said sitting down as he set the snacks on the small coffee table "Then who Walker?" Robin asked "Tommy Hagan... He and Carol are still going strong" Dylan said with a permanent frown on his face. "Isn't that The one who used to call you the F word every day and Steve didn't say anything to him?" She asked as Dylan nods "Yes That same jerk.... and It was weird, he was happy to see me... there was no hate, no anger.... no homophobia...." Dylan trailed off "Really? are we talking about the same Tommy. As In Thomas Hagan, freckles, douchebag, boyfriend to a whore?" Steve asked as Dylan nods again "Yeah that Tommy. It was really weird interaction very friendly." He said as he shrugged "Not that weird" Robin said as they all looked at her "What?" Steve asked confused. "Yeah Buckley what do you know that Steve doesn't?" Dylan asked crossing his arms "Well, Its obvious, why he only bullied you Dylan or more like why he mostly bullied you... He might be closeted or curious." She said as both Dylan and Steve laughed at her suggestion "Really Robin? Saying that Tommy is closeted is like saying that Billy is a flaming gay" Steve added laughing as Dylan just laughed with the most fake laugh he could, He couldn't reveal Billy's secret without Billy's consent so he just laughed with Steve. This was the most weird reunion that Dylan and Steve have had but it was cool, The thought of a curious or closeted Tommy did made Dylan curious, the same to Steve the thought of Billy being a flaming gay.
A/N: Here we have the first part of Just A little Push. I thought i was going on for too long writing this , But it was an Idea I had, Obviously I never saw My oc getting with Tommy Hagan as a couple but.... thats why AU's Exist right?
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babysit duties [eddie munson]
eddie munson x gn!reader
summary: you are on babysit duties waiting for Eddie to talk to you, while the others are trying to figure out who or what Vecna is
warning: none
"Helloo, dustin? Are you there?" You hear eddie's voice through the walkie talkie
You giggle as you are laying in bed, hearing Eddies voice while you're reading an incredibly boring magazine
"Ahem, dustybuns is currently unavailable" you try to speak in your absolute costumer service voice "y/l/n! Didn't expect to hear your honey dripping voice" Eddie beams and you can't help but blush "yeah he had to do something far more important than babysitting the hottest dude of whole Hawkins" you blurted out far too fast than you could think, shit. It also took a long time for Eddie to answer back "the hottest dude of hawkins hm?" He says in a serious voice 'yeah" you gulped "i mean, if we have to choose between jason or you, i would go for you" fuck it you only live once.
You hear eddie giggle "i'm deeply flattered my lady" his voice sounds deeper "but ehm, why i reached out is, because i'm in trouble" you sit right up in bed “tell me” “well, Jason and the gang have found me a-“ “Eddie what the fuck! You were supposed to alarm any of us if that would happen!” you yell through the walkietalkie “i’m sorry, i freaked out” he says quietly “it’s okay, where are you?” “skull rock” “stay there” you say as you throw the walkie talkie in your bag, put on some jeans and shoes while you bolt out the door.
When you arrive at skull rock you see a very distressed Eddie “omg Eddie! Are you okay?” you throw your arms around his shoulder as you see how small he made himself while waiting for you. He holds you tight and nods his head “i told the others where we were, I think its best we wait” you sit down next to him and he keeps nodding his head
“have you eaten?” you ask after a few minutes and he shakes his head “no, the guys were supposed to get me food but I got nothing” he says as he puts a hand through his hair and lets out a deep sigh, you go through your bag to find a good looking apple and a cereal bar “thanks” he smiles “I wasn’t hungry at school so your lucky i brought my bag” you say as he starts eating.
After some time Eddie starts to fall asleep against your shoulder, too tired of all the adrenaline and stress his body has been through the last couple of days. Normally you would shrug somebody off, but you know he needs it, you put your head against his and you smile when you hear him breathe deeper
“I told you it was north! Now we’re lost. You always have such good ideas” “oh shut up like you know what north is!” “i have a compass in my hand to be clear!” you hear Dustin and Steve bicker from afar and you smile as you see Robin and Nancy come your way, motioning to be quiet because of Eddie and they try to shush Steve and Dustin only for Dustin to yell “I knew it!” waking Eddie up “jeez, thanks Dustin” you mumble as you roll your eyes “let that poor dude sleep” Robin hits Dustins shoulder “I knew it!” he says while looking at you two and you sigh as Eddie tries to stand up “knew what exactly?” he asks while he dusts off his clothing. Dustin starts to show a deep grin “that you two l-“ “what took you so long” you say, not wanting Dustin to reveal your secret. He knew you liked Eddie ever since the schoolyear started, you liked him way before that but it was either truth or dare at lunchbreak when Eddie was sick and no way in hell you would choose dare when Dustin and Mike were around.
You heard some talking about a gate at lovers lake but you couldn’t know about what it exactly was. Dustin only put you on babysit duty because he knew you liked Eddie and he knew that he didn’t really had the time to babysit eddie, which was obvious knowing Eddie didn’t get any food from them “how about, you go and find out about the gate and I make some food hm?” you say to them when they all are bickering towards eachother and Eddie looks at you with hopefull eyes “could you, maybe. Make pasta?” he asks as he waits for you to catch up “Dustin told me you can make a mean pasta” you smile as you look at how his eyes light up “ofcourse I can” “great!” you heard the whole group say thanks as you wave them goodbye, walking back to your house.
Not knowing how your night actually would end
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okay so maybe, i want to turn this into a serie? i don't know yet, please let me know what you think!
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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years
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Okay but imagine the kink YouTuber thing bleeding into another au, like maybe a coffee shop au. Steve's the barista writing Eddie's name on a cup and maybe Eddie's having a bad allergy day, he has a cold or maybe it's just a one off sneeze. Steve has to everything in his willpower to not just fucking crush the cup in his hand in shock because holy shit he recognizes that sneeze.
I think this is the start of a wonderful au anon lol. I wrote this all and then reread the prompt, so I hope it's ok I didn't have him do the cup thing. Also! I had a request for a VERY similar prompt, so I'm just posting on this one, but to the anon who sent the other ytsnz!eddie, I hope this is what you were looking for. Enjoy!
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Steve’s bored out of his mind, standing at the front of the currently empty coffee shop. It’s 2pm on a Tuesday and everyone is either at work or in school, and he wants to bang his head against the wall. Robin is in the back unpacking some new syrups they need to bring out, so he’s stuck manning the front.
A minute later, a guy who looks to be in his early to mid twenties walks in, looking vaguely curious about the place. As he gets closer, Steve can see just how pretty the man is, long dark hair and big brown eyes. What Steve notices after that, is that his nose is red, not a regular shade, but the kind of red that’s rimming his nostrils, making them chapped, the skin underneath pink.
A soft but still audible sniffle rings out into the quiet shop, and Steve feels warmth pool in his stomach, seeing such an attractive person like this. As he steps up to the counter, he brings a sweater clad arm up to his face and turns, letting out what Steve picks up as a tired cough. Sick then, not allergies. For some reason, the idea makes Steve even more interested.
“Hey, what can I get started for you?” The barista forces himself to speak, not wanting to seem like a creep.
