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draemgal · 8 months

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friends | azriel

friends should sleep in other beds, friends shouldn’t touch me like you do.

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↳ hello darling! I have this idea, Az and reader have to share a bed for a mission and they are fine with it. The only problem is that reader has never shared a bed before so she doesn't know that she moves a lot and that she is affectionate haha so poor Az gets a couple of kicks and hugs haha something funny and cute :) oh! and they both have that hidden feeling for each other hehe

not proof-read because i’m lazy<3

the air of the inn was cold and the various sounds of the receptionist’s keys clacking and the inner circle’s laughter fell upon your tired ears. a long day of traveling and bickering did a number on your body, your hands barely able to keep a grip on your luggage.

“currently we have four beds available.” the receptionist reported to your high lord. rhyshand had sleep in his eyes but still managed to shake his head.

“i requested five rooms. surely you must be able to work something out, i am the high lord of the night court, after all.”

you rolled your eyes and held back the urge to fake barf at his poor attempt to use his power to get another bed.

“unless you want to march up there and kick someone out of their bed, you’re out of luck, ‘high lord.’” the receptionist smiled sweetly and gave him four separate keys. “before you pull the high lord card, make sure you’re in your own court.”

rhys smiled back and shrugged. “worth a shot, right?” he then turned and handed azriel, mor, and cassian a set of keys.

you rubbed your eyes and cleared the grogginess out of your voice before speaking. “so, rhys and feyre, cassian and mor, and me and azriel in separate rooms, right?”

cassian groaned and shook his head vigorously. “absolutely not. i’m getting my own room with my own bed tonight.”

you turn to mor with pleading eyes, but she smirked and shook her head. mor is the only one you have told about your crush on the shadowsinger. she gave you eyes that were saying “now is your chance.” to which you replied with eyes that begged to room with her.

“i call dibs.”

azriel quietly stared at the floor tiles. “i can sleep on the floor, if you want, y/n.”

you vigorously shook your head. “no, it’s okay. you have a big role to play in the mission tomorrow. you need rest.”

rhys nodded and wrapped his arm around the exhausted feyre and smiled. “now that’s sorted, see you lot tomorrow.”

the walk to the room was silent, only the sound of the key jingling filled the air. as soon as the door opened, you turned on the lamp beside the bed and dropped your luggage.

azriel snickered. “you’re sleeping in your day clothes?”

your muscles ached as the soft mattress enveloped your body. you mumbled a “yes” into the duvet and nuzzled your face deeper into the fabric.

it was quiet for a moment until azriel set his luggage down with a thud and sat down next to you, the bed creaking a bit. you could hear him unlacing his shoes and slipping them off. his silence to anyone else would be normal, but to you it was off.

begrudgingly, you fought the urge to drift off and sat up beside him, looking at his profile. gods, what a pretty man. his dark hair falling in swoops over his eyes due to the angle of his head. he sat still with his hands clasped.

“why didn’t you want to share a room with me? you asked everyone… everyone except me.”

it took a moment for his words to register but once they did you shook your head and grabbed his scarred hands in yours. “azriel…”

“what, y/n?” he looked to meet your eyes. through the dark bags and droopy lashes, you saw the need for reassurance.

“i can’t get into this right now, azriel.” you dropped his hands and stood up, reaching for your bag. he countered this by grabbing the bag from you and tossing it aside.

“it isn’t right, y/n. me and you are the closest out of everyone in the inner circle. it was embarrassing to see you actively avoid and beg to get out of sharing a bed with me.”

you huffed and went to grab your bag but when your fingers met his you stopped short. “you know that wasn’t my intention.”

“then tell me what was!”

you closed your eyes and inhaled. you weren’t ready to face the rejection you expected was coming. azriel was just a friend. it was easier this way, so you chose the ladder.

“i’ve never shared a bed before, okay? i don’t know how to do it. i take up space, i move too much, i snore, i’m miserable to sleep next to.”

it took a moment before azriel stone-cold face cracked into amusement, his lips taking up a smirk and his eyes squinting slightly. a laugh left his lips and your heart rate softened.

“are you serious? that’s it?”

sheepishly you nod and look down at your fingers. “can i please change now?”

he grabs your bag and sets it on to the bed before softly kissing the top of your head and ruffling your hair. “you can’t be that bad of a sleeping partner. you should see mor. that girl is a duvet hog if i’ve ever seen one.”

he made his way into the bathroom to give you space to change into your sleeping clothes. the air gave you goosebumps that peppered your skin and you shivered, pulling on a thin long sleeve and cursing yourself for not bringing warmer clothes. inns were always chilly, you knew this.

“az?” you shouted so he could hear you. “can i borrow a sweatshirt?”

“i told you to bring warmer clothes.” he sighed and knocked on the door to make sure you were decent before coming out and taking his off, throwing it in your direction. “here, i’m actually okay for right now.”

you snorted. “of course you are, you’re like a natural furnace.” you pulled the hoodie over you, taking a second to appreciate his scent and the way it felt on you.

“now that you’re done bullying me, can we please get to sleep?” he collapsed on the bed, his wings splaying comfortably beneath him. you nodded and awkwardly shuffled into bed beside him.

once again, silence. you focused in on the sound of his breaths and closed your eyes, snuggling deeper into the warmth of the covers. “is this okay?”

he laughed quietly and turned to face you. “i actually would prefer something a little more like this.” he whispered before moving closer to you and tucking you in his wing. “feel free to move as you please, i don’t get much sleep anyways.”

your heartbeat nervously. this all felt so… intimate. you had never been so close to someone, especially not someone you had a major crush on. soon, the anxiousness faded and you let sleep overwhelm you, losing awareness of your limbs as they somehow made their way around azriel and your head found it’s comfort on his chest.

“are you asleep?” he whispered, scared to welcome your touch as if you’d regain consciousness and move away. after seconds of no reply, he smiled and pressed his cheek against the top of your head, his hands rubbing comforting circles on your back.

right as he was about to drift off, your hand collided with his side and he jumped. he looked down, expecting you to be awake because you assaulted him like that, but your eyes were closed and soft, quiet snores poured out of your slightly parted lips. he smirked and held you tighter.

“goodnight, y/n.”

maybe one day he’d tell you his true feelings, but for tonight he had you. and to azriel that was enough.

#azriel x you #acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel imagine #azriel one shot #azriel supremacy #azriel fluff

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 5 months

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Do you have more of " Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot"? It's so good that I'd like to read more about it <3

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 10

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 2,963

You hitch a ride with the Twins.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, Dragons: Defenders of Berk, The Night and The Fury, unedited

“Okay, seriously, who’s going to watch the dragons?” Came the muffled voice of Hiccup from outside.

You shifted around, arms pulled tightly, together, rubbing against rough, frayed, grainy fabric, too busy trying to reorient yourself to pay any real attention. You were certain this was going to give you a rash.

You ignored the ruckus going on outside, a dragon attack or something, trying to shift so that you weren’t curled completely around, feet pressed against the knot holding your sack closed.

This wasn’t necessarily what you expected when the Thorston Twins said they had a job for you. You wished you had more time to react before they’d shoved you into the sack. At least enough time to ask for some air holes.

You puffed hot air against your hands, blinking roughly before, all of a sudden, you dropped. You winced as your shoulders met sand, tumbling onto the floor, tumbling out of the sack.

“Yeah, we knew you were going to make us do something stupid like this-”

You landed half on your back and stayed there, staring up at the sky for a good minute as you made an effort to blink away the vertigo.

“-That’s why we brought someone else to take my place.”

Then, you dug shaky hands into the ground, feeling sand catch under your nails with discomfort.

“Hey,” You heard the indignant voice of Ruffnut grumble, “What about me?”

“You snooze, you lose, sister.”

You pushed yourself up by your hands, making out the faces of Berk’s Dragon Riders by the dim light of their lanterns, and hoped with a vague suspicion that you hadn’t stumbled your way into another television episode.

“Hi,” You said, swiveling your head slowly in order to get a good view of all of the riders. For some reason, your eyes landed fixedly on Hiccup, who was very notably refusing to look you in the eye.

You furrowed your brows, wondering where the dragon was.

“Tuffnut,” Astrid reprimanded.

They all held simple box lanterns.

Hiccup had his shield, made of Gronckle Iron, on one arm. It reflected dim light, shining silver and white. Pristine, well taken care of and very, very new. And soon-to-be sullied, probably, too.

“Why doesn’t she stay behind and take care of the dragons?” Fishlegs suggested, “Or-or she could take my place instead.”

Their dragons convened behind them. Toothless snuffled at Stormfly as Barf tried to nip at him from behind. His scales were chipped and a dull green and turquoise. He’d probably need a wash soon.

“We’ve already been over this, Fishlegs.” Hiccup suggested, turning and squinting at him.

You shrugged and turned your eyes to the coast, listening to the sound of claws digging into sand and boots kicking it up. You kept a careful eye on cooling glass, sand red and melted into a small crater, and made a point to stay carefully positioned away from it.

You wondered how difficult it would be to swim back to Berk on your own. Not that you wanted to, anyhow.

“Do you know how to take care of the dragons?” Astrid asked, “We can’t just fly back now.”

“No idea,” You said, just as Tuffnut suggested that they did. Besides that one time during Snoggletog with Hiccup, you weren’t sure you’d ever ridden a one.

“See?” Fishlegs protested, as they quickly fell into chaos, “I didn’t want to do the exercise much anyways.”

“Well, she-she could always come with me?” Hiccup suggested uneasily, as you dug the toes of your boots into the sand, scooting back slightly as the tides swelled, “I could fly her back and meet up with you guys after you finish the exercise. Or I could go and try to find her a dragon. To fly back on.”

You hoped not. That seemed like a lot of responsibility.

“Dude.”

You sighed, completely disconnected as you stared off at the horizon line. The sea was eerily black this late at night. You wondered how things were doing back where you came from, and whether the ocean back in your world was just as cold.

“Hiccup. Really? Now isn’t the time for that.”

“She’s coming with me,” He said, tapping His prosthetic soundlessly into the sand, as if resisting the urge to shuffle.

“For what?” You asked finally, turning around as you pulled yourself from your musings.

“Do you ever wonder what goes on at the breeding ground when the dragons aren’t there? Is it just one big hunk of rock? Or do you think some of them stick around?” You walked alongside Hiccup, trying not to let your feet drag as you walked alongside him.

“Actually, I’m not sure.” Hiccup nodded shiftily, still not able to look you in the eye. His mouth opened and closed once or twice, as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it.

Your hands rubbed at your arms through your thin tunic as you very much wished you were back on Berk, in your bed. But your landlords had just started taking rent.

You wrinkled your nose, trying not to chatter your teeth.

“Do you want my, ah, coat?” Hiccup asked, eventually, before trying awkwardly to pull it off. It was a bit hard considering his hands were full, and so you held out your hand in an offer to hold the lantern.

“No, it’s okay. I mean I wouldn’t want to- take it from you. It’s cold. You can keep it. I can carry- oh.”

Hiccup had settled down his shield and pulled off his coat, offering it to you. You took it with unsure hands, your knuckle brushing gently across his fingertip.

“It’s fine, I have plenty more.” Hiccup said, picking up his shield. It looked like he was about to try and dust it off but thought better of it.

“Really?” You asked. You sniffed it suspiciously, feeling the fur in hand. It was a lot shorter than it had been before, nearly down to the leather and definitely singed in some parts, but it was still just as cozy.

“Well, no, but I was outgrowing it anyways.” Hiccup shrugged with false casualty, head facing away but his eyes looking back at you, just in his green tunic.

You couldn’t make out much else, especially not just by lamplight. He didn’t look like he was outgrowing it.

The fur was incredibly soft between your fingertips, though even without leaning your head in close you could smell the heavy scent of smoke and metal. Hiccup had probably left it in the forge overnight or something. You had heard the Chief complaining about it before.

“Wait, you mean you’re giving it to me? Like, giving it, giving it?” Hiccup flushed under the scrutiny. You decided to dial it back.

“Well yeah, the red-” He stammered.

“-Tunic. Right. Well, I promise I’ll return it to you after.”

“No, you won’t.” He insisted stubbornly, metaphorically digging his heels in. You wondered how neither he nor any of the other Vikings on Berk were ever cold at all.

“I will,” You stared stubbornly back, the two of you locked in a sort of staring contest until you saw Hiccup’s eyes focus on something behind you.

Mournfully, you broke eye contact, and turned to look behind you where, just over a ledge were the smoky beginnings of a fire.

“...Great.” Hiccup sighed, taking the first few steps around you.

You weren’t even sure how they got so far ahead of you two and had the time to put up a fire, but that was just as fine. As long as there was something warm.

“Oh, cool.” You said, tossing Hiccup’s coat back at him as you quickly sped your way out of his range, “A fire. Are we allowed to even have fires?”

“I don’t- you’d have to ask Astrid…”

“What happened to only dragons being able to find Dragon Island?” You mumbled to yourself drowsily, though you were sure you already knew the answer.

A lot of the smoke around the island had cleared since most of the dragons fled it, and it was a lot more accessible now that it didn’t have an armada of scales to defend it.

You wondered if coming back was at all traumatizing for the dragons. Honestly, you were surprised the island had any shrubbery at all, though you supposed that the Timberjacks might need it.

You wondered how the Berserkers discovered this island, if at all an island suddenly appearing from the mist was startling to them. Or if they were too unfamiliar with the area to notice or care. The island was in Hooligan Territory, after all.

You stood at the edge of the treeline as Dagur lifted Hiccup into the air, angrily recounting their last meeting on the island. You had a small dagger clutched in hand, though kept it vaguely out of view, waiting for either Hiccup to signal you, though he was currently enthusiastically shaking his head ‘no,’ or for Dagur to start acting just a little bit too deranged.

“And then you kicked me off!” Dagur grit out angrily, “Why are you here? Are you planning to steal my kill, again?”

Dagur ended the last bit slowly, holding out his sword, the tip of it pointing threateningly towards Hiccup.

“What am I doing here?” Hiccup asked nervously, and irritatedly, somehow, looking back and forth between you and Dagur.

You had to resist the urge to back away as your heart picked up speed.

You asked yourself what in the world had happened between the two the last time they were on Berk together; if this was supposed to happen.

You mouthed a nervous ‘What do I do?’ back at him as you took a hasty step past what looked to be the flayed skin of a Gronkle.

“You know what? I know exactly what you’re doing he-...” Dagur paused, following Hiccup's line of sight. His face scrunched up as if he had only just realized you were there. In all fairness, he probably had.

“You.”

You tried to pull your dagger- well, Hiccup’s, really- further behind you so that he wouldn’t see it, though you had very little hope as his eyes caught it, probably glinting back the light of the fire.

“Nothing! We’re doing nothing.” Hiccup said, laughing nervously and pushing Dagur’s sword down with his fingertips by the flat end as dread coiled in your gut.

“You…” Dagur began with a sneer, shoulders high. Then, suddenly, like the sky after a heavy rain, his face cleared, “You’re on a date!”

You let out a heavy sigh, which morphed into mildly hysterical laughter as the aggressive lines of his face smoothed itself out into a false, strained grim. Then you grimaced, certain you’d missed something in between then and the last time you encountered Dagur.

“A date?!” Hiccup asked, as you attempted to smother your confusion. You weren’t quite sure where he got that idea. You wondered next when his mood would flip.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you!” Dagur finished, opening his arms wide and taking the first steps forward into your direction, “I’m going to enjoy tearing the both of you apart!”

“I wish you had.” You grumbled sourly, very pointedly ignoring the last bit, afraid to poke the proverbial dragon.

You kept a safe distance from the swords and other various weaponry buried into the ground everywhere in sight around the campfire. You took a moment to stare wide-eyed at a skull, a Nadder, presumably, sticking out from a branch hanging over the clearing.

“A firecracker, that one.” The orange firelight flickered menacingly across Dagur’s face, whose eyes were narrowing again. You could see a vein on the corner of his forehead beating. You imagined it might be very easy for him to over take you with an axe, and even easier to hide your remains somewhere on the island.

“No, not really,” You mumbled, wincing, relaxing the hand holding the borrowed knife. You really did need to get one of your own.

“The two of you! Like two elements! Fire and,” Dagur looked over Hiccup, “Something else just as… Ferocious.”

You grimaced as he turned around, shifting away as best you could without being noticed.

“Fire isn’t an element.” You muttered under your breath as Hiccup shuffled his way uncomfortably back towards you. You wondered if it was too soon for you and Hiccup to leave and get the heck out of dodge.

Dagur laughed erratically, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Though, to be fair, you preferred this version of him a lot more to the version you met on Berk. He was much less aggressive this way. Or, at least, purposefully aggressive. Towards you.

“Huh?” Hiccup asked disconcertedly.

“Fire isn’t an element. It’s a reaction. I think,” You stared blankly at Dagur’s retreating back.

“So, what are you here for?” Hiccup asked Dagur as your shoulders bumped into each other. He pulled his dusty shield higher in front of you and further to his left to it covered some of you both as Dagur pulled up an especially wicked serrated blade from the dirt.

Scouring through your memories, you tried to look for something, anything to get you out of this situation. You glanced at Hiccup guiltily. You felt a little bad sometimes, for keeping all these future things to yourself. But you weren’t sure who would believe you, and it had been a whole year and you realized with alarm that you were beginning to lose a few things.

You tried not to think too much about it. The concept was frightening to say the least.

“The only thing worth being out for,” Dagur paused, “Dragon hunting.”

“What happened?” You asked under your breath, leaning sideways closer to Hiccup. You felt the tips of a tuft of his hair scratch the side of your face as you searched Dagur’s, loathe to look away as if it might tell you the answer.

You were half inclined to believe it was your little tussle back on Berk that caused it, but you were sure that wasn’t enough to inspire manslaughter, at least not to any sane mind.

“Oh, well, I said somethings, he said some things, a few words were exchanged-Most of which I probably should have kept to myself-” Hiccup mumbled hurriedly and ruefully back, speaking just above a whisper, “We really need to get out of here.”

“Tell me why I shouldn’t cut you down where you stand?” Dagur scowled, turning back to you.

You felt a bead of sweat slide down your neck, noting from the corner of your eye Hiccup forming the beginning of an answer.

“We’ve got somewhere else to be!” You grinned testily, answering before Hiccup could, “Supposed to meet up with, uh, the rest of our group. A large amount of people. Training exercise. Everyone knows about it, really.”

“What a coincidence. I didn’t come alone either. You’ll have fun explaining where you and your little friends are to my armada.” Dagur stalked up to the two of you, pulling weapons from the ground as he strode.

“Gods, what is it with you and your armada?” Hiccup exclaimed, gesturing with his shield.

As Dagur approached and Hiccup’s shield became less and less of an obstacle between the two of you, you took the opportunity to kick up between his legs, not at all taking the time to watch as Dagur folded over, voice wrought with anger, “Now, that was a little-”

Hiccup engaged his shield partially, dropping it hard so that he delivered a heavy blow to Dagur’s head, and dropped his lantern right by the fire, its metal skeleton bouncing against wood and stone.

Hiccup was smart, sometimes. More mechanically inclined than booksmart, at least outright. You found that to be one of the most intelligent decisions Hiccup ever made.

“Come on!” You began, just as Hiccup began shouting for Toothless.

Hiccup sprinted slightly ahead, collapsed shield in hand as he jumped fully onto Toothless’ saddle.

You followed with a nervous laugh, a skid and a kick of dirt as you stumbled, nearly tripping as you slung your leg over Toothless’ saddle and slid close to Hiccup’s back.

Hiccup was bent forward with the ghost of a fright and a shade of awkward confidence in his voice as he urged you forwards and Toothless into the sky.

Said dragon launched very soon after, making a quick effort to catch up to the rest of the Rider’s dragons, Dagur storming behind you across the clifftops.

You turned to look back quickly, bringing your hand up to Hiccup’s shoulder in an attempt to stay stable even as Toothless flew like a rocket, splitting through the air.

Your heart pounding, adrenaline doing numbers. You felt Hiccup’s heart through his back, like some sort of war drum. You worried he might actually have a heart attack.

You felt his torso stiffening as you wrapped your arms around his middle, though he remained razor focused on the sky in front of him. On the gently curved horizon line in the distance.

Hiccup’s shoulders jumped under your hands as you moved your hands onto his shoulders. Quickly, you pressed up close to his back, so close your upper thighs were pressed to the back of Hiccup’s, in an effort to fight against the pushing wind, and brought your head over his shoulder, resisting the urge to bury your wind-bitten nose into the collar of your tunic.

Being in the sky gave you the perfect opportunity to say it. It was probably inappropriate timing, but as you found Dragon island becoming more and more of a speck in the distance, you found that you didn’t care.

“See? The Earth is round!”

#how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #toothless #fem reader #female reader

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theapangea · 11 months

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Hawkins High Confessions

Characters/Pairings: Steve Harrington x Reader, Billy Hargrove, Robin Buckley

Summary: You accidentally confess your feelings for Steve Harrington in front of the whole school.

Warnings: None, Embarrassment??

A/N: I really really like this fic so I hope you do too!!

Request me anything in my bio <3

Hawkins High.

Home of the Tigers.

The typical middle American high school, stuck in the suburbs, decaying away as the years continue to pass. The weather stained panel ceilings and worn outer bricks hold the next generation of citizens practically begging to not be there.

The bell blares through the speakers of the hallways and courtyard, signaling to all students the beginning of the 7 minute long passing duration to get to first period. Suddenly the school becomes overwhelmed with laughing, shouting, shuffling kids trying to move their way through the cramped, long hallways.

Eyes wandering along the dozens of passing faces that you’ve known for most of your life. You and Robin maneuver your way through the herd of students. Saying your goodbyes before parting ways, counting down the minutes until you can regroup again at lunch.

Strolling your way to the front office, taking up as much of the passing period as possible before your inevitable morning with the one, the only, Billy Hargrove. Your face contorting in disgust at the sheer thought of him.

Hawkins Morning Announcements was not your first choice for extracurriculars. You would have much preferred photography or theater or literally anything else besides having to do this silly little talk with Billy every morning. But you guessed this is what you get for getting caught smoking behind the bleachers. Though the punishment could be worse. The foul taste of Billy sitting by you every morning for 180 days out of the year makes you want to barf.

Well actually has made you barf. Beginning of the semester, right after he tried to kiss you, right into the principal's trash can. Not a pretty sight.

Walking through the open double doors into the front office area, minding your own as you observe your shoelace becoming loose.

And then it hit you.

Stumbling back, your textbooks suddenly falling all over the floor.

He hit you. Your mind racing at the abrupt collision.

“Shit, sorry.” The voice says, just audible enough not to be considered a whisper.

Regaining your balance as you follow his movement to the floor, piling the textbooks and loose papers. Racking a hand through his brown locks as he straightens up, handing you the collection of school supplies.

Steve Harrington hit you.

“Y/N, right?”

Steve Harrington is talking to you.

Nodding your head in affirmation to his question, eyes immediately darting away. You haven’t had much interaction with Steve other than giving him a pencil in math class when he forgets (which is almost every other week) or a quick smile while passing in the halls.

He shoves his hands into his front pockets, rocking back on his heels. His demeanor is friendly, his lips lifting up slightly in the corners. He wasn’t as cold as you had imagined. And oh did you imagine being this close to him often . “I’ve got to go.” He utters after a couple of silent moments, flashing another sweet smile before walking past you.

“Yeah.” You breathe as he is already gone.

Pathetic .

How pathetic can you really be is all you can think. To basically have Steve Harrington standing right in front of you and barely be able to speak a single word to him. Slumping your shoulders as you continue on the way to your final destination.

The chatter filling up the space as the room is full of middle-aged women attending to students and daily duties. Your mind is still floating as Steve Harrington swirls through your thoughts. Turning the handle of the door marked Announcement Studio , flicking the lights on in the enclosed room before placing the messy stack of books in your hands on the table where two microphones and a switchboard station sit on top.

Overhearing giggling coming from the front desk area, you stick your head out to investigate, only to see Billy Hargrove, in all of his unwanted glory, flirting with the office secretary. You really can’t believe these women fall for his act.

You watch as Billy winks to the secretary before walking your way, the light giggles still follow even after he is standing right in front of you. His walk is confident and maybe, just maybe, if you were completely drunk you would give him a chance. But sober you has full control now and doesn’t want anything to do with him.

He is irritating, persistent and overall probably the most annoying person you have ever met. And for some reason he seemed as if he enjoyed sitting in the cramped room with you every morning. Shoulder to shoulder for the first 10 mins of the school day.

Leaning against the door frame as he passes you. Walking closer than he should have been, pressing your back against the cold metal that seeps through your shirt. The heat radiating from his body, your noses almost touching

“You love me.” He whispers, his breath of pure cigarettes. His mouth pulled into his annoying signature smirk.

“Let’s just get this over with before I barf… again .” Your voice follows him into the room. Plopping into his designated seat while pulling your seat open for you. His arm finding its final resting place along the back.

“ Baby ,” the words falling so easily from his lips, “how about you just stop with this whole act of you not liking me and we go take a trip out to my car after this little party.” His pointer finger waving in the air as if he is trying to cast a spell on you. You smile and then laugh. Really having to hold in any amusement that you were having at Billy trying to make advances at you again .

Sitting down in the empty seat, prepping the switch board and microphones as the seconds grow closer to morning broadcast across the school.