“Hi,” the long haired man smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I uh, I’m new in’d town, thought I’d stop in,” he explains, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.
Instantly, Steve feels like he knows the voice. He can’t place where from, but it’s familiar, down to the subtly rounded constants.
“Welcome. Do you have anything in particular you like?”
“I usually go for iced coffee, but thingk I might go for a tea today,” the brown eyed man explains, rubbing the cuff of his sleeve against his nose. He sniffles and Steve melts a little.
“Yeah, we’ve got some great teas. I really love the vanilla and lavender one, it’s newer.” The barista has never actually tried it, honestly he hates tea, but there’s no way in hell he’s letting the other know that.
“That sounds great, I’ll get a large of one of those.”
After the man pays, Steve starts working on the tea, facing the back of the shop. He pauses when he hears a thicker sniffle and then-
“iiHhGKsshhew! h’iKkSHhuhew! snf! hihIKshhEW!”
Everything happens at once. Steve has to force himself not to turn around, his whole body feels like it’s been electrocuted, and he knows why the man’s voice sounds so familiar.
thebanished.
Holy shit.
If he was a normal person, he’d throw a ‘bless you’ over his shoulder, but he’s not, and he can’t. Not when his whole body is on fire. As seconds tick by, Steve listens in an out of body state as the man waiting sniffles a few times, coughs muffled into his arm. Turning around, Steve holds the large to go cup in his hands, sliding on a cardboard piece so the cup is able to be held.
“Tha’gks…” Eddie squints slightly, and Steve almost thinks he’s going to witness him sneeze, but then he realizes he’s looking at his name badge. “…Steve. I’ll see you arou’d I’m sure, I live right across the street.”
“No problem, I work basically every day, me and my best friend own the shop,” the words come out slightly fumbled, his face heating up, unsure if he’s in heaven or hell.
“Awesome. See you rou’d Stevie.”
Sniffles ring out once more as the guy walks out.
Holy shit. What is his life.
Steve tries not to think of TheBanished as he helps other customers as the day continues. He tries, he really does. But everytime he’s left alone with his thoughts, the sound of his sneezes echo in his head, and flashes of curly brown hair and his pink nose come back to him. Jesus.
At 6:50, ten minutes before they close, Steve hears the bell to the store ring. He’s in their small office counting the safe money, but Robin is out there, so he continues. At least, he continues until he hears three sneezes, two second in between each other, and his body stiffens. There’s no way.
As if his body is acting on its own accord, the barista stands and closes the office door behind him. A few customers are slowly packing up their laptops or folding their newspaper to leave, and by the counter is TheBanished, looking more worn down than earlier. Steve’s brain can only think ‘god he’s beautiful’ and ‘I need to take care of him’ and ‘please let him sneeze again’.
Walking up, he gives TheBanished a smile, as Robin puts his order in. A glance at the screen shows he’s getting a repeat of this afternoons tea, which Steve counts as a win- at least he’d recommended something good.
“Couldn’t stay away?” Steve smiles, and if his words have a slightly flirtatious lilt to them, he can’t help it.
“Hey,” Eddie smiles back. He’s got the same sweater on, but this time a a leather jacket over it, hugging his arms and shoulders. “I’m pretty clueless at mak’ig tea, and I’m getti’g a cold, it seems. You guys are pretty co’dviedia’t.”
All the air seems to leave Steve’s body. Not only is TheBanished hot as hell, but he’s here in Steve’s shop, living right across from it, telling him he’s catching a cold. Really, Steve wants to argue he’s definitely already caught it, but instead, he tries for a hopefully sympathetic and not at all happy look.
“That sucks man, especially since you’re new in town. We’ve got plenty of tea for you, right Robin?”
“Oh definitely, plus coffee, so much coffee,” she laughs. “What’s your name?” Robin asks, grabbing a sharpie from their pen cup, holding the cup close to write on.
“Eddie,” the guy, Eddie, replies, sniffling. “A’d tha’gks. Been here a week, guess my body is’dt agcli’bated to cold weather,” he jokes, sounding stuffier.
Would it be weird to offer him a tissue? Clearly he has the fetish too, or he wouldn’t be posting videos on YouTube. But would he find it nice, or just weird? Steve is pulled out of his thoughts when Eddie mumbles a ‘scuse me’ and turns, pulling the neck of his sweater up over his mouth, aiming downward.
“hiHGkSHhuhEW! h’eHGkshh’ew! hih’ghtchEW!! Fugk, snfsNF! sorry,” Eddie sniffles and winces are the sound, pulling his sweater back down.
Steve notices the slight sheen against his nostrils, trailing down onto the upper divot of his lip. Pants tightening, he swallows.
“Bless you.”
“Tha’gks Stevie.”
The nickname has Steve turning, his whole body so hot he feels dizzy. Robin takes that moment to hand Eddie his tea, telling him she hopes he feels better.
“Tha’gks Robi’d. I’ll see you guys later.”
When he’s out of the coffee shop, Steve goes and locks the door.
“So he’s cute,” Robin smirks, and Steve can feel her eyes boring into his head.
“Yeah, I guess.” He tries desperately to keep his voice even and cool.
“I know you fawn over sick, vulnerable men Steve, I have eyes. I’ve been best friends with you for like five years. We literally live together. Don’t think I haven’t heard you in your room before when I’ve gotten home and you’ve not heard me.”
Steve goes bright red. She knows. She knows and he wants to die.
“I…”
“It’s not weird. I mean..okay, any kink type thing could be a little, but yours is cute? It’s so…unassuming, ya know?”
“Mm, let’s talk about something different, please, like. Anything else. You can count the till, I’m going to finish counting the safe.” He knows it’ll quiet her, so he goes back to the office and tries not to sink into the floor.
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fizzyxcustard · 2 years
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Ultimatum.
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Masterlist of fan fiction
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairings: Guy of Gisborne x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Smut, insecurity, ultimatums
Summary: You and Guy discuss your feelings for each other, and act on those feelings. However, you know that Guy can be a better man and can't stand by to watch him fall into a pit of atrocity while serving under the Sheriff. Will Guy choose you or Sheriff Vaisey?
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This probably will turn into a short series.
I've also changed the plot a little. Marian never died, but instead has gone on the run with Robin.
You were always torn, wanting to love him but knowing that you shouldn’t have. Guy of Gisborne had become a friend of sorts, someone whom you shared early morning chit chat with when you came and visited your father, one of Nottingham Castle’s many guards. You would bring your father some lunch, and had gradually started bringing extra to give to Guy. 
Then it hit you, and you knew you couldn’t change your heart, no matter how many times your rational mind tried to interfere. You were in love with Guy of Gisborne. However, you doubted he felt the same. He may have smiled when he saw you approaching, treated you like an honourable lady, and always spoke well of you, but that didn’t mean that he felt anything for you. No doubt his heart still belonged to Marian. You had watched him follow her around, showing vulnerability in a way that you yearned for, and all she had done was manipulate that love and want, twisting it so she could meet the needs of her lover, Robin Hood. She was now long gone, an outlaw on the run along with her lover and his gang. 
One morning and you walked the main long corridor in search of your father. He normally guarded the Sheriff’s main study, but today he was not there. Maybe a change of duty. Sometimes your father’s guarding point was changed, especially if the castle had visitors. 