“You’re killing me.” His head tilts back, the subtle whine in his tone as the word drags, echoing more in the small room. “Come on, you know you want me.” His fingers play with the ends of your hair that fall down your back.

“That’s definitely a negative.” You shake your hair, wiggling out of his grasp.

“Fine then who do you like?” He crosses his arms over his chest. Puffing that his usual tricks weren’t working on you.

You straighten up at his words, side eyeing as he watches, “None of your business.” You freeze for a moment, just a moment , hoping that it wasn’t long enough for him to tell.

Oh but he did . He can tell how anxious you got over the little question. Could tell how you swallowed abruptly, your brain going a hundred miles per hour trying to think of a good answer. Any answer to get him off of your case. Leaning forward, his head resting on his knuckles as his elbow rests on his knee. Studying your face. “Tommy Hagan.”

“What?”

“The guy you like, Tommy Hagan.” He sounds almost proud of himself.

You’re now looking directly at him. “ Ew , gross. No.”

“Patrick…” He stops to think for a moment, snapping his fingers hoping that will somehow make him remember, “Patrick Wright.” His pointer finger aimed in your direction.

“No.”

Then it was as if a light bulb had switched.

“Steve Harrington.”

“Ok we’re so not doing this.” You basically snap, fixing the pieces of paper with the announcement script in front of you.

“So you do like Harrington.” He laughs. Laughs . At you for liking Steve. How could he laugh? How could he not realize that before his sorry ass got to Hawkins that literally every girl would pay anything to sleep with Steve.

“I-never-said-that.” You say right away. Barely any breath between your words.

“You didn’t have too.” The melody of his words string your lies together.

“Shut up,” was all the comeback that you could think of.

Billy leans in close, “Just admit it.” Grabbing one of the microphones to plug it in. Adjusting it to side perfection by his mouth.

“I will not,” speaking through your teeth.

“Can’t say he’s my particular taste.”

“Well no one asked you, did they?” Rolling your eyes.

The bell blares again through the now empty hallways. The hundreds of students packed neatly within the closed classrooms.

Steve finds his normal seat in the back of the full class. Sliding into his desk as he lets his backpack hit the floor. His fingers lightly tap against the wooden desk as he glances at the clock.

Another dreaded Monday morning. His tired eyes fall heavily as the conversion between the two of you fades quickly. The chattering of the students falls silent as the intercom comes to life. The static filling the classroom before Billy’s voice plays throughout the school.

Billy: Good Morning Hawkins High. It looks like it’s going to be a great day in paradise. Please stand for the Pledge of Allegiance.

The class of students stand, lazily placing hands over their hearts as they all face the flag near the door. The groggy voices follow along to yours and Billy’s voices.

You and Billy: I pledge of Allegiance to the flag of the United States of America and to the republic for which it stands. One nation, under God, individual with liberty and justice for all.

You: You may now be seated.

The students shuffle back into their desk. The squeaking sound of the metal stoppers against the panel flooring sounding through the small room.

You: This is a very special week for Hawkins as the winter formal is just around the corner, do you know who you’re asking yet?

Billy: I sure know who I’m going to ask. Say, Y/N, any idea on who you’re going with.

You: I guess it’s still too far out to know yet, Billy.

Billy: I can surely think of someone who should ask you.

Kicking him instantly after his comment. The words shut up following just under your breath before you continue.

You: Principle Coleman wanted us to remind you all to remember to throw away all your trash in the yard after lunch.

You and Billy: Let’s keep this school clean!

Billy: We also want to give it up to the Tiger’s Basketball Team for a great game last Friday. Though we lost 3-7, it was still a great game.

You: I agree with Billy. Our Tigers are not ones to miss.

Billy: Especially a certain player.

The inaudible words of I am going to kill you towards Billy fall from your lips. The speakers hold the moment of silence as the hundreds of kids can hear some kind of commotion on the other end.

You: Well that’s all the news for today.

Billy: We hope you have a great day Hawkins High

You: I’m Y/N Y/L/N

Billy: And I’m Billy Hargrove,

You and Billy: Signing out. Go Tigers!

The static immediately disappears as the switch is turned off.

The teacher stands from his deck, chalk in hand as he begins to write on the board. The class settling in for another uneventful history lesson. This was definitely not going to help Steve stay awake.

But just as the words of some war were leaving the teacher’s mouth, the intercom comes to life. The static quickly fading as Billy’s voice fills the hallways and classrooms once again.

Billy: Ok, seriously just admit it.

Dozens of students are looking between each other trying to figure out what is going on.

You: Admit what?

Billy: That you like Steve Harrington and maybe I’ll leave you alone.

The class practically gasps in union as all students, including the teacher, turn to look at Steve in the back of the classroom. His face washes white, hues of soft red forming on his cheeks as he sinks lower into the plastic seat.

And as much as he was embarrassed by the whole interaction, he had to admit that he was a little bit curious. He hadn’t talked to you much in the past but he couldn’t say that he didn’t at least find you a little attractive.

You: I’m not going to admit anything if it isn’t true.

Billy: Baby, It’s just you and me here. No one's gonna know outside this room.

You: Ugh, fine.

There is a pause. The entire school on the edge of their seats as they wait for the next words to come out of your mouth

You: Yeah, I like Steve Harrington.

—

“Happy?” You question. Almost happy yourself to finally get that secret off of your chest, even if it was to someone you despise.

But before Billy could answer, the door frantically flies open to showcase a heaving Robin. Her face bright red, her body heaving from the loss of breath as she points towards the dashboard.

Following her pointer finger across the room to the small table where the dashboard sat. Realizing then that the small red light signaling that your microphones were on. The small red light signaling that the private conversation that you and Billy just had was broadcasted across the entire school.

The color in your face completely washing away at your realization that Steve just heard your confession.

“More than ecstatic.” Billy’s grin overcomes his face, his teasing laugh playing in your ears.