“Looking for me? Or I can at least hope,” Guy said smoothly, stepping up behind you. 
A shiver of pleasure wound its way down your spine and pooled in the very pit of your stomach. You stopped, smiling to yourself. “As a matter of fact, I wasn’t, but you are a nice surprise to be found.” 
You turned on your heel and looked up into the grey blue eyes of the man you loved. He was tall, imposing, powerful, and all of it made you shiver and squirm beneath your dress. Anticipation. Want. 
“I have something to ask of you,” Guy said, his voice growing soft. It was like silk, wrapping around you so snugly. 
You swallowed hard, gathering your words from the web of anxiety that was being spun in your chest. “Of course.” 
“Would you join me for dinner tonight? There is something I want to discuss with you in private. My chamber?” 
Self-control was slipping away second by second. A slight gasp erupted from the back of your throat. 
Guy noticed. Was this really the sign he had hoped for? 
“I would love to. Although, I’m concerned about the subject of discussion. Is it something serious? Is everything alright?” 
“It is nothing for you to worry about. It’s something that has been on my mind for some time now.” 
“Do you wish to talk about it now?” you asked. On instinct, you reached out and gently brushed Guy’s arm. In his face you could see that there was something weighing on him, troubling him. And you didn’t want to let this subject linger on any longer than was entirely necessary. 
Guy seemed to be stuck for words, unsure of how to proceed. 
“Let us talk about it now. I can see it’s troubling you.” 
Guy walked the hallway with you, the gentle tap of the spurs on his boots being the only sound. Everything else had grown quiet. You shuffled on, quickening your small steps in order to keep to keep up with Guy’s long strides. 
Once at his chamber, he let you inside and locked the door. “I do not want any disturbances,” he told you. Then you watched as he poured two goblets of wine and he offered one to you. “I know it’s early, but liquid courage helps.” 
“Please talk to me. You’re worrying me,” you told him. 
Guy took a huge gulp of wine and sighed, turning around so his back was to you. “I’ve laid myself bare too many times and been completely obliterated, and maybe there’s still some hope in me that I can find happiness.” 
You stepped up behind Guy and cupped his arms with your hands. “It’s alright,” you told him. “You will find happiness, I’m sure of it. Any woman should be honoured to have you.” 
“Would you be honoured to have me?” Guy asked, and slowly he slipped around. He was head and shoulders above you, looking down. His gaze grew soft, tender. 
“Of course I would,” you replied, unable to hold back your true feelings. “I’ve watched your heart be shattered and it’s shattered me too having to see that. Love is something I know that you’ve yearned for.” 
“Could you ever give me that love?” 
“Yes,” you whispered. 
The quickness of your response made Guy smile and exhale in relief. “Because I know that I have that love to give you also. I have never been allowed to love. Until now.” 
You reached up, your gaze never unlocking from his, and you pressed your lips to his. Immediately he responded, pulling you in tight to him. Your bodies pressed together, moulding and shaping against each other. You both groaned against each other’s locked lips, and let your tongues begin their search. 
Within minutes and you began disrobing each other, your pace quick. Electricity, heat and pleasure burst between you both. 
Guy lowered you to his bed, taking in your beautiful form. And you couldn’t help but look down at the effect you were having on him. Your gaze drifted from his navel, travelling down through the thick dark curls to see his member waiting for you, standing to attention. 
Your bodies met and you both groaned in relief at the impact. He rocked against you and then began quickening his rhythm. You kept your grip tight on his shoulders and back, with your legs locked at his waist. 
As you came, his name slipped off your tongue. You felt like you were flying as the tsunami of pleasure and heat threw you upward. 
Guy watched you tremble beneath him, your whole body reacting to him. Just the sight of you climaxing to him made him spill. As the pinnacle came, he gripped your hips and groaned against your neck, riding that wonderful feeling out. 
Panting, Guy withdrew from you, but he stopped for a second and looked at you. “I love you,” he whispered. “I have since we first met.”
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You left Guy’s chamber shortly afterwards, grinning to yourself as you walked down the stone corridor. And for the rest of the day, you felt your concentration on anything but Guy completely dissolve away. All you could imagine was his lips on yours, the sensations of him inside you, the orgasm bursting between your legs, and then him telling you he loved you. 
By the time you had gotten home, after your day at the market, selling bread and fruit, you dropped down at your table. You noticed something under your door, an envelope. 
Inside the envelope you found a piece of parchment, and a paragraph of writing in black ink. 
I shall come and see you tonight, in high hopes that we may know each other even better, possibly under the stars. Do not indulge in dinner, for I shall have a surprise. I eagerly await to be in your presence once more. G.  
That grin you had sported all afternoon came back even stronger. Everything you had wanted, ever imagined was coming true. 
***
Guy was true to his word and came for you once dusk had cloaked the city. As soon as you opened the door, you felt your whole being elate. He dashed inside, kicking the door shut behind him, and took you in his arms. 
After your initial love making over the table, you held Guy to your chest for a moment and kissed his hair. 
He had never been so content as this and felt as if he could happily fall asleep. 
There still seemed to be something left unsaid; you sensed it as he lay against you. “Guy?”
“Mhmmm?”
“Are you alright?” 
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, looking up at you quizzically.
“I just feel like there’s something you’re not saying. I might be wrong…” 
Guy sighed and kissed you again, then shifted himself away from you. “My heart has deceived me many times in my life, and I’m terrified that it will again.” 
“Do you not trust me?” you asked. 
Guy turned his upper body away from you. “It is myself that I don’t trust. When will the day come that I find myself doing something that you cannot forgive? No one in Nottingham knows me like you do; I’ve been hateful to them all. How can you even love a monster like me? I keep wanting to ask for your hand in marriage…” 
“Yes,” you replied without hesitation. “My hand is yours.” 
“Y…you….”
“Yes. My answer is yes. I love you despite the things you’ve done. I love you for everything that you are, because I know those bad things you’ve done aren’t really you. Let’s leave Nottingham. Start again in a new life. Get married and have a family where no one knows us.” 
Guy swallowed hard and looked down. 
“Guy?”
“Everything I know is here. I have position to look after you and provide.” 
“But you can’t continue working for the Sheriff, Guy. He’s the one who makes you do these awful things. Come with me; leave with me…” 
“I can’t. Without the Sheriff I can’t provide for you.” 
“I don’t care about that,” you exclaimed. You took his hand and laced your fingers between his. “I want you, and I want you to be the good man that I know you can be. And that means walking away from the Sheriff. I know too well how we all feel we rely on him. My father works for him, but you can be so much more.” 
“You cannot expect me to leave everything I know and have worked hard for.” 
Guy’s gaze had grown cold, and you knew then that you could not watch him fall even lower into the pit of atrocity that Vaisey made him commit. 
“And I can’t watch you lose yourself in evil. I love you too much for that. You cannot be a good man while working for him.”
“So you are giving me an ultimatum?”
You sighed. “You are making this sound worse…” 
“No, that is what it is. I have to choose between you and the Sheriff.” 
“I would have thought it would have been an easy choice to make. Obviously you do not love me as much as I thought you did.” 
“Do not assume my love for you,” Guy shouted. “You are playing games with me, just like Marian always did.” 
“Never associate me with her, Guy. I am nothing like her, and you know that. I think it better if you leave.”  
***
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corrodedseraphine · 1 year
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playlist | #3 someone to you
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pairing: eddie munson x henderson!reader
summary: Just when you thought the boy you were in love with all through high school was gone, he suddenly reappears as your little brother's friend. Fate has once again decided to join your paths, however, everything turns out to be a bit complicated. Will Eddie Munson's sudden return to your life bring with it even more changes?
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song that I used here: BANNERS - Someone To You
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"So what are we watching next?" you asked, laying down next to your boyfriend with a smile. For the first time in a very long time you managed to persuade him to spend the weekend just the two of you. First you went for a long walk, and then you offered to come back to your place and do a movie marathon. For a brief moment you thought that everything would return to normal however his behavior crossed everything out. He practically didn't speak at all, during the movie he embraced you with one hand and with the other he kept browsing through his phone. You tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment that was building up inside you.
"Actually... I have a better idea." He said, intertwining your hands.
"Sam is organizing a house party and invited us. Why don't we go?"
"I thought we were supposed to spend the evening alone..."
"Please, honey! Last time you were whining that we only go to the club all the time, this time we can change that!"
"Fine" you agreed rolling your eyes and reluctantly went to get ready.
Half an hour later you were sitting in Tom's friend's car. Unfortunately, you did not reciprocate their enthusiasm. Was one quiet weekend such a big deal? Is it really that your own boyfriend can't stand to be alone with you for more than three hours?
Music was blaring throughout the neighborhood, the source of which was a huge house with a pool. As you walked in you rubbed up against a crowd of drunk people who definitely didn't pay attention to whether anything was in their way. The music wasn't bad, which was a nice break from the weekly rumble of bass in the club. But you didn't feel like partying. You couldn't even bring yourself to pretend to have a good time. Your boyfriend, however, was the great opposite. He was immediately consumed by the party mood and, drinking drink after drink, every now and then he would disappear somewhere with his friends leaving you alone in the kitchen. You felt bad about not being able to force yourself to party. Once again you were given the title of a crab and bore. This time you didn't even try to find him in the crowd anymore. Resigned, you poured yourself a drink and went outside. In the corner of the garden was a small wooden bench on which you sat pulling out your phone.
"Sup?" you heard Robin's voice after a few beeps.
"Remember how I told you that I would finally be able to spend an evening alone with Tom?"
"Yes, but judging from the music I hear in the background I'm guessing it didn't work out."
"I am so done, Robin. One evening together, is it really that much?"
"You know very well it's not."
"Is spending time with me really that boring? Am I really that hopeless?"
As you continued your rant your voice reached Eddie who had just finished doing the deal. At first he thought it was all in his mind but after a while he noticed you on the bench. You were sitting wrapped in a cardigan, because the evening was not the warmest. Listening to your conversation, he wondered how anyone could not want to spend time with you. He, personally, really wanted to spend more of it with you, so when you hung up he moved in your direction.
"Can I join?" At first you looked puzzled at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of you, but when after a moment you realized who it was you immediately beamed.
"Sure," you replied shifting. "I didn't know you were a fan of parties," you said.
 "I treat them more like a job." he replied leaning back and directed his gaze to the sky.
"Oh right, I forgot about your little business." You said mimicking his movements. "I wonder how my mother would react if she found out that her favorite friend of my little brother is a dealer," you laughed lightly.
"I hope you won't destroy my impeccable reputation in her eyes."
 "I wouldn't dare," you said poking him on the shoulder.
"Why aren't you inside?" he asked, fixing his eyes on you. There wasn't much light around you, but it was bright enough for him to notice how serious your face was getting.
"I'm not fond of crowds." You shrugged your shoulders. "My boyfriend feels like a fish in water here, but I don't really." My boyfriend. The words appeared in Eddie's mind as a big red sign reminding him to slow down, but when he was close to you he couldn't resist the feeling that he wanted more. He wanted more conversations with you, more meetings, more of you in his life. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't get you out of his brain.
"Can't you just go home?" he asked. He had to say something because he didn't want an awkward silence to fall between you.
"Unfortunately, no matter how much I wanted to, nothing would convince him to leave. We came here with his friend, so I'm kind of grounded because the nearest bus stop is over an hour away." You sighed. "Besides, if I get home too early Mom and Dustin will flood me with questions, and I don't think I'm in the mood for an interrogation." With every word you said, an idea was forming in Eddie's head. He quickly weighed all the pros and cons. That for the sake of your relationship, he shouldn't do it however, the vision of a chance to spend an evening with you clouded his entire outlook.
"Do you want to come with me? I was going to get pizza on the way home and watch something. I could use some company." His heart pounded like a hammer as he looked at your thoughtful face. You didn't expect such a offer. After a moment's hesitation, you agreed. You knew that you would have more fun in the company of a metalhead than sitting alone. You felt strange, as if you were doing something wrong, but was it really that bad? You also had the right to do something that would make you have a nice time. Something that you wouldn't find tiring to do.
"Give me five minutes okay? I'll try to find Tom to tell him I'm leaving."
"I parked in front of the house, I'll wait by the car."
It was the longest five minutes of his life. He didn't take his eyes off the door each time hoping that it would be you who would come out of it. The longer you were gone, the more doubts crept into his mind. What if you don't come at all? He wouldn't be surprised if you preferred to stay here with your boyfriend. All in all, that would be the most appropriate way out of the situation. Then he finally noticed you. From the expression on your face and your movements he deduced that you must have been angry. He was prepared for you to say you were staying and didn't want to go anywhere with him, but you passed him without a word, opened the car door and sat down in the passenger seat. Still shocked, the boy followed your lead and got into the car. He didn't know exactly what kind of music you like to listen to, so he decided it was safest to turn on the radio instead of one of his CDs.
"You okay?" he asked. "If you don't want to do it, say so, I won't be offended..."
"No Eddie, believe me I'll have a much better time with you than at this stupid party, just..."
"It's about your boyfriend?" the last word didn't want to pass his lips.
"He didn't even care that I was going out without him. He was so absorbed in the fun there that he didn't even care how I was going to get home. He just waved his hand." 
"I'm sorry y/n..." The sadness in your eyes made him desire nothing more than to hug you. But he didn't know if you wanted that either. It was obvious that he didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable so with all the resources of his strong will he held back.
"I wonder if he would care if I disappeared without a word. How long do you think it would have taken him to notice that I was gone? I'm betting it wouldn't be until near the end when it came time to go home."
I would have noticed right away. He thought. "Definitely not," he said instead, wanting to comfort you. You sent him a sad smile as he started the engine.
The road passed in a pleasant atmosphere, you recalled the old days of high school, and Eddie tried to make you laugh by attempting to recreate his parodies of teachers that always distracted you during class. Your laughter was addictive. Once he heard it he immediately wanted more, so it powered him to keep going. That way when you arrived at the pizzeria in your mind there was not a trace of sad thoughts related to your boyfriend. Eddie went to order the food when you started looking around the vehicle. At first glance it was obvious that it had been through a lot. Your attention was drawn to the keys he had left in the ignition. Hanging by them were two key rings, one in the shape of a W and the other in the shape of a dragon, which seemed familiar. You were turning them in your fingers when the door opened.