And all you could think about at this moment is Oh shit.

~~~

Part 2???? Let me know what you think!

#Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington fanfic #Billy Hargrove x reader #Stranger Things x reader #Reader insert #Stranger things #Robin Buckley #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington x fem #Hawkins High Confessions #Theapangea

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arkangel9 · 3 months

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maybe that fic i mentioned earlier

no one fed me so i scrapped something from the cupboard. Btw the mannar family are not class A bitches and whores in this(IM MAKING THIS HAPPY EVERYONE'S GOOD OK)(pls i fuckin hate raja mannar ) Varadha looks in the mirror and runs a hand through his hair. He had just finished packing the last of his stuff into the suitcase. A knock interrupts his thoughts. He strides over to open it and is greeted with his sister gracing his doorway

Akka? Why are you here. I thought you were away for business till next week.

You think I'd miss sending you off?. Besides I'll fly back tonight. You done packing?

Yes akka

Well then let's go down. Baachi and Rudra are waiting.

Varadha moves to grab both of his suitcases before Radha smacks away one of his hands.

You can destroy your back plenty in college.

He grins at his akka. They didn't have the best relationship when she was a teenage and him a child but he's proud to say time did them a favor and they all matured into a happy enough family.

Baachi is lying on the couch with his feet resting on Rudra's lap. Both are tapping away at screens. Radha clears her throat and their attention snaps to her. Rudra shoves off Baachi's feet to stand up and stretch. Baachi shoots him a glare before standing up himself.

Rudra moves to grab the suitcase in Varadha's hands(A.N literally barfing at imaging this bitch being nice but hey).

Anna I can manage

Rudra just tousles Varadha's hair before grabbing the suitcase and moving towards the car. He tosses the keys to Baachi to open the car's boot. After they've all settled in. Rudra takes the keys back and they set off

They are about to drop him off at the college which was a fair 10 hour drive away or in Mannar terms '7 arguments and an almost murder of Baachi' away. All of them exit and help Varadha to extricate his suitcases from the boot. They bid their goodbyes. Baachi threatens him to call everyday or he'll show up and break through his windows. Rudra is about to smack the kid when Radha's phone rings. She answers it before handing it to Varadha.

He wants to talk to you.

Varadha holds the phone to his ear. He and his dad weren't close as they were when he was a kid. The man was always away on business and the death of his mother created some distance between them

Dei. Study well and if you do get into trouble, call home first.

Appa why do you assume i'll get into trouble

Because you're my child and your brothers and sisters sibling

He chuckles at the assessment. Radha shoots him a weird look before going back to berating Baachi about leaning his dirty shoe against the car.

Dei Do well. I know you will.

Thanks Appa

He hands the phone back to Radha and gives all his siblings a hug once again before they leave. He follows the car with his eyes till it leaves his sight before letting out a sigh and hefting his bags. He makes his way to the dorms and stops at the reception to enquire about his quarters. He notices a young man with a guitar case slung over his back at the desk.The youth turns to face him and gives him a lazy smile before focusing his attention on the receptionist.

Varadha returns the smile and shuffles over to the receptionist and enquires about his rooms.

'Varadharaja Mannar right? Room 134. 3rd floor east end room.'

Varadha thanks the lady before making his way to the elevator. He prays to God that its working because climbing via steps to the 3rd floor with 2 bulging suitcases isnt practical. He'd fall and die probably

He pushes the button and mutters a prayer when it lights up. He heads into the elevator and is about to close it when the earlier youth rushes in. The youth looks sheepish and mutters an apology.Varadha smiles in return

Which floor are you on? Floor 3

Ah same as me

The two travel the rest of elevator ride in silence except for the weird jingly elevator music.Varadha steps out first dragging his suitcases and makes his way east. He can sense the youth trailing behind. Finally he reaches the last room. The room is not in a row like the others but at the end. He opens the room and wonders when his roommate will check in. He rolls his suitcases to a corner and sits down when the door opens. The youth from earlier is at the doorstep.

This is room 134 right?

Yep.

The youth gives a grin so wide Varadha's afraid his cheeks will break.

Well I guess you're my roommate then. Im Devaratha Raaiser. Deva for short

Varadha infected with the others cheeriness laughs before replying

Varadharaja Mannar. You can call me Varadha.

#salaar #varadharaja mannar #devaratha raisaar #prithviraj sukumaran #prabhas #kabir x khalid #varadeva

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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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chapter 3 of my big fic coming out on the 24th as a final little teaser for all my readers <3 :)

men and minors dni

Your first month at The Last Drop is spent healing. You spend a lot of time with Jinx, coloring and listening to her chatter. You spend a lot of time polishing glasses and watering down liquor bottles at the bar on off hours. You spend a lot of time alone, in the silent corners of the giant building that is Silco’s headquarters.

You become fast friends with Lock, the giant tattooed man. He’s got a killer sense of humor, and most of his job consists of looking tough outside of Silco’s office. So when you’ve got nothing better to do, you’ll go visit him to chat. You get to know the names of the rest of the crew too.

Theriam works behind the bar. He’s a cool guy so long as you don’t make a mess on the bar top. Ran-- or as you and Lock call them, Bangs-- is a savant with numbers, geometry, and angles. They’ve never lost a pool game, they’ve never made an incorrect mental calculation, they’ve never missed a target, and they have a photographic memory. They also love karaoke, a fact you and Lock were delighted to find out one late night after the three of you split a bottle of bourbon. Singed is Silco’s doctor and shimmer guy, always tinkering away in his lab, playing with his various creatures. Deckard spends most of his time with Singed acting as a human guinea pig, trying out variants of the drug. And Sevika.

You don’t know anything about Sevika. From time to time you see her walking out of Silco’s office, but you’ve never spoken. She’s quiet and gruff, and she avoids you like the plague. You think maybe she was really emotionally attached to the boots you barfed on or something.

You’re often put on what’s referred to amongst the crew as ‘Jinx duty.’ You seem to be the only one who can tolerate her besides Ran and Lock. She’s a cute kid-- if a little disturbed. You haven’t figured out the full story about how she ended up in Silco’s care, but you get the gist. Orphaned children aren’t as rare as they should be in Zaun. You take her quirks in stride, or at least you try to. She seems to like you, though, so that’s all that matters.

Silco’s headquarters are big enough to house the whole crew. Singed and Deckard stay in the basement where the lab is. Lock, Ran and Theriam have rooms on the ground floor, behind the bar. Silco and Jinx have their quarters on the second floor in the east wing, and you’ve been staying in the west. Your room is sparse. A mattress on the ground, a dresser and bookshelf opposite it. You’ve managed to buy yourself new clothes and a few books but besides that, the room is empty. The green stained glass that lines the far wall is your favorite feature. You love watching people wander in and out of the bar all night, love watching the citizens of Zaun live their lives from your perch. You’ve started pinning up some of Jinx’s drawings on your walls to liven up the space.

You don’t know where Sevika stays. You think maybe she has her own place.

Once you get the all clear from Singed that your ribs won’t puncture your lungs if you move too vigorously, you start getting daily assignments. You get to join the rest of the crew in Silco’s office each morning as he gives out commands. Most of your assignments are Jinx related. You’re starting to suspect you’ve been hired as a nanny. You aren’t complaining.

Today, you and Jinx spent the day practicing self defense skills. Silco was adamant that she practice once a week, much to her dismay. “I just don’t get why I have to learn fighting with my hands when I can fight with guns and stuff.” She’d said.

“Tell you what… You do all your practice without complaining and I’ll teach you how to properly hold a knife.” You said. She agreed eagerly. After her hand to hand practice, an oath that she wouldn’t snitch to Silco on you for giving her a knife, and some basic grip practice, Jinx got bored and decided she wanted to color in your room. You agreed with a shrug.

“Do you ever talk to dead people?” Jinx asks you suddenly. You look up from your drawing of a dinosaur.

“Not anymore.” You say with a shrug. She looks up at you.

“You used to?”

“When I was about your age, yeah.” You say. She hums.

“Who’d you talk to?” She asks. You gulp.

“Uh, my parents mostly. My baby brothers, sometimes.”

“You had brothers?”

“Yeah. They were twins.”

“Cool!” She says. “Twins are super freaky!” You laugh. “I wish I had a twin. You know they have telepathy?”

“I think that’s just a myth.”

“No way.” Jinx says. “They totally do.” She returns to her drawing, humming.

“Who do you talk to?”

“My brothers. Sometimes Vander.”

“‘S that your dad?”

“No, I don’t remember my parents.” Jinx says. Your heart breaks for the poor kid. She’s clearly been through a lot. “Look!” She says, holding her paper up for you to examine. Two stick figures are framed by a rainbow of squiggles.

“You and Silco?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice. I like your hair in this one.” You say, pointing to the blue spikes sprouting from picture-Jinx’s head. “Where’s the rest of the crew?” You ask. Jinx pulls her page back and scribbles away to squeeze in some more figures. You watch in amusement as she draws. Ten minutes later, she finishes, turning her drawing around for your inspection. You laugh at the additional figures she’s added.

You can identify Singed and Deckard by the purple squiggles on their skin. Ran’s bangs make them easy to spot. The figure holding a bottle is obviously Theriam, the one with a red splotch on her neck is you. You particularly admire Jinx’s choice to color Lock’s tattoos green. You point to a figure with horns. “Who’s that one?” You ask.

“Sevika, duh.” She says. You laugh.

“What’s with the horns?”

“She’s evil.” Jinx whispers to you. You chuckle.

“What makes you say that? Silco likes her.”

“She hates me. She’s mean. She calls me ‘booger brains.’” You snort. “It’s not funny!” Jinx screeches.

“Sorry, sorry.” You say. “You should show that one to Silco. He’s gonna wanna hang it up.” You say.

“You think!?” Jinx asks, excited. You nod. She launches to her feet and takes off. You laugh as her little footsteps fade away as she runs to the other side of the building.

You slowly push yourself off the ground to follow after Jinx, your sides aching. You shuffle out of your room and start down the hall. When you finally catch up to her, she’s already standing beside where Silco sits at his desk, shoving her drawing in his face. He’s enamored, pointing to various figures on the page and listening to Jinx’s explanation of who they were meant to be. You smile from outside the office at the sweet family scene. Behind you, someone scoffs.

You whip around. Sevika’s looming behind you, watching the pair with a grimace.

“Hi.” You say. Sevika’s eyes flick to you, then back to Silco and Jinx.

“We’ve got a meeting.” She gruffs out, not looking at you.

“Oh. Cool.” You say. She scoffs again.

“You stupid or something?” She asks. You freeze.

“Sorry?”

“Go do your job and get the brat to scram so we can get to our meeting!” Sevika says. You blink in shock.

“My--wha--you--” You start, trying to figure out where to even begin with a reply to her demand. “You do it!” You spit out. Sevika finally looks at you. “You’re his personal assistant, you’re the one who’s gotta keep him on schedule.” You say.

“I’m not his fucking personal assistant.” Sevika growls, taking a step toward you. “You’re fucking lucky you’re--”

“Sevika!” Silco calls out from his office. Sevika freezes, two inches from your face, her face in a scowl. “Come in, we have to go over these numbers before our meeting.” She growls, then turns, hip checking Jinx when she passes her. Jinx grunts and stumbles, then turns around to stick her tongue out at Sevika. Sevika flips her off.

“Did you see that?!” Jinx asks you, scandalized. Sevika rolls her eyes.

“Jinx, Sevika, please. Some civility.” Silco grumbles, massaging his temples.

“She pushed me!” Jinx exclaims.

“If I pushed you, you’d be flat on your tiny ass.” Sevika snaps. Silco rubs his temples.

“Come on Jinx. Let’s go see what kinda juice Theriam’s got on tap.” You say. Jinx slinks out of the room, and Sevika’s eyes flick to yours. She scowls at you.

“Is she always like that?” You ask Jinx as you lead her down the hall toward the stairs. Jinx lets out a long suffering sigh.

“Always.”

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#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika arcane #sevika x reader #sevika x you

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dykedalecooper · 1 year

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the tie between schlatt and pearl in the @mcytblrcringefail semifinals inspired. in true gay castle fashion. the crackship of schlearl. which is now my baby girl. i understand her like no one else does. with the help of assorted gay castle commentators and most especially @minecrois i bring to you. an unedited bullet point list mostly copy pasted from discord of my most central thoughts on schlearl. it's a truly awful name i love it so much

they're dating but they're not dating. they live together in a shitty third floor apartment. pearl started smoking different worse cigarettes so that schlatt wouldn't steal hers anymore. everyone hates that they're dating and none of pearl's friends know schlatt except as here weird asshole roommate boyfriend and they're always like "you know we would support you if you guys broke up you could always move in with us". like all of her friends are like "pearl come on move back in with us like pick a house and we'll make space for you we miss you you don't seem happy in your shitty apartment with your... boyfriend" and she's like. "no i am i really like living here" and no one really accepts it

there's totally a scene were like grian is like. "you SMOKE" and she's like. "uhm. yeah" and he's like "is this about him. is this why you smoke did he get you into it" and she's like "i have smoked on and off for like 5 years and i have known schlatt for like 3 how would he have "gotten me in" to smoking. also you literally have a dedicated weed smoking room in your house what are you trying to say to me"

people are like "oh well why don't you guys just break up you seem really miserable" and they turn in unison and go "well we're not miserable thank you very much. we quite like this actually. go away. why don't you tell that to etho and bdubs, hm? didn't someone throw a printer at someone there? hm?"

pearl works at a gas station but she takes the night shifts. schlatt works at a walmart but he wont let anyone know where he works

"no you don't get to know where i work that's between me and god" "and your employer" "and my employer" "what if it's an emergency" "idk work it out you don't get to know where i work" "WE LIVE TOGETHER how can you think i wont figure out somehow" "you won't though".

they barely see each other because they have opposite shifts. they yell at each other all the time and its really entertaining and enriching for both of them.

this is a pearl who gets to be mean, she gets to be dirty and gross and have fun. they're very 25 in a very real and normal way, sort of in contrast to the rest of the hermits and friends inhabiting this modern au, who are relatively well put together even in their dysfunction

pearl is like "well maybe if you let me decorate the apartment" and schlatt is like "the furniture provided is FINE we're NOT going to ikea" and she's like "i was going to go to flea markets and look around but fine" and he's like "we're on the 3rd floor how would you even get flea market furniture up here" and she's like "well fine. i guess ill go to ikea do you want meatballs" and he's like "why would i want meatballs i hate ikea" and she's like "you like their meatballs you're just hungover go barf and you'll feel better. bye". she's also hungover she's just dealing with it better than him

pearl has one of those cute little pet cactus that grian gave her that she repotted because the old pot broke and now its like a medium sized cactus that's too big to be cute and fashionable and it lives on their shitty balcony that's primarily just used for them to smoke at and they have shitty plastic lawn chairs. you know the ones. that squeak every time that you reposition them

schlatt and pearl smell like the exact same person and everyone notices and is like "wow they're really close" and like they are but not in the way everyone thinks of, they're close in a secret special way that can only be achieved by dating-not-dating your roommate who you have really weird tension and are weirdly close with. its very very important to understand that they're not actually dating. everyone just thinks they are and they kind of are, but they're not

90% of their clothes are communal and they're all really worn in. they still get mad at each other for taking "their clothes" but they haven't known who the clothes actually belong to for a really long time

schlatt ingratiates himself. not on purpose. to the hermits et al because pearl shares a costco membership with them and so he will often have to drive over and pick up groceries because pearl is asleep or getting ready for work or something

via either @twinprimeconjecture or @faghypnotizd or maybe probably both on the potential for schleralis: it would be a one night stand thing and for some reason schlatt would actually come to a thing with pearl and the rest of the hermits would be there and it would be a very awkward realization and then conversation of schlatt going "wait. i recognize you [keralis] because we slept together for a brief period like 3 years ago. and now i'm your friend's friend's roommate boyfriend guy. and also all of you guys dont like me at all"

#this is. so important to me #making this post now because if i didnt make it now i would never make it at all #i literally copy pasted like all of this from discord.#godbless us all i know people wnated to see this masterpost. so i hope u guys enjoy #lord. lord. ok #i relaly hope people like this. because i like it. schlearl is my baby #schlearl

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eldritch-spouse · 9 months

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Shapeshifter Anon here (OvO)

Act 3 : “Attic Jail”

Log 1: Curses! I’ve been tossed to the mutant monsters of the attic. The one in charge has locked me inside “Naughty Anon Jail”, so now I’m in a cage within a cage! But my ultimate plan has yet to fail, the bagels are still hidden in the-/-/\\_|\_//-|\_ - others know what to do.

Log 2: My escape attempt failed. I managed to grab Nëbl as he chewed his way out of his 5th glazed donut box. Tying my shoelace around him I tried to use his sticky robes to grab my cage key, dangling from the wall a couple feet from me, but the string wasn’t long enough. The only outcome is that I’m now aware Nerbul makes a decent yo-yo.

Log 3: Centi... was meant to be here. All the deformed potato could do were cartwheels and twerking, and unfortunately for my eyes, twerking-cartwheels. Sussy was staring my sus behavior before he slid down a slide to a suspicious space. A very sussy baka.

Log 4: Berg was no help to my escape either. Unlike his counterpart that could climb walls, Bred could only stick to...the floor - but he did that really well. I watched Murelo run into him and the shroom bounced off his body like it was a brick wall.

Log 5: I’ve made friends with Gallop after his cubic form was tossed into my cage. He doesn’t do much. Tack also put Krill in the prison with me, we’ve decorated our shared space with paper cutouts and origami. All he can make are angels and people (although its design never changes).

Log 6: I watched Tack cleanup Grumble’s mess, he had decorated the attic overnight in plaid, polkadots, and stripes. Pitcher used the decorations to accessorize his pet donkey.

Log 7: Below sat next to the cage and mimed something to Krunch, maybe they’re making an escape plan too? I wonder if I can get in on it...

Log 8: Vinyl discovered a new hobby: putting on puppet shows. The last one was interesting though, my favorite part was when the 12 socks found the -/-\|\\__-///-

Log 9: Sibastian was dancing around when he bumped into the wall, which sent the cage key flying. Kruton and I both went for it and -/\__\\-/—\|||\_\

(An actual question though: I scrolled through each tag looking for cursed misspellings, could you make a short list of some of your favorites?)

Oh fuck I'm in stitches- Please shoplifter anon, it's half past one I'm gonna vomit

KRUNCH- KRUTON

BRED CAN ONLY STICK TO THE FLOOR

PITCHER?!

hElp help-

I'm fucking done my stomach hurts I'm done I quit you win it's over I'm going to barf in my bed

[I really like Beef. And Monell. For no particular reason.]

#STOP IT I'M ALREADY DEAD #unrelated⭐️#you are henceforth shoplifter anon. the attic bootlegged you.

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witch-hazels-musings · 2 years

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Hi Hazel!! Hope you're doing well, especially since it's Diluc's Birthday! Speaking of, can I request "so you kissed him and then..." "I ran away, yes" for the event <3

diluc’s birthday event | diluc x gn reader | warning: sfw | requested x3

“You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeeessss.”

“Wow.” Your friend took another drink from their glass, eyes wide partially from being impressed and the other from pity as they watched you rot in front of them.

“So, just ... okay. So, so you kissed him and then ...”

“Like I said. I ran away, yes.”

“Wow.”

It was heavy inside the Cat’s Tail. So heavy you could barely lift yourself from the table to take a sip of the ‘you ruined your life’ beverage your friend ordered for you as soon as you ran through the door. Lucky for you they enjoyed this tavern but unfortunate for the atmosphere of the establishment that was forced to soak up your depression like wood covered in lacquer.

“My life is over.” You moaned against your arm. The muffled, deep sound rumbling through you as it spilled out.

“Well I don’t know. Did he .. did he say anything?”

Your hands moved so fast that they made a solid slap on the table as you lifted your head to look at your friend. Their face was unchanging but the small girl standing on a stool behind the counter was starting to get more and more irritated. “I RAN AWAY!”

“Right.” They sipped their drink, eyes avoiding and you landed, defeated, back on the wooden table of your shame.

“What is wrong with me.”

“Good question.”

Glaring, but not moving an inch, you grumbled, “I thought you were supposed to make me feel better.”

“Oh yeah, sorry.” You felt their hand pat your head in an unusual rhythm, nearly barfing at their now ‘sympathetic tone,’ “What a terrible thing to have happen.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too.”

Defeated, exhausted, you fumbled around the table until your hands found the dripping glass full of liquid that would, hopefully, make you forget what you did. The bell chimed over the front door and you were unaware of why. “Oh, Master Diluc --” Everything in the world turned fuzzy and distorted.

Panicking, you slid your chair back - much too fast too, it made a terrible scraping noise across the wooden floor - but a hand grabbed your arm and yanked you back in place. The sound of your body colliding with the table made such a ruckus that everyone's eyes were now on you while yours were staring daggers into your friend.

As fast as lightning strikes, the two of you exchanged several heated words without uttering a single one of them.

Are you out of your mind!?

Here is your chance.

No freaking way! I can’t do this -- are you serious!?

You got this.

You know me, I don’t got this --

Times up, bestie, here’s your man.

Their eyes gestured beside you and when you turned to look, there was in fact, your man.

“Y/N, can ... could you spare a moment?”

“Mmm--mmhm mmhm, yes.” Diluc nodded and turned to the door but before you left you twisted, ready to scold your friend only to see they were gone. Taking a quick drink from your glass, you swallowed as much courage as you could and followed, nervous as all hell, after Diluc.

“So. I must say I’m ... unaccustomed to actions as forward as yours.” He began, eyes avoiding yours at literally every chance. You hated this, not only were you out of your comfort zone but you made him step out of his too. You shouldn’t have let your heart take over; kissing him was unforgivable.

“I’m so sorry, Diluc. What I did to you ... I - I’m so sorry.” It was all you could say. Nothing else seemed right. You could lie and say you were put up to it but what kind of person would he think you were then. You could tell the truth and say you did it because you liked him but he clearly didn’t feel the same and you’d put him in a terrible position to let you down. All you could do was simply apologize.

“May I ask why?”

“Why, what?”

“Why you choose to --” He gestured at his mouth before covering it up with his hand. It made your cheeks so warm you turned away.

“... I ...” Here was your chance. Lie or tell the truth. What was it going to be? “I just ... I li-like you?” The confession tumbled from your mouth but you flipped the end into a question; a hopeful, ‘is that okay?’ sort of tone that would lessen the blow of your intrusion.

“I see.” He wrapped his arms further around himself, a barrier, and you felt the liquid in your stomach creep back up your throat. Hopefully another apology would stop it from exploding through. “Well then, are you free for dinner?”

“What?”

“Unless tonight is too soon for you. Another time might be best ...”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“Oh- no, wait.” The two of you were so flustered it was like two teenagers falling over themselves trying to figure out what ‘like-like’ meant. “I do. I can go to dinner with you.”

Diluc cleared his throat and let his hand drop back to his side, but not before fumbling with his gloves. “Excellent, there is something I’d like to discuss with you but it should wait until then. I’ll meet you in front of Angels Share at 7?”

“Mmhm, okay.” Diluc smiled, an uncertain but eager smile and you swore it was a mirage. The afternoon sun was far too hot, what you saw wasn’t real. After catching sight of his flushed cheeks, he bowed, turned on his heels, and made his way swiftly down the alley.

In a flash of emotions, you ran back into Cat’s Tail to tell your friend the good news; and while you both became animated and joyous, the small girl quickly making her way toward your table with a curiously bubbling drink, was annoyed.

@sullengirl416

#I AM DOING FANTASTIC #hazels drabbles #diluc X reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #happy birthday my husband #happy birthday diluc #dilucs birthday event

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sometimes-men-need-help-too · 1 year

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So the channel the Dadvocate does this partner shaming compilation as you can see and at 5.26 there is one that, in my opinion, stands out from the rest

Usually these partner shaming tiktoks happen because someone did something that made the other mad or it's thought that they did

But not this one

No, in this one, the guy was feeling very sick. His fiancee picked him up from work and he's groaning and shivering and she had to pull over 3 times because according to her, he's barfing everywhere

She took him to the ER and apparently in his delirium, he was covering himself in hot water in the restroom and some water got on the floor and that was embarrassing for her

So she and other women are laughing at him and calling him "bird bath boy"

She also posted at least 1 picture of him where he's laying on the hospital bed all curled up

And in case anyone was wondering, he ended up having the flu but the flu is still dangerous to a lot of people and does kill every year so it's not something to mess around with

I just can't believe she's so heartless. She's laughing about how dramatic and annoying he's being instead of being concerned like any normal fiancee would be

That dude deserves better

#mens rights #double standards #relationships

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Heaven, Indiana (3/3)

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A re-imagining of season 3, where Eddie and Robin are already looped in on the Upside Down madness, and Eddie joins Scoops Troop. Part of my Barb Lives AU from the Petals Verse, where everyone lives and the timeline gets wonky as a result. @steddie-week day 6 prompts: True / You Looking at Me, Looking at You cw: some blood/vomit (it's Starcourt, y'know)

Part One | Part Two

Eddie really hated puking. He hated the sweaty, clammy feeling it gave him, and the contrast of a cold, hard bathroom floor beneath him as he quite literally spilled his guts and tried to hold his own hair back. It was a horrible enough feeling when he had to barf in the privacy of his own bathroom. But doing it in front of the boy he’d managed to fall in love with and half-confess his feelings to?

Well that was just mortifying.

Eddie was in one stall, Steve was in the next, and Robin was babysitting them and making disgusted faces while she sat on the sink of the movie theater’s bathroom, insisting she had to make sure neither of them choked on their own vomit. Eddie wasn’t entirely sure where Dustin and Erica had wandered off to, something about filling in the rest of the party and calling in reinforcements that Eddie hadn’t really been listening to.

It was a little difficult to parse Henderson-speak when Eddie was higher than he’d ever been in his life, and entirely distracted by looking at Steve and the silver moonbeams of light that shone out of each one of his pores.

“Is the room still spinning over there?” Steve asked Eddie once they both seemed to reach a lull between heaves.

“Not really,” Eddie admitted with a sigh of relief. This night couldn’t be over soon enough. All he wanted was to go home and maybe take a nap in his shower, then once the water turned cold, crawl into bed for about a year and a half. He wondered if he could convince Steve to come with. “You?”

Instead of answering with words, Steve opted to slide beneath the partition between their two stalls, like he was playing a grimy game of limbo.

“Ew, Steve,” Robin groaned from her spot on the sink. “You have a gun shot wound, and you’re playing slip and slide on a public bathroom floor?”

Steve didn’t do more than hold his hand out of the stall and flip Robin off.

“Oh, way to thank me for saving your ass,” Robin grumbled, but went back to the magazine she’d probably stolen from somewhere in her travels.

Eddie really couldn’t be bothered with Robin’s reading material when Steve was sitting across from him, the sides of their legs pressed together, and with Steve now grinning at Eddie like a fool.

“What?” Eddie asked, wondering if he had something on his face. God, he hoped it wasn’t vomit.

“You’re pretty,” Steve said, practically beaming and sending Eddie’s heart jackrabbiting into overdrive.