"We have to wait twenty minutes." He said, sitting down in the seat. "Did you find something interesting?"
"Oh- sorry. I just feel like I've seen a dragon like this somewhere before." replied thoughtfully taking your hand.
"You don't have to apologize, it's nothing bad." He smiled handing you the keys. You were silently looking at the object when another song began to play from the radio. 
I don't wanna die or fade away I just wanna be someone I just wanna be someone
"I love this song!" you said enthusiastically. "Can you turn up the volume a little?" you asked.
"Sure." he replied.
Dive and disappear without a trace I just wanna be someone Well, doesn't everyone? And if you feel the great dividing I wanna be the one you're guiding 'Cause I believe that you could lead the way
Your attention was once again focused on the keychains, and Eddie's on you. With your foot you tapped out the rhythm of the song quietly singing its words. The neon lights of the restaurant fell on your face and reflected in your eyes making you look even more mesmerizing than usual.
I just wanna be somebody to someone I wanna be somebody to someone I never had nobody and no road home I wanna be somebody to someone
And if the sun starts setting, the sky goes cold Then if the clouds get heavy and start to fall I really need somebody to call my own I wanna be somebody to someone Someone to you
Eddie indeed wanted to be someone. Someone for you. He was more and more sure of that with every encounter with you. He didn't know what to think about all this. He had never been able to imagine someone like you together with him. You seemed out of reach. When he imagined his other half it was always someone like him, an outcast. He let his imagination flow further and painted a "more metal" version of you. Instead of a pink cardigan, you would be wearing a heavy leather jacket, and on your feet would be glans instead of black converse. The makeup would definitely be stronger. Your skinny jeans already had holes in them, so that wouldn't change, and instead of a plain white T-shirt you would have one with the logo of one of his favorite bands. He damn well liked this version of you, but he couldn't stick to it for too long. He admitted to himself that you were beautiful just the way you were. Never in his life did he expect that suddenly imagining such a sweetheart like you by his side would be so easy. What is more, under any other circumstances, if he heard this song, or any of its kind, he would have immediately turned it off. He wouldn't even give it a chance. You managed to do the impossible. In that moment in the parking lot in front of the pizzeria, you made Eddie Munson, the biggest metalhead in Hawkins, start to like the music that used to be like a red rag to a bull.
I don't even need to change the world I'll make the moon shine just for your view I'll make the starlight circle the room And if you feel like night is falling I wanna be the one you're calling 'Cause I believe that you could lead the way
"I remember!" you exclaimed.
"What?" he asked snapped out of his trance.
"I know from where I remember it! It's the same as in the drawing you gave me!"
"Oh." That was all he could manage at that moment.
"You all right?" you asked worriedly seeing the look on his face.
"Yes, I just didn't think you would remember."
"Of course I do!" you turned toward him. "Can I tell you a secret?"
"Shoot."
"I still have them all. All the drawings from you. The only memory I have left of high school."
The kingdom come, the rise, the fall The setting sun above it all I just wanna be somebody to you
This fact made his heart melt. He had no idea that they were important enough for you to keep. Honestly, he was convinced that you were throwing them in the trash the same day you got them.
"I figured out the dragon's secrets. And what's with the W? Is that the first letter of your girlfriend's name?" you asked, but after a while you felt strange at the thought that Eddie could be in a relationship. With someone other than you. You pushed that thought away from you as far as possible at the speed of light. You weren't allowed to think like that.
"Well." he said and fell silent for a moment as if he had to collect his thoughts. For a moment you were afraid that the question was too personal, that you had overstepped your bounds, but just as you were about to apologize he began to speak further. "W as Wendy, which is my mom's name, and Wayne, which is her brother's name, who took care of me after she died when my dad went to jail." As he said this he looked ahead. He didn't have you as a person to judge, however, he didn't dare check it out.
"I'm so sorry, Eddie." you said. "Are you still drawing?" you asked, wanting to change the subject.
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"Welcome to my humble kingdom." he said, opening the door and letting you in first.
"What a beautiful place." you replied looking around. "Cool... collection of mugs and hats."
"Oh, these are my uncle's. He's obsessed with them, every time he's in some new place he has to bring back at least one mug and cap from it." As he prepared the small table standing by the couch opposite the TV for your dinner he told you the most interesting stories related to Wayne's beloved items. When everything was ready you sat down on the couch, where you started eating in silence and watching some of the first better comedy Eddie found on Netfix. You didn't mind his choice; in addition to the jokes appearing in the movie, Eddie didn't spare his comments, which often ended up almost crying from laughter. It had been a very long time since you had the opportunity to watch a movie with someone and actually enjoy it.
As the movie came to an end Munson began looking for another excuse to keep you in his apartment a while longer. Preferably, he wished the evening would never end.
"Wanna help me with something?" he asked when the closing credits appeared on the screen.
"Sure." you replied. He got up from the couch and gestured for you to follow him. Then you were in his room, whose walls were covered with posters of various bands. On a small desk next to a laptop were piles of sheets of paper with notes and sketches about DnD. Next to the desk was a large amplifier next to which stood an acoustic guitar with "This machine slays dragons" written on it. On one of the walls was a mirror on which hung another guitar, this time an electric one. The interior was perfect for a metalhead. Despite the slight mess that reigned here, it was very cozy.
"You know you can sit down, right?" he said with a smile. "I promise you won't find any dead bodies in there."
"I was betting I'd find a corpse in your closet." You replied teasingly and sat down comfortably on the bed. The mattress was a bit firm but you could feel the already lounged place in it.
"You saw through me!" he exclaimed dramatically. "Back to the subject. Did you know I'm in a band?"
"Of course I do. Corroded Coffin, every Thursday at the Hideout. I've seen you guys a few times, you are really great."
"Wow, I didn't expect that. I didn't think you liked that kind of music."
"Uh- I try not to limit myself." Feeling slightly ashamed, you bit your tongue to avoid telling the real reason why you were appearing at these performances. What better opportunity could there be to stare shamelessly at your crush than his performance on stage? Besides, you really liked their music. You were able to sing some of the songs from memory despite the fact that you hadn't been to their concert in two years.
"Finally, someone noticed our YouTube channel and we were invited to a music festival that will be held at the end of the summer." He explained handing you a leaflet. "Unfortunately we were given a few conditions, one of which is that we have to play something more than metal. They explain that they want us to reach a larger audience. Maybe you could help me find some songs that wouldn't ruin Corroded Coffin's image, but would also appeal to people who aren't into metal? Something that would bring it all together."
"And I already thought I could convince you to do a cover of some Harry Styles' song." you said pretending to be disappointed. Seeing Eddie's surprised and confused face you burst out laughing. "I'm kidding! I wouldn't do that to you."
Eddie breathed a sigh of relief and, smiling, sat down next to you holding a piece of paper and a pen in his hand. The two of you pulled out your phones and started browsing through your playlists.
"How about Green Day?" you asked. "Stray Heart, Know Your Enemy..." you listed.