“You’re high,” Eddie retorted, albeit weakly. Even though he knew his face had heated up, he was still surprised when Steve gently traced the tips of his fingers across Eddie’s cheekbone, which only deepened the blush further.

“So?” Steve shrugged, still smiling at him like Eddie was some grand prize. “We’re always high, and you’re always pretty, and even prettier after the high wears off. Which I’m pretty sure this one is doing now.”

“You realize I can hear you two, right?” Robin asked. “And how dumb you sound?”

Steve ignored her and took one of Eddie’s hands in his own. Eddie was wildly grateful it was the hand he could actually feel.

“You wanted to say stuff, before,” Steve said, drawing Eddie’s eyes in with his own. Eddie couldn’t help but think he was mesmerizing to look at, but he had to focus on what Steve was saying. He took a moment to focus, then nodded along to let Steve know he was listening. Intently. “I never really got a chance to say what I wanted.”

“Um, Steve?” Robin cut in again, her voice sounding more urgent now. “Should you maybe save the heart to heart for when you’re sober?”

Eddie appreciated the instinct to protect Steve from saying something he might regret, but he really wished Robin would shut the hell up.

“Shut up, Rob,” Steve muttered, and Eddie had to bite down on a grin. “I almost died. Again. And I’m finally thinking clearly.”

“Mhmm,” she relented right away with a small sigh. “Proceed.”

Eddie chanced a glance in her direction, and she shot him a wink and a smile before steadfastly turning her attention to her magazine. Eddie looked back to Steve.

“What did you want to say?” Eddie asked, equal parts desperate and terrified to know the answer.

“That you’re one of the most important people in my life, too,” Steve said with a soft smile. “That I think you’re amazing, and smart, and funny, and that I’ve had a giant crush on you for like a year now.”

Eddie blinked rapidly, wondering if this was a drug-induced hallucination. Then he remembered every other time Steve had looked at him like this, every time Eddie had cycled through the same bleary excuses for not believing his own eyes. Steve looked at Eddie like this all the time, and Eddie refused to fuck up this moment. Not again.

“A year?” Eddie asked anyway, still stunned by that detail in particular. He thought back to what their relationship had been a year ago and, beyond Eddie ironically bowing to Steve in the halls as he passed, Eddie couldn’t come up with much.

“Yep,” Steve nodded, unabashed. “I saw you smoking outside The Hideout one night last summer and nearly tripped over my own feet because I thought you were so hot.”

Eddie, incredibly, actually remembered that night. It was one of the first times the band had actually played at The Hideout, and Eddie had been outside having a smoke to try and abate his nerves a little. Steve hadn’t nearly tripped over his own feet, either. It had been a full on stumble as some random girl he had been with (who Eddie now realized had been Robin) cackled and caught him. Ironically, it had actually done a lot to cement Eddie’s confidence that he must at least look the part of the guitarist in a rock band. “I thought you were scared of me.”

“Scared of how attractive you are,” Steve murmured, only looking mildly embarrassed when Eddie laughed. “What do you think?”

“What do I think, he asks me—” Eddie sputtered, still struggling to keep up. He couldn’t fathom a world where someone wouldn’t be happy to hear that Steve had been crushing on them for a year. Steve nodded at him, though, looking wide-eyed and worried about what Eddie might say next. Eddie gave his hand a little squeeze, desperate to reassure him. “I think I’ve got you beat, since I’ve had a crush on you since forever, Stevie.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked, and Eddie nodded more enthusiastically than he ever would have allowed himself to if he was sober. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why didn’t I?” Eddie asked, confounded. As if assuming Steve could possibly be into him was a natural thought for Eddie to entertain. “Why didn’t you? You’re the one that’s spent the whole summer flirting with everything that walks!”

“Fake flirting! To make you jealous!” Steve laughed with a smile that was entirely too coy for his own good. “Seems like it worked.”

“I hate you,” Eddie grumbled, knowing exactly how unconvincing he was. He knew this was a thing Steve did to try and get someone’s attention, pretending he didn’t care. He’d given Dustin the same advice. He’d even told Eddie outright about it, in a moment that felt like about a million years ago, in a rusted out bus waiting around for a monster to track them down. Eddie just couldn’t quite ever believe that he warranted Steve’s special courting techniques. “You’re very good at pretending you don’t care.”

Steve nudged his knee until Eddie met his eyes again. Eddie could feel the tenderness he found on Steve’s face, the vulnerability, mirrored deep in his own chest.

“God, I wanted to kiss you so bad, the other night in your room,” Steve all but whispered, like somehow the confession still scared him.

“Why didn’t you?” Eddie asked, half-breathless. He’d already be diving across the small space between them to kiss Steve now, if he weren’t convinced he needed to brush his teeth first.

“Uh, your uncle barged in?” Steve reminded him, like that much should have been obvious. Eddie wasn’t sure barged was quite the right word, but he conceded Steve’s point. “Oh, and you’d just said you’ve never found any preppy assholes attractive?”

“Oh, right,” Eddie muttered sheepishly, knowing he’d have to explain that one. “I half-lied on the technicality that I don’t think you’re an asshole. But you sure as hell are attractive.”

“Oh,” Steve chuckled lightly, then bit his lip. “Well, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Eddie beamed, but then another question occurred to him. “But you got weird the next day! Whenever the hell that was,” Eddie said, unsure exactly what day it was now. “What happened?”

“I thought I took things too far, for one, and that you’d be weirded out,” Steve sighed, and shook his head at himself. “Then I went home and my dad started giving me shit for obviously smelling like pot. And after fighting with him I just kept thinking about how Wayne almost walked in on us…on me…doing, whatever it was that I was doing. And you guys have such a good relationship, and I don’t ever want to put you in a bad spot with him.”

So it had been a combination of Eddie’s best guesses, and then some. The thought of all those storms raging in Steve’s head, the loneliness of his not feeling like he could talk to Eddie about any of it, nearly cracked Eddie’s heart in half.

“Stevie, you gotta talk to me when you get that trapped in that pretty head of yours,” Eddie said in his best mildly scolding tone. Steve’s lips twitched up in a smile, and the hopeful look in his eyes was almost too much for Eddie to bear. “Wayne knows I’m gay, anyway. He doesn’t care. In fact, he’s been pestering me about asking you out for months.”

The utterly earnest look of surprise on Steve’s face was so cute, and yet so heart-wrenching, that Eddie wanted to kiss it better.

“But he’s…” Steve swallowed thick, tried again. “He’s always so nice to me. He knows about… me?”

“He suspects, but I’ve never told him outright,” Eddie assured Steve softly. The look on Steve’s face from the utter bewilderment of being accepted for exactly who he was by a father-figure, made Eddie all the more grateful for Wayne. He knew all too well how thoroughly an disparaging father could fuck with your head, so he squeezed Steve’s hand again. “He sees how I look at you, though, and tells me to just do something about it. And complaining that you’re straight hasn’t ever been one of my excuses when he asks why we’re not going out, either.”

Steve took a minute to absorb the fact that Wayne loved him anyway, loved them both just as much as he ever had, and then some. Then, as quickly as he’d been clobbered by the revelation, Steve recovered with a smile.

“What were your excuses, then?” he asked, eyes shimmering with mirth.

“Obviously that I’m too handsome,” Eddie deadpanned. “And if you spent too much time mooning over me you’d go blind, so I’m protecting your poor eyes by staying away.”

“Oh my god,” Robin groaned, reminding them of her presence for the first time in a while. Steve just laughed, open and delighted at her commentary on the two of them go all gooey over each other.

“If we ever get out of this goddamn mall, I’m taking you on a hell of a date,” Steve said, then brought the back of Eddie’s hand up to his lips and planted a gentle kiss there.

If that gesture alone sent shivers dancing up Eddie’s spine, he wasn’t sure how he’d handle more affection from Steve moving forward.

The realization that Eddie was getting ahead of himself came crashing headfirst in the bathroom door with the whirlwind known as Dustin Henderson, again, who was panting heavily and looking frazzled. He didn’t seem to notice the way Eddie and Steve both scrambled to hide the fact that they’d been holding hands and gazing longingly into each other’s eyes.

“We have a problem,” he announced, probably more loudly than necessary.

“Just the one?” Robin drawled, setting her magazine aside.

———

Everyone seemed to descend on the mall at once, despite the fact that Eddie desperately wanted nothing more than to leave. After another round of trying to escape the keen eyes of Russian spies, Nancy, Jonathan, El and the rest of the kids had arrived at just the perfect time to save their asses yet again. Hot on their heels came probably the strangest team up of this tussle with the supernatural, so far: Barb, Hopper, Joyce, that Murray guy Nancy had told Eddie about, and some random Russian scientist with a friendly face and a cherry slushie.

They all took one look at Steve and Eddie's damaged faces and wanted to know what the hell had happened, but Eddie was much more interested in hearing about everyone else’s day. They took turns trying to catch each other up, particularly to fill Hopper and company in on what they’d be dealing with down in that goddamn bunker. Jonathan and Nancy’s day jobs at the paper had turned absolutely horrifying and disgusting, it sounded like, while Barb's day job at Melvald's with Joyce had gotten her swept up in a field trip involving kidnapping a Russian of their own with Hop. Apparently his name was Alexei, and he seemed more than happy to come along for the ride.

“So once we were close enough to town again, I used my radio to track down Nance and the kids,” Barb was explaining, with Nancy sticking as close to her side as Eddie had ever seen them do in front of everyone else. It seemed to have been a traumatic couple of days for everyone. “We were on our way to the fair to look for everyone, but apparently they were robbing a grocery store instead. Saved us all a trip and we came straight here.”

“We needed supplies,” Lucas cut in, defending their little shopping trip by gesturing to a large bag of fireworks he had slung over his shoulder. And apparently there were more in the car. Eddie wasn’t sure how those were supposed to help anything, but he’d reached the screaming headache and other injuries portion of coming down off his truth serum high. Steve looked like he was in about the same boat, but still had a dreamy expression on his face.

Eddie somewhat giddily realized that might just be about him, though.

Then there was an entire ordeal with a disgusting little meat monster coming out of El’s leg, and Eddie had to take a minute to go puke into a trash can. With Nancy tied up helping Hopper and Joyce armor up to make their descent into the bunker, Barb separated herself from her girlfriend long enough to bring Eddie a bottle of water and a pack of gum.

“You a thief too, now?” He asked with a grateful nod. He drank half of the water in one go, and Barb tsked at him.

“I know you’ve been hungover enough times to know drinking that fast will only make you barf again,” she rolled her eyes at him.

“Don’t care,” Eddie gasped. “You spend a day and a half trapped down there and getting tortured, then we’ll talk.”

Barb bit her lip, looking ashamed, and Eddie instantly felt guilty for sounding like a dick.

“Was it bad?” Barb asked, tone softening.

“Steve had it worse, but, yeah,” Eddie sighed and sat next to her on one of the benches in the mall’s little common area. He looked over to where Steve was chatting with Robin in hushed tones with a lot of frantic hand gestures between them. He couldn’t hold back a grin.

“You do anything about that yet?” Barb asked, blunt as ever.

“Yes, actually,” Eddie grinned at her. “Near death is wildly helpful in that regard.”

“Don’t I know it,” Barb laughed, her own eyes darting in Nancy’s direction. Eddie hadn’t been around yet when they got together, but he knew it was in similar well-if-we’re-gonna-die-we-might-as-well-kiss circumstances. “I’m happy for you two. And I’m glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad you survived a trek through the woods with the other stubborn couple and a random science guy,” Eddie said, hoping he was remembering the details of Barb’s tale correctly. She laughed, so he guessed he had.

“Alexei’s pretty cool, actually,” Barb shrugged. “I can’t really talk to him, but I swear to god he and Murray have been flirting in Russian.”

“What?” Eddie asked, feeling his eyes blink stupidly at Barb. “For real?”

Barb only smiled, then nodded her head in their direction. Indeed, Murray had just slapped Alexei’s shoulder as they both broke down into giggles, like Alexei wasn’t about to lead the adults on a mission that they might not come back from. It was a wildly silly noise coming from two grown men, though, and managed to spark some more joy in Eddie’s heart.

He was fit to burst soon, he thought, if only they could get out of this current crisis.

“I’m starting to think all these monsters are just discriminating against us queers, at this point,” Eddie mumbled, and Barb cackled.

“You might be right,” she conceded.

———

By the time a fucking flesh monster and Billy Hargrove possessed by the Mind Flayer were chasing them around the mall, Eddie was very much regretting his decision to work through the summer. He thought maybe, just maybe, if he hadn’t been so hellbent on watching Steve scoop ice cream in tiny shorts, none of them would have ended up in this position.

But then, maybe, Steve would have ended up down in that bunker alone, and Eddie stopped that train of thought in its tracks.

Hunkered down behind the Orange Julius counter with Steve, Nancy, Robin, and Barb, barely daring to breathe and hoping the monster in the food court wouldn’t find them out, Eddie grabbed on to Steve’s hand for dear life. Even if they were about to die, Eddie knew in his heart that this summer with Steve, and the months before, had been worth it.

Eddie just wasn’t going to let his whole life pass him by without getting a first kiss with Steve Harrington out of it.

He turned his face towards Steve’s, and found they were already unbearably close together. The girls were watching them, six eyes wide with terror and excitement alike, but they quickly faded from Eddie’s awareness. All he could see was Steve, his perfect pink lips, his poor bruised and battered face, his eyes warm like honey, and knew this might be their only chance.

Steve seemed to be on the same wavelength, because he dragged Eddie’s lips toward his own in complete desperation. It was rough, at first, quiet panting and teeth clacking in the heat of now, now, now. But then Steve softened, and Eddie melted into him. His lip stung from where it had split open, but Steve soothed it over with his kiss, a perfect melding of sweet and stinging that left Eddie feeling high all over again. Steve tasted like blood, and sweat, and hope.

The sound of a looming mammoth clacking its deathly jowls eventually drew them apart, but Steve didn’t go any further than resting his forehead against Eddie’s.

“Ow,” Eddie breathed out, not daring anything louder than a whisper. Steve huffed out a tiny laugh in understanding, and dragged his thumb across Eddie’s bottom lip. Then Steve looked at him with such determination in his eyes that Eddie knew they could do anything together.