"Sounds good." he replied. "Will you write it down?"
Without a word you grabbed a pen and carefully wrote down the number one position. All too neatly, even. Why did you care that he thought your handwriting was pretty? That's stupid.
Time passed and you felt more and more comfortable, so after a while you were lying next to him on your stomach instead of sitting.
"This?" you asked, slipping him your phone.
"Scorpions? You're full of surprises, Henderson." you shrugged your shoulders in response and began to look further.
"I think Van Halen also have some songs that will suit you, oh! Nothin' But a Good Time by Poison will definitely highlight your crazy image."
"Let me understand something..." he scolded you suddenly turning his head toward you. "How is it possible that you are able to sing all of Ed Sheeran's songs from memory and then immediately do the same with the entire AC/DC discography?" Seeing a grimace of uncertainty when you heard these words he continued on. "I'm not saying it's a bad thing! I'm just surprised."
"Um- My dad was a big fan of this type of music, I was raised with it, Dustin too. He used to ridiculously put up with the sight of One Direction posters hanging around my room." You laughed at this memory. "Despite how much I like pop I never stopped listening to what filled our entire house throughout my childhood. Especially after his death. I'll never forget how I sat locked in my room listening to Metallica for a whole week. I guess I wanted to feel like he was still with us."
"Sorry, I didn't know." Before you had time to react his large hand was covering yours. It was warm. His touch caused a pleasant feeling, so you silently allowed it to be there a little longer than it should have been.
"It's fine." you said finally. "I like that moment when I'm listening to my playlist on shuffle and suddenly after Whiskey in the Jar some song from Disney movie comes on." you laughed lightly.
"I'm able to believe it, the Disney soundtrack definitely suits you."
You searched for a few more songs, so that in the end the list was very long and at the next rehearsal the guys will choose the best ones together. Eddie drove you home thanking you for an enjoyable evening. However, it was you who should be thanking him for the first pleasantly spent weekend in a long time. Throughout the evening you didn't think about Tom, however, in the privacy of your room sadness caught up with you. You went on his Instagram, where you saw videos from the house party. He had a much better time without you, God knows what happened after you left. Therefore, the fact that you were feeling guilty about spending the evening with Eddie made you even more upset. Despite the fact that you theoretically did nothing wrong, something in the back of your mind told you that you enjoyed your time with your brother's older friend a little more than you should have.
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Cold-Blooded
Vampires are cold-blooded. 
It’s an academic observation in southern California. 
It’s far more real in Appalachian Tennessee. Sierra is feeling the chill herself. It’s not below freezing, but there was definitely some drifting snow in the air when she woke up this evening, and her breath is making faint foggy clouds. She’s keeping her hands in her sweatshirt pocket, and the tip of her nose is tingling.
Shay has been quiet for a while now. Sierra had thought maybe it was just his usual quiet unless he has something to say thing, but now she’s worried. Vampires don’t self regulate their body temperature in any way, and loss of proper circulation can send them into a torpor state not unlike cold-blooded animals.
“Shay, you alright?”
“Do I look alright?” There’s no chattering teeth or tremor in his voice, just snark.
Sierra scoots a little closer to him on the log anyway, adjusting the blanket spread over their legs, then looks up at the sky. “Where did you say the meteor shower is gonna be, Pete?”
Pete looks perfectly comfortable in a quilted flannel jacket and fingerless gloves. Sierra kind of wants to punch him. Totally unfair. “A little to the northwest.” He pushes up his sleeve to check his watch. “In about twenty minutes.”
“Twenty minutes?” Shay asks. “Seriously?”
“We got up here a lot faster than I thought we would,” Pete says. “Someone cleared the trails out. A few years ago I was climbing over fallen trees and having to go around branches.”
“So your idea of a fun-filled night is drag your best friends through a potential obstacle course?” Sierra asks.
“You’re the one who said seeing the meteor shower would be cool.”
“It is cool. Literally.” Sierra rubs her arms. “Should we maybe start a fire or something?”
“If we do, it’ll make it harder to see anything up there,” Pete says. “We can light one for a bit and then put it out, though.”
“That sounds like a great idea to me,” Sierra says. “Shay, how do you feel about a fire?” Vampires aren’t fond of cold temperatures, but they’re also very averse to fire. Uncle John has apparently endless stories of how Robin has pissed Emma off with minor (controlled, or at least so he claims) arson. 
There’s no response. Sierra turns to Shay to see him slumped forward, head resting on his chest, lips bluer and skin paler than even his normal. 
Idiot. He wouldn’t have been shivering or had chattering teeth, because those are the responses of something warm-blooded trying to regulate itself. 
He may not have realized how bad things were getting, himself. Sierra thinks he would have told her if he did. He’s usually pretty good about being honest about an issue, unless it’s going to involve him needing real blood. 
This won’t. But he’s still a new vamp and this is his first time in colder weather. He’s used to human indicators of hypothermia, and probably didn’t recognize the vampire ones as anything other than discomfort.
“Pete, we are gonna need that fire.” She nods to Shay. “Because I do not want to try and carry him back down that trail.” Having him as virtual deadweight in flat desert was bad enough. 
“If we can get him warm he should be fine,” Pete says, digging some matches out of his jacket pocket and picking up a handful of twigs and fallen leaves. “He’s basically going into hibernation because of the temperatures.” 
It’s certainly not the worst off Sierra’s ever seen Shay, but that doesn’t mean it’s good. It’s more easily fixed than open wounds or blood loss or exposure to silver, but given that vampires can’t help their own bodies warm back to a functional temperature, Sierra and Pete are going to have to do all the work.
She slides her jacket off her arms, pulling Shay into a clumsy hug and slipping her hands under his shirt to wrap around his back. His skin is like ice. She shivers from the contact.
Pete takes a moment away from the tiny flickers of his fire to drape the blanket around the two of them like a miniature tent. The wool is scratchy against Sierra’s cheek, but it traps her warmth between herself and Shay, and she feels him shift against her. 
She curls into him, watching the firelight flicker on his features, bringing out the color again. The reddish glow makes him almost look human again. It’s honestly a strange sight. 
She isn’t sure what she would have thought of him if they’d met while he was still human.
The only Shay she knows is the vampire.
And she likes the person she knows.
He blinks lazily, and the fire’s light brings out the flecks of gold ringing the center of his irises. 
“Welcome back,” she says, laughing out a huff of relief.
“Wh…” He sounds groggy, dazed.
“We let you get too cold. We’re just going to get you warm and then go home,” she says. 
Pete sits down on the log next to them, re-adjusting the blanket so it now wraps (almost) around all three of them. Sierra shudders at the momentary gust of chilly wind, then leans into Pete’s warmth. The fire is crackling cheerfully, several crossed logs forming a solid base that smolders determinedly. There’s only a low red light now, but it’s reliable, steady and warm.
“Hey, look.” Pete detaches one arm from the cocoon of warmth to point upward.
Sure enough, a scatter of pinpoint lights is making their way to earth.
Sierra watches them, burning so bright until they go out, and settles a little closer into the bodies surrounding her. 
Falling stars only last for a few moments. But the best of them never go down alone.
Everything, even going down in flames, is better done together.
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repentarium · 1 year
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the truth is i've been dreaming of this tired, tranquil place tag 13/??
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By the time Steve gets back to the table with fresh beers, the conversation has moved on to talking about puppets and elves, some movie, he thinks, Steve is content to fully zone out and stand next to where Eddie is gesticulating and laughing. His earring and his rings and his eyes are reflecting the party lights; he’s lost his fangs at some point, and Steve hopes he hasn’t swallowed them. Beetlejuice left a while ago to get another drink, but he’s been gone long enough he may have gotten lost along the way. 
A large group of people have made their way upstairs to the bar, so it’s not quite as quiet anymore, and the people pressing together tightly means Steve is leaning onto the high table and pressed against Eddie’s side. The stool he’s perched on has Eddie a little taller, but their shoulders bump together when he flails and stretches. 
Steve hasn’t been this drunk in a while; maybe the last time was at a house party or something, and being drunk at those is a very different feeling from being drunk now, a little too hot but comfortable and just kind of existing , watching and hearing and feeling and breathing.
As he nears the end of this last beer, he’s by no means trashed, but it's so easy to lean into the buzz and lean into Eddie, who is warm and familiar and maybe his favorite person, who throws his arm around Steve's shoulders and gives him a little squeeze as he talks to his friend with the KISS makeup on. His long fingers are splayed across Steve's upper arm, and he feels safe. 
So he leans, hard, and nearly falls hard, and blinks hard up at Eddie, who is talking animatedly to KISS Guy, and the lights are on some kind of flashy tear that hurts his eyes, and his own clothes are so itchy but Eddie looks incredible and his eyes are friendly and sparkly and his hair looks so soft and all at once right away Steve feels physically electrified because those thoughts? They aren't exactly heterosexual. They're perhaps a little fruity, thinking about how soft Eddie looks, how his hair would be so soft under his hands and probably his cheeks would also be soft and hell so would his lips, soft like friends yeah but maybe soft like more than that. 
Definitely not straight thoughts. He has to clear his throat and take a drink because his mouth is so dry suddenly.
Eddie's friend leaves, gesturing that he's gonna get a drink, and Eddie looks down at where Steve feels like he's melting against his side. Eddie’s eyes are still alive and twinkling and whole, and he must see something when he meets Steve's eye because he's pulling them away, away from the speakers to stand in the dark and relative quiet at the back of the room near the bathrooms, where that couple had been earlier.
'You okay there darlin'?' Eddie's not terribly drunk either; he's been matching Steve all night and he holds his liquor a little better these days (since King Steve's overthrow), but his voice is soft and slow like molasses and Steve can hear just a little of the same kind of accent he could hear in Wayne's voice. 
He just nods and puts a hand on Eddie's arm, isn't sure how to put into words all the jumbling thoughts he's having, especially not the ones that are god he's so pretty and I think I might love him, that's what this feels like and I am going to kiss him, actually.  
See, Steve knows he's a fool, that he falls in love too fast and too hard and is overbearing, that his love is big like religion and it scares people away, scares him too. He knows that Eddie is his best friend, maybe even better than Robin, don't tell her, but he can't help it. It feels so normal and so nice to lean into him again in that moment, and he can't help but put his other hand on his cheek (soft, he was right, so soft just like he thought it'd be, and the hair his finger tips brush into at the nape of his neck? Also just as soft as he'd imagined, sure just now but actually maybe before too, not that he hadn't touched Eddie’s hair before but like this ? Even softer) and he feels absolutely delirious when Eddie swallows and kind of chuckles and says his name so quietly, more like just mouthing the sounds into a question than actually speaking them but Steve hears it all the same.
'Hey.' he says, feels his heart jackhammering somewhere up near his throat. 'I think. Um.’ He swallows, licks his lips. ‘I think I want to…' Steve leans in a little more, slowly so he doesn't frighten Eddie (or himself) and he feels puffs of air against his own lips for a brief moment, thinks maybe Eddie is also having some kind of revelation because when he pulls back a little to check he's looking back at him with just the largest eyes, like he's looking at god and not just the dethroned king of Hawkins High, and then they're kissing. 
It's soft, barely even touching, but it feels somehow like it's fixing something in Steve, like those fucking vines from the Upside Down are back again and they're in his chest but they're doing good things, like settling and stabling. Then Eddie pushes in just a little more, turns his own head and grabs at Steve so they can press in a little firmer, a little closer still, and it's like his foundation is shaken apart again, but instead of feeling unsure it feels right even in its borderline terror, like he can touch the ground again. Like this is what he was missing, like all the people he’s kissed so far weren't right because they were just leading up to this exact and perfect moment. 
They haven't done anything, not really, but Steve feels like he can't catch his breath so he pulls away to press his forehead against Eddie's and wonder and gasp along with him. 
'Eddie?' Steve doesn't know what to say or how to tell him all of the flooding and rushing emotions he's having, doesn't know how to put into words that this is it , what he's been looking for he thinks for his whole life, that this is important , that this is exactly why Eddie feels like home to him because he is. And yeah he’s been coming up on this realization for a while now, slowly and stupidly, but goddamn if it doesn’t just fit .
Eddie pulls farther away in a startle as someone says something to him and he says 'actually we were just leaving' and grabs Steve's hand to pull him outside. 
It's chilly outside now, not exactly cold, but when Eddie pulls him around the side of the building and presses his back up against the brick Steve feels the bite of it through the thinness of his blouse and scrape against his skin and everything altogether makes him shiver until Eddie pushes back up against him, hot and present and where he belongs, presses a thigh just so against him and slots their mouths together again, licking a little dirty against his lips so now their mouths are open and he can taste him, taste the cigarettes he only smokes when he drinks now and the shitty beer and further down the toothpaste that they share. 
He feels a bruise forming against his hip where some stupid something or other juts out from the wall, but it's like everything is fireworks behind his eyes anyway as Eddie tugs his fingers into his hair.
'You have no fucking idea…' Eddie is muttering practically into his mouth, then he’s shaking his head a little and kissing at Steve’s jaw in the process, and it all feels so much and it makes Steve make a filthy fucking noise that feels like it's coming from his actual soul but he doesn't have time to feel embarrassed because Eddie chases it with what sounds like a goddamned growl and then he's kissing him again. 
'We should… do you wanna go home?' Eddie pulls away to look at him again, mostly eager eyes in the dark but they’re kind of burning in a way that they talk about in songs and stories except this is real life.
At Steve's nod, he presses a 'yeah?' and a 'fuck.' into his throat where his shirt opens. 
Eddie presses his forehead against his shoulder for a minute, panting, and Steve lets his arms come up and circle around him, pets softly through his hair. It feels like they're both shaking, but maybe it's just Steve. It could be it's from the cold, but it feels like it's a lot more than that. 
Home isn't too far, but they take their time, hand in hand, and when Eddie pauses them to pull Steve into a dark corner or against a tree, it feels like just right and way too much and not enough all at the same time and it's positively dizzying but Steve would never dream of stopping, wants to keep going forever, wishes the walk home was miles long and hours of this. Laughing into each other's mouths, stumbling together where they don't want to be too far apart, accidentally catching each other's eye and blushing. 