Defeating a Mind Flayer didn’t seem all too difficult, after that.

———

With a fractured orbital bone, several broken ribs, and one hell of a concussion, Steve didn’t get out of the hospital for a couple days after the complete clusterfuck at Starcourt. Eddie supposed it could have been worse, since everyone made it out alive and the gate was finally closed again, but none of them were without their lumps after another bout of fighting to keep hell from spilling out into their world.

Eddie really was rather fed up with something going wrong every few months.

The kids were all glued together, frequently camping out in the Wheelers' basement so none of them had to deal with the subsequent nightmares alone. Hopper was still beat up from having to tussle with a Terminator-wannabe of a Soviet spy when he, Joyce, Murray, and Alexei shut down the gun. El still couldn’t use her powers properly, Nancy and Barb were more attached at the hip than ever after not being able to reach one another throughout the whole ordeal, and Jonathan was more interested in partaking in Eddie’s leafy products than he ever had been before. To top it off, Robin was practically glued to Steve’s bedside with Eddie, wracked with guilt for leaving them behind in the bunker—though they kept pointing out that she’d saved their lives by doing exactly what she did.

Eddie himself had a broken elbow that required a funny looking little splint that kept him from extending his arm too far, in the hopes he wouldn’t eventually end up needing surgery for it anyway. He was dreading the prospect, since he absolutely hated hospitals, but he was more than happy to brave one to be there for Steve. It made him all the happier when he finally got to pick Steve up and bring him home, though.

“He’s not allowed to blow his nose for a while, no air travel, and no sports. Avoid any balls flying near his face for a few weeks,” the nurse who was discharging Steve instructed Eddie. It took a truly Herculean effort for Eddie not to make the joke, but she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at him anyway.

Steve signed a few forms and then Eddie was allowed to wheel him out to his van.

“I really could have driven myself home,” Steve argued for the millionth time as Eddie helped him into the car. Eddie just rolled his eyes fondly.

“You’re not going home, so no, you couldn’t have,” Eddie informed him cheerfully, then closed the passenger’s side door and trotted around to hop in the van himself.

“What do you mean, I’m not going home?” Steve asked, looking at Eddie skeptically.

“You said your parents fucked off on their big vacation anyway, right?” Eddie asked, barely containing his seething distaste towards the Harringtons for not caring that their kid had been tortured and beaten to a pulp. Steve merely nodded. “Then you’re coming home with me and Wayne for a while. We’ll take care of you.”

“Are…” Steve swallowed, looking a little emotional over it. Eddie wondered if they still had him on drugs. “Are you sure?”

“Positive, Stevie,” Eddie smiled, then reached over and squeezed Steve’s knee before starting the van. Steve bit his lip, watching Eddie drive mostly one-armed and resting his head back against the seat. Eddie couldn’t really wait to get Steve home so he could kiss him.

“We don’t have to drive in total silence, you know,” Steve pointed out after a minute.

“Aren’t you sensitive to sound?” Eddie asked, already wondering if he had a cassette in here that Steve would like.

“Not really, this time” Steve shrugged. “Not right now anyway.”

Eddie didn’t think any screaming guitars would be the best way to test it, so he begrudgingly leaned forward and did something he almost never did. He turned on the radio. To Top 40, no less.

Steve stared at Eddie for a long moment as the sound of Madonna reverberated through Eddie’s van, probably for the first time ever.

“Oh my god,” Steve said finally, sounding completely stunned. “You really do like me.”

Eddie thought about telling him to shut up, or to playfully rescind his previously confessed feelings. But the problem, or lack thereof, was that what he felt for Steve ran so much deeper than what he’d already admitted to. Even if Eddie was way too afraid to say it yet, he already knew he loved Steve with his whole heart.

So he leaned into the feeling, opting to show it if he couldn’t quite say it, and started to sing to his boyfriend.

“And I can’t hear the traffic rushing by, just the pounding of my heart and that’s why,” Eddie crooned, relishing the way Steve’s eyes widened in surprise that Eddie knew any Madonna lyrics at all. Working in a mall and hanging around Steve hadn’t really done him any favors there, he would admit. “You must be an angel, I can see it in your eyes.”

Once he got over the initial shock, Steve took Eddie’s free hand into his own across the center console and sang along.

———

After a gourmet meal of pancakes for dinner made by Chef Wayne, Steve was all but ready to pass out again. Eddie happily got Steve all tucked into his bed with everything he might need within arm’s reach—water, painkillers, earplugs, a sleeping mask he’d picked up at the hospital gift shop, and a bag of Wayne’s chips (willingly offered up), to start. Eddie knew the ropes, seeing as this wasn’t the first concussion he had helped to nurse Steve through. He desperately hoped it would be the last, though.

“You always take such good care of me when my head gets rocked to shit,” Steve said as he laid back and let Eddie fluff his pillow with a slow smile.

“Yeah, well,” Eddie shrugged, then gently laid his palm against Steve’s cheek. “The way our lives go? I’m sure you’ll get the chance to return the favor some day.”

“I fuckin’ hope not,” Steve said, stern like a warning. Then just as quickly he faded back into the softness of the bed, turning his face to kiss the center of Eddie’s palm.

Eddie returned the favor by pressing a soft peck to Steve’s lips. “Me, too.”

“How’s your elbow?” Steve asked, watching Eddie putter around some more.

“It’s fine,” Eddie assured him. It was nothing compared to what Steve had to deal with. “Don’t worry about me. Get some sleep.”

“I’ll worry if I want,” Steve mumbled, but that was all the back talk he bothered to muster. Eddie winked at him and, not wanting to seem presumptuous, started to retreat back out into the living room to take up on the couch for the night.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked sleepily, but looking at Eddie in alarm.

“Um,” Eddie hedged, just as Steve folded over the blanket and patted the bed beside him in invitation. “Nowhere, I guess.”

Steve smiled contentedly as Eddie crawled in next to him, then managed to maneuver all their broken pieces together until they were comfortably slotted against one another. It was still hot as fuck out, so they’d both stripped down to their boxers, but that was about as sexy either was capable of at the moment. Eddie was more than gratified just to be laying there next to Steve, each on their sides and chest to chest, with Steve’s head pillowed on Eddie’s bicep and his hand resting on Eddie’s hip.

It was the first time Eddie really got to take in the extent of Steve’s injuries up close, beyond what was just on his face, anyway. There really wasn’t an inch of him that the bastards hadn’t gone for. Steve’s entire torso was a mottled mess of blue and yellow bruises, his one eye was still bloodshot and swollen, and he had a row of stitches on his bicep from where that bullet had grazed him. It was infuriating and excruciating to see, and all Eddie wanted to do was grind the people who’d hurt Steve to a pulp.

Most of them were long gone, though, so Eddie settled for the next best thing—relishing that Steve was there at all, on the mend, in his bed, and wanting to stay.

Eddie felt Steve watching him take it all in, and like his brain so frequently did, it provided him with a song. Eddie tried to hold in his laugh, but Steve was way too attentive to miss it.

“Are my bruises funny?” Steve inquired with a quirked brow.

“No!” Eddie said quickly, horrified by the implication. He couldn’t stop more absolutely senseless giggles from pouring out of him, though. “God, no, that’s not why I’m laughing.”

“Clue me in then, Munson,” Steve urged with a little squeeze to Eddie’s hip.

Eddie sighed, knowing how he was going to sound. But Steve knew all about Eddie’s mind that ran on Honeycombs and metal alone, and he was still here. So Eddie admitted it. “Just Ozzy, is all.”

“What’d he do now?” Steve asked, completely unfazed.

“He sang, ‘you, looking at me, looking at you,’” Eddie crooned, taking special care to point out the position the two of them were still laying in.

“I wanna talk to you,” Steve sang the next line, not missing a beat before he laughed. Now it was Eddie’s turn to be impressed.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, only half-playing up his surprise as he echoed Steve’s earlier joke. “You do like me!”

“Har har,” Steve rolled his eyes, but his smile was sparkling.

“Really though,” Eddie hummed, sliding ever so slightly closer to close the gap between them. “Who knew you’d turn out to be such a rocker?”

Steve looked almost proud to hear it, and Eddie wasn’t sure he could love him any more if he tried.

“Not a metalhead?” Steve asked. “All I get is ‘rocker?’”

“I mean,” Eddie bit his lip like he was about to break some bad news. “You do still wear polo shirts.”

“True,” Steve conceded with a low rumble of a laugh. They were so close that Eddie felt it down to his toes. “Should I stop, then?”

“Only if it means you wear no shirt at all,” Eddie said, then gently dragged his fingers up the plane of Steve’s bare chest. “I like you just as you are.”

Steve’s breath hitched at that, like he wasn’t quite used to hearing it. So Eddie resolved to tell him every single day.

“I like you just as you are, too,” Steve murmured, then slowly trailed his hand up the exposed skin of Eddie’s side until he could thread his fingers into Eddie’s hair. Every inch of skin Steve had touched felt like it was on fire, but Eddie’s whole brain lit up like fireworks in the middle of a mall when Steve said, “It’s all for you anyway, baby.”

They hadn’t really gotten to kiss properly since that first frantic one. Not with people surrounding them or having to sneak clandestine, rushed kisses in between bouts of nurses coming and going from Steve's hospital room. They’d snuck a few sly ones since Steve had gotten home to the trailer, but Eddie wasn’t trying to torture Wayne by making out with his boyfriend in the living room, either.

Eddie was feeling a little starved of Steve’s lips.

Resolved to thoroughly fix that, Eddie started by peppering the barest of kisses against every inch of Steve’s face that he could reach, soft and slow with the all of reverence he knew Steve deserved. He was careful not to press too firmly around his hurt eye, instead only brushing his lips past the bruises and broken bones in the hopes that maybe they’d heal a little faster.

Steve let out a satisfied sigh as he melted further into Eddie’s arms, and Eddie took that as his cue to move on to Steve’s mouth. He gently nudged his nose against Steve’s, barely able to stop smiling long enough to press their lips together in a slow crawl.

There was no rush, this time around, not now that they were finally safe in Eddie’s bedroom. They took their time, exploring each other’s mouths at a leisurely pace until their lips were swollen and slick. Eddie was almost lazy in the way he finally licked inside Steve’s mouth, with all of the wet heat of a summer thunderstorm languidly passing through. The roll of Steve’s tongue against his own was enough to drive Eddie half-crazy, so he sought to deepen the kiss by tangling his hands up in Steve’s hair and pressing in closer.

Steve whimpered at the feel of Eddie’s fingers against his scalp, and Eddie quickly drew back with wide, worried eyes. “Did that hurt?”

“No,” Steve drawled, eyelids heavy in a sublime mixture of sleepiness and satisfaction. Eddie knew he had to stop while he still had some wits left, but he still resumed a slow massage of Steve’s head and neck. The more his fingers moved, the more blissed out Steve became.

Eddie felt like he’d discovered he had magic powers.

“So what did I miss?” Steve eventually asked around a yawn, apparently determined not to let sleep drag him under just yet. “While I was cooped up in that dumb hospital bed?”

“Not much,” Eddie shrugged, trying for casual. In reality, a lot had happened, but he wanted Steve to rest.

Steve seemed unimpressed with his performance. “Come on. Please? I could use a little bit of gossip—make me feel better.”

Steve honest to god pouted, and Eddie realized he would never be able to say no to that face for as long as he lived.

“Fine,” he relented right away, then tried to figure the best place to start. “Robin’s devastated that she missed Chrissy’s Fourth of July party, and thinks she’s never gonna see Chrissy again now that the mall’s closed.”

“They’re in the same class…” Steve said, sounding like he wondered if he’d gotten that wrong. Eddie just snorted.

“That’s what I told her,” Eddie said. “I’m ninety percent sure she’s gonna need a wingman for that one.”

“Sounds like a fun senior project for you,” Steve said, wiggling his eyebrows. That was another thing Eddie loved about him. He didn’t judge Eddie for a moment for having to repeat senior year for a third time. Eddie bit down on a lovesick grin as Steve asked, “What else?”

“Max says Billy skipped town the minute that thing was out of him, thinks he went back to California,” Eddie informed him.

In reality, Eddie hadn’t been entirely sure Billy would survive at all. Not after seeing how completely encumbered he had been by the Mind Flayer, and especially not after seeing him stare the damn thing down in trying to fight it off. But in the nick of time, the gate closed, and the human goop monster became nothing more than a disgusting biohazard that would be wildly difficult to explain to the cleaning crew.

“I know he helped in the end, but good riddance,” Steve said with a grimace. Eddie couldn’t help but agree, but based what limited information Max had already let slip, Eddie wished Billy’s dad would follow suit and skip town, too. “What else?”

“A little bird named Jonathan told me that Hop and Joyce are finally going on a date tomorrow,” Eddie said, knowing Steve would enjoy that bit of news even more. It seemed he was right, based on how Steve’s face lit up. “Which apparently is a bit of a miracle in itself, since Joyce was so upset that she almost left him behind.”

Eddie hadn’t gotten to witness any of it, because he and Steve were too busy getting checked over by paramedics at the time. But according to Jonathan, Alexei had dragged Hopper out of the mall himself, and had to practically wave the big man in Joyce’s face just to get her to realize she hadn’t accidentally killed him.

“Sounds like them,” Steve chuckled. “Do we know if Alexei gets to stay?”

“Murray won’t hear of anything else,” Eddie confirmed with a nod. “He’s been threatening government officials left and right to make sure he gets asylum.”

“Seems like another pair to keep an eye on,” Steve remarked, and Eddie couldn’t help but agree.

“Speaking of government goons,” Eddie said in a faux chipper tone, “there’s lots of them lurking around town again. Haven’t seen this many since the lab closed.”

“Yeah, that was hard to miss, even for me,” Steve said. “They’ve been crawling all over the hospital making sure no one got any wild ideas about the Soviet-shaped bullet hole in my arm. Their official story was that I got stupid with some fireworks.”

“Well, in all fairness, we did that, too,” Eddie said with a sly grin.

“Yeah okay,” Steve agreed with an almost proud smile. “How are the kids?”

“Communal sleepovers, but otherwise surprisingly fine,” Eddie said. “It actually worries me how well they deal with this shit, year in and year out. El still can’t use her powers, though.”

“They’ll come back,” Steve said, full of confidence. “I don’t know how they deal with this shit either, but I feel like maybe we could learn from them.”