The front door sticks a little, just like always, and when they get through it Steve presses Eddie against the wood of it and licks into his mouth, thinks 'actually this is perfect and not only am I good at this I would like to do this forever without stopping' and he just feels and basks in it all. When he pulls back to look at Eddie with his bright eyes and blown pupils, with his swollen and shining lips (he did that, that was because they were kissing and his looked the same, probably, god) he thinks he might cry. 
He's a little distracted though by Eddie, who shoves him away just so he can press him against the opposite wall again, one hand at his jaw and one hand at the skin of his hip, and Steve makes another terrible debauched noise because he's only human, and Eddie says 'you're so fucking responsive …' with what feels like a huge and delighted smile and something like awe as he's sliding Steve's vest off and kissing down his throat. He thought, before, that Eddie was feminine, but he’s not , he’s kissing Steve like no girl ever has and he’s tugging just a little at his hair and he feels a rough and intense and it’s fucking incredible.
Steve’s brain keeps shorting out. It's not the alcohol, it's that Eddie has lost his own jacket and is pressed up against him so close it's like they'll phase together, skin burning against skin in some small places he's so grateful for, but he wants more and it's like all of his disparate parts are catching up with themselves and his brain is getting back on track because he says 'fuck' very decisively and before he even realizes he's doing it he's shoving Eddie away so he can grab his hand again and pull him into his own bedroom. He lets go only to toss off his shirt and pants and grab at the hem of Eddie's shirt to get him to do the same. He grabs his hands again and pulls him into bed and under the covers and wraps their limbs together to keep kissing. 
'Stevie…' Eddie is rumbling as Steve presses kisses into the scars across his chest, and he feels it more than he hears it and hums into a tattoo on his shoulder in response. 'Stevie, babe, c'mere,' Eddie gets his hands against Steve's shoulders and pushes, lifts him up above him, and Steve gets to look down into Eddie's eyes from his position and it's like flames fully engulf him. It’s very distracting.
'Steve, we gotta. We need to chill, I think, take a breather.' He pats lightly at his shoulder, chuckles lowly at Steve’s very dignified whine.
Eddie doesn't sound sure of himself, at all, he sounds a little scared actually, and it makes Steve pull back the rest of the way, breathe 'are you okay?', press a thumb against Eddie's cheek where it's blushed red and superwarm.
Eddie nods and gulps some air, swallows, says 'Yeah, babe, we just. We should get some sleep?' His hands are rubbing calm little circles into Steve's arms, his back, and Steve nods back at him, falls back down so his chin digs lightly into Eddie's sternum.
They blink at each other, and Steve lets his breath regulate and match Eddie's as he calms, as they lay there together. 'Stay, though?' Steve whispers, and Eddie presses a kiss into his forehead.
'Of course , Stevie.'
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I just want to say that Selina is normally the Voice of Reason on my Rogues AUverse. Except when she is alone with Harley, Nightwing or Riddler. She will just go on with the most random bs.
Some things that actually happened:
[Harley and Selina]
- "Hey, Kitty, wanna go with me get foodie for my precious babies (the hyenas)." It ended with them stealing a tiger from the Gotham Zoo. Selina still has it. She called it Jasmine.
- "Bet'cha I can get to the Iceberg faster than ya." Somehow they raided the museum, created one of the biggest traffic jam's in Gotham's history, saved a child from a fire, mercilesly destroyed a toddler's animal ballom, ruined Jonathan Crane's quiet laundry day, entendered the sewers to help Two-Face recover his coin that was acdidentaly taken by Waylon and got to the Iceberg at the same time.
- "Harls, can you help me choose a good birthday present to Pam?" Almost destroyed Central City with a zombie fungus apocalipse, got banned from all Lex Corp buildings and from Illinois.
[Dick and Selina]
- Made a mockumentary hunting for Killer Croc together after some guy from Metropolis tried to make a real documentary about it. The thing was actually very nice to Waylon all things considered - the murder and the canibalism.
- Stoled another tigger from the Gotham Zoo. Dick forced Selina to call it Aladim because he shipped the two tiggers together.
- "Jasmine had cubs and they're the most adorable little babies. I'm thinking about giving one of them to your brother since his birthday is coming. What do you think?"
"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE A GENIUS! Damian is gonna love it!!"
Damian did love it. The fact Dick and Selina also rescued a three legged lion cub from traffic because it was unfair of Selina to be the only one giving Damian a cool present only made him happier. They are Sherazade and Captain Murder/Flufy. Bruce was not pleased.
- "Hey, kiddo, wanna prank the Bat?"
"Sure."
- When Dick was Robin Selina would fake kidnap him and take him to ice cream. She also did it with Jason, Duke and Steph. Tim, Cass and Damian did not react well to being fake kidnanpped so she lets them be.
- "Hey, maybe no one else will discover I'm Nightwing if I teach you the Grayson's quadruple somersault. It is very dangerous. Want to learn?"
"Why not?"
Dick created a new move. They were bullied by Tim.
- Got drunk and tried to convince Batman they were one another. It ended very quiickly. Dick was not going to flirt with his dad.
- Dick tried to fake throw up to show his disgust at Selina being lovey dovey with Bruce on the phone and somehow choke with his food and they ended in the ER.
- They also ended in the ER when Selina tried to teach pre teen Dick how to flirt after he asked her advice on his date with Kori. Somehow she got shot. Dick's date went great tho.
- Selina is the cool mom to Dick and their shennanigans are mostly on this fashion. Their shopping trips are legendary and they come back with the weirdest shit. They once gave Bruce a black feathered boa and bullied him until he used. They also gave Tim a pink leather jacket with spikes. Gave Jason the nerdiest sweater. Gave Cass a matching feathered boa. Gave Steph a purple version of the feathered boa that she actually loved. And gave Damian a green beanie with a red panda on top. Alfred got a golden tank top.
[Edward and Selina]
- Somehow got into American Got Talent as a Dacing Team and would have won if not by the producers recognizing them and thinking it was one of Riddler's famous TV Take Outs.
- "So the British Museum lended some rare itens for an exclusive exihibition for the Gotham Elite after LexCorp promissed they have the best security ever."
"Tell no more, Lina, let's steal some precious itens"
They actualy gave it back to the countries who should have them in the first place. Creating an international courtcase over if the itens having being stolen meant something when they shouldn't belong to the Museum to being with. The rest of the world won agains the UK after Selina and Ed lied about being abble to remotely bomb the British Museum if they didn't let the itens go and got banished from the country of England
- Webt to Englad exclusively because they were banned.
- "I'm bored."
"Not my problem"
"Wanna crash Jervis tea party?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
Usual conversation. More often than not Jervis isn't even having a tea party. But somehow they always end up crashing soemone's party.
- "Your friend is cute."
" You think? She invited me to go to a fancy restaurant meet her boyfriend. Wanna go? I bet she will like you more. "
"Why not?"
The boyfriend dies
- "Did you know that cats have over 100 vocal sounds while dogs only have about ten?"
"Did you called me at three a.m to tell me that?"
"I was bored. Wanna invade the observatory?"
"Fuck it. I'm already awake."
Somehow they stole Jonathan stolen horse. They gave it back to Jon tho.
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