“Maybe,” Eddie agreed. He started tracing featherlight patterns into Steve’s chest with his fingertips, enjoying the way he left a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Steve smiled at him, sleepy and serene, and Eddie knew he’d doze off pretty soon.

“How’s your head?” Eddie asked softly. “Need another pill before bed?”

“Hurts, but no pills yet,” Steve sighed. He was already averse to taking them, Eddie noticed. “I’ve got a better idea.”

“What’s that, sweetheart,” Eddie murmured, softly brushing some hair away from Steve’s face. Steve leaned into the touch and hummed.

“Kiss it better?” Steve asked, a smile playing at his lips.

Eddie really had no chance of saying no, and honestly wouldn’t have dared to entertain the thought.

“Always,” Eddie promised. Before he leaned in, though, he snatched Steve’s camera off his over-cluttered nightstand, still sitting where Steve had left it the week before, and held it aloft above their heads. Hoping the angle was right, Eddie closed his eyes, gently pressed his lips to Steve’s forehead, and snapped a photo.

Eddie knew this was a memory he’d want to hang on to.

#steddieweek2023 #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #fanfic #dani's drafts #petals!verse

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HELLO AND WHAT IS UP GUYS TODAY WE'RE DOING ANOTHER CS WEEKLY POST A DAY LATE

okay enough youtuber intro. gross

ITS TIME FOR THE FISHY DOUBLOON CAPER!! Not my favorite, admittedly, but some great moments in there for sure (see: carmen gets put in a fairly desperate situation for the first time in the series as carmen. nice.)

OKAY HERE WE GO notes under the cut because they're LONG

how cool would the intro have been if carmen's passport had gained a new stamp every episode for the place she went!!!

oh i totally forgot the acme b plot in this episode thats pretty good

s1 chase: not one single red thread to pull s2 chase, buying french michaels out of red string: is that a challenge

it was stuffed in her black sack

i love the mints. they had to set them up so bad so julia could follow them

fuck you chase. maybe if you ate less mints you could be nicer

IN LOVE WITH HOW JULIA GETS FED UP. YES GIRL. FUCK HIM AND HIS FUEL HE DESERVES IT

DAMN ZARI HIT HIM FROM REAL FAR AWAY THAT WEAPON IS NEVER THAT LONG RANGE AGAIN

julia he doesnt deserve you

they sneak "where in the world" into every line they can

have i mentioned the way cs draws water because its all so prettyyy

OH, WET pls

no, player we have to wait two more seasons for argentina ok

"not without any real clues" girl idk where you think clues come from but your birthplace could be a fantastic place to start looking

the equator joke was funny

bananafish? as in the anime? (doesn't know what im talking about at all)

quito!! fun fact: the first highest capital is Bolivia's, La Paz!

NOSE IS BLEEDING? BLOOD? In a KIDS SHOW?

omg they foreshadowed the fucking tuna it nearly smacked carmen..

"surface crew is on high alert!" (pan to zack, barfing)

i love that zack's weakness is the ocean. he grew up in boston. literally being in the home of the fish makes him barf

i love how ivy is not helping at all she's so funny

zack barfs way too many times in this show sorry. they crossed the line when someone shoved her fingers in his barf and squelched em around. no. no thanks. stop making him barf

i have to think this episode was one of the earlier ones abby trott recorded for because she is so violently boston at every turn its hilarious

where the fuck is carmen's air tank. that thing on her back is her water jetpack. where is she breathing from. her tubing is connected to something that is. not big enough to supply her with oxygen for that long

woww the framing of that shot where carmen swims towards the ship...she sounds like she supposed to be very excited about it which i love for her

every single time im like surely she cant fit through that hole and then she does. the reason this is possible is because despite having hips CARMEN HAS NO ASS

i also like the little lookaround she does like idk

GOD the ship is so pretty i love how everyone immediately destroys everything inside of it

carmen "im swimming through the past" sandiego, destroying everything in the fucking ship that she touches

why the fuck is there just a crowbar down there

SHES JUST TOSSING SHIT OUT WHAT HAPPENED TO ALL HISTORY IS TREASURE CARMEN YOU FUCKIN HYPOCRITE

love that player picks up the HGRHGDHSRHRGFGRGRGRGRGRGGWGEGEGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR of el topo before carmen does

the fact that carmen is not terrified upon hearing, deep underwater, a roaring, grumbling noise coming from nowhere is a testament to how stup

WHEN

SHE JUST GOES FLYING ITS SO FUNNY TO ME AJFGS

see el topo has o2 tanks what the fuck is up with carmen breathing underwater. she has to always be streamlined ig

no way can they fucking hear each other no way nuh uh

HE JUST RAMS INTO HER THATS SO FUNNY

i like how player waits until a very nice time to ask carmen what the fuck just burst out of the floor. little break in the action <3

hi. the way carmen says el topo. thank you (applause)

love how player doesnt warn zack and ivy. theyll be fine he said

obsessed with how le chevre's legs bend like the dancing stick bug meme

OH MY GOD THE PURE GAY ENERGY BLAST OF LE CHEVRE LANDING KILLED THEM

sorry side note ivy is so cute

le chevre is. yeah

I LOVE HOW CARMEN JUST S N A T C H E S HIS ANKLE YOU CAN SEE HER THOUGHT PROCESS ZERO IN ON HIS FOOT

the way carmen moves in the water is sooo satisying shes like a wikki stix she just bends

also love how carmen just bounces off of el topo

i also also love how her flippers just gently wave in the breeze

they just fling each other its so fucking funny. she steps on him. he flings her. she full body crashes into him

like how they just keep an arm around each other for a bit. chilling. buddies

do you think it hurts el topo how much venom is in carmen's voice when she sees him now?

anyways

the fish. wow that really did just happen

she just kicks his ass what did he do to her

ALSO this is one of very few fights where carmen is very actively in hand-to-hand!! she usually tries to avoid it i think...more evasive maneuvers/defense but shes BARELLING into el topo shes just doing everything she fucking can to fling him far distances

bubble transitions <3 its like bubble guppies fr

eternally beyond grateful that they dropped ivys weird. woke feminist how do you do fellow women thing ok sorry the fisherwoman thing was. out of place. le chevre is right there and youre worried about fisherwoman

le chevre, the frenchest fucker alive: you dont sound like youre from around here

the absolute terror on ivy's face is sending me. someone else (jackie?? was that you??) pointed out that she reacts like this because they met le chevre in boston harbor but he happens to not recognize them.....super cool i love that s1 and 2 were written together

not a single braincell in le chevres head

she was really about to try to wrestle and do the heimlech maneuver on an 97 pound fish girl no

she sounds so black sheep when she says "come on seriously" 🥺

NO im calling bullshit no way was carmen able to snatch that pipe in the two seconds el topo bodychecked her carmens got fucking superpowers she does not have pickpocketing abilities she has superpowers

we love the attempted murder <3 thats. so dangerous to do but carmen just is like teehee oxygen is gone!!! hope u dont drown or panic or get decompression illness teehee

the most gigantic tracker in the history of mankind

i like how carmen holds that gun whjhehgshsa if she werent underwater she'd be blowing the smoke off it

they didnt even try to come up with a convincing alias they just went with another california city wheeze

wait how is player connected to that walkie talkie. im pretty sure correct me if im wrong but i think that walkie talkies in ecuador dont connect to ones in ontario

theyre such siblings

gay saves the day once more

AGAIN WITH SHOVING THEM IN THE WATER or wait is this the first time?? TREND SETTING?? i feel like they did it once before this but ig not???

lets motor is the same thing as lets jet

HOLY SHIT THEY WERE SO FAR FROM SHORE

THE BUBBLE TRANSITIONS THIS EP SO TRUE

yes carmen speaking other languages i am of the opinion that she should have spoken so many all the time

she cute

i love how loud carmen is talking "SO ITS AN ECUADORIAN DOUBLOON" also hi dr marquez

I AM LITERALLY SUCH A CHILD THIS SHOULD NOT BE FUNNY TO ME "dick?" "dick." (innocent deer-like blinking) gay-bisexual solidarity

marquez: yeah im leading an excavation tea- carmen: i robbed that fucking boat

the deer in headlights look they give is so funny not one braincell avaliable

the way her accusing them drives them all into terrified scrambling

i also like how marquez just accepts the fact that they robbed the boat because they say theyre coin hobbyists (i mean. she doesnt. she follows them. but still)

i love dr marquez shes so cool. i like her voice also

you know carmen's about to do some craaazy shit when an archaeologist starts talking about history and they zoom in on her eyes going all different directions

zack and ivy being so insensitive is so fucking funny. kids do you know who your boss is

the sibling-like manner in which ivy shoves zack in the face to get out of the boat faster than he does is the funniest thing in the world

GASP! vile has a darker, sexier, even more obnoxious tracker!

lots a shit beeping in this establishment today

chase is such a dumbshit i love him as soon as zari reaches into her jacket he disintegrates. and then he saves it. such grace and talent

chase is just constantly ???????????????????????????

CHIEF! hi chief

what were the handcuffs even for

chase gets kidnapped and hes just like can i go back to work please

VILE DRAMATIC MUSIC DRAMATIC CLOSEUP

damn le chevre just pulled that slick wet thing out hot damn it was still dripping....what? the tracker. the tracker was wet. what did you think i was talking about?

"if carmen sandiego is after this doubloon" YOU GUYS WERE AFTER THE DOUBLOON WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

no. maelstrom never call yourself papa again

el topo just hanging over his shoulder <3

el topo is so cute

I CAN CHASE AWAY THE GOPHERS he so sweet

tfw your boyfriend is kissing ur boss's ass

mael just sitting there listening to them like 👁️👁️

mael is not even evil hes just stupid and petty hes so funny

WOO HOO ALTITTY SICKNESS LETS GOOO KNOCK THAT BITCH OUT

leonardo di caprio stars in the mole of wall street

who in vile was contaminating cheese OH MY GOD WONDER RAT???

i like how chief is just flat out like. yeahh we dont actually. know if they exist or not but we think so we really do

the scrambled brains joke was so funny chief has actually a lot of personality. i would like her if she were real yknow

the way chief snaps back to being formal when chase clears his throat its ok girl hes not important or competent

HAHA there are a lot of tiny callbacks to where in the world sprinkled throughout here that i never really noticed. gee carmen being the leader of vile sure is far fetched. that would never happen

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acme's introduction is actually pretty cool. a third party that could either help or hurt carmen but seem to want her captured either way

love that background dad who shoves a fish into his kid's face

zack's joints cracked more than jo's wtf

the way she goes "fish maharh-" and then passes out gets me every time its so comedic. she doesnt like. step out of the car and in the background, as zack and ivy are chatting, slowly look ill and then pass out, crashing to the floor. zack and ivy run over, terrified. NO she walks out and goes FISH MAHAHRaha.... and then puts her hand on her forehead and faints like a victorian woman and then moans on the floor for thirty seconds

she totally got a concussion from that right

THE PROGRESSION OF CHASE'S VOICEMAIL THIS SEASON FROM THE BIT ABOUT THE LOVESEAT AND ANOTHER THING LATER IS SUCH A GOOD LITTLE DETAIL

hi the way her voice reverberates just slightly in the empty garage. good sound design

omg carmen CAN sweat look jackie

ALSO look at my comic about this because just do

the whiplash of seeing coach brunt and then immediately hearing her speak in a gentle ecuadorian accent

the way raf enunciates words should be studied

chief forcibly transferring him is so funny. no. you have no free will you will be acme right now

mmm she calls out for them immediately <333 they are family. also thee panic at waking up somewhere unfamiliar and alone....what if she thought vile had her again. does she call for them when she wakes up from nightmares. i need to know

HI THIS IS MY FAVORITE FACE CARMEN EVER MAKES

carmens bag ROCKET LAUNCHED those tools across the room DAMN

see i feel like that throwing star had to be 3d it looked 3d?? also why does carmen have throwing stars. also dr marquez is literally the most trusting person on the planet

zack: dont be embarrassed! its ok :) carmen: literally couldnt be more emotionless. literally could not care less about the attention zack is trying to give her. did you find the fucking coin

carmen waiting until they had already wheeled it through the doors to mention it was being wheeled away for comedic effect is such a mood

zack reacting like ivy even though he was literally watching with carmen as the fish got wheeled away

carmen: le chevre. ivy, voice blasting through the halls: AGAIN??

yeah he would id you but he literally tried to skewer these two on a fishhook three hours ago

her face when she says bid to win is so cute

who gave zack the paddle.

150,000 DOLLARS!

ivys look of terror when he says that is so funny

AND CARMEN FACEPALMING

this poor fish market got scammed out of a whole 200 buck fish i hope carmen gave them some money

whats with the flaps in the floor

she WHIPS that poor eel. flytrap could never

LEAVE HIM ALONE

we love carmen pulling out the gun knowing full well the speech wont work

that poor fucking tunafish man

le chevre gets cornobbled

something something el topo on his way to slap some goat cheek something

love how top and bottom dont question why carmen has suddenly given up

i also love el topo taking no credit for slapping him with a fish hes luck uhhh yeah bro its the altitude

the lil whoosh as carmen catches the coin

JULIAS GASP AT THE MINTS

shes like ohhh my god he went into the electrical closet. ohhh fuck

wait a minute if the tube fell out first...how is there still a trail leading from that point. they didnt fall out of the tube so did he just have loose mints in his pocket. or

chief: we are so secretive julia argent: mints

THE ALARM ON ZARI AND JAWLINE'S FACES WHEN JULIA POPS IN IS SO FUNNY THE DISMAY

julia is so starved for compliments that she immediately smiles when the random blue projection who kidnapped chase in a dark closet tells her she's sharp

marquez: someday the world will know your name carmen sandiego marquez, a year later, watching tv: UM I DIDNT MEAN BY STEALING THE CROWN JEWELS HELLO

carmen's 👁️👄👁️ when marquez mentions that shes argentinian is so funny one time as a kid i was talking in my sleep and my mom mentioned the dream that i had been having when i woke up and it scared the shit out of me it was that exact expression

damn... damn these spot the difference games are getting hard

carmen e4: we went our separate ways carmen e9: HOOLY SHIT SHES TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME

I THOUGHT PLAYER SAID "I HAVE FREAKING NEWS RED"

AW YEAH TRANSITION SENTENCE

GOD SAY GOODBYE OR SOMETHING SHE JUST PUTS THE HOOD UP AND LEAVES

CARMEN "BAD AT SOCIAL INTERACTION" SANDIEGO

like the boat looks 3d too methinks

next episode: team red is permanently blinded as zack drives directly into the sun

okay!! pretty solid episode. one of the classics. not my favorite though it feels a bit like they needed a caper to go with the acme plot and they just threw darts at a map

#carmen sandiego #csweekly #jackie this one goes out to you and all of the breakdowns i made u have in voice chat because i kept having the same ideas as you. im sorry

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